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Envy (AU Homelander Meets Depowered Homelander x OC)
18+ | 3.9k. Kidnapping, stalking, domestic fluff, two Homelanders, depowered Homelander, Homelander on Homelander violence, smut if you squint, Benlander | Fic Directory
“I will look for you in every lifetime and love you there.”
In another universe, he has everything he could ever want. Yet, there is always something missing. Something he's always wanted.
Inspired by this. Special thank you to @reactornumber04 for pitching it as a Benlander idea, and to whoever is behind that darling anon for sending @blindmagdalena such an awesome concept <3
The world is his throne.
An amalgamation of blood and ash, built atop a mountain of bones of the unworthy.
He is more than a king. He is a god.
He is god.
So why does he feel so goddamn alone?
Why do the hundreds who throw themselves at his feet, begging him to use them to his heart’s content, do nothing to alleviate his pain? Shouldn’t the void be filled?
Shouldn’t the ache have subsided long ago?
He basks in their love, but it isn’t the love he needs. In fact, it only makes him ache more. It reminds him how empty he really is. Reminds him of what he’ll never truly have. Reminds him of each time it ever slipped through his fingers.
He lingers above the clouds to hide his tears. Lets the sun’s warmth wash over him, eyes shut as he lets go. His mind wanders beyond the bounds of his norm. Somehow there is tranquility here despite what goes on below. Despite all that he’s done.
He could get lost up here. Forget everything and everyone and just…
Be.
He lets himself fall.
Further and further…
He feels strange, but he lets it pass.
Further…
The sounds of the world warp, but he can’t find it in himself to care.
Further…
When he opens his eyes in preparation to halt himself, he’s… somewhere else. The air doesn’t stink of decay. The skyline of the city is intact. The occasional body floating down the Hudson isn’t there. Vought Tower peeks proudly through the jungle of skyscrapers, and he’s disoriented.
His head pounds as he takes in the sounds. The honking of horns, the hum of machinery and the roar of the subway. All the things he’d done away with in his world flood back into his senses. When the overstimulation fades enough to focus, he finds himself drawn in another direction entirely. It’s as if something calls out for him and only him. It grasps him with an overpowering familiarity around his body and pulls.
He doesn’t even notice the mix of confusion and elation in the faces below.
Homelander floats leisurely, letting the feeling guide him until he’s on the roof of a little home in Queens. The last specks of gold cast from the setting sun graces him as he peers inside. He scans the boxes in the attic first. Each one seems to hold nothing of importance. Old clothes, worthless keepsakes, photo albums, and then…
One catches his eye. Inside rests… his suit?
Homelander blinks in confusion. He’s certainly never gifted one, so how..?
Unless it was a copy, in which case it would be a very good knockoff.
He shakes his head and continues observing, peering through to the next floor. The scent of citrus touches his nose as he scans over the bathroom. Clean and well kept, aside from the chaos of products on the sink countertop. Water droplets coat the inside of the shower.
He moves onto a spare room. Its only purpose seems to be serving as a staging ground for tech work and a few hobbies.
The sight in the next room makes him stop breathing.
There, on the bed, lies a man reading a book. One hand adjusts his glasses. A mop of unruly brown hair rests on his arm, and he can hear the soft snores. Normally, he wouldn’t give a single fuck about something so mundane if not for the fact the man in that bed looked exactly fucking like him.
Some things were different. The knockoff’s hair was fully brown, and certainly wasn’t being kept after the same way his own was. His eyes were an identical blue, but why were they so… soft? Scruff covered his jaw and neck, and there was a tiny, pink scar at his cheekbone, but it was undeniable that this man looked exactly fucking like him, even with other subtle differences.
Homelander watches with wide, focused eyes. Stares at this alternate version of himself in disbelief and fascination.
“Mm,” he hears the other person mumble. “Time is it?”
"It’s uh…” his alternate self speaks. Homelander’s lips part. “About eight.”
They have the same voice.
He looks through the layers of blankets and clothing to check the man’s left hip. He’s stunned at the sight of a birthmark identical to his own.
It’s unmistakable.
The too-real suit. The resemblance. The mark…
That’s him.
But why the fuck is he…
Homelander watches that mop of brown hair finally lift to reveal a young man with the most striking brown eyes he’s ever seen. Something in his gut drops when he sees how the boy looks at this strange version of himself. There’s such warmth, such gentleness in his eyes. He finds that ache renewing in his chest when the pair kiss.
Homelander has had many people try to give him such a look, but their anatomy always betrayed them. Their cortisone was too high, or they would reek of fear. Their hearts would race and their brains would stink of deception.
But not this one…
Whoever this was, he looked at this version of himself with an affection that rang true through his entire body. Heart beat just right, not a waft of fear. Even his other self was reciprocating genuinely.
What the hell is this?
He watches the younger man grumble something about ‘it being time,’ and attempt to roll out of bed before he’s snagged by the arm.
“Absolutely not,” chides his other self. “You’ve been running around since before the sun came up. An hour is not enough sleep.”
“But I gotta–”
“Benjamin.”
So that was his name.
“Two hours,” the boy says before shooting a web and yanking a red, white, and blue suit off the corner of the floor. Interesting power… “I’ll bring home dinner?”
