#au building blocks

[thebiscuitlabryinth]

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Pure Vanilla's nightmares have lessened, recently.

He knows that's because they've left the Faerie Kingdom far behind now, so Shadow Milk has no real reason to try and provoke him into setting him free anymore, but Pure Vanilla can't help but feel hopeful that it might be indicative of some real progress too.

After all, he's been having more and more dream talks with Shadow Milk recently, and most of them are fairly civil. It hasn't stopped the mockery or taunting entirely, but he has realised that once Shadow Milk has an interesting topic of conversation to entertain, he tends to be a little less antagonistic.

Dare he say it, their acquaintance as of late has almost been... nice. Which is why, perhaps, he had mustered the courage to try and pry beyond Shadow Milk's academic career.

"I found one of your old portraits, I think. It was quite damaged." Pure Vanilla says slowly, because he has spent an embarrassing amount of his spare time recently trying to track down any relics from Shadow Milk's past, to be able to prompt him with them. "...You looked rather different."

Today, the dreamscape takes the form of Pure Vanilla's personal chambers, albeit bathed in darkness that is broken up by the fragile light of the moon, filtering in through the tall windows. Pure Vanilla is sat in his familiar armchair, relaxed without his staff or hat on his person, and keeping his idle gaze on his conversation partner. Shadow Milk is floating by his bookshelves, walking his fingers along the spines of the books. His back is towards him, but his extra eyes blink lazily at Pure Vanilla in silent acknowledgement.

"Why does that matter?" Shadow Milk drawls, before letting out an overdramatic gasp. He kicks back, tilting until he hangs upside-down in the air as he clasps his hands to his chest like he is heartbroken, their gazes snapping together like magnets. "I never would have expected you, of all people, to care about appearances so much! Am I not pretty enough as I am, is that it?"

His laments could have gone on for much longer, but Pure Vanilla cut him off quickly, slightly exasperated. "No, no, that wasn't what I was saying, and you know that."

Shadow Milk stops his fake wailing immediately, eyes curved into mischievious crescents as he glances over at him, and Pure Vanilla sighs. "It's just... interesting, I suppose. You look like two completely different people – unless it really wasn't your portrait?"

Shadow Milk bobs his head from side to side as if he were physically turning the words over in his head, before a thin mean smile slices clean across his face. "People change, Vani! Shouldn't you know that already, knowing our dear Guardian?"

Pure Vanilla tenses in his seat, balling his hands into fists in his lap. "I told you not to talk about her, didn't I?" He mutters with a frown, reminded once again that a conversation with Shadow Milk can never be completely smooth.

"Did you? I must not have heard you." Shadow Milk hums, righting himself in a way that involves far too much limb contortion. He drifts over to the table Pure Vanilla is sitting at, leaning against the edge and casually sweeping the vase of white lilies there off the table with one arm, quick enough that Pure Vanilla can barely react.

The vase shatters with a crash, and the half-bloomed petals are ruined by the fall. Pure Vanilla jolts, aching at the sight and his voice falls out pitched. "Shadow Milk-!"

"It's only a dream, no need to get worked up over it." Shadow Milk replies, tone carrying an edge of annoyance, though Pure Vanilla isn't sure why. Shadow Milk perches on the edge of the table with one leg over the other, lounging as he props himself up with one hand, his expression odd.

Still, he is right. It is only a dream, and Pure Vanilla cannot let himself be affected so easily anyway. He hesitantly tears his gaze away from the broken vase, turning his attention back to his curiosity, which is easy to do with Shadow Milk's face now right in front of him.

Pure Vanilla occupies himself with comparing the face before him with the memory of that portrait, eyes carefully tracing every visible difference in the wavering moonlight. The way his face is framed is different, for one, with the loss of his monocle and the change in his icing, and it makes him look harsher. His colour is off, somehow, and his silhouette has twisted too. That once collected, near regal posture has been overtaken by the lax, twisting strangeness that Shadow Milk often moves with, but to say it is gone completely isn't true. The smooth line of his back, even lounging like this, holds the ghost of that perfect posture.

And his eyes—

"Your eyes are the same." Pure Vanilla doesn't even notice he has spoken aloud until the words have fallen out of his mouth, soft and light like feathers.

It is true, though. His eyes aren't exactly the same physically, the pupils having grown to slits, but the spark and sharpness of them are just like the ones captured in that portrait. If he focuses on them, Pure Vanilla can almost imagine that he is there before everything went wrong, sharing a moment with that brilliant, revered scholar.

He is so mesmerised by those eyes that he immediately notices the way they crinkle in the corners, glittering with thinly veiled amusement, just before Shadow Milk snickers. "I know my eyes are stunningly handsome, but you can talk to me while you get lost in them. There's nothing more boring than silence!"

Pure Vanilla blinks quickly in response, startled out of his dreamy contemplation. Instantly, he feels the heat of embarrassment begin to darken his cheeks, and he closes his eyes on instinct, ducking his head slightly. Shadow Milk's giggles coil around his shoulders, and to move on from his own bout of confusion, Pure Vanilla frantically tries to pin down a conversation topic.

"Never mind that. You always insist on maintaining conversations with me." Pure Vanilla comments, something like concern and the beginnings of anxiety heavy on his tongue. "I know your circumstance doesn't allow for socialisation, but can you not even talk to your friends?"

