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hermitblurbs · 10 months

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A continuation of my Steampunk AU (7)!

Grian had grown to accept his weird attachment to Scar, if with a bit of hesitance. The other was good conversation in a town where everyone else was incredibly boring. It’s why he stuck around with broken machines so often; there’s nothing to predict about them.

Scar was fixed up, no sign of glitches like in N.P.C or Grumbot, and Grian couldn’t predict him if his life depended on it. Whatever AI in the bot’s brain was fascinating, and the strange logic it followed always managed to keep him enraptured.

It quelled that bored drawl in the back of his mind, on a good day.

Today, even with Scar by his side, seemed to crawl along at a slug’s pace.

The wastes were turning up useless scrap after useless scrap, Mumbo too busy with a commission to entertain him, even the ticking of his wings was the same as ever. They didn’t even ache. At least then, complaining or not, wouldn’t leave him bored.

If he’s being honest, he probably shouldn’t have gone out to scavenge.

Days like these are best kept in line by staying in a place with overarching rules, a guarantee he won’t overstep anything and end up missing more than a chunk of wing.

The wastes don’t have that. They have metal, radiation, rust, and scavengers.

“This is a lot further than we’ve travelled before,” remarks Scar, frayed gas mask making him seem bizarrely human, bizarrely out of place in one of mumbo’s white button up and a false corset. He knows by the whirl of Scar’s fans, that the green metal would be warm to the touch.

He climbs the hill anyway.

There’s the clanging of other scavengers, only two of them at the foot, and they’re pulling something out of a shaking pile that’s large and expensive.

“Ooh, a lucky find for those fellas!”

Grian says nothing in return.

His wings click. Once. Twice.

Take it from them.

He widens his stance, careful not to make a sound on copper and aluminum and iron.

Imagine how excited Mumbo will be.

His wings spread like butter across the sky.

And he jumps. Dives, towards the two.

What should’ve happened was a simple wrap of his hands around the machinery and an arc back into the air and away. What should’ve happened would have been enough to satiate his boredom. What should’ve happened, is that he should have been faster.

What did happen, is that he gets his hands curled around the machine. He’s on the upbeat of his wings, when a hand wraps around his ankle.

He registers the impact. He registers the stars. He registers how the metal crumples beneath him, denting and damaging the scrap.

And then he registers the pain of being slammed into the ground.

“What the fuck, you little asshat!” The nearest one sounds. Their mask is colored the same white as the gleam of a jawbone. They raise a foot and stomp on Grian’s hand, grinding it into the dry dirt with the heel.

He has half a mind to scan the hills for Scar, but the android is lost among the shadows and the piles of scrap encircling them. His heart sinks.

“Hey, dude!” Comes the second one—their mask is layered to look like a growing of fungus. “Take it easy, they’re already down.”

“Their mask is cool,” remarks the third, the one his missed and the one who grabbed him. Their mask is simple and plain, a stark contrast to his own, hooked in the shape of a beak. They’re dressed in dark browns, almost blended completely against the ground.

“That doesn’t matter, they tried to *steal* from us. Why I oughta—“ And they grab his wing.

Something in his mind goes a little haywire. The bones there are fragile, half-molded to metal and muscle, and he does his darnedest to bash their faces in with the prosthetic.

He manages to clip Shrooms across the temple, drawing his knife and lunging at another, but it doesn’t last long. It was never going to last long, three against one. But he gets some good hits in, spills enough blood.

He ends up fully pinned, a boot against his back and his racing heartbeat prominant in the pressure from a steady, constant pull of his wing in a scavenger’s hand.

“What’s going on here?” Comes a familiar voice, and Grian feels like crying. If they leave him alive, at least Scar can get him back to Mumbo.

“Are you with this vulture,” one of them spits.

“I am, and I promised he’s very much learned his lesson—“

“He sliced my arm open,” they growl. And yeah, he did do that. The drip of blood fills him with a cruel pride that they’re going to need to go home after this and waste the day away.

“You deserved it,” he calls back, and is rewarded with a particularly painful tug on his wing.

“Fellas, I promise you that if you let him go, you’ll never see us ever again. Heck, we’ll even leave you little things for yourself to improve profits! How’s that for a deal?”

