#sanctuary au

[twst-drabbles]

Floyd 11

Summary: You were smoking by the window when Floyd decided now would be an amazing time to dive into the pool you had installed. In his full form. And now he won’t stop looking at you for attention. Haa, you know what, you were in need of a distraction anyway.

(Hehehe the subject is rather heavy, but Floyd is as Floyd does, saying things seemingly vague but not really. Cheeky eel.)

You’ve been working on getting rid of the habit, you swear. Sure sure, you don’t exactly look convincing when you’re leaning on the window sill, packet of cigarettes at hand as though they never left your side and taking gentle drags like you’re trying to savor it, but this was your first cig in a while. You had this same pack for about a few months.

It’s slow going, but you’re going. Soon you’ll stop. Soon you’ll be at the point where you’ll just forget the urge to reach for your lighter. But not today. There’s too much energy in your spine and your head has been itching. Waiting. Like it’s anticipating something even though there’s nothing.

Haa… you don’t understand this. You don’t know how to fix this.

You took a slow drag and breathed out. Something within you quieted a bit and you couldn’t help but close your eyes. Wind drifted over your face. It was nice. Relaxing.

Then you heard a splash. You and your cigarette were drenched in water.

“Hey!”

You opened your eyes to see a large Floyd lounging on his slick tail, lazily waving at you like he didn’t have the energy to do anything more, despite his big, toothy grin.

You snorted out water then sighed at the sight of your useless cigarette. You dropped it in the ash tray.

You thought you were alone, since everyone is usually doing their own thing outside or in their pocket homes, but you guess you can’t always rely on the convince of routine to keep you safe. Floyd saw you, clearly, and intentionally made a splash at you.

Floyd, when he first saw you, wanted in on this bad habit of yours. But, when you said no, he basically made it his job to stop you when he sees you. It’s easy to see it as him being childish. ‘If I can’t have it, you can’t either,’ type of thing, but that’s not quite it, now is it?

You want to get rid of this bad habit, so Floyd will be the menace to get you to slow down and stop. Weird, weird eel.

Well, not like you can ask for anything else. This too was something you appreciated, as annoying as he can be.

So, when you finally noticed that Floyd’s eyes have never once left you, you figured it would best to join him, if only to keep yourself from scratching that addicting itch.

“So,” Floyd slithered right next to your knees as soon as you sat down, “what’s bothering ya? You haven’t been that careless in a while, so what’s got you smoking right where I can see you?”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” you splashed your hands, attempting to scrub out a spot in your palm, only to find that that’s just another scar that won’t fade, “It just feels like something’s nagging at me. Kinda wound up. Tight. Can’t tell you why that is, though.”

“So that’s what made you smoke?” Floyd dragged his upper body out, not caring for the water that surged and soaked your clothes, “’Cause you can’t think of anything else that’ll make you feel better?” He picked at a loose thread laying on your thigh, pulled, then snapped it off. Another place for your clothes to fray open.

Lot of them have been falling apart, actually. Huh. You never noticed how worn out your clothes have been. Guess they’re just too old to handle any more stress.

“Don’t do that,” you said, though you did nothing to stop his claws from tugging the loose end of your shorts, “Well, I guess. It just easier to de-stress with a pack around and a lighter in your pocket. Not like I know anything that’ll help me.”

You had hobbies but those become hard to keep up with when you spent all that time just looking for your lost ones. And trying to get back into them, you know you’ll be frustrated at the decay in skills. So you’d rather not bother.

“Hmm,” Floyd lowered his head and plopped it right on your lap. He started to playfully tap your knuckles with his claws. “What about me?”

His tail exited the water and curled around you.

“What about you?” you grabbed his hand and gently pushed against the webbing between his fingers. He really had the gall to pretend to think about it, like there were no other choices for him to pick from.

“You can use me,” Floyd’s smile was small, cheeky as he basically trapped you in his tail, “in any way you like. That’ll help get the stress out, right?”

You can take a guess as to what he’s talking about.

You chuckled as you leaned back.

“Alright, then I’ll use you to rest my back,” you smiled at the frown that spread on Floyd’s face, “Resting is also de-stressing.”

“…you’re no fun.” Floyd grumbled but didn’t fight it.

[banananaaaa]

I really like your Siren!Vil @twst-drabbles

[avida-heidia-5]

TW: Blood!

I’ve been obsessing over this fanfic series I stumbled across recently called Sanctuary by pumpkinning / @sunshinesebby.

For those who don’t know, it’s a Sebchal folk horror romance AU that involves magic, necromancy, gore, death, sexual tension, pining, bondage, and horror elements and themes that’ll send shivers down your spine.

