So, I decided to do something a little different. For anyone who's looking into AI, here's a little breakdown on Tipsychat. It used to have free versions but it now they use the gem system. I won't lie, it's pricey and I still feel the developers should reduce their prices and they'd likely get more subscribers but that's another issue. Anyway, here's what's to love about Tipsy chat. I'm showing you through a Trafalgar Law chat I created for myself š
So, I created a character specifically for me. You can do that by going to the create tab in the middle of your screen below. It's the one that looks like a cross in a square.
From there, you upload a picture of the character you want to create. It can be art or a gif. Whatever you like. I obviously chose Trafalgar Law because I can't resist that yummy surgeon
This image ends up being the background for the chat so keep that in mind. From here, we go to Profile details. Put in the name, the greeting that will begin your chat with the character, the Rating (Limitless means NSFW is enabled), personality and the conversation examples. The personality is going to influence your character, so pack in as much detail as possible, especially if you're making it a private chat. It makes the character more attuned to you.
The dialogue also helps to suggest the tone of the conversation. Again, inject as much personality as possible into the character and your dynamic.
You can then save and add a voice if you like. I personally prefer reading to hearing the voices. But it's up to you. When the chat begins, you can add a profile card to further add intimacy for you and the character.
Author's note: I wrote this out of boredom and simple curiosity. The concept is simple; in a modern au, how would the King of Demons react to the fandom ships online? Honestly, this is pure, self-indulgent crack. I hope you enjoy it. Ten points to whoever spots the other fandom Easter eggs in here.
It all started the way most wars and conquests began: revenge.
As much as humans likened themselves to virtuous beings of compassion and sincerity, the truth behind their sinful, deceptive nature was all too apparent beneath Muzan Kibutsujiās apathetic gaze. There were many a times when the King of Demons often pondered about the complex, sinister nature of the human condition as he witnessed the many atrocities of the Land of the Rising Sun and its descendants. From the blood-soaked battles of the Warring States Period to the political strife that led to the Menji Period, the raven-haired male had observed humanity tear itself apart and rebuild itself countless times. Humanityās thirst for power and control was only elevated by their darker streaks of emotion: anger, lust, envy and greed, resulting in pain, suffering and oppression that only sustained the vicious cycle of destruction and rebirth.
This was partially why he despised humans and desired immortality, disregarding mortals as a lower subspecies not worthy of his attention or respect. However, he hadnāt fully comprehended precisely why he abhorred humanity with such a vengeance.
That is, until he stumbled across that.
Muzanās lips curled in a snarl of disgust, his revulsion etching deep lines upon his features as he scowled at the very thought of what he decided was humanityās ultimate and most heinous of crimes. How human beings could even ponder such vile, depraved thoughts was beyond him and he was the ruler of a legion of cannibalistic immortal creatures of the night. However, when the relatively younger of his Upper Moons, Daki and Gyutaro, shed light on the collective thoughts and views found on the internet on the Demonslayer world and pointed out the āfanartā and āfanfictionā created by anonymous humans, he was aghast. Why?
Because humans dared to fucking āshipā him with his Upper Moons, Kagaya Ubuyashiki and even that brat Tanjiro Kamado.
Since when he had gone from being the feared and aloof King of Demons to being a sexual deviant pimp who molested his Upper Moons, possessed carnal feelings of desire towards his most hated enemy and even dabbled in paedophilia on the side, Muzan did not know and did not care. All that he did care about was that he was furious: superbly so. He desired retribution and it would be bloody.
Unfortunately, there was a spanner in the works of his cruel acts of vengeance.
āMuzan-sama, I get that youāre pissed but you canāt go hunting down every crazy fangirl on the internet,ā Daki had dryly remarked, the silver-haired beauty having mostly mollified her intense crush upon her Master after moving into the realm of Infinity Castle permanently, although the remnants remained within the permanent heat lingering in her cheeks. That heat, however, quickly abated when her pale eyes glanced at her phone, leaving her wincing when her Pinterest feed revealed rather suggestive art of Douma and Akaza. āOh God, why? I just saw Douma x Akaza rape fetish art. I need bleach.ā
āWait, WHAT?!ā Akaza was suitably mortified and repulsed at this disturbing phenomenon, the fiery-haired demonās skin blanching as he snatched away Daki's phone as if to verify the authenticity of the image itself. Judging from the manner in which his gilded eyes blanked over and his jaw clenched as he bared his teeth like a rabid wolf, the silver-haired womanās statement was undeniably true. He looked ready to break the device. āAre you fucking kidding me?! What kind of sicko thinks this?! Iām going to puke.ā
āBe glad. At least you havenāt witnessed art of yourself in romantic relations with your brother.ā Kokushiboās tone was flat and emotionless, his six eyes still locked in the thousand-yard-stare it had adopted from the moment morbid curiosity had gotten the better of him and he had asked Gyutaro whom he was āshippedā with. In his defence, the stoic swordsman held up rather well in the beginning, not at all reacting to the lurid pairings of him and Douma, him and Akaza etc. Hell, even the art of him and Muzan didnāt faze Kokushibo. No, it was the plethora of sensual artwork depicting Kokushibo with his brother, Yoriichi, that activated his deep-rooted PTSD and left him paralysed in place.