“How about instead we slice his throat?” And he knows it’s a bluff. Killing someone over a single piece of scrap is ludicrous, and these guys don’t seem insane enough to do it to a first-time offender. They’re farther than typical from their bubble, and while Grian’s had his own fair share of death threats they’ve only ever been serious in total nowhere. It’s got to be a bluff. It has to be.

He’s going to die if it’s not.

Grian looks up, eyes following metal legs to Scar’s face to find the other staring directly at him.

He doesn’t know what Scar sees in him, but he hears his fan kick on just beneath the noise of the wastes.

The android steps forward, steps closer. Grian can’t tell a single thing about what he’s thinking, but he knows his neck is starting to ache from the angle he’s keeping it at to keep Scar in view. Something about the quiet won’t let him look away. Scar rears back a fist.

And then he hears the crack of bone.

The weight falls off his back, his wing, and Grian is left staring into empty space as Scar takes measured steps behind him, and out of view.

The impacts behind him begins to sound wet, like the repeated thump of a hammer against drowned wood.

Grian has dabbled a bit, long before he met Mumbo, in engineering himself. It was more buildings than robots, trains instead of anything that breathes. But there’s one thing he still remembers, clear as day.

A robot may not injure a human being.

So what does that make the thing in front of him?

#blurb #scarian #steampunk au #hermitcraft fic #hermitcraft #this was sitting in my drafts waiting for you all!#sorry i took so long to post <3 #i dont think this blog will be continuing to write for Awhile #schools getting rough!#but if yall have any questions on story beats #ive got some semblace of a plan for a lot of them!#cod boy might be stalled too #we didnt have any writing backed up;;#love yall! im going to enjoy my retirement <3

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spirit-tracks · 7 months

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I FORGOT I DREW THESE AGES AGO the heart of hyrule my love my life when will I actually work on you like a responsible artist<33

Signatured these with my main but I'm going to post them on Zelda blog instead because this is where i talk about it <33

#idk about the shiekah design on the weapons i think ill just say screw it and jump feet first into the steampunk inspiration #WICKED STOP CHANGING YOUR WORLD DESIGN CHALLENGE ITS BEEN LIKE 3 YEARS #thoh #the heart of hyrule #wicked scribbles #the legend of zelda #loz au #queen zora is a betta and her daughter is a catfish no more dolphins botw give me some VARIETY #wickeds ayoos

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happistar · 9 months

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felt inspired & drew a bit of @idaaliis's reverse dw au!

bonus:

just thinking abt the idea smith!master stole amy's glasses for his look. would be very silly of him i think and probably on brand

#doctor who #reverse who au #tennant!master #smith!master #happi's art #i love their designs a Normal amount #esp 10's #like!! the gallifreyan on his coat is so cool and the colors work so well #also i love the steampunk vibes 11's master design has #digging all the galaxy accents too tbh #i wanted to doodle 12 and missy interactions w/ the role reversal too since i think they'd be fun but i think im done for the day #lowkey kinda wanna mess around w/ some designs of my own one of these days but we'll see :)#(mainly 11 and 12's since they're my favorite doctors + i think role swap designs are really fun to come up w/ and i know them best)#(also. i think swap!11 deserves more green in his design anbgjnbkgf)

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lynaferns · 5 months

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Question, when it comes to your Suns and Moons, do you see/make/prefer them as brothers, lovers, close friends, friends, or anything else? Or is each of your AU’s/versions a bit different like one is brothers while a different one is friends?

(I’m just mildly curious)

It depends if I make them separated or share a body.

In my human and elves version I made them separated so they are brothers.

In the steampunk and biomáquina they are together and are robots so it's a little more complicated what kind of relationship they have. Except for romance, it could be all of the above or something else, it could be a bitter relationship where they don't like each other but need each other company.

Whatever the universe is I only see them as platonic.

I think I've said (or insinuated) on a few occasions that I don't ship any characters. Non-cannon ships in general feels off to me, I'm just unable to see romance unless the characters actually start showing signs of it in cannon.

#ask #for some reason when I went to respond this ask all of the words turned into a column #so it was hard to reread #forest elves au #fnaf steampunk au #BIOMáquina au

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artificial-absinthe · 20 days

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Megasound playlist

Expect not sweetness (save for a few exceptions), but rather the representation of a bizarre, deepest, Intrinsic nameless link.

