#that one AU from the void

[cantspelldragoonwithoutgoon]

local elezen has A Realisation.

... /tea indeed.

(the whole mess to this thing)

[caemidraws]

Oath/breaking

[ariaricottoncandy]

You're so naive to think you can.

[daydreams-and-honeybees]

Florist! willow and kindergarten teacher! hunter send tweet

[theanoninyourinbox]

For the hypokits scourge and brokenstar? Where both are good in shadowclan and have kits… one of them being squirrel (noooooo this has nothing to do with my au)

spill the au beans, or are you a coward/affectionate

[limon-rat]

Y'all I don't just draw funky little creatures

Sometimes they're funky little creatures in human bodies

I bring you all Jay from that time I made a Dragons Rising AU months before we even knew what happened to him.

I cut off his leg, gave him another cult, and also got Nelson and the Paperboys involved because they're also my children.

Anywho, feel free to ask questions (<- literally begging y'all to talk to him in replies, reblogs, the ask box, please pleas please ple-)

[beans-and-shet]

Life goddess and death god au concept cause I can and their personalities suit it

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Do you think Home and Bardaby would end up- if not friends than at least allies eventually in your fantasy au? I think it would be a real shame if Wally's best friend & his patron couldn't find some common ground. Maybe they could both keep an eye on Wally for each other? I know Home is literally Always There with him, but there are some human(puppet?) issues that an elder god just wouldn't really get. idk, I just think it's a bit of a shame that they don't get along, since Barnaby's the only other person besides Wally to actually interact with home in the original ARG.

oh no yeah! they do Eventually! it just takes a while and some work. Home in this au is pretty protective of Wally for Reasons, and it takes a lot to make them go "hey, you're chill. i like you". unfortunately Barn is also protective (not nearly to Home's extent but yk) so they naturally clash where they should get along

i have the full process In My Mind but essentially: Home, if given express permission, can "possess" Wally (put in quotes bc technically Wally is already possessed by them). this happens either when Wally wants a fucking break / is overwhelmed and wants Home to take the wheel (Wally's consciousness is kinda 'turned off' - it falls into a deep sleep!), or if Home does Wally a favor - they trade the favor for a set amount of possession time. because Home would like to have a body & make the decisions from time to time <3

during one of these "Home has the wheel" periods, i imagine that some shit goes down that forces Barnaby & Home to work together w/o a mediator. and during this time they're trying to get through this while keeping Wally's body relatively unharmed - Barnaby experiences a nice disconnect of "this is Wally but its also not Wally & its also a being i don't like very much bc its a dick-". but through the power for Forced Interaction, they realize that yeah, they have common ground, but they're also not too bad :]. catch Wally taking the wheel and being perplexed at how Barnaby is all "hey say hi to Home for me!" or asking for Home's opinion on things.

[supernovaa-remnant]

yet another snippet of the c!dreambur post-canon in utah au

I'm not sure if I'll ever make this concept into a proper fic, and even if I do I'm not sure how many of these snippets will make it in/stay canon to the story, but I'm enjoying writing them anyway

[lammydraws]

sorry my handwriting is messy

"Mercy": Magic user, rings constantly rotating/orbinging (around her horns), wings made using magic, same as the "eyes of judgement" (both can be put away)

She's the person having the red crown before it is given to Narinder

???: receives one of the rings from Mercy, they can change their size freely. After Mercy's disappearance ??? returns to their realms, but keeps a close eye on the events ocurring in the Land of the Old Faith

"Oomi": also received one of the rings from Mercy, they also can use magic and use it to create their wings which they can put away

oomis character design was an adopt purchased from casper (@secondsonaym ) (they make cool stuff) (and i still have to properly draw them my apologies)

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[cantspelldragoonwithoutgoon]

kya~*

[scoliosisgoblin]

anyway, here's Jay and Peter au's

based on looks Jay would be Gomez and Peter would be Morticia, though their personalities are switched, sooo

[shinene]

PLS EXCUSE MY MESSY SKETCH this is honestly as clean as I can be. He is baby girl, to me

So. I am reading @venomous-qwille 's Ghost In The Machine and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i love everyone. More dwawings to follow i just had to get Fool onto paper because he's been dancing around in my head all week. FIRSTLY I LOVE THE COSTUMING for like all the characters but especially Fool-!!!!!

