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For once in my life i do not, in fact, know how to make them kiss

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Happy wip Wednesday Thursday featuring yet another new au

So um. I wasn't going to do anything for sports au summer. And then i got mildly bored and decided to go back to my roots.

Anyways. Ultimate frisbee au anyone?

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No wip Wednesday because i got roped into minecraft roleplay with my friends and its been the only thing i can think about all week

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HOLY COW!!!

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Throws bricks at you but like the soft squishy foam kind

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we (@rocafe and i) are back on our duty of Putting The Guys in Situations

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Oops forgot wip Wednesday. Ive been working on more sporadic scene plotting instead of actually writing (itll all pay off trust. Cafe and i spent several hours yapping about characters today) so have a lil jimmy from the notes app and a section of the doodle sheet i made back when the au was first conceptualized.

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The unthinkable happened right when i was going to join in wip Wednesday unprompted @twodiamondhoes tagged me in it

I was going to do something a little more recent but the day snuck up on me so have a really old snippet from a fic i may or may not finish that i wrote in a haze of finals stress while listening to “Sleeping in the Kitchen” by Madilyn Mei on loop

Jimmy Solidarity my beloved

Its a little out of my usual style because music possesses me in a way thats a little concerning sometimes but i had fun with it!

Tagging @gladumfdoodles who i know always has a snippet locked and loaded, @raffi-cat who should share their writing more in my humble opinion, @sincerely-nines because my favorite moot you should write fanfic… if you want…

and my friend ani whose tumblr @ is not working rn so im just going to send this to them but they should share their writing on tumblr!!! Its so fun!!

(No pressure to anyone, tis supposed to be for fun :D)

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They're so silly!!

I need a name for this i cant keep calling it "the royalty au"

Maybe something to do with flowers idk

Anyways im sure tango is fine and definitely doesnt have a tragic backstory or anything

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AAAAAAHJSKAHJADSH OH MY GOSH NINES

the colors?? The outfits?? Tango's armor?? Theyre so amazing in your style i love them so much

Also you're so right about hsau... they really should hang out sometime...

Hi hi nines i know ive put it on hiatus but i would literally ascend if you drew candlelight ranchers plsplspls they mean the world to me

i took some creative liberties hehehe i expect a FIVE PAGE DOCUMENT ABOUT CANDLELIGHT RANCHERS NOW!!! haha jk jk

dude i LOVEEE candlelight tango he and hsau tango should hangout! you should draw candlelight tango more no scratch that you should draw them both more

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Fear

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Shimp

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Fanart for @aris-has-a-paracosm 's fic Finality's Fault, which i have become OBSESSED with the past couple days

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Reblog if you’re OK with people sending you asks about your OCs, ‘sonas or even about yourself

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Hellooooooo 71 for the spotify wrapped asks? :3

so this one got very out of hand very quickly

number 71 is cotard's solution by will wood!

this song feels like an identity crisis sort of song, which then in turn reminded me of this little au that i've had brewing for a while <3

to the anon who submitted an ask like two or three months ago about grian and scar being both heroes and villains, i love you and this has been infesting my mind for a long time

anyway, because this turned into a full oneshot, i'll post a snippet of it here and then redirect you all to ao3, where i've already posted it! please go check it out, i spent way too much time on it considering how many asks are in my inbox aoifnewoianfwo

word count (of snippet): 1507

Slam!

Grian bit back a cry of pain as he was thrown into one of the metal boxes on the roof, the sharp vents cutting into his skin. He scrambled to his feet just in time to avoid a crushing sweep of King's axe, ducking beneath it and rolling to the side. He only had a second to react before Spark was charging him, his speed too much for Grian to counter. He barely managed to beat his wings hard enough to skip over him, watching as he skidded to a halt and turned to face him again.

Grian flinched as he landed hard on his feet, lacking any sort of power to lighten the blow. He was so stupid, why couldn't he have stolen a useful power like teleportation? Instead he was stuck with shapeshifting, which would normally be very handy but provided him no help when he was already engaged in combat.

"Mimic, stand down." Spark said calmly, but Grian could see his hand tightening on the scythe in his hand.

"You're going to kill me." He replied, voice shifted away from its normal tone. He couldn't let them hear what his voice normally sounded like. Not if he wanted to keep his day job.

"Not if you stand down." King said from behind him and he cursed. He was blocked in now. Blocked in and injured.

Grian let out a bark of laughter. "Right. Because you're going to be so kind to me when you arrest me."

He heard a whoosh from behind him, barely giving him enough time to drop to the ground as King's axe passed over his head. Spark darted forward, and for a moment Grian thought that was it. But he wasn't about to go down that easily. He hurled himself to the side again, Spark's scythe grazing his shins, and then immediately crashed into a third hero that he hadn't seen. They must have only just arrived.

It was Chromia, Grian recognized him as he jumped away, nimbly skipping across the ground. Of course it was Chromia. The heroes either wanted him dead or incapacitated, Chromia had the potions to do it. He didn't have time to dwell on that though as King barreled into him, knocking him to the ground. He failed to hold back the pained oof that left him as the wind was knocked out of him, and as King pinned him to the ground, he struggled to regain his breath, sucking in shallow inhales.

