#cursed!au

[ponury-grajek]

Dio: The night is still young, step brother~

Jojo: Dio, please, I beg you

[lunarxylem]

“Tell them the truth…?”

“Tell them the truth so they may watch the stars through tears?”

“Instead of following the one cold star that is their destiny…?”

“No, Dark Cacao Chocolate Cookie.”

“Let them think…You Never Loved Them.”

[cloudvelundr]

this is rough but considering it was mostly done last January posting it at all is a victory :p I originally planned it as one of two panels but uhhh.. it’s been a year and a half so methinks not.

[blossom-hwa]

lina lina lina what about "Dream of Me When You're Awake" :)

casey I love this title so much you don’t even know, thank you for giving me the opportunity to explore one of the worlds I'm currently building

(the ao3 story that inspired this au had leedo as the main character so he’s who I used here? idk he fits. here goes my first ever oneus fic ig)

title: dream of me when you’re awake

pairing: kim geonhak (oneus) x reader

wc: 582

genre: fluff, angst, cursed!au (same universe as moonlight haven)

triggers: none

in a world where the cursed live ostracized, you and geonhak find solace in each other. 

they say that the cursed are cursed for a reason, that they brought their curses on theirselves either by virtue of their current existence or something, perhaps, in a past life. geonhak calls bullshit to that - he doesn’t know why or how or what happened that one day, when he closed his eyes, he simply couldn’t sleep. one day stretched into two, then three, then four. 

on day five, his mother found the mark on back of his neck when cutting his hair. two hours later (and haircut unfinished), he was on the streets. 

he hasn’t slept since.

to have no sympathy, geonhak thinks, is the worst curse of them all. perhaps those afflicted do not bear the burn mark on their skin, but they bear a stain on the heart, a stain of willful ignorance and judgment. he’s lucky, one of the few blessed (ironic when he’s also cursed) to work for someone empathetic to the plight of those under the same dark clouds as he, but others can’t claim to have the same good fortune. 

enter you, originally an artist with laughing eyes and deft hands that could capture even the slightest nuances of color. a curse ripped the color from your vision, turned your eyesight inky black, and suddenly you were shunned from the art world, canvases thrown away and burned, brushes and paints turning dusty from disuse. 

yet you count yourself lucky anyway, lucky to have found a new calling, lucky to have found a second dream. geonhak marvels as your fingers dance across piano keys and violin strings, creating art simply in another form. he admires your determination, your tenacity, your quiet willfulness to prove the entire world wrong that the cursed aren’t useless, aren’t stupid, aren’t unable to contribute to society in ways that aren’t menial. 

“I don’t need eyes to see,” you’d reminded geonhak the day you revealed how deeply you felt for him. “I don’t need eyes to see the goodness of your heart.”

geonhak can’t sleep, hasn’t been able to for years. though his eyelids droop and purple circles have grown so heavy under his eyes they’re almost black, blissful unconsciousness never sweeps over him even in the darkest hours of night. but watching your fingers spin and twirl on keys of black and white, watching them pull gracefully against metal strings, he feels the essence of a dream sweep over his body, raising a smile on his tired lips and filling his heart with a love that surpasses the exhaustion in his limbs, makes him turn you around when the piece is over and wrap you in a warm, warm hug. 

one night, you lie in bed together, moonlight passing lightly through the small window. stroking your hair in the tiny bed, geonhak smiles at your face, illuminated by the pale moon and stars. “dream of me,” he whispers as your eyes flutter shut. 

“and you, of me,” you murmur, curling closer into his arms. 

geonhak’s curse might have torn sleep away, might have made his limbs heavy and eyes tired to the point that some days, he can barely move. but he can dream, still dream, when you play your music, when he hears your laugh, when your unseeing gaze tries to fix on his and he leans down instead to kiss your soft, soft lips. 

“I will,” he replies, closing his eyes. “I will.”

even awake, he’ll never stop dreaming of you and your smile.

[secondhandscholar]

Okay, I’m on board with the ‘Luz Gets Cursed’ hypothesis

Mostly because it would be really cool. But the cursed!au drawings and prose mostly depict her as a smaller version of Eda in her owl form. What if the curse turned Eda into an owl not because that’s what the curse does but because of some association of Eda or the Clawthorne family with owls?

What if Luz were to become a cat demon instead of and owl demon?

Though there really isn’t much to support this idea. The only things are that she has that cat hoodie that she always wears when she’s not in her school uniform and a brief dialogue exchange in the Conformatorium in Episode 1:

Fanfic Prisoner: “Hey Cat Lady, how’d you get out of your cell?”

Luz: “Oh, no no no. I’m not a cat or a criminal.”

King: “Not yet you’re not.”

Not much to go on except that it would bookend the season by having that line in Episode 1 and after fighting the emperor and getting cursed she would end the season being both a cat and a criminal.

[bellfort3]

Cursed

/rp

I think I'm not going to continue the storyline for now. I think I might work on the world or how the curse works

That sounds like a plan!! World building is always super fun to do!

[this-side-of-paradisee]

GAAA, I MEANT HAVE THIS ON HALLWEEN NIGHT ;;;; Oh well here it is now~! Happy LATE Halloween every on ;;;w;;  Also that Hiro’s Cursed from i did ah will back

[enchantedpencilcomics]

Sophie: Do you think I could fit fifteen marshmallows in my mouth at once?

Winn: You're a hazard to society.

Winn: ...And a coward. Do twenty.