#expelled au | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

m1d-45 · 1 year

Note

i gobbled and devoured the post imposter things. scrumptious!! but what if poor little xiao man feels guilty for hunting or scarring us in the hunt? and please don’t feel obligated to answer, i know you’re busy

burden to bear

word count: 2.7k

-> warnings: spoilers for liyue archon quest, canon typical violence…. minor body horror? blood mention.

-> gn reader (you/yours)

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yum1x || @esthelily || @turningfrogsgay

< masterlist >

during the hunt itself, xiao is driven by a need to prove himself, pushing past his instinct and the way his karma flares around the one on the throne. he sees it as a way to redeem himself, to finally scrape some of the sin off his hands. it’s a way to prove himself, and one he takes eagerly.

it’s not correct to say he’s blinded by faith, but it’s not exactly wrong either. he definitely feels, subconsciously, that something’s… off, maybe, about his god. perhaps it’s the way his vision always seems to flutter and flare, or the ice in his veins when the command to hunt is given. he feels uneasy, unsettled, finding himself rolling his shoulders and wondering if he needed to add more stretches into his routines. and yet, despite the tension in his shoulders and the twist in his stomach, he kneels, bowing his head with a swear of fealty that goes unanswered.

unacknowledged.

perhaps he had delivered it wrong?

he doesn’t think much of it, quickly dissolving from the throne room and appearing besides the statue of the seven on the west edge of liyue. looking out over jueyun karst, he knows it’s a bit fruitless to start his search there due to the vicinity to the other adepti, but the spires there are tall, filled with wiry bushes and crags of rock that are easier to hide in than may seem at first glance.

he draws his pole arm, spinning it once over his hand before tapping the end to the stone beneath him. he’s not sure why he’s so nervous—is it the fact that this is technically the first order he’s been given? is it the idea of slaughtering somebody so identical to his creator that it nearly fooled morax, who’s been alive longer than he could fathom?

or is it simply the prospect of failure?

xiao grits his teeth and steps off the edge of the floating stone, halting his fall with anemo at nearly the last possible moment.

his feelings meant nothing. orders were given, and he had to follow them.

why else was he there, if he couldn’t?

it takes him longer than he expected to find you. he’s almost impressed, really, that you managed to evade his searching eyes, that you dodged not only him but the other adepti as well, all without taking refuge in any villages or otherwise civilized areas due to the orders the millelith put out. you hid well, he could attest to that, and though he was the one to find you, it was only on accident.

he was clearing out a group of hilichurls north of the inn. he was surprised so many had settled so close to the statue of the seven, as hilichurls usually avoided concentrated elemental energy, but didn’t think too hard about it. he simply unhooked his mask from his belt, noticing the difference in strength between these hilichurls and the average, and teleported into the middle of the camp.

the first thing he heard was a spotter’s cry. the second was the mitachurls’—archons, there were three—roar as they hefted their weapons. the final one was the intricate chanting of the abyss, but not any incantation he recognized.

he kept himself half in smoke as he danced around the edge of the camp, taking out the archers while he tried to find the abyss mage. he could catch glimpses of hydro bubbles through the walls of the hut, but the steps were covered in frost-

he barely ducked under the swing of a mitachurl’s axe, slashing his spear along its side as he slipped away, darting across the path of one charging with a large stone shield. it clipped his shoulder despite his efforts, pain spiking down his arm, but he didn’t pay attention to the injurh. normally he wouldn’t be this distracted, but two abyss mages and three mitachurls in one camp could only spell bad news. the best he could likely do was to leave and grab back-up, but who? the millelith were busy, morax and the adepti were on their own search…

xiao quickly climbed onto the roof of the hut, jamming his spear between two of the logs to keep grip on the woven roofing. the grass was damp, squishing uber this feet, likely from whatever hydro magic the mage was busy with within it. it likely wasn’t the smartest idea to stand on the roof, but this area of liyue was mostly plains, with little cover from the charging mitachurls. he needed a moment, if only a short one, to hash out a plan to deal with the camp.

the three mitachurls were standing besides the hut, two with shields and one with a crackling axe, electro dancing along the blade. xiao shifted, pivoting around the peak of the hut to move away from that one, the grass roof squishing below his feet.

the mitachurl’s ear twitched.

he shoved himself off the roof just as the mitachurl slammed the flat of its blade onto the roof, the whole shack shaking. electricity swarmed across the waterlogged roofing, reaching the opposite edge just as xiao dropped off it, landing between the other two mitachurls. they didn’t charge, nor attack, their motivations only made clear when the hiss of cryo froze out the lingering moisture in the air in front of him, effectively boxing him in.

the abyss mage swayed in its circle, staff glowing a sharp blue from within its bubble of frost.

