#elsewhere au ask

[dcartcorner]

I swear I might need to commission you just drawing a hoard of your followers taking down jonah magnus while the kids look on in relief/horror

Jon and Martin showing up like

that's quite the image indeed! aha

[hiding-in-the-vault]

The cave au ^-^

CAVE AU.

This AU that I've kept in the back of my mind came purely from wanting to put the blorbos in cool low-lit atmospheres. The general idea behind the plot came from me deciding that because of the fantastical nature of the source material, I can really do whatever the heck i want. So I decided that the ground is growing!

Yeah, the surface is growing upwards, eating up whatever is built on it. For example, Tommy's little hill house doesn't get pushed higher up the hill; the ceiling stays where it is, but the ground below it grows around-- eventually the hill is much higher than the roof, eventually dirt and stone begins to consume, and eventually its gone.

It grows too fast for them to rebuild. Lakes are risen and walls crumble, causing massive floods. Ravines form and cave in on themselves, lava pools turn into volcanoes, all in the span of a few days. (magic™) It's sudden and violent and confusing, and there is no time to ask How or Why.

I compare it in my mind to how strangely and quickly mushrooms grow, which have always freaked me out lol

The prison fares much better and Sam holds out the longest, but eventually it too begins to get overwhelmed. Certain walls near the cell begin to bow in and the elder guardian system gets affected and suddenly it's a real security concern. He'll just build a new one underground : )

With how the ground is growing, the caverns below remain in-tact. They get much bigger, and expand much deeper than before. But the people above aren't the only ones having to adapt.

As I said in my last post about it, everyone travels primarily in one big sectioned group, at least until they find a relatively safe area to settle. The plan is to recreate some sort of hub as they had before, and people will be able to venture out from there if they wish. That includes Dream being forced along with the prison guards. But it does Not include Techno, Phil, and Niki. (Ranboo sticks with the big group- power in numbers!)

They go underground as well, but they do so separately, deciding tensions are bound to get high and wanting no part of it. But even as they enter the caverns from wildly different areas, Techno still catches wind of Dream being pulled along with the others, and starts working on a plan to give him a chance to escape.

[witchofthesouls]

You got me hooked on the battle couple and since your the only dealer I'm making it your problem!

Imagine its not poetics or gifts or even battle prowess that wins miko over no. its his fucking musical ability!! Tarn gets it in his head to serenade his beloved with someones freshly removed head as a gift for good measure and for some reason that's what does it for miko who pounces him once the song is done. The next day tarn is walking with a limp hanging off her arm like a pampered trophy wife looking like he got mauled by a bear and miko looks far to pleased with herself.

It's funny because Tarn exhibits many qualities her kin appreciate, and frustrates her even more!

Her cousins would definitely roast her in a good-natured way because of the mysterious mech's dedication with fresh kills and lovely courting gifts.

Oh, and they match, too. Pink and purple complement each other!

Miko is sulking underwater because Cybertronians like to stay from it.

Of course, Tarn plants himself on the beach, bank, pier, or rockside to wait for her. If there's wide space, then he's writing scripts into the dirt and sand via his tank treads or using pretty rocks.

I don't know if it's funny or terrible if Tarn's ability doesn't injure Miko. Not out of fated bondmate bullscrap, but because her seablood heritage came out and sees it as not only a siren-like potential mate but entwined in the words are the undeniable score of her other half of a Soulsong.

Instead of pain, it enraptures.

Think of it as some sort of seablood catnip to the average seafolk, but on Miko? She can't tamp down the instinctual urge to warble out her own part.

Tarn is delighted over the fact that they'll have a private duet. Meanwhile, the others (minus Raf, Jack, and June) are increasingly disturbed by the haunting, ethereal noise that is enemanting from everywhere and nowhere as Miko gets back into singing in sea-tongue.

Not even the exquisite temperatures of a hotsprings could overcome their collective anxiety over it.

Jack and Raf calls them out for it because they managed to go against robot Satan and hordes of the undead, and yet a mating call is what spooks them the most.

It's the ambiance, they said. It's the middle of wild nature with an eerie back-and-forth echo of lovely yet haunting notes. Nothing else is disturbed by their sensors. Where is it coming?

It's Miko. Underwater. She knows how to suppress herself and hide her presence. She's enjoys hunting.