It's a risky question, and Pure Vanilla knows that, even before he asks it. He has done his best to steer clear of topics that are even remotely related to Shadow Milk's imprisonment so far, for fear of provoking him. But this question has been simmering in his mind for a while now, so it is the only one he could think of in his haste. He won't be able to learn more about him if he doesn't press further, anyway, and now is as good a time as any.

Pure Vanilla had expected a bit of a pause, the sort of charged silence he has grown to expect from Shadow Milk when he is faced with a question he actually wants to consider, so he is surprised by the near immediate response.

"What kind of question is that? Of course I can." Shadow Milk replies, sounding remarkably flippant about it.

Pure Vanilla takes a moment to try and find a way to word himself delicately, hands fidgeting where they rest in his lap. "...Well, you always act like I'm the only person you talk to regularly. I thought, perhaps, you're–"

Lonely, but Pure Vanilla cannot get the word past his teeth, biting down on it uncomfortably. He has a feeling saying that wouldn't be well-received, or at the very least, not taken seriously.

Shadow Milk seems to understand the implication anyway, scoffing. There's a scramble of movement, and that prompts Pure Vanilla to open his eyes again, finding that Shadow Milk has dropped down to lay across the table on his back.

"I can tell you what I am, I'm bored. Why do you think we're so desperate to get out, huh? It's because there's nothing to do!" Shadow Milk throws his arms up, gesturing wildly as his voice starts swinging and his expression pinches with building agitation, kicking his legs furiously over the edge of the table. For the first time, Pure Vanilla is stricken by how similar it looks to a Cake Wolf pacing a cage, driven to a frenzy by claustrophobia. "We can talk to each other, but do you have any idea how long we've been stuck in there? We've run out of topics years ago, and they don't entertain my debates in the right way anyhow. There's no fun in that!"

Without warning, Shadow Milk flies up into a sitting position, his form blurring and peeling at the edges. Pure Vanilla watches him with concern as he lets out a raspy huff, teetering on the edge of a laugh.

"But I like talking to you so I do. That's all there is to it." Shadow Milk declares, voice lilting to something sweeter. A crooked smile surfaces on his face, and he jerks forward in an unnatural manner, as if he were a puppet on strings. He cups Pure Vanilla's face in his hands who, having slowly adjusted to the fact that Shadow Milk is prone to impulsive physical contact, only flinches slightly at the suddenness. "Did that never occur to you, silly?"

Pure Vanilla's mouth opens and closes soundlessly, settling into an uncertain line. To hear Shadow Milk say that so frankly caught him off-guard, as he always does, torn between suspicion and that tempting optimism that has been slowly gathering in his heart. "Well, I wasn't–"

His voice crumbles in his throat as Shadow Milk pulls his face towards him and presses a scorching kiss to the four-point star on his forehead. The dreaded warmth returns to gather in his face, made obvious by the contrast between the flush and the cold press of his hands.

He shouldn't be so flustered - this isn't the closest they've been - but his embarrassment only makes it worse.

"Don't overthink everything, you'll turn your brain into charcoal. That would just be a pity." Shadow Milk teases against his forehead, his dozens of eyes winking with silent laughter as he pulls back, hands slipping from his face and—

—Pure Vanilla wakes up, frazzled and unsure. He stares at the ceiling, hesitantly pressing a hand to his forehead. His dough is buzzing.

He lays there for a while, confused by the warmth within him and considering the interaction once more. Shadow Milk said he enjoyed talking to him, and Pure Vanilla believes him, if only because he really does seem engaged with their conversations.

And if that's true, then maybe they really can resolve everything through words. For all his strangeness, Shadow Milk does seem to follow some sort of line of logic during their debates, and logic, regardless of what kind, has the chance to be reasoned with.

He thinks of sharp, painted eyes and countless conversations on studies, research, literature, philosophy. He thinks of claustrophobic madness and the endless hunger of the scholar and pity, pity, pity.

Pure Vanilla sighs, and for the first time in very long, he finds himself tempted to return to sleep.

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#uh oh! the old man is having Ideas and experiencing Things #this one is a bit shorter and a bit messy because i didn't have a solid plan for it #but it is a necessary building block for later :) #pure vanilla cookie #shadow milk cookie #shadowvanilla #vanilla milkshake #pureshadow #echo paradox au #the biscuit library

[socksandbuttons]

this is probably one of the last few blogs that centers around the familial bond that sams/laes focused on. please don't ever change. everyone else is so ship-brained, just talking about ships to the point of erasing family statuses just to make their ships work

Aw thank you i mean like i thrive on that more or less lol, plus like... itS SWEET AND SHOW NEVER GIVES IT TO US (the fact they bring solar back was great but ah the pain of like lunar being afriad of him for that while). Ships can be fun but like not ... a lot to go on in this show tbh (liek the most developed ship thats very sweet and natural feeling at least is monty and earth.) but its not centered on it either which is nice! Plus we have yn/robo content once in a while here. SAMS Fam time i do love, Lots to explore with it! Esp with other dimensions yess

#try not to stress over ship talk too much (i know it gets wild) #block the tag thats bothering you or whoever is posting about it #the anxiety of constantly seeing something will lessen there #you build your own experience online! #yknow this does mean i need a dad lunar au eventually too... #i need balance it out with eclipse and killcode #squints very hard at that.... i have one thoguht

[rarestdoge]

TERRARIA AU TIME BC @smoresthehalloweenqueen AND I ARE OBSESSED WITH THIS GAME CURRENTLY‼️

