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#Mind Palace AU
bklily · 6 months
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Inside Out but its all the multiple variations of Adrichat
Bonus:
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What a weird guy, huh!
Part Two Here!!
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when-sanpape-arts · 19 days
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shuro's terrible, horrible, no good very bad lunch.
restaurant au: 1 / 2
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beannary · 4 days
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So I named TLP after the book The Little Prince because I went to a French school so we read that book constantly so I thought it would be funny if I made little drawings of TLP Donnie if I had named au after different French books I read as a kid!
It was hard to think of some that were actually French and not just translations lol turns out a lot of the books that I thought were French were really just English books with French translations :P
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wasabi-gumdrop · 4 days
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dunmeshi modern labru au where Kabru wants to try fromsoft games to understand why they’re so popular.
he gives elden ring a shot and surprise he gets fucking rolled. can’t get past tree sentinel, tries to fight Margit at level 15, put all his stats in intelligence and not enough dex, hasn’t even found a proper staff, picked warrior as his starting class.
he’s ready to uninstall but he paid full price for this game, he’s at least gonna defeat one boss goddammit. so he tries summoning players for aid and just his luck, he summons cooperator WolfChimeraWyvern.
and this cooperator is SO GOOD, he solos Margit without getting hit, and Kabru is just. in awe. so he adds him as a friend.
and that’s how he meets Laios, expert on all things fromsoft (has literally read every item description, knows the most obscure lore by heart, don’t ask him how many hours he’s played, he has all the platinums)
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crispycreambacon · 3 months
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Seatbelts, Everyone!
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I can't believe no one else thought of this AU so SIGH I guess I gotta do it myself (not complaining though, this was so fun to draw)
Also yes the Bostonian horse is replacing Liz Ard in this AU and yes he is drawn in the MLP style because have you drawn a horse before. Those suckers are HARD
Bonus doodle inspired by this meme
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The Old Guard AU where the poly!141 are a group of immortals who seemingly cannot die so they travel around for centuries fighting battles, wars, and injustice.
John Price, the eldest of them all, the first known immortal. He cannot entirely remember how old he is or anything of his mortal life. There are memories that he carries of fighting against the Romans in what he believes is present day England. Eventually though everything began to bleed together and he almost gave up hope entirely until one fateful event.
The Battle of Culloden. It is where he meets Simon Riley and Johnny MacTavish.
Simon is a lieutenant for the King, a British red coat, different from the rest if only by the black bandana with the white paint of a skull covering his face. A man who Price encounters before his death. Something about him pulling the immortal to find him upon the battlefield. That is, of course by fate, where Price first meets Johnny MacTavish as well. A proud Scott fighting for independence. Face marked by warpaint, dirt, and blood as he kills Simon with a battle cry upon his lips. And in a moment that Price cannot comprehend being reality in its entirety or flashes of the new immortals being bound to him he witnesses this: Johnny kills Simon. Simon rises and kills Johnny. Over and over the two fight, killing each other and healing, until finally they pause. As if realizing that neither is truly dying they hold each other, both looking up to Price just standing over them. A calm silhouette against the backdrop of brutal battle.
Something telling them that he knows.
Of course, none of them understand that they are bound together until later that night when they dream of the other. Price. Simon. Johnny. Living and dying. Plagued by their personal inflictions and differences. Causing Price to have to hunt the two down. Explaining that they have to all be together. They have a job to do. A greater purpose that goes beyond Johnny not wanting to work with Brits and Simon not wanting to work with anyone. (Not that John would ever admit that in truth...he just didn't want to be alone anymore.)
And by the time they dream of a fourth, the consequences of Culloden is gone from them against the sounds of a world at war.
World War II is where they find Kyle "Gaz" Garrick. Dying from a gunshot wound after freeing a camp of POWs from the Germans. Price, Simon, and Johnny race across no mans land and trenches. Across borderlines and battlegrounds to find him. It takes nearly ten days across foot before they come across Gaz collapsed upon his knees drenched in blood. Surrounded by dead German soldiers. A sob shaking him as Price settles a hand across his shoulder. The three immortals explaining that everything would be alright. That Gaz wasn't alone anymore. He'd never be alone again.
And when that war ended well the wars never end. However, the 141 as Price names them certainly didn't expect to gain another member, but one night upon a cargo train within the middle of the desert, they suddenly gain you.
Your death awakens them from sleep far worse than if the train itself had crashed.
Price watches you die, sees the wound that kills you, the pain and fear flashing across your eyes. Johnny catches a glimpse of your name tag and the features of your face; his hands hazardously sketching you upon a notepad he had stuffed away. Gaz quickly tries describing your environment and clothing. Simon looks upon them all with darkened eyes, his hand grasping his throat, as he announces that he felt you die. A statement that has Price standing as he suddenly realizes where you must be and what had led you to your death.
No more words were needed for them to all agree to find you no matter what.
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nokmietarchive · 6 months
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another drawing im not sure if ill ever finish. you can kind of see my process here lol. anyways this is frida vs leo from our sisters story!!
frida is extra serious but also extremely hyperattentive to posturing/lying (since she grew up around big mama), so initially she doesn't get along with leo who tends to talk himself up in an attempt to make a good impression. when they spar they actually get along the best, because they're both great at combat and respect each other wholeheartedly for it.