“We already ate.”
“Oh,” Ben chuckles. “Right...”
Homelander watches him take the suit from Benjamin’s hands and toss it to the end of the bed.
“C’mere,” he lifts his arm, offering himself as a pillow. The boy returned to his embrace eagerly. “You gotta make time for yourself, babe. Sleepyheads don’t make for good heroes.”
Homelander spent days watching the pair. He found a way into the attic and lingered there when he wasn’t following the bug around the city. He decided that the web-head was insufferable. Noble to a fault, altruistic, kind, and painfully lenient on even the worst of the criminals he apprehended. Worse than that, he was the leader of The Seven. The completely reformed Seven, at that.
And the way he treated him– or, well, his other self…
He wanted him.
He wanted what they had. Every fucking minute of seeing them together, seeing their love, was a torture in and of itself.
This is what he needs.
Watching them make their stupid little grocery trip before cooking their stupid little dinner. Seeing himself cut and saute vegetables, actively assisting in the process…
Guess this version of himself was only good for domestic work, given he was without his powers.
This, above all else, disgusted him. Benjamin deserves a partner who can keep up with him, if not exceed his limitations. He deserves someone who can make things fun. Throw him around a little, fly him above the clouds and take him anywhere. But, instead, the bug settled on sticking around with this useless excuse of a man.
Why?
Why does he smile at him? Dance with him in the kitchen to no sounds beside the sizzles from the stove? Why does he let this pathetic nobody dip him back and kiss him?
How is it that he’s not faking a single ounce of pleasure when this human ruts into him?
”J-Johnny!”
The sound sends a jolt straight to his cock every time, and he touches himself as he watches, despite his ire.
Why does Benjamin look up at that disgusting, scar covered, sweaty fool and proclaim his love? Kiss his forehead and tell him that finishing early didn’t disappoint him? What makes it so fun to share a bubble bath with him and scoop suds atop his head?
And why the fuck does his alternate self love it so goddamn much?
Homelander, for as much as it confused him, wanted so badly for all of this to be his. They could be happy together, too, right? All he would have to do is dispose of this lesser man, and he could swoop in and show Benjamin just how perfect their lives could be.
By the third week, he snaps.
He nabs his sniveling, weak self out of the kitchen with ease. His mirror image was too stunned at the sight of him to even speak.
“What’s wrong, ‘Johnny?’” He snarls as they whip through the air. “Forget how to fly?”
He drops him a few times for good measure, really solidifying the fear that he’s at the mercy of, well… himself.
Somehow, he can’t bring himself to kill the loser. Homelander tells himself it’s for insurance in case Ben catches on, but even he knows that’s not quite true. He monologues endlessly about how interesting this world is. Tells the tale of how he brought his Earth to its knees in under three days’ time, slaughtering world leaders and eviscerating military ordinance left and right. He and his loyal fans– followers, now, took care of the unworthy. By bathing in blood, he cast a new light across the whole world. It was meant to be paradise, except for that one tiny little detail.
That thing he was missing.
“So, I’ll be borrowing your little bug boy.” He explains with a grin, staring down at his tied up self. “Sure you won’t mind, right? You gotta know this isn’t the life he deserves.”
He can see that jab hit home. Sees his body shake with anger and fear, hears the chain and shackle keeping him in place rattle just the tiniest bit.
“What kinda fuckin’ pussy do you gotta be to lose your powers, anyway? You were bigger than god himself and you just, what? Pissed it all away?”
His other self clenches his eyes shut and bites down on the gag.
“Ah, well…” Homelander grins, quirking his brow. “Hey, whaddaya think’s for dinner tonight, anyway? I bet I can get him to make steak… And, heh, when we finish up, I could probably show him an even bigger piece of meat. If you know what I’m sayin’,”
He leaves after a few more taunts, eagerly barreling back to that quaint little home before Benjamin can return. His suit gets stashed under the bed, and on goes some of his other self’s clothing. He hates to admit that they’re comfortable.
The only thing preventing him from looking totally the part was his hair, but that is quickly explained by a trip to a stylist once Ben arrives home. Finally saying he wants to take care of himself properly. Look nice and handsome again.
He greets the bug with a kiss that no amount of restraint can disguise as anything but starved.
“Woah, there, tiger.” Ben giggles, thumbing at his right cheekbone. Homelander spots a flicker of curiosity. “What’s got into you?”
“Same thing that wants to get into you,” he remarks with a smirk. Ben’s laughter is warmth in his very soul, even if the bug told him he’d rather wait till later in the night.
He could do that.
He could wait.
He bullshits his way perfectly through their banter. After so long observing, he knows just how to play the part. Expert actor that he is, he even makes sure to nibble on his lower lip just like his alternate self does when he’s thinking to himself.
It’s perfect.
The way they curl up on the couch together, the way Benjamin runs a hand through his hair. He can tell the bug doesn’t suspect a thing. Heart beat is in check, adrenaline isn’t spiked, and there’s not a lick of fear emanating from that cute little body of his. He’s in heaven.
That void in his chest feels full, and he has the last piece of the puzzle.
Everything’s perfect… until Ben tries to leave.
