#originally i made this design(or; like; a beta version of it) for an au for an oc thing with my friends like. oh wow 2 years ago h

[zecoritheweirdone]

[slowly pokes my head in] hey. hey you guys wanna see a pony.

decided to draw an oc of mine as a mlp:fim character!!! verrry very proud of it,,,

#my art #tfj #mlp #mlp fim #mlp oc #originally i made this design(or; like; a beta version of it) for an au for an oc thing with my friends like. oh wow 2 years ago h #anyway this is cez and don't look at the name too much. i prommy i am so good at coming up with names #have i shared them here before? prolly a bit... #just uhhh scroll through the tfj tag and you'll maybe find some stuff about them + others dkndkdndksjs #i prommy that them being a changeling makes sense for their character and it's not just bc i like changeling ocs #also if pharynx can look like that then i can make them pink and ourple as well #don't ask me what the cutiemark means btw idk. it's subject to change. #also i guess it doesn't really have to mean anything? 'cause it ain't real?

[steppedladder]

The fate of A Modest Renaissance

My latest art post was hinting at it but by this point I should just say it outright: A Modest Renaissance will no longer be an MCYT AU. More info under the cut.

Wait, it's ending?

No. If I stopped making content for AMR I think my brain would boil over.

What does this mean?

Characters and the story have changed. Some, like the one I posted today, underwent minor design changes. Other unposted characters got a major rehaul, and with them storyline alterations. In short, this story will now be populated by original characters.

Why?

I talked a little about it before on my twitter, but I got burnt out on MCYT content. I love the community and the people I've met in the fandom but I'd lost interest in most of the CCs and their stories by Doomsday, and by then had only been watching Techno's streams anyway. He was the reason I got back into MCYT with his Skywars videos. When he left, it made sense that I would too.

But I had a whole story plotted out for this blog. Since I hadn't been watching other CCs/drawing heavily on their plots in the first place, as I continued to work on AMR the characters started to resemble their origins less and less. So eventually I was faced with the choice to:

keep AMR a MCYT AU and rarely post art, squirreling away the "real" AMR in drafts, or

convert all of AMR into original content and (psychologically) give myself total creative freedom, but risk losing my audience.

The choice was clear, so I decided I should do what I want.

What about content already posted on this blog? Is it still canon?

A lot of characterization and plot stayed the same through the transition, especially regarding posted content. Think of it like a beta version of the story.

Now what?

I guess introductions are in order for my new(ish) characters. You've already seen Loume by this point, but I'll post new characters as I finish up their designs.

Whether you choose to stick around is up to you. Thank you for everything, and I hope you enjoy the story.

#spem et alium #a modest renaissance #sanya #(formerly technoblade) #i hope you all have enjoyed the story so far as much as i have making it.

[kaihuntrr]

The Sea Prince; Betas and Sketches!

Hello! been a bit since ive done a sketch dump, but it isnt just a sketch dump, it's an announcement!

As @mewhoismyself and I work on the fic, we need an active set of beta readers! The two we have our wonderful, but to keep with the schedule, we need some extra hands and fresh eyes!

Hence, beta readers are once again open!

I am looking for two betas who are experienced in writing, and who are active to give their insights and feedback! currently, i am writing chapter 17, but while i do that, i'd need the feedback as soon as i can get it so i can prepare it for the chapter release dates. shoot a comment down below so i can check your account!

anyway, here's some doodles <3

ONE OF THESE IMAGES BELOW HAVE BLOOD. I AM WARNING YOU NOW.

first off, here's a joke made by a friend :> martyn is scott's babygirl, boom, its canon-

starting off, here's some silhouettes for the other princes ;D I can't reveal them, otherwise the surprise would be ruined! they're all based on different sea creatures, but they are just as scary as Prince Pearl and Prince Chromia. theres other designs i have to get to, but this is a sneak peak of the other terrors lurking in the dark.

speaking of, I got a fun doodle of em <3 the good thing about eating underwater is that they won't get all messy, but there are those times where an audience might watch them eat, they're messy eaters!

these two are pretty, but i really wanted to push their freakier, scarier sea prince sides! more slight changes, but they're both quite fun to draw! their contrasting designs are so much fun to draw together, i love these sillies! oh- and here's a bloodless version!

i absolutely LOVE my sea prince designs, scott and pearl just itch me the right way.

and before i pop off, here's some concept designs for joey and sausage, along with fwhip and gem! since gem is officially a lifer, i think her role in the story might be a bit more focused on, who knows!

wanted to make sure sausage didn't look like his pirates look :0c this au was originally before pirates smp, so i wanted to differentiate them somehow, so i pulled a lot from their empires' attire and see what works! what do you think?

finally, we have the cover art board! im planning to put this all in my pinned post the moment all the covers drop, but goodness, those eyes sure are pretty!

what do you think of the au so far? enjoying it? i hope you are! this au is such a blast <3

#the sea prince au #limited life #limited life smp #life series #life smp #trafficblr #majorwood #mean gills #coral kids #scottyn #scott smajor #smajor1995 #dangthatsalongname #martyn inthelittlewood #martyn itlw #inthelittlewood #inthelittewood fanart #grian #pearlescentmoon #pearlescentmoon fanart #mythicalsausage #joey graceffa #geminitay #fwhip

[simpletale-officiale]

question: If we wanted to make our own simpletale/verse designs what are some rules/guidelines that need to be followed?

if your going by undertale standards. -sans. ALWAYS. has a circular head, NO exceptions, his face can be different, sure, hell, you could even somewhat change the shape of his head, but its ALWAYS a somewhat round or circular shape

swapsimple sans head breaks the circle logic, but its still somewhat ROUND! so in conclusion, keep it round and simple! -use beta/concept art elements, or just generally what the original creator of whatever your parodying made before getting a clear idea of what he was making, and apply it to your characters! (yes, this applies to the personalities too, but dont follow it too strictly! try to be a bit original!)

try to exaggerate the design a bit to make em more funny lookin

LIKE LONG ASS TEETH!!! now for some non-undertale specific bits if your using an au or story that doesnt really have beta elements, try to simplify the concept then make a new story from scratch. like simplekiller is simplified from "oh sans makes a deal with the human and then kills people to experience something more" to "oh sans works for the human ig", then let your brain spin and make your own story from this simplified bit. it can be a long story as long as the base for the story is made from a simplified story!!!

do all simpletale based stories have to be dumb/silly? NO! they dont have to be. but there should at least be some characters or plotlines that have a more goofy aura, not to spoil anything. but simpletale WILL HAVE DARK MOMENTS!!! in conclusion, dont let the story take itself too seriously, fuck around! can i make simpletale AU's of non-undertale content? YES! i encourage making simpletale versions of other franchises then undertale, do you want to make a simpletale version of star wars? GO WILD! BE FREE! DO IT! i LOVE seeing fanart and fan creations of simpletale. and i encourage you to play around with more content then just undertale. have fun!

#simpleverse #simpletale #simpleswap #fellsimple

[greythroat]

May I ask you to share any Mephisto-related thoughts you have?

Bold of you to assume I have thoughts that aren’t related to him

I not only don’t care about his evil actions and vile personality, they are why I like him. I don’t care if people hate him, it pisses me off when people LIE about him. Now you all know my feelings about this already 💀 so I’ll stay quiet… mostly

So we all agree his voice actor did an amazing job right?? But I can’t find the CN voiced version of the anime so I can’t listen to that one 😔 I need a link

LOOK AT HIM‼️ I laugh at his face in every anime scene he’s in they are prime reaction image material

I didn’t put a cut on purpose so you have to see him and scroll through all this

Okay anime thoughts over the exclusion of him calling Talulah his sister in EN was a microaggression 💔 My feelings about this duo are also known so I’ll reveal that I am working on an analysis of their relationship covering the whole story

I am for hcing characters without shark teeth as having shark teeth (Mephisto and Furina). Not the little side fang the entire mouth

Another silly headcanon he would turn red so fast in hot sun and the Reunion randoms peanut gallery would laugh at him behind his back

His beta design clearly has some relationship to FrostNova’s design and I’ll die on this conspiracy theory

Random Mephisto moments not related to the story that haunt me: the UwU cat, this cat plushie photo, this AS moment, Liduke saying “gay is on my side” about him and Faust, Lowlight buying a print of that Liduke fanart

He’s fucking ugly 💀 Not a hc, just a fact and if you disagree you should be ashamed 💀

Fun fact: Mephisto and Faust’s birthdays are 2 days apart and their heights (at least the original ones, it might have changed) are 2 cm apart

And no for once I didn’t send this ask to myself 😌 all the ones where I don’t confess to it are organic asks

Obligatory fanfic plug:

^ I got fanart for this one 🥰

Future Mephisto fanfics:

Working on a fanfic that I consider the ultimate betrayal because Amiya and Mephisto aren’t completely awful to each other in it. If you don’t know, I derive great amusement from their dynamic as enemies. Normal people AU but I can’t ever stop myself from writing Mephisto as annoying and mean because he is too emotionally immature and lacking in morals to just play nice. At this point every character I write acting rude and self centered to each other just happens on its own.

As for fanfics where they are just awful to each other, I feel kinda bad for abandoning my long fic and I will come back to it after finishing the above one. It was made when I was starting to write fanfics and I didn’t know how to tell the story I envisioned. So it became impossible to continue as it was. I have most of a new chapter hidden away, but I honestly want to restructure the whole thing and tell a tighter story.

I have a WIP sequel for Halo Effect linked above that is even more angsty and tragic.

#mephisto #arknights #my evil little flop 💔 #ask

[bluepoodle7]

#Illbleed #Level3Woodpuppets #purpleverse#RandallPurpura#purplegameclassic #purplegame #MyThoughts

That part of purple classic were Randall is close to a window in the hospital be like.

I'm not sure if this was in the new upgraded version of Purple but when I saw the classic Purple gameplay this scene reminded me of this trap.

That's when I knew this series was for me and I like beta designed Randall since he is cute in a chibi kind of way adult swim cartoon way.

Kind of want to make a Au where Randall Purpura is in Illbleed to get rich to get out his bad apartment and living place.

You as Randall have to save Mya and Tate like Eriko saves her friends.

But you get to play as the other versions of Randall and choose not to save them.

Images, game, and videos not mine but links are there.

Mortisfox made Purple and the art.

17:15-17:18

Snek plays Illbleed (No Commentary) (Sega Dreamcast 2001) Part 3 (Woodpuppets) - YouTube

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--PURPLE--[rpg horror game]#3 - YouTube

Beta Randall at the ending scene of original Purple be like.

(Hope the creator keeps the joke cutscene in with the cool music in the remake.)

If you want me to delete this I can.

Music and video not mine but link is there.

F-F-Fire! (PAL Version) - MOTHER 3 - YouTube

#Illbleed #Level 3 Woodpuppets #purpleverse #Randall Purpura #purple game classic #purple game #My Thoughts

[erigold13261]

Hello! I was going through your old posts and realized you have AUs called “Beta” and “No Straight Alternatives!” If possible, could you elaborate on those two AUs? Thanks!

Yeah sure! Pretty sure you're talking about THIS post.

Second on is really easy. No Straight Alternatives turned into Failed Revolution! It was initially an AU that was supposed to keep 1010 in a very robotic style with little real human traits. Things like fully metal skin and hair, and limited facial movement. I quickly forgot about that name but kept the main component. It turned into Failed Revolution soon after which stuck in my head until I started posting about it.