Secondly, I want to ;_; kiss him and dance with him! Look at that outfit! It was made for dancing!!

thank you for this wonderful story i am so well fed 💖✨

[starpirateee]

A handful of stardust

@holloweaneweek day 2 - Stars (alt)

warnings: kidnapping / read on AO3 here

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Duke shifted, pulling at the ropes binding he and the star- Holloway- to the mast below deck. All the regret in the world was starting to set in, and he had to force himself to think about just how he’d gotten there.

The wall.

All of this had started because he defied the one rule his town held sacred and crossed the wall. He was all set for a perfectly ordinary life, but a fallen star and his sense of curiosity had completely gotten the better of him.

But, he couldn’t really complain, could he? He’d already had the adventure of a lifetime, and he’d only been gone a day or two.

Surely, the adventure was bound to last, too, had he not told Holloway to think of home and the travel had left the two of them stranded on a cloud. Halfway between his home and hers. He knew he should’ve been more specific… Now they’d been kidnapped by what he could only describe as sky pirates, and from what he could make out on the other side of the door, they really had it in for them.

He could feel the slow throbbing of his left hand underneath the tension of the ropes. In the heat of the moment, when Holloway was inches away from facing the business end of some crazy man’s blade, he’d made a move of his own. The mother he'd never known about had left him the strangest candle in existence, and when he’d lit it, he’d found himself able to travel with only a thought. When he’d seen the chance of Holloway’s death, he’d grabbed the candle and thrust it into the closest flame, desperate to make an escape. 

Some escape this was.

“Do you… Can you and yours even die?” He asked quietly, shooting a nervous glance out of the window, down to the eventual demise thousands of feet below them.

“Die?” She returned, with half the caution he’d exerted.

“Well, it pretty much looks like that’s where this is going, right? Soon as those debates stop going on above us, they’re either gonna torture the life out of us, or we’re going straight through that window there.”

“Why do those have to be the only two options?”

“Forgive me for not being the most optimistic about our chances, Miss Holloway, but they’re pirates! And half of them looked like they wanted to kill us!”

At that, the man who seemed to be in charge burst through the door, his eyes on his catch from the moment he began sauntering down the stairs. He was a tall, well built man, though Duke had no gauge of just how tall he was with the way he was positioned. His hair was a mess of golden curls, long enough that he was able to keep it tied up, but short enough that some of the frontmost strands had begun to fall loose.

The thing that startled Duke the most was the very long and very obvious sword sitting at his waistband. That was where his eyes landed, and he couldn’t look away.

The captain approached, step by thunderous step. Duke did everything he could not to look afraid as he and Holloway were put under scrutiny.

“Alright, the two of you best start giving me some answers, less you want this to end in a very long and very painful death. This is where you tell me who you are and what the hell you’re doin’ up here.”

Duke felt himself stiffen, and he heard Holloway take in a soft breath behind him. He sturdied himself, summoned as much confidence as he could manage, and stared the captain straight in the face. “My name’s Duke Keane, This is my… Wife, Marisa.” Two lies in one breath. He was lucky he considered himself to be a good liar. Holloway was the only name she’d given him, but it didn’t sound enough like a forename for him to use it, so he’d had to improvise. 

“We had no intentions of being here!” Holloway reasoned, giving Duke ample chance to bounce off that.

He nodded frantically. “We’re tryna make it back home. To- uh- to Hatchetfield.”

The captain raised an eyebrow, leaning back against a precarious stack of crates. “She’s your wife, huh? Certainly won’t be the case for much longer… Not with the way things are going, son.”

“Don’t touch her,” Duke warned, to which the captain laughed. From behind the door, he and Holloway heard the crew laughing too. Great. This was one step away from being free entertainment for a whole crew of people. He struggled, decidedly desperate to get out of this situation.

“Your little show of spirit isn’t impressing anyone, Keane. Another word outta you, and I’ll cut out your tongue.”

