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Because I can't leave that Abstract Button alone, here's a bunch of AUs that roll about in my head that I figured I'd plop in here to see if anyone wants to bat them about.
Warnings apply for pretty much everything: smut, body horror, violence, nonconsensual science, cosmic horror, pregnancy, gender-switching, and probably more.
Wizarding AU
or
Harry Potter And The Contrived Fanfiction Plot
Is it Marauders-Era and you not only have to deal with them but this weirdo new Defence Against The Dark Arts instructor? Or, even worse, is this during the books and you have to deal with all of that plus this weirdo new Defence Against The Dark Arts instructor? What on earth was Dumbledore thinking? This man looks like he just crawled out from under the floorboards of Voldemort's own goddamn house. He makes Snape look trustworthy. But boy does he know his stuff. And all kinds of other stuff. So what's Professor Azwel really about?
Cthulhu Mythos AU
or
The Call Of The Thing On The Living Room Floor Of The Witch-House Of The Terrible Old Man With The Silver Key To The Challenge From Beyond The Wall Of AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Terrible things are afoot in New England in the 1920s. Fish-people and cultists and schlubs having horrible dreams are everywhere. Things are colours that don't exist. A squiggly symbol that scares the bejeezus out of you is scrawled on random surfaces. And what's that awful tekeli-li sound that rides the wind of an evening? What are those faceless flying creatures silhouetted against the moon? AND WHY IS AN EIGHT-FOOT-TALL BUG MAN THING CLAIMING HE'S RANDOLPH CARTER? Nobody knows except a strange mystic from Europe who calls himself only 'Azwel' and seems to know an awful lot about and awful lot of things. Things man (or woman or bug) was not meant to know! Do you follow him to the hilltops or into the cypress swamps or wherever else he says the horrible tomes direct him or do you do the smart thing and run screaming into the night, trailing As as you go?
Domestic Fluff
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How I Married A Mad Alchemist
Ah, wedded bliss. Family life and home sweet home. Is there anything like it? Probably not. You are Mr. Or Mrs. Azwel. His first name is a secret he just might someday tell you. In the meantime, you now live in a big sprawling house with either three or seventeen cats (never any other number), a plethora of alchemical paraphernalia, and a husband whom you have to tempt out of the lab to eat. But he's wealthy. And he loves you more than anything. He just... has a very unconventional way of showing it.
Sex Slave
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Fuggit, I'm Running Out Of Titles.
a Did you get bought from the sex slave market by this odd, mysterious nobleman who only goes by one name? How will this 'Lord Azwel' even treat you? Only one way to find out, as he's bringing you home to his mansion full of books and alchemy. Oh, my.
b You're looking for that special sex slave. Well, this fellow is certainly eye-catching, all big and manly, windswept and interesting. Watch out, though, the owner says he's a bit mad, too clever by three quarters, and was sold to him as punishment for some crime nobody will disclose.
Experiments? Oh My!
It can be any time, really, the aim is the same. This strange genius who calls himself only 'Azwel' has you locked up in his laboratory. He has a mission, you see, and that mission is to extract a very, very specific kind of energy from you. It can only be collected during orgasm. Oh, but he's terribly clever at getting people to that state....
Vampire AU
a Blaaaaaa! A mysterious alchemist who never goes out in the daytime has moved into that spooky castle. And at the same time there's tell of a mysterious fiend roaming the streets at night, ravishing nubile young maidens and... whatever the young gentleman equivalent may be... and draining their blood! Can anyone draw the obvious conclusion between these nocturnal shenanigans and that weird Count Azwel?
b You vampire, you! You've somehow gone and caught yourself a nosy alchemist who insists on being called only 'Azwel.' His fault for trying to investigate your castle/house/apartment/yurt/whatever, I suppose. Now what will you do with him? My, but he's a robust-looking fellow who'll certainly serve as a ready food supply....
Girl Genius AU
Explosions! Terrible mad science! Toothy monsters with cheesy accents! Giant switches actually labelled 'MUAH HA HA HA HA HA!' Gleeful destruction! Exclamation marks! Just what have you gotten yourself into walking into the midst of Mechanicsburg in a random era ruled by Azwel Heterodyne The Madder Than Usual?
Pet Person AU
a Who doesn't like a big fluffy kitty? A... really big, fluffy kitty. Even though he prefers to wear clothes, one can see just how fluffy Azwel is by his purple hair and beard, soft grey ears with purple tufts, and giant, fluffy purple and grey tail. Oh, but he'd make a lovely companion, if you can get him to stop chewing on you. His love is pointy, after all. His claws are so long they don't retract all the way, making him even pointier. But he's clever and just listen to that rumbling purr!
