#this au is so silly but I love it so much

[krysmcscience]

It’s finally done, guys – five whole pages of Narilamb AU comic AND MORE be upon you! (If you have trouble reading any of the text, view the full-size! These pages are huge!)

Yeesh, this took forever. <:)

There’s probably a ton of inconsistencies and anatomy/perspective wonkeries, but this was mostly just comic practice, so Oh Hekkin Well, Lol <:D

(Yes, I am aware the Gateway’s door isn’t present in the Afterlife, and the actual way in is just a pentagram portal. Yes, I put the door in there anyway because Artistic License, i.e. it felt more impactful for there to be a prison door of sorts to walk through to freedom, rather than just a bland boring portal on the ground. 😠)

anyway, i hate backgrounds so much lmao

Alternate ending and a buttload of bonus art under the cut, followed by goofy AU rambles and headcanon stuff:

I’m calling it the Revival AU. It’s not all that creative a title, and someone else has probably used it already, but I am too lazy to really care, LOL

Alternate ending page, which you will Definitely need to view the full-size for, Whoopsie Daisy:

The alternate ending was actually the first ending I finished things off with, because I had a brief badbrain moment where I forgot the emotional beat I initially wanted the comic to end on, and I tend to write comedy, anyway. I later remembered and drew out the proper ending, but I preserved and finished this one, too, because it still makes me giggle.

They had to go back for the followers off-screen in the AU’s real ending. And by ‘they’ I mean just the Lamb, because they weren’t about to ask three newly freed cats to go back into what used to be their prison. The Lamb DID spend some time watching Narinder and the bois enjoying the outdoors first, though:

In other news, here’s the Lamb and me making fun of my anatomy-drawing ‘skills’:

Meanwhile, if you’re wondering why the Lamb is just a-okay with how things went down vis a vis Their Murder, this bonus comic should answer at least some of your questions:

Ah, yes, also this is how they get engaged outside of the alternate ending. Forgot to mention that bit. XD (I already refuse to believe that Narinder is capable of flirting normally, so why would his initial marriage proposal be any better???)

Oh, and before any of them get a chance to actually head back to the cult grounds, there is one potential problem:

And by ‘problem’ I mean something Narinder intends to ignore for At Minimum a thousand years. Cuz he’s a petty bitch like that. :D

what do you mean i drew the lamb too tall compared to the background? clearly they’re standing on top of baal and aym lmao, why else would you think those two aren’t in this one??? (aym and baal got way too excited about finally being outside, you see, and their silly modes are nothing to sneeze at)

And, speaking of heading back to the cult grounds, I’m sure y’all would love to know how the Lamb’s followers felt about the brand new change in management:

It all went better than expected. <:D Tiny ramble now, feel free to skip down to the next comic.

Before you ask, no, the Lamb does not have any actual powers anymore, other than the immortality Narinder definitely grants them. The Red Crown just thinks it’s funny to suggest otherwise, and Narinder does nothing to discourage this. Also, the Lamb and Narinder aren’t actually married here yet, but, uh. Pretty safe to say that particular ritual directly follows the events of this comic. XD

Given how quickly he mellows out in canon, Narinder probably chills out a lot in this AU once he’s in charge of the cult, too, if only because 1.) He’s finally free, and 2.) He’s equally smitten with and distracted by the Lamb. He’s definitely in charge at least 95% of the time, though, because the Lamb never actually wanted to be a cult leader and, now that their time as a vessel is done, they just want to be a normal(ish) sheep who’s wholly devoted to their hot new divine husband.

Some followers do still have some valid concerns about these two being together, though, which I’m sure at least a few of you might share…

Unfortunately for any such concerns, the Lamb is a bonafide masochist in this AU. :D

They’re also 100% a sub, obviously

Anyone at all: Your relationship is problematic and potentially toxic

The Lamb: fuck yeah it is, it’s so hot~ OuO

Here’s just the last panel, made transparent for whatever nefarious purposes y’all might have for it:

Additional exchange Narinder and the Lamb have at some point, probably after the Lamb does a fatal whoopsie while out on a mission trip or in response to things getting a little too sadistic in the bedroom, ahaha:

Look, there is a very important distinction between life and death, and if you don’t understand that, then you’re probably not worthy of being the God of Death, anyway. (At least, according to Narinder, and ONLY Narinder.)

Last but not least, have these shittens:

~Such creative naming conventions I have utilized, lololol~ :D Anyway, there's a few deets on them in the rambles down below.

The rest is all ramble, so before I get to that, I’ll just say – likes and especially reblogs are very much appreciated!!! :D If you happen to really really REALLY like my stuff, meanwhile, I do have a link in my bio to my ko-fi page, where I’m accepting commissions and donations if you’re especially generous… ÓuÒ

Now, BE FREE IF YOU AIN’T DOWN FOR READING MY GOOFY RAMBLES

First ramble is re: Baal’s question of ‘Did it really work?’, since I didn’t feel like expanding on it in the comic proper, and it’s arguably pretty vague? He doesn’t ask because he doubts Narinder or his capabilities, exactly, but because neither Baal nor Aym have ever actually seen their god at full power before (he’s still technically not at full power here, either). It’s not expressly stated how soon the brothers were brought to Narinder after his imprisonment, but whether it was early on or after a length of time for Shamura to (somewhat) recover from his attack, he must have already been weakened, since I have no doubts that there was a huge battle that accompanied the Bishops working together to trap him. So, between that fight with all four of his siblings, sharing his power with a variety of vessels over time, and being chained immobile for a thousand years, he must have been severely weakened by the time he lent the Red Crown out to the Lamb, which would have only weakened him further.

I like to think this is how the Lamb is able to defeat him if they refuse to be sacrificed, despite how it took all four Bishops working together to subdue and chain Narinder in the first place.

All that aside, the three cats have been trapped in the Afterlife for so long that Baal also wanted verbal reassurance that they are all, indeed, actually able to leave it now – something that I headcanon isn’t possible without a significant amount of power (i.e. the Red Crown’s cooperation with its bearer/vessel).

(On a semi-related note, I don’t headcanon Aym and Baal as twins. I like sweetheart big bro Baal and snarky little goth bro Aym too much to have them be that close in age.)

Ah, teeny thing: If you noticed I switched up the art style for Narinder on the second page, that was intentional. It's sort of a visual indicator that there has been a Big Change for him - that being, how much power he has after sacrificing the Lamb. As for why I changed up his arms in the grass rollin' pic, I don't really subscribe to the notion that his arms are spooky bones because they're horrifically injured (beyond chain-chafing scars, that is), but rather just because he's the Bishop of Death, so he can change how normal-to-spooky they look at will. At some point I might doodle out how I imagine his appearance to range between least to most eldritch... 🤔

Next ramble, regarding Narinder’s feelings towards the Lamb...he was initially too focused on being freed from his imprisonment to form any real attachment to them. They were a tool for his use, first and foremost, but he did notice their intense devotion towards him. It was impossible not to notice, because the Lamb was always very happy to see him, even if it was because they died during a crusade (yet again). He wasn’t originally planning to revive them once he was freed, either, because he saw no real point to it – after all, they were already dead when they first met him, just as any other mortal would be when meeting him in the Afterlife, so death has very little real consequence in his eyes. But, once the chains were off, and it really sank in that he stood to lose the most devoted follower he’s ever had, he decided…why put their soul to rest for good or leave them stuck in the Afterlife when he could just as easily revive them again? And why not reward them for their hard work, anyway? Not only would it cost him nothing by comparison, but the future devotion that could come of it would surely make up for his (bare minimum) effort in reviving them.

He wasn’t expecting to get a full dose of that devotion and a smiling face so soon after killing them, though~ :3c (because the Lamb is a bonafide freak, and not-so-secretly into the fucked up power dynamics going on here, lol)

I should mention here that I am firmly of the belief that any non-god/vessel who crosses through the Gateway and into the Afterlife just straight up dies. So, Aym and Baal? Also straight up dead, from the second Shamura brought them through. Their souls were just never put to rest so that Narinder could have some company – if only according to Shamura. Narinder kept the two around mostly out of bewilderment, because honestly, who are these kittens, and what is Shamura’s game here, anyway??? They never even explained anything, they just tossed these kittens into the Afterlife and LEFT!!! At any rate, Aym and Baal being dead is how I explain why their souls apparently become lost in the void if they’re killed, along with the added complications required to revive the two because of it.