Beta AU is literally me thinking of making an AU based off the beta designs of the characters. Like, literally everything is basically the same, but people just look like their Beta selves. It's not really something I put much thought into beyond that post.

Since you brought up that old post, I'm gonna use it to talk about my other AU's lol :3

Fun fact about No Straight Magick, it's basically abandoned, but only in the sense that I split it into 2 different AUs in my head. The original thought about NSM was to put a focus on the elemental version of people and give magical capabilities to those elements. However, even though I put a lot of work into the world building and junk, I got tired of it real quick because I was basically trying to make a hard magic system for it when I personally prefer soft magic systems.

So I split the AU into 2 separate versions! I took the main magic component and created a world of magic but all the characters are human. They have no physical elemental aspects at all really but have elemental magic. Though they aren't heavily tied to that magic like I was doing for NSM. Honestly, this one is also a combination or at least another version of my human AU. I have my regular human AU where there is no magic and I pretend to be in when bored at school, and then my magical human AU (or I guess witch? idk) that I think of when full on daydreaming.

The other AU that split from that takes the elemental versions and basically changes them to fictional creatures/myths. Basically my Magical Beast AU. Like Rin is part dragon, Mama and Yinu are like spriggans from Elder Scrolls Online, Nova is a thing I call a StarChild (probably a different or already established thing but I made up some of my own species to fit my idea, some don't have names like Neon being a kind of shapeshifter and Martha being a creature that feeds on love and magic). So this AU doesn't have the same magic in the sense of casting spells (except for some creatures) but everyone has their own kind of magic to some degree.

Then there's also my Swap AU which I need to do a lot of work on as I am unhappy with the way it went. I still like space 1010, but I want to change a lot of other stuff because it was a complete mashup of different swap concepts and it has a super weak premise and roles honestly. But basically it's just NSR with the characters in different order, though I never capitalized on how that could affect things.

So yeah! My main 5 AUs in my head are OG, FRAU, Swap, Magick, and Beast. Though now I am kinda adding an AU with Neon's bro alive in my head, and not that you mentioned it I might start thinking about a Beta AU a lot more lol. I definitely have more AUs, I just can't think of any more of them right now.

#nsr #eritalks #noart #asks #i jump from one to the other #when i get bored of shit #recently been spending time in my normal human au #because frau was getting depressing #and magick and beast was too distracting #lol

[irradiated-imp]

New Digital Circus characters just dropped!

Jolli

A weird critter with stretchy arms. Ironically, Jolli is typically rather grumpy. She's curt, rude, and generally standoffish at best, and physically violent at worst. Jolli doesn't typically hold back her attitude with the others in the circus, save a few exceptions with Ragatha and Pomni. Jax and Grem get the worst of her attitude.

On the rare occasion she's in a good mood however, it's practically night and day. When she's feeling good, Jolli can be incredibly friendly and enjoys making jokes.

Jolli's something of a thrill seeker as well. So long as the adventures don't interrupt a nap or something, Jolli is typically very eager to participate in Caine's adventures. Especially if she gets to fight things.

After reconnecting with Roxie, Jolli's personality has made a near 180, with her living up to her name much more frequently. Though Jax and Grem still get rather frequent beatings for their antics.

Jolli's arms don't seem to have a limit to how far they can stretch, at least not one she's found. On top of that, despite her small size, Jolli is surprisingly strong.

Jolli's inspired by several things, namely old Slamasaurs plush dinosaurs wrestlers and Sonic Unleashed.

Roxie

The most recent member of the Cricus. Roxie arrived only a few weeks after Pomni. The two share the same nervous disposition. However, Roxie adapts to Circus life more quickly than Pomni, in no small part thanks to Jolli.

Roxie is generally rather friendly and patient, though she does have her limits. She tries to be helpful on adventures, whilst trying to stay out of direct danger herself.

Though she never moves passed wanting to leave the Circus, Roxie tries to remind herself of the positives that come with being there to help keep herself from going nuts.

Though her avatar comes with one, Roxie has absolutely no idea how to play the guitar. However, that doesn't stop her from using it as a weapon on adventures.

Roxie's based off Betty Spaghetty and a general 80's vibe.

In the outside world, Jolli and Roxie were in a relationship. Jolli was the first to enter the Circus, having been stuck there for a year or so before Roxie's arrival.

Due to the memory issues caused by the circus, and entirely new bodies, it took the two a bit to realize who the other was, but once they did they became inseparable.

Beta Jolli

Beta design for Jolli. Jolli and Roxie are both au versions of my main two characters, Jackie and Kat who are originally sci-fi characters. With Jolli wanted to work the sci-fi thing in, as well as make a fitting character for TADC so thought up the beta design. Inspired by the Poo-chi toys form the early 2000's and the og Playstation and Gamecube.

She was, on top of a robot cat, a fully functioning game console. Caine would've made several games that she could run, most being rom hacks of already existing games. The games were made as rewards for completing adventures, or as the goal of an adventure.

When I decided to bring Roxie in, I knew I wanted to keep her and Jolli in a relationship, but was having trouble seeing the tiny robot cat with the mostly normal human, so re-did Jolli.

I think I might re-work the concept into a fourth character cause I do really like the design still.

The games Caine made are Jax Adventure(Reskin of Sonic but with Jax), Chess Wars(TF2-esque chess based Class shooter for Kinger and Queenie), Pomni 64(Reskin of Mario 64 but with Pomni), and Maze Bubble(Reskin of packman but with Bubble).

Regardless of what I do with Beta Jolli, the games still existi n my own little au.

#the amazing digital circus #Digital Circus #TADC #OC #Jolli #Roxie

[muggycuphead]

weird flex but ok i guess pt.9

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War… Hold up, do we really need a warning for this one? Dunno, but however, watch out for slightly disturbing and kinda…disgusting imagery, trypophobic patterns, as well as ‘necrotic’ designs I made while having funky fever bc o h m y g o d do I get a little crazier every new quarantine day (and at this point it’s coming to be an usual thing for me, big sad). However, most are made no other than for the sole sake of satire, so y’know, no need to get your underwear in a twist

Friday Night Funkin’ BoyFriend’s Hood – AU fanconcept sketches [X]

EDIT 26/10/2023: Updated the drawing with a rescanned, more clean version

Ayooo- now you guys can see why I’m no longer pursuing this poor little thing anymore

…ow

THOUGH I did get inspired in some mods during the creation of these two (three if we do count the sad mop on the top*), mostly since I didn’t give that much of a damn about it at first sight, but now that I’ve gotten the emotional attach to it…yeah I sort of have regrets about it

Yee-haw I guess

…Imma just get into the info already lololol:

1.- Broddy

Big brother but cheap lol

…Nah jk I love this fellow

This guy was actually inspired in the whitty-boyfriend edited sprite (yeah the funny long boi) who casually seemed to appear in a picture alongside BF’s Mom and Dad, hence why he lookin so thin

BTW funny street sign logo design on his shirt, I’m so clever eeheheh- jk

Also the faded eyes were meant to give him a mysterious aura at the start, but now they’re basically something he inherited from his dad (you’ll see later how I designed him so you can tell)

Also also, you guys are allowed to make fun of me over the fact his hoodie’s design doesn’t make any sense. Like- the thing’s open like a jacket yet it has the strings to pull in and out the hoodie from behind, what?????? (this also happened with my FNFCE Leopold sprite, so double funny haha on my ass)

2.-Sissy

Big…no wait- she’s actually the middle woman in the siblinghood

…okay

Fun fact BTW: she was originally though off as a male, and casually enough, the memory I recall of her (or should I say him* for this case specifically) kinda resembles a little to Big Brother

…No I’m not kidding, the hairline I remember for her literally looks a lot like his, guess it was just coincidence

And yes, that tire mark on her arm is a tattoo…above a scar she actually got over an accident that happened at the repair shop

No it wasn’t BF’s fault...or Broddy’s even

Actually, I don’t even remember what happened, but it involved a badly braked bike and something that got in her way while she walkin’ on the shoop

3.-Past!BF / Lil B

aAAAA smol bean child bby

He so cute

…but he’s secretly a little shit

Don’t tell Sissy that tho, that might frickle her pickle

4.- Past!GF / Missy G

Another smol bean

This time it has sulphur in it wowowowow

I gave her a more awoken look bc ye, I don’t really have an actual reason for it besides haha funky demon child go wowza

5.-Bike Mechanic BF (Teenhood)

Boyfrendo got a jobbo

He a breadwinner y’all

He’s been in the business since he was a smol child, he got the good experience

…no we don’t do child exploitation innuendos here, you’ll see what was up there tho dw

6.- Biker GF (Teenhood…?)

Damn sis, lookin good right there

And yes she used to own a bikey back in her young days, don’t ask me how licenses work in BF’sH’s NG city, cuz I have no clue

…but hey, if kids can hav gun with no permissions, then who sayin they can’t drive bikeys w/ no loisense? (jk they might do have license systems but I guess the age limit is whatever, it’s been so long I can’t remember a-)

7.- Q-Zin (Beta Design / Prototype)

Sad mop

I just found out not too long ago about Older Brother, and Q-Zin does have some similarities with him personality-wise, but I haven’t seen the mod so I’m not sure, sorry

BTW he’s dead

…well, not dead  in actual terms, just…physically dead (and sort of emotionally, he’s gone through quite some stuff down there at the Graveyard)

8.- Lil B icon style

Bikey Child

9.- Missy G icon style

Cashey Child

10.- Daydreaming BikeMech!BF

When you reconcile with your (yet) platonic babe and she sneakie you her phone number in your pay so you can ring her up anytime

…yeah that

Classy GF, really classy

And yes they did know each other way longer before than canonically stated (FNF says they just met during tutorial, BF’sH says they know each other since childhood instead)

And the reason I said platonic was due to 1) they reunited after a long time of not seeing each other, ergo the relationship (frens) had just reemerged and 2) Pico and BF are pursuing a relationship here (secretly), though it’s between platonic and amorous (basically what you’d call a ‘meta-couple’)

So yeah

11.- GF’s note

I’m sure he will do hun, I’m sure he will do

12.- Hambarga

S’up bro, brought you lunch

It’s about that one time GF bought some food for BF during lunch hours

Though I don’t wanna stick with the original factor that it was because he barely does enough money to buy something good to eat (for real, it just sounds cruel), so I guess he just is so stuck into his work he sometimes lets lunchtime slide past him (I know it’s not better but at least it doesn’t sound like he’s forced to starve, like c’mon man)

10

#friday night funkin' #fnfau #bfsh #alternate universe #alt universe #alter #alternative timeline #au #at #bruh look at those #bruh moment #bruh #i slep now

[dwnlnation379]

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Claws of Carnality | jjk (7)

Pairing: alpha jungkook x omega reader

Genre: smut, fluff and angst, abo/werewolf!au, soulmate!au, fantasy!au 

Rating: 18+ / nsfw

Word Count: 7.4k

Summary:  When you and your alpha rivetingly reunite for the Offering Ceremony, you are thoroughly twitterpated in his display of intent to you that colors your entire being with affection for him, but you will soon find that he isn’t the only one that has his sights set on you...

