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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
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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: 2019-05-29 02:22 pm (UTC)It seems this little game will need to be drawn out over time.
"Fine. Apology accepted zhough, I still protest at being anyone's 'pet'." Despite the fact that she was sold as a slave due to her own stupidity. One bad hunt and she lost her freedom..
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Date: 2019-05-30 10:54 am (UTC)He gives a soft tsk sound. "Now, who said anything about your being a 'pet?' I can't think of a--" he nearly says human, but that just isn't accurate, is it? "--sapient being that way. Brings to mind some associations I'd rather not have," he finishes drily. Clearly he's seen some shit. He gives a slight shiver, shrugging his heavy robes back into place.
"But that's another matter entirely. Will you come back out, now?"
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Date: 2019-05-30 02:01 pm (UTC)After a few moments of reluctance, she moved closer to him, slowly stepping out of the shadows and back into the moonlight so he could see her fully again.
"Plus, I hardly have my freedom anymore. The collar around my neck is a good indication of that."
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Date: 2019-05-31 03:53 am (UTC)He eyes the collar for a moment. "And once that's done, perhaps I'll simply set you free. I don't know, yet."
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Date: 2019-05-31 04:02 am (UTC)Rip still wasn't thrilled about it, but, she'd accept it for now. "Why do you want to know all those things? I could just answer your questions and you could free me right now."
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Date: 2019-06-02 10:53 am (UTC)A beat. "In the meantime, I shall have to get you some different clothes."
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Date: 2019-06-03 03:06 am (UTC)When he mentioned her clothes, she paused and looked down, surveying the mess she made of herself. Rip didn't seem to be bothered in the slightest by the blood splatter. Then again, she's also done worse than this to herself before.
"I assume ve are heading back to zhe house for zhat? Unless you're planning on stripping me naked right here und conjuring clothing or zomething."
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Date: 2019-06-03 04:29 am (UTC)He sobers again quickly enough, though. "But I cannot, so, yes, back to the house we must go. Hopefully you are fed enough for now." A beat. "That blood will never wash out. We shall simply have to burn what you're wearing. It won't be the first time," he finishes a little darkly.
"Come. We must go back inside."
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Date: 2019-06-03 04:37 am (UTC)She glances towards him, curious. "Zhe clothes are too short but, I doubt I vill get all of zhem covered in blood."
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Date: 2019-06-03 04:57 am (UTC)He shivers, suddenly cold.
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Date: 2019-06-03 05:00 am (UTC)"What happened to this woman? I doubt she just left her clothing behind."
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Date: 2019-06-03 05:58 am (UTC)"She was killed...." he grates. "By a vampire.... My wife, my Anya...." Though once the floodgates had been forced open he now can't stem the tide. "They burned her body, never even allowed me to see it, to see her one last time...." he sobs. Inwardly he panics, now, terrified that he won't be able to stop, that this being will take advantage of his distress and kill him here and now. He drops his hands and whirls to look at her, his gaze wild in a tear-soaked face. "I would know how it happened! Why it happened!"
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Date: 2019-06-03 06:11 am (UTC)But, hearing that his wife had been killed by her kind makes Rip a little uneasy and very, very wary as she subtly slips closer to the shadows the trees provide to hide in if she needs to. "Humans alvays seem to burn zhe bodies of our victims. Zhey believe it vill prevent zhe dead from becoming one of us."
She snorted faintly. "It's more complicated zhan zhat, ozhervise humanity vould be over run vith vampires." And obviously that wasn't the case. Rip stilled, studying him. She probably could take advantage of his state and attack, tear out his throat and escape to keep living her life. However, it's the magic he wields that has her doubting her chances of success.
"Zhe 'vhy' varies from vampire to vampire."
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Date: 2019-06-03 06:28 am (UTC)"Don't dance around my question.... Why do you prey upon humans, then? Why one human and not another?" he asks, his voice a quiet rasp, now.
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Date: 2019-06-03 06:42 am (UTC)She started moving in the shadows, circling him. "Tell me, why does a hunter shoot one deer and not the other? Is it because the one deer is to scrawny and the other is fat enough to feed their family? Or is it pride, taking the deer with the biggest antlers?"
There's a pause in her movement, a tilt of her head and then she veers off, putting distance between them before speaking again. Every movement calculated and predatory. She was a creature that would end his life given the chance.
"I prey upon humans for my own survival. It's nothing personal. I got made into this and left to survive so I am doing the best I can to do just that."
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Date: 2019-06-03 07:02 am (UTC)"So cold, so... meaningless...." he whispers before regaining his voice, whereupon he gives a stringy, unstable giggle. "As though there could be any kind of meaning! My Anya, my only reason for living... nothing more than food!" Another mad laugh. "Such an uncaring world that could create this manner of creature! Perhaps we should both leave it!"
With this, he charges forward, blue and red light flickering into a giant greataxe that whistles down through the air toward her.
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Date: 2019-06-03 07:08 am (UTC)Rip tenses for a moment before taking off, not even bothering to fight but to dash into the trees to put between her and that sharp blade. At first the direction she's running might not make sense but, it will eventually. Rip was heading back to the house, keeping low to the ground and with any luck, she might be safe in the house....
Providing he didn't corner her first. "I'm razher fond of living."
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Date: 2019-06-04 05:34 am (UTC)She's so much faster than he is, able to run for so much longer than he is, that even if he does corner her, and possibly he will against those garden walls, he only manages to throw one more sharp, pointy object before he sways dangerously, staggers, and crumples to the ground, silent.
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Date: 2019-06-05 05:37 am (UTC)Despite her speed, Rip doesn't know her way around the grounds in the slightest so it wasn't long before he had her cornered like some animal. For the most part, she'd managed to avoid the thrown projectiles.. Mostly. There had been a few that brushed against her, leaving light gashes and cuts on her arms and upper body, tearing at the dress she wore.
Once he had her cornered, she was cringing and pressing her back against the cool stone, head down and arms crossed over her chest, trying to just keep the remains of the tattered dress she'd been wearing in place to cover herself with.
Rip had her eyes closed when she heard a thump against the ground. She opened her eyes just in time to realize the last weapon he created and threw were heading straight for her. She managed to twist enough that it hit her shoulder, punching through but not hitting anything vital as she gritted her teeth against the pain.
Once she was able to focus again, she realized there were more projectiles being thrown at her... and then she saw Azwel collapsed on the ground before her.
Now she had a choice, flee. Or, stick around and help the idiot. She somehow doubted that whatever wards he had around his estate would be easy to get through. In fact, she doubted she'd be able to leave the grounds.
With that in mind, she quietly grumbled as she held her shoulder and then went over to him, gently pushing against his shoulder with a toe to see if he was still alive.
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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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