So, with those deets in mind, and given a bit of time, if Narinder hadn’t chosen to revive the Lamb, and also hadn’t chosen to put their soul to rest, they still would have woken up at some point, despite being as straight up dead as Aym and Baal. Who, don’t worry, were also properly revived while Narinder was waiting for the Lamb to wake up. Because I am also firmly of the belief that, first, the dead cannot leave the Afterlife without the use of a ritual/relic (and can't stay in the living world for long regardless), and second, dead followers’ devotion isn’t anywhere near as potent as that of the living, given how much more the living stand to lose.

Final ramble, regarding the Lamb’s feelings towards Narinder, and why they’re so devoted to him…

Well, you don’t spend most of your life on the run with your steadily-dwindling herd, trying to evade the ongoing genocide of your species, without becoming a little fucked up in the head. Maybe a lot fucked up in the head. Life is suffering, so might as well have fun with it, right? Maybe start finding death and pain to be kind of hilarious, even a little bit hot, once everyone you know and love is dead and gone, leaving you all alone? And maybe after that, there’s something comforting in how, despite the cold, cruel uncertainties of life, at least you can always count on the inevitability of death, patiently waiting for you until your very last breath? Who knows. Either way, as soon as the Lamb was killed, and they learned that the literal God of Death was offering them a second chance at life and vengeance via effective immortality, they were 100% ride-or-die-devoted all at once. Turns out death is kinder than life – go figure. (Of course, it helps that Narinder is 100% their type.)

They weren’t put off by Narinder’s thinly-veiled sadism or manipulations, either – they’re not too different in those regards, albeit opting for vastly different methods. It’s a very ‘two sides of the same coin’ sort of deal. In order to stay alive once they were made the last of their kind, the Lamb had no qualms with using others to their advantage, and that did not change once they were revived and expected to run a cult. They didn’t care for the position of authority, though – being a sheep and all, they’re much more of a follower than a leader, and thus greatly appreciated Narinder’s need for control. With how they had to keep on their toes for so long, the Lamb was also pretty good at reading people by the time they died, so they could recognize that a lot of Narinder’s posturing was just that – posturing. Dude’s 95% bluster and only 5% bite. He could obviously be vicious when he wanted or needed to (the Bishops' injuries were clear proof of that), but underneath his outer layer of cruelty was a generous layer of tsundere, and underneath all THAT was a soft squishy middle sibling velcro cat in desperate need of attention and affection.

(Which, for the record, he Did Not feel comfortable getting from Aym and Baal – Narinder still has no idea why the fuck Shamura sent them to him, beyond acting as keepers at best or trying to sabotage his attempts to escape at worst. Which, he thought HE sabotaged in turn, by guiding the kittens into being his devoted disciples instead. He thought he was very clever for it. ‘I outsmarted Shamura!’ he thought, despite that there was never anything there to outsmart. ‘What do you mean, Shamura sent your kittens to me for company?’ he demands of Forneus later. It may or may not lead him to pull Shamura out of Purgatory just so he can shake them and scream about how they should have Fucking Explained that!!!)

But, getting back on track as to why the Lamb was so willing to be sacrificed, I cannot stress this enough – if you pay even a minimal amount of attention to what he’s saying, Narinder is REALLY NOT SUBTLE about his intentions. ‘Death is of little consequence.’ ‘Followers are for you to use to your advantage.’ ‘Sacrifice a follower to absorb more power.’ So, yeah, the Lamb knew exactly what would be expected of them once the other Bishops were dead. They knew Narinder would expect them to die for him one last time. But, after all, death is of little consequence (not to mention hot), so when the time came, they wanted to see him freed, even if it meant oblivion for them in the end.

He’d given them a second life, and the ability to avenge their kin, and they felt indebted to him for that – so, while they were still pretty glum about the possibility that they might not get to see him free of his chains, nothing beyond their devotion and debt to him mattered. They never wanted all the drama and expectations that came with the Red Crown’s power, anyway, so, better for Narinder to have it back so that he could deal with it. What he did with the Lamb afterward would be up to him, and seeing as he was their god, they’d accept his decision gladly.

Were they in love with him by that point? Oh, obsessively so, but only in the devotional sense – romance was nowhere on their mind nor radar. That is, until he unexpectedly revived them again, told them he still needed them, and then offered down his hand to help them up.

The Lamb fell HARD for him in that moment. :3c

And now, a tiny shitten ramble. Lu and Li are twins, because sheep tend to have those a lot, and are conceived not long after the Lamb and Narinder’s marriage ceremony. Lu is the minutes older one, but Li is much more mature. I have put no further thought into these two, other than that they are utter menaces, birthed by the Lamb, cling hard to both their parents but especially Narinder (who spoils them rotten), and they are both genderfluid, using whichever pronouns/names they feel like at any given time. They are also both intersex, same as the Lamb, who was initially infertile up until Something Something Vague Magic, which I have also put no further thought into ¯\_(シ)_/¯

oh, and before anyone tries to suggest i headcanon this AU’s lamb as trending more female due to them giving birth or whatever, no, no, a thousand times no, they might have a vag, but they've also got a dick, and even if it's not as big as they'd like, they still know how to use it

Finally, the very tentative name for the Lamb in this AU is Yazdi, which is really just another name for the Baluchi breed of sheep XD (Not that the Lamb is this specific breed, I just didn’t like any of the other sheep-related names I found, ahaha...)

THAT’S ALL FOR NOW (collapses into an exhausted pile of goopy limbs)

[dcxdpdabbles]

Heyo! I've been loving the content! Especially new management, that was a phenomenal read. Was wondering if you had further thoughts or scenes on it or on the Single Dad Au? I think the only story I like better than these two is congratulations, it triplets!

Adore your work! Phenomenal!

Damian did not trust Daniel Fenton.

The man pretended like he wanted nothing from his Father besides his heart—not his wealth, not his influence, not his company, and not even his vast amount of skills.

Even Damian's mother—who was in love with Father for a time—could not conceal the knowledge that marrying Father would elevate her position in Grandfather's eyes. There was a time when Damian believed love—the romantic type—was not real, that it was unnecessary.

Since his arrival at Wayne Manor, he's learned to acknowledge that love does exist, but he still believes it's never unconditional. He knows that Fenton has to be after something. He attempted to find the answer, but as loath as he was to admit it, Damian had not detected any hit of what Fenton was after.

His hours of surveillance on the man only showed him that Fenton enjoyed writing for his silly little book series- a fantasy novelist how quant- but was self-published and did not attempt to get father to fund him

. Fenton also spent much time with his daughter but seemed happy to support her in anything she wanted as long as she put in the effort, so he was not after Father influenced her. Fenton had no interest in Wayne Enterprises, often looking a tad bored whenever Father spoke of it- not dismissive, just lost- which meant he wasn't after the company.

He discovered that Fenton lived modestly despite having a decent amount of funds. He was middle class and seemed rather happy to stay in the middle class.

Damian would have looked deeper into Fenton, but Father had caught on to his surveillance and had forbidden him from scaring away his lover. Knowing that he required backup, Damian had called a sibling meeting.

He was expecting better results than them just speaking about the benefits of Fenton and Father dating. They should focus on how to defend Father's heart once Fenton's true intentions become visible.

It wasn't that Fenton didn't love Father- or getting there- but he would have a darker side to him that Father was unprepared for. Damian was sure of it.

He just needed to find it.

That's why he approached the man's daughter. Indeed, she would open the opportunity to get closer to the man after his father without using his training to follow Fenton. Father could not fault his brilliant walkabout.

Damian was just not prepared for her to be more tolerable than the regular fools in Gotham. She was a fellow artist with a love of nature and travel.

She took him to different parts of Gotham, where they could find animals and wonderful buildings to draw. Dani also always shared her music—he didn't want to listen, but it allowed him to build a profile on her—and he found she also had an application for classical covers of pop music.

Dani also seemed so unbothered by anything. She moved as if she had never been weighed down by any issues. She was weightless but not lost. Seeing someone so at peace with themselves was odd, so Damian sometimes forgot why he was spending time with her.

Sometimes, he just relaxed with her and spoke to her, and really, she was far better than the fools his Father took in.