#yes a sentient dirt block pet actually exists and it's hilariously rare #also Cam gave Brutus that rose ehehe 💙 #we've agreed that they proposed to each other after killing off the Moon Lord lol #and we're gonna build them a castle in the Hallow #a gay castle #WITH A DUNGEON #/ #cameron calvin #brutus dan gerbreaker #brucam #terraria #au #terraria au #oc #thsc oc #henry stickmin #thsc #the henry stickmin collection #whiteboard fox #oc x oc

[monstertsunami]

wtf is wrong with ppl trying to manifest a petrigtof breakup. im genuinely mystified. i want them to be toxic together until the end of time some real sunk cost fallacy shit. theyve been devoted to each other for literally thousands of years, YES to a fault, but shes an entire god of chaos now there is like nothing else for her to lose. shes all powerful and her only goal is to protect simon WHY, from a storytelling perspective, would she break up with him now? why would simon break up with her? theyre both at rock bottom there is nowhere to go but up. they could even rebuild together! if you want them to be healthy so fucking bad they could confront their past and try again. TOGETHER. but its not cathartic or a good ending at all for them to just cut it off or stay friends after centuries of literal madness. stop putting these characters through therapy or making them well adjusted just shut up shut up AAGH .

#all these posts abt this are genuinely making me so anxious like what if it does happen and its awful #just go ahead and ruin everything their arcs have been building towards for years. negate the tragedy. character assassination. fuck you #we know that in an au where betty hadnt met simon she wouldve been happier. this doesnt mean that in our universe after everything #that they would be happier APART #theyre like the only thing each other has now! #also theres just no way betty has been sitting up in space doing self reflection like hmm #'i sacrificed a lot for simon maybe I should uhh negate this last biggest sacrifice and divorce him lol' #what im saying is . petrigrof breakup would not make them any healthier. you just hate seeing toxic lesbians winning #schizobabble #adventure time #fionna and cake #petrigrof #betty grof #i hope one million ppl block me

[travalerray]

was reading my first ever MDZS fic and pfft.

#four idiots canon divergence au #mdzs #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mo dao zu shi #wei wuxian #nie huiasang #The first chapter does have issues. Mostly because it was also my first writing for any Chinese media/this genre in general #but this fic has a special spot in my heart as well #kk's writing tag #I am mostly a comedy writer when it comes to this fandom (four idiots series for both AUs) and this is one of the fics I completed after #years of writer's block and struggling with other fics. And it had everything I personally wanted to write. Comedy friendship and ghosts #(surprise hua cheng appearance with the whole city of ghosts and gambling in the middle) #the plot elements are very randomly thrown together but I do think that this helped me realize that my writing strength was in the #characterisation over the world building and like. Mystery writing. #I usually wrote rarepair ships before so to come into a mainstream pairing and fandom was....new. It's still strange but it's what it is #thank you to everyone who has ever interacted with my fics

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Is it okay if i use the illusion mood ring smoke for my DnD OC? It's a oneshot campaign and I asked my DM if it's okay to homebrew it to work and he said alright but I just wanted to ask you if it's okay?

I can backtrack it if it's not I just fell in love with the concept! Especially the aftermath effects.

oh for sure! i'm almost Certainly going to be using it for my own stuff as well lol

#so! 🤝 #honestly what are aus and ocs for if not building blocks for original stuff <3 #the amount of characters that i have who were once fan-based ocs.... #rambles from the bog #homebrew it up homie have fun!

[sailing-through-hawkins]

a slice of heaven

✧ written for ‘cake’ ✧ word count: 311 ✧ rated: T ✧ cw: slightly horror vibes ✧ tags: other!stobin ✧ @steddiemicrofic hope you enjoy!!! ✧

"Try this!"

Biting back a sigh, Eddie scoops up a piece of the cake Steve's just laid out in front of him and ignores his protesting taste buds. He eats the pink sponge and, to his own surprise, eagerly swallows it down.

"Well?" Steve looks at him expectantly.

"Shit, dude, this is so good!" And the problem is, Eddie isn't even lying. He expected that last bite to be the final straw, make him puke out all the sweet delicacies he's been forced to taste for the past -

How long has it been?

"Great!" Steve smiles so pretty and sweet, Eddie almost falls in love with him immediately. Then he turns away to yell, "I told you this was the one, Robs!"

Robin groans and glares at Eddie. He can’t look away from her eyes. “Now look what you’ve done, he’ll be using up all our strawberries!”

“I won’t,” Steve protests as he collects the plate (when did Eddie finish that slice?), blocking Eddie from Robin. Eddie blinks, his eyes watering. “I don’t want him getting sick of them too fast.”

“I don’t think I can get sick of your food,” He isn’t flirting. He doesn’t know how but the nausea dissipated with that first bite of the strawberry cake. “What – what time is it?”

“Does it matter?” Steve tilts his head, looking down at Eddie puzzledly. Eddie stares up at him and watches as ink bleeds into Steve’s eyes, as his smile drips down into a pout, as his sunny glow turns cold. “You’re not trying to leave, right, Eds? We had a deal.”

“R-right,” Eddie swallows, his throat clogged with the taste of sweet strawberries. “’M not going anywhere, Stevie.” The air snaps back like a blade and Eddie heaves.

“Good!” Steve smiles again and Eddie doesn’t remember why he ever felt afraid. "Time for the pies!"