If you like that sort of thing, I highly recommend giving it a read! It’s sooo goooood!!!!! 😍😍😍😍

More sketches to come! 😊

[hungriestheidi]

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[sunshinesebby]

it's doooooone ! chapter 33 of sanctuary, rage 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[sticktopia]

For those who have watched the newest AvM episode;

THIS CREEPER BEE HAD ME WRAPPED AROUND IT’S TINY LITTLE FINGERS!!! AND THE FACT THAT HE BASICALLY DIES AT THE END ABSOLUTELY KILLS ME!!!

So to make myself feel better, I brought him into the garden. I even named him Bean Charlies Beeper. It’s cannon now and yall can fight me on that.

[wsbhonni]

COLLECTKIN FANDOM- COME GET YOUR JUICE!!!

This is a fic that was a collaboration between me and @spoopieere (aka, Orange)! I'll be posting this fic to tumblr in a bit- in the mean time, here's the Ao3 link!!!

(Title Image by @spoopieere)

[ladyhallen]

I need to know: How do Sanctuary Kids react when they see Harry and/or James Potter?

I mean Master Harry has to look like them.

Well, For one, Master Harry didn't really keep his time travelling a quiet. Master Harry, if you remember, has terrible PTSD and is a secret alcohol addict. He drinks when the kids aren't there and uses magic to purge it afterwards, not wanting them to see him do it. (not that its a much of a secret from the older kids who love him and are concerned about his liver.)

That state of mind means that he's sometimes not aware that he's letting slip the time displacement thing.

The kids are not stupid. If he keeps saying shit like, "I don't remember that happening during history class." under his breath, then they're going to connect clues.

So when they see James Potter, they're like, ah, the lesser version of Master Harry. Could be a cousin, could be a grandfather, lets just keep watch over him. (But lets be real, there was probably a mass gossiping session with the entire Network when they saw James Potter for the first time in the Wizengamot with his dad.)

When they see Lily Evans, there was less gossip, more intrigue because man, those eyes look super familiar. They didn't connect the dots until the two started dating and went, Wait A Minute.

When Baby Harry was Born, there was a like a massive party. Partly because their Master Harry was born and that they just finally discovered his freaking birthday.

Master Harry was like, "Wait, I didn't tell y'all about the time displacement?"

And they all went, "We know," fondly.

All of the Network kids are rabidly overprotective of Baby Harry. Tom Riddle, in particular, has an entire cadre of his street kids* watch over him whenever he goes to Diagon Alley with his family.

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*I am so tempted to call the street kids the "Baker Street Regulars" as a call back to Sherlock Holmes but lmao, that's going too far. Maybe someone can think up what Tom Overlord Riddle is gonna call them?

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

hello im new here but i saw your sanctuary au and i really like it!! unfortunately trying to go through the tag only yielded me two posts and i know there's more bc i saw another one while scrolling the whole blog but anyway that's to say if you've talked about the others who are at the sanctuary i only saw Dain's detailed post and here i sit wondering about sanctuary au dottore and/or capitano and how they interact with foul legacy (based on a canon voiceline is our moth wanting to politely spar with cap or does he just try to fight him at any given opportunity? i think i saw that dot can teleport so what kind of shenanigans does he get himself into?) im going to try to search for the rest of the sanctuary au posts as well i love this au

D: oh nooo the tags for it aren't working?? ARGH i will try to fix it when i have the time because that AU is one of my favorites :)) (also, i did not create it!! the wonderful @/pastelpeachyposts thought it into existence and i am eternally grateful that they did :D

HARBINGERS!!!! MORE HARBINGERS I LOVE THE HARBINGERS- i usually portray Foul Legacy Childe as less battle hungry than in game, but i think he'd still be up for some friendly sparring with a monstery Capitano!! you tell them both that you prefer no blood drawn, but they usually end up with a few nicks here and there, and you simply sigh and sit both of them down to be patched up. Childe still admires Capitano a little bit because he's strong and powerful, but honestly more than anything they both admire YOU for keeping your sanity intact while dealing with multiple Abyss monsters, some of which are NOT as polite and peaceful as Childe

example: Dottore

he probably ranks second in terms of "most chaotic", outdone only by Columbina- but you'd actually rather take care of Columbina, since she's fairly cheerful and likes snuggling, which always calms her down. Dottore on the other hand is not so easily pacified, and yes, he can teleport. now usually he'll tell you if he wants to go outside (or is going outside, you can't really stop him), but sometimes he unconsciously teleports when he's asleep, and when he wakes up he immediately starts getting into mischief. he doesn't panic at all, which is nice, but he also does what he wants and will do it NOW until he gets bored. additionally, the only person he has a chance of listening to is you, so whenever he suddenly appears in some city you'll get immediately contacted, either by friends or officials, to come and get your science-loving Harbinger monster. he'll hiss and sulk a bit, but usually he listens when you say he can continue his experiments at home

and while he trots off to the little lab he's constructed, you slump over in Childe's arms, exhausted from a day of chasing down a stubborn Dottore

[hopeofmorning910writes]

Hello there!