Illustrations for each one of the songs in posts to come.

#They are not the kind of characters to be schmaltzy #They're compounded freaks plugged into a compounded bond #might be found some self indulgence in some song but overall it represents how I interpret their link according to their characters #No Spotify here #Because I do not support the exploiting of artists #YouTube is barely better #But there are no Playlist options at bandcamp sadly #Megasound #Megawave #Goth in ungothly Fandom #Gothic music #Dark wave #Gothic rock #Dark music #Love metal #Alternative music #Suits them though #That's why they'd be wearing boots and spikes and bizarrely in dark and you cannot convince me otherwise #and why I cannot picture them in a humanoid AU unless it's Cyberpunk or steampunk #Like the project I'm writing that hopefully will see the light one day #transformers #Transformers prime #Megatron/Soundwave #Megatron x Soundwave #Today in posts only I care about:#Megasound playlist #music playlist #character playlist #ship playlist #Absinthe things

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bubble-jasmine · 2 years

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No Smolivs Were Harmed in the Making of this Experiment

This happens at least once a week with him

#colress #smoliv #pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #looker pokemon #steampunk colress #anabel pokemon #emmet pokemon #I should explain this AU but also no #I hope smoliv evolves into a grass/fire type it'd be funny #some sort of greek fire pokemon would be fun to play around with #Bubble'sArt

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somebirdortheother · 1 year

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Mysteries of the Mechanical Wonder - By SomeBird

Chapter 2 - No Free Rides in Mordor City

Chapter Summary: Our Steampunk Gal takes an airship ride, meets a stranger, and makes a deal.

“I don’t offer free rides, Galadriel,” his tongue wrapped around her name like sin as his dark eyes slid from her face, down her chest and landed firmly on her waist.

Halbrand's outfit inspo courtesy of @ichabodjane

Galadriel in this chapter: 😡

Halbrand the Greatest: 🤩 Wow, she hates me

#trop fanfic #trop fanfiction #human halbrand defence squad #galadriel x halbrand #ao3 author #somebird #steampunk AU #the rings of power #galadriel #haladriel #they already hate each other #or do they?#let’s just say there is some tension #Halbrand the Greatest #Halbrand the Annoying #ship: bind yourself to me

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kingdomofdrawings · 1 year

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Noremma month 2022 - Day 5-6-7 - Lab - Lamp - Prosthesis

Hope you like it!

Comments, Likes and Shares are really appreciated Please do repost without permission first and without giving credits

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eversplode · 2 years

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Drew a little something from an AU me, @vibecenter13, and a non-tumblr friend have been cooking up

Behold: Steampunk Hornet!

#hollow knight #hornet hk #hk voidpunk au #alright who wants some steampunk hornet lore!#at a very early age she got sick with something and was gonna die #instead of herrahs deal with pk being to create hornet #here it was to save her #by making her a robot #this of course means pk isnt her father in this au #between living in a dying kingdom and not taking proper care of herself she has taken a lot of wear and tear #her right arm (one of her original arms) shows this well cus nearly all the plating is gone #her other limbs are all scavanged and attached #oh btw #she has detachable limbs #also her head part is just a mask #her head is fully biological (the one part that wasnt replaced) but shes robot from the neck down #my stuff #my art

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the-trinket-witch · 9 months

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🌻

I know you initially followed me for the Steampunk AU, and for the lack of content: I apologize 🙇‍♂️ To make up for it: lemme just throw a couple local lore bits in there just for you ;D

Below the city lays a labyrinth of canals, tunnels, cisterns and walkways. Along the portions outermost to the 'surface' are the displaced/houseless. Further in is a market of more...dubious supply. And towards the center is what can generously be called a shanty, but many see it as Sanctuary. Beyond the dark markets, the police don't dare venture their raids. If not for the sulfurous, Crimson glow further in the dark, than the discovery of a Miraculous Court where it's a miracle if you get out alive.

#inbox reply #prinnysnuckpastfen #twst au #twst steampunk au #Is there a collection of displaced folks helping a certain Self-hating Mage cultivate some very certain flowers?#maybe-are you willing to look and find out?

