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the alternate universe meme

how to play
1. post with your character, name and canon in the subject line.
2. feel free to mention which aus you’re willing or not willing to play in the body of the comment.
3. tag by rolling for an alternate universe setting using rng.
4. or tag by picking whatever au you’d like to play in most.
5. have fun!

alternate universes
i - all human: in an all human au, characters who are canonically vampires, werewolves or superheroes, are now humans, with corresponding changes to their backstories.

ii - apocalypse: a portmanteau of "apocalypse fic", apocafic is fiction set during or after some sort of apocalypse, or end of the world. some canons carry a built-in apocalypse against which the protagonists are fighting: in apocafic, they lose. for example, apocafic in stargate and x-files is usually set after the alien occupation; supernatural apocafic is set on a demon-controlled earth.

iii - band: an alternate universe in which the characters are members in, or form a band. often, the instruments they plan and their roles in the band are analogous to their canon identities. for example, tony stark might be cast as the fame-hungry lead singer who is also a musical genius, or river tam might be a classically trained pianist who, after a terrible experience at julliard, writes songs for mal reynold's grunge rock band, serenity.

iv - circus: circus aus are a popular trope in fanfic and sometimes fanart. using a circus as a setting means introducing the characters to each other in a close-knit community. that can help break down barriers between them and make them bond together against the outside world which may not understand them as well as the other characters do. it also brings a sense of adventure and the idea that this world may have different rules and everything is possible. a circus can also be a good place for characters to go undercover and meet the love of their lives.

v - coffee shop: the barista au (or coffeeshop au, or the closely related bakery au) is a popular fanfiction trope in livejournal fandoms. in most cases, one half of the main pairing is the barista and the other is or becomes their favorite customer; in some stories the whole cast works at a coffee shop. this trope is especially popular in fandoms where one character is very attached to coffee, either in canon or in fanon, or is frequently stressed.

vi - college/high school: college fic is a popular genre of fanfic (less often a genre of fanart) that places characters together in college or another secondary institution such as the starfleet academy in star trek fic (then called "academy fic"). this can be canon stories, for example backstory if characters have or could have met during college, or college aus, similar to high school aus. in science fiction, historical or fantasy fandoms the present day college au is a popular subgenre of the modern au that puts fantastic or historical characters in more mundane everyday settings.

vii - cop/detective: an alternate universe in which the characters are cast as cops or investigators of some kind. often, the canon villain is also cast as the villain in the story. this might be set in modern times, or in a noir-like environment, complete with gangsters and femme fatales.

viii - daemons: his dark materials is a fantasy trilogy by philip pullman. the trilogy consists of the golden compass (1995; published in the uk as northern lights), the subtle knife (1997), and the amber spyglass (2000). there are currently two companion novellas: lyra's oxford (2003) and once upon a time in the north (2008). a movie adaptation of the first book was released in theatres in late 2007. humans have their souls living outside their body in the form of an animal companion. males have female souls and females have male souls. the animals often correspond to the character’s personality.

ix - fantasy: an alternate universe populated with fantastical characters like elves, dwarves, unicorns, sorcerers, and dragons. canon characters might be cast as analogous races (e.g. clint barton or katniss everdeen as elf archers) or they might be humans in a fantastical setting. characters also might be able to secretly shape-shift into another form, like a dragon, and therefore is related closely to were/vampire/supernatural aus.

x - historical: a historical au is a fanwork which moves characters into a different historical period than their canon setting. typically this involves taking "contemporary" characters (from the late 20th century or 21st century) and putting them in an earlier historical period (such as the 19th century or before). popular settings for historical aus include: pirates, america's old west, britain's regency period, ancient rome, a vague facsimile of medieval england such as robin hood, and many others.

xi - hooker/porn/stripper: hookerfic is a type of fanfic where one or more of the characters is a sex worker. there are many different types of hookerfic, ranging from more realistic depictions to the more common pretty woman-type fantasy of a hooker with a heart of gold, rescued from life on the streets by a client. sex work of all kinds is portrayed—brothels, escorts, street prostitution, "call-girls" as well as strippers and go-go boys.

