#surprise lore dump in the tags

[honeysylvan]

I CHANGE MY MIND ROBERTO "GETS ALONG" WAY TOO MUCH WITH LILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SIR SHE IS NINETEEN YOU STEP AWAY!!!!!!!!!!

[pikbro]

doppelganger

[polyphonial-old]

@maileesque iblings......

[image id: two sketches of my ocs. the one on the left is cass, a girl with straight long hair and bangs. she has big round eyes and a button nose. she smiles at the viewer, her hair and cape flowing behind her. she holds a smiling mask halfway covering her face with one hand and waves with the other.

the one on the right is a bust drawing of ed, a guy. he has a nose with a bump, thin lips, a hooded eye with an eyebag under it, and a spiky eyebrow. his straight, slightly spiky hair goes down to the base of his neck and half of it is pulled back, indicated by a little doodle of his side profile. he also has a splash shaped scar covering the left side of his face and stretching down to the side of his neck and shoulder. his left eye is not open fully due to his scar. end id.]

[astererer]

poncho doodles ft @bellafragolina ‘s haunter hybrid in a scene redraw down below :)) i like to think that when a misdrevous hybrid becomes a mismagius there’s a tradition of receiving a hat and cloak/poncho as like a coming of age gift of sorts by family members (usually they r handmade), but it’s also expected that once a mismagius, they should make at least one of each themselves so that there’s always a spare should it be needed (or just to have different styles for different occasions). aster doesn’t usually wear her poncho though — she has her reasons xx

[mynameisnotsoda]

NOW INTRODUCING.... THE CRITTERS !!!

Technically Corvid is still a part of an au, i really like everyone's designs so i guess its just like a weird little au that are also kinda ocs?? Idk. Im still tagging it as the animatronicfication au and using the other ccs names but im completely separating wilbur from Corvid.

The one that probably changed the most is simp LMAO i just went back to his old design that was inspired by Luna (@starrixle's transfem simpbur turned oc) and Spencer is such a fitting name in my mind i literally can not imagine him with a different name *bwomp*

Also I'm working on refs for the other characters associated with the respective critters! I wanna finish them all and dump them into one post and I'll link it here when I'm done.

ANYWAY INFODUMP TIME

Before we go into individual characters i want to say that this is absolutely Minecraft. Like. The world is built off of Minecraft lore yk !!!! The overworld will still be called the overworld but it's basically just earth, with more magic and humanoid species! Along with supernatural creatures and cryptids n stuff :D also with more advanced tech considering Corvid exists pFF

Spencer for the most part kinda was like he is in canon or whatever. She used to lean more towards incel ideology because she was REALLY insecure and uncomfortable with herself for the longest time. Despite that, Spencer and Adrianne (egirl) started dating when they were 17, his unhealthy obsession with her was only fueled by her unhealthy attachment to him. They needed each other and it wasn't good for either of them. Spencer had developed horrible separation anxiety which only made things worse. Over time Adrianne became suffocated by his constant neediness, overwhelming insecurity, short temper and lack of contribution to household chores. It pained her to leave, but things needed to change. It wasn't until the breakup that Spencer met Shepard, who was his first irl friend in a long time. They met when they were around 22/23, at first Spencer just used Shepard as a distraction from Adrianne, especially since he was surprised that they wanted to even be his friend in the first place. But after a while he genuinely started to enjoy their company, plus they offered him really good advice and helped him through a gender/sexuality crisis. Eventually they became partners! Maybe not romantically, as they're both aromantic, but life partners nonetheless.

OH and i did make Spencer white/Salvadoran. Her mom is the first generation from immigrant parents while her dad is British; And her dad's younger brother is Adam's dad! He's also an ex-christian, he left due to religious trauma and moved to America to escape his family hA

Spencer's also a no sabo kid LMAO (he knows some words/phrases but other than that he cant speak Spanish to save his life)

ALSO ALSO. Oh my god i could talk about Spence all day LMAO but i made him a werewolf !!!! Hes SOO jealous of Adam because she wanted the cat genes but instead got bitten and turned into a werewolf as a teenager. She's done a pretty good job at hiding it from her family so Shepard's the only one who knows.

I already dumped everything about Adam into that other post, so I don't really have much else to add. HOWEVER !! Him and Spence are cousins now :3 Adam doesn't get to meet Spencer in person until he moves to America with Charlie & co, but he does follow her socials with his secret accounts that his parents don't know about. The only reason they know they're cousins is because Spencer's dad told her so and she reached out! Much to the dismay of Adam's parents but they've secretly kept in touch online.

Keith's pretty much stayed the same apart from a slight design revamp. Although I've made him a little older since originally i made him look young. But then I decided hes a dad so i started drawing him older for the asks pFF he also has a hooked nose now! In case it's not obvious. Keith got married to Jean VERY young, they were maybe 17/18 in human years. It was an arranged marriage and their only goal was to have an heir to the throne. Well they did, they had two kids, the eldest being a boy named Lune and the youngest being a girl named Sunny, who's the would be heir. Until Jean took both the kids and left. It was completely unprompted and left everyone in the kingdom confused, especially Keith. Sure, they had a loveless marriage and maybe he was insufferable at times, but he wanted to make it work if not for the kids then for the kingdom! But its been almost a year since she left, he's lost hope in ever finding her. Keith desperately wants his kids back, not because Sunny is the rightful heir— though that is part of it—but he loves them both dearly. He misses them the most.

Wilfred has pretty much stayed the same as well! I did give him a grey tshirt and darker hair to further distance his design from wilbur though. Hes just as unhinged and immoral as he used to be !!!! Nothing has changed aside from appearance actually.

Tobi also pretty much stayed the same except for its now got an orange jumper and lighter brown hair pFF although i do now have a story for him! Tobi was found by Alejandro in a storage auction, he managed to sell a lot of pretty valuable things from there but Tobi stood out, obviously, so he kept it. Alejandro is a travel vlogger and lives in an RV with his friends: Tomas, Philip and Charles. His friends just call him Alex. Anyway, they go from town to town trying local food, visiting tourists traps and vlogging the journey! While doing that they also try to find out how to get Tobi's memories back and possibly turn him human again, if they even can. So far they haven't had much luck but maybe one day...

Corvid was created as the backup singer and lead guitarist of the first all animatronic band! Brought to you by Beloved Entertainment! The other members include lead singer Ranboo Beloved, keytarist Tommy Raccoon, and bassist James Tomcat. Located in Ranboo's Mega Pizzaplex, the only location in the world (so far). Corvid adopts a showman personality while on stage, hes charismatic and such a heartthrob, very popular with the ladies. Off stage he's very calm and soft spoken, he's rather shy but still manages to be a flirt and a tease. Lightly poking fun at his bandmates, coworkers and even guests at times. He's definitely a fan favorite for a reason!

This was so fun to write and i cant wait to share more !!!! Stay tuned !!!!!!