Probably culminates into this:

Miko: "What if I fuck him?"

Jack: "Don't do it."

Miko: "But I do it in a way he wouldn't expect it."

Jack: "Miko, I love you, and we spent lifetimes together, but I'm finding out things I don't know if I want to know."

Miko: "I'm gonna peg his ass."

Jack: "... What if he likes it?"

Miko (not listening): "I always wanted to peg an ass."

Jack (giving up): "Find a good harness then."

Raf (who's been there the entire time): "Ask about lube. You'll need it for aft ports."

Miko: "Ratchet’s been running away from me. I'm gonna need a trap because I need more info."

(Cue a reluctant sex ed for Cybertronian frames starring Ratchet with special guests' input on war-frames from Soundwave and Knock Out.)

[percabeth4life]

hc: everytime percy almost dies or miraculously recovers right before death or sees the god or survives smth that wouldve killed anyone else, he makes an offering to Thanatos basically going "sorry if i messed up your schedule again, hope you have a great day, am happily awating when you can actually collect me, bye!<3"

Thanatos considers them good friends, says it once in front of Hades, Persephone&Demeter(&through an amazing game of telephone, Poseidon gets told his Son is "making good friends with death" and Poseidon takes that to mean Percy is (1) almost dyinf even ore frequently than usual or (2) they are sarcastic and he is sassing thanatos&he(Than) does nOT appreciate it

Lmao, Poseidon is panicking, Thanatos when rescued in SON is just like "<3 bestie! How nice to see you <3 You doing good? How am I doing? Yeah just trapped here"

Percy does not realize Thanatos considers them good friends and is just confuzzled. He's happy Thanatos seems to think he's chill tho.

[tennessoui]

Regency AU!!! anakin hoarding little things he bought for obi-wan and finally getting to give them to him!! its so sweet and fluffy! I'd love to know just how disappointed all the other omegas in town were when anakin stepped out with obi-wan on his arm.

All the mamas of the eligible omegas take one look at the way anakin skywalker looks at obi-wan as he goes literally anywhere and the smart ones tell their children to focus on more available prospects, like a minor prince. an earl. Etc. The duke is not going to truly be entertaining prospects this season.

but the smarter mamas split their efforts between making potential matches for their own children and finding matches for obi-wan because maybe if this obi-wan kenobi finds his match and marriage, then the duke Skywalker will be more willing to consider their children to be his match. It’s a bit underhanded but one has to do what one has to do. and throwing alphas at kenobi until one sticks is what one has to do.

(of course they also have to be very clandestine about it because it would do their daughters and sons no good for anakin to find out that it was them that found obi-wan’s match. they know they may get kicked out of high society all together for it. the stakes are high.)

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Were there ever cases where SK Sun and Moon DON'T kill an abuser because it would be better for the child? Like- what if an abuser was the only family a child could have? Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight. I wish to give all of your AU's authentic German pretzels/brezel's.

If the abuser is the only guardian the child has, they will still find a way to work around it. Any sort of relative, family friend who could take the child in when their abusive guardian is gone.

If not, then they have, let's say...special connections. Folks outside of the duo who would help them. If a safe guardian can't be found, the child is brought to them, who will then find the kid a safe place while Sun and Moon finish the job.

[artsymephy]

How would grown up modern Philip will look?

Ooo good question.

Not entirely sure.

I think he’d wear something that belongs to Caleb, maybe something like his varsity jacket (since everyone in the show had one)?And he’d keep his hair short to not stand out too much, though I like to think Luz would encourage him to grow it out again.

[hetagrammy]

silly question, how does Emma feel about Arthur having kids already in the regency au? Does it bother her at all, or is it just kinda like “oh well,”

Not a silly question! Emma has a lot of mixed feelings about them. She's in a weird position where part of the whole point of her marrying Arthur is that she's supposed to have legitimate children for him (gross idea I know, but this is 1810). Having his illegitimate children around is inconvenient to say the least for any potential children of her own. While she's betrothed to Arthur, she's essentially reserving hope that once they're married he'll send his children to live in a separate household, such as with Alasdair or Seán. The problem is that she wants to have that discussion with a man who is gone half the time, and when he's home, he wants to discuss literally anything except their future together. She also knows that deep down, Arthur wouldn't agree to it, at the very least not until his boys were much older.