“I gotta go out tonight, pumpkin.” The web-head explains. He’s already dressed in that silly spandex suit of his. “Personal responsibility aside, it is part of my contract to keep Vought off your ass, y’know.”
He rolls his eyes, and grabs Ben’s arm.
“I said, no!”
It all went so smoothly until this. Why did he have to ruin everything? Why couldn’t he just fucking stay here?
Homelander grips Ben’s arm, and he sees the moment when the illusion fades.
Too hard.
Too strong for a human.
Ben looks at him for a moment with narrowed eyes.
Homelander stays completely still, hoping that not reacting at all will dispel the realization and everything could go back to normal. He should force him to sit the fuck down and snuggle. Have him run those fingers through his hair some more, spread his legs later and be the perfect partner Homelander knows he can be.
But it’s too late.
Those hands land on either side of his upper arms and he’s being walked to sit on the bed. Benjamin takes a seat beside him and takes him by the hand.
“Man, I’m not even going to pretend this isn’t totally crazy, but…” The bug strokes the back of his hand as he speaks. “How did you get here?”
His eyes flicker red for a moment, ready to blow clean through his head and end his failure before it can get even worse. But, it is precisely this action which earns him a soft smile and a kiss to his knuckles. The crimson heat withers away almost instantly.
“M’not gonna hurt you. I promise.” Ben tells him. Admittedly, he caught on to the difference fairly fast. His sixth sense, combined with the fact Homelander was missing the scar on his cheek were the dead giveaways. Benjamin had to keep himself in check until he was absolutely sure, and, even then, he had to wait for the right moment to slip out and search for John. “I just have questions, y’know?”
Some way, somehow, those gentle eyes pulled every word from him with ease. Even as he tells his tale of conquest, he finds more understanding than horror looking back at him. Seemingly against his will, he devolves into a tirade about how fucking alone he really is. How miserable and sad his life is, despite having everything.
“But then I saw you two, and I…”
Benjamin nods, chin resting atop Homelander’s head. His heart hurts for him, despite the disgust at his deeds. He wonders if this would’ve been Johnny’s fate had things not gone the way they did. If, perhaps, he never did join The Seven. If his love never lost his powers. The immaturity and fury in this man rages hotter than it ever did in Johnny– even back when he was still Homelander.
He lets this one weep. Encourages it, even. Shushes him and weathers the ache of his impossibly strong grip. He wonders if Homelander has ever been allowed to let go. If anyone's ever held him together. Ever wanted to.
“All I’ve ever wanted was to be loved…” Homelander sniffles.
By the time he settles down, Benjamin has missed his window to go out on his patrol. He hums while Homelander catches his breath. One hand strokes up and down his back while the other thumbs at his cheek.
“You’ll find your way, pumpkin.” Ben tells him. “Life makes us wait, and it especially makes us work. Johnny and I took a lot of both, especially work, but it turned out in the end.”
Homelander scowls, but no burning fury rises to his tongue.
“Even though I’m pretty sure our worlds are super different, I think you’ll find your person.”
It’s the kindest rejection he’s ever faced in his entire life. They sat there for a time, allowing a sense of calm to return. He could’ve almost forgotten everything that happened.
“Hate to break the moment, but uhm… I do kinda need my husband back, y’know?”
Homelander scoffs, but stands regardless. He pulls his suit out from under the bed and begins undressing. To his surprise, Ben helps him zip back into it and figure out the cape clasps.
As they flew to the dock warehouse, Ben giggled about the nostalgia of flying.
It was cute.
The mess they’d found his other half in was, however, quite the opposite. Heaving breaths and sputtered cries shook him, and his vitals indicated a full blown panic attack. It’s laughable. He’d only been there for a few hours, what–
“Oh, baby…” Ben coos, kneeling beside him to untie the gag and release his wrists from their binds. “Shh… S’okay now. Look at me.”
John’s hands moved to protect his face as soon as they were free, and Homelander watched with curiosity as Ben walked his other self through various methods of grounding. In a way, he almost felt… wrong for having done it. A disgusting, foreign feeling, and he wasn’t quite sure why he felt it. He certainly felt nothing of the sort massacring half of his Earth.
“I’m not there,” John gasps, a chill creeping through his body as the adrenaline and fear began to subside. “Not there, not there, not there…”
“That’s right, pumpkin.” Ben affirms. “You’re with me. You know that means you’re safe, right?”
John nodded vigorously, sitting up to embrace Benjamin, burying his face in the bug's neck.
He's so fucking pathetic, but…
God, Homelander wishes someone would hold him like that. Maybe if someone would've wiped his snotty little face, kissed his brow, loved him enough…
He shakes his head to rid himself of the thoughts.
He’s met with a piercing stare from his other self. It’s almost laughable. Like a house cat threatening a lion.
Homelander watches the pair stand. Sees how Benjamin frets over possible injuries, pats him down despite all the reassurances there were none. It’s endearing, almost.
He trails after the pair as Ben swings them home. Watches how his other self relaxes his hold around Benjamin’s neck, completely and utterly trusting that he won’t get dropped for the umpteenth time in one day. He can tell that the nighttime air chills him, and he can hear Ben apologize and promise a hot bath.
