#death’s keepers au

[beeshoesometimesdraws]

The Captain of the Reapers

Fun facts cuz I like infodumping about these guys :

Vanta’s scythe is similar to jttw Sun Wukong’s staff in the sense that it can shift in size, this being based upon the user’s preference and magic—the scythe was originally Phantom’s (KC’s) but was passed down to Vanta after he took the role of captain following KC’s “retirement” along with the golden bird skull trinket he wears at his chest

Vanta is the second tallest of the cast at 7’5ft, the tallest being KC at 9ft—also has the second largest wingspan, the largest of course being KC

Speaking of KC; Vanta and Phantom’s relationship is still that of father and son, though it is very complicated (aka they need therapy bad)

Vanta’s first language, like Diamond (Solar), is french though his english and pronunciation is better and his transition between both languages when speaking is smoother (but at times he still slips up, especially when he’s very upset or focused)

Vanta can unhinge their jaw and they at times will eat bones whole as a snack or to put people on edge, this being based off bearded vulture behavior

Vanta is the closest with Candle (Lunar) and the BM twins (Bones & Rusty), though during the main “plot” of the au Candle and Vanta have a bit of a falling out for reasons✨ while the twins, though conflicted, stay loyal and close by Vanta’s side (he practically raised the twins in this au so they are very loyal to him)

(the reapers + the others in this au “age” in a way, though much slower than human beings and they are all still at least somewhat immortal due to being animatronics and reapers aka basically demi gods of sorts)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 4: Deranged Bedfellows

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.5)

[subway-boss-jericho]

Queuing posts for most of my AUs! Check out this Masterpost! ᵈᶦˢᶜˡᵃᶦᵐᵉʳ ⁻ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ᶦᶜᵒⁿᶦᶜ ᵏⁿᶦᶠᵉ ᵇᵃⁿᵍˢ! ᴵ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᶦˢ ʳᵉᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ᶠᵃᶜᵉˢ ᶠᵘˡˡʸ ᵛᶦˢᶦᵇˡᵉ.

The Spirit Keeper

-Premise- I am going to try so. hard. to summarize. (TW: Side character death(s)) When the sky turns red, all of Hisui falls into anarchy and chaos. The hero that Sinnoh sent to protect them was banished from Jubilife and never seen again- Whisked back to the present, to spare them from the calamity to follow.

Amidst the destruction caused by the worsening space-time distortions, after the deaths of too many to count, Ingo finds himself praying to a god that wasn't his atop the Shrouded Ruins that overlook the now erased Diamond Clan encampment. He offers a plea to Sinnoh, of Pearl, Diamond, both or neither, if there is anything they can do to prevent this tragedy from wiping the region away.

Sinnoh is displeased with the fighting of the clans, of the hostility between factions, and the cold betrayal of the hero it had chosen. It will not simply wipe the slate clean, after the callous actions of the Hisuian people- After their rejection of its help. However, Ingo is a brave and compassionate soul. In this moment and throughout his time in Hisui, he has never displayed these spiteful behaviors.

In exchange for a duty, those lost will be revived, that broken can be rebuilt, and this region can turn a new leaf. The stones around him bear representation of his new duty. He must collect them from all across the region- Any soul he is able to secure, protect from the distortions that would eradicate them, will be given a second chance once the calamity passes. The final condition is that, once those souls meet their second death, he must seek them out to contain them again. A punishment, a time to reflect on their actions. Once Sinnoh deems it enough, then they will be released to the afterlife and Ingo will be released from this duty.

Ingo agrees to all of these terms. And so he seeks out the souls of the fallen- Unceasingly and desperately saving every single person, and with the combined power of their lives he withstands the shattering sky.

They are reincarnated. They rebuild. The nobles have fallen, and there is much damage to undo. They may live their lives once again.

But when they fall, Ingo will return. He will collect them, and he will keep them. He will fulfill the full breadth of his agreement- No matter how many centuries pass.

-Noteworthy Points- Yes. That was me summarizing. This story is so complicated and has so many layers please understand.

Ingo is functionally a Spiritomb, Ghost and Dark type, with the combined life force of 442 souls. This makes him functionally immortal, with a supernaturally fast healing capacity and a very difficult-to-contain level of power. He can hear the thoughts of all 442 people and often manifests them in the form of little green soul orbs. Not all of them are happy with this arrangement, but some people get used to it faster than others. They are fully aware, under no strain, and are not hurt. Essentially, forcibly travelling with Ingo is their sort of limbo- It's not all bad.

