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130bladeworks2015-04-29 02:09 pm
kbcctv) wrote in 130bladeworks2015-04-29 02:09 pm
corruption au meme
 The Sword Army pursues the Retrograding Army through history, encountering familiar settings and reliving old memories. Though strong, with every change in time and setting, the swords dread the old memories. As they fight to preserve history as it is meant to be, the Sword Army must steel their hearts and resist temptation lest they come to fight themselves…  |
| A popular fan theory is that the enemy swords you fight are actually your swords from an alternate universe who wished to change history. For this meme, feel free to make up your own starters or use one of the prompts below. Remember to state if your character is corrupted, not, or if you have no preference. |
PROMPT IDEAS 1. How could you let this happen? They wanted to be left alone, their mood was poor, and maybe you should have noticed the signs but now that you have, it’s too late. They can’t stop these thoughts in their head and something in their soul has turned dark and ugly. Is it too late? Maybe you can get through to them… if not, are you ready to draw your sword? 2. Possession. Even the smallest trace of doubt can attract them— evil spirits. Once the dark spirit has latched on to your soul, it takes over and consumes you. Maybe the possession is gradual or maybe it happens suddenly. All you know is that everyone has regrets and anyone can doubt… this could happen to anyone. 3. Cry Wolf. We fought the same battles and shared the same meals together so it was only natural that we would be considered allies and friends. The fateful moment approaches and suddenly it is revealed: One of you is not a true friend. There is a traitor among you. 4. Becoming your own enemy. Your mission is to go back in time and let things happen as they were meant to be but their fall into despair was never supposed to happen, right? And so you went back in time to prevent their misfortunes but you keep failing again and again until, this time, you think you’ve got it. This time, you’ll be able to save your friend - but will you be able to save yourself too? 5. Reborn again. When destroyed in battle, the sword disappears only to return again anew. You can’t choose the fate you’re born with though and this time, someone has returned… from the wrong side. |
INSPIRATIONS There are some corruption fanart floating around Pixiv, as well as a FST made by Aki ( fletrir). Other canons with similar themes to this meme are first and foremost Puella Magi Madoka Magica, as well as Shin Megami Tensei and other demonic-theme heavy series. |
Original premise and coding was done by
eskimo, image taken from here.
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The glimmer of the moon in Mikazuki's eyes had given Kogitsunemaru the tiniest seeds of hopes, dropping in tear shapes from his eyes but the ground they had landed on is barren and cold. There is no cultivating these fragile feelings, no matter how beautiful they are. And there is nothing ugly about Mikazuki, he is as clean and gorgeous as always and a shuddering breath leaves Kogitsunemaru-
That single breath-
And Kogitsunemaru reaches up to lick the blood off his hand. His red eyes are fixed on Mikazuki, the disgustingly brittle strong sword, tracing his movements with mad glee. Kogitsunemaru smirks, revealing a row of red, sharp, pointed teeth. There is not a single thing about them anymore which might resemble something human. With a leisure gesture, the bloodied hand goes up into Kogitsunemaru's hair, leaving more red stains on unmarred, pure white.
The relaxed gesture is betrayed by Kogitsunemaru's tense muscles and his watchful eyes. There is a coil in his chest just waiting to spring free, a predator through and through. He bends low, picking up his sword in one smooth motion and bringing it up into a fighting stance before he circles Mikazuki.
Waiting for the smallest mistake. Waiting for a misstep.
The gateway is closed. The door has closed in Kogitsunemaru's face and his eyes crinkle as the wide, wide grin splits his face.
He can't wait to see Mikazuki bleed out. Can't wait to see the strong, powerful blade bend and creak and shrivel up like a moonflower exposed to sunlight. Can't wait to see the life drain out of him because that means he's free, so free.
The wood beneath Kogitsunemaru squeaks in protest as he launched his body into the offense. It's all or nothing.
Mikazuki isn't alone.]
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Please kill me.
H e lp me-
Both of these sentences tinker inside of Mikazuki. He's haunted by both, using what was left of his sanity to try and form the words corrently into coherence. But he knows this is not enough, he knows that willpower alone cannot save the two of them. Yet these two sentences, the ones that keep his feet planted on the floor, were even conflicting themselves. What would he give for this to all be over, to return to the way things were and know that Kogitsunemaru would still be smiling at him at the end of this?
No... he knew what he had to do. For himself, for the person he loved the most in this entire world-
-his body launched forward, blade angling easily in his hand and it drifts across Kogitsunemaru's own sword, leaving a trail of sparks in its wake. Mikazuki had studied the fox's sword style; it was upfront, brute, and easily maneuverable. Though forceful, Mikazuki had speed and agility on his side to sweep past his offensive movements. And while both were matched in their sword strength, the latter would depend on who could strike who first.
This was no longer a simple spar... this was a duel to the death.
The tears that had pinched across his face had all but dried up, leaving a noticeable stream still attempting to hold on. Yet the look on his face differed greatly from the regretful frown which had only been there moments before. It was far more sinister now, with all the remorse and sadness that had consumed his being rushing out of his with every sword swipe.
This was for the best, no? For the others... for their Master-
The angle of his sword movements shifts now, one hand gripping the hilt at its very tip before swinging it in a complete circle. Allowing a large enough space between him and his opponent to leave a rather large gap should Kogitsunemaru not move fast enough. ]
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He takes a step back to find his balance again and it takes all he has to retain anything close to rational thought. His emotions, kept in a shapeless bucket somewhere in his mind, are beginning to overflow. Mikazuki's cheeks still bear the marks of his sorrow openly, evidence for everyone to find and see. Kogitsunemaru's anguish can no longer escape and the part of him which still cares, which is struggling and fighting for something fruitless is in hysterics-
If he can just be a little stronger
If he could break through (the middle, one clean cut), Mikazuki could have a c h a n c e
Kogitsunemaru exhales quietly, red eyes filled with contempt at... What exactly? What Mikazuki has become? At his own weakness? At them both? No. At Mikazuki's feeble attempts of resistance.
But isn't that was he was craving all along? A battle like this. And Mikazuki is no weakling.
Sweet little tantous, sitting in a row. One follows the fox and is crushed with one blow
Mikazuki is a challenge. The lantern light makes him look to pretty, so ruthless and helpless and powerful. A sword befitting of the title of one of Japan's finest, most precious. His eyes used to be so clear, so alight with contentment and a certain mischief. His hands so gentle but firm and strong, lips forming a guileless smile as he looks up at -
Kogitsunemaru has gladly followed him into battle before but now. But now. Now all he wants is to devour and shatter and sully.
Something trickles down Kogitsunemaru's cheek. It smells sharp and tangy and it's iron, isn't it? His right eye is already done for, it feels swollen, like a fruit ready to burst. He's going to have to end this soon, doesn't he?
A pity. Toying with prey is the most enjoyable thing.
Kogitsunemaru inhales as he takes a sharp step forward, looking like he's ready to bring the blade down on Mikazuki's head.
Cloth rustles when Kogitsunemaru bends instead, attempting to pierce Mikazuki's side with the sharp, dark edge of his sword.
It feels better like this. Closer to the floor, shoulders hunched. More like the small fox he carries in his name but he can't protect Mikazuki like this the fox has no place here]
Care to dance, Mika-zuki-san?