#but yeah the au where red is human is pretty cool

[rexscanonwife]

Throws a bunch of dhmis self insert doodles at you! A slight redesign of the puppet s/i (new outfit courtesy of my bff!) plus a couple of AU things! For my human design for Red/Harry it does look pretty typical but with the reveal of his teeth in the new season and to mirror how you never really see his ‘true’ face, I thought it’d be cool if he had a cleft lip that he usually keeps covered with a mask.

If I ever find more time/motivation I’ll probably do a more in-depth design but here’s this for now :3

#artfarts #self insert #self ship #self shipping community #self insert x canon #fictional other #r.ed #dhmis #don't hug me i'm scared #red guy dhmis #crush tag: harry 👖 #i dont have much to say here cause im v tired #and i got sick of working on this sdgjk like #i WANTED it done but i didnt wanna do it yanno?? #and i feel kinda weird lately but thats ok #im doing my best #but yeah the au where red is human is pretty cool #and still adjacent to the au where he created the show #but im probably...gonna mainly think of the au where im human and he's still a red string puppet man cause #YOU KNOW. reasons #goo buh buh

[jotaroslooseeyebrowhair]

I’ve had this idea in my head for days now and it just won’t LEAVE so here have scraps

So we know those de-aged au’s with Danny right, and the ones where Jason adopts him? YESSSSSS so anyways the thing that’s been ravaging my brain like an anteater on crystal meth is:

So all night has been pretty shit for Jason. Drug dealers, a couple muggings (who even goes out anymore in crime alley, at this time of night???????) and some human traffickers. You know, the usual. So anyways he’s pissed. Not to mention when he comes across some bastard who’s beating his family, jason promptly broke his legs in a couple new ways he liked. Later, deep into the night he’s already seeing a bit of green around the edges and he’s already called in dick to cover some areas while he cools off, so, naturally, as it is in crime alley, something goes horribly wrong that gets him pissed. Beyond pissed. He sees green and only when dick drags him away does he see some red too. A lot of red.

Fuck.

Well, he knows exactly what he has to do, so he pushed dick off of him and starts roof-hopping over to his apartment (where did his bike go?) and dick calls in the others thinking Jason’s going for more weapons/ammo or smthn, and Jason gets to his lil place and carefully opens a window, trying to be quiet because even though he’s in a killing mood he doesn’t want to wake Danny up, what kind of monster would do that?

Anyways Jason’s taking a moment with his helmet off, leaning his arms against the counter to calm himself down taking deep breaths he learned from Danny yes okay he learned from his son when Tim and dick crash through and Jason gets a little more pissed because those assholes probably just woke up Danny!

So here’s Tim and dick wrestling with Jason to get his weapons off of him and calm him down when all of a sudden the lights flick on and there’s a little boy, around 6, with a messy mop black hair and loose space-themed pajamas, rubbing his eyes as he clearly just woke up. everyone freezes in place and Danny looks around, his eyes adjusting to the light before he looks at Jason and–

“Dad? What’s going on?” He asks so innocently with a tilt of his head. While his brothers are stunned to silence Jason shrugs them off as hard as he can (they woke up his son) and walks over to Danny. Dick and tim lurch foreward but Jason just picks up Danny and places him on his hip. Danny reaches forward and carefully pulls off his dads domino and holds it in his hand while he frowns. “Green monsters are being angry again?” And Jason just sighs with his son (his son!!) in his arms and looks at danny; dick and Tim now seeing the green almost completely gone from his eyes.

“Yeah bud. No big deal though, alright? The green monsters are all gone now. So come on, it’s past your bedtime Danny.” To which Danny groans and he turns to look at the two others in the room who are bewildered as fuck because does Jason have a kid????? W h e n?? H o w??? Okay they know how they really don’t but that’s not the point

Anyways they stand there for a minute while Jason puts Danny to bed and when Jason comes back out he stares at them in silence. Then he just *sighs* and stares them dead in the eyes “yes, I have a kid. Yes, he quiets the pit. Yes, it’s past his bedtime. And yes,” Jason cocks his gun, “you both will be getting out of my apartment. right now. Silently.”

Yeah, they guess questions can wait till tomorrow

Link to the fic :)

#dick is just excited to meet his nephew #Tim is thouroughly confused as to when Danny happened #word of Danny spreads through the family like wildfire and they all come over to see Danny #he’s a little shy at first but his aunts and uncle can do BACKFLIPS so it’s okay :) #Bruce is beyond bewildered that he has a grandson but by god if he isn’t gonna spoil the fuck outta that little blue eyed bastard #Alfred is ESTATIC #dc x dp #dp au #Jason Todd adopts Danny #danny phantom #jason todd #Jason Todd dad au

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23 Asks :)))

Google says that means Hunger in Spanish soooo

Eat up my child

I feel like it would be really hard to mistake Foxy for a dog. "Foxy the pirate Fox" posters are everywhere. Foxy is bright red and has a obviously fox like tail. His name is Foxy.

But there's always bound to be that one parent who doesn't get it, "Sweetie go play with the big dog :}}" But no one would throw a bone at him because they think he's a dog. That wouldn't happen-

Once I'm free from this big project I would like to draw some digital circus. But who knows, my interest in it could die out before the project is done-

@professional-idiocy

Uhg. Always super frustrating. Thanks for letting me know. 👍

Google says that's an economy/nation question. I don't talk bout that stuff here sooo... sorry-

My main headcannon for Sunny is that he is also Moony. He is 1 animatronic with no split personalities. Sunny and Moony are the same animatronic with 1 personality, wearing 2 different costumes.

I don't think taking inspiration would be much of an issue. Just stay away from straight up taking my idea word for word and doing the exact same thing as me. And don't take my idea word for word, add a bit to it and then call it yours.

And as for the offline stuff. Going against artists wishes is still wrong even if I cant see it.

If people seriously cannot interact with me without going against my wishes. Please block me. Stay as far away from my content as possible. That would be more respectful to me and yourself.

@mysteriousl0ser

YEEEAAAAHH!! All good characters. I like Caine for his unique design, plus he's really funny. Same with Kinger, I like his design and he's really funny to me XD Perfectly cut screams are my weakness.

@beryl-shade

Yes! And in the true swap its Bonnie! :}}

@shawnmlinsitly08

Thank you so much! I hope you like the rest of the artwork I have to offer! :}}}

@abaroo

I haven't planned for Seam to get his eye back, no.. <:/

Also-

WAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 😭😭😭

I remember reading about that style of line art and how it was "bad". "Chicken scratching" I think its called. And how people said that its not a proper way to draw and makes the art look bad. But it DOESN'T!!

Controlling lines and getting the perfect shapes is so much easier with chicken scratching. And if you know how to control it and clean it up, its not as messing looking as people think!

I've used chicken scratching for line art becuase its much easier and not as messy as people think. I'm so glad you noticed my line art and I'm honored that you would incorporate it into your artwork! I hopes it helps you as much as it helped me! :}}}

@pinkbomb08

I'm sure Seam and the others would devour anything you gave them. Even if they didn't like the taste. Beggars cant be choosers!

Also thank you so much! I'll do my best! :))

Maybe.? I could see them applying ointment to rags and carefully slipping them under and at first it feels nice.. But then having to take the rags out to apply more ointment could cause more pain and irratation..

There's also this property to the chains where they can get tighter at times.. maybe they'd have rags under the chains occasionally. But due to the tightening and irritation maybe they can only do it for a short time. As to not cause Seam any more discomfort..

@chickenmilk120

I've been hanging in there! :')

Thank you, and I'll do my best! :}

Oh yeah, there would definitely be this "cool down time" after every mirror where Jevil is wiped out and needs time to get his strength back. The natures of these mirrors is still a bit unknown, even to Jevil. So the first time he collapsed out of exhaustion must have been pretty scary for Seam.. who knows what was wrong with him..

As for the darkener thing, my AU functions off of my bizarre headcannon.

In my AUs, Darkeners, lighteners, and Undertale Monsters and humans.. are 4 separate beings with different properties.

A Deltarune Human is different from an Undertale Human. And a Undertale Monster is not a darkener, or a lightener. They are their own category. Not saying I believe any of this is canon to the games, its likely not. This is just the structure my AU is built on.

And I had this idea that Deltarune and Undertale stuff.. doesn't really mix. Or at least it rarely does. The idea is that the magic that makes up these 4 beings are all different. They don't mix usually, they just clash together.

Asgore cant heal Spamton becuase his magic is sooo different from the magic in Deltarune. Spamton's body just rejects this magic because of how foreign/different it is. A darkener could maybe heal him. And perhaps a Lightener could heal him.? But no one originating from Undertale can give their magic to him. They are just completely different.

Its the same when it comes to food. Some food is universal. Its so simple that nearly any kind of magic can break it down. But a lot of the times the darkeners bodies just, cant absorb Undertale foods. They're so different..

As for advantages or disadvantages.. maybe? There could be a case where a powerful Undertale monster tries to hurt Jevil. But his magic is just, structured sooo differently its basically ineffective. It could also work the other way. Maybe Seam is trying to step up and protect himself. And he only has to use a tiny amount to blow the Undertale opponent away. Its because his magic is so different it pierced right through his foe. Maybe stuff like that.? :0

That is an interesting question.. I'd say it kind'a depends on the AU.?

And like, none of my AUs are actually completed. None of them. Things are always changing or I'm always adding more too it and the story never ends. But still I develop them at different speeds depending on the AU..

For example. My Welcome home AU. The structure for that AU and basic plot was thought up in like 3 days. Same thing with my Digital Circus AU actually,

But my FNAF AU? It took WEEKS to sift through all the games and pick everything apart and carefully construct my own timeline and think of a story for every single animatronic and have it all line up and-

Then there's my Deltarune AU. The basic idea of a traveling Jevil was thought up and constructed in like a day. But the rest of the au is weeks in the making. And its constantly changing and I'm always adding stuff and rearranging things GRAHHH!

It really depends <XD

And some ideas do go unwanted/unused overtime. But mostly I overwrite my own ideas with new ones. I think of a cool idea and I push everything in the AU aside to make it work. Even if the structure of my AU suffers a bit. <XD

Yeah! Its good to see those guys out and about. And hey Green Truck's ok! He just has a strange way of starting up. It means that he's harder to steal now XDD

@beryl-shade

Yes! Her voice box doesn't work if its not attached to her Jaw. Same with the all the other diner animatronics :0

I pictured Seam being MUCH younger. I thought of King and Queen being like Asgore and Toriel. Being these powerful boss monsters that live for 100s of years.