“leave, adeptus,” it hissed, waving its staff in a circle. “you have no place here.”

xiao didn’t reply, instead picking apart his options. he couldn’t do significant damage to the shield mitachurls without utilizing his burst to destroy their shields, but that didn’t cover the mage at all… and he was still wet from the roof, so the mage would be able to freeze him within the time he had drawn in enough anemo energy to wield his mask with any level of efficiency…

he flexed his hand around his polearm. how had he gotten into this situation? his only options were to get lucky or teleport away, but even the latter of those relied on the first.

luck. how useless was he, to rely on luck-?

“‘adeptus’?”

the abyss mage startled at the voice, the cryo it had been swirling dissipating. both he and it turned to the side, to the entrance to the hut, where a figure could be seen just beyond the mitachurl.

his first instinct was that it was his god, and he briefly relaxed under the knowledge that he’d get out of this in mostly one piece.

his second was to recognize the torn clothing and dirt-smeared skin, and realize that you could never be his god.

xiao’s eyes narrowed, his spear twisting towards you faster than the distracted mage could react. you, his target, the one he had been seeking out, were hiding behind the abyss. he should have expected it, in truth, figured out the one known for going against the rules of nature would side with the most unnatural force, but that was not for now.

not now, when he was launched forward by the power of anemo, his spear driving him forward, barely skimming the mitachurl in favor of his true target: you.

your eyes barely had the chance to dart in his direction.

xiao was, in truth, not the first one to see you.

many villagers had glimpsed you running around the outskirts of their villages, plucking apples and sunsettias off trees and taking mint from their gardens and leaving bundles of sweet flowers behind instead. they’d seen you, face half-covered in a poor mask made of scraps, your clothes that of the haphazard stitches of the hilichurls, which helped you blend into teyvat a bit more at the price of comfort. many had seen you and assumed you were a run of the mill thief, perhaps one taking advantage of the current hunt since the millelith were occupied. they wryly called you clever, warning the traveling merchants about you, the one they glimpsed at inane hours of night.

he wasn’t the first to see you, by far. he was, however, the first to recognize you.

he was the first to lay eyes upon your form and realize the truth, to realize that the blood seeping into your clothes was the color of stars and galaxies, to recognize that your heart beat blue.

the argument could be made that the hilichurls were the first, or perhaps the mages that had taken you in and brought you food, but it was not them that gathered you into their arms and whisked you away in a flash of teal, uncaring of the spike of cryo that drove into their side at the last minute. the hilichurls did not walk with frosted-over limbs, the abyss did not cry with a throat full of ice, calling for assistance in undoing their own crime.

xiao couldn’t decide whether it was lucky or not that baizhu was in the pharmacy, speaking with herbalist gui over the front desk. on one hand, it was best to have the most experienced healer in liyue at your side, but on the other..

“adeptus xiao, what is-…..”

confusion, then anger, then realization, all flashing over his face in an instant before he tilted his head and walked quickly to a back room, xiao following.

he busied himself with picking the ice off his body and clothes, ignoring the shake of his hands and the stench of blood in the room. the mage had pulled you from the point of his spear, but he still hit the side of your stomach, and he could tell it was messy.

knocks sounded at the door but baizhu turned them away sharply, only allowing qiqi to pass him a bowl of lotus seeds. he was focused, changsheng slithering off his shoulders to grab supplies as needed. time seemed to slow to a crawl, like xiao had entered a domain without an exit, filled with the iron smell of blood and the never ending chips of ice he peeled from his skin. it left behind stinging wounds and red marks, but he couldn’t find it in him to care.

what was his brief moment of injury compared to a scar upon his god?

the moment that baizhu had stopped, all but collapsing into a chair and wiping off his hands with a tired call of ‘it’s done. the foundation will be okay.’ xiao had stood and left, biting his tongue through the protests of both his own body and the doctor.

he’d given changsheng his confession, but he did not wish to stick around and hear his verdict.

weeks later, morax came and visited him at the inn, carrying with him a plate of almond tofu and an apology. xiao leaned against the furthest edge of the balcony, curled around the plate, staying as far as he could from the one with your aura imprinted upon him.

he felt it, when zhongli had first come up the stairs. the shock, then the warmth, the all-encompassing comfort that soothed the pain from the bruising on his shoulder. he felt it, and knew that he did not deserve it.

