#void curse au

[ariaricottoncandy]

You're so naive to think you can.

[count-crimson]

Ryou Bakura: World of Warcraft style!

[nemeliis]

Cursed!Lord Oyster AU

Spoilers for all chapter's of A Mermaid's Tale!

In this AU, Lord Oyster accidentally absorbs White Pearl's curse (NOT her power's, JUST her curse)— instead due to him clutching her pearl so dearly—because of this, when he returns from his voyage, seemingly unscathed despite the raw reckage and death of Abalone Cookie along with his entire crew, with a very odd smile on his face: almost like he knows something we don't, something has to be up. And because the curse seems to be fueled by rage, or the fact that it's supposed to be a Mermaids curse rather than a Cookies, his body takes the toll and he gets a serpent/mermaid half.

Which he hides via magic he also acquired during his curse. All of the rage he's been suppressing for decades comes broiling over in the worst way, and the leader of House Urchin has to deal with it before he's next on the chopping block. From a reclused, soft spoken Cookie with a humble heart—to a sadistic, conniving and unfeeling one filled with blinding rage overnight, Roasted Urchin isn't sure about the rumor's: or if he wants to believe them. The disappointment of House Oyster would never do something so vile as eradicating the entire Abalone House in cold jam in less than a day...right...?

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Here's some fun facts about him!

In Lord Oysters original concept, before he was even drawn or sketched out—he was going to be a harpy-like creature with wing's and a tail. But that was scrapped because I can't draw wing's to save my life, and it wouldn't make since considering he's from the land. I was supposed to represent how deep his curse went, but I opted for color pallette changes instead.

Though Lord Oyster can hide his serpentine lower half, he can't hide his hair changes or eye color. If you're wondering why no one questions it (except for Roasted Urchin Cookie)—it's because there too focused on the Abalone House's demise to realize what's going on.

He likes terrorizing House Urchin in his spare time—particularly Roasted Cookie, like little kid and his uncle fights but actually dangerous and sadistic.

He has a HUGE form, similar to Black Pearl! But he prefers to keep in his smaller one unless prompted.

Fiercely protective over House Oyster, and got more fortune than in the original timeline due to some.. interesting scheme's (killing other house's to get to the top faster so he could feed his family). He really does justify that one in his head.

When a family member of House Oyster reaches there 10th birthday, Lord Oyster meets them on the sea side and blesses them with his protection —this is why Oyster Cookie always had nannies up until that age, it's protocol. It's a family secret, and everyone see's Lord Oyster differently. But one thing that stays true: you can have faith in him, for if you have a pure heart, someone shall watch over you.

A “pure heart” just means like. An okay person since Lord Oyster brushes Oyster Cookies political game's off.

Lord Oyster gained the following power's from his curse:

Super strength (like. Throwing around ship's type strength)

Night vision

Sharp teeth...(not even a superpower but..teeth,,,)

Enhanced senses

Weapon summoning/water control

Immortality, can only die from unnatural causes. (He outlived his entire family ☹️..)

[hashileio]

it’s Dust’s turn to watch the portable flashbang baby while he’s on break

[in-th3-v01d]

* hahahaahaahahahah

* HOW DO YOU EVEN ENJOY THIS...

* whatt, it's funny!

* IT REALLY ISNT....

* oh come on. all that talk about 'recovering' and 'making promises'? what f**king bulls**t.

* Qu13t.

* it was always bound to happen. right M?

* ...

* ..angelsdontexist.andtheyneverwill.

* ...

* ha. he gets me.

[cranberrytea451]

He’s mocking me.

Context: https://www.tumblr.com/cranberrytea451/722945971919667200

[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.”

[wereh0gz]

Wait wait... i have.... an Idea

A Sonic AU based on the song Aura by Ghost and Pals

It follows Amy as she investigates a series of disappearances, including the disappearance of her childhood friend and crush Sonic, and tries to find the cause of a strange "fog disease" that is plagueing her village at night, using her fortune cards to guide her

The disease drives people mad and changes them, even turning some into beasts. She believes it's connected to the disappearances, and that Sonic may have been afflicted, which is why he went missing in the first place

Tails would join her in her investigation as he is Sonic's brother and has been trying to find him with no results. He also wants to learn more about said disease to hopefully find some kind of cure to help the rest of the village

(The "fog disease" is of course dark gaia energy. I literally cannot listen to that song without thinking about dark gaia energy when I hear the words "fog disease" like it's literally purple smoke that makes ppl act weird and turned Sonic into a werehog like. How could I not make that connection (<- i am not normal))

[vala-dreams]

Do you ever think about how phantom is a literal fetus but still manages to beat up much more experienced ghosts on a daily basis? And also defeat pariah dark that one time too?

Well I do.

So I made one up. I'm calling it the Void Cores au and it goes like this—

Time's Boy (Voids Boy)

The void does not give prophecies.

This, Clockwork knows. Knows with sharp clarity through the muddy oceans of his memories. Knows with the certainty of his final rattling breath. The ghost realm is born of secrets, and she will not divulge any. She does not give prophecies— shamans and soothsayers will, but the ghost world will not.

So why is it doing exactly that?

He sees it long before it happens, and yet is caught in surprise, mind shocked numb as he stares down at wisps of silver ectoplasm surrounding his torso. Time should not act like this.

