#just 2 more to go

[1luckyrubberducky]

Seeing these au stories really gets me to push the AUau comic even more. The stories I have planned for each character are just about ready!

[quanblovk]

The greatest warrior in the galaxy goes shopping with the shadow of the greatest swordsman.

▪︎Prologue

▪︎Chapter 1: A mysterious encounter!

▪︎Chapter 2: Shadow Cashier Dee's fate.

▪︎Chapter 3: A new friend or foe?

(Reccomended reading music)

The sight of Dreamland's Pupupu Mart was nothing like it's mirror version. The moment Dark Meta Knight stepped into the store, he was instantly greeted with a much livelier atmosphere than usual. The difference was big enough to catch him off guard, everything was so much more colorful and light-hearted. The shop's theme song blasts through the speakers as the customers happily shop to its tune. Staff members would energetically advertise their products and give out free samples, cashiers would engage in cheerful conversations with the customers checking out. Waddle dees waddled, Waddle doos doodled, everyone enjoyed shopping at Pupupu mart! Though they were abit skeptical at the knight's appearance, they paid no heed to it and continued about their day. The dark knight lets out a silent sigh of relief under his cape and searches for the soup aisle. The variety of products and cleanliness of the whole area certainly made an impression on him, Dreamland's Pupupu mart truly was something else entirely. The shelves were full of unfamiliar brands with a whole assortment of flavors that he'd never tasted before. Mirror Pupupu mart only had maxim tomato and onion soup cans, which weren't always fully stocked at times as well. Although it was tempting to try out a new flavour, Dark Meta Knight shook it off and scanned for the bright red can with the letter "M".

Finally, the knight found it, the nutritious tomato paste. He quickly walked towards it and reached out. However....

"Lord Meta Knight? Fancy seeing you here! No...you aren't him...you're...."

"....!"

He recoiled back and hastily pulled up his cape. That shitake mask...those horns...those eyes...it was no mistake, that was the temporal warrior himself, Galacta Knight, shopping for the same soup cans as he was. Why is he here In a place like this?

"H-his twin!!"

Huh?

"You're his brother! That torned cape, those crimson red sabatons, your glowing eyes....there's no mistake. You're Meta Knight's evil twin!"

H-huh?

"Ahh I'm joking, I never liked the concept of a "good" and "evil" twin anyways. It's too biased and cruel. I still can't believe people gave you the nickname "Dark Meta Knight"."

What the hell is he talking about?

"*Ahem* sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. How rude of me. My name is Galacta Knight and yes, I am the Galacta Knight- The greatest warrior in the galaxy. Or whatever title people know me by, there's too much to keep track of!"

"......."

"So..." the warrior steps closer towards the dark knight, lowering his eye level to match his. "What brings you to this place?"

"!?!-"

[-pause music-]

What's with that look? Place? Is that implying something else other than this store?

Does he know? Does Galacta Knight know he was Meta Knight's reflection? If he does...then that means he's been toying with him earlier...but why? Is he suspicious of him?

"Hmph, I'm just here to pick up my groceries. It doesn't concern you-"

"And you expect me to believe you so easily?"

The galactic warrior approaches closer, practically almost touching the mirror knight's forehead. Never before had Dark Meta Knight truly feared anyone, including Dark Mind. But...

As his eyes met with the piercing red gaze of the temporal warrior's, every fiber of his body stood on edge. Even a fool could realize how dangerous this situation is-!

Dark Meta Knight still held his composure despite Galacta Knight's overwhelming presence. He wasn't going to let this stop him from getting what he wants. After all, leaving now would mean giving up and that definitely wasn't an option for the dark knight.

"I don't know what you take me for, but I can assure you, I merely came here to shop."

"No, that's not the only reason why you're here. I know what you're doing."

What? But he really WAS there to just buy tomato soup...unless...no, it can't be- how could he possibly know about- that's impossible. The chance of Galacta Knight knowing of his project were near to zero, not to mention that this bird wasn't present during Dark Mind's invasion-

"You're not only here to shop, you're here to....avoid your brother."

..........this couldn't get any more ridiculous.

[-Resume music-]

Galacta Knight backed away and assumed a more friendly tone.

"I know when a person is intentionally trying to avoid somebody. You're trying to hide from him, aren't you? Did you have a little sibling quarrel~?"