“it’s not your fault,” zhongli insisted, baritone words colored with unreturned sympathy. “the fake… had fooled us all. even me. i cannot hold your actions against you when i myself would have done the same.”

and maybe that was true. maybe he would have drawn his own weapon, pierced your skin himself, acting on the orders of one who dared to take the place of the divine, but that was irrelevant.

xiao was the one who had hurt you. and it was entirely his fault.

almond tofu, his favorite dish, tasted bitter and sour on his tongue, almost akin to the pain medication that zhongli had made him drink after noticing how cautious he was with his injured arm. he’d made him take the first dose in front of him and swear to take the rest, with a long monologue about taking care of himself tacked on afterwards, but it was for nothing. aside from the first night he had it, xiao hadn’t touched the bottle. it sat on his nightstand, beside a bed he hardly used, taunting him when he returned earlier than usual.

he could take it. there was nothing stopping him from doing so, and he probably should if he wanted to return to his duties quicker. but every time he picked up the glass, thumb tracing over the engravings as he undid the top, he hesitated.

he could take it. he probably should. but did he deserve to?

you were still recovering, possibly still bedridden weeks later. your blood still stained his spear, dripping down to his palms, pale and scarred skin marked further with the blue and purple swirls of his sin. you were still in pain, still healing from a spear to your side, and he was here, reaching for medicine for a sore shoulder?

(it was worse than that. bone had knocked against bone, bruising beneath where muscle could reach. it ached even when he sat as still as possible, dragging him out of every attempt to meditate. the dark purple splotches stretched beyond his clothing, reaching across his back and up his neck, making nearly any action flare the wound. it was far beyond an over-exerted muscle or a particularly tiring day, and yet even the worst nights of his pain were staved off by the memory of having to wash blue off his blade. even as the latch on the bottle was undone, the lip pressed to his, he could never bring himself to drink it)

(even the small droplet of it on the rim, tasting of qingxin extract and violet grass, threatened to make him sick. how dare he?)

yes, it would likely only get him into more trouble were he found out, but he was careful not to be. whenever the wind brought him the heavy presence of geo, zhongli’s familiar footsteps climbing the stairs, he snatched the bottle and emptied it into the stone carving on the balcony, letting the medicine soak into the soil beneath it. it splashed when he was sloppy, the deep purple medicine appearing blue on the stone, sparking a memory that weighed harder on the pit in his stomach.

even as he handed the bottle over to zhongli, his jaw clenched from the strain on his shoulder. the action was stiff, jerky, but evidently smooth enough that it had passed his assessment.

zhongli tucked the bottle away, surprisingly not drawing out a new one.

“i am proud of you, and of the progress you have made,” he said, golden eyes softening in the light of dusk. “well done, xiao.”

how strange, he thought, watching him leave, that the very action that made his vision swim with unshed tears was one that was praised.

he wouldn’t complain, of course. he never would. this pain was his to bear, just as the burden of your bloodshed was his to shoulder. he was well aware his pain could never take back yours—though he wished, desperately, that he could move your injury to him. he wanted to be able to take on the physical reminder of his defect, to take the hit of his own spear to spare you from his lapse in judgement. he would take it, take ten times the pain you endured, if only it meant that your skin was free of his scars.

it would be an honor to assist the divine, even at the price of his own life.

#genshin #genshin impact #sagau #self aware genshin #genshin sagau #sagau impostor au #genshin self aware au #sagau xiao #xiao #xiao x reader #xiao x you #genshin x reader #sagau x reader #*lying through my teeth* what do you mean of course i don’t have favorites #hey writer tip here: just write. i know you think it’s gonna be bad. i know it’ll likely seem strange and off-key. guess what? write.#just do it. best advice ever. who cares if it’s shit? you can rewrite it later! once you get through the bad and into the groove it’s fine!!#you’ve gotta expel your Bad Words to get to the good stuff. take it from me i always rewrite my beginnings whenever i post #the first paragraphs are gonna suck! and that’s okay! just keep goin baby!! you’ll get it eventually!!#oh btw just so it’s clear: zhongli’s proud of him for taking the meds not for his um. violent acts.#it’s meant to be a ‘thank you for trusting me and accepting help’ but the twist is: he ISNT #i love xiao. with all my heart. i absolutely adore him. he is my beloved little blorbo.#but good lord do i like to see him cry sometimes.

713 notes · View notes

hella1975 · 4 months

Text

very interesting to me that the big three of the current hero gen in mha - shouto, midoriya and bakugo - are often portrayed as also being the closest in a lot of fics bc it's like. you've got shouto's two best friends as a boy with a volatile personality fuelled by his blind ambition and desperation to be the best, and a boy whose quirk destroys his body. like if you combined two of shouto's best friends you'd get touya but we're just not supposed to redeem him. okay

#OKAY. WHAT THE FUCK EVER #'hella stop trying to rationalise writing decisions that clearly have no respect or sympathy for the character' LOOK AT MY WHITEBOARD #anyway i have my own beef with how midoriya was handled i truly think he should've been expelled or smthn #bc how do you watch a child break every bone in his body and get magically healed just to do it all again the next day #and go 'yeah this is sustainable and in fact we should encourage this! go heroics!'#aizawa i love you but come the fuck on. mr 'i expelled my entire class last year' and we find out he actually #relocated them to better suited courses. where is my support student midoriya au #i DO however like the hc that endeavour at least partially took midoriya on for his internship bc of his similarity to touya #and bakugo for that matter. like truly i cannot stress enough how much bakugo's attitude is similar to touya's #and i think endeavour would recognise that just as he recognised the drawbacks of midoriya's quirk #hmmm. fucked little show. i need professional help #mha #touya todoroki #shouto todoroki