Something in him feels wrong when they arrive back at the house.
Benjamin invites him in, but something isn’t right.
He isn’t right.
His body tingles and his head feels like it’s floating away from his body. He pretends to feel fine as they all take a seat in the living room to discuss everything.
He stifles a breathy laugh at the way his counterpart sits away from him. Yet, somehow, there’s an ounce of guilt.
Ben explains the fine details to John, but he doesn’t excuse the behavior. Makes sure to motion to Homelander when he tells John just how sorry his superpowered self was for such an act.
Homelander grumbles out his apology– yet another thing he’s never done before now. At least, not with any real sincerity. But the look in Ben’s eyes makes him want to mean it. So he says it again.
This time, he gives it meaning.
“I’m sorry for what I did to you.” His throat burns with each word. “For hurting you and trying to take him away from you.”
The tingling feeling returns tenfold.
Something must be happening, because the other two look at him with wide eyes. A glance down at his hands, and he appears to be dematerializing.
“W-What the fuck?” He stands abruptly, swatting at his body as flakes of light float from him. He rubs his arms, wrings his hands, he panics. “What’s happening to me?!”
Arms wrapping around his body startle him. Tears well up in his eyes when he realizes it’s not only Benjamin, but his other self as well.
“Think you’re goin’ home, pumpkin. You got this.” Ben murmurs against his neck.
The ache settles into his heart once more, but it feels different this time. He’s going to lose this.
“I don’t wanna go…” He sniffles, staring down at that head of unruly brown hair. “I– I wanna stay!” It’s warm here. Even when it’s hard to find, there’s still a degree of peace. And Ben– Ben’s so nice to him.
“I wanna stay!” He repeats desperately. “Don’t make me go…”
Hands rest at his face to make him focus.
“Look at me,” his other self says. “You’ll find what you need. Just gotta let it come to you.”
He shakes his head.
“Time and work, Homelander.” Ben reminds him. “I believe in you.”
Just as the tingling feeling becomes a full body vibration, his other self redirects his gaze. Blue meets blue, and he feels Ben hug him tighter.
“I forgive you.”
The feeling explodes, and he feels his body fade in and out of nothingness. He’s unsure what’s left of him, but he imagines some of those glowing particles still linger. Maybe Benjamin will miss him..?
He aches in the void. Sobs and screams, pulls at his hair.
He’s a wreck for an endless amount of time, floating through nothing until he blinks and he’s somehow back.
Back in the halls of Vought Tower, repurposed to serve as his worldly throne. Homelander meanders aimlessly. His followers salute him as he passes by, but his gaze remains fixed on the ground.
Why does everything look so gray?
Everything’s so… quiet.
Why is it so cold here?
He floats up flights of stairs to avoid people. Makes his way to the conference room with an idle mind.
Something just told him that’s where he should go.
He watches the city from his glass palace. The skyline doesn’t fill him with a sense of power as it once did. The crumbling decay only serves to remind him of how dismal it all really is here.
He stares. Contemplates. Loses himself for perhaps an hour or so.
He even ignores the sound of timid footsteps approaching him.
“Mister Homelander, sir?” asks a familiar voice.
Couldn’t be…
Their heart beats like a jackhammer, and their adrenaline is sky high. They smell so familiar, even covered in the stink of this world.
He turns around, stunned.
“I uhm… Sorry, sir,” outstretched is a hand to shake his. A spinneret rests at the base of his wrist. Soft brown eyes dart back and forth between meeting his gaze and looking away.
He’s nervous, but… he’s not afraid.
“I’m your new uhm…” The boy trailed off, chuckling nervously. “My name’s Benjamin– er, Ben is fine, too. Your choice, of course. I guess I’m your new whatever-you-want-me-to-be. T-They didn’t really specify, y’know?”
Homelander’s eyes soften, and he fights the bite of tears.
Time and work.
“I’m so happy to finally meet you, Benjamin.” He smiles down at the boy fondly. “Welcome home.”
note: this may become its own series depending on how badly it gives me brain worms
#homelander#homelander x oc#depowered homelander#homelander au#the boys au#homelander fanfiction#homelander smut#antony starr#the benlander agenda#benlander being the standard across multiple universes is hehehe so good#au convergence
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Convergence
Captain John 'Soap' MacTavish x Fem Reader x Sgt Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish
Another one for @glitterypirateduck SoapItUp Challenge
This was inspired by @shotmrmiller Alternate Ghost AU. Don't know how, but it did. And I thank you dearly for it.
Synopsis: The last place you expect to be thrusted into a time warp is at the grocery store.
WC 783
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Just imagine going about your daily routine at the grocery store.
Nothing out of the ordinary. Casually making small talk with the attendants as you scrutinize the flesh of a large green pepper.
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"You doing the stuffed peppers again?" You smiled at his familiar voice, placing the chosen produce into the plastic bag.
"Yeah. Tried and true. Going easy this weekend," you remark with a friendly glint in your eye.
"Gonna add some jalapeños to the mix. Feeling a bit spicy these last few days."
"Nice touch. Just watch those seeds," he added. Leaning over the enclosure, lining up the peppers in color coded order. "They'll sting like hell if you wipe your eyes after cutting them."