Dani one day asked if he would go with her to the mall. She wanted some new clothes, and Damian found that her style was rather artistic. This style also caused many stares from those close to their age.

He watched as she walked through the street, owning it with her presence and powerful, unchained personality. Then she acted like she didn't even care, though she definitely knew it.

That is why when she offered to help him buy an outfit, Damian agreed with far too much enthusiasm before she finished. He even wore it out of the store, feeling...like he got close to her unchained freedom. He kept glancing into the reflection of mirrors, a rish of glee at how great he felt in clothes that he would have scoffed at.

He also appreciated how people gawked at them as if they were the most fascinating thing they had ever seen. Damina enjoyed following beside Dani's stride, grinning up at her as she told jokes.

"Dude, it's crazy to think that if our Dads get married, we'll be siblings," she says one day, and Damian startles. She leans over, helping him adjust the beanie she got him, a more blurt red of her own, and Damian's eyes go very wide as she grins at him.

Damian's eyes go very wide.

He hadn't even thought of that.

He races home after she takes him to a slam poetry night, snapping her fingers with that interesting, peaceful, fully in-the-moment-without-stress personality of hers.

Damian kicks the door to Father's office and shouts, "Father, you must marry Daniel Fenton at once!"

He misses that Fenton is also there, sipping from a teacup. He'd never seen Father look that embarrassed before, either. Though Fenton seemed rather pleased, which helped his new quest of making Dani his new, much more enjoyable sister that left him in awe.

She promised to take him to her favorite store for more pastel goth outfits next week, too. Once her father marries in, they might turn it into a weekly thing.

[mygnolia]

love is in the (chilly) air | psh

pair: figure skater!sunghoon x gn!reader (inspired by en-o-clock ep 20) | g: fluff, bit of angst, comfort, humor! figure skating au  | wc: 1.6k | cw: insecurities about sunghoon choosing you or his love for the ice, no injuries but a soft landing in the snow, cheesy cheesy couples (why can’t we have nice things)

a/n: if you recognize this it's because i revamped it! I wanted to add more, and change a few things. still a personal fave <3

“I’m going to look like an idiot, hoon.” you mumble, fumbling with the zipper of your jacket before looking up to witness his reaction. 

your boyfriend tries his best to convince you to join him. 

“you won’t,” he argues, and you feel your heart flutter. “you never have.” sunghoon’s words are spoken in earnest, and while they make you realize how lucky you are, they do little to calm your nerves. 

still, you doubtfully consider your choices, and sunghoon can sense your hesitation from a mile away. “okay, how about this,” he proposes, holding both of your hands in his and leaning down to make eye contact with you. “i’ll show you the basics, and if you still don’t want to, we can go back home.” you honestly don’t want to go home now that you’re already bundled in your crisp clothes- you want to see sunghoon having the time of his life, but you also want to preserve your dignity.

this idea is better, you think, and after what feels like years, you nod. a bright grin lights up on the boy’s face, and he excitedly drags out outside to the sidewalk. “it’s snowing.” you mutter, trying to find any excuse to go back. 

“if snow was…” sunghoon trails off, letting out an excited ‘oh!’ once he knows what he would have said. “if snow was an indicator for how much i love you, it would be a blizzard in my heart.” he declares, smiling as he drags you along the bustling streets. he seems proud of himself for an analogy so romantic, and you hand it to him in your head. he knows just how to make you feel special all the time. 

you tell him, however, for the sake of having fun, “for me, it would be midsummer.”

“you wound me.”

“it’s what i do best.” you deadpan, smiling nonetheless. 

sunghoon frowns dramatically and lets go of your gloved hand to cross his arms. “you’re terrible!” he retorts, starting to walk faster and leaving a trail of booted footprints. “all i want to do is shower you in my love and affection and then you pretend you’re not in love with me.” he declares, placing the false narrative that you do not reciprocate his feelings. you smile at his antics, reaching to fluff up his hair before grabbing his bicep, intertwining your fingers and leaning on his shoulder when you finally catch up to him.

“i do love you, sunghoon.” you murmur. the boy beside you smiles when he hears it. 

“i know.” he says, a smug look on his face. “I just wanted to hear you say it.” 

scowling, you take your hand out of his pocket. “you m-“ sunghoon shushes you immediately, raising his eyebrows as he watches your confused expression morph into a concerned one. 

“what?” 

he smiles before kissing your forehead. “i just wanted to say i love you too, silly.” he rolls his eyes, and continues along the path. 

by the time you reach the park, and venture past the playground to the lake that’s frozen over, sunghoon reaches inside the bag he’s been carrying and pulls out two pairs of ice skates, with a mischievous glint in his eye. “come on.” he tells you, and starts to put on the skates as quickly as he can. “you promised.” you didn’t, but you also can’t afford to see your boyfriend so dejected if you disagree. 

the ice makes you feel like bambi. how does sunghoon do this three times a week? he grabs your flailing arms, laugh as he holds you close. “i got you.” he reassures, a happy grin on his features. when you look up, you realize that there’s nothing sunghoon loves more in this world than you, and the ice. 

ever since the daunting young age of six, the boy’s found solace in the frozen surfaces he glides across. but amongst the trophies, medals, and perfect scores across the board, however, he’s found room in his heart to accommodate you, someone who he can’t remember a life without, and as he patiently guides you across the slippery planes of his love and adoration, you can’t help but fall more in love with him. 

“hey! are you even skating anymore?” he playfully scolds you, letting go of your arms unexpectedly. the lack of support renders you a fumbling mess as your shift in balance almost causes you to topple over, face first into the frozen water. instead, you fall towards your boyfriend, who holds you tight and lets you regain your balance. “easy there, tiger. don’t want you to ruin that pretty face of yours.” 

“oh my god, i think i just saw my life flash before my eyes.” you tell him, ghastly look on your face, and sunghoon giggles at your reaction. he smooths out your hair the best he can with his gloves on, running his fingers through your locks and stopping to pat your head. 

he switches to a different topic. “are you okay, though? you were zoning out and i wasn’t sure what to do.” he confesses sheepishly. your eyes widen before you nod vigorously. 

“yes-yes, i’m fine.” you reassure him, but your words seem to fall on deaf ears as he looks at you worriedly. “it’s embarrassing if i tell you what i was thinking about!” you defend. 

“say it.” he prompts you. you sigh defeatedly. 

“i just think you’re so cool across the ice, hoon, and sometimes i wonder why you decided to even love me when all you needed was figure skating. like, you’ve gone for so long doing this,” you stop to motion at the ground where the indents lay in the marks of the ice. “and you’ve perfected it, so sometimes, it feels like i have this unknowing competition between me and skating, and i’m worried you’ll have to choose someday.”

he hums at your words, soaking in your insecurities before reaching to hold you close. “i think that i’ll never be able to choose. you make me happy in a different way than figure skating does, y’know? I feel passionate when i skate, and i feel like i’m always chasing towards something better.” he pauses, and his hot breath materializes in the white air. “with you, though, i feel like i’ve finally been able to sit down, and take a break. i feel like you make me realize it is not so hard to be with the thing you love, and of course our relationship takes effort. but it’s a different kind of effort. it’s not the effort I have to force myself to wake up to do sometimes. i’ve skated for years on end, but you make me feel whole, you make me understand some of the best things i can about myself, and make me feel like i can carry the world in the weird way that ice can’t. loving you is one of the easiest things i’ve done.” he says it all in this genuine way that you know and love about him. sunghoon’s an open book- you know when he’s mad but you know when he’s honest, and right now is one of those moments where you’ve seen him bear his heart on his sleeve, just for you. your love for him is boundless, and you feel like you can never truly stop caring for a boy like him. 

sunghoon’s cute when he rambles. sunghoon’s also the love of your life, and sunghoon makes you feel special. all you can do is smile through your teary eyes and kiss him as the snow slowly descends from the sky and you loop your arms around his neck. “thank you,” you whisper, the white air puffing into his cheeks. “thank you, sunghoon.” it’s a tender feeling, to hold him so close, and to feel so warm despite the cold weather.

there’s just one key component you’re missing. your balance here is terrible. 

you let out a yelp as you feel yourself start to tip over and bring sunghoon down with you- the boy scrambling to ground himself as he eases your fall. thankfully, you land in the snow, and both the cushioning and your boyfriend’s grip eases your head on the way down. “alright.” you say, wiping off the snow that’s gotten on you. “i’m done for the day. or the month, or year.” 

you sit on the ground and watch sunghoon travel across the frozen surface, with an elated smile on his face and a professionalism that meshes together into an adorable childlike wonder. you marvel at his skill, eyes following every twist and turn, even as he does a triple axel out of nowhere. “that’s not fair!” you cry out. “you’re just showing off, now.” he laughs before doing another spin. 

the boy makes his way over, catching his breath as he sits beside you. he lets his head fall into your lap, and you take the opportunity to comb through his hair. “yes.” he says out of nowhere, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. he continues. “i was showing off.”

