#and idk. this idea popped into my head

[bioshocked-astroghost]

Hellooooo Alien Isolation fandom, good to see all 14 of us again

Hey so I had another super fun definitely lighthearted and not sad idea about our dearly beloveds Amanda Ripley and Christopher Samuels

Consider this:

An alternate reality, where Ripley dies (before Samuels ever gets to the Apollo reformat chamber, but after Taylor is already injured and things are quickly getting further out of control), and in his concern over not hearing from Ripley for a long time, Samuels makes the decision to go look for her in the last place she told him she was in. As he searches he feels an anxiety that he’s never known before. He tells himself she’s fine, likely hiding from the Joes or the Alien itself. But then he finds her, bloodied and unresponsive in a corner and feels his entire system freeze up. He feels a strange and desperate urge to check her pulse even though he can tell from here that she’s dead. She’s dead. No, this wasn’t supposed to happen. This was supposed to be quick, in and out, just like Verlaine had said. But now, now the one time he makes a personal decision to help someone, he damns them instead. The story of a young girl, losing her mother under mysterious circumstances and searching for her for 15 years had spoken to him and for the first time in his life, he had wanted to make a difference in someone else’s. He suddenly finds himself in front of a gurney, where he’s moved Amanda’s body so she won’t be left to rot on the cold metal floor. He also finds he can’t move, eyes glued to hers, which in turn are fixed on a point no one else can ever see.

“I’m so sorry, Amanda. I only wanted to help.”

And he stays there beside her, unwilling to leave her. He knows they have no chance without her anyway. There’s nothing for him to return to. No point in returning to his post even if he could. He’s failed to recover the Nostromo’s flight recorder unit, but more importantly, far more importantly - to him anyways - he’s caused the death of the one person he had wanted to help. So he remains there, beside her, as the ship continues to disintegrate and tear itself apart around them, the screams, gunfire, explosions, and alien shrieks all slowly being drowned out by his own thoughts:

I failed her. I failed her. I failed her.

[avaritia-apotheosis]

PERSONAL ASSISTANT DANNY AU!!!

Amity Park has a lot of strange things going on, and because of that, is notoriously known for paying much attention to anything outside the city limits. So when Danny Fenton gets applies and gets accepted to be the personal assistant for the CEO of Wayne Enterprise, he doesn't think much about moving to Gotham. The pay is ridiculously good, and the benefits? Don't even get him started.

But with supervillains, vigilantes, and way too many kidnappers running amok, Danny's starting to realize why the job's hazard pay was so ridiculously high.

Meanwhile, the rogues of Gotham city are seriously wondering where Wayne managed to get such an insanely strong bodyguard.

[echoingkarma]

Just a normal Coffee Shop AU!

Reblogs are appreciated!

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"You wouldn't happen to have a 'Michael Afton' working here, darling?" the animatronic chirps from the other side of the counter. He leans forward, stooping his head to match your own height. His white eyes seem to glow.

You swallow, and a hand clutching at your trousers leads you to believe you just might know who he's talking about. Mike Schmidt hides as best he can behind the counter, shivering with a fear you've never seen the likes of before.

You've been quiet a beat too long before you open your mouth.

"No," you tell the animatronic. His smile seems to widen. "I don't know anyone by that name."

[molvrae]

What if the first time Durge met Gortash it was because he decided to go out and play bait. Cause he knew that there was a bhallist presence in the area, but hadn’t met the leader yet.

I’m just imagining Gortash, confidently standing in the middle of a dark alley, trying his best to look unsuspecting, but not quite being able to pull it off.

Gortash: Oh my, I’m all alone, at night, in a dark alleyway. I sure hope no murderers show up to try and kill me!

Durge (lurking in the shadows): Does this guy WANT to get stabbed!?

[twslug]

[greyskyflowers]

We know there's a lot of weird spots that the strawhats have traveled through and I was thinking about what things would be super creepy out on the open water.

And I thought the sea is always moving, right? There's almost always going to be the sound of waves and water, even if it's quiet. There's almost always going to be the sway that comes from being at sea, the smell of salt, the harsh line of the horizon, etc.

But what if there wasn't? What if the water goes silent and the ship goes still? What if the horizon disappears in a night that's too dark to be normal and the moon is the only light but it sits in the sky more like a gaping hole than the usual nighttime companion?