I just read your work, "Sanctuary," and I'm????

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Your worldbuilding is always so amazing and you always draw your readers in with the depth and I just want to say I really enjoy all your works!! Thank you for posting them!

Thank YOU for reading them! 💕😊

And thank you for taking the time to drop by my tumblr to leave such a kind message. It makes me really happy to hear that you enjoy my works. 🥰

[twst-drabbles]

Octavinelle 17

Summary: A stranger approaches you while you're relaxing on the beach. Your large seafolk don't really take to people just coming up to you all that well.

(My brain is all over the place again. Writing a little bit of everything. Have patience and enjoy the seafolk intimidating peeps with their large forms. I have written, so many words!)

That pocket dimension back home was a strange thing indeed. There wasn't really a surface to breach, nor was there a beach to lay on. It was just water in all directions, no matter how far one goes.

So, with the help of some potions and other magical things, you took the seafolk right into an odd beach that you're more than sure Crowley made somehow. You don't know how, but it had crow shape stones sitting on top of a boulder, so you know he did something.

Well, either way, this place was yours for the playing and the relaxing with.

As soon as you set up the towel and umbrella, all of the seafolk carefully set into the water before they all just dove in.

Azul sank deep into the water as soon as he morphed into his true form, just making bubbles with his lips while he sat there and enjoyed the sun.

Jade seemed to be carving into a raised rock in the water with his claw. He always seems to be busying himself with various little projects and hobbies. Likes to keep his hands busy when he can, for one reason or another.

And Floyd was, well, being Floyd. He was diving to the bottom and seems to be digging for things. Clams, sand-dollars, dead starfish. And just when you weren't paying attention to him, he threw wet sand and seaweed right at your knees.

You didn't exactly come to the beach for yourself to be perfectly honest. Sure, the waters are crystal clear and the weather was just perfect, but it was just one of those days where you simply want to bask in the sun, take in the sea-salt smell and listen to the waves as the seafolk played among themselves.

"Uh, hey! Excuse me," then, an unfamiliar voice interrupted your daydreaming. "Is this spot taken?"

A stranger has made there way here. In a place with clear signs that this was a private beach.

You gave a sigh and pushed yourself up.

"Yeah, spot's taken," you waved behind you, "might want to go elsewhere. It's a private beach."

"Wait, really? Well, can I stay? It's not like you anyone needs to know. You don't really need all this space to yourself right? See, it's my kid's birthday and I wanted to bring the family somewhere really special and--"

Then, there was a dual harsh clicking, right from the throats of Jade and Floyd as they crawled from the waters they were just splashing around in. Jade came to your right side, Floyd covered your left. Water dripped off of them both and right onto your skin.

"…holy--"

A hand landed gently dug its gray fingers into sand and your once guppy dragged himself out of the ever-deep ocean. Deliberately slow, both to not make the waves blanket you while you're relaxing under the shade and also to establish a presence.

You would scold him, but Azul's entirely too in character to really listen. He, Jade and Floyd. Look at them all. Jade was curling his large tail this was and that around your legs to truly make his size and length known. Floyd was grinning and looked three seconds away from slithering right up to this stranger and squeezing him just for the fun of it. And Azul…

Azul didn't do anything besides plop his chin on his folded hands, oh so politely lowering himself just to meet the gaze of this stranger who wandered into this spot snagged. His smile wasn't wide but it was there. Empty, not a shred of warmth in there, but charming to those that don't know him.

"My, I wasn't expecting a guest at all, especially not on this private part of the beach," without the water and layers of barrier to separate you all, Azul's voice was sharper than you're used to. Weird. "Had I known ahead of time that strangers were prone to just wandering into places they're not supposed to be, I would've prepared some entertainment."

Ah. He's angry. Just angry and annoyed. Doesn't see this person as any sort of threat or danger, otherwise there wouldn't be any words. There would only be odd masterfully manipulated waves as they avoid you, but drag this stranger under into the dark depths of the sea.