"First hand experience?"
"Many."
Your chest jumped slightly with a huff at his honest admission. Extending your hand to grab a a few similarly sized packed greens.
You noticed the slight shift in air as you placed the bag into your cart. A silent hum in the back of your ear. The sudden sensation of a presence beside you, causing you to jolt and spin your head on a swivel.
"S'cuse me, love," the man says. Voice smooth, low. Wrapped like twine in a thick Scottish brogue. "Tryin' ta get tha pepper."
"Oh. I'm so sorry." You step back, hands on your chest with a furthering apology on your lips. Yet all movement and speech seem to halt as you meet the icy blue of his gaze.
"No need for apologies," he affirms with a casual smile. "Peppers are n'popular demand, yeah?"
You nod. Barely.
A whispered 'yeah' escaping your lips. The world turning into a blur as you lose yourself in the pull of his eyes.
You felt like a spring fawn. Every nerve tingling, every sense in overdrive. The hum in the back of your ears growing more strident. Pulsing. Flowing to meet a cadence that synchronized with the fluttering beat of your heart.
"Y'alright, love?" He asked. Low timbre vibrating within the shell of your ears. "Ya seem a bit shaken. Dinnae mean ta make ya nervous."
"No no no," you gasped, words rolling off your tongue like rolling rocks. "Just caught off guard. Surprised, y'know?"
"Aye. Ya sure? Ya tremblin a bit."
"I'm fine. Thank you. Enjoy your pepper."
Spinning on your heels, you jolt your cart forward. Leaving the enigmatic man with his chosen peppers to free your mind from within his trance like grip.
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'What the fuck?' You mouth, inspecting a carton of milk like a scientist with a microscope. "Enjoy your pepper. What kind of dumbass says that?" You mutter under your breath, scolding yourself for your lack of composure while making your way to the snack aisle.
You hadn't planned on getting anything too unhealthy, but that sudden interaction changed your cravings to something more savory. Needing a bite to rid the taste of stupidity from your tongue.
You stood like an overwhelmed peasant in the aisle. Eyes scanning over the vast array of brightly colored bags and designs. Trying to focus on one that caught your attention, yet none seemed to pull at you. Ensnare you.
Nothing like the pull of his gaze.
A sudden perk of interest to a bag at eye level brought you back. And just as your fingers wrapped around the crinkling bag, that distant hum returned. Reverberating in the base of your earsdrums and slowly trickled down to the base of your spine.
"Nice, lass. Thems always a good choice," the voice called, forcing you to spin in shock from being pulled out of yet another daze.
"Jesus Christ!"
"Uh, not quite," he replied. A confident snark in his voice, dripping with an accent that was all too familiar yet more distinctive to a younger man.
The hum began to bellow deeply within your ears. What was once a distant buzz now echoed in the crevices, defeaning all sounds of the aisle, the store. Encapsulating you within its vibrations as your eyes moved ever so slowly to meet his.
You froze. Again. Second time in less than twenty minutes.
Bright cerulean orbs staring with a vigor and lust for life unlike any you had ever seen.
Similar to the icy blues earlier, yet wholly different. Lacking the poise and wisdom of a lifetime of trial and error. Yet, still held a strong grip of determination and control within the fibers of his irises.
"Y'alright, lass?" He asked. The silent rumble in his throat shifted the air, letting it heave down onto your soul until you were unable to move. Unable to think.
All you could was feel.
And you felt like a lamb at dawn on the eve of the spring slaughter.
Yeah. So, this happened....🤷♀️
Captain MacTavish Masterlist
#convergence#soap squad™️#convergence au#the brainrot of Captain MacTavish#johnny soap mactavish#john soap mactavish#soap mactavish#john mactavish#cod au#call of duty au#cod fanfic#call of duty#cod
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wang baoxiang's kitchen, an extended universe. part 1: morning alone, part 2: "brother I'm getting a divorce", part 3: ah shit, how does soup even work, part 4: the kiss
get more of the kitchen and part 3 specifically here! ✨🥣🐀✨
#the radiant emperor#she who became the sun#he who drowned the world#wang baoxiang#ayushiridara#esen temur#baob3i#my art#true love is stored in the soup#or rather in the kitchen in total. in a space as the heart of a home. where community converges#this au? also actual soup. many ingredients. made in communal space. one washes one chops one stirs hello we cooking#t err i ble joke pardon me
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CE X Endadver X DH X Blaze of Glory:
Burnin’ also just so happened to turn into a dragon at the same time that Endeavor’s kids were turning into dragons, but that doesn’t mean anything. After all, there was also this one green-haired kid in Mustafu who turned into a dragon at the exact same ti- aaaand he’s also Enji’s son.
What a weird coincidence.
Very strange coincidence
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got Can’t Stop Drawing This Guy Disease
#eugene finch#drawtectives#the first one is my drawtectives gris au#which is funny because 1) it doesn’t make sense and 2) the Venn diagram of gris fans and drawtectives fans converges on ONLY me#anyway I love this guy. five stars.