Dark

Quiet

Still

Something where Luffy and Zoro are out on the ship in the middle of the night, the moon too high and too bright but everything much darker than it should be. The water and sky around them is all a wrong sort of black.

Luffy sits ridged on the figurehead and the frown is clear from the lines of his body even though he's facing forward. Zoro standing on the deck right behind him, the muscles of his back drawn tight and he has his hands on his swords. They're both almost swallowed by the dark.

The moonlight cuts across the deck in a harsh, sterile light.

Sanji leans against the mast towards the back, the very edge of his shoes teasing the cut of the moonlight. The red glow of his cigarette lights up his face just enough to see the harsh slant of his brow and the tightness of his jaw. The smoke is white as it leaves him and then gets swallowed by the dark.

Robin off to the side, arms crossed and hip resting against the side of the deck. She looks like stone in the low light, shoulders back and a blank look on her face.

All of them hyper focused on where the horizon should be, but is instead it's just endless, wrong dark.

Everything still and silent. The water doesn't move and there's no breeze.

The world is holding it's breath.

Quiet.

The only sound is their heartbeat in their ears and shallow breathing that's almost soundless. Chopper clings tight to Nami who's pressed side to side with Usopp. Franky and Brook are both on the other side of the room, keeping watch and braving the edges of moonlight that come through the little window. They're motionless, Brook blends into the shadows and leaves only the occasional white bone for the moon to catch. Franky is especially menacing and huge in the near nonexistent light.

They don't go out, terrified of making a noise that would break whatever silence is currently blanketed over them, terrifed that they'd make Luffy and the others lose focus and take their eyes off whatever they're watching or waiting for.

They stay curled up and silent against the wall that separates them from the moon and the night. It's dark inside the cabin but it's softer than whatever is outside. It's almost comforting, like children hoping a blanket keeps away the monsters.

They stay like that all night. When the first splashes of color spill across the hoizon it seems like a blanket has been ripped off. Suddenly air comes easier into their lungs and their muscles relax enough to flex fingers that had been clenched for hours and roll shoulders that had gone tight.

Zoro is back to his normal napping spot of deck, chin already dropping down to his chest and swords laid across his lap.

Luffy is still on the figurehead but he looks like he's humming to himself and looking towards the horizon with ease.

Robin is sitting down on the stairs, tired but relaxed as she leans into the morning breeze.

Sanji is already making his way towards the kitchen with a lazy stroll, the smell of his cigarettes lingers over the ship.

They don't ask.

Chopper scampers over to Zoro and carefully nudges the swords aside enough that he can climb onto his lap. He finally relaxes as Zoro wraps an arm around him, he's in one of the safest places on the ship.

Nami lets Sanji flutter around her longer than normal, sitting beside Robin who also seems content to indulge their cook a little extra today.

Usopp tails Franky, being careful on where he looks even though he knows there's no risk of him seeing anything terrible anymore. Franky asks something and Usopp launches into a story, eyes brightening up and a smile back on his face.

Brook goes to sit near Luffy and starts to play something warm and welcoming to greet the day.

It never happens again, at least not like it had that night.

Sometimes Luffy or Zoro seem to stare off at the horizon with a sharp intensity, but it breaks quickly.

Sometimes Sanji stands on the deck and smokes until there's a pile of ash at his feet, brow furrowed as he looks out over the water until he seems to blink and break himself out of it.

Sometimes Robin sits on the deck and wears the face she make when she's working on a puzzle, going though everything she knows and trying to make everything fit together.

That endless dark and haunting moon never reappear though. The dark only brings stars and the moon glows like a warm candle.

[fisheito]

collab #2 with @xenole i was given a chibi yakumo and i.. i...... turned it into thiS

[valec275]

Headcanon I gotta write somewhere before I forget! (and I just wanna share it lol) Because of how often solving puzzles has been a part of literally saving their kingdoms and peoples’ lives, none of the chain really do puzzles casually without the aura of someone who is still on a life-or-death mission.

The first time Malon sat down to do a jigsaw puzzle with Time after MM he was staring at the pieces with such an intensity you’d think they’d personally wronged him, always careful with how he set down each piece like putting it in the wrong spot might set off a trap. Yes, Malon was worried. No, Time hadn’t realised he’d been focusing that hard.

