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mud-castle · 8 months
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That moment when your father doesn't consider you as a candidate for a political marriage so you strike out on your own, kidnap your estranged sister's children, and use them to propose to your political ally's marriage candidate.
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zu-is-here · 1 year
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Does Dream and cross plan to have a second child now that aim is a little older?
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coenubiaseraph · 1 month
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Putting him into snowy mountains just feels right- I'm also back on my dragon Dark Cacao/Theobroma agenda. I will not budge on that. I designed this outfit to make him look like the cacao tree- I still need to fully paint the alternative version of this, so I only have the capeless version-
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sourtomatola · 5 months
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Two jobs, for two bots.
This is for the Midsummer nightmare's boys! I had to draw this after that dream sequence ^^
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puppetmaster13u · 4 months
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I woke up thinking about selkies, and am now rotating Selkie batfam. And things like even when communication between them is at its worst they still trust each other to leave their skins with each other. And them learning to trust their friends and people outside the family to start doing the same with them too y'know.
Also just rotating big seal Bruce with his lil loaf children curled up with him both at home and in a room on the Watchtower. And also rotating what types of seals each of them appear like.
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lelanida · 5 months
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Murals of Alef the archer and Resh the sword wielder
Between light and darkness
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thxrnking · 4 months
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Tainted Love - a dark!Jacklust one shot
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Summary - A dark shadow has been creeping across the Danceverse and after trying to help, you find yourself dragged before the Swan Prince. Horrible truths build upon terrifying revelations as it slowly dawns on you, there may not be a way out.
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It was a mistake. A calculated risk you took but your Math didn’t quite check out. Your friends told you not to do it but you couldn’t just let those Swan minions take that poor innocent man. He made it out but the cost was your own freedom.
Swan Tower stands tall at the epicentre of the Swan Empire. No one who enters is ever seen as themselves again. Either they die or are turned and naturally you’re not overly fond of either option. Struggling against your captors and squirming in their grip to get away makes no difference. Their clawed hands hold tight; their emotionless faces don’t change. Eventually sick of the fight they take a tighter grip and proceed to half-drag and half-carry you in.
The throne room is a large cavernous space devoid of much of anything except for the throne at the far end and the large swan statue behind it. It’s hollow and empty and as you shout yet again to be let go your voice bounces around the entire room back and forth in a cruel mockery of you. As you approach the throne you notice a figure draped across it, one that is very familiar.
The former Jack Rose. While wearing the same old red suit, his once iconic red hair is now a stark black, with a small pink streak, while his bright pink feather boa has almost completely turned black. No one truly knows what happened to him, only that he prefers to go by Jack Swan now and is a twisted shadow of his former self.
As you’re brought before the throne you’re thrown to the floor, barely catching yourself before you chip your teeth. You look to the throne. The Swan Prince is sat sideways, his legs over one arm while his back rests against the other. He isn’t looking at you, his attention taken by some dust or dirt on his gloves instead.
Seconds tick past as you desperately look around hoping to see some sort of way out, but with Jack Swan before you, the minions who brought you in still behind you, and a hundred and fifty feet to the nearest doorway, you’re stuck waiting for him to acknowledge you.
“You can’t do this, you know,” Swan turns to you. He looks bored and as though your mere presence is nothing but a nuisance, “Getting in our way. It’s rude.”
You try to speak but your response is nonsense, torn between an apology you don’t mean and a scathing take-down that you don’t have the guts to back up. You’re not ignorant to the situation you find yourself in and honestly don’t know which road will get you the least tortured.
Swan chuckles, apparently finding your bumbling amusing as he swings his legs off the arm of the throne and moves to stand.
“We have this plan, you see. Very important, very precise and we just don’t care for those who make the mistake of standing in the way.” Each footstep as he walks forward echoes around you, piercing the air and cutting into your chest as you struggle to keep your calm, “So an example has to be made.”
Digging deep you find the strength to spit out that he doesn’t scare you. It doesn’t matter if it’s true or not, you won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you tremble.