Warnings: alpha!jungkook, possessive!jungkook, jealous!jungkook, dom!jungkook, sub! reader, omega!reader, mentions of breeding/ruts/heats, mentions of blood, mentions of a mark, slick and pre-ejaculatory production, scenting, mating rituals and hunting 

A/N: What a ride this chapter has been. From the many drafts I had of the original version that went through various reworks before I initially posted and then onto the deletion of that from Tumblr only for an alternate version to be made in my efforts to better guide understanding of the story, this chapter has started from one destination and landed somewhere across the other side of the world. 

I hope that this version is easier to digest after the heaviness of the original and much work has been done to ensure that. All feedback that was given to me on the previous rendition of this chapter was greatly appreciated even if some of it hurt, so those who reached out, I thank you. I hope that you all will continue to let me know what your thoughts are as I thrive on comments and feedback that show to me what you guys really think about my work. Please make me a happy author and share your feedback with me on this revised version that I made just for you guys! 

Also, you will notice the gif I used this time is different. That is because that look is what Jungkook has somewhere in this chapter (because lbr here I am a slut for Black Swan Jungkook). There might additionally be an insert that looks somewhat familiar to something we have all screamed over, so that will be interesting to see if anyone catches what it is. 

For my readers that enjoy auditory stimulus while they read, I wrote this chapter entirely to Jungkook’s “My Time” and I implore you to listen to that while you read because it really sets the mood and perspective I had in the sentiments that I wanted to convey for this part (not to mention I fucking love that song like a child adores their favorite toy). You may find while listening that a certain part resonates especially deep with it. Bonus points to anyone that catches the special allusion! 

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Suffering in silence amid the agonizing absence of your alpha, every second spent without him is dragged on by cruel hands of time that languidly pass with lethargy in the wake of the sun’s slumber.

 Despite the powerful paroxysms that wrack every fiber of your being, your heart paddles agog with anticipation while you wait anxiously for your alpha as your irises sweep like a whirlwind through the woodland in the distance in their frantic frenzy to find under their storm the bringer of the tempest of emotions that rain over you.

 The knoll erected just before the greenwood is certainly an insolent impediment that blocks and bars your sights from penetrating pervasively into the forest’s opening as you whimper in the damned denial of your mate.

 You hardly notice the profoundly proliferating mound of quarry in front of you that the same beta tugs and tows from the forest in an accumulating aggregation that far surpasses the small, sad excuses for the other piles of game that other betas pull from the forest in their lugging of the conquered prey of each alpha that they serve.

 The name of this particular one drifts away from your comprehension in the turbulent gusts that your alpha spews over you even in your separation that cloud your mind of all but him.

 By now, the sun has lain itself to sleep below the horizon and, in its place, the moon has awoken augustly from her own chamber to seat herself atop her throne at the sky’s crest. This night, she is tainted red with the crimson of the lifeblood within all creatures under her care in a rare occurrence that is otherwise known as the Blood Moon. 

Occurring only twice a year among the winter and summer solstices, the striking shade is symbolic of the wild impulses that drive all living beings and even the stars pulse like veins through the sky’s soma in their own frenzied palpitations.

 The moon’s subjects of omegas, alphas and betas all throng tightly together in clusters behind the garden of newly presented omegas that have blossomed with maturity, the cheerful chattering of all the wolves of your pack blooming around you in the warmth of excitement that spouts from them like water. You are rooted like a flower to the ground amidst the field of other omegas that have recently presented, your limbs planted there by the elder who had brought you from the woods.

 It had been an onerous omission on your part to abstain from hissing at her when her bony, knuckled hands had grasped your arms in the utter dissatisfaction that had erupted like a volcano within you in the urge to tear her off of you in the lack of heat that her touch- which had been so definitively and determinately not your alpha’s- had been incapable of warming you with.

 It had been so unlike what your alpha easily instilled upon you in his calefaction that rolled off of him in waves and, in wanting only your alpha’s hands on you, you’d had to bite down on your tongue to keep from releasing the noise of dismayed dissatisfaction and risk being begrudgingly berated for an unruly display.

 Once she’d ambled away, it was your secret that you’d pulled the furs your alpha had given you closer around you to bask in his scintillating scent, the pelt closing comfortingly around you to offer you some much needed incalescence while some, but not all, of the tension pressing down on your shoulders had lifts away.

 Niva, who stood behind you, had giggled as she asked, “Are you that gone for him, darling?”

 Your cheeks had reddened in embarrassment before you’d looked back at her to quietly mumble, “I am. Irrevocably and unequivocally.”

 You watch with bated breath as alphas begin to ascend from over the hilltop that stands to attention just before the woodland as you all but tremble in anticipation to find your own among them.

 They are all cleaned of the blood, sweat and tears from the prey they slayed and most are dressed in exorbitantly expensive threads that have likely never before been worn before today. 

They are donned under furs from which the alphas acquired in hunts years past in the aged, tanned colors of them all that are draped over each wolf’s shoulders as they come to stand in front of their designated deposit of game they have proudly procured in effort to offer it to their desired partner amidst the line of omegas that have been arranged opposite of them.

 It is tradition that the sins of death be wiped away from them before an omega's virtues of life can fully cleanse the alpha that would receive them.

 Incurring impatience is what has you whine out for your alpha that still evasively eludes your visage as you searchingly seek him while your wolf cries for the only one that could possibly quiet it as a familiar figure separates from the amalgamation of agglomerated elders that have accumulated along the west and east sides of the stage before she takes her place on the beamed boards that circularly coalesce into the timbered stage.

 Amidst the jovial jabber that percolates through the air, the lead elder, who is also your grandmother, raises her hands over her head so that the moonlight drips down onto her upturned palms as she shouts, “Children! Tonight, we commemorate the adulthood that our blessed mother of the moon has acknowledged in these youth before you,” the lead elder lowers both arms to gesture to you as fondness showers over her before she softens, “And among them is my beloved grandchild, Y/N, who hails from the purest of bloodlines and who has been the sole caretaker of our pups and livestock in her dutiful and devout service to her pack since her very juvenility. Let us commend both her and those she was raised alongside in this momentous moment!”

 There is a thunderous applause that bursts roaringly around you as exhilaration energizes you anew whilst every wolf in attendance animatedly hoots and claps with a delighted dynamism that has you smiling happily as the sounds bound through you with the liveliness of a sprite.  

 It leaps through you ceaselessly and when you breathe in to give it more room to prance around within you, that’s when your lips lift in gratified gaiety in the unmistakable undeniability of the scent of myrrh that skirrs insatiably forth until it has found and enveloped you in its mighty musk as you sigh with satisfaction at the realization as it wantonly wafts around you.

Jungkook, your precious mate, must be close by.

 The knowledge has your heart skipping a beat as your wolf bays amidst the kindles of joy that light themselves within you in the rapid recognition of the presence of your other half somewhere in the distance.

In the cesspool of odors of all the other wolves that odiously stink and reek through winds around you, it is a taxing task to attempt to locate the origin of the aroma you have come to adore ardently.

All you can do is readily revel in the piquantly pungent incense that incites your baser being with inclination to rejoin with its mate and to find solace in the euphoric utopia of his waiting arms once more.

 Some of the lead elder’s words are lost to you amongst your alpha’s essence that wraps willfully around you in a brume that brushes eagerly against you while the ovation that, somewhere along the way, has gradually quieted while the last of the alphas have found their allocated allotment next to their corresponding heaps of seized, slain prey.

They are organized according to rank with the first place that heads the row of alphas belonging to the wolf boasting the highest station amongst his dynamic as their chief in charge of them all through the title afforded to him through his strength, power and bloodline.

 Such were no match for any other alpha that had been unwise and unfortunate enough to face and bear the brunt of his sharp claws in battle that ended in loss to any that opposed him as the rightful pack alpha.

 It is Jungkook’s locus at the vertex of the line that is empty and while the sight should distill doubt’s inklings within you, your alpha’s reassuring redolence is there to caress you in the swathing surety that he’s near. In your endeavored expenditure to catch a glimpse of Jungkook, you fail to detect that there is not one desolate domain that is devoid of an alpha in front of you, but four.   

 Still, you’re hardly at the liberty to discern that within the olfactive haze of your alpha’s pheromones that effervescently enfold you in their pleasing particles.

 When your irises chase the lingering trace of him that is everywhere and nowhere at once to no avail yet again, you pout and, in the distance, a pair of golden eyes glint with mirth at the spectacle of you that is so incredibly and charmingly cherubic to their beholder.

 A knowing expression momentarily crossing the lead elder’s face, your grandmother steps back before smiling fondly at you before her eyes carry their focus across the line of omegas that have been bestrewn along the grasses to your right before returning to you as she proclaims, “My dear grandchild, I welcome you and your fellow omegeans to the maturity that the wolves within you have flourished so beautifully with. May the most worthy of alphas earn you this night under the approving nod of our maternal moon that shall watch us from above,” she gives a revering salute to the celestial body above as she crosses her fingers over her heart in a spherical motion before bowing and when she stands once more, she trumpets, “With that, let us begin the Offering Ceremony!”

Upon her final words, she hobbles haltingly back down the wooden stairs connected to one side of the stage with some aid from the other elders in the age that has stolen away the strength of her feeble, frail ligaments as another round of applause fiercely flies through the land on the wings of the air that carry it as good-natured gossip joins it.

 The stage is emptied but for a moment before an alpha emerges from the arched lumbered and logged mouth opening onto the platform, the tongue of timbered planks spanning outward in a circlet as the wolf takes his starting position for his celebratory dance before a flurry of flutes cast their music from the forelimbs of the wooden body under the deft fingers of the pack’s musicians.

You do not recognize this wolf and it takes only a second for your attention to sway elsewhere as your alpha’s scent draws you back to him when its mists cling in their sedulous sumptuousness to you.

 It is tradition that all ceremonies and events initiate with performances meant to embody the heart of the occasion. Through their artistically aesthetic displays, tangible forms are given to the impalpable sentiments that the pack amasses in its harnessing  of sensibilities toward such a jovial jamboree in the dances that are done to reflect those avid attitudes of each wolf imbued innately with such enthusiasm.

 Following this, alphas are the first to proffer a present to their desired partners in declaring and dedicating the winnings of their hunt to their chosen omega. In exchange for the bounty, the omega then gives something of their own to their alpha as a symbol of intent to be paired exclusively with each other.

 If there are offerings that exceed those of a single alpha for one omega, challenges or duels can be instigated and thusly proctored in official matches in their efforts to win an omega.

Such battles end either through submission or when one wolf is left incapacitated in the incapability to rise from the ground through the wounds that always leave their bodies in tatters through the violent nature of the fight for a mate.

The losing combatant forfeits their rights to claim an omega if they are bested by their opponent and the omega is not given a choice to accept the victor even if the alpha that wins them is not the one they had hoped to have, for it is a rule that the superior wolf who dominates another and exhibits that they are the more capable provider to the entire compound is the worthier being in their ability to protect their omega.

Following this, an intended pair of wolves each bestow matching marks that they paint onto each other in the blood of the strongest, most fearsome prey that an alpha robbed of its life in the honor of their omega.

 After that, they are free to depart to a den the alpha is to have carefully crafted in preparation of his mate where the two are then meant to consummate their bond that will seal them together forevermore, for the brand of tooth marks that the two leave on each other through the throes of rapturous ecstasy would bind them to one other until the end of their days in the ultimate deed of giving themselves to each other through such an intimate act.

 Daedal devotion linked the delicate affairs of courtship that you had always thought was so romantic and you can’t help the thrilling sensation that cascades over you at the prospect of what is to come alongside a particular alpha that has captured your mind and soul in his very palm.