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anxietywhitenoise · 2 years

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The Gears to my Cog Chapter 3: Pet Names and Punishments

Steampunk AU, Secret Betrothal

Noble nakedtoaster and minor noble female reader

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38359528

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Notes: An autosídhe is newer type of autocar built for speed. It is much smaller (driver and passenger) than enormous and slow autozephyrs used for public transit/troop transport and the showy autonotus used by the nobility.

Xyx’s butler took one look at your face and its promise for his employer and held the door open with a deep bow. His job had never been worth risking death and this was far from the first time. You nodded at him curtly as you stepped into the office. The scratch of his pen and the tick of the clock were the only breaks in the silence. Xyx was bent over papers, the pen writing down the thoughts you could see flit across his face briefly. This man is an idiot. Perhaps if we came at it from this angle. Any other day, watching his unguarded work face would be amusing, but today there was a price to pay. You noticed all of his piercings were in place, including the two under his lip, meaning he likely didn't have clients today. Good, if it finally came down to murder, no one would be looking for him for a while. The black outfit you had chosen, while practical for working in the shop where grease often was your makeup of happenstance, also nicely hid blood if you happened to need to pummel a certain lawyer. The click of your heels on the wood finally alerted Xyx to your presence. Green eyes blinked a few times as if surprised to see you, but the slow grin that spread across his smug face said otherwise.

“Now what is that look for ducks?” He asked innocently.

“What the hell is this?” You answered him with your own question. Toasty had stopped by the shop again that morning; something becoming a happy routine in the short two weeks since the ball. Your fellow mechanics nudged each other, catcalling the “charming couple”. Toasty, of course, looking the part of the absent-minded aristocrat; pink hair pulled back into a low tail, wisps of hair escaping, his cravat obviously hastily tied in a rush to see you. Grease and soot stain your coarse dark clothing. It never was worth wearing “good” clothes while you were working nor the skirts your mother tried to insist on. No, you were the commoner that the lord had fallen head over heels for when you rescued him from the iron dragon, or so the shop gossip liked to joke. Your mouth didn’t help the image. Toasty’s eyebrows all but disappeared at the very crass language that echoed through the boiler you had been working in. But in the end, he just laughed as you turned a shade of pink brighter than his hair. One more thing to love about him. With a smile, he had wiped away some of the soot outline left by the safety goggles before handing over the small yellow paper that you now slammed down on Xyx’s desk. Papers scattered with the breeze, but he made no move to gather them nor even glance down at the document.

“Why it looks like a memeolex, lovey?” He leaned forward resting elbows on the desk, chin on fists. You narrowed your eyes at the second nickname. Xyx knew how to push every single button you had and never hesitated to. But today you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction. Today you would stand strong and get answers. Or pummel him. Either was truly a win in your book.

“Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. No wonder you’re one of the top solicitors in the city.” Despite knowing the acid did no damage, you let the sarcasm drip from your words. All it did was earn you a fake look of pity.

“Awww, sweetling, what has your knickers all in a twist?”

“Care to explain why Earl Toasty received one invitation to afternoon tea next Thursday. In your handwriting,” Memeolex was a fairly new technology for the masses, being powered by rare aether crystals. The military and alchemists always loathed having any aether technology slip out to the public, but money spoke. And neither Xyx or Toasty were lacking in it. Your father’s shops all had memolexes, only because of the distinction of being the Queen’s favored steam mechanic. Their use was rare to prolong the life of the precious crystal. Not something to be used for ludicrous invitations to tea that had not been cleared with you.

“Perhaps because I am inviting Earl Toasty to afternoon tea next Thursday?”

“Just what are you planning?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest with a frown. Your reputation among the other nobles wasn’t much to sneeze at, especially with your preference for trousers and tools over skirts and sewing. Not to mention your very close friendship with two of the most whispered about men in the city. If the gossips actually knew even a sliver of what Xyx did, your mother would truly have a heart attack.

“Mwah?” He leaned back, hand to chest as if he’d been shot. What a drama queen, almost worse than Nightowl. You rolled your eyes. “You wound me buttercup.”

“Xyx, I swear…” Slamming your hands down on the desk, you leaned forward to be eye to eye with him. That was when you noticed. Dark circles, bloodshot eyes, the stubble; all of which were not the normal Xyx. Even his clothing, normally very dashing if he did say so himself, was rumpled and looked to have been slept in. Something was very wrong.