“It’s not me you have to be afraid of,” Swan can’t help but laugh at your attempt at bravery, “Not when Mother gave me a powerful friend to do my dirty work.”
From behind the throne steps another figure. Taller, much darker in overall colour to the point it takes you a moment to realise just who you’re looking at. As it dawns on you, your jaw drops.
No!
Almost unrecognisable, Wanderlust as you’ve never seen him before steps forward. A purple shirt, blue pin-striped trousers, and a black feathered cape, while a black diamond over one eye makes it hard to look at him. The colours are similar enough that the more you look the more you see him, but the colours are unbalanced, almost like you’re looking at a fun-house mirror reflection given life. Worst of all, his crown, an iconic sight that’s inspired countless of citizens across all the Danceverse has been twisted, stretched, and spiked beyond recognition.
“You’re late.” Jack smirks as he watches your reaction, playfully admonishing Wanderlust without even turning.
“I’m sorry, your Highness.”
Rumours have been flying for weeks that Wanderlust had been overtaken but you never actually believed it before now, no one did. No one wanted to. He’s supposed to stand for all that is good and right and joyous about everything and if even he couldn’t stand up against the Night Swan then who could?
“I know that look.” The Swan Prince saunters forward, crouching before you and peering at you like you’re some animal, the smile never leaving his face, “I’ve seen that look a hundred times, hell I wore that look once, remember that Lust?” he calls over his shoulder but doesn’t wait for an answer, “then Mother taught me better and now I know. I understand that this is what’s best for everyone. The Swan Empire is what’s best for everyone.”
The smile falters and you see a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. Like he’s reading from a script and he’s just heard what he’s saying out loud for the first time and it doesn’t make sense.
Yes Jack. Remember, this isn’t right!
A blue hand falls on Jack’s shoulder and in a flicker the moment is gone. Self-assurance, confidence, and that hollow narcissistic bravado that had wavered is back in force. While the two of you were staring in silence, Wanderlust has stepped forward and with only a hand, silently anchored his partner back to reality. Swan reaches to place his own hand on top of Wanderlust’s.
“Even Wanderlust used to think like you.”
Jack Swan stands, stepping back slightly as Wanderlust reaches forward, wrapping his arms around his partner’s waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. Swan leans back into the hold.
“Now he knows better. Don’t you?”
“Yes, your Highness.”
Wanderlust nuzzles at his partner’s cheek with a small smirk while Swan melts further back into his possessive grip, humming as he drinks in the attention.
Then Swan swiftly turns in his partner’s hold, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him in. Wanderlust doesn’t hesitate, shifting just as their lips crush together so he can hold Swan just as tight. It’s forceful and passionate, both of them gripping and kissing as though the world will end the second they stop.
Everyone knew the rumours about Wanderlust and Jack Rose. Whispers of a forbidden bond that went unspoken and unfulfilled; an implicit trust that went beyond the mere friendship they showed to the world around them. Even so, the thought of them ever doing anything was laughable. No one would have accepted it.
Seeing them like this, unrestrained, you realise that their being paired together is no accident.
Both of them in their own right are powerful enough to stand against Night Swan, and given their strength they’re the most likely to question what they’re doing. But as long as she allows them to be together, free from judgement, free from expectation, if either should start to doubt, the other would be there to remind them exactly what they have to lose. As long as they’re allowed to keep the other near, there would be no rescuing either of them.
Swan stops, shoving Wanderlust away from him.
“Enough.”
Wanderlust lets go and steps back, watching intently as Swan brushes his suit down and straightens himself out. It’s like he’s waiting for further instruction, and he doesn’t have to wait long.
“Take care of this one,” Swan dismissively gestures over his shoulder at you, “I have to speak with Mother.”
Swan pauses, reaching out to cup Wanderlust’s cheek, allowing his fingers to brush down it as he walks away from you. Wanderlust turns, trying to let the fingers linger for as long as possible before they eventually drop off. Wanderlust then watches as his partner struts towards the exit.
The moment Swan is gone, Wanderlust finally turns his attention to you, stepping towards you. His lips are a firm line with the slightest hint of a smirk tugging at the very edges. The smile burns in his eyes, not even a sliver of the uncertainty you’d seen in Jack’s.