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wtf are they sharing Lime Green for. convergent evolution
HEHEHEHEHEHE YEAH YEAH THATS REALLY FUNNY. they actually look so similar they have similar face shapes and eyes and their antennae function the same way too
whimsys just bigger than phrases skjgjkdsg
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Killer's/Horror's Species (Homo Venator Carcharodon // Human Hunter Shark)
Upper Half: cartilage and muscle, mostly
Mouth: large mouth full of very sharp teeth (lined in red for easy viewing)
Caudal (Tail) Fin: vertical
Top Fins: dorsal fins (2)
Side Fins: pectoral fins (4)
Bottom Fin: anal fin (1)
Variation 1: stops growing once an adult
Variation 2: continues growing once an adult
Both: grow from birth like sharks
Both: ages only slightly faster than humans
Diet: evolved to primarily eat humans (can digest other things)
Extra Notes: no swim bladders, no gills
Dust/Cross's Species (Tristis Apparentia Anguilliformes // Sad-Looking Eel)
everything is covered in mucus
Below Upper Body: stomach
dorsal fin (1)
anal fin (1)
Hair: oddly shaped fin (mimics hair)
Mouth: eel teefers
Face and Hands: fine motor controls
Face: every facial expressions is purposeful/voluntary except for the pupil direction
Eyes: rolled back eyes are the default
False Thumbs: dewclaws, not thumbs
Hunting: grab food and shove into mouth
Woman 1: it- it looks human??
Woman 2: WHY DO YOU HAVE A FACE, SIR? CEASE
Eel: <- mermaid ancestor
Evolution: eels split into anti-social and humanoid due to humans
Main/Stereotypical/Common Mermaid (Homo Venator Bivalvia // Human Hunter Clam)
a beautiful, conventionally attractive HOLY SHIT
Stem of Lure: grabs shit
Body: clam creature
Body: clam with teeth
after hatching
maturity (will never stop growing)
Lure: <- stagnant face, but eyes latch onto movement (if the clam is big enough it'll eat the whole ship)
live pirate reaction
Pirate 2: TELL HER TO GO AWAY
Pirate 1: FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME I'M NOT A MERM-
Killer: HOW ARE YOU EATING THROUGH YOUR UPPER MOUTH THAT IS ILLEGAL
#mermaid au#blood#animal death#swearing#yelling#caps#eye contact#body horror#kind of#unfortunately despite the many benefits i'm not a marine biologist sorry for inaccuracies in stuff#convergent evolution is so interesting love applying it to mermaid evolution#I ACCIDENTALLY TYPED 'CARTILAGE AND FUR' EARLIER. WHY#queue
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guys, i have been so insane about convergent evolution lately. (my ‘Lanyon takes Henry’s theory of duality a bit too seriously….’ tgs au)
wild. foaming at the mouth.
They meet! But they don’t know it’s each other! They fuck, and don’t know it’s each other!!! A relationship forms slowly... but they’re still torn over the person they loved, and continue to love so deeply. (They don’t know!!!!!)
Imagine this;
Hyde sees an oddly familiar, but incredibly handsome man. (He’s so damn familiar, for some strange reason, but they can’t remember where they saw him from…)
He glosses over that profound familiarity and goes over to proposition him.
(They’ve seen so many people in both bodies. Rich and poor. It’d be unusual if they didn’t recognize at least one someone in a room…)
Lanyon is trying to drown out thoughts of Jekyll in his other body. Hopefully while drunk, and roughly fucking his thoughts away.
The face of the man in front of them is familiar to him, yes, despite never meeting them before... (How unusual, for a person who is unique in appearance.)
To sate his curiosity, he lets the man flirt with him. Lets him drape himself over him, rest a hand suggestively on his thigh, and whisper in his ear.
Lanyon sees hints of Jekyll in that man. The Scottish accent [dulled by years in London, but still prevalent], and the fiery passion in his eyes.
Other smaller things. The way he sat down, leg crossed over leg. Something about his smile. The way he tilted his head…
That unshakeable confidence in his posture, even as he begged Lanyon to do filthy things to him.
(The features that were different, such as sharp claws and teeth, an insane glint to their eyes, and a high and raspy, almost shrieking voice, more of an exciting draw, then a downfall.)
Why not? He seemed so eager anyway…
It’d just be a one night stand. They’d never see each other again.
He’d never be faced with that man who was oh so much like Henry ever again.
So why the hell not?
…
[…They saw each other again, and again.]
They both bump into each other at the bar again. Stare at each other awkwardly, before drawing closer and closer, towards each other... (It’s still two strangers fucking. Nothing else. Nothing more, they assure themselves…)
Both happen to visit Blackfog on the same day. Happen to visit the same stall. A conversation is struck up and they rant about chemicals and alchemy (A relatively new interest of Lanyon’s, developed entirely by his interest in developing the potion, and a longstanding obsession of Jekyll’s), before ducking into an empty alleyway…
Time and time again, they find each other. Spend time with each other.
They become fast friends. They enjoyed each others company, the easy, effortless friendship, with a familiar dynamic that they slot into. (…Almost as if they had already known each other.)
And so, eventually they both begin to deliberately seek each other out.
Regular meetings at the bar, same table every single time.
Hyde shows him how to scale a building. Which foot-holes are too small, how to angle his foot, and which windowsills would support weight.