[nattikay]

Shoutout to my mom who let me dump a bunch of spoilers on her so I could cry about Neteyam. Finally had the chance to get all that sobbing that dehydration robbed me of yesterday out of my system, and I’m feeling a little better now. I mean, the situation still makes me sad, but I don’t think I’ll continue to have my eyes suddenly start leaking every other hour like they did for most of today. :’)

so uuuhhh now that I’ve more or less gotten over that hurdle, I can finally sit down and make a post about all the other stuff from the movie! So here’s a list of some of the other thoughts and observations I had, not exactly comprehensive cuz this is all coming after 24 hours of grieving so I may not remember every single little thought I had, but here we go anyways (also tagging @tenebrius-excellium cuz you said you wanted to hear my thoughts):

-I just want to watch the first five or so minutes on loop for a while (although maybe without the cuts to Neytiri singing the songcord because 🥲, good golly the moment I saw that shot I, already being familiar with the lore behind songcords, was like oh NOOOOO), just the scenes of those ~14 peaceful years where the kids are growing up and the RDA is gone and everyone is happy together and it’s all just so sweet, this is the content I want, I want more of it, please pretty please, I know it’ll be a while before all the gif-makers are able to get a hold of those scenes but man as soon as they do goodness gracious I’m just gonna stare at it all for hours 😭

-While I was already assuming that the Metkayina didn’t actually know English and that we the audience were only hearing English for convenience, I was expecting that issue not to be directly addressed. So I was pleasantly surprised when it was subtly addressed with Jake’s voiceover about now being familiar enough with the Na’vi language to understand it as easily English as the audio of the kids bickering swapped from Na’vi to English. Theory confirmed!

-Speaking of the Na’vi language, I did feel very excited because I was able to understand some of the unsubtitled lines, which was a goal! so yay!! I mean, I didn’t understand every Na’vi line spoken (some of the longer ones I’ll definitely have to listen to more than once to piece together), but to even understand any of it at all, especially the ones without subtitles, felt very awesome!! dopamine rush babey!!!

-And on that note, the fact that Quaritch of all characters was making an effort to learn the language really surprised me! He struck me as the type of character to not give two craps about that sort of thing but hey. I definitely got a kick of out of Spider absolutely roasting him for his lack of skills hrh (note, I very most certainly do not condone actually mocking new learners making mistakes, obviously, but seeing as this is Quaritch we’re talking about...^^”) Spider’s line here was also a place I even managed to catch a subtitle discrepancy -- iirc, the subtitles read “You sound like a three-year-old!” but the actual line was nga plltxe na ‘eveng ahì’i! you speak like a small child! Which, I mean, y’know, same gist, but it was cool to be able to understand the actual words!! I also greatly enjoyed Spider trying to teach Quaritch the distinction between na and nga, just because man that’s one of those things every learner has been through, idk it was delightful to watch it go down between canon characters hrh

-Speaking of Quaritch and Spider....wow, I was surprised just how early they dropped the “Quartich’s son” bomb. That had been a pretty popular and plausible theory for a while, but I was expecting it to either be left up to interpretation or used as a bombshell later in the film. But nope, from the get-go it’s pretty heavily implied that not only is Quaritch Spider’s biological father, but that they’re both aware of this. So. Yeah, that was certainly a surprise.

-Kiri “I would rather drink acid than have Norm be my biological father” good gracious girl! like I mean yes the idea that Norm and Grace were secretly hookin’ up is obviously preposterous, but what did Norm ever do to you to deserve that reaction ^^; haha

-I mentioned in my High Ground post the three primary theories on Kiri’s origins. Having now seen the movie, I now think the mystical-Eywa-conception theory is by far the most likely. However, canonically it still remains a mystery/up to interpretation. Perhaps we’ll get more answers in movie 3...

-Y’know what, vulgarity is not typically my type of humor, but Lo’ak flippin’ Quaritch the double bird when asked to let him see his fingers did get a chuckle out of me hrh

-hey um yo the Metkayina kids were absolute JERKS, what the heck?? like good golly heckin’ rude. Except for Tsireya she’s chill I like her :)

-Personally I don’t think the story of this movie is a total rehash of the first one overall, but I can very mostly definitely see how people would consider it so. There were several lines in two scenes in particular, the one where the Sullies arrive at the Metkayina clan and the one with the tulkun hunters, that were just soooooo similar to lines from the first movie, not quite verbatim but certainly awkwardly close. I can absolutely see this becoming a common complaint from internet critics.

-Tuk pretty much solely exists to make the audience go d’awwwww!!, and y’know what, that’s ok because boy did she succeed :’)

-unfortunately, Quaritch’s ikran has by far the coolest design of all the ikrans, like bruh that color palette is heckin’ dope. what a shame ur now stuck with this jerk lol. Though I did snicker at Quaritch feeling the need to bond with the ikran “the hard way” solely because he couldn’t stand to be outdone by Jake lol

-I liked Lo’ak and Payakan’s friendship, it was very sweet. Also very interesting design-wise that a tulkun’s queue is in his mouth, and that the mouth has more of those bioluminescent patterns on the inside.

-The fact that the tulkun hunters are 100% aware that the species they’re hunting is fully sapient feels very ick to me. Sir that’s...that’s murder. Good gracious. and um “tulkun brain juice stops human aging” wh...what?? can uh...can we get some more explanation on that??? like is that gonna be somehow relevant to later movies or is it just some arbitrary thing to make the brain juice valuable, valuable enough to attempt to justify murder idk but uh....yyyyyyeah 😬

-minor thing, but I was surprised that the swimming baby from the trailer was, in fact, not Ronal’s. In fact, we never actually meet Ronal’s baby, which, again, surprised me. Why make her pregnant if we don’t get to see the baby, it feels kinda random ^^; to link her to her spirit tulkun who just had a calf I guess?? idk. once again, maybe it’ll become more relevant in movie 3.

-until proven otherwise, I am heretofore declaring that final “a son for a son” line to be Spider’s official adoption into the Sully family 😭😭😭

anyways, I guess that’ll do for now. I’m sure there was other stuff but I’ve been sitting here typing for over an hour already. Perhaps later I’ll come back with more comments, idk. I’ll be seeing the movie again next week with the rest of my family, so maybe I’ll notice different things/remember stuff that got swallowed up in the feels. Will I cry more than I did on my first viewing because I’m gonna try not to go in dehydrated again, or less because by then I’ll have had a week to process and accept everything? I have literally no idea. Guess we’ll have to just wait and see...

[profanepurity]

POV: You are Lilith and you’ve been cursed by God for refusing to submit to a Twink. Every child you have is slaughtered and it’s unimaginably painful for you to have to watch your children suffer because of you. Fast forward a long ass time and you find some cool satanic worshippers that dig the idea of conceiving your child for you and the Devil, but they actually fuck you over with the blood magic stuff they used and now your son belongs to them. You don’t find this out until you’re about to bless him during his dedication ceremony after the woman you trusted to carry your son has the baby, which you have never been happier in your existence about. Said woman has the audacity to name your baby “copy” since she used the fetus of her own baby with the current Papa to make an antichrist. You can’t tell him who he really is or who you are, and all like five of the demon kings that you hang out with that love you so fucking much can’t do anything either because of that drippy ass pendant Mr. Salty is wearing giving him Solomon top energy. Now you’re terrified of what they’re going to do with your son and wondering how long it will be until they kill him, and you can only interact with him while you’re in your silly little human cosplay. 

Oh, and your son is being raised by rats for like the first couple years of his life because his dad thought it was a good idea. He’s never seen The Omen, but if he had he totally would have given Copia a hell hound. Rats are rad too though. 