Ingo unfortunately cannot say the same, it is extremely rough to be the container for so many lives and still keep oneself sane. His willpower is overwhelming, and it's the only reason Sinnoh made this 'deal' to begin with- Because it knew Ingo would be the only one capable of this sort of thing without bias or prejudice. The calamity is solved, Hisui is preserved, the people get a reasonable amount of mercy (then comeuppance,) and Ingo can be- slowly -returned to his own time period. It is not easy burden, but it will be borne. Now, all that's left is to wait.

(Forgot to mention, the reference on the far right- Spirit Farer Emmet -is a sort of branch in the timeline. It's not the canon way the AU goes, but a friend made it up and I liked it enough to keep it :> The concept is that Emmet also makes a deal with Arceus and basically helps ferry Ingo's many souls over to the afterlife, thus releasing him from his duty. Won't elaborate more, this post is already like 4x the length of all the others.)

If it wasn't obvious, this is one of my favorite main AUs and also one of the oldest

-Links- Artwork - Commission by Fronomeeps Artwork - Fanart by Pixelga1axy Artwork - Fanart by Rudeboimonster Short Comic - Being haunted by yourself

[idoodlestuffsometimes]

Brother's Keeper AU Story Post 10

And here we have the unfortunate truth: As things are right now, Caleb is technically (in the literary sense) an antagonist. If Hunter's goal is to figure out and fix what's wrong with his dad, Caleb's goal, for Hunter's sake, is to prevent him ever working it out, even though it means his own suffering.

AU MASTER POST

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[IMAGE ID: A black and white ink and pencil comic. At the center of the page, Caleb glares resolutely at the contents of a spoon he holds in front of him. A monologue thought bubble reads, "If I must suffer in silence to protect you, so be it." The page behind him is split in half, each a collage of images. On the left side: Caleb holds an infant Hunter, looking down at him lovingly. Then, from Caleb's point-of-view, a toddler Hunter clutches Caleb's pantleg, staring up at the viewer with a big grin. Then, we look over Caleb's shoulder as he watches an older Hunter seated at a desk and sculpting a clay wolf head, his tongue sticking out in concentration. And finally, teenage Hunter as he is now, smiling at someone off screen. On the right side: Somewhere outside at night, in silhouette, Belos' elongated arm spears a Golden Guard as Caleb looks on from where he sits on the ground, reaching out for him in vain. Next, Belos strangles a struggling Golden Guard, dangling him above the ground by the neck. His other hand holds a yelling Caleb by the front of his shirt. Then, in the throne room, Belos shoots a kneeling Guard with energy from his raised staff, while Caleb sits beside him, bound to his wheelchair by vines. And finally, from below, we watch a broken Golden Guard mask fall towards us into the abyss, dropped in by Belos far above. Caleb is held beside him by the arm. His head is turned away. /END ID]

[mari-lair]

full supernatural akane au: burial

[therantingsage]

Lizzy, Doll, and Thad for Finders Keepers AU! Lizzy and Thad are both normal animals, and Doll is one of Death's Birds, like Uzi is.

Being a creature that can just....snatch your soul and kill you instantly, Uzi is very valuable to the pack. It's a good relationship they've got going: Uzi helps them get easy food (whether by helping the pack ambush and kill or by snatching the soul herself should it prove too dangerous for them), and she gets a soul bauble from the prey to deliver to her boss. Other Death Birds, Doll especially, find it lazy of her to do it this way. Pretty much all of Doll's kills are her own effort alone.

Lizzy is about on the same intelligence level (maybe a little lower) than the Death Birds, being a corvid. Thad is just a dog. Taking some creative liberties in how I assess animal intelligence in this au, but only a few.

[flamboyant-king]

TBOI: Brother's Keeper AU - Abel

Ahh, the brother's keeper himself. How he wishes he was under the influence of alcohol or some other substance. But no, it was the heat of the moment fueled by greed and the years of envy that forced his hand. The desperation and rage pulling his hand back and plunging it back down. Over and over and over.