 His scent swirls enticingly around you as your irises, once again, flick along the endless expanse of the forest beyond while you squint as if that would help you to better see into the greenhood that grasps him away from you. Try as you might, you still cannot glimpse the apple of your eye from the fanning ferns careening from the underbrush as you whine once more in his hedging of you.

As his tang drapes itself over you, it stirs in its insistence his voice that echoes through your mind to remind you, “I will return for you and when I do, I will make you mine forever.”

 Your anxiety is quieted in his quintessence that settles like a blanket over you to warm you in his stead as you continue to scour scrupulously around you for any smidgen of him that might deliver you to the truth of his whereabouts, your focus narrowed now in the thin beam of light that luminates your mind only with the purpose of finding him.

 Lost in your fossicking forage for him as you are, the first wolf that had arrived on the stage is replaced by another and after that, two more.

 By the time that six have gone, you’re no closer to illuminating your vision with his candescent luster as you peer longingly at the vacant spot that parallels your own where your alpha should be standing as yearning pulls at your heartstrings in his devastating absenteeism as you tug his pelt tighter over you.

 When the yakking and chatting of the wolves behind you is blown out like a candle in the current that sweeps them through in awed astonishment at the same instant that the pheromones lacing over you thicken in headiness in their willful wiles, that’s when your irises are whisked away, lured as they are to the baited source of it all.

 Your breath hitches when golden eyes pierce your own, fiery fervor flashing in them amidst the ferocious flames that lick hungrily at him from all directions in their passionate parchedness to welcome him into their warmth.

 His irises rove ravenously over you, heat coiling low within you as your wolf preens at the attention while you do the same.  

 Covered in the color of soot, Jungkook’s lower half is ashen with cindered linen that clutches with cohere to him in every slew of thew cording his legs. Adorning his middle is a blackened buckskin belt that bears a perfect hourglass shaped waist and already your salivary glands are fructuously fertile in their gushing of spittle within your jaw that drops when you drink in the overtly obscene shirt that is provocatively provoking in its transparency that elicits the subsequent swoons of omegas around you. 

It leaves nothing to the imagination and, like a second skin, vaunts every delicious dip and ridge of his mouth-watering musculature.

 It is decorated with patterned patches in the shapes of burned brambles that are woven across the material meant to inspire illicit impurities in all that are fortuitously fortunate enough to behold your alpha in how it sinfully sticks to him. Encircling his neck like a thick collar, the shirt bands around him and over it, a blazoned blazer engulfs him. Like it has been seared through by fire, it is open to reveal his clothed chest in its entirety.

Tendrils of dark hair fall over his face in dangerous, wild wisps that curl amidst the humidity that overtly obsess over them.

 You can hardly contain your own ire of want that simmers through you at the sight all of that and, when you trail your visage back up to his eyes, they are brightened with amusement while he dares to flick a sculpted brow as if to tease, “Like what you see?”

 You lick your lips as a whimper traitorously escapes you while a wolfish grin lifts at his own before the symphony of flutes and lutes harmonize in the opening notes of their song and they sing soulfully for a few meters.

 When your alpha begins his damning dance to the thrumming tempo of the waiata whispering through his ears, you already know you’re going to fall even more for him in an impossibly irredeemable descent that you have no wish to ascend away from.

 Your alpha sidles forward with purpose pervading his slow movement, his irises burning torridly into your own with the finer feeling that fully fulgurates them before he spins on one foot while the chords of both instruments twirl together with him as he whirls around to face you once more.

 The melodic music is, like your alpha, insistent in its eagerness to call commandingly to you in the way that its trill lowers and soon deepens with the same tantalizing temptation into his darkness that captivates you to him in your pure light.

 In his meticulous motion, his fingers close around the end of his jacket that he’d caught in an open palm upon completion of his turn only to strum his fingers through the air with the other hand as if he were stroking the strings of an invisible lute between his arms.

 He draws his free hand backward before smoothly and flowingly sweeping it forward only to then arc it behind him in a circular kinesis, his chin following his hand like it is tied around his wrist by twine. He repeats this once more, his eyes never straying from yours in the heated intensity that warms your very being as he stares only at you the entire time.

 Like a match being struck in various vertices over him, every movement sparks the flinted flicker of white that births from it the embers of an inferno amidst the small moonstones that have been adroitly added over his blazer.

 When he steps forward to be bathed by the scarlet rays of the moon that color him in the passion that he dances with, that’s when he vocalizes the sentiments for you that move him in a lyrical lilt that is in sound synchronicity with the instrumental tune he’d written himself.

 As he takes in the way that you melt under the smoldering charcoal of affection for him, he can’t help the words that fall freer than rain on a spring day as he allows his emotions for you to pour out of him while you thaw him with your own rays of radiance that glisten in your eyes and in the way that you fondly look on at him like he’s the only one that exists in your world.

 His baser being demands that he show to you what you mean to him and so he does.

 He sings how rapidly his life had gone by and how lonely with lorn he’d been in his wait for his mate in the incertitude of whether he’d been correct in his way of living without you while his arm lifts so his fingers point toward the sky that, through its unstopping hands, had turned the cogs of time.

 “Oh, I think I was in yesterday ‘cause everybody walk too fast, don’t know what to do with, am I livin' this right?”

 He chants to you about the time that had been stolen sufferingly away from you both in your childhood and adolescence that had barred you both from each other in the forbidding rules of the compound that outlawed with onus your unavoidable union.

 “Why am I alone in a different time and space? Oh I can't call ya, I can't hol' ya, Oh I can't…”

 He proclaims the struggling strife that had wracked him in being forced to remain apart from you for so unbearably long in his cover behind the trees while he’d watched over you as his soul had cried for the only one that could complete it in the days he’d spent following the orders of his father.

 “Sometimes when I’m gasping for air, I wear my hat low and keep running, yeah, I don't know where I go, even if it's opposite of sun…”

 He chronicles with vivid verve the verdict that he has brimmed blisteringly with in your brilliance that shines as bright as the stars above while he pumps his closed fist gently against the heart that thumps only for you as he continues, his hand dragging through the hair you’d pulled on in effort to induce his mercy in the wood before he runs his other palm along the thigh he’d watched you so beautifully pleasure yourself on while he’d been blessed with the view of your damned delight atop of him.

 “One time for the present and two time for the past, I’m happy that we met each other now til' the very end…”

 He declares to you that you are, after so long, the Eve that he will always escape into the verboten oasis to find as he jumps high in the sky, his spirits soaring for you as he watches you reach dotingly for him before he lands to extend a hand of his own to you before spinning in a circle like a clock to once more face you.

 “Oh, I will call ya, I will hol' ya, oh I will and yes you know, oh yes you know that I will...”

 Enraptured in ardency’s hold over you, Jungkook’s gleaming gold irises are streaked so profoundly with earnest elan that, as they sink into the riveting depths of your own, they scintillate with silver like the genial moon that you are to him as it washes over his eyes the farther that he descends into your deep devoutness that floods you for him.

 In the irrefutable irrepressibility of your own sentiments for him, your own eyes dye themselves gold like the sun that is your alpha to you.

 His dulcet words phosphoresce the burgeoning seedlings of affectionate attachment to him as he nears you along the lip of the stage that is speckled with candles that cast their light over him like sunbeams themselves that, through their heated kisses, leave him shimmering in an ethereal golden glow that radiates out into the night that has befallen you. 

You do not know if a more mellifluous voice exists in the world than his own with the way the chords of your own heart are struck with each soulful solfege that is uniquely and undeniably him as his eyes seek nothing but you, who has brought so much lustrous light to his sky.

 Neither of you pay any mind to the collective series of shocked gasps or astonished huffs that are emitted from the converged crowd behind you.

 In the stuttered stupefaction that fastens itself to them like moss to a tree, all eyes are on you and your alpha that take notice only of only each other amidst the mutated metamorphosis that had transfigured the irises of both of you to match those of the other through the gift of sight that marks two soulmates in their belonging to one another.

 Such an ocular occurrence had not been recorded for over seven thousand years in the rare paucity that the moon granted with the declining diminishment of purebreds descended from the lupi antiquis.

 Thus, in the episodical exceptions where the celestial body did bestow such an innately intimate connection between two wolves, it was said that their zealous zest for each other would guide them in their reigned rule over the other wolves that would bring prosperity and peace for generations to come under the moon’s favor.

 Yet, under the music’s metrical melody, its sonorous spell casts a coddling cocoon over you and your mate until the silken thrum hums around only the two of you as its fibered filaments shield everything but the both of you from each other’s vision.

 Your mate’s vociferous voice fades after the chanted crescendos ravel into decrescendos until the collection of euphonious sounds wrap wholly and completely around you as his body moves with the beat of the organ that pumps only for you within him.  

He plants both feet to the floor before a hand trails down his body in a vinelike display while one leg is uprooted off the wood beneath him to swing in front and behind him as if he’s embedded into it and can’t bear to relinquish himself from the earth that grounds and supports him like you do.  

 Like the celestial bodies whose hands that turn time, he easily epitomizes this when he steps forward, his arms turning in a spherical motion akin to that of sun’s path through the realm above during the days it brings before the moon journey in her brother’s stead as the siblings of the sky steal away the lost moments that had been wracked away from you both amid their ceaseless passing.

 His wrist then flicks outward as if he’s trying to halt the spindles of a chronometer from ticking precious time away from him as his irises flare frenetically into your own with the fervor that flecks them.

 You whine for him as he moves, his fervent feeling made so precisely palpable with the way his shoulders roll in circles along with the crux of the heart sitting in his chest that hastens its already quickened pace as he glimpses the tender smile lifting along your lips.

It sets his very soul afire with contentedness before one and then the other hand pounds against each pectoral only to then sweep upward to tangle through his hair as his legs splay outward so that each thigh bulges boastfully against the fabric while his wolf howls when he hears you suck in a breath.

 It is one that sputters with a stammer from your lips in the emotion he’s nurtured inside you and drawn forth from the deepest recesses of your body that wails needily for him, your wolf baying with want to be closer, nearer and together.

 The sound you make lathers itself like honey over his ears and he’s sure he’ll never tire of that with how breathlessly bewildered you had seemed all because of him.

 He’s swiftly besieged by his baser being to show to you how much you affect him and to display to you what you do to him in his deep-seated desire for you and, never one to bypass his urges, he does not cage it.

 Once his hands have streamed through his luscious locks, he trickles them over his face, irises still settled along the substrate of your own as his fingers drag downward to collect the lapels of his blazer before, in one fluid motion, he sheds it from his shoulders as a loud whimper dribbles from you while you absorb attentively the salacious sight before you.

 His hair has fallen crazedly over one eye in curved, thick tufts as an iridescent iris dappled in the chroma of the orbs that oscillate through the sky during the night and day. Through his continued movements, the mingled union of a silver and gold buries itself as deeply as it can within your depths as the offending piece of clothing trails lower until it pools at his wrists.

With a devastating grin, he puffs out his chest with proud pride, a sheen of sweat shining under the thin material amongst dark, dusky nipples that nip against it in protest of its tautness that chafes against them.

 Instantly, your legs are rubbing against each other without your mind’s notice as he smirks when your essence that is spawned by your sex spumes over you before its titillating tinge rises in the air to collect under his nostrils.