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[violestars]

𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: Sunday x male reader

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: childhood friends to best friends to nothing au, where rejecting your confession is worth more than the pain of infecting your perfect image with his sinful existence.

𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: not proof read, probably a wip, !!only male readers!!

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: yandere-ish?,maybe ooc, mention of religion, implied homophobia, angst no comfort, just depressing.

Your childhood friend is a rather confusing fellow, to the point where one would think his significant other, if he ever has one, is the type to do riddles for fun. You also love riddles but moreover, you love him. Can anyone blame you? You were consumed by these feelings in your undeveloped mind. Seven was the age you fell for Sunday, for the charming boy that is your childhood friend. Maybe it was just some puppy love between two foolish kids but no one can explain the bubbling excitement in your stomach whenever a barely visible pout was drawn on his face, whenever he uses sugar coated words to kindly ask others to leave you two alone or how his clinginess to you was shown so slyly. You are an equal to Sunday and it has left a sweet taste on your tongue till this day.

As you grow older, your mind starts to question this fondness for him. You were taught love doesn't need any explanation but you aren't dumb, there are always reasons behind everything. Even the unknown comfort, warmness one could find in another is also a reason. You know that because you have experienced it with Sunday but that wasn't your concern, for now at least. Deep down you know this love for the other male isn’t merely a mystery, your relationship does not belong in those cheap romcoms you two would binge on a sunday night. Was it more evident on the day you went crying to him about your religious mother? Was it because of the warm hands that traced your cheeks, causing you to lean into such softness as he teased you with a coo? How you wished he could repeat his supposedly sin against his perfectionist family's belief was the attraction to the same gender, the boyish smirk once he admitted how good rebellion feels.

School isn't your strongest suit and you beat yourself up for that, it also doesn't help knowing your insecurity enabled the hatred from others. From family to friends, even strangers, their greatest gift to you was just pitiful stares. Sunday is different though, the soft smile that never fails to comfort you, the warm embrace of the only friend you can lean on, he is truly a breath of fresh air throughout suffocating days of school. The only subject you're good at is literature but the skills you've gained fails to form a clear answer to why your best friend has never doubted you. Asking him yourself only made the progress more complicated for both your mind and heart, as he flicked your head and told you about how much he worried more about your efforts than some silly printed texts.

“Your mind is built from poetry, not numbers, my little train-wreck.” You remembered his soothing voice right beside your ear, ignoring his ways with words and how it shaded your tear-stained canvas a light red, you let out a weak chuckle to lighten the mood.

“And yours is built of riddles. I'm not stable enough to solve one right now, Sun.” Your lighthearted response only brought him to laughter, a smile now placed onto your face as you silently hoped he would drop whatever sentimental words he just thought of since it was already as awkward as it could be. Who in their right mind would ask their best friend to climb through the bedroom window just because regrets were hitting too hard at 3 am? The guy has a controlling family for god's sake.

“You let people treat you so poorly just because of a subject, or it is everything about you throws them off. Why, though? You might think you're weird but I feel like you're just performing. A spectacular show that doesn't meet its audience, so desperately wants to be heard.”

As you thought you couldn’t drown yourself in thoughts of him further, this only deepens it. How you wondered if he actually has a third eye, silently guilding your thoughts to their respective docks. In your mind, he is the epitome of elegance, sometimes you wonder if the word is made specifically for him. Sunday is just perfect, while in one way he is expected to be due to being the adopted son of such a high status family, you feel like he doesn't even have to try. He handles stressful situations with ease, he joked it's you who taught him so with your antics. You two are the polar opposite, yet it felt like two puzzle pieces finding each other, different notes that falls in tune. You wondered how he tolerated everything throughout the years, not that you were complaining, it was just your anxiety often the authenticity of this friendship but as his hand cradles your face, the usual smile reserved for only you entered the view, you knew the dreams about him is real because Sunday adores you.

Unfortunately, your dreams crashed. You mentally cursed him for ruining everything, it was not his fault he couldn't reciprocate those feelings, it was not his fault he was destined for greatness and you were the loser that existed. You knew you were being petty but it hurt how everything was a cacophony, how you two favored the moon like you favored each other. Well, how you favored him. Sunday wouldn't know all these thoughts, you only nodded at his kind refusal with choked breaths after all. His frown only deepened once he noticed how tears sharp as the finest blade threatened to fall from your eyes and slice through his heart, but he wouldn't say anything. It hurts that your feelings were treated like a slipped word, a dumb accident, by both you and mostly him.

He knew you're worried, he was trained to be attentive to every change to his surroundings yet here he was, hands in a tight grip like how his thoughts are tied together in a messy knot. Sunday has been avoiding you, not right after the night of your confession though, he wasn't that cruel but he was evil enough to do it after reassuring you, hoping you would not throw away this unshakable friendship. Reason was, Sunday didn't know why he couldn't accept your love, he should have trust in every card he played, that was what they taught him.

It just tasted bitter. He isn't a saint, he hoped you also knew that, his mouth is filled with lies and his existence needs to be soaked in soap. In other words, Sunday is a freak of nature. Him and his sister were adopted to a rich family after the passing of their parents. Sadly enough, he still felt like nobody's son, his every step reminds him of walking on fragile ice under the threatening gaze of his so-called guardians but he still walks anyways. His sister, Robin, has her own dreams to fulfill and no one will dared to rewritte her role into another plaything for the Gods. That's why Sunday will carry all the burdens, the responsibility that will never be put onto Robin's freely spread wings and he works hard to keep it that way.

Sunday lived in this facade that is made of others' desires, he was a trapped bird that pretends to be an eagle, he felt like the strongest piece in chess but never the mastermind. Unlike him, his darling was the salvation humanity carved for all their miserable life, you were the living proof that the lord heard his songs. You slowly metamorphosed into his only God though, Sunday believed his schemes were always concealed because he worshiped you. Sunday believed you didn't exist because he was only worthy of your afterimage. You were and are his 'father', his entire universe. He shamefully found himself praying to your name against the family's knowledge, images of your beauty embroidered in his mind rather than any flight of fancy.

But how Sunday loathed himself, how pitiful is he if everyone were starting to lead their own life yet he was still following a script, how unfortunate is he if the boy of his dreams felt like the vast sky from his cage. Why does one feel deep disgust within but still mindlessly follows the same path? He wanted to fly upward, to feel your touch but the sky is unreachable and so is you. Sunday knows his love for you like the back of his hand, it's more than the platonic feeling towards his sister and the ambition towards a perfect future, it's the only thing the family didn't plant into his mind at such a young age. His love for you felt like the only thing he could freely express.

You knew he wished to live in a dreamscape, where he would generate happiness for the unfortunates but you don't know this dreamland of his sprouted from the purest of love for you. Those troublesome worries won't reach you there, he swore upon his life that he would shield you away from this brutal world in your new home. You only laughed at his silly delusion though, you never wanted to live in a lie and he knew that clearly. Sunday envied that part of you, he detested how strong you are despite all attempts to drag you down but maybe that's what confirmed his feelings towards you.

You were able to confuse Sunday in the best way possible. You could sob about how ugly you are, complain about your failure of a life and hatred for reality but in the end, you didn't mean it. You wanted to live for the imperfect tomorrow, you wanted to erode a stone that is your destiny with him, with Sunday. Yes, that's what you are. So imperfectly beautiful as he's perfectly fake. That's why he would push you away, as unreasonable as his actions were, he will not taint your future and dirty your determination, this kaleidoscoping pain shall never reach your ears. Sunday doesn't want anyone to find out you're his weakness, he doesn't want to acknowledge you're the sweet reality to his pained dream. He was happily in your shadow even if he could catch a glimpse of your performance.