The crucifix on his neck is the curse placed on him by his dearly departed brother. Protecting him from the hands of death, but choking him with the palms of life. Forced to live with what he has done and to keep on living and living and living.

[thekeeperofbalance]

so while writing my prev post (here) i was reminded of how much i dislike a lot of the canon relationships

mainly bc i'm a person with an excellent eye for unhealthy dynamics (i have much experience with them, but also i'm just very good at detecting power imbalances in relationships) and i felt like discussing them.

keep in mind, i'm fine with ppl who ship (i ship quite a few as well) these. i am just not fine with them being written like they were in canon, because they were deeply unhealthy.

warning: discussions of unhealthy relationships, death relating to valhalla's to-the-death activities (alluded to), abuse, (and because i don't want people clamoring unless they have questions and want me to clarify things, which i am perfectly happy to do, unless your rude) discussions of popular riordanverse ships being toxic/abusive/unhealthy

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to start: percabeth.

i'll be honest---i haven't ever read hoo, and i never will. i just don't have the patience for it. but when ppl can quote lines abt a relationship being at least toxic, and at most abusive?? i get pushed off any ship real quick.

homes will discuss unhealthy relationships, will display the characters working through the problems presented within their relationships as they grow throughout the story. but i will never, ever, write an endgame toxic and/or abusive ship.

i loved percabeth in the pjo books, for the most part---even if i think it kind of overshadows all the other amazing ships out there, other than solangelo, for the most part. i'm not leaving solangelo out of this either.

anyways, i won't write endgame percabeth. that's just not gonna happen. they'll stay friends, and i've honestly preferred it that way for a long while. they just don't really fit together. i wasn't planning for them to stay together (you will see them together, but there will be some identity shenagins that annabeth will have to realise and imma be going through canon's mess, as well), because of an idea i've had for a while, that eventually birthed the ace-/aro-spec chase joke (magnus in homes is ace, natalie is aro, etc)

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next: solangelo.

so, something i noticed when reading toa, is that will carries a lot of the emotional burden in his relationship with nico. i mean, he's fucking keeping him alive!! that's not something your partner should have to do. and by that i mean, your partner should not have to bear the burden of being the only thing keeping you alive---that's a fuck-ton of emotional labour, and i will give nico points for seeking some help, but i'm still re-working their relationship.

please do note that almost every relationship change spirals from my main relationship change of alex and magnus's healthy, consensual, and very queer, but not necessarily "typical" to society relationship. most of these characters have never really had a healthy relationship in their faces during their childhoods---i mean, percy has paul and sally, but their relationship is later, and they don't exactly push boundaries to make people reconsider their relationships and emotions. (i.e. alex and magnus are in a non-heterosexual, completely non-sexually-intimate (except for the very rare kiss on the lips, but it never gets further than that), healthy relationship that has extremely close ties to the kids in question)

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fierrochase.

so, i absolutely adore fierrochase. i think they are, honestly, one of the healthiest relationships displayed within the entire riordanverse (they bow to carter & zia. blitzstone, sam & amir, hazel & frank (i think), and partially sadie x waltnubis which is only partial bc they have problems to work out, btw) that are majorly present and that i consistently remember bc i have adhd shit memory.

but i also must recognise, because this is a point i wish to make for later on, that any dynamic based upon killing your partner is unhealthy. no, i don't care that they can resurrect, that is still fucking traumatising. i will mention that them killing each other/magnus constantly being killed by alex is a mostly fandom-specific plot, so congrats, rick, there's one healthy relationship that's canon (and there are quite a few other ones, but i'm mainly pointing out the idealised ones).

they respect each other's boundaries, are learning about each other, and are taking their time to figure out their relationship. it's not really shown in canon---mainly because we get so little time with alex and magnus in a more-than-friends capacity, but we still see a lot of equal ground between the two of them. which is fucking important.