So while King and Queen are 100s of years old. Seam is like.. in his 50s or something <XD

@crimson-thinker

WAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! THAT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME!!😭😭💗💞😭🍤💕

Thank you! Also after googling it, I kind'a see the resemblance XD

ALSKAKD GREG BEAR XDD That's perfect!!

Also thank you so much! Same to you! :D

@lathan-chillyfilm

I've never played Dr. Mario & Dr. Luigi so any elements from that game were not added to my AU.. :(

But Mario and Luigi bringing foreign bacteria and illnesses could be an issue.. or it might not! :0 After all I don't know if human viruses can be dangerous to fungal people <XD

#my response #fnaf security breach #deltarune #undertale #seam and jevil

[cosmiclion]

Hi, fren! Since O!Ciel is still old enough to remember his human parents in your Kuro familiar AU, this might be a silly question…but (due to the way child logic sometimes works) does he ever assume that he’ll develop demonic traits since Seb is his guardian now (i.e. asking his parent when his own fangs/claws/red glowy eyes will come in)? Or try to paint his nails black so that he’s matching with his dad/mum?

Hello fren! You know, I had never considered this, but your question actually made me think about it 🤔 While I'm no expert on how children's minds works, I've had my fair share of interactions with small kids, plus I was a small kid myself once and I remember what it was like, and BOY did I have a wild imagination. Like, to give just one example, when I was that age I used to think a "life insurance" was some kind of magic spell which prevented you from dying 😂 If our Phantomhive babey isn't much different from other average kids his age, then I don't think it's much of a stretch to assume his young mind would come to a "Sebastian is my parent now, therefore I'm their child, they're a demon, therefore I'm probably gonna turn into a demon myself" conclusion, especially if we keep in mind the influence of factors like living in a world where magic is very real, Sebas looking like Vincent and thus looking very familiar to him, etc. He probably even heard some people at some point comment that often adopted kids end up taking after their guardians in a lot of ways even if they aren't related by blood and he took it literally, bless his heart 😭 (I know I would've come to a similar conclusion at that age so again, not very unrealistic lmao). Sebas then has to sit down and patiently explain to him that no, he won't develop cool demon powers, and assure him that he's still special in his own way 🥺

About the nails, oh yeah he definitely does that 🤭 I already headcanon him as pretty gnc and kind of a fashionist (I mean, that's also not much of a stretch considering how he dresses in canon, like even if it wasn't intentional... Yana your character looks gnc as fuck) and in this AU I love the idea of him having a fascination with Sebas's genderfuckery and wanting to match them. It all starts with him shily asking his demon to paint his nails so that he can at least pretend to be a cool pretty demon, then as he gets older he develops a liking to high heeled footwear and starts wearing more elaborate outfits (Nina Hopkins couldn't be happier, finally a male client who isn't awfully boring!).

Bonus a sketch because you inspired me 🙈

#asks #eli's art #eli rambles #artists on tumblr #art #digital art #drawing #illustration #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji au #kuro familiar au #black butler #black butler au #sebastian michaelis #dadbastian #mombastian #ciel phantomhive #our ciel #ociel #o!ciel #procreate app #long post #thanks for asking! #not yoi

[mustangs-flames]

Theory : Six was responsible for John the Baptist's execution

Mustang has pretty much already confirmed that Six replaced Herod the Great, but I decided to think a little harder

In all the versions I could find (there's at least four different branches of Christianity that my spread out family members believe in, and three of them have more than one way / version of narrating the Bible) Herod Antipas, Herod the Great's son, was getting increasingly worried about John the Baptist and his prophecies, particularly one where he said the royal family would be burned by God's hand. Despite this, he did not wish to have him executed because John was just a prophet and not a criminal

The bible says that big boy G visited Zachariah, John's father, to announce that his wife Elizabeth would become pregnant despite both of them being in old age already, and since John was 6 months older than his cousin Jesus, I think that that Gabriel was the real G before Luci banished him to the shadow realm, so I also think that unlike big J, older J was still a human

Anyhow, I think Six found himself forced to make John's death happen for two possible reasons :

1- He actually did have some sort of power and was getting too close to finding out the truth about the real masterminds behind the Massacre of the Innocents OR 2 - After meeting and baptizing his cousin he, unlike pretty much everyone else, didn't immediately fall victim to the M.A.D and gaslighting and did notice the red flags that something was wrong with Jesus

My theory is that Six goes on to replace Queen Herodias, Antipas' second wife, to try and persuade him to kill John, and when that doesn't work, Six resorts to manipulating Herodias daughter by her first husband, princess Salome. The basic story goes that the princess danced so magnificently during a reception banquet to the Romans, that her step-dad offered to grant her any wish she might have, according to some versions "up to half his kingdom" as a way of impressing the guests

The three versions that I had energy to read agree that it was her mother who pushed her towards asking for John's head. In one she just turns to her mother and asks "what should I ask" , but the other two say that Herodias instead inches her closer and whispers in her ear right before Herod asks if she has settled on what she wants ( Extra : In the animation "Jesus: A Kingdom Without Frontiers" they added an extra piece of dialogue that I found interesting, where Salome is scared and hesitant but Herodias gestures for her to look around and says "powerful men like their women cruel" and that would be why Salome adds "on a silver plater" to her request)

Uhh, yeah I'm pretty much finished, hope it wasn't boring!

Oh, this is really fun and a cool theory!

When it comes to the Part that will cover what actually happened following the Garden of Eden and Lucifer's 'Fall', events will be detailed but not too heavily and entirely from Lucifer's point of view. I'm actually really excited to write that part of the AU in the future! I don't plan on it being a very long part, but it will cover quite a few staple Biblical stories and figures and I'm really looking forward to seeing how readers will react to my takes on them and the twists this AU presents! :)

#hail true body au #mustang answers! #htb six #htb lucifer #it will be in that Part of the au that you will get a lot of lore on how angelic heirarchy works #how alternates work #and the last meeting between lucifer and gabriel #and all about jesus and his best friend judas too! #it gets so silly #and i hope it will get people to empathise with the series' villain a bit :)

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wc: 2786 au: vampire au ch: benny, maran

“I was sixteen.” Benny flicks cigarette ash out the window as he leans against his desk, hunched close as the wind blows his curtains around. They’re the thick black out kind, because he sleeps during the day more often than not thanks to work.

“I mean.” He tilts his head back and forth, taking another drag on the cigarette while his other hand messes with his already disheveled pale hair. He holds that inhale in his chest for a moment and then finally blows smoke out the window. It’s not night time for once—this is rare. The sunlight is still low and soft, the world outside a dull and thin gray color. It’s early morning instead of night, about to be a full day in just a few hours. The sunlight is a pensive sort of yellow, watered down to nothing. It still hurts his sensitive eyes, but it was nice to see daylight. Remember he was human.

Benny grinds his cigarette butt into the windowsill and tosses it out. Then he slides it almost shut. He likes the little bit of breeze that the wind brings in, a cool spring sort of smell. Wet grass to mingle with the dark permanently smoky smell of his room.

“I th-think I must of known before I was sixteen, bu-but my first kiss that counted w-was with my best friend, Isaac.”

“Aw, Ben,” Maran’s voice is tinted with laughter, from where he lays on the bed. He’s on his stomach, pretending to read the messy hand drawn schematics that Benny had been working on before this impromptu morning visit. “That’s sweet, yeah? I love that.”

Maran had shown up, red around the eyes with a sniffling pink nose. He’d shown up with wet lashes, shown up with that smile he always had but so obviously forced—so blatantly fucking put on that Benny hadn’t known what to do for a moment. There had been a dislodging inside his chest, like something crumbling without structure to hold it up. He’d done the only thing he could think to do. Let him in and bring him to his room, where he’d happily let Maran distract himself.

Distract didn’t feel like the right word either, because he didn’t think Maran was using him that way. Sometimes, when someone as beautiful as Maran, it was impossible not to be anxious about that. People like Maran didn’t like people like Benny. He was unapproachable. He was weird and he was mean and he was unsightly, with vampire scars he’d gotten almost covered with enough tattoos. Benny wasn’t sure how someone like Maran could ever look his way and smile—so if he got his heart broken, that was a problem for future him to deal with.

Benny, right then and there, in his sweatpants and shitty tank top, was not turning Maran away.

He goes to the bed and pulls his notes from the younger man. Pretty brown eyes follow, up and up until they reach Benny, who folds and stuffs the schematics behind him on the desk. This is not the first time they’ve been here, in this room, in this exact position. Maran on the bed and Benny standing at the edge, waiting for some invisible hint of permission to join him. He thinks of Maran’s question, volleyed randomly during conversation. How did you know?

He wants to ask, too. But he knows that’s selfish, because he knows the answer. It’s not right, but—

“Was it me?” Benny cups a hand underneath Maran’s chin, tilting him up further and further. He can feel the other man swallow. He watches the bob in his throat. There’s a slight tension to his tendons, making his neck look pretty. Exposed and stretched—Benny can almost understand a vampire, presented with that. He wants to put his mouth there, to feel Maran’s pulse. He’s in some oversized shirt that slips low around the collar. In similarly too big jeans that have rips in the knees, waist band loose and lifted at his lower back to reveal a hint of his briefs.

A window of smooth, bronze skin sits there, as if waiting for a hand to stroke across his lower back.

“Not my first kiss,” Maran replies, laughing. His eyes are shiny with humor, either oblivious to Benny’s unrepentant consistent devouring gaze, or enjoying it. The feel of Maran’s warm breath, tickling across his fingers has Benny’s throat narrowing. “Sorry. Sara Dahlgren in primary got there first.”

“Bitch,” Benny jokes with a sideways sneer. “Didn’t mean your fir-first kiss ever—that’s not what you asked.” Maran’s cheeks flood. His eyes have cooled since whatever made him cry before (Benny hadn’t asked, because he knew Maran would talk if he really needed to) but now his face is red once more. His eyes are shiny again, with a different sort of gleam.

“Isaac was the f-first guy I kissed.” Benny slowly slides his cupped hand from under Maran’s chin to his cheek. His thumb draws a gentle circle over a defined cheekbone, then his whole hand moves to Maran’s hair. It’s grown out a bit more—he’ll need it cut soon. The texture is thicker and coarse, compared to Benny’s thin blond. He can picture it growing in tiny, coiled rings.