On a personal level though, she's perfectly cordial with his children and she thinks that they're pleasant! She's definitely not maternal toward them and there's a big distance there, but there's no spite or jealousy there. This is compounded by the fact that her closest friend is Molly, who would literally die for those children. She couldn't say a bad thing about those children even if she wanted to. However, whatever mild distant affection she has for them, from a practical standpoint, she believes it's better for them to be out of her sight and mind.

[wtl-archive]

What could possibly make you think anyone would want to see this

is. is this supposed to be... anon hate?

A few thousand or so are interested in the comic at least. about 8k on tiktok and 1k on tapas *shrug*. maybe you should read it yourself, it's pretty good! :3

[chrisis-averted]

Also you turned jon into soup with that elsewhere fic. I respect that. Jom became evil eldritch soup

To be fair, DC deserves the credit for that specific design choice, I just rolled with it!

"Evil eldritch soup" is an excellent description though, I'm writing that down!

[softquietsteadylove]

I know it’s probably so annoying of me to keep asking for more every time you fulfill one of my prompts, but once again you hit it out of the park with the memory loss au!!! Gil is so sweet and kind and such a good husband who loves his wife no matter what 🥹 i don’t have a specific prompt, but just would love to read more about that journey. Thank you as always for keeping this ship alive, you have a reader in many of us still!

Gil paused in front of the door to the apartment. He leaned his forehead against the door, letting the cool of the air temper his mediocre (at best) day.

He loved his job, he loved the bakery. But the questions about Thena were getting to him. They came from a good place, he knew, and of course they would have their curiosities. But it was hard to deny that he was annoyed with the questions about if it was weird for them.

No, it wasn't.

Of course it was.

He had to come home and gauge if his wife was feeling particularly nervous around him that day. He had to ask how she was feeling because she went out of her way to hide that from him. She was recovering well, but no memories had emerged as of yet.

In his worst moments he really had to wonder if they would at all.

But he couldn't stand outside and dwell forever on that grim thought. He pulled out his keys to unlock the door. Thena herself had said she would leave it unlocked but he told her he would feel a little better if she didn't.

"Hi."

Gil blinked. It wasn't necessarily a welcome home kiss or anything, but Thena was standing by the door, smiling at him as he dropped his backpack where he stood. "Hey."

Her smile wavered faintly, but it certainly wasn't fake. She was nervous. "H-How was work?"

"Uh," Gil tried not to flounder. She was trying something, and he didn't want to discourage her. He also smiled, kicking off his shoes and starting to take off his coat. "It was okay. Kind of long, but at least it's friday, right?"

Thena just nodded, stepping back to let him in. "Come and tell me about it."

Gil tilted his head, squinting at her so long as she wasn't looking at him. It wasn't that she never asked to hear about his day before. But even just last week she was still trying to figure out how to start a casual conversation with him, or ask where they kept the coffee filters (again).

Thena seated herself on the couch, waiting for him expectantly. He chuckled, ruffling the stress out of his hair. When he rounded the corner of the couch he looked at the coffee table. The beer can was visibly cold, on a coaster and everything. "I thought I was out of these."

Thena shifted her knees, tugging at her skirt. "I decided to go to the store, today."

Gil tried not to look freaked out about that. He was just being overprotective, and there was no reason Thena couldn't want to get out of the house for a little. She remembered where the store was...apparently.

"I noticed there weren't any in the fridge, but I picked some up while I was out," she added, tilting her head as he cracked it open. "It smells familiar."

He smiled at that. Smells could be very good for her memory, he had already discovered by way of their laundry detergent, and his cologne. "You want a sip?"

She shook her head, and that made him smile too. "Yeah, I guess you never really had a taste for beer. You don't mind a glass of wine with Kari, though."

"Hm," she sighed as she leaned against the back of the couch. Her eyes were still intent on him. "So?--work?"

He cleared his throat, setting the beer down on its coaster again. "Right, uh...it was okay. Things ran normally, it was kind of quiet, but I guess it's just that time of year. And the weekend guys will be fine."

He had worked the very early mornings for the weekend before, actually. But since Thena's episode he did what he could to be at home whenever she was up and around.

"What do you bake specifically?"

"Oh," he blinked. It was light enough conversation, but Thena asked it like she was going to be quizzed on it later. But then again, he could remember their first date having a similar intensity to it. That was just what Thena was like. "I guess I mostly do the croissants, some of the desserts-"

"I looked up the bakery online today."