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anyways: mallory x halfborn.

y'know the comment i made about dynamics based upon killing your partner are unhealthy a paragraph ago? yeah, this is what i was talking about.

one of the biggest bases, if mallory and halfborn were real, of their relationship would be fear. mainly because you would fear your killer. yeah, you can get desensitized to it, but you shouldn't have to become numb to fear of your partner just to continue being with them. no one is at fault here, and i will show that in the one-shot that discusses mallory & halfborn's relationship. i'm kind of horrified that their relationship is a thing that exists. i mean, can you imagine never knowing when your partner will just to decide to kill you, and did, and has?? even if you can't die permamently, that fear would stick.

especially in homes, where the battle scars stay. magnus will have a scar on their neck from the one time (just the once, and they discussed it afterwards), all of them have scars. (why i changed this will be part of another post.)

i can't write a relationship like that. one of homes' largest themes is healing, is growth, is escaping unhealthy thought patterns and relationships. the song that backs the entire series is don't panic by coldplay, if you wish to know the ideas i'm aiming to represent.

jason & piper, and calypso & leo are also problematic but not generally idealised within the books or by the fandom, and i can cover them later because i don't see much about them (personally) and because i am running out of steam.

lark, out.

[eorzeashan]

trying to think of a reversed IA/Hunter AU where they switch roles in the story but it's not...exactly working. food for thought, though

[beeshoesometimesdraws]

Woe

bird be apon te

( hehe I really went overboard with this- anyways I hope you like! )

Oh my ISDJIDNEXGZHSHSHDHDHFHDUDJJD

BRO???? THIS IS AMAZING I LOVE THIS SM AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

all my screaming aside, seriously Tato this is so fuckin’ cool omg—the way you did the colors??? The shading!???? He looks so cool and squishy I love this wjdjjdfhhdhfhdhdhdjdffff *keyboard smashing noises*

tysm this is so cool I love it <333 so cool so cool so cool so cool so cool-

[starsarefire824]

Sneak Peak of Chapter 4 of Death Lies in Wait. 🧜

Come with me, he says again. It says. For this can’t be a man, but some creature of the sea. A succubus. Its kiss tastes like salt and brine and its skin is slippery and cold, making Mike shiver. Its fingers slip to the back of his neck, tangle in his waves, and his cap falls off his head as the creature shifts upwards in one strong, smooth motion. With one hand in his hair and the other pushing against his chest, Mike falls backwards onto his back against the rock. He throws his hands up in slack defense, eyes going wide and staring as the creature is atop him, its full weight quite heavy. Its. His. For maybe it’s a version of a man after all? His black-green eyes go wide and questioning again and his fingers are threading through the salt-soaked tendrils of Mike’s hair. He lifts up a long curl and examines it with serious interest. He rubs it curiously between thumb and forefinger, and Mike notices the translucent webbing between his fingers. Mike lowers his hands experimentally along the strange man’s arms, gently fluttering over his wet skin. 

His brows go together again as he rakes his slippery fingers over Mike's face, along his cheekbone and down the length of his nose, fluttering over his eyelashes and across his bottom lip. He lifts his shin and slides his hand down his neck, briefly stopping along his pulsepoint. He can feel the pressure there and watches his eyes widen as he feels it. He lowers himself a bit further down Mike’s body and presses his finned ear to his chest. Listening. For a long moment he rests there and then lifts his head again, fingers pulling at the twine around his neck and holding up the ring to the light. He studies it for a long second and then continues down his torso, eyeing each button, the stitching along the pocket of his coat. He shifts his body and that’s when Mike sees it. He hasn’t got legs. This “man” isn’t a man at all. But a fish? He has a tail, gold and green and purple scales shine like pearls in the sun. His translucent fins at the end shift in the air as he turns it up into a curled position. 

Mike just sits there, unable to move. He breathes out a heavy, nervous breath, whatever protest he wants to say caught somewhere in his throat. The creature’s cold hands dig into his vest pocket and pull out his pocket watch, pulling it up and staring at it like a child inspecting a worm from the garden. He turns it over and then brings it to his mouth and bites down on it. Mike’s gaze catches on how some of his teeth are pointed. Like fangs. He gnaws on the gold watch and makes a face as if offended, obviously disliking the taste. Suddenly uninterested in the object, he tosses it flippantly back onto Mike’s belly and turns his attention elsewhere. His fingers continue to roam over his body, making Mike squirm and shake. Mike presses his lips together and hisses as the creature shoves Mike’s coat up his waist and looks at his belly curiously. His hands sliding along his hips and over the taught skin below his belly button. His sharp nails scrape through his thin patch of hair there and then suddenly hook onto the hem of his pants. He lifts it up and peeks down where he’s hidden in darkness. And then, as if losing patience with the fabric, shifts his body further down and tugs. He’s pulling at the waist of his pants with a surprising strength and Mike shudders and calls out when he realizes his intentions. “Woah, woah, woah!” he breathes, springing urgently to a sitting position and pushing him roughly off of him. 