He moves onto the bed. His knees first and then slowly makes his way up onto it, pushing Maran back by the sheer intrusion of his body alone.

There’s a bit more shifting on the bed and then they’re both laying. Benny on his back, one hand comfortably folded behind his head. Maran, on his side, with an owlish gaze in the dim morning light. He has one of his freckly hands tucked under his cheek, creating a somewhat adorable curve that makes him look even more boyish. He is undeniably one of the most handsome people has ever met, but he also manages to capture an essence of innocence in moments like this. It makes Benny feel less aroused and more…protective. Hungry, not to kiss and bite and fuck and have and own, but something else. Something worrisome, like tenderness.

“Yeah, you were the first,” Maran finally says. His words come out slightly muffled because of his squished cheek. He’s smiling though, which is also slightly warped because of that. It is crooked and beautiful. Benny reaches out and touches fingertips to his lower lip, enjoying the sudden dilation in Maran’s pupils.

“That’s shit,” Benny laughs. “I’m a bastard, you d-deserve better.”

“Hey!” Maran propels himself forward, hands curling around Benny’s shoulders, body shifting over top of him. They erupt into a laughing argument about that, jostling together. Maran’s knee’s pin between his thighs, widening his legs until they sort of sit around the other’s hips. Benny has a suspicion he has no idea how good that feels, so he clamps his teeth together to stop a noise. Benny flops his hands above his head, defeated, surrendered and breathing heavier.

“Just adm-m-mit you have bad taste, Mar.”

“I think you taste pretty good.”

Clearly, his witty tongue gets the better of him there. Maran sits back slightly, his hands resting on Benny’s thighs. His cheeks turn an even darker shade of crimson, a wicked color that descends down his lovely throat. But he still smiles, because of course he does. Cheeky little fucking brat—shy sometimes and awkward occasionally. Unsure of himself sometimes, but always with that hint of cockiness, a smile that makes Benny feel like a caged animal straining on a leash right against the bars.

“I taste like cigarettes,” he argues.

“Sort of,” Maran admits, and his smile is bashful once more. “But it’s very—like, guy. Tasting. Manly?” He fumbles his hands together like he’s trying to talk himself through the description. One of Benny’s legs hooks a bit higher around Maran’s waist. His hands are still above his head, resting there. Maran’s eyes quickly go anywhere but him, scanning the messy room as if he can find something to help him. All he would find are wooden stakes and dirty clothes. “Girls taste like chapstick most of the time.”

“Well, I’m no fucking girl.”

“I can tell—you don’t use chapstick.” The quick, clever tease makes Benny snort and laugh, lick his lips on reflex. Maran’s eyes follow the movement. Ben does nothing more than shift a bit to get more comfortable, one knee still half bent, the other leg pulling Maran in closer. He fumbles a bit, hands sliding down sweatpants clad highs. He blinks his pretty brown eyes a few times and Benny realizes that all the times they’ve been together, these positions have always been reversed.

Benny likes topping. He likes being the dominant partner, even. He likes leading—guiding. Teaching. Corrupting. Telling someone what to do, and if he was being rougher about it, demanding. Sometimes, with a mean hand behind a neck and filthy whispers into their ear. But Benny also likes this. He likes being spread out slightly beneath another man, he likes the feeling of being looked at and he likes that Maran so obviously likes looking at him. It pets his ego, but it also makes him feel desired in a way that isn’t…nasty. Benny fingers curl and uncurl, above his head.

“Do you wanna touch me, Mar?”

The offer puts a visible hitch in Maran’s breathing. Benny slowly reaches to take the edge of his tank top and move it up over his stomach. He adjusts to get the fabric higher, until its sitting above his collarbone and then Benny returns his hand above his head. Maran’s eyes dart everywhere for a moment and then they quickly slide away. Then they stutter back and then away again. He laughs, nervously but doesn’t move or say anything else. It seems to get stuck in his chest, whatever he might be trying to articulate.

It reminds Benny of when Maran is right there, about to cum and quickly stuffs knuckles into his mouth to quiet himself. What he wouldn’t give to show Maran it’s okay to be noisy; that Benny wants to hear everything he’s going to moan or whimper, or just say. Anything at all.

“Y-You’re not gonna do anything wrong,” Benny laughs. He closes his eyes and tilts his head back against the pillow, lets himself relax. “I like being touched.”

A beat passes. Benny feels his heart speed up. Another beat and then—hands slowly slide around his waist. Benny sighs and relaxes into the warm sensation of dry palms on his skin. He doesn’t open his eyes yet, because he has a feeling it’s giving Maran confidence to explore. And he does explore; his hands notch a bit higher on Benny’s torso, cupping ribs in an intimate manner. A shiver passes up Ben’s spine at the sensation of thumbs drawing across his skin—tracing the edges of moth wings, he realizes, inked underneath his sternum.

As Maran sits forward, their hips slide together more and Benny takes advantage. He hooks his legs harder and forces their bodies closer.

“You’re so warm,” Maran mumbles quietly. A hand brushes downward once more. A finger taps underneath his belly button—a painful bruise heats inside him there and he cannot stop himself from blinking down. Maran is staring directly at the spider tattooed there. His eyes are lidded, heavy and hungry in a way Benny has not seen before. That naked desire has an effect on his entire body that is like grasping an electric fence.

Maran’s hands travel once more. Up again. One passes over Benny’s chest and he cannot help but let his head fall loose on the pillow and moan. It’s entirely unintentional, but that doesn’t mean he tries to quiet it. The blankets rustle as Maran presses in closer (that brings their lower halves closer once more, tangling them up in a way that could also make him moan). The hand on his chest cups his pectoral and with either confidence or intuition, Maran squeezes and makes inhale hard.

His eyes pop open, flit about the ceiling before landing on Maran. He seems half pleased and half fucking battered. The expression is so sweetly, adorably his boy that it makes Benny tilt and laugh. A hand lifts to wrap around Maran’s forearm, slide appreciatively up the curving swell of a darker bicep. He squeezes his own appreciation.

“Y-You’re surprised?”

“I wasn’t expecting that!”

“It feels good!” Benny’s laugh peters out softly. His hand doesn’t leave Maran’s arm. “F-Fuck off, you ha-have nice hands, Mar.”

“I do?” He lifts it off Benny’s chest, to glance down at his palm. With his free hand, Benny snatches it and returns it directly to his chest. To curve around his tattooed flesh, to hold and press against a now alert nipple. The brush against it makes Benny shiver and sigh pleasantly. Maran’s cheeks are bright again.

“It’s different,” he says. His hand curves harder, just enough to put tension on that sensitive nub. Benny closes his eyes once more, gives into the relaxing feeling of being teased and toyed and enjoyed. “Like, yeah? Obviously, yeah. Knew it’d be different—touching you, verses…touching—right? But. It’s not so different in other ways.”

“Guess you’re just a na-natural.” Benny’s voice sharpens on the last word when his nipple rolls between Maran’s index finger and thumb. “Or humans have sensitive nerve endings regardless of gender.”

“Alright, professor?”

“Oh, are you into that, baby? Want me to teach lessons—” Benny’s sentence cuts out with quick, excited gasp when he feels Maran’s mouth close around his pec. A warm tongue lavishes, pointed, making his hand scramble. He touches defined shoulders, a muscular back. Maran’s strength hides underneath his baggy clothing, but Benny’s fingers dig hard enough to bruise. That seems to make the mouth against him hungrier, kisses moving to his sternum and then up.

Maran kisses him then—and Benny can see why girls probably liked Maran so much. He kisses with an intensity that makes melting feel humanly possible. Like he’d pass straight through the mattress, seep through floorboards. His hands yank at Maran’s shirt, pushing it up and up until their kiss breaks apart long enough for the fabric to be thrown aside. Then they kiss again and Maran kisses him hard. Hand curled behind Benny’s neck, the other doing appreciative gropes down his chest. Benny has to pull away because he’s fucking dizzy, because Maran’s kissed him fucking lightheaded.

And Maran only presses kisses to his jaw then, to his neck. The blooming warmth is beautifully overwhelming.

“Jesus,” Benny pants, snatching Maran’s cheeks and yanking them to look at each other. “You’re killing me here, man.”

“Hm?” Maran hums instead of dignifying a reply, his lips crooked.

“Insatiable little fuck.” Benny punctuates each word with a shake of Maran’s head. The grin only goes wider and more crooked with each gesture. “Last time I give you the upper hand.” It’s a lie. Benny likes being on top…but sometimes he likes this too. He likes being consumed like this. Their chests slide together as Maran lays over top of him, between his legs. The position is so familiar that it’s hard for Benny to think. The momentary vision of Maran, wedged between his thighs, holding up his knees to keep them parted is enough to make Benny slap a hand over his on eyes.

“We could keep going.” The suggestion is sing song, right against his skin.

Instead of replying, Benny reaches out blindly to slap until he finds a wire. It’s a charger, connected to a mostly broken phone. He pulls the thin white wire until the phone dangles enough for him to read the time, even upside down. He shares a glance with Maran, who attempts innocence once more at the sight of how late (or early) it is. Wide eyed, hands on Benny’s chest, eyebrows raised. He plinks his lashes.

“Take off yo-your jeans,” Benny says. Maran’s eyes widen and he sits up quickly. When he shuffles off the bed and starts yanking at them, Benny rolls over and smacks at the light switch on the wall. The room goes only moderately dark, since morning has fully crept upon them and buttery light spills in from the window. Maran crosses to it, quickly snapping the black out curtains close.

When he slides back into the bed, Benny traps him with the blankets, cocooning him into a squirming mess. He presses a snarling kiss to Maran’s cheek, more laugh than anything else. The laughter quiets because of the kissing, but Benny doesn’t let it go much further than kissing and Maran ends up falling asleep swiftly.

#writing #jlb #mgc #jlb x mgc #vampire au

[dark-elf-writes]

I submitted something similar to Ray for the team uzumaki au but now I’m hopping it was eaten by tumblr just so there isn’t a weird cross post double thing. BUT we’re talking foxy naruto so-

According to some people’s stories, foxes have been known to leave gifts for people much like crows (the sources are first hand accounts so idk if this is true or an accurate reflection of fox mannerisms). So I’m just picturing Naruto leaving pretty rocks, animal bones, buttons, weapons, etc for his team. But since it’s Naruto of course it’s not normal versions of those things. So the “shiny rocks” are probably literal crystals and diamonds that he somehow just finds (and normal ones too cuz that’s adorable ), the “animal bones” could include giant ass teeth that are big enough to be made into daggers/swords, the buttons could be like golden cuff links he nicked from on a mission, and the weapons could be anything from old ninja wire he found in a bush to like a legendary blade he found washed up on the shore (Uzushiogakure vibes who?).