 Your rousing spice seasons every recess of his body in the relish that causes his pupils to dilate in craving, his member growing hard within his trousers for you as he pulls his lip between his teeth with a growl before gyrating around and when your irises meet once again, he pivots to the side at the same time his fist opens and closes while he outstretches a hand for you.

 Your limbs are slowly sapped of their strength with each measured movement that he makes and when he runs toward you until he’s dangerously close to the edge of the stage, you think he might reduce you to a puddle on the ground beneath him when his hand returns to the corpulent collection of muscles cording the crus of his leg as he whisks one palm along his thigh while he rotates his ankle inward to have every tendon jump in a torturously teasing sight while his free fingers curl inward before him as he repeats it all with the other.

 Saliva pools in your mouth as he sleekly and confidently moves with the impressively intricate series of footwork that he glides impossibly closer to you with and with one final twirl and fatal arch of a brow, he shirks the blazer off him entirely while his ligaments lower him down to one knee in sharp, quick movements that have his chest caving in and out while he descends, his head tipping back to bare a neck sluiced with sweat in a sight that has you drooling in want to touch and feel him against you once again.

 Jungkook leers longingly at you when he slides forth onto his other leg with one bent underneath him while the other is jutted out like the perfect throne that you’d gladly fall to your knees for.

 He looks like a god that you would readily worship and yet, he dances like a demon.

 It is with a lethal dark flash of his eyes that he snaps the fingers of one hand to the final strum of the lute while the other trails damningly along his chiseled body until it settles over the swelling cock throbbing for you that you whine with the unyielding yearningness that has captured every inhibited iota within you under his command.

 You are utterly enthralled as his lips move to mouth, “All of this was for you, my omega. Now that everyone knows what we are to each other, no one will dare to keep you from me,” he watches with interest the way that your lips part in his effect on you and curses in how far away you are from him as he utters, “Come to me once I’ve gone away from here, pretty. Your alpha requires your presence after being denied of you in the forest. I will be waiting anxiously for you.”

 When he stands to sink into the shadows behind him that the light cannot permeate, your high-pitched warble still has not dissipated.

 You only realize this when a spindly, bony hand is laid over your shoulder to pull you back and away from the pack of wolves around you while the familiar and oldened voice of your grandmother tries to break through to you in the stupor set by your alpha.

 When you don’t respond to the many redundant repetitions of your name, she squeezes your shoulder to throatily call out, “My, my, my… you are besotted with that alpha that names himself Jeon Jungkook, my dearest granddaughter. I hadn’t the foggiest idea before on why he asked me to allow him to dance, but now I see that it was for you.  I suppose that is to be expected, considering everything."

 It is the mention of your alpha that grapples your attention away from where you’d last seen him as you tilt your head in question before you quietly squeak, “I am very taken with him, but what do you mean by that?”

 She laughs, “Grandchild, these eyes may be old, but I saw within you and he the gift of sight that the moon mother above bestowed to you both that, by her blessed design, declares each of you as the other’s soulmate. Even the gift of olfaction was there, for this nose can still smell the taint of sex that he, along with you, produced during his performance.”

 Your eyes widen and your cheeks burn in embarrassment while you stutter, “Grandma, h-he made me do it. I c-couldn’t help it.”

 She only pats your head to say, “It is nothing to be ashamed of, grandchild. The moon chose him for you. It is only natural that you respond to him in such a way. Incidentally, what did he say to you at the end of his dance?”

 Mortification has you worrying at your lip before as you fidget as you shyly whisper, “He asked that I go to him. I believe he wishes for us to have some time alone together before the offering.”

 Your grandmother nods in understanding and instead of finding any trace of dissenting disapproval in her countenance, she encourages, “Then go and join him, my granddaughter. You must be swift, though,” she steps back to gesture to the row of alphas that stand before the stage, “There are only a few performances left before you and he must return for any challengers that may wish to win you from him, though I don’t see how that will be possible as smitten as you appear for that alpha that you call Jungkook.”

 Gratification steeply swills over you as you embrace her, “Thank you, grandmother. We will be quick as the wind, you’ll see.”

 She waves you off as you scurry with hurry beyond her toward the wooden dwelling that houses the elders, for it secondarily serves as the temporary domain of the dancers that begin the performances where they are allowed to change clothes and prepare in the spare rooms that are located along the first floor.

 You do not notice the shift of silhouettes in the distance as you scamper along, your mind swimming in the waters of your alpha that have soused you so.

 It is only when you are scuttling along the steps that lead up into the den that you hear the whistle behind you before it is followed in a voice saturated far too saccharinely with sweetness that has your tongue souring in its wake as it muses, “Damn, Taehyung. You weren’t lying. She really is such a divine little thing.”

 In the hormones heaving through you, they insistently incur your instincts that are stirred with stimulation only for your alpha and in simultaneous sequence, the repellant revulsion of any wolf that is not him in your baser being’s acknowledged acceptance of Jungkook as your mate.

 Your wolf kecks under the miasmatic fumes of malodors that are bitter and acetic as they burn your nostrils, the stench of alphas heavy in the air as you remain in your place with your back to them while you try to stifle the gag that sits low in your throat as you manage, “What do you want with me? Why are you here and who are you?”

 You recognize one as Taehyung’s, but the other is unknown to you.

 There’s a mawkish chortle that bellows, “You do not know of me? You will, omega. Soon enough, you will. All of you omegas eventually do.”

 The words lift the hairs at the base of your neck in the cloying sugariness of them that clump heavily together in their mission to rot your insides as the swish of grass grows louder in the closing distance between you and the stranger that is an obstructing obstacle between you and your alpha.

 The unabating advance does not terminate and when you furtively glance over your shoulder to see a hand inching toward you, you cringe with the trace of a hiss tinting your voice, “Do not touch me. My alpha is very protective of me and will not be merciful if you toy with what is his. Your friend over there,” you flick your chin back toward the source of the foul odor that you know to be Taehyung’s, “he was not so lucky when he felt it just to try to take me from my alpha.”

 The stranger makes a sound of consideration, “Hm, a creature with some bark to her bite. I like that.”

 It’s as though you’re being backed into a corner, your wolf yelping in protest as you try to rein in your emotions that beg you to beseech your alpha that is so close, yet so far away from you right now. If he does not come for you, it is only a matter of time before your claws will come out in defense.

 Fingers stretch toward you and before they can make contact with your skin, you bare your teeth to sibilate, “It seems you do not understand. It was only I that could calm Jungkook- who is bound to me and I to him by the moon above- through the rage that overcame him when he was ready to maim Taehyung for foolish disobedience,” you turn to pierce your perpetrator with a cautionary glare as you forewarn, “The wounds that were left in Taehyung’s shoulder are but minor lesions of what my alpha will scar you with should you dare to incur the wrath of my mate.”

 In a momentary lapse of an instant, you think that you derive in your detection the distinct aromatic attar of your alpha nearby, but it is fleeting as are the contours that are casted of a darkened outline that, so quickly you think it may have been a trick of your eye, briefly block the light filtering past the opaque aperture of aged glass next to the entrance of the den.

They disappearingly depart almost as soon as they arrive with only a sliver of a scent that remains and without a doubt, there is only one wolf it could belong to in its special singularity.

It had been Jungkook, your alpha.

You wish you could be with him and wonder if an elder had gotten to him before you could, but you’re not given long to ruminate on either of those despite the sudden stoutness that is spritzed over you in Jungkook’s oceanic presence that ebbs and flows faithfully alongside you.

 In spite of it all, it is Jimin who stands before you when you look down on him. He is clad in bloodred silks that contrast clashingly with dark smudging around the sides of his eyes while pewter colored hair hangs loosely over his forehead with the oils that must have been used to carefully style it while he cheekily checks you out much to your discontented dismay.

“What you say is of little concern to me, Y/N. I always get what I want and you will be no different,” he says.

You have seen him only a few times before during his performances and had once thought him to be beautiful as a doll, but now you can see where his stitches have become loose in vainness that bursts at his seams.

You take a step back and away from him, your alpha’s presence pouring itself onto you through the remnants of his smell that douse his confidence over you as you cross your arms to chide, “It is a pity your looks have made you so conceited, Jimin. You have become spoiled and ruined by them, it seems,” you harden your gaze at him, “I am not like everyone else and I do not wish to have anything to do with you because I am already promised to Jungkook, who is your pack alpha that you must obey.”

 One side of his lips lift up his irises hoggishly digest you from head to toe as he decides, “It’s precious that you believe any of that is enough to stop me,” he climbs one step slowly before ascending up the other until he is eye level with you, “Spend the limited time together that you can, little omega. It will be over soon enough when I reap you from him and harvest the most fruitful crop this fucking pack has ever had and plow you until you’re bursting with my seed instead of his.”

 Your alpha has never spoken to you with such disregarding disrespect. It irks you with anger that reddens enflamed within you.

 You grimace at that, disgust damningly withering your insides in its blight as you sneer, “Try it, Park Jimin. You will never win against him. When you lose to him like I already am assured that you will,” you lift your chin in defiance, “you’ll regret allowing that minuscule cock of yours to rule over your tiny, pygmy brain.”

 That earns a titter from him as he replies, “What a little spitfire you are. No matter,” he gibs, “I will tame you soon enough.”

 Obstinance consumes you in its angry wildfire as you scoff, “As if you ever could. Good luck with your attempts that shall only end in bitter failure, for I will never be yours. I belong to Jungkook and there is nothing you could do to change that.”

 “That’s where you’re wrong,” Jimin smiles so wide it’s almost nauseating with how much his lips can twist as he backs away with a quip coming from between them, “When he loses to me-“

 “He will not be defeated by the likes of you. This, I know to be true,” you narrow your eyes in certitude’s credence that your blood sings with.

 “If I do not win you, then Taehyung will. Nonetheless, we shall see, little omega. We shall see,” his vexing voice dims in deliquesce as the moonlight regressively recedes while the two prowling wolves remit themselves into the shadows of utter umbra that swallow them from sight.

 You stand for some moments counting contrived breaths hindered by your ire that had smoked and combusted within you to block your airway from effectively expelling the blazing emotion and it is only when your chest no longer aches with the stressed strain to contract that you set in motility once again to make your way into the elder’s den.

It doesn’t take you long to locate your alpha in the perceptible path of pheromones that lead you to him and there is no havering hesitation that stymies its stall of you from opening the oaken door before closing it as it groans in its senile senescence from the effort of such work.

Any negative sentiments that Jimin had left brewing immediately disintegrate within you as you ogle openly how, with his back to you, your alpha damningly divests from his body the shirt made of pure sin in its tempting taunt to you.

He pulls it from his middle slowly and torturously drags it up to reveal skin soaked by the sun and burned by the claws of combat, the serried slew of muscles lining his shoulders swelling savagely in his mannered motion and only when he lets it fall limply on the floor do his eyes find your own through the mirror he ostentatiously oxidizes you through.

Golden irises specked with silver sear into your own as one brow arches up only for him to rumble out, “Enjoy the show, pretty? I know I did.”

#werewolf!jungkook #werewolf jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #alpha omega bts #alpha jungkook x omega reader #alpha!jungkook #alpha jungkook #dom!jungkook #dom jungkook #bts abo #jungkook #bts #bangtanarmynet #btsbookclub

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Origins (May 2011) → Apr 2011 → Jul 2011 → Sep 2012 → Jun 2013 → Jan 2014 → Mar 2014 → Jan 2017 (current design)

Well, this is one design I’ve changed SO MANY TIMES... Like wow... Ok, one was a mask edit based on the story’s direction, and one is just a “Rider AU” take.