Duke’s eyes went wide. “Sir-?” His hand absently found Holloway’s. They held onto each other, their reluctance to be in each other’s company being outshone by a want to stay alive.

“An improvement, but still not better.” Within a moment, the captain leaned forwards, and his tone dropped. “Listen to me, son. I have a plan, but I’m going to need you to play along.”

“Wh-what?!” Startled by the change, Holloway dared herself to turn around, nearly meeting the captain’s eyes. 

“I dunno how much longer I can keep this interrogation going, so I’m gonna make a dramatic ending. This lot doesn’t take kindly to prisoners, y’see.” He straightened up, unsheathed his sword, and cut straight through the rope binding the two of them to the mast.

Duke startled immediately and pressed himself up against the sturdy wood. He received a rather sympathetic look from the captain.

“I’ll explain in good time, I swear on my life. But right now, the only thing I need is your trust… And your clothes.”

“Excuse me?”

The captain pointed. At the far end of the room stood a wooden mannequin. “I’m gonna throw you overboard.” He’d said that loud enough that the outside crew could hear him. They scrambled up onto the main deck, presumably to see the action for themselves. Duke looked like he was starting to understand. As he was removing his jacket, he received one final instruction that set this whole thing into motion.

“Behind that door at the far end is a passage that leads straight to my cabin. Take it, I’ll bring your lady, and then I will explain.”

With the promise of an explanation, but still feeling more confused and apprehensive than he had in a long time, Duke simply elected to go along with it. But he was truly astounded. How could one man go from looking like he was out for blood to offering his prisoners another chance at life, in a mere matter of moments?

Taking the passageway in just his underwear was one of the most exposing things he’d ever done, and the place was a kind of cold that he wouldn’t get used to quickly. He didn’t stick around for long enough to see what happened next, but while he was shifting through the all too thin corridor, he heard cheers from above him, and then he pushed his way into the captain’s quarters just as he heard Holloway yelling something he couldn’t quite catch. Something about a murderer? That guy must’ve told her how to go along with it. He really knew how to set something up, didn’t he?

He barely managed to compose himself before the captain came bursting through the door, near enough dragging Holloway behind him. The moment the door closed, she stood up straighter, and he released her. 

“I am sorry about that, miss… Needs must.”

She shrugged, brushing herself off. “It was.. No problem. But, you are gonna tell us what’s going on now, aren’t you?”

“Of course. See, from the moment you mentioned Hatchetfield, I knew there was something I could do... Mr Keane,” his eyes landed on Duke, who had shrunken into himself and was trying to keep himself as warm as possible. He hummed a little, wandering over to what looked like a closet, and sizing something up. When he turned back around, he had slung over his arm a whole other outfit that he quickly passed off to Duke. “I believe this looks like your size. And I assume there are questions?”

Duke accepted the bundle of fresh clothes and began to slip them on, more bothered about keeping the chill of the thin air off him. “Uh yeah, more than a few… Who are you? What was the deal back there?��� He was immediately surprised that the captain's judgement was perfectly correct. Everything he'd been handed fit him perfectly, as if they had been tailored for him. He decided not to think too much into that.

“I suppose that is a good place to start. The name's McNamara. My father was one of the greatest privateers this side of the wall, and his reputation permits nothing other than my being exactly the same. I've spent years building up this facade; the most ruthless, unforgiving bastard I could muster. But the truth of the matter is different. I'm not entirely sure what would happen if they ever found out I'd been slyly letting men go for longer than I can remember…”

“You said the stepping stone was when I mentioned Hatchetfield?”

“I myself am a Hatchetfield boy, and I dare say I’ve missed the place in my years away…”

“Now I know you’re lying-” Duke muttered, to which McNamara laughed heartily. 

“Mhm. Damn right.”

“What’s so bad about it?” Holloway asked, all too innocently.

Duke shot a quick glance towards McNamara. It seemed this wasn’t the first time he’d heard that he’d been lied to. He seemed entirely nonplussed, so Duke assumed that Holloway had already rushed him through an explanation.