Oh, and one other thing. There's a very good chance he'll be in heat. And even if he's not, he's still very libidinous. Sorry about that.
b Are you the kind of pet person Azwel's looking for? He's after someone who can assist in his work and not push things off of shelves or knock things over with a wagging tail. A companion to curl up with on cold nights. A sexual partner. Is it you?
Sex Cult AU
There's a heady smoke in the air, a mist swirling grey-white under the full moon. A hypnotic drumbeat plays. Cloaked and hooded figures surround you, bear you along to the stone altar under the tall trees. They start a slow, circling dance and a low, sonorous chant slips into your hearing. At the altar stands another figure, clad in elabourate robes. He reaches up with beringed hands to remove his hood, revealing his face, long purple hair and beard surrounding pale features and a gaze that draws you in. He bids you step toward him. The ritual has begun.
As an added bonus, request Rule 63 of any of the above and hey, presto, Azwel was always a woman!
Got any other ideas? Feel free to throw them at me. ^.^
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Date: 2019-06-06 12:56 am (UTC)Blood trickles from his nose--he's overused that weapon, again.
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Date: 2019-06-06 04:49 am (UTC)Rip seriously considered it before looking around at the grounds around them and then towards the house as she continued to hold her bleeding shoulder. That would be a pain in the ass to heal.
After a few moments she grumbled to herself and then reached down to grab his wrist and hauls him up. It's awkward but, she gets him slung over her shoulder and heads back to the house.
She dumps him in the nearest sitting room or chair once she gets inside and then treks up to her rooms and locks herself in for now to tend to herself and get a bath.. and clean not torn clothes.
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Date: 2019-06-06 10:05 am (UTC)Slowly he unfastens the gauntlets and eases them off his only slightly shaking hands, then peels off the gloves worn under them. He looks at his hands for a moment, at the slight burns on the back of each and the odd, faintly glowing lines under the skin. He really has been using those things far too much.
Azwel rests his fevered-feeling head against the cool glass for a moment, then leaves the room. Far from going upstairs again to bother Rip further, he makes his way along the quiet halls and down into the lower level. This opens into a vast chamber filled with laboratory equipment of all descriptions. He slowly walks past all of that, though, to a door at the other end. Beyond that lies a small bedroom crammed full of books and a soft bed, and off of that lies a small bath chamber.
Carefully, Azwel places the gauntlets on a shelf, then proceeds to remove the elabourate robes he's wearing. He gives a soft moan of relief once he's removed that heavy belt and his knees nearly buckle. This has exhausted him worse than any other fight or all-night work session combined, and it worries him a little. Still, he reckons as he goes back to unfastening layers, it's probably because he got so emotional. Like as not, it probably interacted badly with the connexion he has with his weapon. He'll have to meditate on that. But later. Right now, as he unfastens his complicated footwear, he realises he simply wants to rest.
Finally he strips down to his smallclothes and even removes the gold-coloured circlet from his head, letting his long, wavy hair fall around his face. He ponders bathing--he's a sweaty mess. But he's simply too tired to do much more than wash his face and hands with cool water before collapsing onto the bed.
He's forgotten, however, that every door between Rip's suite and this room is unlocked.
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Date: 2019-06-11 05:03 am (UTC)Why the hell did he really want to discover? Nearly none of them had the same motivations as to why they killed people or hunted the way they did. After a moment she surged back up and growled as she shook her long hair for a moment before sighing. She really got herself into a mess this time. Her master could just kill her if he got pissed enough or he was...
Rip really didn't know what to think of Azwel at this point and it was frustrating to her when she could easily figure people out normally. He was...Definitely mad though. That she was pretty certain about.
With a sigh, she went back to washing up and then tending to her newest wounds before getting dress. It took some digging but, she did find another simple dress, this one green with white trim. Even with it being short on her, at least it worked.
For awhile, she sat in her rooms, unsure on whether or not she should leave them. It was getting pretty late and the sun might be up soon. And Yet...Rip hesitated before venturing out to explore what she could. At some point in her brief wanderings, she ends up in a lab like place, poking around slightly until she finds a bedroom in back and pokes her head in.
What she sees... makes her freeze a little. He was passed out on the bed. Obviously that meant he woke up at some point and stripped. She even noticed the gloves on the shelves and felt tempted to steal them..Actually.
She frowned a little before moving towards the gloves and reaching for them. If she hid these, he wouldn't be able to hurt her again...hopefully. Rip was getting sick of dodging the weapons the gauntlets produced.
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Date: 2019-06-11 01:28 pm (UTC)The mad alchemist in question, however, is indeed passed out on the bed, scandalously undressed. He lies sprawled on his back, head dropped to one side, his breathing so slow and quiet that an ordinary person might mistake him for dead. But he's very warm, faintly flushed, some of his hair ever so slightly damp, in that manner only the very deeply asleep can achieve. He doesn't notice, therefore, when she crosses to the shelf where his gauntlets sit.