xii - magic: magic aus are alternate universe fanworks that incorporate magic in fandoms where there is no magic present in canon. (or in some cases, fanworks that make a canon with magic more magical.) they differ from elf aus in that there may be magic without any elves showing up, and are opposites of all human and mundane aus.

xiii - neighbors/roomates: an alternate universe where the canon characters live next-door to one another, or in the same apartment building or complex, or in the same apartment. often, this is also an all-human au, if the canon characters are powered in some way. the forced proximity is usually used to create romantic tension between characters.

xiv - space/sci-fi: a space au is an alternate universe where a source set on earth is transported into space; works are often referred to as "[fandom] in spaaaaaaaaace!" the trope can be a form of crackfic, but often includes surprisingly serious reinterpretations of the most earthbound of sources, particularly historical fiction written or set before space exploration. cyberpunk trappings such as robots, cyborgs and ais are often included.

xv - steampunk: steampunk was originally a term for a sub-genre of speculative fiction that imitated 19th century "scientific romances" like the work of jules verne and h.g. wells. later, the term was applied to a general aesthetic involving styles that would be "futuristic" from the perspective of the 19th century. steampunk appears in fanworks as both a genre and an aesthetic. there are some fandoms for which the canon is steampunk(-ish), e.g. the secret adventures of jules verne, but more often it is found as steampunk alternate universe.

xvi - western: the western is a genre of fiction set in the later half of the 19th century in the western part of north america, especially the united states, but also canada and mexico. sometimes also included in the genre are stories about western-type characters and plots in other settings, e.g. "space westerns" (in science fiction settings) and contemporary westerns (set in the western part of contemporary north america).

xvii - were/vamp/supernatural: a reversal of the all-human, in these fics characters who are normally human are now supernatural creatures of some kind the most common being werewolves or vampires.

xviii - choose your own: self-explanatory! choose your own option.

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[ yagen pulls his hands back, offering them to gotou - 'remove them'. he wasn't ashamed of showing those hands to him. never him.

gotou had held those hands through his whole life. he'd touched his burnt back, held him close... ]

[Gotou slowly removed his gloves, gazing at the bad burns before bringing them back to his face, smiling brightly at him.

Clearly taking delight in feeling direct contact on his hands.]

I love you...so much, Yagen...

[ smooth, no fingerprints. yagen's smile doesn't falter when gotou presses his hands to his cheeks.

he draws gotou closer then, pressing their forehead's together again, warm lips brushing gotou's as he speaks softly between them both. ]

I love you too, Gotou.

[ and he kisses him gently then, letting violet eyes fall closed. ]

[Gotou pressed a brief kiss to his hand, a small show of love and affection for Yagen's burned hands. He loved everything about him, every perfection and imperfection.

Gotou happily kissed him back, his amber eyes staring at him before closing. He couldn't remember when they started kissing so frequently, maybe it was because they saw Namazuo and Honebami do it or maybe it's because they read it somewhere, or it could have just been a way to cope with abusive foster parents, a way to comfort and sooth one another.]

[ either way, it wasn't their first.

gotou's kisses were soothing; exciting. no matter the situation, they were always perfect... and now, with gotou perched on his lap, kissing him as yagen cradles his cheeks. those kisses make the situation as perfect as can be. ]

[Yagen's kisses made everything better, it made him feel better even after having the worst beatings from their foster father, Yagen's kisses still brought a smile to his face.

He broke the kiss, suddenly overwhelmed by the desire to pepper his face with kisses, chuckling softly.]

( it's long past the stage where noct needs seducing; prompto never really had to put in any effort to do that, anyway. he's funny, always has been, and screw sexy, it gets another inelegant snort of a chuckle out of noctis, a smirk teasing at his mouth. )

Hope so. It's the only sausage available here.

( his fingertips slip under the material of prompto's shirt and climb, hand sliding up the line of his side until his shirt is half-way rucked up. he thumbs over a pink nipple idly at the same time he noses down to nip at the flesh of prompto's neck, a spot under his ear. it's a little sharper bite than it probably should be, but he makes up for it with a sweeter kiss. he drops a few extra kisses, they're slow and lazy and almost sensual, before he sucks at the little bite mark. childish or not, he never liked sharing and he didn't want anyone getting the wrong idea. )

"There is a military station about an hour's walk from here. We could stay there for the day and continue on tomorrow. There will be nourishment for you there, too, though no servants to look after you or the horse."