#THAT'S RIGHT I DID TWO OF THEM THIS TIME AHA #this is the result of me staring at my two building blocks to write with for this prompt #one said bakery au #the other said horror/unsettling vibes #and my brain went and stacked them together #writing slightly sinister steve is my new favourite thing ngl #i'm imagining eddie made a deal with other!stobin to save wayne or one of his friend's life and steve has him testing his baked goods #for now. #sailor✧writes #steddie #writing #microfic #au content: fantasy

[druidshollow]

"what would your character be like without their trauma?" is such a hard question for me because it makes me feel like a massive asshole LMAO

(im attaching a picture of a tundra literally to add context to my ramble in the tags because my posts are structured by a sane person) (you should read the ramble in the tags i talk so much about rivers fsr)

#like. rivers would probably just purpose funky things for the hell of it and study lizards and stuff #i think environmentalism would matter to him since he was created long before the great equalizer when there was like. actually a view #have you guys ever looked at a tundra for real theyre so pretty. i think the colours would be funkier though #purples and blues along with the reds and oranges i think but id have to draw it tio be sure its not ugly #anyways. rivers would probably be interested in nature conservation especially since the ancients destroyed the world- #but the iterators construction obviously had a massive part in that so hed feel ownership #him and glass wouldve got along VERY well in this circumstance since that matters a lot to her (specifically animal conservation though) #but at the same time glass doesnt exist without rivers trauma right. she cant exist if flowers isnt in his life because he Literally built #her (glass) just to be mean to rivers #doomed for real #i....... want them to be friends in the walky au. my massive block is trying to think of some reason nights Needs to leave his can because #he wouldnt if not required. and glass just wouldnt leave him. in no circumstance would they willingly separate from eachothers company #theyd ALSO need to be really fast because the only opportunity nights would get to get out is when odyssey goes to him to help her build #the weapon she needs to kill dune. (odyssey has the gift. the twins dont know anyone else who does((other than phrases obvsly))) #this happens a considerable amount of time after phrases and rivers escape. they have like. a month's time on them #odysseys like “if you guys are for real about leaving do NOT go straight south. dont. dont. dont. youre like 2 feet tall you WILL die” #nights is like “DEAR GOD SERIAL KILLERS??????” and glass is like “wtf youre only like a foot taller than us” #anyways i think glass and rivers would get along and rivers has a positive arc here right and realizes hes wrong and hes glad he didnt. #kill the twins. yeah its good you didnt do that dude #i jsut really really think theyd get along if rivers had the chance to associate her with anything but flowers horrid treatment of him #because in the normal story all he sees when he sees her is flowers. and like flowers could the twins can tap into his work and see his #files and logs and such whenever they wanted. they didnt do this very often- glass really never looked at rivers work unless she was told t #but rivers was just made SO paranoid by flowers abuse that thinking of being watched makes him feel sick and horrible #and his whole thing is trying to find a way to feel less horrible right so thats (part of) why he decides to get rid of them #hm. if rivers wassnt traumatized hed like nature and creatures. anyways #oc posting #look to the tags for the oc posting

[evermorethecrow]

Insane lore for a coffee shop au . What's his usual coffee order. does he even drink coffee

He doesn't drink coffee.

He owns one so he can eat the emotions of all the miserable people who need it to function

#He only hires collage students with exams coming up #The shop is next to a huge office block #bsd #bungo stray dogs #i love him #bungou stray dogs #Evermore answers #Au asks #Oh and also it doubles as a bar for yokai spirits demons and anything else otherworldly at night #And the office building next to him is secretly an exorcist company #They have been meaning to exorcise chuuya #But the drinks he makes are too good #Coffee shop au #Demon au

[lemonchek228]

warden from minecraft, why not

#minecraft #minecraft art #minecraft aesthetic #minecraft au #warden minecraft #warden fanart #warden art #fanart #art #art work #artists on tumblr #minecraft bedrock #minecraft build #minecraft base #minecraft blocks #minecraft character #minecraft community #minecraft dungeons #minecraft drawing #minecraft evolution #minecraft evoker #minecraft fanart #minecraft fandom #minecraft fanfiction #minecraft java #minecraft headcanons #minecraft hardcore #minecraft gameplay #minecraft lore

[pine-needle-shuffle]

Riptide AU Notes

Notes part 2

2000 years ago, when the Cetra summoned Meteor to stop Jenova, Meteor essentially melted the ice cap where Icicle would have been. This leads to mass flooding, so most remaining land would be where the mountains and other high ground would have been in game. Most towns still exist, their placements just aren't 1 to 1.

Closer to present day, there's the ShinRa Naval Forces, an extension of the power company, who have major control over inter-island travel and trade. They are still highly militaristic, and make a habit of stamping out "competitors" i.e. anyone who wants to do anything out on the sea independent from ShinRa. This pisses a lot of people off, compounded by the impacts of the mako reactors, which spurs into the creation of RIPTIDE, this AU's version of AVALANCHE.

With growing unrest with ShinRa's "management" of the sea, ShinRa looks to other possibilities to maintain it's choke hold on the world, in this case, the sky. Not stopping with airships, they start messing with genetic engineering, resulting in the creation of Harpies. Genesis, Angeal and Sephiroth are the first successful* outcomes to the experiments, so the project moves forward.