As another foxy Naruto thing, I firmly believe he would have an inexplicable urge to feed his team all the time, but not just ramen or their personal favorite foods. He wants to give them food that’s part of a foxes diet. One day he just finds himself foraging for berries and hunting for fresh meat. But since he’s a whole lot bigger and more capable than a regular fox at hunting, his prey is a bit…larger than you’d expect. Later that day, he straight up drops a field dressed bear or something at team 7’s feet look Proud (tm) cuz oh yeah he is so good at keeping his teammates feed and kakashi (who I always head cannon as being both wolfy and entirely incapable of being truly surprised) is like thanks brat you mind if my ninken have some?

Tumblr do be eating things. But they would still be different enough even if Tumblr didn’t eat it.

Akkskshsb at first none of them (well two do them really) have no idea where all the little gifts are coming from. Sakura finds flowers and crystals and kunai lined up on her window sill every morning like clockwork. She pretends to be annoyed by it but she has the first flower, the first gift, pressed and preserved. Sasuke gets more weapons than anything else, but occasionally he’ll get a cool rock. His favorite that he will never admit is a red stone with black marks. It sits by his bed and makes him feel a little less alone.

Kakashi knows. Naruto isn’t the first Uzumaki he’s known. Not the first fox hissed in human skin. Kushina was the same way. The first gift, fresh meat on his counter, one large piece and several smaller ones cut for the ninken, isn’t so much of a surprise as it is a gut punch. A memory. It takes some getting used to, seeing them again. Being claimed. He’s not a kit anymore. Not Kushina’s grumpy little wolf cub, but her son has claimed him all the same.

(The meat tastes like guilt and, perhaps cruelly, hope)

I can see the providing thing being really prevalent when they’re out of the village on missions. Like the first night on their trip to wave Naruto just plonks down a fresh kill with a sharp smile and eyes glinting in the low light and Kakashi has to step in before one of the others could say something to discourage this. They always eat well when they’re out as a team.

(Naruto remembers what it’s like to be hungry. He’ll make sure his people don’t have to feel the same.)

#the elf talks #Naruto #i still haven’t finished season one because I got to tired for subtitles but I have lurked on rays blog enough to know some things #forgive any inaccuracies #foxy Naru

[lowkeyclueless5137]

now this Ben 10 AU that has four of Twst boys definitely cool and all. But how the four feel about Ripjaws, heck wonder how they feel a certain Octavinelle mafia(*cough*Azul and Tweels*) may or may not somehow seen Ripjaws too(this goes out to all four of them, Especially Riddle considering *COUGH*Floyd*COUGH*)

Oh dear... That cough sounds dangerous... Pls get some nice honey tea and rest to feel better :D /hj

Probably you couldn't see my previous ask that answered on short this I'm updating too fast, sorry

But now I'll go in depth! More like in depth on Idia's and Riddle's cases for ✨reasons anyone who follows me knows already✨

I'm gonna tackle first how each of our heroes feels about our fishy alien buddy, then the general octa reaction with the particularities last.

Riddle is skeptical of it at first, much how he is every time when he discovers a new alien form. He has a bit of dread, knowing a certain Octavinelle eel who would absolutely tease, but is pleasantly surprised to see that actually the 3 mafioso wannabes are actually intimidated by it. Ripjaws does become close to Riddle's favorites. It falls short mostly because of practicality issues when it doesn't involve a water medium, but hey... It's even better when he discovers that in half transformation, his jaw can extend and thus Riddle can still pretend to be an angler fish mer and scare the shit out of the octa trio. The 3 unfortunately don't know that Riddle is actually that scary and violent angler fish alien so yep... Fun times for the red shortie. :'3

Kalim does like to use ripjaws in combination with his unique magic. Ripjaws actually is a favorite of Jamil, for the sole purpose mentioned above. :'3

Epel is not that thrilled at first, mostly since his first encounter with ripjaws was a half transformation, where he looked like a sweet innocent lil mer. Later he discovered that he can make even WORSE chewing damage and is absolutely happy about ripjaws. Vil is just palm-facing in the bg, don't mind him. :'3

For Idia, he also has a first time half transformation. But because he was outside water at first, he didn't know that he was supposed to have a tail. It takes Ortho's scan to find out about it. Idia still keeps a neutral ground with ripjaws, although he has to make sure his hair doesn't get in the way underwater(personal headcannon that his hair gets longer when wet)

In general, at first, the octatrio are scared of ripjaws, mostly because it resembles an angler fish, which yeah... That one most likely is avoided by young mers for pretty understandable motives. So to see an alien resembling it, even worse, being absolutely able to easily tare down anything with those Jaws and claws and even able to walk on ground without any potion or hassle... Yep... These 3 were thinking it was pure nightmare fuel. :'3

Now for the special exceptions, they only apply for ships, so they aren't really cannon to the main plot of the Au itself. But ya Know... Gotta have my lil 'what if' s.

For Floyd, if he was a romantic interest, he would be like mentioned above, until he finds out that Riddle is the watch bearer. Then he calms down a bit, knowing that 'hey, it's goldfishie! Goldfishie doesn't harm me.'. At first, around Floyd, Riddle has to calm down enough to use the half transformation of ripjaws. Ya know, just to look a bit more human like and have Floyd not scared out of his mind about it. They are working on it... Slowly but it works.

Floyd defenetly teases Riddle about the other alien transformations instead. He thinks swamp fire and Heat-blast are the best fits for his lil angry goldfishie. And Riddle hates that he's actually right. Definitely Floyd takes a bit until he realises that no, this red shortie can't carry you princess style if not transformed in an alien that can lift heavy things. He also sometimes tries to tamper with the watch and make Riddle transform in other aliens just to see how wierd they could get. (his favorite would be Wildmutt and pesky dust) Overtime Riddle just gets used to it. :'3

Now for Idia's case, Azul does find out in book 6, therefore Idia has a field trip with him, explaining the various transformations and to please don't have a heart attack if one of the half transformations looks like Idia just tossed away his spine when using their abilities.

But when ripjaws is introduced, Azul clearly is less scared than the twins, for the sole motive that in octo form, he's gigantic (another personal headcannon) Therefore he wasn't that afraid of angler fishes as the twins were. Still a bit scared, but that fear dimmed down upon knowing that Idia was actually ripjaws. For other transformations, Azul is fond of Cannonball, for the sole purpose that when Idia tries to roll out and hold him to take away from the danger, is nice and snuggly inside.

That would probably wrap it up! :3

#twisted wonderland #asks :3 #ben 10 au

[legend-of-cupcake]

Thank you for the tag @krispyt <33

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

I have 7 under my name and 1 anon, although I'm just going to put it back under my name I think.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

147,865

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly for TBHK, but I have a couple for Genshin as well! However writing for TBHK is more comfortable for me

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Red String of fate (1,159)

Clean Slate (357) ((This is the fic under anon but I'm going to change it probably lol))

I love you, please don't go (204)

Under the Red Crescent Moon, I Could Hear the Demons Whispering (195)

Kindness from the Devil (185)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I used to, but honestly I'm terrible at it now. I don't go on my account very often anymore and I don't receive emails when I get comments (personal choice), so it can be a long time before I see if anyone's left anything. But I do always try to get back to them!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I love you, please don't go wins this I think.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uhhh, I'm not really sure? But I'm going to go with chapter 20 of Red String of Fate. After so many near kisses throughout the fic, having HanaNene finally get their kiss makes this the happiest ending... Probably idk XD

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, thank goodness.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Welllllll, I've tried to write smut. But I just don't have the knack for it, I can't handle the cringe while writing it and I can't read it back.

10. Do you write crossovers?

No and I never will. Nothing personal but I hate crossovers.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

My fics aren't good enough to steal lmao

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I'm open to it!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

HanaNene, HanaNene, HanaNene!!

If the day ever comes where no one supports HanaNene, it's because I've died. I will never not love those 2.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I don't even have a proper name for this WIP, it's called Possession AU in my documents. It was a KouNene fic, but you could also see it as HanaNene although they are not end game :// It's a real shame, the fic almost has 8,000 words to it, but I just have no motivation to continue.

I also have another WIP called Boundary Bound Nene-chan, but I only got a few paragraphs in and never touched it again :// The concept was pretty cool as well, Nene wakes up inside a mysterious place (later discovered to be a boundary) with no memories. She meets a boy named Tsukasa, who informs her she's dead, and together they try to find a way out. This was leaning very heavily into Yandere Hanako, which is usually right up my alley, but yeah again no motivation.

Last one I'll share is a Scaramouche fic, the temporary title was 5 times Scaramouche failed to be human and 1 time he didn’t. It's self-explanatory I think, but I started it before his backstory cutscene was revealed, and I lost confidence and motivation since what I was writing didn't match it at all. This one will 100% never be finished sadly.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hmm, it's hard to say. I think I have good ideas and concepts, and I can keep the flow of the story moving at a decent pace. I also think I do well with character interaction? Maybe? Idk.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions. I am so so so bad at describing things, I think I find it hard to actually put myself into the scene, so I struggle to really get into the details of the environment and such. My paragraphs usually are on the smaller side, which I hate because I really want to immerse my readers.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

English is the only language I know and I do not trust Google Translate ^^;

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Technically speaking, it's Sonic The Hedgehog lmao, I wrote fics for that fandom in my very early teens on Fanfiction.net. No, I will never reveal my account or share what I wrote, I will actually die before I do that.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Hmm... Since the vamp au is unfinished, I will say it's chapter 21 of Red String of Fate. It is the only fic I have ever written and actively decided to go back and willingly read multiple times without dying of cringe... I just like it I suppose aha

Once again, thanks for the tag Krispy!! I'm not really sure who to tag, but I'll go for @milkteamoon @insipidenvy and @wingsonghalo. Obviously no pressure!! And anyone who reads this is free to join in ^_^

#Thank you for the tag! #fic questions

[catmaidetho]

a stranger's cat

1186 words. from my danger days au.

“MEEEEOOOOOOWW!”

You groan, throwing your hands over your ears.

“MROWW!”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” 

You sit up, and glance over to where Cleo is somehow still sleeping soundly. You envy her ability to pass out anywhere, any time. The gas station tile is cool beneath you, but unfortunately it’s not comfortable. If it wasn’t high noon, you would have preferred to nap in the truck, but you don’t like cooking alive.