"Should I do the honors and receive this guest?" Jade gave a wide smile, baring his teeth, "I'll be sure to give them the warmest of welcomes."

"Oh come on, isn't it my turn this time?" Floyd clapped a hand on Jade's shoulder, "I'm sure this little slug could do with some squeezing."

"Stop that," you sighed out, kicking Jade's and Floyd's tail off of your legs. Ugh, they're all slimed up. You didn't get up, just lifted your head to look at the slowly retreating stranger, "Yeah, you might want to leave. Public beach is a ways down from here. Hope you can snag a spot for the birthday celebration."

"Thank you so much sorry to bother you have a nice day!" Apparently that was all the permission they needed to make a mad dash out of here. Well, as much one could dash on dry sand and sandals.

"Oh dear, they tripped," Jade noted, "should I help them up?"

"Jade," you warned.

"I'm joking, dear Caretaker," he injected a lot of fondness in that sentence.

But yeah, a joke. Sure.

"Alright, now then," Azul, let the facade drop and rolled his shoulders, not used to his true weight on land, "let's leave the Caretaker to their relaxing while we take a swim, shall we?"

"Huh?" Floyd, not in the mood, flopped over right over your thighs. You made a noise of discomfort, heavy as he was, but Floyd ignored you. "I don't wanna. I'm tired of just swimming and hunting."

"Really now, why must you be like this?" Azul sighed, tired of his antics, but then something caught his eye in the distance, "Would you say no to chasing boats?"

Now that caught his attention. "Oh? Where? Let me see."

"There, that red dot in the distance," Azul didn't finish before Floyd dragged himself back into the water. He speed off and soon was out of line of sight.

"Hmm, I wonder if they'll have anything interesting on their vessel," Jade follows after, a little slower.

"Azul," you called to him before he could sink back under, "come here."

Just his face alone was enough to give you all the shade you needed and more. He leaned in close, wanting to hear every word that comes out of you.

"Yes?"

"Make sure none of you get into legal trouble," because attempting to stop any all trouble all together was just not going to happen. May as well just settle for this instead so it doesn't go back to you.

Azul gave the softest of laughs. "Well, if that boat is so willing to risk fishing in protected waters, then they shouldn't be afraid of the consequences that may happen. Of what may lurk in the seas they treat as an untouched treasury."

"Azul."

"Fine fine, but I won't make promises."

Eh, that's enough for you. Trying is better than nothing.

[nothing-is-relevent-but-it-is]

/dsmp Sanctuary AU

The sting of cold water drips from Tommy's face as he stares into the mirror. Sheer terror stares back at him and he takes in a breath to try and wrestle it down.

He'd had no choice, he reasons.

That's not true, his reflection argues, loathing scratching at his throat. He could have kept himself safe. That would have been reason enough.

'They're hurt.'

Good.

'Dream claimed sanctuary.'

Fuck him.

'Dream brought Wilbur somewhere safe.'

...

...

Tommy leaves his reflection, eyes boring into his skull until the door is properly shut behind him. With heavy steps he makes his way to the guest room.

Funnily enough, he remembers building this room with the very occupants who now reside in it. That was so, so long ago, though. Back when he was a real child.

He can't say it's not humiliating to walk in and immediately feel like that young boy again. The echoing stones, high ceilings, and one large bed all come together to paint a scene not unlike that of a kid seeking out his parents after a nightmare.

The only difference here is that this is the nightmare.

The bandages he'd mindlessly applied earlier are stained with the blood seeping through. Dream's ragged breathing could almost be a snore if it didn't shake his entire chest like a death rattle. The man's limbs twitch from time to time, as though fighting off invisible pinpricks. Wilbur, by contrast, is eerily still. Slumped and pale with an eerie tinge of blue to his lips. He could be lifeless if Tommy couldn't see the painfully slow rise and fall to his chest.

The sight fills him with a vindictive pleasure that immediately sickens him.

How many times has he fantasized, willed, prayed for Dream's death? How many times has he planned for it? How many times has he imagined what it would be like if he could just rid himself of the man forever?

Prime alive, how many times had he prayed for Wilbur to just stay dead?

...

The church is silent but for the sound of unsteady breathing.

Tommy summons his health potions and slowly gets to work.

[writingsboring]

Prompt: 1. it's not too late, lets go

Fan fiction: Twisted wonderland pet au, by twst drabbles, this is not cannon!