*there were some issues(poor Gen), this would later lead to mass desertion. Kinda what happens when you mess with monster DNA

After the desertion, ShinRa starts getting impatient, because raising these soldiers for 14ish years before setting them out to sea just to have them leave is kind of expensive. So the science department starts looking into turning already existing soldiers into harpies. This change in direction just so happened to coincide with some rather unfortunate(but different!) happenings on the islands of Nibel, giving them 2 subjects seemingly no one will miss.

:)

#ffvii #riptide au #this is mostly the building blocks; theres still a lot left unsaid #also! Seph isn't the antagonist for once; he might be an obstacle at worst; possibly an ally in some circumstances #ive been think about this all week #very glad to get it out in writing #pine.log #long post #i...think?

[final-boy]

haissgisheishue sorry this is so random but I remember you made this fnaf au like a year ago in the summer I think?? And it was something along the lines of Michael going outside instead of Charlie and he gets killed by William and I think he possessed foxy I can’t find the actual art so I don’t know for sure BUT. Im curious to hear more about that au. Like give us the lore behind it WHAT HAPPENED (if that’s ok with you ofc)

Dead Mike AU!! Cuz i never gave it like an actual name lmfoaidnsakll ill be honest i never ended up developing it a BUNCH but basically what would have been like the first chapter or so if it were a fic wpuld be (with like the BIGGEST of help from @/peariandpine figuring half of it out with me lmfao :

- Party of 83 happens like canon, Mike is bullying his little brother and CCs head is crushed - this au would also be going off the idea of CC being the protag of fnaf4 so hed be in the hospital

- this causes a bigger rift between Michael and his dad ofc and i wanna say the fourth night is when the catalyst of it all happened

- Michael, after another fight with his dad refuses to go to the hospital alongside him after work , preferring to just go on his own later > Charlie gives him his jacket

- William leaves the hospital more annoyed and amgry than he was before because he had still expected Michael to come at some point anyway AND because thru his preexisting jealousy of Henry is angry at the man for trying to console him - he takes it as an insult esp since Henry has never lost a child and has two (sammys here btw lol) perfectly alive, healthy kids

- as hes going home, stewing in that anger and jealousy he sees who he thinks is Charlie walking alongside the road and begins to pull over already thinking of killing the girl only to be met with Michael

> he demands Michael get inside the car, Micheal refuses and William steps out to try and get him in - some nasty words are exchanged and William gets,,violent

- Michael panics and runs into the nearby woods , getring slowed down by the jacket snagging, eventually throwing it off to the side

- unfortunately, for him he hesitates upon coming across a river and that gives William more than enough time to catch up

- William, again just absolutely angry and hopped on adrenaline (and a lot of his own self hatred bubbling to the surface) starts taking his frustrations out on Michael - hes not thinking clearly at all and with Michael looking SO MUCH like him it really is not helping him out until...Michael goes silent after Williams dunked his head in the water

- Michaels not responding and now Williams starting to come back to reality and begins to panic, realizing exactly what hes just done - Charlies death, while it still would have been a very on the spot thing, would not have been as messily executed and , in Williams mind, would have had a purpose

- he then tries to convince himself that this is okay actually because michael killed his other son so really this was punishment.....only for CC to Live in this version

- Michael here would actually be taking a page from Andrews book and attach himself to Williams soul instead of any one specific animatronic - since Foxy has always been his favorite tho he does tend to mess eith it more when in Freddys and manifests himself throigh its image when messing with William

- this drives William ro try and get Michael back somehow, whichever way he possibly can to absolve himself of this, to put things back together again,,,

- this au would have also led to Charlie, Sammy, Liz, and to a smaller extent Evan, trying to find Michael after his "disappreance "

- this would also just be a huge more psychological horror on Williams end tbh 😭 i dont think ALL of the things happening and supernatural occurences would be because of Mike - Will is severely paranoid, hes not in the right state of mind at all, and i think hes kinda managed to create his own personal agony monster

For awhile i was considering having Mike possibly not have even possessed ANYTHING and would have left it as purely Williams own descent to madness

#sorry this is long and rambly bwmabdksga #not all the parts completely click since i didnt really go any further with it past mikes death sorry </3 #i have a habit of making au concepts and building the basic building blocks and fucking off lmfoahxlaua #fnaf au

[dunedragon]

What inspired you to make RUTH?

I had just finished BN1 and was entirely SHOOK by the plot twist. I love love love horror, transhumanism, and dark themes that explore the self so much. I asked about future games and was told they don't really explore it much beyond that.

So of course, the answer to that is -fanfiction- but at first glance I didn't find anything that quite had the flavor I was looking for, so I rolled up my sleeves and made what I wanted to read.

Since I was writing it myself, I knew I wanted something angsty. So from there, I started picking out pieces I needed from the canon I knew and winging the rest. I knew the games themes were about connection, so I wanted to play around with that too and make it a more focused conflict of the story.

All in all, I wanted to take this silly game I enjoyed, take a plot twist I loved, and push it.

#I will forever encourage people to write #Want an AU or fic? #write it #Go ham! Be nuts! #writing is good for the soul #it connects people #fanfiction is a beautiful collection of thoughts and emotions for a shared love #Every single drabble or unfinished trilogy is another building block in the great library of the fandom #never be scared to write #seeing people create and have fun means so much to me #ruth post

[fissions-chips]

Evil Tim AU where the horror doesn’t come from Tim being an unspeakably, brutally violent man (he has people for that), particularly towards Jon, but where the horror comes from how quietly and completely he manages to take over the man’s life by taking advantage of a bad situation.