“Look, y/n.” You blinked rapidly at the change in his voice. This was a tone that you rarely heard, especially the older you both got. Serious, somber, real. Not the mask of a lawyer or a playboy. “You are by far the most precious thing in my life. Now you’re being married off to some man I know nothing about. Nor can I find any usable blackmail on.” His hand gently covered one of yours. There was a slight tremble in it. Sincerity and frustration? You’d known Xyx a vast majority of your life and you could count on one hand the times you’d heard those emotions from him. And both at the same time? Was the world ending? Was he really that worried about Toasty? “I just want to get a measure of the man and…” You hoped he’d stop right there; for once let this touching, vulnerable moment be. But we couldn’t have that could we? That wouldn’t be your Xyx. "And I have to see if he's man enough to handle my kitten."

“You…” That was the final straw, the one nickname you just couldn’t handle, and he knew it. All thought and reason left as you launched yourself over the desk. The chair and Xyx hit the floor with a loud thud. Your prey laid stunned beneath you as your fingers, strengthened by manual labor and many a late night tree escape, wrapped around his delicate aristocratic neck.

“Shit!” Despite the fact Xyx sat much of his day at the giant mahogany desk, he was no pampered playboy, no more than you were a weak noblewoman. This man had been your first sparring partner and despite your physical work was still somehow stronger. Surprise had given you the upper hand and he was letting you have the moment, just not actually strangle him.“You’re serious about him aren’t you, love?” Emerald green eyes held your’s, measuring the words you were about to say. The seriousness of the question surprised you, your grip loosened on his neck.

“I… I think I am.” A surge of fear warred with the spark of excitement. He grunted as you sat back on his chest mulling over the sensation. The idea of marriage had always scared you, despite the new laws, the noble households were not keen on giving their women the freedom that was due. Not even the women your age could understand your thirst for knowledge and freedom. You could count your female “acquaintance” on a single hand, your true friends numbering just three men, including the one underneath you. But Lord Toasty, he didn’t seem like the rest. His fascination with your work, and joy in your eccentricities were already evident in the short time you’d been acquainted. It wasn’t like he didn’t know all the rumors about you, some true. Nor were you deaf to the rumors about him being some sort of supernatural with the way he avoid the sunlight and noble obligations.

“Do you think he can make you happy?” Did you even know what happiness really was? Worries and anxieties always assailed you, even at moments of calm. Xyx, Nightowl, and Quest had always all gone out of their ways to try to make you happy. But that’s never what you had been looking for. To have someone who truly respected you? That no longer seemed like a pipe dream.

“I think he could be a good partner.” You felt the deep sigh in your legs as he let out the breath. What answer he’d been expecting, you couldn’t fathom.

“I’m still going to try to find something on him, but as long as you’re happy, I won’t interfere.”

“Promise?” You wrinkled your nose at him. A smile that was rarer than an aether crystal greeted your eyes. It reminded you how much of a handsome rogue your best friend was. One day, you hoped he’d find someone who could truly respect and care for the real him.

“Promise.” You softly smile back leaning over to touch foreheads just as you had as children. When Xyx promised something to you, there was nothing short of death that would make him break it. “Now as much as I like you in this position, it might give someone the wrong idea.”

“Just you.” You swatted him playfully before rolling to the side so he could rise. “Everyone else would rightly assume I’m attempting to murder you.”

“So, tea next week?” He asked, offering a hand in assistance. You gracefully accepted, knees a bit creaky from clipping the desk earlier.

“We will be there. And you all will behave.”

“If that is the punishment for misbehaving…” You raised an eyebrow, daring him to continue. For the first time today, he wisely didn’t. “We will be on our best behavior,” he said making a show of straightening his mussed vest and dusting

“Why does that scare me so much?” Despite those words, a grin crossed your face as you leaned up to kiss his cheek feeling the stubble. “Don’t forget to eat and sleep.”

“But those are so mundane,” he whined. You just shook your head at the familiar exchange. Vocally worrying about him was never allowed, but you still worried. With his father’s illness and recent death, his workload had increased exponentially. It used to be him sneaking you out the window for one of Nightowl’s late-night performances or dragging you to an illegal autosídhe race just so you could drool over the modified engines. But now you were the unannounced midnight visitor bearing copious amounts of his favorite food and drinks, covering him with a blanket when he fell asleep, pen in hand. Hopefully Toasty wouldn’t mind you continuing the watch on your best friend. Even if he did… you weren’t about to let Xyx work himself to death. It was a topic you’d have to broach after the two met.