Gyutaro had spent the last fifteen minutes awkwardly patting his shoulder in sympathy, desperately attempting to assuage whatever traumatic wound had been afflicted on his soul.
Fuck, Master Muzan would kill him if he managed to break his strongest Kizuki.
Douma, being Douma, on the other hand, was utterly enjoying every minute of this.
āOoh, let me see!ā The platinum-haired demon crooned, plucking the phone from Akazaās numb fingers as he merrily scrolled through Pinterest without a care in the world. His opal eyes positively danced with delight as he laughed and offered running commentary on whatever he happened to see. āAkaza, you look so cute with a little collar and bell around your neck. We should get you one. Oh, hereās me and Master Muzan āooh, Master, I didnāt know you were such a dom. Hereās Akaza and that Flame Hashira āI guess nothing says āI want to fuck youā like a hole in the sternumā¦ā
āGood for you, you're more depraved than Dazai,ā Gyutaro confessed blithely, mentally apologizing to the suicidal maniac from an entirely separate fandom.
āOi, Biwa Woman. If I give you the chance, promise youāll kill me quick?ā Akaza flatly queried, his tone of utmost dire gravity when his attention focused on the sullen and detached Nakime.
"Very well." The Biwa woman never hesitated, her expression as cold as stone as she reverently stroked the strings of her instrument and took Akaza's request in stride as if he had asked about the weather rather than imminent death.
āWhen will the sun come up so I can die?ā Kokushibo asked no one in particular, his gaze still locked on the endless void of crippling pain and suffering.
āā¦Remind me precisely why I shouldnāt punish these insufferable āfangirlsā again?ā Muzan enunciated through gritted teeth, the paper-thin threads of his temper drawing tighter by the moment as he grew increasingly closer to snapping. Forget the Blue Spider Lilly, heād send his demons to devour each and every one of these abhorrent humans who dared to besmirch his name and reputation. The world would be a better place without them.
āBecause it would be impossible to track down every single fangirl behind these ships and even if you did, it wouldnāt stop any of it,ā Gyutaro enlightened him justly, the acid-green-haired pausing in his half-assed means of reassuring Kokushibo to arch a critical brow at Muzan. He could practically taste the sardonic venom oozing off of his unseemly form as Gyutaro scowled darkly and grimaced. āBesides, everyone in Demonslayer has to deal with these crazy ships. I get shipped with my own sister.ā
āHold your tongue,ā Muzan growled menacingly, his tone low and dangerous, his tolerance and patience for this ridiculous situation depleting at astronomical rates.
āSpeaking of tongue, Akaza, you sure do like sticking yours out a lot, donāt you?ā Douma drawled smugly, his expression utterly devious as he showed Akaza the particular art he was viewing. It featured a rather lewd sketch of Akazaās face covered inā
āI SWEAR TO MUZAN, I WILL END YOU DOUMA!ā
āLook, if you really want to get revenge, why not try writing some fanfiction of your own, Master?ā Daki suggested caustically, watching on indifferently as Akaza proceeded to lunge at a gleefully laughing Douma, earnestly attempting to kick the latter's head off. Having successfully regained her phone in the process, her glass-green gaze refocused on the screen and narrowed at whatever inappropriate artwork Douma had been scrutinizing. āJeez, Iām going to have to scrub my eyeballs to get rid of that image. Anyway, like I was saying, if fans want to make you the pimp daddy of Infinity Castleāā
āI never want to hear those words out of your mouth again.ā Muzan didnāt miss a beat.
Daki continued without hesitation, āāthen why not make revenge fanfiction? If you want to make Kagaya Ubuyashiki the sultan of his own harem.ā
āOr make Yoriichi an immortal sex addict with a brother fetish,ā Gyutaro suggested darkly, his expression not at all a jest as he was obviously still repulsed by the implied incest between him and his sister and seeking an outlet for his frustration. When Kokushibo shivered violently at the mention of his brother's name, Gyutaro huffed and proceeded absently increase the volume his shoulder pats, his tone as dry as sawdust. āItās okay. Your brother is dead and he died in the funniest way possible. You'll be fine.ā
āItās all entirely up to you,ā Daki finished with a half-smile, completely ignoring the fact that her brother just chalked the number One Upper Moonās trauma up to funny karma. Instead, she logged onto some fantasy game she enjoyed playing. Her face lit up immediately. āHey, I got a summoning ticket! Letās try a yolo roll.ā
āPray to Muzan that you don't fucking get a CE," Gyutaro muttered bitterly, his rugged features pinched with inexpressible chagrin as he gave up on consoling Upper Moon One entirely. At this point, Kokushiboās head was flat on the table as he grumbled indistinguishably to himself.
Now, Muzan was no fool. He was well aware that this entire concept was expressed as a means of a joke, so to speak. It was entirely facetious simply because the very concept of a Demon King lowering himself to write petty fanfiction as vengeance was improbable. Neverthelessā¦
āFanfiction, hmm?ā Muzan mused to himself, not at all paying heed to the fact that Akaza was presently attempting to murder Douma in the background (āTake that, you bastard!ā āOoh, hit me baby one more time!ā āSTOP ENJOYING THIS ALREADY!ā) and Kokushibo was in the midst of an existential crisis. This was how the first seeds of discord were sown into Muzan Kibutsujiās mind, unravelling into sinister plot of vengeance.