But it all kind of works out, because you really really like the current Papa’s oldest son, and so do all the other Lords of Hell, so you decide to sort of gift him/ dump a third fratellino on him AND give him a sexy vampire Prime Mover that you have blessed yourself. 

Now all the Unholy Mother can do is wait until the wrath of God can come down upon the church when Jesus arrives. 

(If this is your first time seeing my au, I’m sorry lol. I’ve been in a shitty headspace all day so I figured I’d draw something sad- but also kind of a big lore drop?? I feel like I still have more lore to surprise you with 😏. I also wanted to show you guys a peak at more designs for the Lords of Hell before I post a promo for a little somethin somethin’. Can you guess who’s who lol? All the names are in the tags towards the end if you want to use that as your little demon name bank. It’ll let me know who’s done their homework and read “Guiding Star” lol 🖤)

[vegasolari]

V2 is an Ultrakill character and I have many feelings about them: here's why

I think we can all agree that Ultrakill didn’t exactly explore V2 as a character much. Sure, we have some basic information about them, but we’re pretty much left to fill in the blanks ourselves. And, oh boy, are there a lot of blanks. Well, here’s my ridiculous essay filling in those blanks for myself in a way that (hopefully) makes sense in the scope of Ultrakill canon. TL;DR: here are my V2 headcanons because I’m insane.

During my first playthrough of Ultrakill, I didn't think much about V2. They seemed like the classic “evil twin” and not much more, testing your skills as a player in a unique way. I’m the good guy and I have to beat up the evil version of me, y’know? But, as I got more into the lore of Ultrakill, I couldn’t stop thinking about V2.

V1 was built with a clear purpose in mind: war. I’m certain anyone can agree with that. But, when the whole war business fell apart with the New Peace, V1 quickly became obsolete. If whatever entity developing V1 wanted any chance of recouping the cash dumped into V1, they had to pivot. But we have this great war robot just lying around! Alright, how about this: we’ll make a new version of this robot with decreased combat capabilities, but increased human interfacing capabilities. So, a new model was made. It was very similar to the previous one, switching out the fancy plating for regular tough stuff, plus installing some friendlier software. Despite the rush job, it was a pretty damn good android. But, with all that high-end tech came a big price tag that the market deemed unreasonable.

Now, this leads to an interesting idea: if V2 is sentient (observing their behavior in-game, they likely are), how would that make them feel? Certainly, they would know that they were essentially the living embodiment of a hollow gesture; being nothing more than an attempt to recuperate funds, being a commercial failure, being what most would consider a weak imitation of their predecessor. I wouldn’t be surprised if V2 went after V1 based on sheer jealousy alone. Their creation was underdeveloped and sloppily done. V2 wasn’t wanted for whatever skillset a highly advanced security bot could offer. V2 wasn't wanted… V1 was. The second iteration is supposed to be better than the first, and V2's existence is defined by being a cheap copy.

Regardless, V2 is here and they can still serve some function. While V1 and V2's hardware may be nearly identical, I have to imagine their software is very different. Remember, V1 was made for war. Their software is probably highly specialized for efficient killing. In terms of a highly advanced society dependent on specialized androids filled with precision AI, that must be pretty simple. Just boot up good old “shooty_mcshooting.exe” and we’ve got ourselves an AI that can quickly identify a target and attack its weak points. V2, on the other hand, was made for peacetime efforts. Sure, security was kept in mind during their development, but overall they were made for human cooperation. A peacetime machine would certainly have been developed with a natural affinity toward humanity, right? This leads me to believe that V2 was made with an innate affinity toward humans. Hell, maybe they were programmed with a desire to socialize that matched the strength of our own innate socialization needs. It would certainly make their job much easier.

Despite this, I feel they still had to do some warming up to humans. After all, humanity did them quite a disservice. Whether they made peace with the circumstances surrounding their creation and loved humans despite it or simply ignored the troubled emotions surrounding their creation, I’m not certain. Regardless, their core programming spurred them on. V2 learned to cooperate with humans, with their reward system to guide them. Eventually, their reward system must have led them to feel something that could be best described as affection towards humans, forever being driven to be curious and friendly towards humanity. I love imagining them joking around and laughing with their coworkers on whatever security job they were assigned to. Maybe they'd even have fun chatting up the scientists working on their development, learning more and more about how humans interacted and communicated with one another.

Speaking of which… what if V2’s job expanded past security? Say a building were to collapse with people trapped inside; what better tool than an extremely durable, strong, highly intelligent robot to dig through the rubble, locate survivors quicker with specialized software, and even administer first aid?

Just as V2 adored humans, one must imagine V2 being adored by humans.

As V2’s software spurred them on to learn more and more about humans, they would come to appreciate the things humans appreciated. Perhaps V2 came to appreciate the beauty of art or the marvel of science in the same way humans did, or perhaps they simply liked these things because they were human. Imagine V2 learning everything they could about cooking despite never needing those skills, just to be able to bond with humans. They’d even surprise the scientists developing them with delicious treats that V2 themself could never eat, all to fulfill their role as a friend to humanity.

Humanity's extinction must have been devastating for V2.

I imagine after humanity died, V2 simply tried to make do with what they had. In my mind, it’d make sense that they'd try to avoid using blood from animals at all costs (humans loved animals, after all). Instead, they'd take fuel from other machines. That fuel was already taken from its rightful owner, and there's nothing that can be done about it now. May as well put it to good use, right? Considering V2’s love for humanity (and by extension, all living creatures), they must have come to loathe their fellow machines. Machines sustain themselves off of harming humans and other living creatures, after all. Of course, there is the irony of V2 being just like every other machine, reliant on blood to survive.. I'll try not to get sidetracked with that one though -

I lied. I'm getting sidetracked.

V2's love of humans combined with their reliance on their blood as fuel would have been difficult for them to accept at best, and devastating at worst. I was going to put a comparison here but it made me genuinely sad, which goes to show how this likely made V2 feel. Sure, taking blood from humans doesn't necessarily require violence, considering blood donations exist, but it still couldn’t have felt great. Besides, it seems very possible that not all machines were interested in taking that fuel peacefully.

During their time in Hell, seeing their fellow machines happily and greedily tear through husks in Hell (which, I'd like to point out, are human souls) must have enraged V2. Considering their love for humans, I can't imagine them using husks as fuel. Instead, it would make sense for them to kill machines only. In fact, V2's terminal entry explicitly mentions killing machines (...V2 dove deeper into Hell, killing other machines for their blood to help its recovery…) but doesn't say anything about killing husks. I will note that the Ultrakill Fandom Wiki entry for V2 does allude to them killing husks, but there wasn't a source so I'm disregarding it (yes I am so Ultrakill brain-rotted that I am asking for sources on Ultrakill lore).

This leads to a stark contrast between V1 and V2, despite seeming so similar on the surface. V1 was made with the sole purpose of killing, and I do not doubt that humans were well within their scope. V1 is an especially efficient killing machine, with their rampage in Hell enough to draw the attention of Heaven. We know V2 tried to fight V1. What if the reasons for stopping V1 went beyond preserving fuel resources or getting revenge? V2 wanted to save the remnants of humankind. V2 didn't fight for themself; they fought for humanity.