“AWROOOM!”

You also would have probably slept better if there wasn’t a cat yowling for its life outside.

You grumble to yourself and walk over to the door, staring at the little thing as its claws scrape along the glass, leaving lines in its wake and creating a noise that almost rivals the damn things’ incessant crying. The cat’s mostly black, with white on its chest and toes, and a torn red bandana tied around its neck.

The moment it sees you, it unhinges its jaw and lets loose the most painful wail yet.

“I get it, I see you, stop yowling,” you snap.

You barely open the door, and the cat immediately bolts in and butts its head into your legs, its tune changing from the cries of the damned to the loudest purr you’ve ever heard.

“Oh. Hi little guy.”

It mewls and nips at your boot laces.

“Do you, uh, need something?”

It meows and walks back towards the door, scratching up the door frame.

“But—but I just let you in?”

It walks back to you, little green eyes staring up at you and into your soul, and yowls again.

“Hey, Cleo?” you call back.

She groans. “What on earth are you doing, Bdubs?”

“I found a cat.”

The store is silent. Then, Cleo’s footsteps drag across the tile as she makes her way over to you.

“A cat?” she asks.

It meows.

“Yeah.”

She stops beside you, staring down at it. “...And? Does it want something?”

It meows again, much louder, and turns to scratch at the door again.

“I, uh, I think it wants me to follow it.”

She snorts. “Really?”

It wails, giving the door one long scrape with its claws that hurts your ears. You don’t consider yourself an expert on cats, but that seems pretty damning evidence that the cat has somewhere to be. You walk over and push the door back open, and the cat struts out a few paces, before turning back to look at you.

“Mrow?”

Cleo sighs. “Can’t it wait? It’s too hot out right now.”

“WAAAOOW!”

“Jesus! Okay, I guess it can’t.”

The cat lifts its head with a satisfied little mrrp as you both step out of the store, following it as it struts across the sand towards a smudge in the distance. It keeps glancing back at you with its startlingly green eyes, as if checking that you’re still following.

Cleo groans. “Why are we doing this?”

You shrug. “It wouldn’t let me sleep.”

She sighs. “Oh of course that’s why!”

The cat suddenly bolts forward towards a scraggly, knotty tree, and yowls something that could pass for a human crying in pain.

Wait.

“Holy shit,” you blurt, bolting after the cat. “Cleo, get over here, there’s a guy here!”

The cat yowls again, pawing at the shoulder of a scrawny, sickly pale person half-slumped over and leaning against the tree. They’ve got short, stark white hair that’s half held back by a red bandana tied around their forehead. You could swear you’ve seen this person before.

You kneel in front of them and press two fingers to their neck.

“They’re alive!” you yell back, and you glance behind you to see Cleo has barely moved an inch.

“Bdubs,” she starts, cold and sharp, “I think that’s one of King Dog’s guys.”

Your heart sinks. Oh. “B-But… Cleo, we can’t just leave someone to die because they might—”

Cleo stomps over and drags you back by your collar. “Nope. We don’t fuck with the Dog or his goons. We don’t even chance it.”

Your eyes are stuck on the cat. It’s propped itself up on the stranger’s lap with its front paws on their chest, and is repeatedly bumping its head into their face, quietly mewling. You don’t believe much in the Witch, but this cat has got to be one of her messengers. 

“It’s not the guy’s time,” you blurt. “Please, Cleo, just—we can’t just let ‘em die in the sun.”

“And when the Dog’s army comes to beat us and steal everything we own?” she snaps, “What then, Bdubs?”

The cat yowls, and you glance down to see it bumping its head into Cleo’s legs.

She looks down. “Hi kitty,” she sighs, kneeling down. She offers it her hand to sniff, only for it to bolt back to the person it lead you to. “No, we can’t—”

“WAAAAAWR!”

You blink down at it, and it yowls again. You walk back over to the person, kneeling in front of them again. 

“Dog goon or not, they’re just somebody out here tryna survive like the rest of us,” you say, “The least we can do is get ‘em some water.”

Cleo sighs. ��If this bites us in the ass, I’ll kill you both,” she blurts.

Cleo walks over and easily scoops the person into her arms. “Jesus, this fucker’s lanky,” she mumbles, readjusting her grip. “Alright, let’s go.”

The cat jumps up onto your shoulders, and the entire walk back, it doesn’t stop purring.

You wish you could give the person a bed or something to lay on, but the truck’s still too hot, so the gas station floor it is. As soon as Cleo laid them down, the cat jumped down to curl up by their face.

You both have no choice but to sit and keep watch. You alternate between scanning the shelves for anything you missed on your first assessment of this place and watching over the stranger. You’re trying desperately to remember where you saw them—obviously, they’re one of the Dog’s guys, but the Dog’s had a lot of guys and done a lot of things. You don’t think this is his Ripper, he doesn’t leave the Dog’s side. But then… who would the Dog just dump on the side of the road?

The person suddenly coughs, startling you out of your thoughts. 

“H—” They start, only to break down into more coughing. They sit up and spit yellowish bile onto the tile.

“Hey! Hey, no doin’ that!” you blurt, leaning down and grabbing their shoulders to help them sit up. “Don’t you go vomitting up blood or whatever all over yourself, ‘cause we ain’t got spare clothes for you.”

The stranger blinks, trying to scramble away from you but butting up against the wall. Their cat mewls and crawls into their lap, and they look down at it. Their brows draw together, and they cautiously scratch its head, before looking back up at you.

“Who… are… you…?” they rasp, slow and crackly and broken.

You beam. “B-Double-O, your savior. You got a name, sunshine?”

They tilt their head. “E—” They lean away to cough. “Etho.”

#writing #ok i dont normally post like. random scenes like this to tumblr #but this one will probably not make it into anything i have planned for the au and i think. yall need like a taste of it or smth #also i know scar's supposeed to be the one with the special cat or whatever but like. ive had pineapple pizza for 5 minutes #and if anything bad happens to him im killing everyone here and then myself (exaggeration) #danger days au

[askamnesiamoonjumper]

For the AU, was there anything that inspired or gave you the idea you’d use for Eclipse? Or was it just an off-hand curiosity of “what would happen if Snatcher and Moonjumper fused”??

Oh yeah definitely! I had LOADS of different hypothetical for fun iterations of the basic concept of eclipse before, most of it being “what if mj and snatch became prince again”

one just had the two go back in time and run into prince or run into family or prominent people from their past, one was they get turned human again along with Delilah too and have to go to tg to fix it and it was more of a DID situation and not just they’re prince like eclipse is, one was they get turned human AND are sent to the past so they have to blend in, most of these either where angsty or for comedy which most where comedy which I liked it was just me having fun with hypotheticals plus was a good bit of fresh air from everything else being angsty, fun fact the they and Delilah are stuck human again idea was actually canon for a hot second before I scraped it for symbolism and arc reasons for Delilah it didn’t make sense for the twins to get roped into it when it was more a effect on HER arc not theirs,

but yeah in all those what if ideas I always just made them become prince but never once considered them STAY a ghost of some kind, and so one night I was doing one of those hypothetical indulgence ideas just making stuff up as I went, it was a pretty wild idea but ultimately it ended up working into canon but I’m not spoiling other then it’s where eclipse first shows up! My basic idea was just cool fusion with flowey jacket and LONG hair the long hair made me so excited I love Ellie’s hair lol, and I knew I wanted them to have white hair because of human mj who sadly never saw the light of day in canon for symbolism so eclipse was my excuse to use the white hair, I also vividly wanted them to have red fire or fire hair of some kind, but that was the basic concept so I did concept art for them (which actually was where I got their redesign from because the off the shoulders jacket wasn’t in the first design yet it was in my first concept sketch but I was mad at myself for not using it so that’s where the idea of their redesigned outfit was lol) their name actually took me a bit, I actually considered the name lukewarm because snatch is hot/has fire magic and mj is cold, plus this was when I debated the luka name for prince so it was a funny pun BUT didn’t really work for a name, so I got the idea of a more moon related name so I got eclipse because it’s got the same basic concept of hot/cold or sun/moon symbolism! And now the rest is history! I kept getting cool ideas to use them in and now there’s a whole epilogue planned just to explore eclipse and the prince twins dynamic and arcs ^^

#a!au

[maydays-medbay]

College AU info dump

Yeah! This is all in reference to my previous post, which includes some overall information and then some specifics when it comes to which characters are teachers/students and other pieces of info like that! Without further ado, onto the info!

General AU Information

All of the features of characters in the AU are based on their alternate mode in canon and/or if they have any animalistic features! For example, Karma is a flier, so he has wings designed after the Red-Shouldered Hawk! Fliers aren't limited to bird wings, but they should have some type of wings to be able to fly around! The same logic applies to any characters with sea-based alt mods, or any characters that share features with some kind of animal.

The helm, servos, and pedes will be the most mechanical feature of the characters in the AU, as the helm and servos look identical to canon! The pedes can as well, or they can just me more mechanized looking feet (that's how Karma is able to wear shoes). Everything else is semi-organic looking.

Characters can either be in College, as students or staff, or already out of College. Depends on the character tbh

Each student character can have a maximum of two majors and two minors. Students can also be in a maximum of 3 clubs/extracurriculars.

There are all kinds of Clubs, go fucking wild

I haven't thought much about pets, but it would be fun for organic pets to exist. The only thing is that humans don't live on the planet the college is on, nor are they able to attend it because of where the planet is, so idk how organic pets would come to be. Especially not transformer-sized ones.

Characters can also work at several different places outside of college! These are the cybertronian equivalents of fast food places, cafes, cinemas, etc. etc.. For simplicity we can just call them real-world Earth locations, despite humans and Earth not really being a big part of the AU. Idk lol

The world itself is pretty organic, meaning that it looks more like earth in terms of environment with a few differences. This means that we can have the typical Coffee date scene. Hoo-fucking-rah

(OCs can be teachers, out of College, or students. I am very open to this kind of stuff, so go nuts)

Canon Character Roles/Places in the AU (THIS IS BY NO MEANS COMPLETE, AND SUGGESTIONS ARE WELCOME!!)