But the moment she reaches for them there's a bright flash of light and indescribable energy from them and he gasps loudly, eyes flying open.
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Date: 2019-06-12 05:12 am (UTC)However, any thoughts of that nature came to a screeching hault when her attempt to nab the gloves off the shelf and there was the flash of light that temporarily blinded her as her hands veered away from where she had been touching them with a soft hiss.
Whatever that was, it felt very unpleasant against her sixth sense and made her take a step back as she tried to wait for her vision to clear.
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Date: 2019-06-12 07:01 am (UTC)As soon as her senses clear she'll realise he still has his arms around her, looking at the gauntlets. Well. He's very big and very warm and smells rather nice. When he's not ranting he's... not bad-looking at all, really. The tableau stretches for another couple beats. Then he looks at her.
He freezes and then slowly lifts his hands from her.
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Date: 2019-06-13 12:56 am (UTC)Rip just freezes, her eyes wide at being touched at all and almost missed the warmth he put off once he pulled his hands away from her. Almost on instinct she was leaning back into him, seeking the warmth and sound of his heartbeat with her cooler body and silent heart.
It was.. strange and she wasn't sure really what was happening at the moment.
"What are those things."
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Date: 2019-06-13 05:01 am (UTC)"They bear the essences of Order and Chaos," he says a bit faintly. "And they've never reacted like that to another person before." He wonders, briefly, if they're reacting to the presence of a vampire. Nonsense--if that were the case, they would have done so already. Or maybe, without himself as the catalyst, the energies aren't filtered enough and thus react more markedly to their environment....
And then he notices he's got someone in his arms. He notices how chilly her skin feels, how a strange energy seems to animate her instead of a pulse.
How very blue her eyes are....
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Date: 2019-06-13 05:24 am (UTC)Vampires were agents of chaos in so many ways..Was it reacting to that? No one really knew how vampires originally came to be.. so. Maybe it was reacting to whatever gave her 'life'. She would think about that later.. when she wasn't trying to steal heat from him by pressing against him.
What was wrong with her? Why was she acting this affectionate with him..
.? Whatever instinct was driving her in that moment liked him apparently.
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Date: 2019-06-13 08:40 am (UTC)"This isn't..." he pants, lips a breath away from her own. He swallows hard. "This is dangerous." And yet he doesn't let go or even move his head back from hers. "It's been so long," he breathes. He should release her. He should step back. Regain his composure.
He closes the distance, his lips hot against hers, his arms pulling her tightly against him.
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Date: 2019-06-13 01:54 pm (UTC)Rip couldn't remember the last time she let anyone get this close to her, if ever. Not since her sire at the very least and that was quite some time ago, decades really. Eventually she pulled back from the kiss to let him breath, her cheeks flushed and lips lingering near his, ready to fall back into another kiss.
"We shouldn't continue..." and yet she wasn't moving from his hold. Rip was doing the exact opposite of what she said by shifting in his hold to face him and leaning in to capture his lips in another heated, passionate kiss.
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Date: 2019-06-13 02:38 pm (UTC)A heart-wrenchingly familiar scent greets it--faint but there, still in the dress she's wearing, only made more so by the scent of the soap she'd used. Tears prick at his eyes. This was all a mistake. A dreadful, horrible mistake, he should never have bought her, he never should have even left the house. A tear rolls down his cheek. He pulls away slowly, gently, but his hands have moved to either side of her face.
"You're not her," he whispers. "You're not my Anya. I know this in my mind and yet...." One hand slips into her silken hair. "I can't resist.... I need you. I need you and I don't even know why...."
He kisses her fiercely, now, lips hot and insistent.
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Date: 2019-06-13 03:17 pm (UTC)A dress that didn't belong to her but, was the only thing given to her. She didn't know who's scent lingered on it or who the soaps belonged to but, their scent lingered with hers, mixing in to create something unique and alluring to him.
As he pulled away, it took a few moments to bring her mind back into focus to hear what he was saying. Rip definitely wasn't his Anya, she was something and someone completely different. She shouldn't let whatever this was pull her in, this had to be a mistake, right?
But, her instincts insisted. Whatever that flash was, it shocked awake apart of her that had been dormant and suppressed for quite some time... and now she couldn't resist even if she wanted to.
Rip nodded, knowing that they both felt that desperate need as his hands slipped into her long silken raven hair just before reclaiming her lips again. She melted into this kiss, responding just as fiercely and as insistent as he was while her own hands moved to rest on his shoulders and soon she had her arms around him, her body pressed against his in a need for more contact.
Whatever was driving them...It wasn't letting them go.