"Really?" he tried to ask casually, but she was going somewhere with all this.

Thena looked down at the small but comfortable space between them on the couch, picking at one of the cushion seams. "I considered walking by, but... "

She usually wasn't one to trail off during a sentence, but obviously she had really thought about whether to go through with it or not. Gil scooted just a little closer to her (not enough to spook her). "Hey, that's okay. I probably wouldn't have been able to come out and see you for long, anyway. It's sweet, though."

She looked embarrassed, but didn't shy away from him, at least. "I was worried someone would recognise me and...and I would leave them wanting."

Gil nodded; Thena was quietly terrified of having to meet everyone in their lives all over again. He couldn't blame her. Meeting people was never her specialty, and the pressure on her was now worse than ever. "It's okay, hon. We can face that later."

She sighed faintly, but she allowed him to just sort of wiggle his finger in her direction. She mustered the courage to hook her finger with his. It was small, but it didn't escape him that it was big for her.

"Hey, on sunday we can go by together if you want. Pick up some stuff for brunch here at home?" he suggested it gently, testing the waters. If she truly never wanted to speak to anyone they knew ever again, he didn't really have any argument to stand on.

He was willing to do anything to keep her from considering leaving all together.

"That sounds lovely." She smiled to match his smile, although softer and gently. Her hand did move, from just their fingers linking to more of a tentative hand holding. Affection wasn't her specialty either.

"It's a date," he grinned, unable to contain himself. Thena blinked and he nearly flinched, "I-I mean, not-! It doesn't have to-"

She laughed, though. He had missed that sound like the air he breathed. "My second chance at our first date."

He knew she meant it as a light joke, or maybe even in a self-deprecating way. But he melted. He couldn't help it! His wife was going to go on a date with him!

Thena watched passively as he brought her hand up to his lips. He gave her the chance to pull away, but she didn't. He kissed her knuckle gently. holding on just so he could admire the wedding ring still on her finger.

She had once asked if he had taken his off, and it had horrified him. But he asked if she wanted to take hers off. She had every right, even if the thought made him want to shrivel up and sink into the sea. But Thena had looked at the foreign object on her finger and answered very plainly but honestly: no.

Thena tilted her head at him again, "Gil?"

He gave her hand another kiss before looking at her again. Her hand in his, a beer to his left, it felt a little more like old times. But it was also new, in an endearing way. "So, you looked up the bakery?"

"Yes," she smiled, indulging his much improved mood, even letting him run his finger against her wedding ring. "It's a lovely site, the products are photographed well."

They had an instagram that Sprite mostly ran herself, but Thena didn't actually know that a lot of the product photography on the website had been done by herself back when Gil first got the job.

He had bragged all about how his wife was an amazing artist with a great eye for beauty! Thena had come in and done the photos for the website and then scolded him for embarrassing her.

"They are," he agreed quietly. "And we have some seasonal stuff, too. We'll still have the usual--the croissants, the pain au chocolat, the mont blancs. But we also still have the petit fours right now, since we get so much extra in for valentine's day."

Thena's face betrayed a split second of horror.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," he reassured her, and also used it as a great excuse to kiss her again (this time her open palm). "You were still in the hospital then. And we were never really valentine's people anyway."

There was some clear doubt in her eyes at that statement, but she didn't choke out a positively miserable apology (again).

"Besides," Gil put on his most charming smile, which she always said made him look suspicious, "I think valentine's is a little much for our first date, isn't it?"

Thena laughed again, and god he could listen to that for hours. He would make it his ringtone if she would let him. "I suppose that is a little forward of me."

"I mean Thena, I don't know what you heard about me, but I like to take it slow," he continued to joke, relishing in her laughter. It was so light and cute for how stern she always tried to look. "I'll pick you up and everything."

"You'll 'pick me up'?" she repeated back to him with her sandy blonde eyebrows raised. She had plucked them recently; she really was bored sitting at home all day.

"Sure," he shrugged and nodded in the direction of the guest room--her room. "I'll pick you up at 10."