This marked the beginning of the popular fanfiction phenomena that was: Fifty Shades of the Demonslayer Corpsā¦
In the Demonslayer Corps, there were many obstacles you had to face and overcome. It was part and parcel of what shaped each one of them into the fierce fighters they were, hardening and strengthening their bonds and souls like the folded steel of a katana.
When they trained: they trained themselves to death. Therefore, after dealing with Rengoku-san putting him through āwarm-upā endurance exercises from Hell for the past two hours, needless to say, Tanjiro was not in the best of moods.
Then Zenitsu had to make it worst.
āTanjiro! It got updated again! I wonder what this chapter is about.ā Zenitsu was all but bubbling with excitement, the blonde boy practically frying Tanjiroās braincells with the sheer number of sparkles he exuded as he waited for the chapter to load on his laptop. Tanjiro understood that some people enjoyed reading fanfiction and he had to admit that there were some works that were really intriguing and well written. He found the fiction describing his and Nezukoās role reversal being particularly moving.
However, the good always comes with the bad and when it came to the specific fiction Zenitsu was hooked on, it fell straight into the latter.
Sighing aloud, the russet-haired rookie demonslayer winced as he approached Zenitsu, absently massaging the back of his neck as he grimaced at his friend. āHonestly, Zenitsu, I donāt understand how you read this stuff.ā
āWell, excuse you. Fifty Shades of Demonslayer Corps is a work of art meant for mature audiencesā¦ Besides, I love how Dark Lord made Uzui gay for Rengoku-san. Itās hilarious,ā Zenitsu snickered beneath his breath, reaping far too much enjoyment from the suffering of his fellow corps members. Then again, Zenitsu did laugh so hard that he fell off his chair when Dark Lord (the author of the aforementioned popular fanfiction) posted a chapter featuring an Inosuke, Sanemi and Tomioka threesome. Tanjiro had to prevent Shinezagawa and Inosuke from smashing the laptop and poor Tomioka-san was depressed for an entire week.
After several similar incidents ānamely, the crossdressing Master, Shinobu the naughty nurse and Mitsuri the dominatrix āthat resulted in many near-death experiences, Tanjiro had taken a decided stance against this fanfiction. However, didnāt deter Zenitsu from reading it.
āLook, I get that you find this funny. But stories like these can be very insensitive to the people theyāre written about,ā Tanjiro explained as he began reading over his exuberant companionās shoulder. āItās completely twisted and makes everyone in the Demonslayer Corps out to be sadistic deviants whoā Wait, is that smut of Nezuko and I?! DID THEY MAKE ME OUT TO HAVE A SISTER FETISH?!ā
He was appalled. No, he was sickened to the very fibre of his being. How could anyone think of something so, so demented?! Nezuko was his sister. She was practically a child and people actually liked thisā¦ Oh God, no, he was going to be sick.
āEHHHH?! THIS CANāT BE HAPPENING. HOW DO I REPORT THIS?!ā
Tanjiro desperately began scrolling through to find the report tab, determined to make this author pay somehow. Unfortunately, in his rush to seek retribution, he didnāt notice the way Zenitsu had fallen deadly quiet. At least, not until the air began to pulse and crackle with electricity.
Uh oh.
āUhh, Zenitsu?ā Tanjiro began.
āTanjiroā¦have you been doing these things to my precious Nezuko?ā Zenitsuās voice was deadly calm, the deadly calm before the most vicious of storms.
āW-what?! Zenitsu, of course not! Nezuko is my sister! I would never āā
āThunder Breathing: First Form.ā
āZENITSU, WAIT!ā
āMuzan-sama, donāt you think this has gone far enough?ā Kokushibo asked, half-exasperated, half-resigned to his words not being heeded as he observed his Master post the latest chapter of his popular fanfiction. If anything, he had to admit that he was impressed that Muzan managed to create such a wildly successful story as revenge for the traumatic fiction they had encountered previously. However, the Kamado sibling incest hit a bit too close to home for him (after his own traumatic experience with sibling incest fanfiction).
Muzan sipped his tea with an expression of utter satisfaction. He could cause chaos for the Demonslayers without even stepping a foot out of his office. It was a win-win for him.
Sanemi: No, I love my grudges. I tend to keep them as little pets.
Sanemi: *points at two twin crows* You see those? Iāve named them respectively āHatred for Demonsā and āHatred for that ungrateful, treacherous little shit who is talking to me right nowā.
Sanemi: Can we do anything without it all descending to chaos?
Tengen *heavily burned and half-naked*: I donāt know, I think this Game Night was more chill than the last.
Kyojuro *taped upside down to a tree*: Me too!
Obunai: Has anyone seen Kaburamaru?
Giyu *wearing clown makeup*: Guys, I think Himejima needs to go to the Butterfly Mansion. Heās complaining about āinternal bleedingā or something.
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