Ultra Magnus is the School's Principal/Headmaster

Rodimus is the "cool" Vice principle/Deputy Headmaster

Ratchet is the School Nurse/Doctor

Drift teaches Yoga as an extra Curricular

Ambulon is a Health Teacher

Pharma is the Biology teacher (that nobody likes)

Rung is a Psychology Teacher and a School Councilor

Perceptor is a Chemistry Teacher

Wheeljack is an Engineering Teacher

Megatron teaches Politics and the equivalent of ELA

Blaster is the owner of a DJ/Nightclub

Swerve has a Bar

Jazz teaches music

Prowl is head of security

Cyclonus probably teaches History

Overlord is a Fashion Designer (Already out of college)

Rewind is a History major

Chromedome is (probably) a Psychology major

more TBA!!

Feel free to ask me any questions about the AU, because it will help me expand it in the end!

#What if Karma was in school? #College AU #I'm a little tired so I can't think of everything that I talked about with dimo #transformers #maccadam #My AU #add your ocs! I'd love to see them interacting with the AU #I am so happy with this lol #It all came to be after I randomly thought #now boom #college #Does this mean a lot of them are in debt-

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Non-Famous AU Masterlist

but underneath we had a fear of flying (ao3) - mimi_reads michael/calum G, 2k

Summary: To say Michael's afraid of flying would be an understatement. He is fucking terrified.

or, michael and calum meet on a plane

changing flights so you’d stay with me (ao3) - bellawritess michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 9k

Summary: “No shit,” Luke says. “A famous guy bought your coffee?”

Calum flips the magazine open as best he can with one hand. It opens to one of those tear-out-page posters, and there’s Michael, captured in the middle of playing his guitar onstage, red lights bleeding out behind him and mouth open in front of a microphone in a stand, as if he’s frozen in place, mid-song. He looks good playing guitar, comfortable onstage.

“A hot famous guy, no less,” Calum says.

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Or: five times Calum saw Michael in an airport, and the one time Michael saw Calum.

even if i want to, i can't look away (it ain't easy to forget you) (ao3) - bellawritess luke/calum T, 4k

Summary: “Calum,” Luke says. It might be wishful thinking, but Calum is pretty sure he sounds happy. “What’s up? Haven’t heard from you in a while.”

Yeah. Since Luke moved to London. Well. Since Luke got cast in a play in the West End and relocated in less than a week. Calum knows exactly when they last spoke was, and not only because there’s a time stamp on the text messages. Luke’s play — okay, the play Luke is starring in — had been a smashing success, and after he’d left Calum on read three times in a row, Calum had gotten the unsent message loud and clear.

Everything Has Changed (ao3) - mukedayparade michael/luke N/R, 6k

Summary: Michael has been obsessed with Luke Hemmings and his band 5 Seconds of Summer for 3 years, and all he’s wanted since then was to get a chance to meet them.

Fine Print - @daydadahlias​​ (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) luke/ashton M, 61k

Summary: If Michael says Ashton Irwin will be a good bodyguard then sure, Luke will put his money on Ashton being a good bodyguard. Besides, all Luke needs is a shadow. So what if he doesn’t like him?

Who ever cared about liking their shadow anyway?

or the one where Luke is a heartbroken solo artist who can't sleep and Ashton is his less-than-enthusiastic bodyguard

for real (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum E, 63k

Summary: There’s an order to things in LA. An established code of conduct between celebrity and mere mortal, wherein the mere mortal does not engage with the celebrity unless it is an approved event, like a red carpet or a meet & greet. It’s a symbiotic relationship that allows the celebrities to live their lives in relative peace and allows the mere mortals to look upon their beauty in the wild.

Homecoming - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) ot4 T, 4k

Summary: Luke is an up and coming famous singer with quite a big following already. He’s just gotten home from his six month tour, and he’s reunited with his three non-famous boyfriends. Luke decides to take a big leap and come out with his three boyfriends.

it's going to be okay - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) michael/ashton, luke/calum G, 4k

Summary: Michael is a big name celebrity, in the same group as Harry Styles and Taylor Swift. He has supportive husband Ashton by his side, but not everything is sunshine and rainbows for the couple.

it's obvious i just can't get enough of you (ao3) - nationalnobody calum/ashton E, 8k

Summary: It’s 6PM and Calum is angry. Calum isn’t an angry guy but there is only so much Michael Clifford Bullshit ™ that one human being can physically take. Being the super cool-headed and level guy he is, he heads to the gym to wind down and relax. Everything is going peachy until a fucking sex deity with curly hair has to bend over across the room and destroy any shred of cool in his body.

let's make this night last forever (ao3) - bellawritess michael/calum T, 3k

Summary: “You — you just bid $2000 on a date with Michael Clifford.”

Calum blinks, a lot, and picks his head up off Luke’s shoulder. “Who the fuck is Michael Clifford?”

Long Time, No See (ao3) - ConfusedPython michael/luke, calum/ashton T, 23k

Summary: Michael hears a song on the radio, catches a radio interview where 5 Seconds of Summer talks about their new single (Beside You). And the names and voices are familiar. Then someone knocks at the door and maybe Michael's luck isn't so bad after all.

Love At First Sight - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 3k

Summary: A shared bruises soulmate au in which Michael and Calum are already soulmates and Ashton is still waiting for his soulmate, and he also happened to get stuck with an incredibly clumsy soulmate.

Number One (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHkook) michael/luke T, 3k

Summary: Michael hasn't seen his musician of a best friend in a year since he left for a world tour.

Off-Screen (ao3) - allsassnoclass (brightblackholes) luke/ashton G, 3k

Summary: Now that classes are being taught from home due to the pandemic, students are getting a glimpse into Professor Irwin's home life, especially when his mysterious husband keeps interrupting class.

Trouble Is I Can't Find A Way (You're Part of Me) (ao3) - sunsetmagnolia luke/ashton T, 24k

Summary: Ashton didn’t know what to make of the thought that Luke was here. In his city. After all the effort he’d put into making sure they were a whole country away from each other for so many years.

unmute (ao3) - allsassnoclass (brightblackholes) luke/ashton, michael/crystal M, 21k

Summary: In 2011, Luke Hemmings met Ashton Irwin for the first time. In 2020, he told the world they’re married. This is the story of everything that happened in between.

we’ve got time on our side (ao3) - fannyann luke/calum, calum/liam E, 57k

Summary: Calum meets Luke in the midst of buying new underwear. Two tours and a lot of heartache later, they finally get it right.

You Are My Getaway (Something about the Sunshine) (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton, michael/calum N/R, 20k

Summary: Ashton Irwin just wants to get through senior year to finally leave Kalamazoo, Michigan. On a family trip to Los Angeles, he finds himself literally bumping into Lucas Hemmings, a teen pop sensation. Even though it doesn’t make sense, Ashton finds he actually gets along with the huge celebrity.

With paparazzi trying to catch their every move and Luke’s career to think about, their relationship might be ruined before it’s started. What will happen when they get found out?

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #masterlists #au #nonfamous #nonfamous masterlist

[theinsanecrayonbox]

Sins of Sinister #1

Ok right off the bat disclaimers: this is all obviously an AU setting, so continuity hiccups are forgivable to a degree, and we can be less nitpicky about character assassination. For those new here, AoA is actually my favorite comic arc, so this being billed and built like it has me interested.

Ok so Sinister has Moiras he pops on occasion to reset timelines for his own purposes, thus how we are here and how it’ll get undone at the end. Cool, I’m on board.

We open up with Sinister going to the Pit (why do they still use that when Vic and crew roofed they could escape it???) but then reveal that most of the council of dumb is Sinister infected…which honestly does explain a lot. They fight at the table to make the non-infected not question their motives. But they’re releasing respawning to the human population…ok…

I know it’s Sinister’s evil master plan, but again, if your population never decreases there’s no need for new births, plus you will run out of resources and culture will stagnate.

Anywhos, that bit of logic aside, it’s actually not that bad a plan

Sinister is handing out tainted artificial X-genes that will alter people’s dna and minds to his way of thinking. Very zombie plague. And…

Wait…isn’t that what crazy anti-vaxx people think is going on? An inoculation meant to prolong one’s life/health but secretly is mind controlling you and rewriting your dna. Oh geeze, is this Secret Empire again where the comics writers think they’re playing current events but don’t realize they’re doing it on the wrong side? Yikes!

Ahem, moving on…at least that excuses why there’s a Sinister!Cap when he’s not part of the X-stable I guess…

But wait it was working though? I don’t understand…

So we montage through Sinister’s take over. They nuke Krakoa’s brain, claim Orchis did it so humankind will turn on them. Defeat Thanos, podperson several major players so they’re on their side, Sinister gets out of the Pit and starts his happy fun chimera time, Storm realizes stuff is wacky and peaces out then hooks up with Raven and Irene. Sinister pretty much wins and humanity is all “yeah cool bro” about it

Well not everyone (yay resistance is plausible!) but hey is Spidey/Nightcrawler called ‘Night Legion’, or are all the Nightcrawler hybrids called that?

But we then wind down with Sinister realizing he gave the council of dumb too much free will and decides to go hit the reset button…but someone stole all his toys. So now he’s all ‘zomg I’m stuck in this timeline now!!!’

So yeah, I’d say it’s a pretty good start to this event. It cleanly states where it is on the main timeline, and we have a steady progression of the takeover. I love AoA, but it’s bulk did just start with ‘Xavier dead, bad stuff happened, look at the messed up present’ which is fine and good, but SoS has us starting at the present and says ‘ok see what happens now going forward’ and idk, it’s just kinda nice to see a logical progression? The island of stupid has so little logic at times a small bit is nice to have as a treat.

No signs of Arkady yet though…I know there’s a Sabrecrawler in ‘Nightcrawlers’, but no Omega Red yet…then again he didn’t get much in AoA either so *shrugs*

I’m here for this ride. It’s clearly an AU that will get reset at the end and may or may not leave marks on the main timeline, we’ll see.

#kp reads comics #kp rants about comics #eh not a rant but its my tag

[theveryworstthing]

So over on patreon Trevor asked for my take on the Addams Family and I grew up LOVING the Addams family movies so here we are. Instead of doing a straight up style interpretation, I decided to do a full on design challenge, using the characters as bases to make a black southern gothic Addams au. I actually drew the kids first, using the character bases of Wednesday and Pugsley to create some delightful kiddos I'm calling Sunday and Blanche. I of course then redesigned Gomez and Morticia into Carlisle and Mortesha.

The Addams have a very specific high aristocratic goth aesthetic (they've got a butler and nobody really works among other things) so in this re-imagining I wanted to go with vibes that run a little more middle class/upper middle class.  I thought it would be interesting to think about what would be considered weird and off-putting in an entirely different culture, and how being a big ol' goth is way less controversial than it used to be.