Tim being less of a stereotypically abusive partner in favor of Jon looking up one day to find that every one of his allies has been ruthlessly killed, his penthouse no longer looks like it’s his, he no longer has any of his former power- and, try as he might, he can’t remember when things became this way.

#irrevocably intertwined but Bad. red strings of fate forming a spider’s web idk you get the picture #i know I have mentioned this exact kind of thing before forgive me but every so often I’m reminded of it and idk I love it. #insidious and cerebral Timmy where perhaps he’s not as initially threatening until the next thing you know he’s tricked you into some #- horrible trap like one of the old classic fairies. and Jon’s included in that! Jon being involved in horrible criminal acts he doesn’t #- even recognize as such until he’s standing outside a rival’s building on fire as Tim emerges after blocking the CEO’s door. #evil tim au #AU ramblings #and unlike the evil polycule one there is the real and genuine threat that all of this can turn on jon if he becomes too aware of it. so #- Jon is trapped between playing along for safety’s sake or trying to find some way to force Tim back out. throw some codependency between #- them in there for extra dramatics. idk lol but I’m thinking about it.

[scorchedcandy]

minecwaf

#i got the server i made with my friends to work again #yippee #so much hard work and many hours spent building have been saved #nerevoryn minecraft au cough who said that #first council in general #sotha sil does what i did and fucks off 20000 blocks away from spawn to build a kingdom by himself #minecraft #nonsense

[brick-a-doodle-do]

This one’s a long one! But holy shit am I excited for next chapter!!! Notes will be at the end :)

I didn’t read it over, don’t think I ever will /lh

Curiosity Killed The Cat (5)

_WC - 2.8k (LENGTH!!!)

_TW: Suicidal thoughts, panic, mention of death, swearing

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It’s been better. 

He hasn't had to go back in the jar for the past few days, however Wilbur is very cautious of Tommy near the potions and rarely leaves his side. It’s a bit inconvenient but seeing as he rushed the first part of his plan, he can be a bit more patient. He could just ask. 

That would probably leave him back in the prison, so no, he isn’t doing that just yet. 

Wilbur has been nice enough to use the ladders and bridges for Tommy’s benefit; he set them up around the house. Specifically the kitchen. 

A lot of the house has been rearranged in a way that it’s easy for him to walk around and interact with rooms other than the basement. The walk up onto he first floor was a struggle given the minuscule steps compared to the giant steps, but it still was worth it. 

As for Wilbur, he’s the same. They have conversations over dinner in the dining room rather than the basement, and they continue with the banter. Tommy isn’t exactly comfortable being snarky with a giant but it also gives him a sense of pride so he does it anyway. 

Tommy and Wilbur currently are in the kitchen. Wilbur’s trying his hand at cooking and Tommy is looking through cabinets in search of something. Something is what he found. A candy, larger than him, but still candy; something he hasn’t had in the last week. The wrapper wrinkled as he attempted to carry it to the open cabinet door where Wilbur could see. “Wil,” 

The man looked up at Tommy, who had situated his food to where he was leaning against it. “Do you want me to.. size it down?” 

Tommy was about to say yes, but he looked at the candy then back to Wilbur. On second thought, “No. Just.. just wondering if I could have it.” 

“You don’t have to keep asking, Tommy. You know that, right? This is your house as much as it is mine.” Tommy tensed, a frown growing in place of his grin. “This is not my home.” He said firmly. This is his prison. Not his home. The jar may have been his ‘cell,’ but even after you escape a cell you must get out of the prison building, which stupidly enough happens to bring him back to square one. Trust. 

“Why not?” Wilbur asked. Tommy huffed in amusement but paused, gazing at his uphased expression upon realizing Wilbur was being serious. “Oh, I don’t know. You kidnapped me, basically kept me as a pet in a jar for four days, and you still won’t let me out. Sorry if I can’t call this place home.” Tommy missed the look of guilt that Wilbur had on his face and instead morphed it in his mind to be a look of annoyance. 

Wilbur did not respond and continued messing about in the kitchen while trying to prepare food without burning it. Tommy looked down at it briefly, hoping not to seem too interested in it to avoid a casual conversation. While he probably shouldn’t get on the giant’s bad side, he still definitely doesn’t deserve to get treated nicely, verbally or physically.

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It was a boring day if he was being honest. Wilbur’s food was fine despite a faint bland taste, and he left pretty early on after giving him enough food for the day. He just went upstairs into what he assumed to be his bedroom and didn’t come out for a while. Perhaps he was redoing his plan once finding out Tommy wasn’t leaning into his fake kindness. Wilbur wasn’t playing the part too well, he could see annoyance and disgust below the slow and careful movements to make sure Tommy was ‘comfortable’ and ‘safe,’ or whatever the actual fuck he was doing. He was making a fool of himself acting so fake, that’s for sure. 

Tommy was using the smaller staircase Wilbur put in, slowly making his way down into the basement. He hadn’t gone down there much, as he knew Wilbur was down there quite often. His hand gripped the hand rail as he slowly descended, eyes kept on the potion table. He knew he should wait and ask Wilbur directly, yet it was so close and he was confident he wouldn’t be coming downstairs anytime soon. Then again he didn’t have a proper way up so that was a lost cause. Wilbur knows that Tommy wants out so he just so happened to not install any ladders in the basement to avoid him trying anything. 