80 notes · View notes

shmobugsbrainrot · 1 year

Text

can't decide which chara deltarune theory I like the best so I had to draw em all

loosely based off of @spectacledraws college au bc chara in college tickles me sm

174 notes · View notes

sourtoasterstrudel · 10 months

Text

Welcome to notes and shit I’ve been writing on this strange little au. Essentially playpen park is a kids show made by Gerald Broflovski heavily based off of his son and his friends, even being named after them.

The kids show follows kyle, the intelligent and sort of socially ignorant leader of his friend group, alongside his best friend stan, the kind sporty kid, and Kenny, the shy loser kid. The ‘antagonist’ is of course cartman, who is sort of a ‘frenemy’ of the group, causing a lot of problems but still being stuck with them.

Cartman isn’t nearly as terrible as he is in real South Park of course, he’s toned down to just be a little rude and obnoxious. Butters and ike are reoccurring characters, ike being the little brother who gets into trouble after watching his brother doing bad things, meanwhile butters is sort of like cartman’s little sidekick, though he really doesn’t mean to be.

There are a few other little characters like wendy when they touch on topics of romance and love, jimmy when they talk about disability, Tolkien when they talk about racism, stuff like that. Basic kids show stuff. Of course the twist is that one day things change, they’re given one of their normal episode issues, but while finding the solution, they realize that things in their town aren’t right. Small things. Things like words on official documents just being scribbled, like something you’d see in a show to emphasize that it’s far away. Then they realize how they don’t know what their parents faces look like. They don’t know how old they are despite how many birthdays they’ve had.

They gain more and more of these little problems which leads them to find out how fake their world is. A problem leads them to the edge of town, which is where they find out that you cannot leave town. After that they have to deal with the very obvious trauma of not being real. As they become more aware of their situation, they gain more awareness of the people they were based off of, including their memories.

They begin to swear and act like their real life counterparts (focusing more on cartman there for that part. He becomes absolutely fucked in the head after he gains access to some of his real memories), but of course since their world wasn’t made for this, it begins to break; the more they find out, the more they act like real people, the more their world breaks. It tries to sensor their cursing, even sensor the kids themselves. So now it’s up to the kids to stop their world from collapsing in on itself as they deal with the new issues of their updated personalities, more complex emotions, and possibly even the real world, trying to take their little show off the air.

if anyone has any questions, feel free to ask. I have no idea what I’ll be doing with this concept, probably just drawing some more overly cartoony versions of the main kids

#South Park #soursart #sp #south park au #if anyone else wants to do something more with this concept feel free to i just have too many ideas #need to expel them somewhere #playpen park is such a goofy name but i feel like Gerald would choose something goofy like that #playpen park

79 notes · View notes

pinksilvace · 10 months

Text

Happy late pride to the confused bigender peepaw babygirl of all time

#my art #the owl house #yes she's transphobic yes she's trans what of it #slfdkjsldfjlsj I hate how long this comic has been knocking around inside of my brain #now I'm expelling it like it's a demon being exorcised #why is it a modern au? idk but I guess phil adopted the collector #and then called hunter when he realized he had no idea how to work with children #philip wittebane #the collector #hunter toh #toh fanart #fernart

60 notes · View notes

fauvester · 1 year

Note

does idan ever get any friends? like at the academy?

Awww! Idan does have lots of friends at Starfleet Academy. The sentimental affectionateness that makes him kind of a weirdo on Cardassia makes him much better at integrating into Federation culture. He's his class's Social Chair and spends his free time playing racquetball and planning class game nights. Lots of names on his dance card!

Bills himself as 'the Cardassian you'd introduce to your parents.' Like Iskra, sees himself as an unofficial diplomat of his race. Wants to come off as friendly and likeable as possible. Absolutely develops a Bashir complex about this (not wanting to show off his actual skills and alien-ness in order to not appear threatening).

He can always rely on Prof and Prof O'brien for Sunday dinners though. They're empty nesters and Keiko appreciates the company.

#dee s 9 #garashir adoption au #AWWWWGHHH... miles grows to love him too #hed worry more about nepotism if idan was a marginal student but no he gets crisp 90%s even without extra help #idans the big lovable jock that you cant help but like cause he's so EARNEST!!#loves to help. always turns things in on time. never does anything risky so hes a bit of a square #(but you know if a cardassian got caught breaking rules he'd be TURBO EXPELLED so thats a no-go)

63 notes · View notes

hey-hamlet · 1 year

Note

does aizawa feel guilty for essentially outing izuku

(since he should have relieved from how he was treated for stopping quirks that izuku's ability to borrow quirks would be seen as worse)

Aizawa feels like shit tbh - he assumed Izuku would face some degree of push back because of his quirk and wanted to see how he faced it, and see if he needed to shape up/expell any bigotted students who wouldn't shape up after the sport festival.