I tried to keep this short (HAHAHAHAHAHA) so I didn't spin off into an essay about villain coded families, black people in the horror genre, and normalcy as it pertains to social survival, but just...bits of that are in these designs and lore. Keep that in mind.

Also I made the kids twins because they've flip flopped in age so much in different media and also twins run in my family (i'm the daughter of one). And let's face it, I'm pulling a lot of their southern gothic traits from living as a southern goth so *shrug*.

10 thousand pounds of lore incoming loooooooooool.

The Parents

From the moment he saw her he knew that there was a 50/50 chance of him either never making it out of that swamp alive or marrying the figure that was creeping out from under the distant willow tree in a black cocktail dress. The third time she found him trussed up in one of her traps, he complimented her rope work and asked if she'd like to go out sometime after his head wound stopped bleeding.

Or while it was still bleeding.

If she was into that.

Some kids and a mysteriously burnt down Piggly Wiggly later, their love is still as strong and inescapable as a bear trap in a sink hole.

Carlisle Guillermo (now Addams through marriage but I wanted to give him two first names for a name since Gomez has two last names) makes a vaguely described living practicing ‘law’ around town. A loophole king, people come to him from miles around with contracts signed in blood, fights over chunks of hair buried in their rivals’ yard, dehydrated primate hands, memories that seemed like dreams until the evidence of their happenings became too real, and other regular Legal Items asking for counsel which he is all too happy to give. For a price. Sometimes that price is a homemade pie and sometimes it’s a million dollars, depends on who you are. Whatever you’re asked to pay it’s worth that price, and if you try to scam him out of work or he just plain doesn’t like you? Well. He knows how to twist a contract better than anything at the crossroads.

And he always gets his due.

He doesn’t just serve the local (living)humans though, there are many things that need proper legal representation in this day and age. You wouldn’t believe how many city councils try to build on sacred burial grounds even after he lets them know that his ghostly clients are totally gonna haunt the FUCK out of the ensuing shitty condos and curse their families for all eternity. At least 50% of his energy goes towards dealing with real estate bullshit.

Carl is an excitable and good natured(?) man who loves his family, cigars, dancing, and his many knife-based hobbies. People find him very charming once they get past the feeling that they’re talking to a sultry gator badly disguising itself as a human. I didn’t put a ton of deep thought into designing him, mostly I wanted to make a middle aged dude who looked like he would have been voted ‘most likely to smooch the literal devil’ in high school. Tbh he probably has, but no demonic ex’s can compare to his lovely wife~

Mortesha Addams(her name was already perfect so I just tweaked it)is a woman of many talents. A self proclaimed homemaker, she prides herself on a greenhouse full of Concerning Foliage, a beautiful wasp apiary, and a coop full of what are probably chickens that she keeps for what are probably eggs. She’s also an avid creator of the outsider art that can be seen around the estate. She has taken on the family business of selling her homemade goods in a little stall by the road just outside the swamp with her mom, and makes pretty good money doing so. A surprising amount of poison gets bought in quaint southern towns.

Speaking of poison, people who come out to the edge of the swamp to buy it are usually carrying a lot of secrets around, and Mortesha knows most of them. It’s not like she pries the truth out of people, it just so happens that many nervous hellos eventually turn into the tragic backstory power hour if she’s alone with a client for long enough. She supposes that’s just how people are. Despite the fact that the Addams are very active in the community (whether the community likes it or not) she especially, as a direct descendant of the first Addams matriarch, is seen as…Well not an outsider because the community feels A Certain Way about outsiders and despite it all the Addams are their people, but maybe something like an exception. They feel like whatever weirdness they’re hiding can’t be weirder than any given Addams, so they get a little loose with their words.

This is amusing to her, since Addams’ don’t naturally keep the kind dramatic secrets that their surface level prim and proper neighbors do. It’s much more fun to openly talk about those things.

Do they have a sadly decrepit yet terrifying grandma up in the attic? Yeah, like three. They got a tv, all the creepy porcelain dolls they could want, and they’re close to family. Where do you keep your gram-grams?

Any bodies buried on the property? Yeah some, but most are thrown to the gators.

Any creeping through the balmy summer night with ill intentions? Yeah dude, everyone loves a nice family stroll.

What about dangerous forbidden love? If an adult Addams isn’t incorporeal then they’re either queer or in a torrid romance with some person/thing mysteriously drawn to that awful swamp. Sometimes both at the same time. Most times actually.

Mortesha would know.

The current head of the Addams family is just as outgoing as her husband but a lot quieter and harder to read. She never really seems to get mad about much and always has a genteel smile for everyone whether they deserve it or not. A seven foot tall human shaped “Oh, bless your heart”. A perfectly composed Lady even when she’s, oh I dunno, burning down a Piggly Wiggly. You know. A regular southern mom. Chat her up at the hair salon for 50% off a jar of wasp honey with your next purchase of a mysterious but foreboding packet of herbs.

Designing her was pretty easy because I just drew a lankier Grace Jones and called it a day. I had some problems with her outfit simply because if we were going HARD southern gothic then she’d probably be wearing a white/cream dress with a fuller skirt but I thought keeping the silhouette and the black was more important. She’s supposed to be an anti southern gothic southern gothic character anyway. A woman who looks like she has a million secrets who is actually the most open person you could meet. For better or worse. The red hair came from a coloring error that I really ended up liking (my mom had red hair her whole childhood that only darkened up in high school so I can buy that an Addams can be naturally fire engine red) and the veil was to get more of that classic Morticia silhouette in there.

The Children

Sunday and Blanche are the twin children of Carlisle and Mortesha Addams. Some say the Addams clan got their cursed homestead when a wealthy local businessman made a deal with the devil and lost, leaving his grand mansion to his least favorite maid and cutting his losses once he realized that the swamp would do everything it could to drag the house into the water and take what was owed with its horrible curse. Others say that the family has just always squatted there and no one really cares because man, fuck that particular swamp. Have you been in there? Absolute horror show.

Anyway.

Blanche is the more outgoing sibling and quite the engineer/mad scientist in the making. He started going grey at 2 weeks old but considering he was also rocking some extra fingers, toes, and a tiny tail (he takes after his dad), his parents just put it on the 'not life threatening' pile and decided not to worry about it. He's the kind of smart that teachers find utterly infuriating, less a dog eagerly learning and obeying commands and more a hyena who keeps teaching itself how to pick locks. He has a few friends in his school's robotics club (which they honestly allowed him to make so the school could contain his... creations) but mostly hangs out with his sister exploring the swamp. They find all sorts of neat things in there! wedding rings, suspiciously lumpy garbage bags, cloaked cultists who can't read private property signs, it's an adventure every day!

Blanche is all about experimentation with his creations, his look, and his tether to this mortal coil. Is lipstick a cool thing to try? Let's find out. Can he get out of a strait jacket fast enough after being pushed into the depths of the swamp by his sister? let's find out. He's not dead yet and confused local doctors can attest to the fact that he's rarely attained more than a bad bruise so he's pretty set on continuing to kiss rattlesnakes on their cute little heads and have his sister practice her knife throwing at him until that fact changes.

Blanche is very much a country goth. Cowboy boots (customized by his mom), knife, and lighter are daily accessories. He likes to wear the crusty swamp jewelry they find (the rust adds a splash of color!) and despite appearances he does try to keep himself neat. He's just got  natural Grunge Colors and a tendency to wear clothes he likes until they fall apart. Pugsley always seemed the most modernly styled to me (which might just be because little boys clothes have been the same for a long time) so I wanted Blanche to be the most purposely fashionable Addams. Everyone else is goth by nature, but he's the only one truly familiar with goth as an alternative fashion.

I got really into designing Blanche because honestly, I find Pugsley to be the most boring member of the family. And he was hard to design! I had to mess with his vibe a lot to get him looking how I wanted. I know he's supposed to evoke an " 'evil' little boy next door who's parents never reign him in", but that's just goth Dennis The Menace.  I's 2020. We can at least go queer goth Calvin.

Sunday was much easier to design. Wednesday was my favorite as a child (of course) and I really wanted to keep the spirit of her look while adding things like billowy sleeves (it gets HOT down here), big poofy twists instead of braids, and a nice tie. She's a professional after all, been running the local pet cemetery since she was 6 and the previous groundskeeper met with an unfortunate accident after telling her that tarantulas don't have souls. Her specialty is creating beautiful naturalistic animal funerals similar to those that Maquenda (https://linktr.ee/artofmaquenda) makes, and she takes pride in creating miniature dioramas of her subjects after each burial which she uses as a kind of 3D catalog for future clients.

She really wants to try out her skills on humans one day. Well. Publicly try out her skills. Lotta random bodies float into the swamp. None of them have turned down her requests for diorama models so far. Most seem downright flattered. Plus, she usually figures out which graveyard/crime scene they floated over from and gets her parents to give them a lift back. She'll even help enact terrifying revenge from beyond the grave on whoever put them there if she's not, y'know, busy.

Besides arts, crafts, and pet based funerary arrangements, Sunday is an avid lover of archery (any ranged weapon really), books where little fantasy adventure animals die dramatic deaths, and history. She is That Kid who eagerly raises her hand when asked who Christopher Columbus was and ends up being sent out of class after 15 minutes for making 'a scene'. Her favorite party trick is just picking an item in the room and talking about how it relates to either some obscure historical figure with a buck wild life or a horrible disaster. At least one charity pancake breakfast ended with children in tears after her vivid description of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919.

Social-wise, while Wednesday is the girl that people ask to smile because they think she'd, "look so pretty", Sunday is rarely asked anything at all. People just kind of assume from her quiet nature (in between horrible history facts) that she's angry all the time and that she hates everyone. This is untrue. She hates some people but she's ambivalent to most everyone else and even downright friendly if you bother to talk to her like a person instead of a terrifying cryptid. Like, she IS a terrifying cryptid but she's also a little girl.  

That’s about it for now. One day I might do the other family members but for now I’m happy with the four I’ve redesigned. Making an au! Lurch in a family that doesn’t do butlers could be interesting. Over on patreon I put forth that he could just be Motesha’s mute little brother (similar bone structure) but Amy Crook had the nice idea of quote: “ a mysterious "cousin" that "helps around the house" whose origins are both long in the past and faintly unsettling. He's good for lifting heavy things, like that tank of propane you're about to throw into the burning Piggly Wiggly... “ which i now consider canon. Who's kid is he? How old is he? Not important. Anyone willing to commit arson with you is family.