“I’m sorry the rest of the world isn’t as exciting as you. Goodbye, Xyx.”

“Y/N.”

“Hmmm?” His heart thumped loudly as you glanced over your shoulder. Green eyes traced the softened curves of your face, so different from the anger from moments before. That dreamy look, one he had often hoped to inspire, wasn’t for him. It would never be him “I…” Always a coward. Such simple words that he could never say when you could possibly hear them. Only in the quiet of darkness and dreams. “Nevermind.” You uttered no words; just a single curious look before closing his office door behind you. You knew him so well. Don’t push, don’t pry. Just let me be. No other woman could ever understand that, nor had they ever tried. And now… the click of the lock had never sounded so final.

#fanfic #steampunk au #gear to my cog #chapter 3 #blooming panic #toasty x reader #some xyx angst for ya

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kakashihasibs · 2 years

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#dreamed that tenzō was in some weird steampunk au and was murdered #so i blew up a train and cried about it alsndndkd 😭😭😭#i was the only one who know he was murdered and no one would believe me bc it was some leader of the place we were in #as dumb and as absurd as the dream was it was still really sad 😔#i did not enjoy yamato dying 😭😭😭

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yanban-san · 2 years

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I love your writings, some of your drabbles are really cute! I just have a little question; you tagged the butler headcanons with "House in Albedo" what does that mean? Is it a fic? If it I wanna read it lol

Thanks for the kind words anon!

"House in Albedo" is a reference to a one of a set of collections of vague WIPs and drabbles about Butler!Submas; "House in Albedo" is specifically them being good and sweet butlers who adore their lady quietly and politely while serving her. The "House" fics also have some world building specifics related to them that are consistent through all of them sort of, though I have not published them anywhere yet. There are four AUs/WIP folders I have associated with the "House" series, though that really makes it sound like there's so much more lol.

Specifics under the header, just for shortening post

Consistent specifics:

Reader-san is the Lady/Master (or a maid) of the Ash House, a noble house in a alternate steampunk Unova that is responsible for most (if not all) of the railways through Unova, which is also why they are so powerful and considered nobility.

In House in Albedo, the butler bros are chivalrous, sweet servants who do their best to serve their lady and try to suppress their scandalous amorous feelings towards her; also involves some mystery shit of the butler bros trying to find out if and who potentially murdered the previous head of the House.

The other is Yandere butlers, also called House in Nigredo; the butler bros are obsessed with their beloved Lady and want nothing more than to take her for themselves and keep the whole of the world at bay and will do anything to achieve their goals. Includes lots of Victorian murder mystery drama angst, blackmailing and scandal. I've watched and read too much Agatha Christie in my lifetime lol

An unnamed short one where Emmet and Ingo are Lords of the Ash House and Reader-san is a cute lil peasant girl/maid that they adore that's it that's the fic it's cute and fluffy and I will probably publish it or something based on the file of drabbles and headcanons sometime

The final one is a vague demon!submas one where Emmet and Ingo are the Lords of the Ash House and rule it and the railways with an iron fist. They are terrifying and people don't trust them or like to be around them almost ever, and there's rumors that they're actually not even human... especially considering how bizarrely perfect they keep everything running in the house, and how strange their servants are. Reader-San in this case... I have a few ideas. Investigator, poor peasant girl sent off to their house to deliver a letter, railroad worker, etc. And like... yea. May include soulmate AU BS, or maybe the scary otherworldly train obsessed dudes just really like trains and also find out they really like Reader-san, who knows??

#Anon #Anon asks #And anon receives an answer #Honestly?#I have no fuckin clue what to do with the Victorian/Steampunk AU bug Penicula put in my head #House in Albedo #House in Nigredo #Ash House series #Submas fics #Submas HCs #Butler Bros #I have so many WIPs and Drabbles and shit about the Submas in my repository right now #That and also... maybe some Morty and Steven Stone #They are two of my other favorite pokemon bois #My HCs #Writing Ideas #This is probably a much longer answer than u intended to receive anon my apologies

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