Snarky, and witty jokes, and friendly conversations are exchanged. (And for Hyde’s part, crude jokes, that always had a hint of intelligence underneath them; a glimpse of another side of the person Lanyon had initially only considered to be a hedonist...)
Lanyon showed them a cynical view of the world. Bitter, and dry, but when motivated or interested, passionate and opinionated.
And Hyde showed him his world. The joy and passion he had for everything in life. All the stupid shit they did, with absolutely no fear of pain or death
(If only they were like this full time! They’d grouse to themself. How nice would life be for them if Henry Jekyll wasn’t so damn numb, and sad!-)
As time goes on, they grow closer, and closer…
Hyde turns down invitation after invitation from perfectly handsome people because ‘Oh, he said he be here in… Ten minutes, sorry.” (Words said completely unapologetically, as they tucked away their watch.)
Lanyon drops a gala, because Hyde wanted to go to the park and catch rats for a rat census, and requested his help. (And if the two of them stayed just a little longer than intended, doing things they probably shouldn’t of, who cared?)
A one night stand evolves into some sort of shaky, undefined relationship.
Hyde starts to bring the man he doesn’t know is Lanyon chocolates and flowers. Other little presents and gifts. (He loved wine. And Jekyll’s own cellar would not miss a fine vintage…)
They start actively craving attention and love from him. (Something they had sworn against, after their heart break tore them apart…)
Jekyll ends up sitting in their office doing paperwork, bored or tired or angry, and imagining what HE would do if he was there. (Sometimes Lanyon, with his biting snarky comments, and sometimes that intense man, with a tease on his lips that always made his heart race…)
At a gala alone, wishing he had someone by his side. (But which someone..?)
Then he stuff the thought away in the corner of his mind, in favor of joining a conversation he prayed was interesting enough to draw this thoughts away completely…
Lanyon starts to look forward to the evenings. He strokes their hair tenderly, runs a hand up their naked spine. (No longer just rough touches, that they begged him for…
Soft fleeting things, that they never requested, but always accepted happily. Sometimes even with a purr.)
Alchemical books carried around all night, taken out of Lanyon’s bag and shoved forcefully into their arms, before he ran off back home for the night.
Their face, surprised at first, and then joyful and pleased when they saw what it was, burned into Lanyon’s retinas, and memory…
(Wait… Since when did seeing Edward happy make Lanyon so happy?..)
Both, a second away from whispering a certain four letter word, before choking it back…
Then, they both realize it’s gone too far. It’s no longer just a one night stand!-
(But none of them want it to stop…)
And Lanyon has to admit to himself that he’s falling for someone again, even through those thick walls he put up. And he also has to admit that their similarities to Jekyll are not the only reason he’s pursuing them. (…Or are they? Was Eddy just a replacement for Jekyll? They were so similar. But so different at the same time.
Which was it?-)
Hyde has to consider that their policy of being completely emotionally detached relationships is being challenged.
(Just one more time. There’s no emotions. Just good sex. I don’t care about him. He doesn’t care about me. It can’t be that bad! I would never let it get that bad!-)
Other times, they scream at the top of their lungs, and break things. How dare their heart betray them like this!-
HOW DARE IT MAKE THEM LOVE AGAIN!-
As Jekyll they sigh, and wonder if it is unfair. A betrayal, to love two people at once. (Both to themself, and to them…)
Could he truly devote himself to one now? Which?!-
(They did not have an answer for himself…)
Both shake, and lie awake at night, wondering, pondering. (Should I break it off? Should it keep going?
…How did I let this happen?)
But they’re both in far too deep to quit without broken hearts and pain…
And they don’t want to anyway.
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during Convergence Hijinks which takes place during the S1 ending
Omega: So how is your Crosshair different from ours?
Adventures!Wrecker: He loves to cuddle and can really be a big softie!
Adventures!Hunter: He's the middle child and likes to cause problems on purpose just to spite me
Adventures!Tech: Our Crosshair has Nexu DNA in his genetic makeup and he lacks a functional inhibitor chip as of two months after the Battle of Kamino
Adventures!Crosshair: I have hair
*Bonus*
Shadow: Furry
#I still need to write Convergence Hijinks but enjoy nonsense for now#bad batch#the bad batch#clone force 99#crosshair#hunter#wrecker#tech#adventures!au
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how it started vs how its going
you are not immune to brothers in arms propaganda !!
#rhythm doctor#rhythm doctor insomniac#rhythm doctor samurai#RD connections converged#i love cocole however. these two have been au/hc-ed to hell by me and im getting attached#blade bros bosting
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Detective Narinder?! But... where is his third eye?! AAAAGJAGLAS
Huh? This is actually being developed?
*cough* Just kidding. And yes I didn't include his third eye... But hey, he got his red eye crown hat to act as his third eye!
...no? You really want him with his third eye on? Hmm... let's say that I'm thinking about it.
Anyway, more information about this goofball.
Narinder is 19 years old. He's a second-year college student studying criminology.
He has a mind reading ability! Frequently uses this to catch criminals. He kept this as a secret. (Well, isn't that just foul!)