He paused halfway down the staircase, wondering just why he started the long and annoying journey down the stairs to a room he didn’t even have easy access to if he wanted to climb or view things. Tommy stood there for a good few moments, fighting between going back up and continuing down. 

He turned around and headed back up the steps. Thank Prime he made his decision before he got too far down. 

Tommy listened for any sounds signifying Wilbur downstairs, but he was met with silence. Still unsure, he stepped onto the new floor, peering around the door before settling down. He was upstairs, probably fucking sleeping. He can’t tell the time; the windows are blocked. The only thing he can use is meals, unfortunately enough. 

“Tommy!” A loud voice from the kitchen sounded into the living room, startling Tommy so badly he had to grip onto the door to avoid stumbling over himself and onto the floor. His heart raced at the loud tone — one Wilbur never used. Tommy got right on finding his way to the kitchen after knowing any words he tried to speak wouldn’t be heard and it would result in just another yell. When he entered the kitchen, Where Wilbur stood at the stove again, the panic calmed down. He’s not upset with me. He said in his mind, repeating the affirmation what felt like a hundredfold before his mind and body seemed to get the message. 

Up the ladder Wilbur put up, and he had a proper view of the kitchen. The giant was cooking again, oddly enough. The sounds of sizzling caught his attention but Wilbur’s body blocked any view he could get of the thing on the stove, so he let it go after many different attempts at many different angles. 

“Hi, Wilbur.” He said, wondering if the argument they had a few hours prior still lingered in the area. Seemingly not, as Wilbur turned the heat down and turned to face him, another faint smile on his face. A sympathetic one was what he missed and he instead deemed it as one that was meant to intimidate him. 

It didn’t work, he knew Wilbur’s tricks by now. He’s a predictable man when you spend a week cooped up with him, four of those seven days in a jar. He couldn’t do anything but study his surroundings, Wilbur included. 

“I’m sorry you were alone all day,” Wilbur said, turning back around, turning the heat back up, and to cook. 

Well, if he’s being honest, while the words Wilbur spoke were supposed to be ‘nice,’ he was glad to have the man away for the day. And it’s nothing like he’s not used to by now, no matter what fake interaction Wilbur tries to make with Tommy, he always makes sure to decline impolitely and send him back upstairs. 

Awkward silence drew out when Wilbur opened a cabinet and picked a glass plate off the top of a very thin pile. The noises of the material it was made out of made the silence even more unbearable. Usually, back at his actual house, when he was living a normal life, he talked for hours on end if he wasn’t stopped, just rambling about whatever came to mind or even a specific topic. But, now, even as the urge to speak came to him and was threatening to go into action, he stayed quiet and soaked in the awkwardness as he couldn’t bear to start a casual conversation, or anything at all. 

Tommy watched subtly as Wilbur dished what he now learned was ground beef and fucking mashed potatoes, the weirdest ‘meal combination he’s seen in a while. While the food items aren’t necessarily odd by themselves, but usually there would be something like pasta included, but it’s pretty a shitty thing to have at dinner. 

The plate was set down on the kitchen island, a bit in front of Tommy, which was his cue to step back until he was near the edge of the counter, plenty away from Wilbur after he had sat down. He tried to look away from the sheer size of the man’s mouth as he took a bite, easily looking away after his heart twisted nervously. Tommy started walking, heading to the ladder so he could go do something else. 

“Tommy.” His name was called, and he tensed. Turning around, he found brown eyes studying him. “Uh.. hey.” Tommy laughed nervously, hand wrapping his wrist as he stood, seconds from freedom. “I’ve been thinking,” Wilbur said as he set his fork down and put his attention fully on Tommy. Oh gods, what’s to happen now?

“The exits, I’ve enchanted them. You could go to a normal size if you’d like. I think it would be easier to get around and I can tell you’re uncomfortable being.. small.” 

He wanted to laugh, to pull his hair at the fact that everything seemed to be working out. It seemed unreal, but as the offer lingered in the air, he smiled. “What, really?” He said, intrigued yet skeptical. “Yes, Tommy.” 

“I guess that would be good, wouldn’t it?” 

Wilbur nodded. 

Seemingly abandoning his food, he stood from the stool and eyed Tommy, clearly thinking something that Tommy wouldn’t agree to. “Could I bring you down to the basement, there’s nothing down there installed,” Wilbur said, Tommy tensing the third time this day. “Uhh…” He drew out the word, ultimately shrugging. He wanted to decline very badly, being in a giant’s hands was not something he wanted to do…but if Wilbur’s offer is true he should accept it while he can, even if it means a few frightening moments until they reach the potions. 

There is always the case that Wilbur is lying. 

Why would he lie? 

Why wouldn’t he lie?

“Yeah.” 

Well, no going back now.

Tommy could tell that Wilbur felt just as awkward as he did when picking him up with a gentleness he wasn’t expecting. He thought it would be just grabbing his tiny form until they got downstairs, but instead he was swept from his feet carefully, a hand behind him as support, like he’d done it before. It was still forced and he didn’t get the option to get used to it before they started walking, but it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. 

The feeling of being held wasn’t one he could get used to or comfortable in, as the feeling of skin all around him was a weird one, especially when he got a close look at the small intricate lines of Wilbur’s fingers, something he didn’t see often. It’s not like he sat in a fucking palm on the regular. Everything lately is a first for him. 