Trembling, you shakily get to your feet, able to feel the beat rumbling the floor beneath you. You know what’s coming. You know that against the former Prince of the Danceverse you’ll never win but you won’t go down without a fight.
The music strikes up, welling up around you and Wanderlust offers you one single piece of advice.
“It will hurt less if you don’t fight it.”
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uwu-scraptrappy · 3 months
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Fuck it. New saw au
Everyone except John is a kindergartener and John is their nice but scary teacher. The apprentices are the designated class helpers and use their status to bully the other kids into giving them the good snacks they earned for being good at the end of the day. Billy the Puppet is their class pet.
Amanda "dying" was her being transferred to a different class. Half the class held a big pretend vigil while the other threw a big party. John's "death" was him going on sick leave so little Mark Hoffman took over the classroom and started terrorizing the other kids
The traps are actually just the kids being tasked to write an essay explaining what they did and why they thought it was appropriate and how they won't ever do it again. If they "failed" the test they were put in time out, and if they succeeded they got to pick a snack out of John's giant snack jar.
The bathroom trap actually did happen but it was just Dr Gordon and Adam accidentally getting stuck in the boys bathroom. They also had an elaborate pretend wedding with Ring Pops and made John officiate the wedding. Actually the whole class makes John officiate all the pretend weddings and John takes them as seriously as a funeral.
Uhhhhhh I'm also adding vacuum flytrap to this bc no one can stop me. Little saw x janitor often cleans up after the other kids not because he likes it but because it's easy to steal things that way. Michael one day spots him sneaking snacks out of the jar and rats him out to John. They both had to do the tests only because Michael's snitching almost got a few kids expelled for no reason. They become very close friends and eventually become pretend husbands.
Also the plot of saw x is Cecelia and her gang doing "brain surgery" on John with toy knives and play doh and "scam" him out of his "money" so he and Amanda team up to "test" the little guys. Mateo still does "brain surgery" on himself.
Billy is more respected by the kids than John is at some points. He's just Billy, nothing changed. Except he has shrines in the bathrooms where kids leave cool rocks and flowers.
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awkwardpossum0 · 8 months
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For the LU moth ideas, maybe them trying to explain what a krill is or showing of some of their emotes? (i love the crossover btw)
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Campfire story time
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shivadraw · 1 month
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Dream and Nightmare were twins, they were born from the same tree before being 'freed' to protect it and its apples, everyone knew that, that’s what they would tell whoever bothered to ask them about it. What they didn't know is that despite having been created at the same time, Dream was the one who woke up first; someone had attacked the Tree of Feelings, and his mother's side of Negativity had been damaged, which prevented his twin from being able to leave his side of the tree, at least not without suffering serious damage. For months after, he took care of his little brother, slowly healing the tree's wound, he talked and talked so that Nightmare wouldn't feel alone, so that he knew that there was someone outside waiting for him. The day his brother was 'born' was the happiest of his life. And the day he returned home and found neither his little brother nor his mother was the worst of all.
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misschizuchi · 2 months
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I jumped out of my bed to ask
It's about godhood, small text might be a spoiler, be careful.
I heard that Gale can become a God as well as turn his s/o into one. Wiki says he chose his area of influence. Does his s/o choose as well? What is it? If doesn't
the question is
What gods would be bg3 characters, including your Tav/Durge? Divine patrons of what they could become if given a choice?
Also if someone already made a post with such question, throw a link at me. I'm just genuinely curious.
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shironoegakite · 9 months
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Sky: Children of the Light x Tears of the Kingdom
Is there even an sky community here? No? Okay.
Anyways, have these two I made and didn't post here lmao, they're 1/4 and 2/4 (because sky dailies.)
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zu-is-here · 2 years
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the new chapter is in progress but a quick meme is ready
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i3utterflyeffect · 16 days
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genuinely though can NOT imagine how badly things would go for victim in dcg au
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innytoes · 8 months
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Dark fantasy AU?