Sunday loves you so he will let you go.

© art by @/Ceoretkr on twt

[elsa-fogen]

Sudden thought of Inside Out AU, but it's Alastor's emotions we see. What would they look like? :0 (it's okay if you're not into this idea)

GET OUT OF MY HEAD i was just thinking that (i'm not gonna draw it tho lol i'm gonna die kjdhjlfkdgdljhk it's stupid) (they're all just mini alastors but in different color IFUVJIHLGKDFLGKDFGKLJDUH i told ya it's stupid)

but i was thinking what if a person like has very organised mindscape, there would be mini version of themselves controlling all emotions and having access to any memory at any time, and that would be what is happening in Alastor's head lol

Also he (in my headcanon) has that other voice in his head, and i'm not sure about that, how it would look... like another entity in there? possibly...

also, big question which emotion is the main one?... i'm not sure, my variants are anger, joy or disgust (SADNESS IS LITERALLY BANNED LOL) (sometimes (very VERY rarely) it manages to get to the controls and it's a disaster) (i haven't seen inside out 2 yet, if there any important lore then i don't know it, but i know there are like new emotions, is there hate? can Alastor have it? that would be very fitting for him (DON'T TELL ME IF THERE HATE IN THE MOVIE i dont' wanna spoilers)) (all other emotions and mini alastor are fighting sadness and The Voice is just watching them with popcorn) (also sadness made all the memories with mom sad because yyyeeeaahh)

ALSO??? like. Alastor doesn't remember those 7 years, but they aren't forgotten compelitely, just blocked, how would THAT look?? A huge wall?

also, core memories. one with mom, for sure. one with his first kill (his dad cough cough). sOMETHING ABOUT RADIO! Yes! Question, can core memories form in afterlife? if so then Rosie must be in one.

i'm thinking too much about this silly crossover i never gonna draw lol

but feel free to use these headcanons btw, if anyone wants to draw anything let me know i'd love to look at it (and die probably)

[kimbapchan]

Omg I'm kinda new but I saw your art for reverse au xie lian and like... The details? I saw the marks on his neck and suddenly realised, did xie lian become a ghost from when he tried to commit die after his first fall??? You put so much thought into these aus!! ✨🙏💕

Glad you’re enjoying the tiny bits of lore I add into my silly little minicomics! I love doing them! 🥰

however, in the reversed tgcf AU, Hua Cheng’s the king of Xianle, not Xie Lian! So Xie Lian never fell from grace here (somewhat), that would be San Lang, falling from grace 🥹 I’ll share more of their past later! Especially the flashbacks 🫣

Edit; btw, hua cheng is the king, not crown prince

[tophatwearingidiot]

get silly brushed. /silly /pos

UHHH- I REALLY LIKE THE HYBRID AU <\3

I’m actually fucking obsessed with this shark bitch I love him so much, I would pay so much for a plush of this dude it’s not even funny <\3 /pos /silly

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I actually love him so much.

Hybrid!Au by @cookiepopcat!!!!

[liliewrites]

aaaaa hello there! I'm new to your blog and I gotta say that u got a hottest way to write fics and I NEED to request a such good writer like you :::]

So there's been a fic scenario stuck on my head for when since I've been simping for arlecchino and I'd like to request it now that is 🏳️‍🌈 month: I imagine a school au where fem!reader is in the same class as arle and reader can't get along with her at all! So one day, teacher and classmates was talking about pride month and sexuality, she starts saying about that gay/lesbian/bisexuality(etc) are something ridiculous and that she doesn't agree with it, but it was all a lie as she hid the fact that she was a complete lesbian whose been obsessed with reader for long time😍, and when one day, reader was going somewhere in the highschool, we find arle pleasuring herself in a private place from school thinking about reader(u can decide where, idm) and reader caught her by accident, so she got all embarrassed but instead of pushing reader away, she just pulls reader in the same room as her as she confesses every feeling and well... You know what happens next ;)

Idk if it's too much to ask about adding scissoring, but I'd like that act to happen in the fic 🥺 ofc no forcing tho. Sorry if it's long! This was just my scenario, feel free to modify it as much as you want :) aND again, love ur writing sm 💕

HELLOOO ANONNN:DD THANK YOU FOR REQUESTINGG AND THANK YOU FOR LIKING MY FICS!! IT'S AN HONOR REALLYYY:)) I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND I LIVE UP TO YOUR EXPECTATIONS!! eat well, anonn:D arlecchino will be referred to as peruere here, btw! as i find the name peruere cute and better suited for younger depictions of her:))

-warning/s ; slight homophobia, filthy ass smut, public sex, students (but to keep it safe, they'll be written as college/senior high students in mind.)

-pairing/s ; arlecchino x fem!reader

(men and minor please dni utc)

you didn't mean to eavesdrop, you weren't even sure how you heard their conversation. you were just minding your business, when you heard peruere and another one of your classmates' conversation.

"hey pers, have you heard of that silly little pride month thing?"

".. i have, but i do not wish to engage with it. homosexuality is nothing but a disgusting display of animalistic tendencies."

"sheesh. i gotta agree with you though. them gay people are weird. say you know that.. alhaitham guy? i heard he was.."

you immediately moved away as far as you could to not hear anymore of their conversation. you didn't want to hear anymore of this, it made your stomach churn since you weren't straight yourself. your impression of your two classmates turned a bit more sour. you made a mental note to be more weary of peruere since she seemed to be more negative regarding people like you.

but why was it..

why was it that you found yourself in quite the predicament?

after a few days from that awful conversation you heard that which you desperately tried to rip off of your mind. you were part of the group of students that were tasked to clean the classroom after class, but as pesky as your classmates were, they all slipped through your teacher to skip cleaning duty and you were the only one left. with an irritated sigh, you headed to the bathroom to grab the cleaning supplies from the closet.

"mm.. ngh.."

you immediately froze as soon as you stepped in. surely, your ears were fooling you..? yet you heard it again, a moan. you didn't know whether to be scared or embarrassed. your feet were glued to the ground, you were scared to accidentally disturb the person who was.. well, doing their own business.

"a-ah.. y/n.."

your eyes widened. you knew to whom that voice belonged to. why was she, peruere, moaning your name?

you felt like you were shaking in your own shoes. you felt conflicted as to what to do right now, you knew you had to leave- but you just couldn't run away. you shook your head, no, you had to.

as you turned to leave for the door, you just had to trip over the broom you forgot you were holding in your hands. you fell to your front, a loud thud echoing throughout the bathroom- oh you are definitely dead now.

"who's there??"

you immediately got up and grabbed your stuff, but you heard the last stall's door click open. you fumbled, extremely panicked now as you knew she saw you. ".. oh, it's you."

"you heard me, didn't you?"

your felt your breath get stuck in your throat, but you shook your head. "no, i-i didn't know you were even here, i'm sorry.."

with a click of her tongue, you knew she knew you were lying. she grabbed you by the shoulder, making you face her with a pissed expression on her face. "you're lying." she said with a cold tone, her intense gaze casted upon you in a menacing way. "i-i won't tell anyone, i promise-"

your brain had shut off as she leaned in to kiss you.

her lips pressed against yours, her hand on your shoulder gripping on to you so tightly that you couldn't move away. she leaned back, pushing you against the bathroom sink. "shut up. you're being too loud. other people will hear us." she whispered in your ear as she leaned back in. her hands tightly gripped your hips, lifting you up to sit on the sink. "i'm sorry, sweet thing.. but can you blame me? you're such a pretty little doll." she whispered against your neck, causing chills to run up and down your spine as she leaned in to her lips against your skin again and again. "i-i thought.. you were against same sex relationships, peruere?" you said in between little breaths, gasping everytime she nibbled a little on your skin. you grasped on her shoulders, trying to ground yourself and not get too lost in the midst of her peppering kisses on your neck and collarbone.

"it was all a fluke. i didn't want to let them know that you had me wrapped around your pretty little finger."

she mumbled as she licked on your skin, just under your jaw before biting down, not too hard to actually hurt you but with just enough pressure to make you feel her teeth sink into you. she immediately covered your mouth, muffling your loud gasp. for a moment, you caught an embarrassed look on her face as she leaned back for a moment to catch her breath. "you're.. just too pretty. i like you, but we've never talked. so i always thought i didn't have a chance with you." she confessed, before kissing your cheek. her sudden switch made you see a more endearing side to her, and it just made you want to give in more and more to her.