Death sentences rarely were carried out through one of the usual methods, such punishment reserved for the most dire of offenders who deserved to die in pain. All others who deserved dead tended to be kept around for a time when a vampire would need to feed and could not be trusted to keep their wits about them during it, usually because they were so starved. Like Ashley was right now. They should have one of those at the military outpost.

He didn't accept the hand yet, though he made no motion to turn it down, either; but if Ashley was to agree to spending the night there, he would walk to put less strain on the horse. Tired as he was.

Ashley hesitated for only a moment. Part of him was distantly aware that it could be dangerous to trust this stranger. He didn't know what situation he was walking into. And yet he was also aware that he had fairly little choice. He had been unable to properly care for himself on his own. Rather than question his situation, however, he nodded. It was easier to trust. "We should bring some of the brushes, then," he said. "For Malek. I will have to brush him myself."

"Do you know where they are?" If Ashley had no idea, he would just go in the stables and pick up some that seemed good (assuming they hadn't all been stolen). But there might be special ones for the son of the lord of the house's horse, as such things were.

"Yes," Ashley said, turning the horse toward the stable. Tying the reins at the door, he hopped down and went to fetch the brushes he wanted. It was information that he had, again, because the horse would tolerate no one else. Packing those away, he mounted back onto the horse, looking expectantly down at Mago. "Shall we go?"

"I will walk."

Unless Ashley insists that he get on the horse, too. But it won't be necessary tonight, and he'd rather keep the horse fresh for tomorrow. Nights are shorter than days, so they will have to make more speed than he did coming here. Particularly also because he could risk getting here after nightfall. With Ashley, they can't risk travelling past sunrise.

"It is not far, and less weight on the back and a slower pace will be better for your horse."

"Yes, Mago," Ashley said. He agreed, feeling a distant twinge of guilt for neglecting his horse and now for pressing it forward without adequate care. "Will they feed him, at the military place?"

He had never seen a military outpost before. He had never seen many things, and as he finally left the only house he remembered, he wondered what his fate would be. He wondered how the household of his new host would be run. An unpleasant suspicion tickled at the back of his mind, the certainty that his life, this household, had been deeply unusual, and somehow wrong. Ashley was not given to introspection, however, and there were higher priorities ahead. In his new life. With Mago.

"There will be food for him. They know that they can trust my lady to pay any bill incurred by me."

And he's fairly sure that she won't see an issue with how he handled this. He enjoys a fair amount of trust in handling things correctly from her side, and his course of action seems reasonable from what he can tell.

He will lead Ashley down the road and sure enough after an hour and passing some farms and summer residences they arrive at the outpost - a small affair, two houses and walls. Ragnar hails the man guarding the entrance, and after a some forth and back they are left in. The guard comes over and him and Ragnar talk for a minute or two, and then Ragnar returns to Ashley.

"They ask that you put your horse in the stables and do nothing more than the most necessary; there is enough time before sunrise that you can return later. They want you to feed first, though." There would be more elegant ways of saying all of this, but he feels that being a bit blunt might yield the best results right now.

Ashley swallowed and nodded, eyes going slightly unfocused at the promise of food. He obeyed, taking his horse to the stable and putting it in an empty stall. He quickly filled the horse's trough with some oats he found, ensured that it had water, and removed the tack, leaving it all in an nearby pile. He'd never done so much by himself before, and he felt exhausted, but pressed through on the promise of food.

Returning promptly, he looked with hopeful eyes at Mago and the guard, licking his lips once.

The two humans exchanged a glance at the clear hunger in that little gesture and hurried into one of the buildings with him. There were a few small rooms with iron bars instead of a door, all but two empty. The guard unlocked one of them and the shuffled away.