Due to that, he is now working as a young detective. (Wow, he really put those who put their hard work to shame, eh)
He is intelligent, and his appearance don't lie.
Narinder is stern, cold and impatient. A serious type of individual he is, so don't screw with him unless you're asking for it.
He does not socialize well, struggles with making friends or maintaining friendship.
Does he have family? Yes indeed!
Aym, Baal and Narinder are triplets. Aym is the eldest, Baal is the middle child and Nari is the youngest. Forneus is their mother.
EXTRA DETAIL (TRUST ME IT'S VERY IMPORTANT): Nari is the shortest of the three. lol
Their father? Gone missing (that's why Nari went for the criminology stuff to discover that mystery, but he got a bit luckier...)
Anyway, that's all for now! As for the story, I needed more inspiration material... I'm taking a dip on dem good fanfics.
(god pls don't let the game die and I don't want this stupid AU abandoned)
Logging off for now!
#cult of the lamb#cotl#cult of the lamb au#cotl au#cult of the lamb fanart#cotl fanart#cult of the lamb narinder#cotl narinder#cotl the one who waits#the one who waits#cult of the lamb convergence au#cotl convergence au
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Cross Sea Convergence: Masterlist
'09 John Soap MacTavish x Fem Reader x '22 Johnny Soap MacTavish
18+ MDNI: explicit smut, throuple, p in v, oral (female x male receiving), overstimulation, anal, all porn no plot, just two big men taking care of you, oh my god I can't believe I'm doing this... (some details may change as I write, will update as needed)
This depravity immediately follows the events of Convergence. It's the only plot you'll get. This will be nothing but a self-indulgent series that has been rotting in my brain for weeks.
The Sergeant
The Captain
Cross Convergence
The Aftermath
#soap sqaud™️#cross sea convergence masterlist#soap throuple#the brainrot of Captain MacTavish#johnny soap mactavish#soap x reader x soap#09 soap x reader x 22 soap#soap smut#cod soap smut#cod fanfic#call of duty fanfic#cod au#call of duty#cod
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What if hit campaign convergence were to end up in the qsmp, an au. Aka I realized both jrwi convergence and the qsmp had important things that were eggs so I made an au about it.
Au notes under under cut
So the 7 eggs from convergence become alive/sentient when the crew ends up in the qsmp after another world hop. And on one hand they can leave but on the other whenever they try the eggs just run off so no chickens crossing the road for them.
Oh also I did name the eggs. From left to right it's: Yggdrasil, Bingus, Mayo, Brooklyn, Ranger, Nebula, and Spore.
Also this follows my personal canon since convergence is currently not finished and therefore lore is my jungle gym. Anyways after saving the universe from the convergence they all just stay together as a team to do lil odd-jobs <3
They also wouldn't be trusted much by the Islanders at first OR the federation. The feds are NOT happy about the convergence crew just appearing on the island out of nowhere. But slowly the Islanders come around to them like "Oh the federation doesn't like you so you've got to be against them"
Anyways Kroe somehow becoming a staple babysitter for eggs and being on that single parent grind with 7 eggs while Strangle is off finding a way off the island and accidentally befriending like Cellbit and Roier, Kasper is off doing who knows what being labeled as suspicious by everyone, Flynn accidentally ends up in exile and is concerned, and Alastyr is befriending silly scientists
Please ask me more about this au or give your own thoughts please please
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Hi are you hiring (please get me out of my current job please please please plea-)
Ingo: As a matter of fact, we’re always hiring! We require all the help we can get for the ever-expanding lines and taking care of the trains! Not to mention the sheer volume of daily passengers, of course!
Emmet: We briefly considered the possibility of making a deal with QDOT to allow a station to be built in Convergence, but they have a monopoly on transportation in the cluster… but just imagine all the traffic we could get! I mean, they have an infinite apartment complex! It would be a lot to handle… but that’s where folks like you come in!
#submas#submas au#ena joel g#subway bosses#ena dream bbq#au ask blog#send asks#pokemon au#pokemon askblog#pokemon ingo#convergence station#meow wolf#ena au#ena submas#ena fanart#ena fandom#ena oc#enasona#pokemon emmet#emmet pkmn#subway master emmet#subway boss emmet#ingo and emmet#emmet#submas emmet#subway boss ingo#subway master ingo#ingo pkmn#ingo#submas ingo
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CE x Saiyan:
On the day it unerwent a CE-2 event, Experiment 21 was ordered to undo all physical changes. It had done so, because it was created to follow orders.
One day after undergoing a CE-2 event, Experiment 21 started thinking about the orders given to it.
Two days after undergoing a CE-2 event, Experiment 21 started thinking about her place in the world.
Three days after undergoing a CE-2 event, Mina Ashido started thinking about a whole lot of things.
Methinks Garaki is in trouble
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Scug headcanons, part of a larger relationship chart but im too lazy to chop it up and stuff puhhh
#stygiandraws#rain world#rw#convergence au#these are my personal headcanons ik i get like. 6 interacts on the average post but be kind to me i dont wanna explain shit okay bye.#hunterficer does not exist in this au sorry slug yuri fans inv got to him first#we have sootsprite here doe#also i dont like the fandom ship names im making my own gootbye.
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