"oh, but who cares.. you've already caught me. might as well make you mine."

she pulled away, wiping her lips. drool was dripping down her lips. she looked like a starved woman, hungry for you. the sight made you throb with need.

"if you want this, that is." she said as she then pulled away. panicked, you grabbed her wrist, pulling her in to press your lips against hers.

peruere was obviously surprised, but she immediately gave in and kissed back with equal, if not more, fervor. you were leaning back against the mirror, with her in the middle of your thighs as you both relished in the feeling of being pressed against each other. her heart was practically leaping in joy, seeing you want her just as much as she wanted you.

"f.. fuck, you're so pretty, so.."

she looked at you with mesmerized eyes, her hand trailing down from your hips to make it's way to go under your skirt and grip your thighs. for a moment, you forgot you were in public and had leaned in to chase for her lips once again, but she avoided it. confused and left needing for more, you looked at her with pleading eyes. she only chuckled, finding your eagerness so damn adorable.

"not here, sweet thing, we won't have any privacy. fix yourself up, let's head to the classroom. we can lock the door there."

as she separared from you to pick up the cleaning supplies. you couldn't help but pout, but you knew she had a point. so you hopped off the counter and fixed your uniform. you then went over to her, offering to help her with carrying the stuff, but she simply dismissed you with a straight face. "no, it's fine. i'll carry this for you."

you nodded, feeling your heart skip a beat. peruere was such a mystery to you, but it made you want to know more about her.

you both left the bathroom, trying to act as normal as possible- well, at least you were. peruere had a totally calm expression on her face, while you were a silent and flustered mess. as you both walked through the hallways, your homeroom teacher saw the both of you.

"oh! peruere, how nice of you. i'm so glad you volunteered to help. poor y/n here is always left alone to clean. i swear, those little brats deserve to be taught a lesson.."

she sighed, looking at you apologetically. "it's fine. i don't mind helping y/n out.. since she's helping me out too. if you may excuse us, teacher, we'll go ahead now.."

the teacher looked at you both with a sweet smile as she watched you both enter the classroom. "what diligent students, i swear, peruere and y/n are the only two good students i have.."

oh, but your teacher could never have been more wrong.

as soon as the door was shut and locked. peruere immediately pushed you down on a random desk, her hand wrapping around your waist to pull you in as close to her as possible as her lips returned to kissing your skin again, but she was more impatient and rougher this time. "peruere.. you're too.." you breathed out, she was more needy and hungry for you than earlier.

"shh, i'm going to help you.. but you have to help me out too.."

she grasped your hand, bringing it under her skirt. you were startled at her sudden boldness, but you could feel how wet and dripping she was through her underwear. "in fact, you caused this. so it's technically your responsibility.." she grumbled, before popping open the buttons of your shirt with haste. she stared down at your pretty chest, her hands pulling your bra up to let your pretty tits fall out. "p-peruere! this is.." you immediately covered your face, looking away as heat filled your body.

"hush, darling. the door is locked, but they can still hear us if they pass by.."

her lips immediately latched on to your tits, her tongue circling your now erect nipples slowly. with your hand covering your mouth to contain your moans, the other was on the back of her head, your fingers tangled in her hair as you held on to her tighter.

while her mouth was busy sucking your sweet tits, her hands forced your legs to spread even more open in front of her. you bit down on your hand, fighting back the urge to gasp and moan loudly at the sudden feeling of your clit being touched and rubbed by her fingers through your panties.

she pulled away from your tits with a pop, a bit of drool dripping down her chin once again as she grinned at you. "fuck- you're even more wet than me. you're quite literally dripping.."

as if to prove her point, she pulled your skirt down along with your underwear. the exposure to the cold air made your whole body shiver, but you felt even more embarassed to be out and exposed like this at school. "this is.. this is too much, peruere. what if someone sees us?" you asked, trying your hardest to resist the arousal pooling in your lower tummy, but you knew you couldn't fight it anymore.

"just keep your voice down, love. no one will come in.."

she also removed her skirt and underwear, completely leaving herself bare and naked like you. you couldn't help but stare, she looked so.. taunting. you wanted to just stuff your face in there and taste her. you gulped, and peruere noticed you staring at her. "you want to feel my pussy, don't you..?" she asked with a teasing voice. you threw all your known morals and dignity out the window, nodding desperately at her question. "please, peruere.. i can't take it anymore."

fuck. peruere wanted to tease you some more, but hearing you sound say please with that needy tone of yours had completely drived her over the edge.

she pulled you down from the desk, gently laying you down on the cold floor. it wasn't the best place to fuck in right now, but she needed you right here and right now. she carefully positioned herself on top of you, grabbing on to your leg for leverage.

"f-fuck, love.. you feel so good, so warm.."

she groaned as her clit made in contact with yours and no more than a minute, she had pressed herself against you and started moving her hips against you. "peruere, peruere.. it's so wet.." you moaned out, covering your mouth to muffle your moans again. you closed your eyes in pure ecstacy, the sensation of your pussy rubbing against hers and your clits just bumping into each other. it was far too good, you felt like you were losing your mind.

"oh shit, doll... i-i can feel you throb against me.."

both of you were now struggling to contain your noises, so she pulled you up and leaned in to kiss you as she grinded her pussy against yours. both of you had no shame left, not caring whether you were in school or not anymore as you both chased your highs.

"shit- shit, peruere.. i-i'm about to-"

you whined as you pulled away from the kiss to catch your breathe again. both of you were a panting mess, pressing against each other harder and harder. "let go for me, sweet thing. i-i'm about to cum as well.."

you bucked your hips against peruere, both of your movements were losing rhythm and were becoming erratic. the knot in your tummy was tightening, and without another second, everything turned white around you as you almost let out a strangled moan if peruere hadn't pressed her lips against yours.

she immediately wrapped her arms around you, catching you before you'd fall back to the floor and hurt yourself. as you felt yourself clench around nothing, you twitched and shivered in her arms, letting out fucked out whines against her neck. this was the first time you've felt such an intense orgasm where you've completely lost yourself to the pleasure, it almost made you cry. "shh, love. i got you.. i got you." she coaxed you, a bit caught off guard to how sensitive you are, but it was just another cute thing about you.

she then caught your lips in hers this time, but it was sweet and soft this time. it was such a different feeling from the earlier kisses you exchanged with her earlier.. but you liked it. you loved it.

as you finally calmed down in her arms, peruere pressed a kiss to your forehead and took off her blazer to wrap it around you. "go and rest for a little bit, love. i'll go clean us up and then i'll help you with cleaning up, okay?" her tone was more gentle now and it made your heart flutter once again just like earlier. "be rest assured, my love. i'll take good care of you.." she whispered as she pressed another kiss on your cheek, before getting up to grab some tissues from her bag to clean you up. from now on, you started to see peruere in a better light. maybe.. she wasn't so bad after all.

(little bonus hihi)

the next day, everyone was obviously stunned at the sight of you and peruere coming to school with your hands intertwined. ever since she had confessed to you, she refused to leave your side. of course, peruere is peruere. a top student with an apathetic expression on her face most of the time paired with a manner of speaking that may or may not have permanently scarred a few other students for life and to see her latching on to you, holding your hand and blatantly admitting that you were her lover when a few of the bolder students asked? they were baffled. a lot of students were too intimidated by her to say anything.. but you and her were a cute couple. i mean, it wasn't everyday that you got to see peruere smitten and blushing like she had a fever when you had suddenly kissed her on the cheek during lunch break when she handed you the bread you asked for.

[tennessoui]

Also because i didn't have enough characters to fit it in one message I love your writing and I love how you write anakin and obiwan and how good you are at showcasing emotional states of all characters you're writing like i know ani and obi are fucking ridiulous but you write them so well grounded in reality on why they are how they are they just seem like real people not puppets amazing 10/10

the thing I’ve learned about writing silly lil AUs is that it sounds like a silly au and it may read like a silly au but the characters cannot think that they are in a silly story!! It’s so important for my silly AUs that the characters 100% have no clue that they are in a silly little story

so this is great to hear, thank you so much for telling me!!