It was brutal and very much treating Izuku more harshly than other students because Aizawa believed Izuku needed to see what he would face in the industry and either come to terms with it or push past it and form bonds with his classmates anyway. He was expecting the distrust - he wasn't expecting how deep it ran and he certainly wasn't expecting his students to almost be killed on their 3rd day.

He finds out what happens when All Might visits him and asks if he takes expulsion recommendations - hes shocked All Might would recommend it after calling his method brutal. He hears its for Izuku and flips to thinking All Might is being overprotective. When he finally gets the bandages off his eyes, he complains to Mic who looks a little troubled because Izuku looked rough when they got there. Uneasy, the two of them get statements from the other students and feel their stomachs drop.

87 notes · View notes

ssstrawberryflowers · 7 months

Text

schoolkid V2 (i think she'd be the thug type)

no-table, no-bubble, no-both versions, as well as some closeups under the cut! (cw: visible underwear (im so sorry about this))

variants:

closeups:

#yeah its for my own stupid school au #they go to another school than V1 cause i think they'd get bad grades (on purpose) and be really thug-ish #also because when they did go to the same school as V1 they just kept fighting like. always #they would see eachother in the hallway or courtyard and they'd literally have to be restrained by other students and teachers #cause V2 would taunt V1 to a fight constantly (also part of the reason they're the one who transferred)#they just hate eachother a lot (especialy V2)#they'd also be like. the kind to start fights really easily with absolutely everyone (despite them being concieved as a peace keeper)#and to not follow the dress code properly #(hence the slit idea which doubles as an aid for added mobility (aka crouch sliding))#probably swears a lot too (given i imagine they have a fairly advanced voicebox)#and they get bad grades cause they can't be assed to study but are actually really really smart and could go to a top uni/college v easily #gets sent to the supervisor's office or to detention on a regular basis #and has often been threatened with the “we're gonna have to expel you if you keep this attitude young machine”#they're also like. a grade behind V1. little sibling.#ghhgghghghghh im so sorry about the visible underwear tho #i just wanted them to have a huge slit in their skirt for mobility reasons as well as to show their more “thug”ish attitude #but then i realized that the way they'd be sitting would show her undies #please understand there was no underlying intent #im sorry. im so sorry #ultrakill #v2 ultrakill #school au #high school au #fanart #my art #should i have made an actual post for these ideas for this au? yes #will i actually do one? probably. idk #i enjoy imagining this stuff as a person who wasn't able to attend normal high school #this is literal wish fulfilment. you look in the dictionary and you see this under the definition (its not a single word but you get wim)#so much stuff in these tags. so much. soooo much. im so sorry

47 notes · View notes

snowe-zolynn-rogers · 1 year

Text

Imagine Eclipse did wake up in a forest barely alive. Like everything is cracked or broken, he’s missing the entire casing on his left arm, one leg is just gone, his other hand is broken and mangled. But he manages to crawl his way to one of Moon’s old bunkers in the forest.

Now imagine sun, during his current mental breakdown, finding this bunker and finding mostly broken Eclipse inside still trying to fix himself. He obviously can’t do anything to him worse than what he’s already going through.

And Eclipse has been so isolated for months trying to scrounge parts from this bunker but not being able to leave because his battery is too damaged to get more than five feet out before having to turn back and go back and plug himself back in and keep trying to fix himself.

He’s replaced his broken casing with old discolored green casing that used to be Moon’s blue. He managed to hotfix a ‘prosthetic’ leg made of Moon’s old nano machines he found and used. His right hand is replaced with an old Sun model hand and his various wounds have been repaired with melted metal that makes bumped scars on his casing.

He’s so isolated he immediately hugs Sun and clings on and cries and collapses because he’s not used to being touched. Sun hesitates but holds him because this Eclipse isn’t the one tormenting his family, he can tell by the way he’s been plugged into the charging port for weeks to continue being alive.

Sun stays with him a bit, comforting him and assuring him that it’s okay, he didn’t mean to scare him. Eventually he coerces Eclipse to let him take him back to the daycare and make sure he gets there safely when he learns he’s not able to get far because his battery can’t charge higher than ten percent.

Once he gets him home, Sun gets a verbal lashing from Moon, who had Lunar run to him crying from Sun’s outburst. Sun fully accepts this but continues to carefully place expelled Eclipse on his bed and plug him in to charge and shoves a random plushie into arms so he doesn’t feel like he woke up alone again and tucks him in.