“What’s right about it?” He returned, his focus directed towards her. “Strange place, really… A lot of weird stuff happens, that’s why I thought nobody would notice if I hopped the wall and decided to venture out. It’s like people say, around there, people go missing every day.”

Her eyes widened a little. The fact that the whole town was just willing to shrug off the strange happenings and the numerous disappearances was astounding, to say the least. She couldn’t believe that.

McNamara folded his arms. “I’ve got a deal to make some miles below, there’s a buyer willing to take up what we’ve been collecting, for good money. An offer I can’t refuse, let’s say. But the two of you are welcome to stay, I’ll get you back to Hatchetfield, you have my word.”

The two of them felt rather assured in that. When McNamara docked- which was a much less violent experience than Duke had thought- the whole crew disappeared with several airtight canisters in tow. Had either of them seen what they had actually been collecting? What kind of deal could make McNamara so excited that they had to take it on immediately?

Whatever the deal was, it gave the two of them the chance to look around a little. Holloway became fascinated with the metal netting at the bow of the ship, and spent a while staring at it. It was a wire frame, and led down over the body of the zeppelin keeping the ship in the air. Connecting it to the deck was a long, iron rod that almost resembled a flagpole.

When she motioned Duke over, he stared at it, trying to figure it out. “That looks like a lightning rod…” He pointed out. 

“A lightning rod? On an airship?”

“Why conduct the lightning towards the ship? Surely that’d be something they wanted to get away from…”

She nodded her agreement. “Unless that’s what they’re selling off?”

That sounded entirely crazy to him, but at the same time, somewhat plausible. He couldn’t imagine how it worked, but somehow, he could picture people literally collecting the lightning out of the sky almost perfectly.

When the crew returned, Duke was introduced to them as McNamara’s nephew, returned from some journey or other. The change in outfit had made him feel like a completely different person, in any case, even if he physically looked no different. 

The journey back to Hatchetfield wasn't a short one. The estimation had been a couple of days, but the time wasn't wasted. McNamara was incredibly kind to the both of them, and they quite literally danced the night away. Duke wasn't the most proficient dancer, but the way McNamara told it to him made it sound easy. And, Holloway was a brilliant partner. Both of them shared that lack of practice, but she was smiling like she had never been part of a better experience. He held her close, looking at her like she’d hung the moon. Keeping to a rhythm was much easier when there was no music, so the two of them swayed to their own melody, one that he found himself absently humming.

Lost in the moment, he closed his eyes, letting everything wash over him. He was the luckiest man in the world, and he’d fallen in love with a star. An actual star, fallen from the sky. And that didn’t sound even remotely crazy to him. 

A gathering of soft gasps from the crew drew him back into the moment, and he opened his eyes to find that Holloway was quite literally glowing. His smile grew only further, and he leaned in towards her. “You’re really shinin’ out here tonight…” he mused softly

She returned his smile, and then seemed to realise exactly what he meant. But, she seemed to delight in it, and laughed a melodic little tinkle. “May as well make the moment last then, right?”

Duke’s cheeks dusted with a blush, and he nodded dutifully. Taking one of his hands from her waist, he held it out, and interlaced her fingers in his. “By all means…”

[good-beanswrites]

Just wanted to plant an idea if you wanted a bit of fuel: Mahiru asking Yuno to come to her cell before everything goes down.

Edit: I forgot the ask didn't say it but this is part of Kyanako's incredible Order Of Attack AU!

Didn't mean for this to become a mini Mappi study but here we are ✨ Thank you for the request! I fully intended to write them hanging out, but it's more right before they hang out lol. Went a bit on-the-nose with foreshadowing, but isn't that the fun part? It has become Emotional Over Mahiru Hour...

I kept things vague, but TW for mentioning her boyfriend's state of potential self-harm

Mahiru tried not to act superstitious, she really did. As much as she loved the idea of little luck charms, or avoided easy signs of misfortune, it was easier to keep quiet about such ridiculous things.