But you know, Lightni design was what you’re seeing in the very first pic -- A Squiby pet based on an old (and incomplete) collection in which was inspired by a Japanese fanart of the older six dressing up like their Perfect level digimon. This fanart I was trying to do decades ago was a 02 kids only and based on their armor digimon, so there was three Daisukes and two Miyakos & Ioris. Lighdramon one was my favorite and while working on Hinode back in 2011 I thought “why not using this design here?”

At first, Lightnimon was not only a disguise but also a “chimera” since Daisuke uses a copy of V-mon’s data to restore his data in the DW to escape from dying. So he gets this new “identity” based on shame and fears. So this coloring is like a virus-like digimon. The story proceeded until the part Lightni got in extremely danger and a characters’ wish to save him “changes his mode” to this “Armor Mode” version. Once re-writing it to a version 2, Lightni loses his long silver hair (based on Agnimon’s) and his hair color changes back to burgundy/rose red.

With this new haircut, Daisuke changes the mask to Something able to hide his hair. And then we got this rare hoodless Daisuke art later.

The Kamen Rider in me making me edit Lightni for an AU made me explore more the Rider franchise design, so we got this very beta version of the March 2014 design, which ended up becoming his current and “final” version.

Though the 2016-2017 the Lighdramon helmet cam back, so it was included on the chara ref from January 2017. Also, alongside with Mar 2014 & Jan 2017 designs, the original Lighdramon colors (Data attribute) versions were created.

In the current Hinode Drabbles series, Daisuke is no longer a “half-human-half-digimon” like the original & abandoned project and yes a human disguised as knight-like digimon, so he gained a weapon, designed in June 2017 -- The Lighdra-Glaive.

#da02 hinode concept art #digimon adventure timelines #dai lightnimon #motomiya daisuke #digitalgate02 chara design development

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The SAVEd Project Master-Ish Post

“The SAVEd: A self proclaimed “team” of four surviving beings from scrapped, destroyed or collapsed AUs who managed to SAVE shortly before the destruction of said AU, allowing them to exist in a blank void of nothing as something similar to Outcodes. Thanks to the work of W, they were able to meet under very strange circumstances… These four more often than not go by the names ‘Beta’, ‘Ai’, ‘Mist’, and ‘W’.”

Howdy! It's me, Jpeg, and that weird description of a group that I just wrote is a rough run down of the dumbest idea for a project yet. I titled it “the SAVEd project” and if you read the description above, then it may be clear why. In this semi Masterpost (more like a concept post) I’m going to list the characters and their overall bios. If you don't care about this, then I understand. If you don't feel like reading all of it at once, I’ll link the individual posts at another given point in time.

It is also likely that the plot for the project will be written out a while before I make a black and white comic version of it so I have more time to get the character designs down and until then, feel free to ask questions if you're interested. And if youre not and you think Im a stupid wanna be, then thats fine too. I don't care.

In case it is not obvious, this is a fan project made by someone who's not the greatest with digital art since I still don't really know how to use my art program. Ai is the only truly original character of mine and was not based on anyone. Beta, Mist, and W are my takes on characters and the non existent AUs they're from belong to me, but the concept for Gaster, Chara, and Sans belong to Toby Fox. I hope that makes sense. Anyway, I'm going to go in that order too. Beta, Ai, Mist, and W. That's also the order I drew them in lol. Anyway, enjoy (sorry about the fact that this is inevitably going to be a very looooooooooooong post).

Name: “Beta” Dreemurr

Age: 11 (Incapable of aging)

Gender: Male

Soul Type: Red (Determination) fading into Light Blue (Patience)

Physical Features: Hair covers left eye, and scar covers right. He can see through his right eye, just like Frisk can even though their eyes also appear to be closed. Baggy jumper that resembles Classic Chara’s sweater. Locket was a gift from his AUs Asriel. Always walks around barefoot, and is the shortest of the group (not shown to scale in the drawing above). Does not appear to have a mouth physically, no one has any idea how that's supposed to work or if he uses photosynthesis or not-

Personality: Mute, but very expressive otherwise. Likes defenestrating people he doesn't like and is pretty chaotic. Can be chill and a good child sometimes. Sometimes. Always wandering off.

Name: Ai

Age: 16 (Incapable of aging)

Gender: Female

Soul Type: Green (Kindness)

Physical Features: Fluffy medium length tan-ish hair and light blue-grey eyes. Where's a pure white dress and leggings and white boots. Gold star hairpiece is a solidified SAVE point.

Personality: Tries to be serious and the ‘mature adult’ of the group even though there is in fact a real adult in the group. Was kind of adopted by W. Has a very dirty sense of humor and swears a lot.

Name: Mist

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Soul Type: Purple (Perseverance) but like, monster

Physical Features: Looks like any other sans, albeit a little shorter and younger. Sewed jacket and scarf. As he was homeschooled by his very busy father (W) he had a lot of down time in between lessons. (A note about their family. Papyrus is not present in the timeline as he was sent to train with Undyne in the capital. Mist and Papyrus were adopted by W at a young age when they were abandoned by their parents, their father being W’s brother. Papyrus’ nickname is Vapor.)

Personality: Overall relaxed and very dedicated to spending every waking moment of his life doing something. He can't just not do something. Mah bois a little hyperactive. Loves creating things and reading, overall the most open minded and creative of the group. Usually the one coming up with crazy plans and sometimes they even work. Has the slightest bit of survivor's guilt.

Name: “W”.D Gaster

Age: No one really knows...

Gender: Male (He/They)

Soul Type: Gold (Justice) but like, monster

Physical Features: One cracked down the front of his face, the other painted on because he thought it’d be funny. Usually wearing a labcoat of sorts and always keeps I.D on him, even after his AU collapsed. Golden eyes represent his soul type technically speaking, just as Mist’s Purple eyes represent his.

Personality: Tries to be the serious responsible adult but just cant hack it. Will get revenge on people who have previously hurt him or his children. Dad jokes galore. Mist is constantly asking him to not embarrass him in front of his friends and W takes it as a challenge. Sciency and overall just a dad friend, but literally. Rather than the usual "OooO spoopy scary bad dad man" hes "OOOOOOOOOO I see LIGHT am I dead?" crack head energy when hes not trying to set a good example for Mist and the others.

This post took all day to write and I poured two hours of work into each of these pieces of art, so I would appreciate if this post doesn't go to complete waste. So if you made it this far, thank you! If you have any questions, I think my asks are working? I dunno no ones ever asked me anything.

#undertale #Undertale au #the SAVEd Project #God I hope this is an original concept #gaster #w.d gaster #Mist!sans #Sans #Mist #Ai #Beta!Chara #Please this took all week to make this #Support would be appreciated #If people dont show interest then I'll scrap this and try something else #All I need is one person to show interest in this #have a good day! #niko.jpeg

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Imagine if the students successfully “defeated” Monokuma in trial 5, and also that Kaito incidentally had about one more day to live as of that point in time. (This is the end result of my trial 5 AU, not that any of the story in that post is particularly relevant to the AU story I’m about to present here.) An anon suggested to me that, from here, the students could demand that Monokuma owes them a life – in other words, he has to nurse Kaito back to health for them.

I had my doubts over whether it’d be the right call to actually trust Monokuma with Kaito’s health in that situation… but then again, that’s the fun part. What if they did make the mistake of entrusting Kaito’s life to Monokuma? What cruel things could he do while still technically complying with their demands?

Here’s what I thought of: Monokuma “saves Kaito’s life” by making a huge Flashback Light full of Kaito’s backstory plus all his experiences throughout the killing game itself, and all those memories get shoved into a fresh body. This would create a new person who is essentially still Kaito and is also perfectly healthy. Ta-da, Kaito gets to live!

Meanwhile, Kaito – our Kaito, the one who actually went through the killing game with his friends – well, he’s not needed any more. So, completely unbeknownst to anyone else, Monokuma just leaves him somewhere to die.

Aaaaand my thoughts on this idea escalated rather a lot, to the point that there’s kind of a whole story here.

Kaito’s death

Kaito is taken to some empty room somewhere – I dunno, maybe there’s a bed in it to at least give a vague impression that it could be some kind of hospital room, but maybe not even that – and told to just wait for the nurses to come and see to him. So he waits, his suspicion growing, and it doesn’t take long for him to get the sinking realisation that nobody’s coming, are they. He goes to open the door to try and look for Monokuma and yell at him to stop screwing around and keep his goddamn end of the bargain, only to find it locked.

With a chilling dread, it hits him that this was all a trap – a really obvious one at that, one he literally walked right into like an absolute moron. Monokuma never had any plans to cure him at all.

He’s going to die here, in this room, completely and utterly alone.

Kaito wouldn’t just give up, of course. He’d furiously try to bust down the locked door keeping him trapped there, but… his body would be so weak by now that he wouldn’t stand a chance. He’d only end up hurting himself even more, and after a while he just wouldn’t have the strength to keep trying.

And he might have more or less resigned himself and been mentally prepared for the fact that he’s not surviving this illness – though losing that glimmer of a way out he’d almost thought he had really, really kind of sucks – but, this is worse than he thought it’d be. Up until now, he'd finally begun to feel some relief in that, even if he does still end up dying, at least he'll die something of a hero, surrounded by his friends. Not like this. He never wanted to die like this – pointlessly, uselessly, alone and forgotten like he never even mattered. He doesn’t even have anything to distract himself with or to do to feel like he’s making a difference in his final hours. There’s just nothing but waiting to die, the pain getting harder and harder to bear as he feels his body slowly tear itself apart.

This is probably the absolute cruellest possible way Kaito could die from his illness, so much worse than how it happens in canon. (And, damn it, he hasn't even been to space…!)

Kaito would have no idea what's happening outside of the room he dies in, so he might be able to console himself to some extent by thinking that, once he’s gone, when Shuichi and Maki never see him again and realise they were tricked, they’ll be furious and will fight to avenge him. (Or, perhaps there’s still a chance, if they realise that something’s up soon enough, that they might be able to come for him in time and somehow save him after all…? It’s such a long shot – his death feels so close, dammit – but they’re his heroes, they’re amazing, so maybe—!)

But in reality... they wouldn't even know. They’d just obliviously leave him there to die, because Kaito would be right there with them, cured like Monokuma promised.

Kaito’s survival

That’d be the second horrible part of this – but not because this new Kaito who meets up with Shuichi and Maki all “cured” would be like some hollow imitation who isn’t truly Kaito at all. No; that’s not how it works. Flashback Lights create real people.

While I said at the beginning of this post that the one who died alone was “our” Kaito, that wasn't really quite fair of me. The other Kaito who's here now deserves to be thought of in exactly the same way. He would be our Kaito too, one hundred percent. Much like how Alter Ego Gonta was another Gonta, this is another instance of Kaito, separate from the one who died, but still him.

On the one hand, the new Kaito could have been made from a clone of the original Kaito’s body, so that he looks completely identical and nothing seems amiss at first. But on the other hand, he could be in an entirely different body – which is the version I’d rather lean towards, because that’d make things get awkward and painful a lot more quickly.