[fanatical4creation]

🌈INVERTEDVERSE'S 2th ANNIVERSARY!!

OMG INVERTEDVERSE OMG OMG

INVERTEDVERSE 2TH ANNIVERSARY LET'S GOOOOOO. I know, I know, I didn't celebrate the first one... But let's just say that 2023 was just too good for me that I didn't even cared abt a silly story about colorful skeletons fighting lol /j

I'M SO HAPPY, I FINALLY FEEL LIKE I'M TAKING A PROJECT SERIOUSLY!!! AAAA. InvertedVerse is literally the reason why I'm still breathing, this Multiverse means the world to me, it symbolizes the most recent act of my life, and I want people to love it at least a fraction of how much I love it too.

I tried to include every character/AU present in Invertedverse, but (surprisingly) I couldn't, so for some characters I just put a little thing that symbolizes them, just so you know they're here.

I'm so excited to see your guy's reactions on the secrets, so please let me know your thoughts! But watch your tone, I'm sentitive, and will cry.

I know the shading isn't THE BEST, but if I didn't do this type of shading I wasn't going to be able to finish it in time because of, guess what, school.

By the way, the more the characters are closer to each other, the more they're related... Muahahahah.... not Ink tho, he's kind of out placed.

Wait- I've made this logo in 2023, is it still that good? Also I can finally work on some more Pride Month stuff, I know it's kinda late but idc, it's still june.

Credits:

Dreamtale (c) Joku blog

Soul (c) Tatatale

Fell!Alphys (c) Vic the underfella

Ink sans (c) Myebi

Error sans (c) Loverofpiggies

Poppy (c) fmsdraws

Core (c) Dokudoki

Killer (c) Rahafwabas

Insanity (c) Zero Danteero

Pestilence (c) Hoshi-tsubasa

Scoundrel (c) Draw wolf

If this flops, i'm actually going to cry really hard.

[angelsgame-au]

Hi I juz wanna say I love ur au so much and ur comics they feel me with joy !! :3

Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoy my silly little au 💜💜

[uhohdad]

Hi!

I really loved mein perle and the hunger games au so much. The way you write Konig is so complex and skillfully done your writing is a work of art.

I just have a question the tribute from district 8 and what he did to the poor girl is there any real reason why he did it? Did he have a motif? Was it a reflection of what could have happened to Konig and reader if he held resentment towards her? Idk...

Thank you!!!

first of all tysm ily ily ily <3 bonkers to me that y’all actually enjoy my silly goofy stories. warms my lil heart yes it does yes it does 💞🩷💖💕💓💗💞💗🩷 AND y’all still snacking on meine perle????? wild. god i love this community so much.

so glad y’all like the different ways i paint konig. i know there’s a lot of different preferences out there so that fact y’all are connecting with my portrayal is - qhshzhqbab. playing with konig’s character is such a blast bc there’s so much you can do with him i love that about our mysterious hooded beefcake

as for the question about district 8 - his motivation and more will be revealed in The Aftermath - but i will say that i tried to craft a heavy theme of spite being a character’s downfall in this story, so my intention was to have it parallel to the whole “i will double down on my spite even if it kills me” mindset that we see from Reader, even right from the start. there is a bit more of ‘symbolism’ in regards to the reason he did do it that does happen to parallel to Konig & Reader, but i don’t want to spoil anything :)

thanks for asking <3 🥹🥹<3

⌜ KONIG X READER HUNGER GAMES AU ⌟

⌜ MEINE PERLE OCTOKONIG X READER ⌟

[stuff-i-found-while-crying]

A stage of fire and dreams

inspired by @gwandas and they post: modern Neris AU where Eris is a trust fund asshole at Harvard Law, Nesta is a professional ballerina with the Boston Ballet

anyway... the idea stuck with me and now im making it your Problem... this could be the first part of many. (or it will be another story idea that never learns to walk)

Also! English is my second language and I might accidentally mess it up.... just believe that my writing would be better in German and we can be friends

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO! PLEASE ENJOY THE SHOW

main role: Eris (xNesta)

also appearing: his mother, his younger brother, Odette/Nesta

Chapter one - Giselle

Eris hated the Ballet.

He hated it so much, that he bought front row tickets. At least that way his critism would be honest. Brutal, maybe a bit irrational, but also honest. And no one could argue with that.

"This will be a wonderful performance", his mother said next to him. "I heard the new ballerina is quite unique. Nesta Archeron. Don´t you think it will be wonderful?"

He hummed in agreement. For her Ballet was beauty. Stories told in movement and rhythm. She could gosh about the grace of dancers for hours.

Once Eris had done the same.

His father hadn`t liked it. And what his father didn`t like he would not tolerate.

"At least it will not be as sappy as the last one", his brother Cyrus said, leaning over his mother to wink at Eris.. He had the same red hair as Eris and their mother. A trate she had given all her children. But Cyrus wore it long, while Eris at least tried to keep his curls tidy.

"Hush you", his mother swatted at her son. "Sleeping beauty is one of the most perfect, romantic,…"

"flowery", Eris added.

Cyrus laughed.

His mother did not. She just looked at him. "When have you become so cynical?"

When indeed?

Eris grinned at her and leaned closer. "I´m sorry. I am sure Giselle will be more interesting."

The spark of excitement returned to his mother. "It will. She turns mad at the end and dies. So tragic."

Cyrus raised his eyebrows. He never read the stories before.

Eris did. He read them all. And he memoriesed them to see if the dancers did them justice.

They never did.

Before his brother could ask another silly question, the lights dimmed.

And Eris leaned back to pass Judgment.

That was until she appeared.

Giselle.

His mother was right. Ballet was beautiful.

She held her gaze steady. Her grey eyes piercing the entire audience at once. One heart beat the world stopped turning. Then it started again.

His heart beat in the rhythms of her Pirouttes. He forgot who he was and why he was here.

All that matteres was Giselle. And her small body that danced passionatly the story of love.

A love so powerful that it would turn her mad.

His Giselle should not turn mad. He wanted to safe her.

But how could he safe her? He had to also keep watching her dancing. And both at the same time seemed impossible.

Then she was gone. Someone else had a Solo and Eris fell back into reality.

"She is extraordinary", his mother whispered next to him.

He just shrugged. "A bit small."

But his mother knew him better. Eris hated that. Nothing could get passed her.

"I need the Loo", Cyrus whispered.

Luckily for him there was a break. And while his brother ran to the restrooms, Eris took his mother to the bar.

"I think i would like to meet her", she said.

Eris nodded to one of the employees who stood near by. The man nodded back and dissapeared threw a door. Arrangenments would be made. His mother would meet his Giselle and he would pretend to be bored.

He shook his head.

Not his Giselle. The Giselle. The dancer. The small tiny woman with the grey eyes.

"Maybe he needs a drink", Cyrus said way to close to his ear.

Eris shuffed his brother off. "What the hell."

His brother laughed.

"You do look a bit out of it", his mothers brown eyes scanned him. "Are you feeling well?"

"I´m fine", he said. Normally he would smile for her. He always tried. But his Giselle had messed up his head and he was still trying to gather back his thoughts.

Her tiny frame spinning on stage. The way she fell into the arms of her partner. He was certain that at one point she had looked directly at him. She had to!

"It´s like he can´t hear us."

"Oh dear, we should go back to our seats", his mother grapped his right arm. "Seond half is surelly as beautiful as the first one." 

His brother threw back his drink. "The things I do for you, mother."

Eris threw him a look. It was worse than the drink for his brother started coughing. They had agreed, although more in silence than in words, to not say anything to upset mother.

No. They would make her happy again. Truly radient and joyful, as she used to be.

That was the only reason Eris let his mother guide him back to his seat.

The second half would start. And His Giselle would turn mad.

He was still contemplating how he could safe her. In real life he would never let her become so mad. He would never let her alone.

The lights dimed. And for a while Eris forgot how much he hated ballet.

Because Giselle was dancing right in front of him. What would he give to hold her in his arms. This late in the story the dancer had let her hair fall loose. Honey blond curls fell down her back. It was made to run his fingers threw it.

If he ever found his Giselle, he would never let her go. He would guide her threw her dance for eternity.

But Giselle died.