[ottosbigtop]

I saw that on one your old @ottoslab blog that one of the Psychonauts tag posts was about D’artagnan so I wanted to ask if he’s still a thing in your AU (is that the right word for it?) I just find cut content from games really interesting and fan interpretations more so, so I was curious (Sorry if this is long, I REALLY LOVE PSYCHONAUTS AND TROLLHUNTER STUFF YOUR ART IS SO COOL!!!)

thank u!!! Im still a bit stuck on what exactly dart’s up to, but the tldr is that he’s a tube baby clone of Raz that was meant to copy all of Raz’s brain powers for a villain- Elka’s father- to utilize. But Dart ultimately failed and now he’s just Elka’s weird little brother slash evil goon.

[witchofthesouls]

for the tfp kids as other au...why Raf is a dragon, and not a Dragon? Like, I assume there´s a difference between those therms. What would make him change into the latter? Also, idk why, but I imagined Miko would end up with Jack, lol. Idk if them three ending as a proper trio is plausible, cause the age difference or not. Just asking cause I have no idea how the Tarn/Miko thing came to be, not that I´m complaining cause I kinda like it lol.

The Tarn/Miko crackship came from this ask about a TFP!Tarn with a soulmate that he found out to be an Autobot-aligned human that's a Wrecker. That's fucking Miko, and the entire concept is hilarious to me, especially with an Other!AU so everyone needs to deal with culture clash and alien biology. (The extended Nakadai family are well aware of their yōkai origins, and the Earthlings are losing their minds that aliens have a soulmate phenomenon as well.)

I did write some thoughts about Jack/Miko pairing, but I basically view them as platonic soulmates/'ride or die' where time and distance is of no consequence. I can see them as a romantic couple, but after a decade of maturing and settling into their own selves. They (along with Raf) would have so many inside jokes about their time with the Autobots.

A dragon is basically an umbrella term for any and all those kinds of draconian beings and various hybrids. But a Dragon is something else completely. They're not born. They're chosen. Such individuals are living acts of theurgy, the bridge between humanity's potential and divine authority of the celestial bodies. They're considered portents of change; something between monster and godkin. Because Dragons embody a specific Aspect from their resurrection, they typically don't live long as no Dragon is made from peace.

Raf (like countless humans) has the potential to become a Dragon, but whether or not it happens is the choice he must face in that crucial moment that many will balk or be consumed by the inferno.

He's also far more aware of what is expected should he gain and lose should he complete the covenant. He's seen what happened to his older sister, who had made a deal with another powerful entity to return back her Earth. Pilar is missing something integral. She's not soulless, but the experienced can tell her fatigue comes from an extremely consuming deal and she always seems preoccupied by something else. Perhaps she could be the first Dragon to die of old age...

On a side note, Dragons are basically part of the answers I built in regards to humanity's relations with Others. Cultures across the world have many tales and folklore that are either enchanted or terrified by the supernatural, so it's part of the "What are the traits they would find beguiling and horrified by?" I'm taking the adaptability to the extreme.

[multicolour-ink]

Why I follow you : many many cute Mario AUs with wholesome Bros headcanons, but mostly because you're a delightful sweetie and talking with you always brightens my day ❤

Why Are You Following Me?

Awww that's so sweet thank you 🥲

Many many AUs is correct 😆

[definitelynotshouting]

one advantage doc's mystery solution might have over natural watcher eating is that machines can probably take a lot more voltage than a natural brain for the same space and can be put somewhere where you know exactly where it is. bland watcher chow in bulk on demand, something the guy who was chronically starving for years would be really appreciative of

Oh yeah 100%, the machine that Doc creates isn't sentient and therefore it just cant get french fried the way a Player can. It's also stationary and easy to turn on, and the only real drawback to it is that it's too big to be moved without disassembling it (or rebuilding a new one) first. I could see Doc eventually figuring out how to make a portable version, but i think it would take him some time, and i dont think we'll end up seeing that in the fic itself.

And ofc like you said, bland or not, it's genuinely the best solution available and gives him the opportunity to stay in Hermitcraft without starving anymore. Thats something he really, really appreciates, more than he can actually put words to

[dexalyys]

hi! just wondering, is there anywhere to read plush star fever from the beginning if i don’t have twitter?

uuunfortunately it’s only available on twitter ;; id upload it to other platforms too, but since the majority of the comic up until recently was a tmc au, it’s super outdated and i wouldn’t want to revive that aspect of it by keeping the context of previous panels. i have considered maybe re-making the entire thing for fun a little while down the line ? but i’m not 100% on that