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#No Matter the Cost AU
bespectacled-bookwyrm · 7 months
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A piece for my No Matter the Cost AU featuring N, Zoroark, and Zekrom.
I plan on bringing them into the AU at some point, which is why they're drawn in the AU's style here.
Anyway, I'm very proud of this piece - what are your thoughts?
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purplecatghostposts · 6 months
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Sometimes my MH AUs are about recovery and redemption and hope and basically a ‘What if things got better instead?’ And SOMETIMES I tap my evil fingers together and go “What if I made someone worse. What if I made Brian specifically worse. What if.”
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compaculaaa · 1 year
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In the sg sparkling shenanigans au, would Shockwave/Longarm still be the kids daycare attendant? And if so, who of the children would like him? Has he ever been tempted to take the kids back to the Con's? Has he ever had to take care of some of the kids alone for several days? I'm just curious.
I’m sure sg Shockwave would unironically love and protect the sg sparklings since their parents clearly don’t love them. Though I think the sparklings wouldn’t appreciate him as much as the sparklings in the original universe.
In this universe Shockwave/Longarm has to treat the sparklings well (in order to get to the good side of the autobots) Of course Blurr favours him a lot. Not having another bot in his life really puts him down so Longarm is basically his surrogate dad. Longarm sees Blurr as a bright little sparkling and always charms the heart of this little boy
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And maybe he’s charming someone else as well ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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bonefall · 1 year
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Please tell me you still have Fire permanently kill Darkstripe in BC though. That's one of the best parts.
WELL sorta. It's not going to be Firestar-- he's had enough badass cameos and someone else needs a turn.
I'm thinking it's Hawkfrost, actually
I want to turn him into a sort of... half-faded creature. Cheshire Cat of the Dark Forest. In the Great Battle he turned against Tigerstar and was mauled for it, but was able to get dragged back to the DF just in time.
But instead of respawning like the other DF spirits, when he double-died, it was partially permanent.
So he exists in this bizarre half-alive half-gone demon form, only existing for short periods of time. Enough to come save his apprentice Ivypool's daughter's mate, but not long enough to mount a resistance to the impostor.
And, importantly, enough to still enjoy the Dark Forest he had come to truly love, with its evil horses and blood-sap. A ghost among ghosts.
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yuriyuruandyuraart · 1 year
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aqshfjf it's THEm!!!!! the boys the legends the sweethearts<333
i still can't believe i didn't see the updates to COLORS of LOVE before today i am in utter denial</3 well to make up for that some fanart for this awesome comic!!!
colors of love belongs to @kotikaleo
studio au is by @zu-is-here
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miroana · 1 year
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Roque au Fabii | the Poet of Deimos
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iwoszareba · 9 months
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Ari may be 80% of his impulse control but there are still so many stupid things he could be up to and i'm sorry Ariadne belongs to @turbulentpumpkin43
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spoopers-bloopers · 2 years
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Discussions on what is or isn’t a bucket...
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fun fact : at any given time , Pearl can could die because he has a whole ass hit after him from where he comes from .
have fun sleeping tonight with that thought in mind 😚💖
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atsushis-fangs · 1 year
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Seán: you really put everything aside and came all this way for me? how did you even get here so fast???
Ciarán: several traffic violations.
Dylan: three counts of resisting arrest.
Alistair: roughly thirteen bottles of alcoholic beverages.
Arthur: also, that's not our car.
@winterwrites23 you know the drill
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shmorp-mcdurgen · 11 months
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Labriel’s transformation looked painful af, but he reveled in it because “One more step to becoming perfect”
LITERALLY.
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bespectacled-bookwyrm · 8 months
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Art for the No Matter the Cost AU.
In this instance, it’s Colress - a human-Gardevoir hybrid - after achieving the mega evolved state.
In this form, he is at his most powerful - but also his most fragile.
His psychic powers are immense, but he cannot take hits.
Colress has sacrificed his supportive abilities for pure offence, turning himself into a veritable glass cannon.
His blank, almost serene, expression hides the viciousness he uses when dispatching those he believes to be in the way of his goal of finding Rosa.
Despite his vicious nature, however, he is not mindless. He is simply so dedicated to finding her that he is willing to forsake even himself if it means bringing her home safely.
The toll mega evolution places upon him is immense, and there is the worry that overuse of it may be lethal.
Since mega Gardevoir take on the appearance of donning a ball gown or wedding dress, I wanted to do something different here: dancers.
I took a lot of influence from the dress Azura (from Fire Emblem Fates) wears, specifically the one she wears during the “dark song" cutscene, but I also drew a bit of inspiration from Ultimate Madonna/Madokami from Puella Magi Madoka Magica. Specifically, Madokami's influence is the diamond-shaped “dress opening” on his chest, his long hair, and the fact that he’s always levitating.