Moon notices how gentle Sun is with this Eclipse and is quite sure this isn’t the right Eclipse. Sun apologizes to Lunar and he sits down and talks about how his mindset was very bad at the time and he didn’t mean to lash out and he shouldn’t have and Lunar doesn’t have to accept the apology and shouldn’t feel he has to because of the explanation, but Sun wants Lunar to know he feels terrible for taking his frustration out of his baby brother.

Lunar accepts, though hesitantly, and Sun explains to his brothers, much gentler for Lunar, that he has Eclipse in his room and explains it isn’t the current Eclipse, but the original he expelled into a forest, who is incredibly broken and in need of help with his battery life.

Lunar is cautious but allows this so long as Sun claims responsibility for Eclipse. Moon replaces Eclipse’s battery once he wakes up to make sure he wakes back up after and is successful with the battery transfer.

Eclipse is still very shaky and easily startled, he hides behind Sun a lot and holds onto the closest sibling. He’s very happy to have a family and people to love him, but he’s very skittish around new people. The children scare him at first and he gets comforted and brought back to a beanbag to calm him down.

He’s very nervous re-meeting Monty but Monty is quite gentle with him, because he gets that the daycare attendants all have trauma and Eclipse is no exception. Eclipse’s favorite thing he owns is the stuffed bunny Sun gave him to wake up with. He calls her Cosmos. Everyone calls him Astral because he doesn’t like the associations of how he used to be and it makes it easier for his brothers to distinguish him from the backup Eclipse that’s currently a problem for them.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #sams #expelled eclipse au #fnaf eclipse #fnaf sun #fnaf lunar #fnaf moon #fnaf astral #fnaf backup eclipse #five nights at freddy’s imagine #sun and moon show imagine #sams imagine #tw injury mention #tw anxiety mention #tw isolation mention

59 notes · View notes

deusvervewrites · 3 months

Note

Mustafa Monster x Expelled

Whatever Aizawa was expecting, it wasn’t horrified muttering followed by, in increasingly loud volumes, “I’m not going back!” and shouts of someone called “All For One” before Midoriya turned into that creature he’d heard was stalking Mustafa and running away at increasing speeds. And he can’t even shut it off since he’s a mutation quirk.

And is that All Might running after him?

It's a weird day

#asks #mustafa monster au #expelled au

34 notes · View notes

shinebrightlikeanarwhal · 1 year

Note

(Referring to Canon Travis)

I bet Travis Phelps would beat up cheaters WAY worse than he would, uh... other people his dad taught him to hate.

I like to think that, even prior to turning over a new leaf, Travis knew deep within himself that one doesn't choose to be gay after realizing he's gay himself.

One thing he knows for sure to be a choice is cheating on one's partner.

Travis makes it his personal mission to beat the absolute shit out of cheaters.

Not for power but because they’re dirty and disgusting.

While he’s beating their ass he’s scolding them. Like, mid punching ‘you cant use your fucking mouth? Huh!? You cant break up instead of whoring yourself out to keep that nice person waiting for you?? Filthy skank! You know how lucky you are someone actually likes you enough to try and make it work and you cheat!? Should a beat you up so NO ONE wants you??’

Of course If someone cheats on his bestfriend? His brother? His heart and soul Philip? Sal would be bailing him out of jail for grand theft auto, vehicular manslaughter and resisting arrest. Now because he wanted to escape, because he wanted to make sure that fucker who made his Philip cry is getting their ass dragged to hell. Of course he ended up doing time in a hospital because that unhinged thinking could only be described as a lapse of sanity…

Larry got lucky. The first time he ever cheated on his girlfriend she was crying to Travis (before he started to get really rude and mean to people) and Larry came home with a busted lip and the word cheater sharpied onto his chest and jaw. Lisa was out late that day, luckily, or Larry would have had to deal with explaining why her favorite of the girlfriends broke up with him and why light pink cotton was in his teeth, nose and hair.

Sal is a saint. He is the example of being a good partner. He’s receptive, responsible and can communicate…. About things other than his mental health. Anytime Travis maims a cheater he drags Sal for them to see, points and yells ‘be like Sal or I’ll drag you to hell.’ Before spitting on them and stomping off. Sal still in hand.

(If Larvis; Larry trying to flir with Travis and Travis’ trust issues being very open.)

I fully believe if he was streetfighting cheaters he wouldn’t even bother lgbt kids because (one he is one) he doesn’t have the time. Too many adulterous skanks roam the school halls.

#sally face #sally face au #travis phelps #larry johnson #sal fisher #larry x travis #larvis #laravis #salvis #sal x travis #Travis: protector of wholesome love #because he can’t have it #he’s very emotionally stunted so his rage is mostly mixed with jealousy #‘you have something I could never and you DARE tamper with it!?’#anyone who was cheated on tres not to tell Travis because they don’t want him expelled for their problems #in this au he’s not a bully he’s just rude and distant until you get to know him

121 notes · View notes

kagedbird · 11 months

Text

Continuation of this

Taliesin: *sitting at camp, thinking over what he's learned about this group and Allora in particular* ...