(If you want something to picture him as looking like: because it makes sense that Team Danganronpa would have picked a body that looked kind of similar and still fit his character, I’m imagining one of Kaito’s beta designs. I went for the one with poofy hair and eyebrows to rival Taka’s, specifically because he doesn’t look too similar to our Kaito, yet he nonetheless still has a very dorky Kaito energy to him. Meanwhile, his clothes would presumably be exactly the same. That and, despite the poofy hair, Kaito would totally grab some hairspray at the earliest opportunity and attempt to style his new hair into his trademark spiky upwardsness, just to try and look and feel a bit more like his usual self. The result would be, uh… something. It’d be something, all right.)

Some time after taking Kaito away to be cured, then, Monokuma presents Kaito’s miraculous recovery, brazenly handwaving the new body by claiming that extensive plastic surgery was totally necessary to save him. Maki and Shuichi would initially be all “?????? don’t mess with us, how the FUCK do you expect us to believe that this is Kaito”. Except... it is. His face and voice are completely different, but everything about how his eyes light up when he sees them, and the way he talks, and how quietly hurt he seems when they question if it's really him - it's still absolutely Kaito. And he appears to be just as genuinely confused as they are by the different body once they point it out to him and show him to a mirror.

Maybe they'd also confirm it by asking him things that only the real Kaito would know – and he knows all of it. Not just knows it, he obviously feels it, too. After asking him his favourite spaceship and seeing him visibly restrain himself from launching into a huge excited ramble about why that spaceship is so cool (exactly like he didn’t restrain himself from doing last time)… they can't deny it's really him.

The last thing Kaito remembers is being led away by Monokuma, and then he woke up like this; he must have been unconscious for whatever the hell was done to him in between. He and his friends end up concluding that Monokuma must have saved his life by… transferring his consciousness into a new body? Which seems more possible than they might have imagined considering how the Virtual World worked, now that they think about it, so maybe they'd be able to accept that.

(Is transferring a consciousness like that actually possible in this universe, though? Or does the Virtual World computer just create a virtual copy of them from their memories while the original one sleeps, and then Flashback Light their virtual self’s new memories back into their real body when they log out? That’d mean the virtual person would have to be deleted afterwards. It’d be painless and they’d never remember it, but in a sense, it’d be killing them.)

Kaito himself is pretty chill with it once he’s got over the initial shock. Sure, it’ll take some getting used to looking like this – he’s gonna have to grow himself a new goatee, to say nothing of the hair – but still, he’ll take this over dying any day. (He’d almost forgotten what it felt like to not be in pain.)

It'd still be super awkward for Shuichi and Maki, though, trying to adjust to Kaito looking and sounding completely different on the surface, constantly reminding themselves that this face and this voice is still Kaito. The two of them – especially Maki, who has a harder time trusting people instinctively – wouldn't quite be able to shake off the nagging possibility this could be some kind of impostor aligned with Monokuma who's just really really good at acting like Kaito. Of course they'd want to believe in him, because a different body is still infinitely better than losing him, but it wouldn’t quite come naturally.

Kaito, being Kaito, would very much pick up on the signs that his sidekicks are still a little subconsciously suspicious of him. It’d sting, but he wouldn't bring it up. Kaito's always fine! Now that he's healthy again, he’s got absolutely nothing to worry about! …which is to say, he doesn't want to go admitting to his new worries, not when doing so would be giving them even more reasons to feel like he's not quite Kaito and secretly not really want him around.

Kaito’s existence

But just when Shuichi and Maki have started to really get used to Kaito’s new body and things are beginning to feel somewhat normal between them again, everything would come out during the equivalent of trial 6.

As Shuichi figures out what Flashback Lights really do and Tsumugi starts trying to make everyone despair over how “fictional” they all are, Kaito, because he’s Kaito, would be having none of her bullshit. (However, I’ll keep this part brief here since I’m hopefully going to do a regular trial-6-with-Kaito AU at some point that should really be the place I expand on this properly.)

Sure, learning that they’re “characters” created from fake memories when the killing game began is kind of a lot to take in, but it doesn’t change the reality of who they are right now. The only thing that matters is what they want to believe, and they obviously want to believe that they’re real, just like they always have! Hell, their pasts being fiction is great news in Maki Roll’s case – she never really killed anyone, and she’ll never have to!

And Tsumugi’s claims that nothing matters because it was all “fiction” for entertainment are even more bullshit. Their pasts may be made up, but the entire killing game really happened. All those people really died. Every bit of the pain and suffering they and their friends went through in it was absolutely real.

But as he’s saying this part, Tsumugi turns to Kaito with a scathing grin. “How would you know? You weren’t even there.”

Before anyone can question what she means by this, she turns on another video – and this one’s not an audition tape. There were Nanokumas in the room where the original Kaito died. His final hours were recorded, as proof that Kaito is dead.

They wouldn’t watch the entire thing – he was in there for something like twenty-four hours – but she could have put together a “highlights reel”, some of the moments where Kaito couldn’t help but express exactly how lost and scared and desperate he felt. And of course it’d culminate in the moment of his death, just to hammer it home and make sure they know that it’s far too late to save him.

As Shuichi and Maki are reeling in horror from the suffering Kaito went through and the fact that they let that happen to him, Tsumugi goes for the decisive blow. She explains how the new Kaito came to be here, calling him a “fake”, an “imitation” who “tricked” them while they left the real Kaito to die.

And… Kaito kind of starts to believe it.

…See, one of the reasons this scenario really grabbed my interest (other than the prospect of Kaito dying scared and helpless and alone while also not being gone from the story afterwards) was that until now I didn’t think it was possible to give Kaito existential issues. He just has too much conviction in who he is. Under regular trial 6 circumstances, the reveals about Flashback Lights and his backstory being fake memories would barely faze him at all.

His memories are fake and all those things in his past never really happened? Okay, so he’s kind of shaken to realise his grandparents and fellow astronaut trainees don’t exist – but in that case, if none of the people in his memories are real, then the only person those memories matter to is himself. And if he feels like they were real, they might as well have been, at least in terms of the person he is now because of them. Oh, but the person he is now isn’t real, because the “real” Kaito is that murder-happy asshole in the audition video? Well, no, that dumbass was just somebody else, duh. Maybe he had the same body and possibly even the same name, but that doesn’t matter. The real Kaito, the one and only Luminary of the Stars, is right here! That's who he wants to believe he is, so it's who he is, dammit. End of discussion.

But in this situation… the real Kaito was undeniably the one who died alone in that room. Not him. His memories might feel real, but he doesn’t have the right to feel like those events happened to him, not when the memories belong to somebody else – someone who actually experienced all those things, whose friends that he experienced it all with are right here. It’s like he’s just stealing those memories, stealing that identity, stealing Kaito’s entire life. That’s not fair.

He still wants to be Kaito; he’s never gonna want to be anyone else, but… there’s no way he deserves to decide that, does he? Not when the real Kaito died, and Kaito’s sidekicks are still here and grieving for him. Knowing that, and with Maki Roll and Shuichi giving him these hurt, horrified looks that say You're not Kaito… maybe he really isn't.

(But Kaito is the only person he wants to or even knows how to be. So if he's not Kaito, then… who the hell even is he?)

Kaito’s friends

With Kaito stunned into speechlessness, and Shuichi and Maki shaken from the undeniable demonstration of how easy it is to just fake an entire person, leaving them also questioning how real they really are despite Kaito’s earlier efforts, it seems like Tsumugi’s succeeded in making everyone despair.

(at this point Keebo is supposed to barge in with his hope nonsense, but hey, how about we don’t have that clogging this up when I’m trying to tell an interesting story here)

But after a little while of none of the others having it in themselves to protest Tsumugi’s claims, Kaito (or, well, someone who once mistakenly went by that name; it doesn’t matter now) speaks up – hesitantly, because he still isn’t sure he really deserves to. “Hey, c’mon, Shuichi… This isn’t like you. You can’t just give up like this.”

(He resists the instinct to add, “You’re my sidekick,” because no, he’s not.)

It doesn’t matter about him, but Shuichi’s still absolutely real. He’s Shuichi Saihara, the Ultimate Detective who’s gonna save everyone, right? Never mind what Tsumugi says – that’s who he wants to be, who he’s always been trying so hard to be, so that’s who he is. And if that’s the case, then he can’t let something like this get him down!

“I guess this doesn’t mean much coming from me, but… I believe in you. For real.”

Shuichi stares at him in dawning realisation. This is… exactly the kind of thing Kaito would say to encourage him at a time like this. Especially the way he’s selflessly helping someone else even though he’s the one who’s got to be suffering the most right now. He… really is Kaito, isn’t he?

Kaito doesn’t meet his eye, muttering that that’s not really for him to decide. But… if Shuichi and Maki Roll want him to be Kaito, then – he glances at Shuichi hopefully – then maybe…?

Shuichi firmly tells him that no, that’s wrong. Kaito was just asserting that Shuichi and Maki and everyone else here get to decide who they want to be, so why should it be any different for him? If he wants to be Kaito, then Shuichi’s with him all the way. And Maki feels the same, right?

Maki puts in, slowly, like she’s still figuring this out as she speaks, that she’s been thinking hard about things since he pointed out that this means she never really killed anyone. It’s true that it’s a relief to know that nobody ever died because of her, but… she still feels like she killed all those people. It still hurts, because all of those memories feel real to her.  So in that sense, it’s like she might as well have actually gone through all that hell.

Then… it must be the same for him, right? Even if it wasn’t really him who trained with them and supported them, he feels like it was, doesn’t he? So… he might as well be the same Kaito. If her feelings matter even if they came from fake memories, then so do his.

Hearing both their words to him, Kaito’s face gradually lights up into a huge, somewhat desperate grin. Of course he wants to be Kaito; there’s nobody else he’d rather be! And, Shuichi and Maki Roll, they… they still wanna be his sidekicks, right?

Of course they do. Shuichi and Maki were pretty shaken by the initial shock of seeing Kaito’s death and realising where the Kaito standing in front of them came from, to the point that their kneejerk reactions in that moment might have made him feel like they didn’t see him as Kaito or want him around. But having a little bit of time to process it and reflect on it, and seeing how badly Kaito was hurting from thinking this is how they feel about him… there’s no way that’d be what they settle on. They’re his friends – and they can’t bear to lose him twice.

Maybe they messed up in the sense that they let Kaito die on his end, but they also simultaneously didn't lose Kaito on their end. This person who's here for them right now is still him, and none of what happened to the other Kaito is his fault. How could they just throw away this second chance? They’re still going to need Kaito’s support – and this Kaito needs them, too, more than ever. It’s awful that they failed Kaito once, but they can at least make sure to never fail him again.

(Kaito tells them firmly that no, they didn’t fail him. There’s no way Kaito would have ever thought that, no matter how afraid he was at the end.)

Epilogue

After escaping and settling into the outside world, as the survivors put together a gravesite for the friends from their game who didn't make it, they make sure there's a grave there for Kaito as well. Kaito, Shuichi and Maki visit it from time to time. It only seems right to do so.

The other Kaito, the one who died scared and alone, would have been happy to know that this’d be how it ended, Kaito reflects: to know that he still gets to live on, in a way, and keep being there for his sidekicks. That he didn't just die useless and forgotten. He's certain of it - because he's Kaito, too.

  [part 2 to this post - because I had another fun idea that branches off partway through this one - here!]

#danganronpa v3 #danganronpa v3 spoilers #kaito momota #shuichi saihara #maki harukawa #friends #training trio #v3 aus #writing #my buttons #hello my name is elyvorg and my hobbies include wrenching my own heart out #definitely not what anon signed up for when they innocently suggested their idea #but i hope they're proud for being the reason this story exists now #duplicate kaito au

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Triplet AU: Shiro Hinata, The SHSL Future

!!SDR2 Spoilers Ahead!!