Flat colours:
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quietwingsinthesky · 1 year
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I know. I know that Dean killing John was never actually in the cards. But watching s1 with that idea in the back of your head? Completely different experience. The way he insists on diverting from their dad’s trail as it grows colder. The way he bites Sam’s head off whenever Sam insists they need to go after him. Little lines about Dean & John, the life they’ve had alone without Sam there, that are totally innocent but feel so much more ominous with the idea that he killed his dad. Anyway.
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oughtabeinpxctures · 6 months
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Tag dump
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daandyli0n · 1 year
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you know, the more i think about it, the more i can’t help but think about the Final Control Room from td!Wilbur’s perspective
(warnings: implied daddy issues, basically, mentioned stalking, war, drugs, graphically described death/murder (especially child death/murder), self-hatred, and guilt)
imagine this:
you’ve finally moved close to where your family (which contains a pair of teenagers that you consider siblings and your adult son), believing that you’re going to be able to make a name for yourself, one separate from your father’s. you feel as though your whole life, you’ve been stuck in his shadow. and you hope this place can change that.
(it will, but some days you wonder if it was ever worth it. all the trauma, the death, the loss...you constantly find yourself asking: Was it ever worth it?)
you get told by your son that your brother was getting stalked by the admin for what is ultimately a minor reason. you’re shocked, angry. and why wouldn’t you be?
you just got told that your brother got stalked.
by the admin, no less.
he’s only sixteen.
now, maybe this was where you made your mistake; not directly confronting the man himself and deciding to be petty.
your brother never truly questions why you decide to start a drug van. but s**t hits the fan way quicker and harder than you ever expected it to.
and soon, it’s not just a drug van anymore. it’s a country. a home.
you see yourself having a legacy of your own now. you can kill two birds with one stone: a legacy away from your father and a desperate way to protect your family.
everything is perfect.
until it isn’t.
maybe it’s because you were stupid, that you didn’t see the signs sooner. you and your family are lured into a small, dark box, led by someone you would consider a friend. your brother sets it in motion, albeit unintentionally. he presses a button in the center of the room.
and then all hell breaks loose.
the next thing you know, you’re pinned against the wall, and the terrified, pained screams of your family break out around you, and you feel yourself yelling too, but everything goes too fast.
the scene before you, however, is burned into your memory:
your brother, the one who pressed the button, trying to run away, only for the admin (because the universe hates all of you, apparently) to swing at him, sending your brother to the ground. you can see the blood seeping through his uniform. he doesn’t get up again.
your other brother with a sword sticking through his heart. his screams are cut short. the sword sticking out of his chest is covered in his blood. his eyes are still wide in terror.
your son backed into a corner, begging for his life. his desperate pleas are ignored, and a sword is driven through his chest. his screams, too, are cut short.
your two teenaged brothers (dear Primes, they’re children. and they were practically slaughtered mercilessly) and your son lay dead in front of you. you don’t think you’ll ever get the screaming out of your head.
you aren’t able to break free, to help them. but eventually, you feel a sharp pain in the side of your neck, and everything goes dark.
at least you don’t have to look at that anymore.
you decide that maybe you should all give up. sure, maybe you won’t go down as the man who dared go against a server admin and create a country against his wishes, but at least you’ll go down as the man who was crazy enough to try.
but then your brother demands a duel. against the admin.
well f**k.
you beg him not to. he doesn’t listen.
you’re the one that counts him up to his death, silently praying to the Primes that they’ll have mercy on you just this once. as you reach ten, they both shoot their bows.
you scream in anguish as your brother’s corpse falls into the water, an arrow lodged in his throat.
(somehow, by some miracle, it didn’t hit his voice box. maybe they heard you, to some degree)
you still get your independence, somehow. your brother offers up his discs for your independence.
but even the celebration feels hollow, even as you scream at the admin (“YOOOOOOOO SUCK IT, GREEN BOYYYYY!!”), it all feels unbearably hollow.
because even as you outwardly blame that traitor, inwardly, you can’t help but feel like this is your fault.
you should’ve been more careful.
you should’ve noticed what they were doing.
should’ve gotten out of that guys grip.
should’ve saved your family.
you feel like you were stupid for trusting them, for not asking questions. stupid for not saving all of them. stupid for letting them die.
so you throw yourself into work, so you won’t have to think about it. your brothers try to go back into their lives normally (as if that’s even truly possible). they wear bandanas now, and you know the reason why one of them is wearing it.
a therapist brings themself to your country, claiming they want to help. they’re an avian, a duck-hybrid, you believe. they seem happy, carefree. they have a bright look in their eyes. their name is Quackity. 
you turn them away. the last time you trusted someone outside of your family ended with the four of you slaughtered in a tiny, dark box. what proof is there that it’s not gonna happen again?
they seem surprised, and pissed off, and they walk away, for now. you feel like you could’ve made a better choice in this situation, but, well....
apparently, you’ve never really been one to make good decisions that will end well for you, now have you?
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astronomiaa · 2 years
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a family can be two possessed suits of armor that are actually sentient demonic swords co-parenting severely traumatized half demon children
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