Down the stairs to the basement they went, Tommy’s heart twisting in hidden excitement at the opportunity of getting to a human size again. It flipped in nerve at the same time — Wilbur could by lying and he could just end up in the jar again. 

He shouldn’t think like that, no matter how realistic the idea was. 

They reached the desk and Tommy scrambled off the hand as soon as he got the chance, moving a bit away from Wilbur. His eyes went every which way as he tried to read the labels of each and every bottle that was on the desk’s corner. He saw growth but he didn’t see shrinkage. He prayed to Prime that it was behind something and he just couldn’t see it. 

Wilbur took the growth potion and a potion from behind tilted shrinkage. Tommy hid the smile very easily coming onto his face by biting his lip, but it barely worked and he could tell Wilbur knew he was up to something thanks to the very obvious side-glance at him. 

He looked away when he saw Tommy noticed. 

Wilbur popped the cork lid off of the shrinkage potion, pouring a small amount onto the growth one. The lid returned and within a few blinks, the growth potion was a size he could hold. Interesting. Tommy looked to Wilbur, who in return pushed the potion over to him with a finger. “You might want to go on the ground. Uh, can I?” Tommy knew what that implied and he hesitantly nodded after reaching down to get the brew. 

Wilbur held him less gently, just grabbing the collar of his shirt like some fucking cat until he reached the ground. It didn’t hurt but it wasn’t better than being properly held. “..Do I drink it?”

Wilbur nodded again. Tommy knew it was probably poison, but then again he’d be down for that too. He doesn’t really want to carry on with life if he’s going to be stuck here, small, for the rest of his damn life. 

So, he took the lid off and took a small sip, then another proper one after he found the taste of it wasn’t anything like he expected. Although one thing he did expect to happen, happened — the weird numbness in his body returned and he fell to the floor, a dark void taking over as he inevitably passed out.

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When he woke up, he found that his eyes weren’t fucked up like they were on his first day. Instead, he noticed something different. It wasn’t the slight buzzing in his body and it definitely wasn’t the chilling air in the room. It was how everything looked when he would wake up in his bed at his real home. 

When he was a-

Oh. 

Tommy shot up, a fresh wave of needles spreading through his body. His quickly-beating heart and running thoughts were too busy to even notice the pain and instead just took in everything. He patted the area around him, his clothes, the floor, hell, even his face. 

Wilbur didn’t lie, miraculously. He’s actually normal again. Phase-whatever-the-hell-he’s-on can commence and he can finally get out. He’s leaving. 

“How do you feel?” Wilbur spoke up from behind him, startling a jump out of him. He looked back, shifting to a stance instantly. Wilbur, even when he wasn’t a giant, is tall as hell. It’s still intimidating in a way but not nearly as much as it was when he easily had over fifty feet on him.

“Fine. You actually went through with it,” He huffed. 

“Did you think I was lying, Tommy?” The words he spoke were dull and still managed to slightly scare him. It wasn’t necessarily a rude tone, it was just ominous, in a way. “Well, you look like the fella to do that.” Tommy looked back at the potion table briefly, not wasting a moment to look back at Wilbur before he drew suspicion to himself. 

From what he saw, everything was where it was. So, if he moved quickly enough, he could grab it, take the cork out, and hit him with the potion. 

Wilbur enchanted the doors. 

Did he really do that, though?

Wilbur isn’t that stupid, he wouldn’t let Tommy just walk out. 

He can figure it out when he has the upper hand, that’s for sure. Even if it takes a bit, it’s time he is actually willing to waste. Tommy repeats the actions he’s inching to do in his mind as the duo stare at each other. They both looked like they wanted to say something, but they stayed silent. 

That’s when Tommy did the thing. 

He sighed heavily, preparing himself for a count of three seconds before reaching back quickly, hands shaking as he fumbled with the cork lid. Wilbur instantly knew what was happening and backed up, much too far from the steps to consider running. “Tommy, hey-”

Too late. Whatever Wilbur had to say was cut off, for he had gotten the top off and splashed Wilbur with the shrinkage potion. There was no yelling and no rough actions, only Wilbur collapsing to the fall just as he had however long ago it was. The sight was a thrill to see. The shakiness left his body as he let out a laugh of relief, setting the potion aside as he took time to wrap his head around who just a bit ago the roles were their old selves, but now, after he performed his plan perfectly, they were swapped. Tommy had the power. He had the time to do whatever he pleased. 

He could actually get back to living soon, in a matter of hours he hoped. 

It really did all work out, huh?

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HA! You fools, you doubted Tommy, apologize to the boy >:( /j /lh

Well, I think the last chapter will be good!! It’s honestly so exciting to write the ending that everyone’s been wanting,,,, you guys finally get to know what Wil’s intentions are!! :DD shdjfjfn

Hope you enjoyed, I tried to make it longer than usual maybe it’s a bit too long, but hey, it makes up for the last chapter

chapter six

#curiosity killed the cat #something’s brewing au #g/t #dream smp g/t #mcyt g/t #brickfic #mw #t!tommy #g!wilbur #AAAAAAA it’s here!! i’ve been working on this all day #i had terrible writers block for it for a bit but somehow it all got cleared up #two writing things in one day asw?? 👀 #chapter 6 will probably be shorter #kinda like stranger things #season four was building up to season five (and 12+ hours) while season five will be about 10 hours #jasmfnfndnnsmdnfm