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Explanation:

I swear I can explain-

So I had the idea of a triplet AU after seeing ‘Awakened’ Hajime and by impulse got this idea. It stuck for a while and I’ve gone through many sprite edits of this guy but this is the design I like the most

I named him Shiro because he’s never been given a proper name and the main thing is that his hair goes white/pale blond so I went off of that

What’s changed?:

He keeps most of Hajime’s looks however some parts are altered (like the hair, clothes and skin partially) to give him a distinct look

His hair remains the same for the most part, however parts are longer and more petrified. The ahoge is also a fusion of both Izuru and Hajime’s ahoge

Skin is the same I just gave him freckles because it’s illegal for him to not

Clothes I gave him something similar to one of the designs of Beta Hajime because I thought it was cool

Kept the warm colour pallet cause it fit

Talent

Oh lord how do I explain this

Awakened Hajime is always about the future (compared to Izuru who is nothingness or nihil) so I had the idea for SHSL Future

Essentially the talent itself is the main power to influence those to a better future with overbearing optimism- at least that’s how I wrote it in my notes??

I’ve made it so Shiro is fairly persuasive as it’s a gift from his talent, he pushes those to a better future of Hope essentially- if that last explanation made no sense

Original Awakened Hajime Design

I tried to keep it as similar as possible with a few changes to give him a bit of individuality.

I’m not 100% on his personality so I’ve left it out. From what I gather this version of Hajime is an optimistic-realist, persuasive and very passionate about the future- so for the most part his personality can be your choice

You can use the sprite but please credit me for it!

Awakened Hajime redesign by me

#danganronpa #danganronpa sprite edit #edit #edits #danganronpa au #sdr2 #sprite edit #super danganronpa 2 #super danganronpa goodbye despair #hajime hinata #hinata hajime #danganronpa goodbye despair #goodbye despair #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair

[fanfictional-creator]

What is Fanfiction (Fanfic)?

Fanfiction is when somebody takes a character, universe, or story from a different scenario to create their own story. These characters and scenarios are commonly pulled from novels, TV shows, movies.

Everyone's writing process will vary, as everyone is different, so somethings within this might work for you, others might not. I have been writing fanfiction for the past 3 years. So I definitely don't know everything about everything. This is just to help clear up a few questions that I have seen floating around.

Before I jump straight into my writing / planning process; here are a few helpful links. 

There are many apps to help you long the way; whether it be for a mobile device or PC.

https://youtu.be/rnZofVMjwqQ

https://youtu.be/AlQpj_dUxro

Here are some links for videos; if wanting to write on wattpad.

https://youtu.be/TEgvo8nIW-I

https://youtu.be/T07pP_gRWKY

Title Generator

Book Title Generator

Fanfiction (In Depth)

The Ultimate Guide To Fanfiction and Fanfiction Sites

Writing for a fandom I enjoy, although some believe there to be rules of do’s and don'ts. Some may say try and keep it accurate & true to canon; but that's just the beauty of fanfic; that it can stray far from being accurate to the original canon yet stay within the realms of canon at the same time. 

There are many formats of fanfiction, such as;

Archive Of Our Own (AO3) 

Fanfiction.net (FF.Net)

Tumblr

Wattpad

Personally I use Tumblr & wattpad, as I find it the easiest to navigate. However AO3 & FF.net have a vast library and a much better search engine designed for fanfiction specifically unlike wattpad.

Beginning 

When starting; my ideas will perhaps originate from songs I have listened to, or even a simple word / title I have heard or seen; or even the simplest of concepts such as dancing in a ballroom.

A lot of my work will usually have the song title as the story title; which I use as my starting point. Now writing a story doesn't have to be in chronological order. There is no cement structure. You might start at the end, then go back to the beginning, before finishing with the middle.

Using songs for inspiration is different from including the song within your fic. A song-fic is; a piece of writing that features fictional work interspersed with the lyrics of a relevant song. 

When using songs as inspiration; I take ideas from within the song; such as a key line, although never using the actual lines from the song, just the idea / concept. 

Example; Brother By NEEDTOBREATHE.

Lyrics;

I ain't made for rivalry, I could never take the world alone

I know that in my weakness I am strong

But it's your love that brings me home

I’d take a section / verse and morph that into a usable idea. For this verse; the idea of having someone to return home to. 

Now; once I have gotten my idea / concept, I begin to plan.

This is where apps & tools come in handy. Some apps contain certain tools that allow you to explore the character further. Such as their; height, age, looks / appearance, family / friends, personality, role within the story etc. This especially comes in handy when creating an Alternate Universe (AU), where you take canon and diverse from it, changing aspects of that character / world.

AU Definition

This is where characters are placed in situations opposite to actual events in the book/series. For example, if someone was to create an 'AU' story for the Harry Potter series, then they could write about what would have happened to Harry if his parents hadn't have died, like they did in the actual series.

Types of AU’s

Alternative timelines, contextual reassignment, "reality" swaps, crossovers, and predictive fiction.

An Example (Supernatural)

Instead of Sam and Dean Winchester growing up as hunters; after their mother died, along with their father; instead, Mary (Mother) Never died, meaning that John Winchester (Father) would never have hunted down the demon Azazel, changing the whole timeline. Sam would never have left John and Dean to go to Stanford. Meaning that Jessica (Sam's girlfriend) would never have died as they would have never met in the first place.

Supernatural - In S15, an episode aired based around an alternate reality / universe, of our version of Sam and Dean meeting another version of themselves, where things were different. Instead of John Winchester dying; he was still alive. The boys still hunted in the AU; although they did it world wide, and had a plane on stand by.

Sanders Sides

Thomas has the ability to project the different aspects of his personality in four different characters. Logic is his logical side, Dad is his moral side, Princey is his creative side, and Anxiety is his fear.

The sides have the same body - the host's one. Their appearance will be similar to each other and to the host, although with a lot of differences depending on what that Side represents. As such, they will also share several things that are inexplicably connected to the host, such as their sexual orientation. 

When writing for the Sanders Sides fandom; I have a wide variety to pick from. I diverge from Canon; such as creating a world where each aspect of thomas’ personality is their own person. This is a Human AU. Other times I stick to canon; and create a piece that is accurate and true to the series. There is no right or wrong.

Idea’s

Now that I have my main idea; more will come along. Personally, I find that at times I have too many ideas; some that work well with the story and others that just don't fit. I believe that you shouldn't scrap / bin any idea. It never hurts to write them down and save them for later. I have found that later when creating a new story, something that didn't work for a prior story works for this one instead. There is also nothing stopping you from joining 2 ideas together; which I find works very well to create and experiment with. 

I like to give myself the variety to choose from when it comes to anything and everything. I use pinterest when searching for dialogue / scenario prompts, quotes, images, songs etc. This can help fuel your creativity and inspire new ideas, which you can then expand on.

Example: 

“Ready for another war?”

“Same war. It’s only the enemy that's different.”

This dialogue can be changed to convey different emotions of the character. Anger, sadness, realisation & clarity etc. 

Songs can also help a huge amount. If your fanfic is set in a certain era such as the 1920’s.This adds to the immersion of the era, for both the writer and reader. It allows you to create a setting and write into that setting. 

Swanee - Al Jolson

West End Blues - Louis Armstrong

Rhapsody In Blue - Paul Whiteman featuring George Gershwin

Ain't Misbehavin' - Fats Waller / Louis Armstrong

T For Texas (Blue Yodel #1) - Jimmie Rodgers

In The Jailhouse Now - Jimmie Rodgers

The Prisoner's Song - Vernon Dalhart

The St. Louis Blues - Bessie Smith / Marion Harris

Ol' Man River - Paul Robeson / Al Jolson

Research

Research is a big thing for me. No matter if it's a minific, one-shot, or a multi-chaptered series, I always do my research. 

Example:

1920’s

Fashion in the 1920’s

Activities in 1920

Timeline  / Events of 1920

Reference: People in the 1920s enjoyed many popular hobbies, including sports, film, toys, gadgets and music. The introduction of new technology, such as the addition of color and sound in movies, helped fuel some of the interests for those living in the period known as the "Roaring 20s."

Websites can give you a guideline of questions to ask for a subject, an item, a person, a band etc. From that reference I can narrow down the key points; Sport’s, Film, Toys, Gadgets & Music. From there I research further into those points, such as music - The bands & solo artists, types of music etc. There is no harm in ever doing too much research. Typically I chose 2-3 websites to take information and fact check from. 

Getting ready to write!

After I have the idea down, gotten together my song playlist & prompts etc, it's time to start putting it altogether! Now don't limit yourself! Let your creativity guide you! Yes, there is no harm in preparation and planning ahead, however keep in mind what your goal is. To write. Not to create an award winning 120 chapter fanfic series. A good way to keep track of progress is make a to-do list. Break the process down into segments so as to not overwhelm yourself.

 

(Preparation) To-Do List:

Song Playlist - Check

Prompts - Check

Etc.

 

(Fanfic Writing) To-Do List:

Introduce Characters

Establish Setting

Etc.

 

There is no right or wrong way to go about this. A to do list is there to help you pick up where you last left off and help with organisation, as well as save time. There are apps / websites that can help you to keep organised. 

 

Trello

 

Writing Process

Everyone’s process is different. Some prefer to type as they go, others prefer to draft and plan before a write / type up. Finally, uploading it.

 

My process.

First, I create a front page in a notebook consisting of; a title, a prompt (if there is one), song inspiration list, character’s / pairings & ships, and a summary. That is what the viewers / readers will first see when looking at my post, along with a few added extras once it’s typed up & uploaded such as; a date & word count, as well as a beta reader.

 

After the first main page, I begin writing. Nothing more, nothing less. I don't set myself a goal for a word count, or a time limit to get it written as these things take time, even if it is just a 100 word drabble.  

 

I write what I want, for as long as I want. This is my first draft. It’s not going to be perfect, there are going to be mistakes, plot holes & misconceptions. This is why it's a draft. After the written draft, it's time to type it up on google docs. There, I flush out any mistakes, fix plot points, and add detail. Finally it goes to my beta reader. The beta reader marks errors and suggests improvements. 

 

Websites for more detail

Fanlore 

Fanfiction - Wikipedia

Fanfiction Terms Glossary 

 

One Shot vs Multi - Chapter Series (Long Fic)

 

One Shot

One shots in fanfiction vary in their content. They usually focus on a particular character's point of view, on a particular event or it could even be a short poem. Some one shots are created as part of a challenge set by other readers. A one-shot is a one chapter fic. A short piece of writing, as opposed to a multichapter work, that can be of any length. May also have sequel works related to it, while still being a one shot.

 

Long Fic (Chapters)

Long fic is a term that refers to a long fanfiction. Long fic usually has multiple chapters and more complex plots. 

 

When writing a fanfic, you won't know whether it will remain a one shot, or will transcend into a multi-chaptered story. Personally, I leave all my fanfics open to a degree, so that in the future I want to create a second part, I can. Other pieces of my written work are clear cut with a solid end, and no continuation points. It's good to always keep an open mind, but there is no pressure to create a multi-chaptered story if you don't want to. 

 

“If you want a happy ending, it depends on where you stop the story.” 

#fanfiction #fanfic #writing fanfic