The creature slides back onto the wet rock, blinking and shaking his head a little as if stunned, gazing at him with affronted curiosity. 

They sit there a moment, out of breath and staring at each other before Mike can hear his voice in his head again. Clear and strong and very much not his own. 

Michael? he asks. 

Mike stares at him and creases his brow deeply. “Yes?” he breathes.

The creature slides closer, his movements quick and smooth and Mike can’t breathe as he’s upon him again, face so close he can feel the iciness of his skin stealing his body heat. 

His brow lowers in determination and he presses his hand roughly to Mike’s chest. 

You..Michael? He asks again in a whisper floating through Mike’s mind. Then he brings his own hand back to his bare chest. 

Willem.

Presses his hand back to Mike’s, Michael.

And then back on his own. Willem.

Mike sighs out when he realizes what he’s trying to tell him. His name. 

“Willem?” Mike whispers, watching as he sits back and gazes at him in utter surprise, as if he hadn’t been expecting Mike to hear him. 

“Willem,” Mike repeats, lifting his eyebrows in suggestion. 

The creature presses his lips together and then to Mike’s astonishment, nods in agreement. He brings his hand to his chest again. 

Willem. His timid voice is as clear as day inside Mike’s mind. The strange creature from the sea, frightening and strange and cold, not only knows his name already, but is trying to communicate with him…

[sayitan]

how to say goodbye brother's keeper au , drabble .

❝ grandmother, ❞ neteyam said, lowering his bow instantly as he stepped out from the overgrowth. mo'at crouched close to the streams edge, her fingers trailing through the clear waters. she seemed unsurprised by neteyam's arrival and somehow he knew that she had been waiting for him. for a moment he felt stunned that she still looked the same. he knew that it had been less than a year since they had said their goodbyes but it felt longer, as if decades had passed since he had last seen her. he felt older, aged and weathered beyond his years.

mo'at didn't move or respond to his presence and neteyam took his opportunity to move further into his camp grounds. there was little in way of belongings, a bedroll and a basket stash of dried foods and water but it lacked the familiarities of home, a camp of necessity only.

❝ how did you find me? ❞ neteyam asked. he had crossed paths with few of his omaticaya clanmates, those hunters he had met had been weeks prior, how mo'at had tracked him and so far from the ayram alusìng he could only guess. ❝ you should be with the clan, ❞

❝ i am tsahìk, i go where eywa wills it, ❞ mo'at informed matter-of-factly and only then did she look up at him. neteyam flinched when he met her gaze, turning away to set his bow aside.

❝ when the hunters told me of this . . . nightshade, ❞ mo'at began, the name heavily accented in english, ❝ i knew it could only be one of two, ❞

neteyam grimaced uncomfortably. he had not chosen the name, yet that was the title the rda had given him. from what neteyam had gathered the name referred to a toxic plant native to earth. awkwardly, neteyam thumbed his bowstring, suddenly feeling too big for his own skin. mo'at stood and faced him, walked towards him with a light foot and he cowed beneath her knowing gaze, guilt and shame coiling around him.

❝ i have news, grandmother, ❞ neteyam said, speaking to his bow rather than look at her, ❝ news from awa'atlu, ❞

❝ oh? and what news have you brought me that you could not come to tell me? that i had to find you here, so far from home? ❞ she spoke calmly yet her disapproval weighed her words heavily. for a moment, neteyam couldn't bring himself to speak, yet mo'at did not press him. she did not reach out or rush him, she only waited. patient as an old willow.

neteyam gathered his strength, though it trembled, composed himself and finally raised his gaze to meet hers. mo'at stared him down, her presence familiar and warm, her expression open and welcoming. the lines upon her face were deeper, but her eyes remained the same. wise and ever seeing.

❝ lo'ak . . . ❞ his brothers name choked in his throat and he felt his eyes burn with emotion. his heart leaped, pounding against his chest and neteyam swallowed thickly, blinking rapidly as he willed himself to be strong.