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basketobread · 4 months
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yeah ok i ship oc x oc even if there are romanceable companions in game LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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zephyrartz-owo · 3 months
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Got a BH6 shaped bug in my brain that compelled me to start drawing again. Drawing Karmi again after four years was soul healing experience, blorbo effect,,,,,
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bugsnaxaudio · 5 months
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Yeah, I know I said I didn't usually post shitposts, but I figured this wasn't too bad for something I did in an afternoon yesterday, so I might as well get a little mileage out of it.
I know the audio editing of the voice track isn’t the greatest, but cut me a little slack. I haven't made these remixes since I was a wee homunculus, so I'm a little rusty. That said, this isn’t too shabby for something I edited on my phone, so that has to count for something, I guess.
Also, here’s a fun fact that’ll either ruin or make your day depending on your level of cynicism:
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yutaleks · 24 days
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Been rewatching cyberpunk anime and daydreaming about a cyberpunk AU… again…
I think what I would do is make yuuta a scav and make reader a part of the trauma team. Maybe he’s like one of the tiger claws and it’s a job gone wrong. And you would expect when he’s injured that they call the meat wagon but turns out (thru his family connection to corpo CEO gojo satoru) Yuuta actually has trauma insurance. And you’re tasked with healing him / installing new cyberware and you’re so curious why someone with money like him would become a scav and it’s cause he’s hunting down the guy who made a certain XBD chip—the recording of Rika’s death, which was completely brutal and without remorse. And in the world of cyberpunk people get off to these XBD’s and get off on experiencing the act of doing depraved things. And he wants her death chip off the streets, even if it kills him
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bklily · 6 months
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Hey! Who let this guy in here?!
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ovrarches · 1 year
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Missed ur flower au😭🤍
Also love ur cane thomas hc to it, it gave me ideas to my personal aus<33
I love your AUs<3
Cane Thomas you will always be famous!!!
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(it’s the fuck you bouquet from that one tumblr post)
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taihua · 3 days
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Might give into the demons and write another self indulgent Fengqing modern au multichapter
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imaginethat0327 · 6 months
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Sitting on the floor of the beach cabin, Tango began his admin magic routine.
First, he placed himself in his Decked Out 2 storage room. Deep breaths and a concentrated effort were needed for the walls and ceiling to begin to form, then the myriad of chests. He could still hear and feel everything, but instead of darkness he could clearly see the storage room before him. 
Grinning, Tango glanced down at his metaphysical hands. They were bare of gloves in this world, since fire could never harm anything inside his own head. Stretching his arms out, he spun in a circle to make sure everything was properly in place, then moved on to the next step.
He imagined that his body was a redstone machine, almost like a droid or a robot. It materialized in front of him as a diagram of circuitry. Glowing red light bulbs indicated where sensations were coming from. Carefully reaching out, Tango located the first glowing dot on top of the diagram’s head. His fingers touched the red light bulb, gently unscrewing it. The minute the light went out, he could feel the heat from his hair disappearing, the sensation vanishing. Satisfied, Tango reached for the next lightbulb, which was located by his face. 
It took a few minutes of unscrewing light bulbs, but Tango could feel himself starting to drift. With each carefully removed lightbulb his body became more detached from sensation. Temperature, sound, taste, the feeling of his heartbeat, all of it was unscrewed and carefully placed in his “inventory.” Then, once the diagram was dim and devoid of lightbulbs, Tango folded it up and carried it to his storage system. The diagram and all the lightbulbs were carefully stored away.
Properly detached from his body, now, Tango could start to feel the chaotic weight of code pressing in on him. His head began to ache. Tense, Tango walked away from the walls of chests and towards the open, cave-like portion of his storage room. In the real room, this cave opening would lead to the interior of Decked Out, stairs leading into the absolutely beautiful system that was his carefully color-coded redstone lives and painstakingly crafted tunnels. Here, in his own mind, the cave opening led to the rest of the world.
As per usual, the first glimpse at the world code was agonizing to look at. Xisuma had described for him one time how he saw code: to the voidkind, he’d said it was like shifting, moving nebulas; beautiful and colorful. Every player saw code differently as it needed to be interpreted by their individual minds. Tango, for this reason, didn’t see nebulas. Instead, millions of scarlet zeroes and ones stared back at him, each strand of code displayed as a string of glittering red binary. Each string laid flat against a surface found in the real world. If Tango looked hard enough he could see how they laid against the flat plane of the floor, or curved around soft bed mattresses and even made up the exterior of his friends. 
Grimacing at the confusing sight, Tango began to walk forward. He envisioned a bridge stretching out in front of him, a solid and easily visible pathway for him to walk on, and so it was. The pathway stretched across the coding of the beachhouse and out through the wall, out across the sand. He winced at the sight of the ocean; shifting, chaotically swirling numbers that sent stabs of pain through his eyes. Steeling himself, he imagined his bridge stretching over the waves and kept his eyes firmly fixed forward. 
There had to be something beyond the ocean. Even if it was just another few islands, perhaps they would be safer than the one they were currently on. Doing his best to suppress the pain in his temples, Tango stepped out over the water and began his journey.
Y'all, let me tell you, if I ever draw a "1" or a "0" again... it will be too soon XD that binary was BRUTAL. However, I think the effect came out quite nice!! And I've never drawn a bridge like that before so that was quite time consuming but also quite fun :D -Imagine
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|> Shelldon, please open the lab doors so @emerson-the-psycho, @turtle-sister-april, and I can start the plan
-@spaceacexino
{Lab is open, dudes. Donatello is still asleep, he had a very hard time. Michelangelo is awake but he's in his little nest -S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.}
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