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Date: 2019-06-15 05:44 am (UTC)Eventually he has to pull back to breathe more easily, and he pauses, arms around her hips and pressing them flush against his. He's already glassy-eyed with arousal, breathing heavily. When he kisses her again, it's slow and gentle.
"Lay with me," he whispers, his lips next to hers. "Just once... quench this flame between us...." He pulls her toward the bed.
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Date: 2019-06-16 01:47 am (UTC)The more his hands roamed, the warmer she became as her cooler skin soaked it all in as if she were starving for all his heat... all the attention he was giving her as his hands roamed.
Rip felt starved for something other than blood and he was the one to feed her as he broke away. Arousal apparent in both of them as she listened to him speak.
"Just this once..." She allows him to pull her towards the bed, not caring that this was probably one of her worst ideas in recent memory. All her body wanted was his heat.. his touch and anything else he may offer her for this night alone.
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Date: 2019-06-16 10:00 am (UTC)Once she's free of it he moans softly into the join of their lips, hands exploring her skin. She feels so good, her skin soft under his hands. He curls his arms around her and lowers her onto the bed, sinking down onto her. His body moves slowly against hers and his lips go to her neck, hot and wet and gentle, now, curiously exploring its long, graceful line.
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Date: 2019-06-16 06:27 pm (UTC)As his lips seek hers out, she gently rests her hands on his shoulder, her cool fingers soaking up as much warmth as she could as his hands explored her pale skin until his arms curled around her. In response her arms slipped around his shoulders as he leaned her back, lowering her to the bed.
His weight settled on top of her as if he weighed nothing. As lithe as she was, Rip wasn't fragile in any sense of the word, even enjoying the feel of him on top of her knowing that she could shove him away at anytime...
Though, that thought was definitely nowhere near the forefront of her mind as his body moves against hers. His lips on her neck draw out a soft gasp, granting him more access as she tilts her head to the side to bare the pale graceful line of her neck to his explorations. To have his mouth there was.. intimate and arousing to a creature like her where blood was worth more than gold.
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Date: 2019-06-17 11:09 am (UTC)Then he pulls away languidly, rising up onto his knees just long enough to untie his smallclothes and pull the fabric from around his hips, freeing his thick, erect cock. He looks down at her, eyes lidded, just admiring her in the dim light before he makes his way between her legs, sinking down onto her and into another hot, gentle kiss. He pulls away slowly and then kisses her again, several times, slow and soft, a quiet moan n his throat.
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Date: 2019-06-17 10:29 pm (UTC)It's enough to ignite a desire she didn't even realize she had as he pulled away. Lust filled sapphire eyes watched as he removed the last remains of cloth to free himself before settling between her parted thighs, allowing him entrance to her already slick core as he drew her into more heated little kisses. Each one serving to draw her more and more in to indulge in the desire swelling within her.
It wasn't long before she was rocking her hips against him, urging him on to what they both desperately wanted.
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Date: 2019-06-18 10:40 am (UTC)He pauses, his head dropping to the corner of her neck as he relishes that soft, wet embrace. Soon enough, though, he starts to roll his hips slowly, pushing himself in further every time, massaging away that ache in his swollen, throbbing shaft. Soft moans hum against her skin as he does this, slightly plaintive sounds of relief and desire together. It had been so long and she'd inflamed such a need in him that to enter her was a balm for the soul, even though his heart wept.
He can forget his own emotions for a time, now. Their hips meet and he falls into a slow rhythm, his hips lifting hers with each rolling thrust. His lips find hers again, kissing them languidly, heatedly, at that same slow pace, and he lets himself drown in sensation.
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Date: 2019-06-20 05:32 am (UTC)Each roll of his hips had her own trying to meet his, eager for him to delve deeper and deeper..
Rip was drowning in sensation as his length slid deeper and deeper until their hips met. Then he started moving and her entire world shattered as she moaned, her hips moving to meet his slow and gentle thrusts as they fell into their rhythm. Every time he moved felt heavenly to her..
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Date: 2019-07-10 07:48 am (UTC)He moans softly, his own skin tingling heatedly, before slowly pulling his lips from her skin to breathe, hot puffs of air against it.
"Ah, god, you... you feel so good...." he whispers slowly, his words slurred with pleasure. "Mmmh... never want to stop..."
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Date: 2019-07-13 04:50 am (UTC)She whimpers softly as he speaks, unable to really form words at the moment while her hands reach up to caress up his arms and slip around his shoulders... She definitely agreed that about never stopping. "T-then don't.. keep giving me more.."
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Date: 2019-07-14 03:51 am (UTC)Words have fled, now, all he can do is feel, his mind falling into a blissful state free of thought that he hadn't know how much he craved until this very moment. It colours those low moans with a hint of desperation, a tiny bit of poignant need.
Exquisite liquid heat pools at the base of his spine and he eagerly lets his every nerve drown in it.
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