Dark Meta Knight grumbled underneath his cape and glared at him. The knight desperately wanted to snatch the soup can and leave as he wasn't going to waste time with this man. But then, something appeared in his mind. Didn't Galacta Knight have something to do with those Jamba Hearts prior to his imprisonment? This changes everything, because the warrior's knowledge on them was very valuable to him. Knowing this, the dark knight decided to play along with whatever his new "friend" had in store.

"....yes."

"Hah, I knew it!"

Galacta Knight lightly chuckles and swiftly steps over to his side, playfully patting his shoulder. As he does so, the warrior looks fixedly on the small bits of white paint on Dark Meta Knight's pauldron, noticing the scratches. But before he could think of anything, the knight immediately pushed him off and burried his face further into the dark fabric.

"Don't touch me."

"Ah, my apologies. It was rude of me to treat you so friendly even though we've just met. You just remind me of your brother, thats all. Haha!"

Dark Meta Knight had no idea why Galacta Knight was acting so friendly towards him. It was....very strange. He was not used to this feeling. Even though he did experience kindness from a fairy and her human, something about this encounter was much different.

"Come on, what are you standing around for? You're here to pick up groceries right? Then let's do it together, that would buy you some more time to avoid Meta Knight~"

"I-.....alright..."

It wouldn't hurt to look around, even though he only had enough for a maxim tomato soup can. Before he could finish his train of thought, he felt his hand getting grabbed through his cape.

"Forward~!☆"

Galacta Knight lightly pulls his hand, signaling Dark Meta Knight to start moving. He turns around to smile warmly at him as he does so, despite knowing his mask would cast shade over it. In response, the knight sighs defeatedly and follows along.

[Next]

[mynnthia]

was talking with a friend about how some of dunmeshi fаndom misunderstands kabru's initial feelings towards laios.

to sum up kabru's situation via a self-contained modernized metaphor:

kabru is like a guy who lost his entire family in a highly traumatic car accident. years later he joins a discord server and takes note of laios, another server member who seems interesting, so they start chatting. then laios reveals his special interest and favorite movie of all time is David Cronenberg's Crash (1996), and invites kabru to go watch a demolition derby with him

[hinamie]

I'll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite

[spitblaze]

I guess Chilchuck has brought us right back to 'adults who are short are child-coded and if you like them you're a pedophile' discourse huh

[caputvulpinum]

yeah we might be brothers in christ but so were cain and abel so shut the fuck up before i decide to find a rock about it

[emberglowfox]

birds of a feather

[chloesimaginationthings]

Jeremy Fitzgerald bravery in FNAF 2 worries Michael..

[snek-eyes]

The fact that Aziraphale emerges from this flashback

Makes this face

and then with a ginormous gap on the right side of the screen, proceeds to be like "I must call Crowley right now immediately."

[pineapple-frenzy]

Book 2 au: sparring sessions and short hair katara

They like to have sparring sessions in order to keep their bending skills sharp. They allow themselves to go all out and not hold back at all cause they know if anyone got hurt, Katara could just heal them

But anyways, wouldn't it be kinda funny if Zuko accidentally burned Katara's hair tho? Aofkqldkkajfjd

The "I think we can save the hairloops" line is from @linnoya-writes thank you for that!! :>>

[alienssstufff]

ETHO - BDUBS - GEM Designs for Season 10!

They be pirates :]

Every new smp/series I come across- i like to assign an overarching theme to it and this hc season is no different:

The mainland of Season 10 is riddled with pirates and cowboys. Each hermit is wanted of some charge, for one reason or another. As initiation, losing a life will remove that bounty and that hermit can start fresh. But becoming the last survivor, that hermit will be gifted the Treasure of the Island (whatever the reward Grian says it is 😭)

[sapsolace]

obsessed w these boneheads as of late :]

[homosexualslug]

realized that both the beginning and the end of the happy paris stage of Loumand's relationship has this same contrasting orange to blue/green color scheme. and like. the visual metaphor of Armand literally leaving his cold, lifeless world behind him and choosing the bright, golden warmth of life with Louis instead of killing him like he was supposed to in that tunnel. but as soon as he chooses the coven over Louis, he separates from the warmth like oil in water that was never supposed to be there. and now he's back out in the cold. I'm normal about this, btw.