His only excuse is that it had happened suddenly. Abruptly. Quick, like a merciful killer, and about as silent. Pure, untouched ectoplasm had gathered around him, forcefully pierced open his belly, reaching right beside his core, forcing tears from his eyes. White hot pain –the only heat he had felt in centuries– slammed into him all at once, leaving him gasping as the the void worked within him, ectoplasm condensing into a silvery white sphere as fiery pain clouded his eyes.

And just like that, it is over.

The ectoplasm dissipates as quickly as it had appeared, leaving only a few silver wisps as proof. That and the new core resting right beside his.

This would have been an occasion to celebrate. The void has gifted him a child—a child. Only, it hasn't. It wasn't meant for him, he could feel it— feel it in the way this new core felt warmer than anything of the ghost zone, feel it in the way destiny wrapped around it's future, in the white hair and half of everything, in the way the void had sung prophecy into it's very essence. No, this one was not meant for him. Never was, never will be.

He does not fret,not yet, he will not sully the time he has with his child. (not his not his not his) Soon he will— but for now, he curls deep inside his lair, humming to this new core that does not hum back.

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It is a few years later when the soul of a boy named Daniel Phantom arrives at the realm of the dead. His pale skin is scorched and mangled, fractal shaped burns covering his slight form, face stretched into an unending scream.

He is a ghost, and yet he is not. His skin is the pallor of a ghost, his hair floats unaffected by gravity yet he is not completely a ghost. For where a core should be, there is only a gaping hole in his stomach. (What soul did not have a core? What unfortunate soul would be left unseeing, unfeeling for eternity?)

Clockwork sees, and understands. He slowly pulls out a silver core, dripping in his own ectoplasm and carefully slots it in its rightful place.

The change is immediate, it washes over him, changing him forever. Coal black warps into pure white and silver. Wounds heal, and scars open as the ghostly core unites with human flesh.

He watches, and mourns for his lost child.

[Half of everything]

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(This has loads of errors and plot holes and stuff left unexplained which I will be doing later but now I'm dead tired and have homework to do so here ya go)

[shadow-genesis-yay]

Some personality headcanons for my Rainbow Saga SMP AU

Aka, certain characters acting like YouTubers I watch who play Minecraft

Sabre, TSS! Rainbow, TSS! Galaxy, and Lucas all act like themselves obviously, but:

The First Curse: Kolanii

TSS! Void: Calvin

Soul: Kian

Corruption: LockDownLife

Positive & Negative & Infinity (i know theyre the same.): KIER and DEV

Origin (both versions): Ashswag

Time (both): Mogswamp

Spirit Guardian: Aust

[ariaricottoncandy]

Singing me the tale of the Harpy and the Hare And the Hound.

[genspiel]

continually rotating a genshin/pandora hearts fusion au idea in my mind and it is so fucking funny to me that, by pandora hearts rules, bennett would technically not be a child of misfortune

[kiwinatorwaffles]

im trying to read 'it takes two to play (the game of mutual secrecy)' but i can't get the image of wels getting control back, taking a selfie, and sending it to his hero friends with the caption "i lived bitch"

he doing just fiiiiiiine

[the-chosen-half-of-one]

With the move of TV shows to streaming services and shorter seasons all released at once, one of the things I also really kind of miss is the former prevalence of fun little holiday specials that would air around the actual holidays as if you’re going through this year along with the characters because now having to be so tightly plotted, fitting snugly into a tiny set amount of episodes, even in sitcoms, they don’t have time to just get silly and seasonal and spooky with it for a second or throw a Halloween party or get thrown into a haunted house anymore unless the show’s already about Halloween.

[threeais]

uhm. i was looking at some old servers and

IM MENTALLY ALRIGHT I SWEAR LMAOOO [that message is so old holy shhit??]

LMAOO I COULDNT EVEN TAG ALL THE AUS RHIS IS THE FUNNIEST SHIT EVER

[vala-dreams]

I vaguely remember that I made something called a VoidCores au a while ago and i wanted to kinda clear it up a bit.

Basically the whole au was about how new ghost cores are formed. Ghost cores are the most essential part of a ghost, without which they instantaneously destabilize and turn back into ectoplasm. Ghost cores cannot be created by anything other than the Ghost Zone itself (the zone is sentient). The GZ creates new ghost cores in areas where there are dense clouds of special ectoplasm, kind of like stars forming from nebulas. The fully formed cores are then pushed out to the very borders of the ecto nebula, where they can gather regular ectoplasm and eventually form a blob ghost. Alternatively, a new core can be adopted by another ghost, and in that case, that ghost carries the core around and feeds it their own ectoplasm, enabling the cores to form a much more advanced humanoid type of ghost.

Very rarely though, the GZ can decide to "gift" a core to a ghost. (This is considered a kind of prophecy as the creatures borne from those cores turn out to play very important roles in the future. Often saving the gz.)

The gifting process though, is not very pretty. The Zone basically rips the chosen ghosts abdomen open and shoves the core inside. Not very comfortable, 0/10 experience, would not recommend.

.....

Clockwork has had the dubious honour of being chosen by the Zone to bear one such core.

Except, it wasn't one core. It was a half of one.

The other half of it beat gently, kept safe under fragile ribs of a newborn child called Daniel Fenton.