Allora: *returned fresh from the nearby spring, kneels nearby glancing at him* ...Something on your mind? You're not usually so quiet.

Taliesin: *startles out of his thoughts and glances at her* Oh, erm... yes, I suppose I do. Is it possible for me to ask you a question?

Allora: ... *tilts her head curiously* ...Sure. I may not answer it though, depending.

Taliesin: *hesitates before slowly asking* Are you... a god of sorts?

Allora: *snorts and laughs* What?

Taliesin: Yes it does sound preposterous if I'm honest but... *narrows his eyes in thought* You control a magick never seen before with your voice, unlike the Dragonborn ability, you hide your features away, you've certainly never said much about your homeland since we've met, and Lucien made some sort of joke that I cannot understand about you being 'out of this world.' The only conclusion I can think of is you not being from here, but rather another plane or something.

Allora: *staring wide eyed, having dropped her satchel on the ground, looking visibly paler than normal* ... ... ...what?

Taliesn: *equally startled by her reaction, eyes wide* So it's true? You're not-?

Allora: KAIDAN! *scrambles away from Taliesin, shaking horrifically and turns to run back to the spring, but hears something in the bushes nearby and screams in fright*

Group of Thalmor: *step out from the brush, eyeing Allora and Taliesin, looking equally shocked by him being bound and pull out their weaponry* You there! Why have you tied one of our agents up? Speak quickly before we remove your tongue!

Allora: *brain too scattered to think, near tears, shakily moving backwards and whimpering*

Taliesin: *stands up, trying to think quickly, and moves to stand in front of Allora, looking poised and regal as all Thalmor do* You are interfering with an undercover mission. The Dominion is aware of the ongoings around here. I am merely acting as her prisoner to gain findings of Talos worshippers. You will all be written up as I now have to dispose of her; state your names and superiors.

Group of Thalmor: *now startled by Taliesin, glancing warily at each other before giving out their names and their superiors*

Taliesin: *sneers* Now leave before the others arrive. You've done enough damage today. Quickly now, they've heard her! Get out!

Group of Thalmor: *salute and scurry off*

The Boys: *arrive on the seen to see Allora having a panick attack on the ground and Taliesin just a few feet away trying to console her*

Kaidan: *snarls, reaching out and gripping Taliesin by the throat* Lucien. Inigo. Take care of her.

Inigo: Right. *moves quickly to Allora's side, trying to gain her attention* It is okay my friend.

Lucien: R-right... *glances at Taliesin struggling before moving carefully to join Inigo* Shh, hey, it's all right...

Kaidan: *drags Taliesin a ways away, pinning him to a tree* What. In Oblivion. Happened here.

Taliesin: *wheezes, smacking the hand around his throat*

Kaidan: *squeezes just a bit harder vindictively before relaxing to let him talk*

Taliesin: *coughs and breathes* W-we were talking... I had asked if she was a god. She got frightened and-and called for you. But some Thalmor showed up. I acted as th-though being kept prisoner was part of the plan here, and that they w-were interfering with Aldmeri business. *coughs as Kaidan squeezes tighter again*

Kaidan: Told them to wait nearby, didja? Ambush while we were asleep?

Lucien: Kaidan, enough.

Kaidan: *snaps his head around to glare at Lucien but sees Allora, tears streaming down her face and reaching out to him; trembling just as bad as during Helgen* ... *drops Taliesin and just barely refrains from spitting on him* Be grateful for her mercy. *walks over carefully to Allora, making sure to wait for her to want him to touch*

Taliesin: *coughing and breathing in deeply, holding a hand to his throat as he desperately tries to breathe in*

-Later that night-

Allora: *flinches awake for the third time since settling down, easing out from underneath Kaidan and Lucien's arms and exits the tent, staring at Taliesin as he sits just outside his tent across from Inigo from the fire* ...

Inigo: Cannot sleep, my friend?

Allora: ... *shakes her head mutely, not having said much since her panick attack, gesturing to the tent and Inigo*

Inigo: You want to take over watch? Are you sure?

Allora: *gives him a soft smile and gently pats his head, giving him a scritch behind the ears*

Inigo: *giggles and unable to resist leaning into her nails* Okay, okay. If you are sure you will be all right. Call if you need anything. I will be here for you. *stands and squeezes her hand before going into the tent*

Allora: *waits for him to settle before moving to sit in his previous spot across from Taliesin, half staring into the fire in a daze, half keeping an ear out for trouble* ...