Rating: G for general

Warnings: small mentions of blood and burned possessions

Yuu sat there, the entire house was burned to a crisp. They felt tears rush down their cheeks and a buzzing sensation on their shins. They assumed the burnt wood and metal were digging in their skin leaving splinters and bruises, but their brain hadn't registered..or maybe they simply ignored it. “...everything, they took everything” Yuu whispered to themselves as if trying to understand the horrific scene in front of them, they sat there for what felt like years just staring, they hadn’t even felt Crowley's hand on their shoulder until he gave it a light shake. When they turned around they were faced with a familiar bucket, the said bucket had thousands of scratches and bite marks, Yuu felt the need to throw up. “It's not too late..lets go” Crowley whispered helping them up, their knees now bruised and bloody. Crowley threw his arm over their shoulder helping them walk, yet Yuu’s eyes never left the rubble.

@twst-drabbles

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

I'm in my Sanctuary feels today, so I'm now envisioning a meeting between Lena and Helen Magnus around the time Lena gets settled in National City.

Some backstory: Lionel has been a long time financier of the Sanctuary network, purely because Helen is so... Helen. He doesn't actually really know what the Sanctuary does, but he funds their operations throughout his life, and it continues until Lena takes over, digs into the financial records, and notices the funds going out to this mysterious and, quite frankly, shady global network.

So she calls a meeting with this Helen Magnus.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you," Lena greets as Jess shows Helen into her office. "My father spoke quite highly of you."

Helen smiles. "We have met, actually. But you were just a girl. Around the time of your adoption." When she sees Lena's eyebrows lift in surprise, she graciously waves it away. "I'm not surprised you don't remember."

After shaking hands, they settle into their respective seats-- Lena behind her desk, Helen in front of it. It's a clear division of power, but there's something about Helen that makes Lena feel... not inadequate, but soemthing adjacent. She straightens her spine and gets straight to the point.

"I assume you've surmised the purpose of today's discussion."

Helen nods. "Your father's charitable donations to my network."

"Precisely." Lena regards her with a sharp eye, searching for any sign of falsehood. Gazing at the woman, however, Lena begins to doubt that she'd be able to spot any lies-- Helen's affectation is cool, confident, and impenetrable.

"As you are aware," Lena continues, "my father issued considerable funds to your endeavors, however despite my best efforts, I have been unable to locate any information regarding the work the Sanctuary network does."

"The nature of my business requires a certain amount of discretion," Helen confirms readily.

Lena lifts her chin. "As much as I would like to honor my father's intentions, I am not in a position to blindly funnel any amount of funds to an organization I know nothing about. So unless you are unable to explain the nature and purpose of your work, I'm afraid I will have to terminate any and all connections with the Sanctuary network."

Lena isn't sure what to expect. Outrage, perhaps, if it were anyone but the collected Helen Magnus. At least a darkening of her keen gaze, a silent promise to retaliate against the ultimatum.

But Helen's smile only grows.

"You needn't strong arm me, Miss Luthor. All you needed to do was ask."

Lena arches her brow expectantly. "Well?"

"I'm afraid this is a situation where it will better to show you, rather than explain here." Reaching into her bag, Helen retrieves a compact metal wallet, and withdraws a business card. Lena notes with interest that the enameled wallet appears to be vintage. Early to mid 1900s, perhaps.

Taking the card, Lena studies it for a brief moment. It's of decent stock, and professionally designed. But as she turns it in the light, the print seems to shift from reading Helen Magnus' names and salutations to a single phrase: Sanctuary for All.

Before Lena can address it, Helen stands, effectively bringing their conversation to an end.

"I can have a car come to collect you--"

"I have my own means--"

"As I said, the nature of our business is sensitive. Including the location of our facility. But I would be happy to give you a personal tour, and answer any questions you may have."

Lena inhales, making a mental note to bring a tracker with her. It doesn't even occur to her to decline the offer altogether.

"Very well." Rising to her feet, Lena reaches across her desk to shake Helen's hand. "Thank you for your time."

Helen's eyes warm. "I look forward to working with you."

With that, she sweeps from the room, seeming to take all the air along with her. Lena is left to do nothing but stare at the card in her hand, wondering what exactly she's gotten herself into.

[sunshinesebby]

chapter 32 of sanctuary, yours for the taking, is out

[sticktopia]

I got bored again. So here’s a funky little colab for anyone who wants to!

Your OC has been called to the garden. What is their cause of death? What do their death scars look like? Tell us their story

Some examples of death scars are under the cut along with an example of how it would work/look like 👍✨

Death Scars: (I know there might be some I forgot. If they aren’t there,imagine what they’d look like to you! That or you can ask 👍)

Example:

Bonus points if you can guess how this stick died