Ragnar looked inside and the pulled it open. A man sat against the back of the little cell, blinking up blearily at the commotion and then abruptly scrambling to his feet, eyes wide, when he noticed the two strangers. The expression on his face was a mix of fear and something that could almost be relief. Ragnar could assume why. Death was frightening, but being here couldn't be nice, either, and being bitten by a vampire was probably one of the most pleasant ways to go, as the bite tended to send a feeling of ecstasy through the donor's body.

"Go ahead, drink as much as you need. He has been sentenced to death, anyway." Ragnar stepped back to open the way up for Ashley.

Ashley's eyes lingered a moment longer on Mago. "Thank you," he said, and stepped into the little room. It was an unpleasant place, heavily reinforced, and Ashley wondered if these unfamiliar humans--with their sidelong glances and whispered conversations--intended to lock him in.

"Come," he said, extending a hand to the man in the cell, with eyes dark and voice entrancing. "I will kiss you, if you like. Do you wish to die?"

The man didn't answer, only stared at him with wide eyes, for a long moment before his expression turned into a sneer.

"Nobody wants to die. Stop taunting me. You're going to kill me, anyway, and if not you, the next."

There seemed to be no actual fight left in him, though.

Meanwhile, Mago lingered near the bars. If Ashley frenzied and one vessel wasn't enough, he would open the other cell and then leave the room. That would probably be a mess to clean up later, but better that than the alternative.

[prompto likes the marks, anyway. he wears them with pride. oh, he'll cover them up sometimes — when moms bring their kids to the farm for chocobo rides, and prompto can't possibly explain to small children why his boyfriend leaves bite marks all over — but for the most part he likes letting everyone know how possessive noct gets in bed. he shudders at the little flashes of pain and the generous teasing of his nipple; he arches his chest into noctis's touch, already hungry for more. he slides one hand into noct's hair as if to keep him there.]

Ah, yeah...

[no matter how many times they do this, it never fails to amaze him that noct is just ridiculously handsome. it's unfair. no one has any right to be that good-looking, fresh out of bed with his hair in disarray, and yet noct's just there, with that damn kissable smirk on his face. prompto wants to bite his lips.

the blond has wonderfully sensitive skin — it burns and blushes and bruises easily, so much so that by the time noctis finishes leaving his bite mark, prompto's skin has turned a bright lollipop pink, flushed from his cheeks all the way down to his shoulders. and though he's not entirely aware of it, he's been wiggling his hips, not-so-subtly rubbing himself against noct's leg.]

How do you always do this to me?

[ ooc: ah sorry this somehow did not get sent to me. ANYWAYS

Sure, sounds good to me. Do you wanna start this off? ]

[ the soft kisses surprise him, and because of it, he laughs gently, face crinkling cutely as he does. he leans into the affectionate pecks and hums faintly. going home tonight, there was no way they could be alone, so... ]

Hey... let's spend some time here. Just us. [ he looks at gotou with half-lidded violet eyes, bare hands resting on his hips. ]

[Did some reading up (everything that seemed relevant from the wiki) on ghouls and vampires. Have a clearer concept now and figured out a suitable backstory for Ashley that fits WoD canon without retconning anything he's said so far. (Not hard to do, since Ashley's version of events is, uh, unreliable to say the least.]

Ashley rolled his eyes. "Don't be boorish. I'm impatient and hungry, and no one wants this to turn messy. I don't much care if you die or if you rot indefinitely in this cell. I'm offering you a choice. They say you're sentenced to death. You can choose, if you'd like, when you want to die."

Tilting his head to one side, Ashley watched him with inhuman dark eyes, radiating irritation and petulance. "Decide. I'm hungry."

[He nuzzles their cheeks together, smiling brightly at him. Yagen was too cute and lovable! How did he get so lucky?]

But what about your paperwork? [Gotou asked, pecking his cheeks more because now he was just in a pecking mood.]

Who cares. I can do it at home.

[ it was just reading over some club application forms anyway. he wraps his arms tightly around gotou's waist, nuzzling into his neck affectionately and breathing in slowly. ]

Right now... I want Gotou.

Haha, good luck the little guys will want all your attention.

[He laughed, tilting his head so he could nuzzle his neck easier. He couldn't help but giggle a little as his warm breath tickle his neck.]

But ya already have me...

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i'll totally just tag here forever then, i'm down for that

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