Despite this, one could indeed make a very reasonable argument that V1 is doing the denizens of Hell a favor. Ceasing to exist does sound much more appealing than eternal torture. But, seeing as it's implied V2 has only been in Hell for a few hours, it's likely that they just haven't thought about this. Think of it this way: they've just rediscovered the one thing that gave them purpose... it's unlikely they'd be willing to let that go easily. Or perhaps V2 did think about this. Maybe V2 wanted to build a better life for the people of Hell. We know they made it to Greed, so they almost certainly heard of Minos' and Sisyphus' attempts to rebel against Heaven. I think it's likely that V2 wanted to follow in their footsteps; they wanted to build a haven for humanity.

But unfortunately, we all know how their story ends.

V2's existence was one defined by failure. V2's life was one riddled with "what ifs?" and "could have beens." An overwhelming theme of Ultrakill is tragedy, and I'd argue that this take on V2 is just about as tragic as one can get.

Also V2 isn't dead because they live on in my heart and I will not accept any attempts at convincing me otherwise.

[peach-and-bugs]

🖤She’s All That I’ve Got - Captain Phasma x fem!Reader🖤

Royalty Enemies to Lovers Au

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Summary: y/n's kingdom has fallen under the iron fist of the Empire despite her best efforts. But, much to her surprise, she's been allowed to live. She knows that Ren must want something from her or her kingdom, but that's for the future. as of right now, she has been granted permission to move about the grounds as she might have normally before. However, she will always be under the watchful eye of Ren's trusted Captain Phasma, head of his stormtrooper army…

Warnings: mentions of death, near violence

Word Count: 2,448

A/N: here's my first real medieval Au! Reader is referred to as high priestess instead of princess just because I like it better, but both titles are synonyms so they can be used interchangeably. And for a little lore dump, I wanted to keep the same kind of weapons and designs since this is StarWars, but troopers instead have normal swords and medieval-akin weapons while Jedi (or ren in this case) still has a lightsaber. but rather than being made of tech it's kind of like an enchanted sword thanks to the kyber crystal embedded in the handle. The force also exists, but its viewed more so as sorcery

She’s All That I’ve Got Tag List: @idontlikepexple

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General Tag List: @summergeezburr

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Never before would you have anticipated finding so much comfort in your father’s untimely death. Yet, you are, curled up in the corner of a locked cell, deep in your castle's dungeon. Your day dress had grown muddled with mildew and general stone grime. This of course was due to the dungeon's lack of maintenance, because why would you clean it regularly when no one would be held down there? Your small country had come upon a benevolent time of peace after all. Or at least it had been a time of calm before the Empire decided it needed to step in.

Your eyes had begun to burn now having run dry from tears. You knew they would be red by now. Puffy and sore from rubbing them raw in an attempt to keep what little composure you could still. They’d locked you down here hours ago. How many hours was up for anyone to say, but it had been some time. The invasion had ceased outside the walls of your castle, but you could still hear your people's faint cries and shouts in your mind's eye. 

Even if you'd done everything you possibly could, there had to have been something that had slipped your mind. This had to have been avoidable, right? You tisked yourself for the consideration. Your father wouldn’t have dwelled on this had it been him locked in this muddy cell. He would have held his chin up and found some sort of resolution. Well, you weren't your father. And by the look of things, you wouldn’t be leaving this cell for some time. Maybe yous die here. That sounded about right. You'd die here on the cold and wet stone floor only to be reunited with your father once again in the afterlife. Or maybe the empire would spare you the time and host one of those lovely public executions in front of the dwindling number of your people that would venture into the square. You weren't sure which you'd prefer at this point.

It appeared you'd get your answer in a matter of minutes as you heard the low, growling scrape of the dungeon door as it ground against the stone floor, letting in the faintest light as two guards clamored down the stairs with a torch in hand. You scrambled to your feet. Pressing your back to the wall as they clanged toward your cell. You felt your breath quicken as the sound grew. Your feet squirmed under you, trying to warm your footing against the icy stone, though there was no real escape from the same stone chilling deep into your spine. The stormtroopers stopped abruptly, their black hole-like eyes boring into you as one fiddled with the keys to your cell. The door swung open with a clang that almost made you flinch but you held your ground.

“Master Ren is ready to speak with you,” one said. His voice was muffled and distorted by his faceless mask. Your muscles tensed as you flexed your fingers, squeezing your hands into tight fists. The troopers seemed to notice and subconsciously moved their hands to the hilts of their swords, firmly held at their hips. You forced yourself to relax, but still keep up your guard and nodded, telling them to lead the way. You approached the opened door, only to be stopped by a heald palm. You heard a tough clang of metal and looked down to find thick shackles held open to you. The trooper grunted at your hesitation, forcing you to reluctantly offer up your wrists. The metal was much colder on your skin than the cobblestone and it met your blood quickly thanks to your exposed pulse point. 

The trooper locked your wrists in tight and tugged at the metal chain’ checking its integrity before he turned to leave. This trooper began to lead the way with you hesitantly training out of your cell from behind. The second trooper took his place at the back of your little train, following you close with his hand gripping his hilt if you made any effort to run.

Emerging from the underground, you were met with the disheartening sight of imperial flags hanging high from the walls where your home colors used to reside. They were lazily put off but were scorn a stomach-churning shade of blood red. And upon exiting your dungeon, you were flanked by two additional escorts who had likely been waiting in case you dashed while still downstairs. Walking down the long, winding halls you were greeted with even more troopers lining the walls, watching you with prying eyes as you passed. 

Nevertheless, you held your head high. You refused to crumble, especially not in front of an audience. And oh, an audience you would have. Upon entering the throne room, formally your throne room, you were met with overwhelming sunlight and gaudy red redecoration. Stormtroopers lined the room, arms at the ready if you dared to run. And right above you, perched proudly on your father’s throne sat the revered and feared Master Ren. he watched you with keen eyes, his hand covering his chin and mouth. His brow was furrowed in consideration and you could have sworn he hadn't blinked since you entered his presence. 

As you approached with your entourage of guards, the two at your sides peeled off but were replaced by the originals who walked in front and behind. Your eyes began to wander, scanning your crowded surroundings. You took note of the weasely redhead standing at Ren’s left hand. He held his head high with a scrunched nose and evident grimace. He looked at you as though you were scum that has scuffed his boot. You offered a minuscule glare in return till you were stopped by the troopers at your side, who grabbed onto either of your forearms. You were held still, exposed in front of Ren with your shackled hands and waterlogged skirts. But you kept your head up. You wouldn’t shy away, not even now when one might think you looked like a beggar. 

Your eyes turned back to the General as he cleared his throat, he arched a brow and glanced at the ever-casual Ren, who nodded a finger without a word. Hux sniffed rather aggressively through his nose, then gave the guards at your sides a quick nod, and without any other form of warning, you were tossed to your knees in front of the throne, clumsily catching yourself with your shackled hands, which echoed a ghostly metal clang through the throne room. You managed to look up with a turnt grimace and a huff of exhaled air rustled loose hair that obstructed your face. This reaction seemed to mildly interest the lead invader but not by much. He sat up in your father’s chair, adjusting himself to get a better view of you. 

