#alt AU story

[capsensislagamoprh]

Time worked differently in the material world than it did in the dreaming. If you were fey, you knew that. If you were not, you'd wind up spending three minutes arguing the prolific under management of sock distribution, storm out in a huff, only to find yourself in a whole new decade. That's not what happened to the Hero. He found himself standing in the middle of a battle field of steal and glass, great beasts screaming in rage as they tried to take off from a river of congealed earth. And it was raining. Turning to his void black steed, the man considered stabling it somewhere dry, with no idea where such a place would be. He listened. His brain exploded with sound. The city, for it was so called, was full of things that cried in different ways. Lovers sighs, hated rivals, disappointed mewls, angry shrieks. Focus, he told himself. Power thrugh. Bit by bit the sounds of the city pealed away, leaving a cool, crisp level of static. Turning to his steed, he considered the metal monsters that slid past, red eyes glaring in there wake.

His steed was powerful, fast and sleek. It seemed untroubled by the world of solid things. Mounting up, the Hero donned his helm of glimmering midnight, calling forth the fullness of its glamor. All of his armor reacted, flickering into sleek lines and shadows. Nudging his steed, it slipped into the flow of traffic as if it was always there, commanding the very essence of Rhodes.

He did not know how long he rode, his steed seeming to understand the laws of travel in this unchanging land on instinct. There were to many stops and starts, to many sudden crowded lanes, and far, far to many cries for help.

Then, amidst the rumbling plaintiff sounds came a hard, sharp cry. He turned towards it, steed picking up speed. There was violence. There was innocence. There was a fierce dream, a frantic prayer to be saved. It was fuel for his very soul. He could feel the gossamer thread of another legend forming, waiting for the supplicant to touch it, make it real.

All lands had their violence. It was a part of survival. All lands had rules, ever changing with their needs. This land seemed to merge them all into a cacophony of pick and choose. You could, if you didn't get caught. You couldn't if you thought about it to hard. It seeped into his skin, the rules. The ignobility of the way things worked only mattered if you were outside the place they applied. The brightly lit hut where people parked there coaches - he knew them now as such - was a market place where limited things could be bought. The tower of glass was a place of petty intrigue. There you could use the courtly laws to great advantage, but not the sword. And this cold, ruined place? Here survival was more than word or deed. It was in every breath. Buildings were destroyed, spirits gutted from hearth and home. This place had known battle on levels most places could not fathom. It would not recover. It would need to be reclaimed, fed to ground, then allowed to grow again. The cry came again, harsher, more urgent. There was pain in it. The Hero felt something tug at that gossamer string. It wove it into being. It paid for it in blood. He saw it then, the purest sacrifice. A father tried to protect his wife, his children. They were hunted by gangs and sell-swords. They were wanted for being 'different'. They were being driven out of there space by violence not necessary. This sort of thing was fading, becoming less common. And there it was, waiting, trying to reignite the abhorred smoke of hate. He shadowed the mercenaries, tainted souls who long forgot honor, replacing it with corporeal things. They had driven blades into the man, his life spreading across the thirsty ground. They aimed strange wands at the woman, greedy hands grasping young ones, tearing them away. The woman cried, screaming her outrage as she tried to shield them with her own life. They were scared, these children. So scared they forgot to dream. As the woman was forced from her youngest child, a wand to the back of her head, the small face of innocence looked at him, saw him. Its hand reached. It touched the string.

Her dreams were simple. She wanted to dance. She wanted to sing. She wanted to be something her parents could be proud of. She wanted a kitten. She wanted a puppy. Any pet would do, really. She wanted a friend, but only had siblings who had no time for silly things.