Legend does puzzles with a (seemingly subconscious) terrifying speed and efficiency, as if he’s desperate to get it done, but ask him about it and he’ll claim he didn’t even realise how fast he was working through it.

Wind goes quiet. Like, the quietest you’ll ever hear him, except for the occasional mumblings under his breath if he’s struggling with some aspect of the puzzle. He looks older when he’s that concentrated, almost like he’s back in the Temple of the Ocean King.

Warriors doesn’t get like this as much as the others, since his adventure was a war, but strategy games have a similar effect. No one can beat him at chess. You can almost see the cogs turning at ungodly speeds in his mind. His wins are precise, quick, and would be deadly in a real life scenario. It’s always disconcerting when he offers you his hand at the end of a match and congratulates you on a good game.

I’ve got nothing for the others yet lol

[fistfuloflightning]

Everyone has two names on their skin—one is your soulmate’s, the other is your enemy’s but there is no way to differentiate the two. On his hand, hidden below Zidian, Jiang Cheng has written Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian is his brother, there’s no way they could ever be enemies. Platonic soulmates are common among relatives and Jiang Cheng doesn’t mind it as much as they grow up. So that would mean Lan Wangji is his enemy. So Jiang Cheng treats him as such—up until Jiang Yanli lies dead in his arms and his young nephew is an orphan and he’s watching his brother—he can’t be his soulmate, no soulmate would do such a thing—get spirited away from the horrifying consequences of his actions.

It is only later—much later, after the dead have been buried and mourned and those dark times put away to be taken out and examined only in the dead of night—that he realizes. If Wei Wuxian had been his enemy all along…then who is Lan Wangji to him now?

[brozoner]

Thinking of an idea for an au? Maybe.

At the expense of John Dory? Absolutely.

[aeb-art]

soooo… i did another comic with geo (who of course belongs to @8um8le)! it ending up stretching the page quite a bit, so the rest is under the cut o7

and geo proceeded to win every single round of pool that night, the end, thank you for reading this far 🙇

i'm still not super confident in writing for geo, but i had too much fun with this to care ehehe 🥰 this is the year of indulgence, everyone!

edit: i just realized that I PUT THE CIRCUITS ON THE WRONG ARM! it's supposed to be on my right not my left, oh i'm so mad 😭💔

[imperatrice21]

You know, I think it would be pretty interesting if in War Storm they actually did find a Newblood to cure Maven but when he gets cured and back to normal he doesn't remember a single thing he did while under Elara's control because it wasn't him at all and he's like super confused or something when they tell him how long its been and something something idk

[armenianwriterman]

[maydays-medbay]

New starseeker alert !! Short Bio: Once a bot who'd explore the cosmos with reckless abandon, Starcleaver now pays no regard to cybertronian life and doesn't care whether or not those around him live or die. Exploration is but a childish activity, one only newly forged bots would do without purpose. To get by, Starcleaver has resorted to mercenary jobs. He's efficient. Killings are neither here nor there in terms of his feelings. One bot's death is his paycheck, and the life said cybertronian led was not his business or relevant to him in the slightest. Starcleaver had been long time friends with Starbramble, however their relations fell apart after Starbramble left him for dead with a group of Decepticons. Despite what the Decepticons did to him, despite the countless hours of solitary and painful interrogations he experienced, his loyalties to the Autobots crumbled after he learned that nobody was sent for him. Nobody even knew he was gone. If he ever sees Starbramble again? He'll have a nice new head ornament to mount in his ship. [The Starseeker frametype was created by @dimorphodon-x ! Go check out their stuff, it's really cool!]

[synonymroll648]

headcanon that as sophie ages, she gets more and more off-put by how she still looks twenty at some age past 40. the only wrinkles she has are smile lines and a barely-there crease between her eyebrows that never leaves. no gray hairs. it doesn’t feel like there’s any physical evidence of how much stress aged her too fast.

(maybe she dyes more grays into her hair to feel better about her reflection, the more time passes by. maybe, on bad days, she contours wrinkles into her skin with makeup. maybe the bad days get more frequent as she ages outside the human lifespan. maybe.)

[adventsuwuzers]

\\TW: GORE, BLOOD, RELIGOUS THEMES (probably), BRIGHT COLOURS (i think)\\

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Art from an aggie (or magma) drawing session ✨✨