“Prop her back up,” his voice reverberated off of the walls of your throne room, but still came across as quiet, strangely enough. The guard said as they were told, grabbing onto your shoulders and roughly pulling you up onto your knees. Ren watched with growing interest, though he still looked like he could yawn quite easily at any given moment. “You know why we’ve come, don’t you?” he gripped the arm of your father's chair as his eyes scanned down your kneeled form. 

“I assume this is all an act of love or unity,” you bit back bitterly. “However you’re presenting yourselves these days,” you took in a long, loud breath through your nose, eyeing the Master and the General with a burning hatred in the crinkle of your nose and furrow of your brow. You saw a flex in the General’s frown, but Ren smiled. It was small, but a smile was there. He even let go of a low chuckle. 

“I admire your moxie, high priestess,” he began. Your title rolled off his tongue in a sickeningly sweet tone that made your skin crawl. “But I must cut to my point, I’m afraid,” he sighed, growing board of you once more. 

“I’ve decided to let you live,” he continued. Your eyes widened for a millisecond, but you insisted on keeping your surprise hidden tight under wraps. You couldn’t let him think you were grateful to him without risking inflating his already mountain-like ego. “However, of course, there must be conditions,” you bit the inside of your cheek at that, holding your tongue. Now it was time for Hux to speak up, for he cleared his throat quite loudly to grab your attention from his superior. You’d already grown further irritated by the man’s weaselly face and screwed frown. 

“You will be confined to the palace grounds at all times unless chaperoned by Master Ren himself. You are to stay out of all diplomacy, again, unless asked of by Master Ren,” you grew flabbergasted by what you were hearing and scoffed rather loudly, stopping Hux as he licked his lips to list off the last of your conditions. 

“You want me as a figurehead!” you barked. You swore you could hear gasping muffled under stormtrooper helmets as her room hushed. The General gritted his teeth and gripped the hilt of his weapon tight in his hand as he strode down the staircase before you. 

“You wretched girl-” he started. You pressed your lips in a fine line, ready for some type of impact as you squeezed your eyes shut, but the impact never struck. You heard pained grunting and upon opening your eyes again, the General stood tall before you, sword only partly drawn from its hilt. 

But the man couldn’t move. He has been frozen where he stood. Your breath had quickened but you dared to look behind him, only to find Master Ren having stood from the throne, hand outstretched as he watched Hux with shakingly focused eyes. You swallowed thickly, eyes returning to Hux who looked like he might turn purple if he wasn’t allowed air soon. 

You’d never seen sorcery like this in your life but your father had told you animated stories back when you were just a girl. He regaled the days when magic like this had been loved and revered, seen as a thing of light and peace. You'd learned and read all about the original sorcerer's order and how they made it their mission to preserve life and balance. Yet over the years it had become tainted, resulting in tyrants like Ren and his new order. Hux was released and nearly collapsed to the ground at your knees, but he managed to hold himself. He averted his eyes as he caught his breath, coughing as he took in previously denied air. You thought that you could almost smell the embarrassment on him.

“Now, that’s no way to address our guest,” Ren said with a snide hint in his voice. It was clear that he enjoyed the opportunity to one-up and show off to his general. That made sense, if you thought about it. A tyrant’s primary goal is to impress those they find small and weak. And guest? You held your tone, but how dare he call you a guest when he was sitting proudly in your chair and your house? You let out a huffed breath as Hux turned tail and took his post once more. 

“But yes, a figurehead, if you will,” Ren lowered himself back to his seat, crossing his leg over his knee as he lounged. He waved his hand back to Hux, urging the general to continue as he continued to watch you curiously. The general readjusted his uniform, offered his superior a silent glare, and cleared his throat once more. 

“When you are not accompanying Ren, you will be escorted everywhere by the head of our guard, Captain Phasma,” Hux snapped his gloved hand and the aforementioned Captain seemed to emerge from the shadows of Ren and his newly claimed throne. The first thing you took note of was that the captain was tall. Even from the distance you were at, you knew they were tall. Taller than both Hux and Ren. but besides that, there was nothing else about them you could gather. They hid their face behind a similar helmet to the members of their guard, only their armor was forged from shining platinum, aiding in their standout-ish demeanor. 

“Phasma will watch your every move and report back any suspicious activity that she might find, so no point trying anything,” Hux hissed, trying so hard to buy back any respect you might have had for him before. You were more held up watching the statuelike captain, but you did ponder part of what the general has said. She. The captain that stood taller than both her superiors was a she. Now, this fact didn’t change anything, but it did peak the bit of curiosity you still harbored. 

“Any questions?” the weasel interjected back into your thoughts. You turned to him with your hardest stare, then trained your eyes back on Ren. 

“No,” 

“Then that will be all,” Hux answered for Ren and turned on his heels in a hurry to leave the throne room. “Captain, you may take your leave and escort the high priestess to her quarters” the guards still standing at your side grabbed your underarms without warning and hoisted you to your feet. The Captain began her descent down the stairs, her footsteps echoing louder as she approached. A small part of you wanted to squirm at the grips on your arms, but you held your ground, standing as tall as you could and taking deep breaths. The captain stopped just a stride in front of you, tilting her helmeted head to the side ever so slightly as though she was observing you. And who was to say she wasn’t? It was impossible to tell with the helmet after all.

“Shall we leave, high priestess?” Her voice was lower than you might have expected, yet you found the question more surprising. You must have expected a demand from her before being asked a question. You nodded, possibly having grown trimmed due to her stature in front of you, or maybe from the illusion of you having a choice at all. She nodded to the guards at your side, who released your arms and turned around. Before you turned with them, you caught sight of Ren, moving to leave the say way the General had. He watched you leave with hard eyes and his lips squeezed together momentarily, almost as though he had more to say. But time had run short and you were forced to leave with your new entourage.

[sootybunny]

One more to go after this, meet stardom au eclipse! More about them after the cut, and maybe a little surprise heehee ;)

They're an asshole. Well, this is common knowledge. They always have been. Except now their comments are filled with malice rather than teasing affection.

It caught you off guard the first time it happened. You wondered if they knew. They don't, and you're not sure which is worse.

You find yourself strung along to this game the three animatronics are unaware they're even playing.

You did them so, so wrong. And now their cogs grind and stutter whenever you bend over backwards to fill out their every demand. Which is often. You can't help it.

Nonetheless, you keep up with their game all the same as you do with the others. So you continue to joke and jest and tease and something in you heals whilst another few thousand shatter.

~*~

Sad, hollowed out soul, what have you done?

sun | moon

hello hello! sooo... this au has now gripped my very heart and i've made the idea to turn it into a fic. i know a lot of you on the palooza have been waiting for once upon a dream and DON'T WORRY!! i'm working on both at the same time since my adhd brain actually writes more when i have two projects to work on pfft... expect to meet y/n and discover the name of the fic soon!

FYI: all of the writing i've posted at the bottom of the stardom posts are NOT in my advanced writing style, like the fic will be. They have been casual drabbles and foreshadowing lore dumps. stay tuned to see future snippets with the stardom AU tag!