❝ lo'ak is dead, grandmother, ❞ his voice was a whisper, less than a whisper and yet the words felt as loud to him as crumbling stone. mo'at watched him with those same wise and ever seeing eyes and neteyam trembled. slowly, she reached out to him and neteyam let her. warmth rippled across his skin when her hands found purchase upon his shoulders and something within him burst wide open.

tears streamed freely down his face and mo'at pulled him into an embrace that warmed him from his core. she smelt of flax oil and elder roots, she smelt of home and safety, and all he could do was crumble in her arms. neteyam wept into his grandmothers shoulder, chest heaving, stomach cramping, and he fell apart. arms curling around her waist as he sunk into his grief.

mo'at shushed him gently, soothing his sobs as she stroked his back but he couldn't hear her over the sound of blood rushing through his ears and the ache of his broken heart. she murmured softly against his ear and into his hair, a stream of words woven together that reminded him of hot nights lounging beneath the roof of her marui while she told him stories of their ancestors. together, they sunk to their knees and mo'at pulled him still closer, rocking carefully back and forth. neteyam let every emotion, every sound and tear he hadn't thought to shed fall from him unrestrained and eventually he finally succumbed to exhaustion.

it was late when neteyam awoke lying on the jungle floor, his head in his grandmother's lap. she hummed gently as she brushed her fingers through his hair, slowly picking out his braids with long practiced fingers. eclipse had long past and twilight had fallen over them. his eyes felt heavy, swollen and dry, his throat tight and raw, yet he couldn't bring himself to move. he lay still in his grandmothers lap and imagined that he was still a child, that the rda had never landed, and that his brother still lived.

❝ you have neglected your braids, ❞ mo'at scolded. neteyam remained silent and his grandmother allowed him to, tutting softly. once she had completed one side of his head, she tapped his shoulder and neteyam rolled over, facing her stomach so she could continue her meticulous efforts with the other side of his head. it was an awkward position for her yet she did not complain. neteyam closed his eyes and mo'at began to hum a familiar song, threading her fingers through his hair and combing out the knots and tangles as she went. slowly, his hair came undone beneath her trained fingers, falling in crinkled waves all around them. the long hours has stretched between them until first light slowly spilled across the grounds.

❝ up now. i will braid your hair, ❞

neteyam obeyed. pushing himself stiffly into an upright position, his back to his grandmother as she continued to fuss with his long hair. he could smell the scented oils used to help protect their hair from harsh temperatures and he wondered if she had expected to do this when she had found him. as tsahìk, and as his grandmother, perhaps she had. it was only in the early hours of the morning, when she began braiding his hair around his queue that neteyam found his voice again.

❝ you already knew, ❞ neteyam said quietly. ❝ yes, ❞ mo'at said and neteyam's chest ached with a sudden pain that left him breathless. ❝ then you know it was my fault, ❞ ❝ neteyam, ❞ mo'at's voice was gentle, yet firm, ❝ the fault lies only with the humans and their weapons, ❞

sudden and stiffly, neteyam pulled away from the comfort and the warmth of his grandmothers hands, pushing himself to his feet. when he looked down at her, mo'at's gaze was filled with such sadness and sorrow that he had to look away.

❝ no, the fault lies with me, ❞ neteyam argued, ❝ it was my responsibility to lead him, to keep him safe, and i didn't. i let him go. i knew better, i knew what would happen, and i did it anyway, ❞ ❝ neteyam— ❞ ❝ no! ❞ his voice was harsh and cutting, ❝ you weren't there. you don't know, you didn't see. ❞ ❝ do not do this, ❞ mo'at warned, a familiar weight to her voice as she watched him. she didn't move from where she sat, she didn't stand and yet she seemed larger than life all the same. ❝ you are not to blame. come home with me. ❞

she reached her hand out and neteyam ached. a pain that had grown as familiar to him as breathing seemed to grow and expand within his chest like a balloon and when he looked into his grandmother's eyes, he saw the same pain reflected back at him. neteyam shook his head and stepped back.

❝ no, ❞ neteyam turned away, snatching his bow from the ground even as mo'at called his name. she stood now, her hands reaching out desperately but neteyam was faster. he slipped around her, pulling further and further, distancing himself from her love and her care. ❝ don't look for me again, you will not find me, ❞

❝ neteyam! ❞ he fled, disappearing into the wilds of the forest as mo'at called after him, sorrow and mourning wrapped within her every word.