Her dream was simple. She wanted to live by her own rules. She was tired of living bound by the laws of survival. She wanted to dream. And to do that, she needed to be saved. Her father paid in blood. Her mother payed in agony. The children were stoic, waiting for the inevitable. She wanted to be someone her parents could be proud of. She would give anything. The dreaming accepted. The Hero took form. His steed was black, it's lines sleek. His armor the finest leather. He was handsome, yes, but that was always what children dreamed. The weapons he used were vorpal, kindly ending with out letting the wounded party know they were cut. They simply fell, shut off from access to mortality, caught in-between awake and dreams. The children stared. The woman shook, sobs seized by disbelief. She scrambled, racing to the side of the man who was fading, his soft words clinging to the tip of her ear as his life debt paid the earth itself for a moment of hope. His family would be safe. The child looked at the Hero, her hand still holding the string. She'd do anything. But the Hero did not make innocence pay. He made the sacrifice. That was part of his being. So he paid. And the dream accepted. His world faded, his form began to vibrate, locked into place. It shattered. It seethed. A thousand dark things broke into a fall breeze. The father stabilized, and of the Hero, a steed remained.

part 1, part 2

[sualne]

i imagine Mihawk doesn't know how to act around children.

(timeline)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[thinkingabout-girls]

this concept has definitely been done before but consider gravity falls pokemon au

[g1ngerbeer]

he glows like a glowstick btw

[gio-scrabbles]

“Shadow the Hedgehog vs the World” Poster Redux

Here is the final render of the poster that started it all over a year ago! This is for an AU I am still working on. I have a summary of the story and the original rough draft of the poster down below ⬇️

The story centers around Shadow the Hedgehog transporting himself to a new yet hostile world,

a world where GUN becomes corrupt,

a world where Black Arm/organic hybrids cause chaos within the umbra of society,

a world where Shadow died,

after Sonic is accidentally taken through a portal. Specifically in a Westopolis that will soon face the Promised Day.

Within the city, he is faced against a disgraced scientist as well as Sonic’s kidnapper named Dr. Kreo along with their hybrid experiments and their acquaintance, Doom’s Eye. In order to return him and Sonic to their own world, he must either follow every whim of the Doctor within the underground of Westopolis, or trek into the world to find the chaos emeralds. It won’t be easy to achieve the latter, however, as he is now a wanted suspect by gun due to stealing something, or rather someone, valuable to them as well as being a Black Arms hybrid, an ultimate lifeform, out in the open.

Will Shadow let humanity defy his destiny once again to save those he value, or will he face against the world to risk his powers and potentially his life in order to keep his newfound identity intact while protecting those in his own way?

Here is the original poster for reference:

[couch-house]

really enjoying reading @son1c's snowpoint story :) heres a little fanart for it incl what sonic's treehouse looks like in my mind and hypnotized vs genuine feelings. (ft @autisticsonic's take on sonic's boots)

[silvers-starrway]

Heyyyyy whats uppppp the brain worms have hit once again for a different au. Shadow retires and starts running a cat cafe, that's it that's the au. More info under the cut if you'd like to read about it hehe.

After some event Shadow gets to retire but now that he has all this free time as he is essentially barred from joining any further missions he's been incredibly bored. So what is a guy to do other than open up a little cat rescue and well, one thing leads to another and now it's a full blown cafe with a few permanent residents.

The cafe is called Midnight Hour since it tends to be one of the few places still open past midnight. The cat portion closes earlier than the cafe but Shadow doesn't mind running the place into the wee hours of the night. It's been calming form him after all. He's managed to get something sorted out with Vanilla and Cream as well where he can sell their pastries and any profits go towards taking care of the cats.

The gang are all regulars and most of them have adopted a cat from the cafe though for anyone who can't bring a cat home Shadow decides that they can become a permanent resident of the cafe. His own cat, Mari, is very feisty. She does NOT like any other mobian or human besides Shadow and is constantly following him around and getting underfoot. Sunny is a very chill cat, he lose to sunbathe and play and is generally a calming presence for the other cats in the cafe. Sonic took a liking to him almost immediately and so he was the second cat to call the cafe a home. Tiramisu followed suit as Silver visited one time when he could. The two bonded pretty quickly as Tiramisu almost perfectly matches Silver's energy and love of exploring. The three cats get along great even if they are prone to causing Shadow some kind of headache every now and then.