[jennsterjay]

Ooo we doin' clawcode angst 👀? *Pulls out my au lore, lemme see

Here comes kind of a huge lore dump/mini fic about my Clawcode AU

While I usually write/draw Miles G. and Ganke M. being silly and getting into shenanigans, there is more in depth lore and sinister six plot lines that have some heartfelt/angsty moments because Earth-42. Here's my lore about the origins of how Miles G. Morales and Ganke M. Lee met, how Miles G. became The Prowler, and how Ganke M. revealed his own secret identity before asking Miles if he could help him as his right hand man:

[Cw Tags: action/adventure, angst/drama, hurt/comfort, canon-typical violence, character death mentioned, overcoming grief, hacking, gambling mentioned, financial instability, family drama (like that miles morales ps4 achievement), some strong language]

In my AU, Claws and Code, the first time Miles G. and Ganke M. meet is their first year of Brooklyn Visions Academy where they become roommates. In this AU, Miles G. Morales is the vigilante known as The Prowler, and Ganke M. Lee is the fabled anonymous underground hacker and enginneer called The Gh0st_Kni9ht. At the start of their first year of being roommates, Ganke M. is already doing undercover freelance hacking shenanigans and hides it from Miles G., but Miles G. isn't the Prowler yet. Miles is suspicious of Ganke but after getting to know him he lets his guard down and they hit it off and become best friends and the dynamic duo around campus. They even spend the summer after together.

When at Ganke's house, Miles starts putting the pieces of Ganke's financial situation in his head. Ganke's dad in this universe works in the business sector of one of the factions under the Sinister Six (its unavoidable, nearly everyone in the city that's a citizen works in some capacity under them) and he regularly gambles and loses money. Ganke's mom works twice as hard in the technology sector but barely makes enough money to hold down the fort. Miles notices all the tech in Ganke's room, and notices somehow he's still able to pay for all his books and other accommodations at school, even helping out his mother with bills, but Miles has never seen Ganke go to work and he's only ever at his computer or disappearing off to who knows where if he's not in the engineering lab, so Miles is pretty sure of what's happening but he doesn't say anything. Ganke appreciates it.

Fast forward and it's their sophomore year of high school and the two are already making plans to hang out next summer. Ganke gets a crush on Miles but doesn't tell him or rush into anything yet. The two are just happy to have each other and there's not a worry or a care other than the usual chaos in town. There's nothing to worry about...

Right?

It's the middle of Miles' sophomore year of high school when his world turns upside down and it's now a little harder to breathe. His father...has passed on in a police related incident. Aaron Davis, Rio Morales, his extended family, several police force, and Ganke are at the funeral with him.

Ganke is there by his side, supporting him from the get go. Going to the funeral, checking in on him, being there beside him, anything. Miles doesn't know if he can go back to how he was before his father died, but Ganke assures him that that's ok and he can be who he needs to be to be easy on himself.

Over the next few weeks, Miles knows he's not ok...but he's getting better, settling back into himself. Going back to working out and using his punching bag. He's still here and he still has his mami, tío, and Ganke...and he'll always have his father in his heart.

Miles settles back into a routine and finishes his sophomore year, with summer break on the horizon.

That summer, Miles visits his tíos apartment for a surprise visit only to open the apartment and find his tío in his Prowler suit, and his worldview does a 180. His uncle is The Prowler. His uncle doesn't see him yet, so Miles quietly slips back out of the door an runs for his life. He doesn't know what to do, he doesn't know what to think, he doesn't know whether to feel betrayed, scared, or angry that tío is the opposite of what his father fought against every day. So Miles goes home exhausted, and falls asleep. Little does he know Aaron saw him run from him, and it hurt his heart.

A week later, Miles tries to forget the whole thing as he walks to tíos apartment to deliver lunch made by his mami, and he knocks on the door. Aaron let's him in, and they eat together. Miles doesn't look him in the eye. They both know why, but Miles doesn't know that Aaron saw him. Aaron lightens the mood by telling Miles stories about his father to cheer him up, and for a moment things are almost normal.

Then people start banging loud on Aaron's door. Aaron tells Miles to hide in his bedroom closet at the far end of the apartment while he takes care of it. Miles does, then he hears a fight outside with his Uncle in the middle of it. Miles gets too curious and looks through the window blinds to see his uncle in the Prowler suit, soloing everyone who tried to get the jump on him. Miles didn't agree with what he was, but in that moment he couldn't lie like his tío wasn't cool.

Fast forward and one day Miles takes the alleyway that his mami said not to go through, just so he can make it home before the citywide curfew, and Miles gets cornered by 5 large men. Miles does his best to put up a fight, but when he's on the ground and thinks he's really messed up big time, a purple flash comes from above, and a villian becomes a hero for a night. It's his tío, Aaron Davis, The Prowler.

On the way back to Uncle Aaron's apartment, his tío carries him in his arms while he's still suited up, mask up, claws out. Miles for once feels the safest he's ever been. His uncle patches him up as they finally have a heart to heart, and Miles makes a decision that changes the course of his destiny. He asks his uncle to help him become strong so that he can protect others like he did, and protect his family like his father would.

This would be the start of Miles G. Morales, The Prowler.

During the summer, Ganke and Miles hang out less and less and Ganke gets suspicious but he's also wrapped up in his own secrets so he can't ask without being a hypocrite and blowing his own cover...so he can only hope that with Miles, everything is ok.

It's the Junior year for Miles and Ganke at Brooklyn Visions Academy, and things are already off to a rough start. Miles is acting off and Ganke is worried (and a little pissed) that he's being brushed off...but he cares about him and he's still gonna be there for him even if it comes with a risk. Ganke knows there's a new sidekick spotted prowling around Brooklyn with The Prowler, and that there have been rumors that The Prowler has defected from Kingpin and is now a vigilante. Pair that with Miles skipping classes, coming to their dorm and slipping in and out at odd hours with injuries that Ganke takes over in patching up again and again, and Ganke has put two and two in his head.

Finally Ganke flies a little too close to the sun and implies that he knows what Miles won't tell him. Miles gets scared that Ganke is going to put it all out on the line and say it. Blow his cover, blow both of their covers. Layout all their secrets they've been dancing around each other, but Miles just can't handle that. So he hits a low blow, saying Ganke kept secrets from him first, and then Miles runs away from his dorm and leaves.

The next day, it's Saturday and there's no class, so Ganke slips away from campus on his bike and goes to the one place he's never been to but has been tracking for months.

Uncle Aaron's apartment, home of The Prowler.

He sets his bike aside and hacks the front door keypad lock in 5 seconds without breaking a sweat, and sneaks in until he sees The Prowler's sidekick standing up and facing away from him with his mask on, fiddling with tech at a work bench, before taking off the mask and revealing his face.

He knew it...

It's Miles.

It's then that Ganke makes his own decision, the one he's resolved to make for months, as he walks forward ready to blow away all their covers, no secrets, no games, so he can say what he's been wanting this whole time.

"I knew it"

Miles freezes and whips his head around with the most deer in the headlights look that Ganke has ever seen in his life.

"What are you doing here, you shouldn't be here. You need to leave"

"I already knew, and I already know Miles"

"You don't know anything!"

"I think its pretty obvious at this point"

"Shut up and leave Ganke, you don't know what your messing with. Leave."

Ganke keeps walking at a steady pace towards Miles, resolved in his decision.

"I think I do, and I'm going to help"

"What?!