Annnnyway.  This challenge was a lot of fun! I love indulging in AU’s.

#long post #the addams family #Character Design #au #design challenge #i am incapable of doing a design challenge like a normal person #oh god i forgot the cut lol

[ordinaryschmuck]

Okay but imagine: AU where the Owl House is in the MCU and due to the multiverse breach, variants of Luz start appearing resulting in an army of Luz's from different timelines even dimensions with different goals and personalities but there's one thing that keeps them united, they all love Amity, except for that one Luz who has no idea who's Amity and unfortunately was jumped by a bunch of Luz's who said you don't trust a Luz who doesn't know who Amity is.

(For this one, I borrowed characters form AUs by @wiccsstuffs, @yogurthoopsart, and @moringmark...you can probably tell where this is going)

Into the Luz-verse

"What if she got kidnapped by the Emperor's Coven?!" Amity panicked as she, Gus, and Willow walked to the Owl House. "Or worse, what if she's sick and needs constant tender love and care!?"

"Then Eda will undoubtingly take care of her," Willow dryly told Amity, "Besides, don't you think you're overreacting? I mean, Luz missed one day of school. It's no big deal."

"It is a big deal! Luz loves school! She wouldn't miss it without reason!"

"She makes a good point."

"You're not helping, Gus!" Willow shouted.

"Sorry."

At long last, they made it to the familiar old house out in the woods, with the ever familiar annoying house demon guarding its front door.

"Hi, Luz's friends!" Hooty greeted the young witches, "What brings you here--"

"Is Luz alright!?" Amity cut to the chase.

"Oh, yeah, she's fine! All of them are, in fact!"

"You see, Amity? Luz is--" But Willow blinked, finally catching on to what Hooty said. "I'm sorry, did you say all of them?"

"Yepperoni! See for yourself."

Hooty then swung the door open, revealing...something no one would have expected.

Because inside the living room of the Owl House were eight versions of Luz Noceda, each with their unique outfit, style, and even features.

"...Did you wish really hard?" Willow asked Amity.

"Shut up."

"Friends!" shouted one Luz in a Hexide uniform. "And awesome girlfriend. What brings you here?"

"...You didn't show up to school, and we got worried," Gus explained, "Er, well, Amity got worried."

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that. We've been dealing with a bit of an issue over here."

"Clearly," Willow nodded, "My question is...what are these...versions of you?"

"Well, it's like you said. They're versions of me. But from different universes. Pretty cool, right?"

"So cool..." Amity said, stupified.

"Titan's Elbow..." Willow muttered out of annoyance.

"And they're all totally different, too."

Luz pointed at a version of her sitting on the couch, arms crossed, expression indifferent, wearing a green jacket, ripped black jeans, and a red beanie with two strands of hair sticking out.

"That one's from a universe where everything's pretty much the same," Luz explained, "The only real difference is that everyone's, like, two or three years older and a lot ruder. I call her Hipster Luz."

"Up yours!" Hipster Luz growled, "I'm not a hipster."

"Then why are you dressed like one?"

"Ha. Great comeback, Pipsqueak. Now here's mine."

She then proceeded to give a crude gesture involving one of her fingers.

"Yeah, you see what I mean about the whole rude thing?" Luz Prime asked her friends. She then pointed at the Luz sitting next to Hipster Luz. "The one in the purple striped t-shirt and black jeans is Dark Luz."

"Hello!" Dark Luz waved.

"Why is she called Dark Luz?" Gus asked, "She doesn't seem that dark."

"I'm called that because, where I'm from, the Boiling Isles is in Hell!"

"Ok, yeah, that'll do it."

"You seem pretty chipper for someone who's, you know, in Hell," Willow pointed out.

"Eh, it's not like making a bad situation any worse is going to solve anything."

"...I oddly respect that."

"Ooh! Also, where I'm from, humans can do natural magic! Watch:"

Dark Luz then closed her eyes and clasped her hands. After concentrating really hard, a light yellow ora soon enveloped her hands. Once it dissipated, Dark Luz opened her palms, and a ball of light came out.

"Tada!"

"Woah!" Shouted one Luz in golden armor and a white cape as she ran up to Dark Luz. "How did you do that?! Also, can you PLEASE teach me that?!"

"Maybe."

"That's Golden Luz, by the way," Luz pointed out, "She comes from a universe where Emperor Belos raised her and made her a golden guard alongside Hunter."

"...I'm sorry, what?"

"It's not that big of a deal," Golden Luz brushed off the insanity of her origins. "Uncle Belos is actually pretty sweet...sometimes."

"Did you just say 'UNCLE?!'"

"Pretty sure Belos is the devil in my universe," Dark Luz said, ignoring Willow's outburst.

"Well, that's you're universe," Golden Luz argued, "As we can tell, people from different universes can have drastically different personalities. Like Hipster Luz."

"I'm not a hipster!"

"Or Swap Luz," she then pointed to a Luz in a black hoodie and orange hair. "She looks a lot like the rest of us. The only difference is that she basically has Amity's personality."

"Your versions of Amity," Swap Luz said, "To me, she's basically the same as all of you."

"And mine's definitely not like any of yours," Hipster Luz, "Seriously, if Fwippy is anything to go by, then the rest of you girls are all on easy street. Believe me when I say that the bite marks I got from that witch weren't exactly pleasing...Ok, some were. But most weren't."

"First off, gross. Second, don't call me 'Fwippy,' you Hipster!"

"Why is she called Fwippy, anyway?" Willow asked.

"Because of her ears," Luz Prime said, "When she gets embarrassed, they make a cute little fwip-fwip."

And it was then that Willow, Gus, and Amity noticed the pointy ears on Swap Luz.

"Wait, she's a witch?!" Willow exclaimed.

"Yup, that's why we call her Swap Luz," Luz Prime explained. "Not only is she and her Amity's personalities are swapped, but also their races. In Swap Luz's universe, she's is the witch, and Amity is the human. Isn't that neat?"

"But why do her ears go fwip-fwip?" Gus asked.

"Look, it's just a thing that witches do in my universe!" Swap Luz exasperatedly told him. "I don't understand why it's exclusive to mine, but it is! So don't judge me for it!"

And, because she felt a little embarrassed, Swap Luz's ears actually did a little fwip-fwip.

"Aw, that is cute!" Amity cooed, making the fwipping worse and forcing Swap Luz to pull her hood over her head.

"But why call her 'Swap Luz?'" Willow asked, "Why not call her something simpler like 'Witch Luz?'"

"Because there's already a 'Witch Luz.' And it's her."

Luz Prime pointed to a Luz in a purple cape with some of it covering the bottom half of her face and the rest of her attire looking similar to Luz's casual look but seeming like it came from the Boiling Isles.

"And why is--"

"Because I'm also a witch who came from the Boiling Isles," Witch Luz answered the question before it was asked. "Except my situation is that I'm trapped in the human world where I became what is basically a superhero that fights against monsters from my world while also trying to find a way back home."

"...That sounds awesome!" Gus exclaimed.

"Doesn't it!?" Luz Prime joined in, "I keep telling her that if her life was a series, I would absolutely binge it non-stop."

"And I still have no idea what that means," Witch Luz confessed. "Besides, it's not like I'm the only superhero here."

"Oh, yeah, that's right. There's also a version of me that's Spider-Man...somehow."

On cue, a Luz in white and purple spandex with pink webs hung upside from the ceiling, holding on to a strand of webbing.

"For the record, I'm not a Spider-Man, whoever that is," she said, "My name is La Arácnida."

"I thought you said your name was La Araña?"

"No, it's La Arácnida. La Araña is taken...apparenlty."

"How do you know that?"

"I just do."

"Well, what if La Arácnida is taken too?"

"Then I'm open to suggestions!"

"I have one last question," Gus raised his hand. "Who's that?"

He pointed over to one Luz in the corner, tied to a chair and looking very pouty.

"Oh, that's Evil Luz," Luz Prime simply said.

"I'm not evil!" Evil Luz protested, "Seriously, Golden Luz is raised by Emperor Belos! How is she not Evil Luz?!"

"Hey, Uncle Belos isn't evil!" Golden Luz defended, "Sure, he has a few sour spots, may or may not have abused Hunter, petrifies witches who don't join covens, kills palismans--Oh, my Titan, is Uncle Belos evil?"

"Yes!" everyone in the room responded.

"But the reason why Evil Luz is Evil Luz is simple," Luz told her friends, "You see, she comes from a universe where almost everything is the same except that it's a universe without Amity. Which is horrifying to think about. And when we told her all about you, guess what she said."

"All I said was that I didn't see the appeal!" Evil Luz exclaimed, "How does that make me evil?"

"It makes you a monster is what it does!" Swap Luz yelled at her. "How can you not see the appeal of someone so pure of heart?!"

"Again, that's your Amity," Hipster Luz pointed out. "Ours is actually a lot less pure. Especially mine."

"I don't know. Mine's a little nice, actually," said Dark Luz. "I even drew art of us as best friends the first day we met because she was nice to me."

"Look, I just don't understand it, alright?" Evil Luz spoke again, "I mean, don't get me wrong, looking at her, she's cute. But I don't know how Amity can be the irresistible goddess that most of you call her as."

"Because we have hearts, and you don't, you evil scourge!" Luz Prime yelled.

"I'm not evil!"

"What I still don't understand is how did all these...yous came here, Luz?" Willow questioned her best friend.

"You know as much as I do, to be honest," Luz Prime shrugged. "I was just about ready to head to school when, suddenly, all these versions of me started to appear out of nowhere inside the living room."

"If I had to wager a guess," said La Arácnida, "I'd say someone in the multiverse messed up really bad and caused a convergence of people from different worlds to show up at the same place in the same time."

"...But why is it all versions of you?" Willow asked, "And why was it all in this universe?"

"That's why I called it a guess, not an answer. I honestly have no idea."

"So...what now, then."

"Well, we figured we'd all hang out until one of us figure out a way to get all the Luzs back to their universes," Luz Prime said, "Seems to be going great so far. Eda's definitely into it."

"The more kids, the merrier, if you ask me," Eda said, bringing in a tray of drinks. "Who's thirsty?"

"I am!" responded all the Luzs.

"Can I have a straw for mine?" Evil Luz asked. "I'm kind of tied up at the moment, pun not intended.

"Of course," said Dark Luz, "Because, unlike you, we're not evil."

"I'M NOT EVIL!"

"Sure you're not."

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