Knuckles adopts several cats to keep him company on Angel Island. They end up befriending the chao and... well... the chaos energy there mind of mutates them a little so each have funky markings or colors but the cats seem to be happy so he just doesn't bring it up.

Amy helps run the social media page for the cafe in her free time. She ends up adopting two white cats called Strawberry and Shortcake who are a bonded pair of siblings. They live with her and are treated to a life of luxury.

I have a few plot lines I want to explore in this au such as how Shadow and Mari become friends, some of Sunny and Sonic's adventures as well as how the cats on Angel Island are doing. There isn't any ship content planned for this yet but we'll see where it goes. There are some cute moments I want to write out between Sonic and Shadow when it comes to adopting/taking care of Sunny.

If you read this far thank you!! Hope you have a good day!!

[10piecechickenmcnugget]

there was originally a second part to this but i hated it so now it’s just this

anyways. surely there’s no foreshadowing here. surely. ignore that joel and oli haven’t been officially introduced until now

you can find the rest of my horror au here here and here!

[ladylynse]

I was gifted with yet more beautiful fanart for my Huntsclan!Jake AU fic Unbound (FFN/AO3). This one represents scenes from earlier in the fic, but the parallels and the imagery that our fantastic anonymous artist captured has had me staring at this for entirely too long. Repeatedly. Please admire it with me.

(If the artist ever consents to be known, I will update this post with their information.)

More from this artist here and here

[tenfluenza]

what if the bsd characters had powers based on their other notable books?

Blue Bamboo!Dazai

Touching him makes you confess your insecurities out loud in the form of a haiku. He will make fun of you for it.

Schoolgirl!Dazai

Looking into both his eyes causes you to not notice or be noticed by others for as long as your’e looking into his eyes (ie isolating you), with the exception of Dazai himself

The Idiot!Dostoyevsky

Touching any part of him causes you to physically and mentally regress 1 month of your life. Anything originally foreign to your body will remain, though (ie braces, pacemakers, tattoos, etc). You will lose your memories of the past month.

A Gentle Spirit!Dostoyevsky

Possessing something with your name written on it allows him to possess you. Only works if you write your own name, not if someone else or himself writes it. If he kills with the ability, the corpse will be drained of all its blood no matter the killing method.

Kappa!Akutagawa

Summons whatever mythical creatures he draws, but they must be based on existing myths written before 2000 years ago. This means he can summon kappas, unicorns, dragons, etc. He would not be able to summon Frankenstein or Leviathan. He also cannot summon deities or real people like Ra, Zeus, Kannon, Jesus, etc.

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Mark and Cesar in The Thing au!

Brief descriptions below the cut:

Mark (34 years old): The mechanic at the station. He's friends with Cesar, and they have been friends since high school. Not super social with his peers, and only really talks to Cesar casually. (Though their friendship is. strained at times. they're trying to work things out though.) Doesn't trust new people easily. Mark's also estranged from his family, aside from maintaining contact with his sister and contacting her sometimes.

Cesar (35 years old): The Dog Handler at the station. Because of this, he spends a lot of time with the dogs. (definitely an animal lover.) A bit more social than Mark, but not incredibly so. He's nice, though definitely speaks his mind on things going on, and isn't afraid to be kind of rude about it if necessary.

[sualne]

luffy and his dads stretching

[mistykaru]

i got stuff from the csp asset store and i wanted to play with it so this is a mess but i did have fun and i kinda dig the vibes

[sevilai]

Playing with some designs for my AU cause I can’t sleep

Please hear me out on bobbit worm

[nutmeg-mayonnaise]

A friend of mine wanted me to draw my Ace Attorney oc from my au as sprites from the games. I picked the style of "Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney" since that game has my favorite art. I did this little by little over the course of about a month but I'm very pleased with how it came out. :) It was a fun exercise to emulate the style!