Maybe catching a bride’s bouquet meant no guarantees; maybe there was no real harm in stepping underneath ladders, maybe a coin tossed into a fountain had no real magic to its wish. However, the one thing she knew for sure held power was a lucky presence. Being in the right place at the right time could alter everything. And today was the right time for something. There was this waiting in the air. The prison had been holding its breath. Mahiru knew it was time to release it all.

“You must be so lonely, why don’t you let big sis Mahiru keep you company?” She beamed at Amane.

She often recalled the good fortune that she and a certain young man had crossed paths on the university terrace. She used to laugh with him about the wonderful coincidence of bumping into each other outside of the bakery, then the convenience store. 

Though she’d never spoken about it to him, she was also grateful for many occasions where she walked in on him at the precise moment to talk him out of something reckless. She always told him that they’d do everything together. He didn’t need to be alone anymore. 

“I wish to be alone. I need peace of mind to think.” Amane turned away from the cell door.

It was a good thing, too. Mahiru’s smile wasn’t as convincing as she said, “o-oh. Of course.”

She made her way around the panopticon, hearing Fuuta pace his cell in anticipation. He must have felt it too, this holding of breath. 

Or perhaps not. He turned down her offer for a bit of company, including a few more colorful words than Amane had. Mahiru just apologized for bothering him and headed back to her cell. She wasn’t sure where Mikoto was at this hour, but she didn’t feel like smiling through a third rejection.

She shook her head back and forth. She wished the motion could rattle the voices inside, she wished she could shake them all away. With her arms secured in place she could no longer cover her ears. She used to hum to keep them at bay, but lately they’d been too loud to stifle. They just kept on talking.

Their words told her the two were right. Nobody needed her company. No – nobody wanted it. Being together hadn’t helped her boyfriend. In fact, being together had been the very thing that got him killed. No wonder Amane and Fuuta wanted to avoid her. 

So then, this was for the best. She would rather deal with the brief sting of refusal than stumble in one day to find them hurt… or worse. As much as she tried to avoid the superstition of it all, the voices reminded her that her very presence could mean life or death. 

“Mappi, are you alright?” Mahiru hadn’t realized a tear had slipped down her cheek until she hurried to swipe it away in front of Yuno. 

“Hah, I’m fine! Just fine.” It was impossible to fool her, Mahiru had learned, but that never stopped her from trying. 

At least she always spoke tactfully. “Rough morning?”

Mahiru shifted her arms in her uniform, making a small sound of agreement.

“Can I do anything to help? What if I stay with you for a bit? I can do your hair, and…”

The voices were right. Amane and Fuuta knew it, too. Presences did hold power, and Mahiru’s was cursed.

But she would sound foolish admitting such a fear to Yuno. She'd heard plenty from the voices about how stupid and airheaded she was, there was no use in getting the same lecture from someone as grounded as her.

Mahiru managed a weak protest, unable to explain her real reasoning. Yuno was insistent. She didn’t give much of a choice. Could she feel the strangeness of the prison, as well? 

At last, Mahiru allowed her shoulders to sag. Yuno was lucky. And kind. Having her nearby would do her good. Amane and Fuuta would be alright. Mahiru had tried spending more time with them after verdicts were announced. Now, she made a mental note to pull back. If her love couldn’t save anyone, at least she could spare them from her curse. They would be safe. 

“Yes. Please stay. The truth is... I don't want to be alone.”

[theanoninyourinbox]

I'm not sure if DarkStripe in the LongStar AU was brought to the Twolegs by Sasha, but the "I lived bitch" post made me imagine DarkStripe super drowsy and a little loopy from anesthesia

that is canon now, Sasha dragged Darkstripe to a stray-friendly vet and got him patched up (but not fixed, the vet wasn’t too sure he’d make it and never got to that step later), and Darkstripe handled the meds like a viral wisdom tooth removal video

Darkstripe looking desolate - the twoleg stole my nuts

Sasha, trying not to laugh - no sweetie, they’re still there

Darkstripe, desperately - but I can’t fiiiiind themmmm help me looooooook

-cue Sasha muffling her cackles in the cat bed-

Saaaaasha did you fiiiind them?!?

(Anytime Darkstripe gets too egotistical Sasha asks if he ever found his nuts)