[hinamie]

shows up a day early with a nobara birthday tribute

[humans-are-tasty]

[zephyrchama]

Water Wrinkles

Seven demon brothers sat solemnly in a circle around you. You did your best to ignore them. It wasn't often that you got to spend time at the human world villa, and you were intent on soaking up as much sun as you could before returning to the Devildom.

You reclined your beach chair back, crossing your arms under your still-wet hair. It was a gorgeous day. Perfect for being at the pool.

Leviathan let out a muffled sob. As the demon with the highest affinity for water, he blamed himself.

"Let us take you to a hospital," Satan insisted for the tenth time.

"They're going to laugh us out of the ER," you nonchalantly repeated.

Satan lowered his eyes and muttered, "I couldn't find any traces of a curse in the water... So how...?"

Asmodeus had his head in his hands, unresponsive. Sometimes his fingers curled around the ends of his hair. You briefly glanced over to make sure he didn't pull his hair out - that would be grounds for a real emergency.

"I can't bear to watch. Lucifer, do somethin'," Mammon whined. He was fidgeting all over the place and winced whenever he looked at your feet.

The oldest glared at you. You knew it was out of concern, but his fears were unfounded. Even Lucifer refused to listen to reason when he thought you were in danger.

"Actually, yeah. Lucifer, can you pass me a towel?" you asked. It was embarrassing having seven shirtless demons intensely staring at you. If they wouldn't let you go back in the water, maybe covering up would make you feel less self-conscious.

Lucifer didn't move. It was Beelzebub who plucked a spare towel off his younger twin and handed it to you with a shaking arm. He looked like a wet puppy, having been the one who first discovered your "condition" and swept you out of the pool.

Belphegor hadn't gone in the water that day. He only hogged the plush towels because of how comfortable they were and, following Beelzebub's lead, dumped them all onto your chair. Now he sat, wide awake. He was anxiously squeezing a loose chunk of concrete but at some point, without realizing, it got crushed to powder in his hand.

You had more than enough towels now.

"In half an hour you're going to forget this all even happened," you said to reassure the worry warts.

"In half an hour, you might be gone!" Mammon snapped back.

"You're going to be a wrinkled mess of skin and bones," Asmodeus weeped quietly.

Leviathan pressed his hands over his ears. Though, with nothing to cover his eyes he was forced to look at your wrinkled hands again. Based on the noises he was making, you'd think someone was torturing him.

"As I've said!" you reiterated. "All humans get wrinkly in water. Look, now that I'm drying off it's going back to normal."

Beelzebub grabbed your ankle, raising it for the brothers to observe at eye level. "I don't see a difference."

You didn't expect the sudden manhandling and slunk several inches down the lounge chair while the demons stared at your foot. Kicking and twisting your leg was futile. You modestly crossed your free leg.

"I think it's getting worse," Satan said.

"We need to take action," Lucifer decided.

Asmodeus was actively quivering now. Belphegor and Leviathan had crept behind you and started picking at your wrinkly fingers. You tried to swat them away to no avail.

"Give me 25 minutes! Literally! Probably even less, this will go away on its own! I just need to dry off."

"We need a solution now," Mammon asserted. The cogs in his brain were turning. "We need fire."

You tried to sit up, to jump up and stop Mammon before he burned the whole villa down in an attempt to dry you off, but Beelzebub had not let go and you stumbled. You grazed your knee on the concrete and winced.

A second round of panic overcame the demon brothers. Beelzebub let go, Lucifer picked you up, and Belphegor wrapped your knee with every available towel he could lay his hands on. Asmodeus and Leviathan were crying on each other's shoulders. Mammon came running back, oblivious to the second disaster that just occurred, with a flaming stick in his hand that Satan tried to keep at bay. If you got burnt on top of everything else, they'd probably go insane and destroy the human world.

In the midst of the chaos you caught a glimpse of your hand. It was practically dry. You couldn't even see the wrinkles anymore. You angrily wiggled in Lucifer's grasp as various hands fussed over you.

"Stay!!" you shouted over the clamor.

The brothers went tumbling to the ground, save for Lucifer who fought to stay rooted in place. You could finally hear yourself think again. There was primarily one thought on your mind.

"I just want to go swimming."