"Good job." Chromia hummed, crouching down next to them. "I told you surrounding them would work."

"Yeah, yeah, you were right." King drawled. "Come on, give them the potion so we can drag them to the Tower."

Grian increased in his struggling, desperately trying to work his way out of King's grasp. He couldn't go back to the Tower, he couldn't, he wouldn't let them take him back. He hissed as the slices in his back twisted with his thrashing, then yelped as King laid a flat hand on his spine, pressing him down.

"Are they hurt?" Spark asked as Grian felt a hand grab for his chin. He snapped his teeth at it and it only just managed to pull back in time to avoid his abnormally sharp canines.

"Probably, they took a good few hits back there." King answered.

A hand forced Grian's head up by his hair, tangling in the locks that he had purposefully made dark instead of his normal shade. Something pressed to his lips, something cool and smooth, and Grian immediately clamped his mouth as tightly shut as he could.

"Bottom's up." Chromia instructed, and a hand pinched his nose shut, keeping him from breathing. Grian quickly forced a pair of gills to form on his neck, silently praising his stolen shapeshifting ability now. Quickly, he composed an escape plan in the few extra seconds he had as the gills did their best to breathe even though they weren't underwater. Then he opened his mouth and let the potion slide down his throat.

"There we go." Chromia released his nose and the bottle was removed from his lips. He had only taken in a sip, but already he could feel a weight settling over his mind, slowing his thoughts and movements. Nausea curled in his stomach and he shivered as chills ran up and down his spine. He didn't have much time to act.

"Hard part's over now." Spark declared, and Grian stumbled as he was hauled to his feet. The world felt like it was spinning around him, making him far dizzier than he should be. "Now we just need to get them back to the Tower."

"Just to be safe, we should slap a suppressor on them. It'll also keep them from changing their face on us." King suggested. A moment later, something clamped around his wrist and Grian took a shaking breath as he felt his power drain from him. But what it also did was lessen the effect of the potion for a brief few seconds.

He snapped his wings open, knocking the heroes off of him, then ran blindly to the edge of the building. By the time Spark reacted, he had already flung himself off of the roof. Spark managed to grab his ankle, holding him fixed in one place for only a moment before Grian managed to break free and rocket off into the sky. He was only in the air for a few seconds before the haze settled back over his mind, but it was long enough for him to slip into the density of the city, sliding through the alleyways and narrow streets and descending deeper and deeper through the layers stacked atop each other.

As he stumbled along the ground deep within the city, he could feel the shapeshifting melting out of his hair and wings and face, and he was so grateful that he had thought of the mask concealing his eyes and nose. He would need to invest in something covering his mouth so that he wouldn't drink any more of Chromia's disgusting potions. Pain radiated through him as the potion targeted his wounds, shutting down his functions more and more as he tried to keep moving.

He didn't know where to go. His apartment was too far away, he would never make it. He didn't have any friends who knew about his villainy, no family he could crash. He was alone.

Unless….

No. He had said no. Convex was too unstable, too much of a gamble. He couldn't risk it. Sure, they protected villains and vigilantes, and sure, they said they wouldn't charge them or expect anything from them in return, but he couldn't trust them. Evoker was a threat, Warden was a threat, and their little organization was definitely a threat.

Although, that was mostly the hero side of his brain talking, still in high alert from the last time he had taken on Evoker while wearing the title Cuteguy. Evoker had always been friendly to him when he was Mimic. Maybe he would be fine?

He didn't really have a choice in this anymore. He could feel Chromia's potion beginning to overpower him. He probably only had about five minutes left of consciousness, which would probably be enough to get him to one of Convex's many outposts. It would be better than passing out in one of the alleyways for anyone to find him.

He let out a low groan, then limped forward in the direction of one of the outposts he had seen when patrolling as Mimic earlier in the day. It didn't take him long to reach it, the faint blue symbol painted lightly on the side of the door of a small, rundown looking home. He shoved the door open, stumbling inside, then closed the door behind him. Once he was inside, he staggered to the living room, where a small, ancient looking TV sat on the floor with a cracked screen. He knelt in front of it, switching it on with a shaking finger, and after second, a quiet voice recording emerged from the speakers.

"Your distress signal has been received. Someone will be there shortly to assist you."

Grian let out a sigh of relief, then collapsed fully onto the floor. He didn't have the strength to keep himself up anymore. He hoped whoever came for him didn't unmask him. Evoker had sworn up and down that privacy was of the upmost importance to Convex and that if he ever needed them, his identity would remain secure, but Evoker was also a villain, and while villains tended to have a little bit more morality than even the heroes, Grian still couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Oh well. It was too late now. He was out of time. Chromia's potion had taken its full toll on him, and he couldn't stay awake any longer. He passed out on the floor in front of the TV, praying to the void that he wasn't making a huge mistake.

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pearl from starhopper au by @strangler-fish picking flowers as requested by @ashokad2

i intended for this to be a lot simpler than it turned out but it ended up being really relaxing to work on

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