"Miles...you have a lot of eyes on you now, and I know you're in deep. I am too, I know what it's like...and you know I that I know what it's like, even if I never told you..."

"Ganke stop talking" Miles warned

"But I'm going to tell you now" Ganke said

In a desperate attempt, Miles takes Ganke's shirt collar in his hand as he stares Ganke down with a stare that can only be described as the calm before a storm.

"Get out of here, Ganke. Before I make you".

For a moment Ganke looked down at him with fear, but Ganke has never been a pushover and he sees even past Miles' threat that somewhere in his eyes Miles doesn't want him to go. So Ganke places his hand over Miles' hand that's currently grabbing his shirt collar, and leans his forehead on his when he says

"No."

And Miles looks back into his eyes with a look of sadness, defeat, and underneath it, relief. He then drops Ganke's shirt collar and reluctantly leans away from him and sighs, looking at the ground. How is he supposed to keep Ganke out of danger now?

"See, the funny thing about the truth is sometimes it can hurt like hell, and sometimes it comes with a risk. And when you take that risk, you do so knowing that whatever outcome happens you're willing to face it head on because it's worth it. And as cheesy as it sounds, I'm here because I know you're worth it. We're worth it, and I'm not gonna let you fall without me there to catch you when you need me. So since I know your truth now, I'll tell you mine..."

Miles waited with a baited breath as he let Ganke's words settle into his heart, and prepared himself for what Ganke was about to tell him.

"Over the past few months I've hacked into Kingpin's, Dr.Ocks, Brooklyn PD's, Scorpion's, and several other government websites and organization mainframes for intel and other reasons. I've created blueprints and tech for various sectors, I do all this on closed circuit tech and get cash for it, and I have a 4.0gpa in the school system but I'm the only one who knows it's actually a 3.87"

It's then that realization comes over Miles as he realizes exactly who Ganke really is.

"I'm Ganke M. Lee, and in the digital underground I'm the hacker and enginneer known as... The Gh0st_Kni9ht"

And as Miles thinks about how many times the foes in the night he's fought say that name on repeat whenever there's a security breach or on-site hacking, all Miles can say is

"Holy shit Ganke"

"Yep that's my name, my real one anyway. I know its crazy, but you'll get used to it since you're the only one who knows now anyway"

"Ay díos mio! Ganke you have an entire bounty on your head!"

"I mean, so do you. Mine is only slightly higher than yours through. But you'll get there, Prowler" Ganke said with a laugh

"You're crazy!" Miles said with a look of disbelief and a huff that was almost a laugh "How can you be so calm about this?"

And Ganke, the clown he is actually taps his chin as if he's thinking about it. As if he's trying to solve some huge mystery before he chuckles again and reaches for Miles' ocular interface mask.

"Think about it this way..." Ganke says as he places Miles' mask into Miles' hands. Miles holds it and looks back at Ganke who's now standing right in front of him, with a look of fondness.

"When you hide behind a mask, you feel like you need to keep up appearances to be whatever people expect of you because you're not really you. You're just a character for people to project onto. Maybe you even project yourself onto it. A mask can be anything, for any reason, but it's still just a mask. It's you, just not the real you. When you take off the mask, or in my case when I log off, sometimes it still feels like you're wearing it, and you may still face the consequences of wearing it, but in the end it's still not really you. Sometimes it gets lonely and dark when you feel like a mask is all that you have to be...but look-" Ganke says as he places both of his hands on Miles' shoulders

"Your mask is off right now, and so is mine. We both know what each other's masks are, but we know who we are without them, and that's what matters more. From the start, you and me both knew the part we played for others and who we really are, and even then we both know no matter what that we've got each other's backs. Even if our masks are a part of us, and extension of us or whatever comics con hero bs you wanna call it, as long as I have one person in the world who I trust to know me behind the mask and without the mask, then I can take on anything the world throws at me." Ganke said with an easy grin.

Miles was speechless and at that moment he felt like a huge weight was lifted off of his shoulders because díos he was right.

"Miles I see you, man. You're juggling all these responsibilities with school, and your mom, and prowling around town kicking ass, but Miles, my friend...my best friend. You don't have to do this alone anymore. From now on...I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere, so let's do this together." Ganke says before letting Miles go and offering a hand to him

"Deal?" Ganke asks with a smile

Miles places his mask back on the table and looks long and hard at the hand offered to him, thinking of all that they have been through together and all that Miles feels about him, and what this means for them now. He accepts it all in his heart with a slow inhale... and an exhale.

He takes Ganke's hand in his and gives it a hearty shake.

"Deal" Miles says with a slight grin

"Good...now hand me that Maglev 200 wrench, and those shoes on the table, we've got work to do" Ganke says with a grin.

The End Claws and Code AU

[phinix53]

Hoi Hoi!

Time to update the masterpost ✨

Thank you for coming to visit and explore my page. There’s a bit of everything here and I do try to tag stuff as accurately as possible.

I tend to jump around from story to story fairly fast. I have so much I want to make and share and I’m just excited to be here.

Oh and a small reminder that this isn’t an RP account.

So here are the current things happening ->

Technoid

I plan on the comic starting this year, I’m super excited for it and I can’t wait to share it with you all. Of course the prequel is already out if you’d like to check that out.

Technoid is set in a dystopian future after the collapse and rebuilding of society. Any questions you have you can ask here.

The comic will be here -> Technoid

If you like info dumps -> # TechnoidInfoDumping

Thermonuclear

Big plans for this bad boy. I’ve had to do some major revisions to the story and I think it’s turning out awesome.

An AU set after a nuclear apocalypse (is that a running theme?) basically nuclear winter and everyone can die. Definitely not everyone’s cup of tea, the whole story is just death.

The story will be here -> here

Witch Woods

Witch Woods can be found on ao3 -> here

Witch Woods follows our favorite twins as they go on an adventure of a lifetime. A fantasy world full of magic, mystery and betrayal. There’s a lot of lore so I recommend checking out the Witch Woods tag to find out more. Or just ask.

That Zombie AU I talked about a while back

A few years back I was working on a zombie apocalypse themed story. Well, I am making a comic for it. It’s going to be super short and just like an intro as to how Dream ended up where he’s at. If I am up to it I might continue past, but we will see.

Crystal Sleep

I haven’t talked about this one much, but later in the year there will be a short comic coming out about it. But it’s a super secret project so don’t tell anyone ^^

Of course if you head on over to my AO3 you will find some other stories I’m working on.

West Valley Hospital

Midwinter

Twin Fin

Moonstone Ranch

My side blog Phixwips is were you’ll find works that will never be finished, anatomy practice and some written works.

Some fun facts about me ^^

I have a cat named Azula, she’s the cutest ✨.

I will read nearly anything, I tend to not read tags (I like the surprise).

I’m not super talkative.

I love fashion and design.

I really enjoy scary movies.

My birthday is in May, I’m 26.

If you want to know what I’m doing other places here’s my Carrd.

I’m most active on Tumblr tho

Alright I think that covers everything. I hope you enjoy your time here. Have fun and be well!

See ya soon!

Phix

[mochiwrites]

songbird's blood au -- master post

welcome to the collection of important posts to the songbird's blood au! the au is centered around scar/grian/mumbo. the universe is set in aqua town, a place full of more supernaturals than humans. grian and pearl are new in town, and have quite the surprise waiting for them.

the au takes influence from the most recent seasons of hermitcraft (6, 7, 8, & 9), as well as the traffic series.