-In hindsight, as he's being chased through the forest, hunted by mythical creatures is not where Reggie thought he'd end up when his folks told him they were moving to Los Angeles. Honestly, considering how he used to roam the woods and fields near his Meemaw's farm, the fact that he'd stumbled into a fairy circle near the beach was almost insulting.
-It's not even that he manages to outrun them. It's that one night (he thinks it's night, though time moves differently here and light and dark are all tangled up and is the purple haze of the sky supposed to be dusk or dawn or just a dark stop of the forest?) he'd decided to just... give up.
He couldn't remember how long he'd been running, running from the pounding of hooves and the yapping of dogs that did not look anything like what a dog should look like. He couldn't remember a time where he wasn't hungry, or thirsty, or tired, but something inside of him just kept making him run and run and run
-But he'd had enough. So he just sat down, with his back towards the noise, and hoped they'll kill him quickly. And to comfort himself, he sang the lullaby his Meemaw used to sing when he was scared of the thunder.
-That's what saved him. One of the fae, Caleb, was so charmed by the song that instead of doing whatever it is they did with their prey, he bundled Reggie up and took him to his... castle. Dwelling. Domain.
-He was dressed in finery and made to sing as Caleb and the other fae danced and ate and did things that Reggie very much had not wanted to see, thank you very much. But eventually, they slept, and Reggie met... the other humans who were trapped here.
-Luke, a young boy who had run away from home to become a musician in 1875. He was distraught to hear Reggie tell him it was the nineties now. Even more distraught when Reggie clarified it was the 1990s.
-There was Alex, who had been cast out of his village for reasons he did not want to share, but that Reggie figured out pretty quickly when he saw the way he looked at Willie. He'd fallen asleep near a fairy circle, and the promises he'd been made had been so tempting, he'd said yes before he fully understood the deal.
-And then there was Willie. The boy who had been stolen from his parents, a changeling left in his place. Who had grown up here, a part of this world yet not really. Who did not know what the other boys meant when they talked about years, or America, or really the whole concept of 'family'.
-Luke's the one who tells them of their escape plan. Alex is worried they can't trust Reggie not to rat him out to Caleb, and Reggie is like: um excuse me I was just hunted for sport for who knows how long you think I wanna help that guy?
-But before he can Willie just tilts his head and says: his heart is pure.
-Which is very sweet but also a little creepy.
-Anyway, they do manage to escape Caleb's clutches somehow, and end up back in the human world.
-Being yeeted out of a little ring of mushrooms in the soil of a plant Ray overwatered in the big plant wall of the Molina studio was not particularly pleasant, okay. Considering a real human should not be able to fit through that. But Willie explained that as soon as a fairy portal grew, it was only a manner of time that the fairies would notice it and stake it out to see what they could lure to their realm.
-Somehow, Luke and Alex get thrown clear across the room, Luke slamming against the door, Alex dropping onto the concrete floor.
-Reggie's not sure if him crashing against a pretty wooden piano is better or worse. The sound it made was definitely worse.
-Somehow, Willie ends up sitting crosslegged on the little piano bench, and he turns and quickly crushes up the mushrooms to destroy the portal.
-Julie, of course, is screaming, Alex and Luke and Reggie are screaming. Willie is trying to explain to Julie she over-watered her fern and pouts when she runs away.
-No they're not ghosts but they are changed and they all have weird powers. Luke nearly cries with joy that he can still summon his guitar. Alex is really not okay with this whole 'walking through walls' thing. Reggie is sad he cannot summon a puppy or a pizza.
-Willie can teleport short distances and is shocked to learn humans can't just do that? You have to walk everywhere? Or ride a horse. What's a car? What's roller skates? He needs to see one of these skateboad things immediately, let's summon the human girl back to ask for one. What can they trade for a skateboard?
-They're kind of freaked out at the whole 2020 thing, but hey, Reggie's like: at least it hasn't been a hundred years like when I told Luke about the 90s.
-Queue canon but it's even worse and more chaotic.
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Is there a post explaining the fnaf Lights Out AU lore?
hold on FNAF??? WYM FNAF GET BACK HERE
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