Her grey eyes found his for a moment and he almost jumped on stage. Anything to get that sad look out of her eyes. But he was just a man. And she was perfection.

With a soft sigh she dropped to the ground.

His mother cried next to him. She silently gave him a tissue, too. He discreatly whiped his eyes. 

Something in his chest was moved. During the performance she had touhed a part of him, that Eris had thought dead. Ironically her death had awakened him.

What was he even doing with his life?

He had to find his Giselle.

And luckily his mother hat already requested a meet up with the dancer.

[b-r-i-n-g-x]

how did you and shay come up with shadow vision?

Thats a funny story actually

It all started with me sleeping and dreaming hdhdhddh

So around like after few days of puzzlevision movie, i think we theorized something in the server so we talked about mr. Puzzle a lot. Then i got very sleepy so i decided to take a nap.

My dream was about talking with the server when suddenly creepy things on my laptop happened where puzzles appeared and turned out this was a way of advertising the new pv by hacking everyone computers and do this silly puzzle is back thing. The next thing i know the new episode started which had smg4 and smg3, but not really them. They looked the same but had extra features and a slight deformed look like many many sharp teeth, pointy ears, gremlinish look. And their personalities were also changed they were acting much gremlinishly and three actually was very open about having crush for Four and Four was more a meanie tsundere type.

Then i woke up, told the server which made them think about it and made me kinda actually draw these doppleganger 4 and 3 from my dream. The sketch of sv4 design is the closest to what i had in my dream, while sv3 was more planned out and changed from what i had in dream. At first i didn't really think too much of this au, bc i thought its silly and probably I'd go with the "they're evil goop" trope, but then Shay really loved the idea and wanted to help me make this au alive. So all together gather up in a groupchat, shay wrote down their note, it their idea to make them tv guardians and they planned out how they were created. I helped out how i imagine their personality, of course shay finalized it and made them even better, I helped with their design, decided on giving them a different colour schemes, I thought itd be great idea to tease and follow of the adventure of shadow vision if we'd make a separate tumblr blog for it.

And basically thats how this whole au borned.

Story wise and character wise it all thanks to @shygirl4991 while i mostly came up with the design, run the blog with shay, make art and random events and help coming up with scenarios and ideas to make this au great.

I remember the hours i spent just to make this silly intro of the cast reveal. I wanted to use the puzzlevision song but in a different tunes, shay witnessed as i spent the whole night, figuring out where are the notes of the song are by my own without any piano music sheets help, purely relying on my hearing.

Just to make a few seconds long video about the cast dhdhdhd

And I never made music before, i think it is kinda hearable how off beat the whole thing is dhdhhd

So both me and shay are very passionate about this au and wanna work on it hard, we love our fake gays. We love doing the askbox as well, giving you guys some crumbs while waiting the next chapter.

And i do hope you all enjoy it all!

I am sorry for my ramblings fhdhhd

[wheeler-things]

Man, I’m never going to write it properly because I don’t have the patience or time, but one day I’m going to talk about my Crazier Things roleswap au.

Where—

Joyce kicked Lonnie out much earlier, and, instead of getting work at Melvald’s, decides to angle for a better paying job at the police station. Nobody believes she can handle being an officer because she’s Joyce Byers and she’s tiny and lbr a woman, but through her ferocious tenacity when the safety of her boys is on the line plus a pathetically slim pool of applicants (and the fact that I am the god if this au and I want her and Hop to swap roles because I’m swapping all the mains), eventually she’s brought on in a trial capacity. She ends up sticking around when her skills as a detective become apparent (yes, she still faces sexism in the workplace on the daily, but she is legitimately good at her job).

Meanwhile, Sara died when she was 2 or 3, so Hop’s divorce happened earlier. El wasn’t an experiment in this au (though she does have latent powers), but through some situation, Hopper ended up with El being shoved in his direction when she was a toddler. He wasn’t really in a fit place to care for her, but (for whatever reason that I have not and will not figure out) he ends up adopting her anyway. He moves the two of them back to Hawkins, and picks up a job at Melvald’s, because it’s what’s available at the time. Because all the stress doesn’t actually help his substance abuse issues (and because I need a reason for other people to doubt his sanity/perception a la s1 Joyce being doubled), he still drinks too much, and he’s not in a very mentally healthy place at all, but he’s trying his best.

Mike Wheeler might only be a little kid, but there’s already something weird about him. Even as a baby, he gets chronic nosebleeds. The lights flicker when he’s upset. Sometimes, the tape suddenly skips to or repeats a song that he loves, despite nobody touching the tape deck. Ted doesn’t notice any of this as more than a strange coincidence. Karen does her best not to think about it, but she can’t help but worry about her son.

Mike and Will still meet on the swings when they’re 5, and within the day, they’re best friends. Within the week, they also meet El, and the three of them become best friends.

The summer after Kindergarten, Karen takes Mike to see a doctor because she’s worried that his chronic nosebleeds haven’t stopped. That’s how he ends up on Brenner’s radar. And just before the start of first grade, Mike Wheeler disappears without a trace.

Max moves to Hawkins that October, and she becomes El and Will’s friend pretty quickly (she also gets a front row seat to the slow progression of the two of them losing more and more hope that their third best friend— who Max never met but knows everything about because both talk about him constantly— is ever coming home).

Karen obviously fights to look for her son, and the searches go on for months, but they find nothing. With her money and connections, Karen actually gets the current police chief kicked out of the position, because she doesn’t believe he’s doing everything he can to find her son. That’s how Joyce takes on the role of Police Chief because she might be the best detective the station has, but she’s also a woman so the thought is that Karen will probably get HER fired as well which for totally unknown reasons is the most palatable option to a bunch of people with power over the station (//sighs in sexism). Joyce actually listens to Karen, though, and is as transparent as possible about the search, even though it’s very cold at this point, so despite being dissatisfied and upset, Karen at least believes Joyce is doing her best. And that’s how Joyce ends up police chief.

Mike’s disappearance puts added pressure on the Wheeler house, so Nancy ends up acting out more for attention which is how we get Nancy in Steve’s canon s1 role as the popular party girl (though she’s still Nancy— smart as a whip and ambitious as hell, it’s just hidden better). Meanwhile, Jonathan ends up in her canon nerd role (he’s studying hard for a full ride to NYU!) with Barb as his best friend. And Steve… well, Billy showed up earlier with Max, so he got to work putting Steve down long before Steve’s rep was secure, and Steve is now something of a loner. He’s still a jock, but he does solo stuff like track instead of team sports. The upside is that this means he and Robin (who mayyyy or may not be the cool anti-establishment teen running this universe’s Hellfire Club, when the canon era starts) became friends earlier.

Steve and Jonathan know each other loosely, and are assigned to do a project together (Jonathan’s a nerd who’s taking a class above his grade level and Steve had no friends in the class so they got paired up by default), so Steve goes over to Jonathan’s house and sees Will, El, and Max huddled over their first dnd manual. Somehow (Steve doesn’t remember exactly how, but he’s pretty sure El and Will’s twin puppy dog eyes had something to do with it), a simple “oh, dnd, huh?” comment turns into thirteen year old Steve agreeing that the kids can use his place as a quiet place to play (his parents are never around anyway), and maybe he’ll get his cool friend who knows how to play to stop by and help out if they need it, and telling Joyce that it’s fine he wouldn’t mind babysitting because, really, he’s really bored a lot of the time in his big, empty house. And from then on, Steve’s place is this version of the Party’s Wheeler Basement.

Lucas shows up in fourth grade, and joins the Party. Obviously this changes his dynamic with Max— they get a slower burn in this one (and I’m still undecided whether it would ultimately end with El/Lucas/Max or Dustin/El), but he gets accepted really readily.

So… on November 6, 1983, the Party bikes home from Steve’s place after a session, and El vanishes (which is Will’s actual worst nightmare because now BOTH of his Kindergarten best friends have vanished without a trace). This leads, ultimately, to Will, Max, and Lucas going looking for El in the woods the next night. They don’t find her, but they do find a very bewildered boy with black, shaved hair and dark eyes, with the number 014 tattooed on his wrist.

[beybuniki]

kofi request: expanding the lore for the quirkless!deku au in which he enrolls in UA's support department, is best friends with Mei, and befriends a less explosive Bakugo on their commute to school :D