(note: there is also hermitshipping/trafficshipping involved in the au, so if that isn’t your cup of tea, dni).

warning(s) for the au: violence, death, trauma, blood, dark themes, possible (n)sfw. warnings will be updated as the au goes on.

main tag for the au is #songbird's blood au

any asks about the au that don't contain heavy lore will be tagged with #songbird asks

main playlist: songbird's blood

fics.

night life. - mumscarian focused; main storyline

arts.

ringmaster scar 1, ringmaster scar 2, ringmaster scar 3, welcome to the circus ch3, grum and jrum, grian with jrum ; by @halfapersob / sb!grian art, sad grians from enchante ; by @musiccallanon / mumbo carrying grian in wttc ch3 ; by @angeart / grian’s first circus act ; by @appleciyder / scott meeting grian , grian doing mumbo’s hair , scar ; by @cookiecatshroom / some mumbo’s and a grian by @graysonorson / grumbo hug ; by @pa-rou / grian and scar holding hands ; by @fairyyybread / a songbird grian, “his blood is on your hands” ; by @treesaplingtwig / the swaggon dealings ; by @smallishobeans

lore things.

treebark lore dump / vampires in songbird / grum and jrum’s dynamic with mumbo / scar and tubbo head canons / immortal supernaturals / canon heights / totems / mumbo, scar, and martyn's magic / purebloods and halfbloods 1 / purebloods and halfbloods 2 / layout of mumbo's study / ages / glyph visuals and inspo / the meaning of 'humanity' /

drabbles.

grum and jrum intro / out of context scene / scarian meeting / grumbo drabble / mumscarian scene / grian and mumbo play uno / drabble by 🦕 anon: part one ; part two /

this will be updated as the au is more developed!

[st4rrth0ughts]

reading Verian lore like, emanator of destruction and a 'disloyal hound'? My OC is so similar to yours lol and your little rant inspired me to finally start making a proper ref sheet for him. And honestly bodyguard reader my beloved. sorry this is just a word vomit i just have too many thought abt everyone. You're brain is so huge starr

AND the whole Aventurine going insane for reader covered in blood and guts !!! Stealing it so I can draw smt for it, can I tag you when I'm done?

ahhh I need someone to info dump on

disloyal hound as in he betrayed Duke Inferno. When he first met Aventurine, he was intending to kill him. But surprise, love at first sight or whatever, Verian decides against it. Best decision of his life, to be honest lol

YES YOU CAN DRAW IT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

[silkflovvers]

Anything related to your modern AU's would be a delight to read! However, if you prefer something more specific, Dainkaebedo is the first thing that comes to mind <: Also, of course, happy birthday to Albedo!! Praying for another lore-dump this winter

Rubs my hands together.

The only non-spicy dainkaebedo I have is a really short post-spicy scene, so I will share this for now. If you want the spicy scene, asks are open until Sept 14th 12am EST 👀

And yes!!! Begging for the yearly Albedo winter event to return. Hyv really screwed the Albedo fans over last year.....

"Modern AU V1 WIP (2/??)"

Rating: T (nothing spicy is shown, but very implied) Ship: Kaebedo Tags: Modern AU V1, morning after, implied threesome, past Dainbedo (friends with benefits)

“Mmmnh…” Albedo scrunched his nose. His back and hip joints hurt. His throat was so dry it felt like he was swallowing thumbtacks. Slowly, he cracked an eye open as he registered soft kisses being pressed against his back in neat rows. There was warmth that could only come from a body under his cheek. He was most definitely laying halfway on top of someone. So then, who was kissing his back? And who was lazily playing with his hair? He blinked the eye that wasn’t squished against someone’s chest a couple times to get it to focus. 

“Mmm?” The sight of pale skin and lichtenberg figures made his eyebrows furrow. 

“Good morning, little star.”

“Dainsleif?” He croaked, wincing at the immediate sting it caused. A warm hand smoothed over his stomach and a kiss was pressed against the back of his neck.

“Kaeya told me you would want me to stay, had you been awake enough to ask me last night.” He offered as he brushed Albedo’s hair out of his eyes.

He turned his head to catch a quick wink from his partner. With a deep breath through his nose, he laid his head back on Dainsleif’s chest. Kaeya’s lips curled into a smile against his shoulder.

“How are you feeling?” Kaeya’s question fanned across his shoulder blade in a warm breath.

“Throat… hurts..” Albedo forced the words out.

“Do you want some water?” Dainsleif asked, one hand already reaching for the cup on the nightstand. Albedo nodded. Kaeya pulled away to let his partner prop himself up enough to drink something without spilling it everywhere. The eldest handed the glass to Albedo.

It hurt to swallow, but as soon as he had the cup against his lips, he decided he was going to drink it all.

“I’m not surprised you’re so thirsty. You lost a lot of fluids last night and fell asleep before we could get you to drink anything.” Kaeya said as he kneaded the blond’s upper thigh with his fingers. Albedo glanced at him as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Dainsleif took the empty glass from him and set it back on the nightstand. 

Albedo cleared his throat. Still sore, but less dry. 

“Other than being thirsty, how do you feel?” Kaeya asked again, curling his arm back around his partner’s waist when he laid back down.

“Mm…” Albedo rested his head on Dainsleif’s shoulder with a hum. “I’m sore from the waist down. And sweaty. And…” He averted the older blond’s eyes. “I’m… still really sensitive… down there.”

“Sorry, I was probably sucking and biting a little too hard there at the end…”  Kaeya quietly apologized.

“It’s okay, I liked it.” He admitted as he traced a fingertip over Dainsleif’s scars, like he used to during their arrangement.

“Okay then, emotionally how are you feeling?”

“Content?”

“No regrets or anything upsetting you about this?” Dainsleif asked.

“...No. I wish.. I had joined in sooner, but that’s all.”

“Is this something you’d like to try again?” Kaeya tucked his chin over Albedo’s shoulder as he spoke.

“Only if Dainsleif is willing to join us again.” Albedo closed his eyes and traced the rest of the patterns from memory.

“I’d gladly join you for another romp.” Dainsleif kissed the top of Albedo’s head. “You’ll just have to let me know ahead of time so I can rearrange my schedule.”

[sotnosandenzospenthouse]

Hello there! This is my brand new art blog, pretty much dedicated to my original work I mentioned in my description. If you've never heard of any of the stuff I'm working on, well I'm not surprised, unless you're one of the people I'm tagging on this post to let them know I'm here.

Yeah, I've been working on a book of my own which I'm quite proud of. I've been busy on it since July, and it's been so fun! I've been doing lots of research and editing to make it just right. My friends who are tagged on this post have probably seen most of this art, and I really hope you like what you see if you're new! You'll find updates on the book here as I finish chapters and explain my thoughts on them. Also, there's gonna be a lot of lore dumping and art deposits. Feel free to ask me any questions you have, trust me, I love to answer them. 💙

Update: I decided since I don't want like 3000 art blogs- i'm gonna put all my OC works here! Also I might make OC asks? Kinda? Like questions about OCs and book making, just for fun.

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