[idoodlestuffsometimes]

If given the chance, do you think Caleb would try killing his brother in this au?

It would not be wise to try it considering all the ways it can go wrong and what Belos would do in retaliation. I think it would also be hard for him bc that's his little brother and I think there's a part of him that blames himself for how Philip turned out. But if push came to shove, yes, I think he would feel obligated to do so to protect Hunter and save the Boiling Isles. I don't think he would take pleasure in it. Relief probably, but that's some extra trauma there if he not only is kidnapped and abused by his own brother but also has to kill him himself :(

[onedivinemisfit]

AnS Shapeshifter!AU - Hakizana’s den

The ancestral den of the Valley’s Keeper lineage, currently inhabited by Keeper Izana, his mate, the volva Haki, his younger brother Zen, and his firstborn kit. There is space for more wilders, as the dug-out extends far below the earth, and Haki sometimes has her patients stay there, when they can’t get them to Wilant.

The flat carved rock outside the den is the closest to a court seat Izana has, but other foxes also leave gifts there; or omens, if they find them, for Haki to cleanse.

AnS (c) Akizuki Sorata

Art: Me

[the-tzarina-alexandra-paracosm]

Main character line-up, ten year anniversary edition

[lqfiles]

PAY THE PRICE — smau

after getting evicted out of your old place, you're left with no other choice but to look for a cheaper alternative. which is how you end up becoming neighbours with lee haechan, who has a passion for music and disturbing whatever peace and quiet there is.

or in which you found yourself a very nice apartment, the only issue? your neighbour is your friend's somewhat ex-situationship who won't stop playing his guitar at 2 am in the night.

neighbour!haechan x fem!reader

genre ; enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, probably slow burn, humour, neighbours au.

extras ; haechan is kinda an asshole | boy next door + likes everyone but you trope-ish | profanity and death jokes because they’re silly! | probably romantic tension | some mark x reader here and there | renjun and jaemin having their own e2bffs moment | probably inaccurate depiction of how someone would get evicted pls don’t shoot me 😅

notes ; i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan <333 idk i got nothing better to do now so i’ll just start this because i know i won’t be posting any of the other long fic wips any time soon 😭

PLAYLIST ; She , Tyler The Creator — For The Night , Chloe Bailey — IDK WHAT TO TELL YOU , Bktherula — Surprise , Chloe Bailey — I Wanna Be down , Brandy — Suite Life , FLO — Is It A Crime? , No Guidnce — Round&Round , NCT U .

STATUS ; ongoing and hopefully regular updates.

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intro

1 ) jaehyun’s trophy wife

2 ) free cookies (not really)

3 ) midnight disturbance

4 ) attempted murder?

5 ) THIS IS FAMILY

6 ) haechan’s second identity

7 ) kiss buddies and useless complaints

8 ) critically acclaimed idgaf veteran

9 ) founders keepers..?

10 ) yangyang’s new interest (y/n)

11 ) a late welcome party

12 ) invest in a cage jaemin

13 ) cat fight (REAL)

14 ) the cure to a lack of sleep = cup pong

15 ) who said quiet guys can’t be freaky?

16 ) you got a girlfriend?

17 ) i DO have a girlfriend

18 ) this is life, i love life..

19 ) nah. they fucking.

20 ) let’s play apex?

21 ) whole house mad

22 ) drunken regrets

23 ) he’s got to be fucking with me..

24 ) a sincere apology letter (kinda)

25 ) are we cool or not?

26 ) we’re good (for real)

27 ) a personal guitar lesson

28 ) LIVE TWEETING YNHAE MOMENTS

29 ) a moment of vulnerability

30 ) friendly q&a between friends

31 ) that’s strange.. that’s weird..

32 ) solution to job loss = family guy (???)

33 ) what has jaehyun done for society?

34 ) ynhae bonding activity hours

35 ) an unwanted double date with yangyang

36 ) an overwhelming realisation

37 ) the universe can kill itself

38 ) a “what are we” conversation

39 ) i got that hair too, kinda

40 ) reviewing haechan’s tweet and new issues

41 ) diagnosed with the crush disease

TBA . . .

BONUS:

TBA . . .

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