Taliesin: *watching her quietly, from his seat, throat still vibrantly bruised, looking like he was having some minor trouble breathing but otherwise keeping quiet for once since his capture*

Allora: *waits a good while into the night before looking up at Taliesin, standing, and motioning him to follow, before walking away from camp*

Taliesin: ??? *gets up warily and follows after her, glancing at the unmoving tent*

*The two walk for some time, back to the spring, where Allora sends out a Candlelight spell and a Magelight spell to light the area, bundling her cloak close.*

Taliesin: *slowly speaks with a noticeable rasp in his voice* ...I can't swim you know. I will drown immediately.

Allora: *looks at him quizzically*

Taliesin: If your intention was to invite me out to a late night swim, I mean. Or it could be that you all ready figured it out and just intended to drown me.

Allora: *shakes her head, looking back out to the spring* ... ...

Taliesin: ...I apologize... for upsetting you earlier.

Allora: *visibly tenses but does not make a move or sound aside from dipping her head in acknowledgment*

Taliesin: ...are we just here to sit in silence-?

Allora: Does it hurt...?

Taliesin: Hm? You're very quiet. And that's saying something, considering I have the bruised windpipe.

Allora: ...Does it hurt? *motions to her throat* ...I can heal it if you want.

Taliesin: Oh. That would be... vastly appreciated. Yes, please. I've been trying to keep quiet about it, lest your giant friend actually kill me, but it hurts like the dickens. *swoons dramatically* Is this how you treat all your prisoners? *coughs a bit, unable to be his usual hypochondriac self*

Allora: *faintly smiles before frowning a bit, and starts to sing quickly; golden eye glittering under the Candlelight and in the darkness* Day to night, dark to light, fall the sands of time...

Taliesin: *flinches a bit as orbs of light come from her throat before stretching into tendrils that curl around his and ease the pain away; leaving behind a pleasant tingling sensation all across his skin. His eyes widen as he's left with goosebumps by the end of her song* ...you really are something else.

Allora: ... *fiddles with her cloak quietly, looking away* ...why did you protect me from the Thalmor?

Taliesin: *snorts, reclining as much as he can with his arms bound* Why else? If they actually knew who I was, they would have taken me in for insubordination. I failed my original mission and was the only one left alive. I'm as good as dead to the Aldmeri Dominion. Besides, never had much of a good track record anyways.

Allora: ...you don't want to go back?

Taliesin: Heavens, no. Being around you lot has given me a bit more... understanding. I am quite different from a lot of my old superiors and peers. I asked far too many questions, had too many strikes against my person. Despite being your prisoner, it has been somehow... far more freeing. *winces* You don't really treat me much like a prisoner though, so who's to say who's fault that is.

Allora: *smiles and gives a small laugh* ...yeah. Wasn't... built for this shit. *frowns at the familiar line before glancing at Taliesin*

Taliesin: What is it? Surely by now you're used to pestering me with questions. Go on then.

Allora: ...you were right, in a way. I'm not from here. I'm not... a god. But I was given this magick by the gods. Aside from Akatosh for my Dragon lineage... I don't know who. But I'm not from here.

Taliesin: Now, when you say here...?

Allora: Mundus. I'm not from Mundus. I was born on and lived on a place called Earth. It was a planet in a solar system, like this one. But there was no magick. No gods that you could actually consider real. In more of a... physical or magical sense. People just mostly believed there was. Or didn't. I didn't. But for some reason, they picked me of all people to pluck from my world and dropped me off here to save yours.

Taliesin: ...If I hadn't seen anything that you could do, or felt your magick personally just now, I would call you mad. But that was certainly nothing I've ever felt before.

Allora: *reaches up and removes her hood, showing off her face and moves her hair behind her ears; clearly not a Breton like she pretended to be* That better?

Taliesin: *stares wide eyed* By the gods, what are you?

Allora: *smiles wryly* Just human. But congrats; you now know why I shroud myself. *waves jazz hands* Tada.

Taliesin: *shakes his head, unable to stop staring* You are, by far, the most interesting and absolutely confusing individual I have ever had the pleasure of meeting.

Allora: *jokingly* So now we're best friends because you know my deep dark secret and you're willing to die for me, right?

Taliesin: I am still not getting in that spring.

Allora: *snaps her fingers, grinning* Rats.

#tes #Skyrim #skyrim lucien #skyrim kaiden #skyrim inigo #skyrim taliesin #TESSDE AU #Woof long one!!#Woke up from a fairly disconcerning dream and went 'I need to write something to calm down'#*Proceeds to expell a LOT*#The song used here was Song of Healing btw!#Allora doesn't fully trust Taliesin yet but his actions have proven that he was willing to lie to his old group #And that he has personallg stated that he doesn't want to go back to being with the Thalmor #So she's willing to give him a chance.#Her healing him and showing her face was showing her trust in him to not sell her out or anything #And also an apology and thanks for helping her out and getting hurt after doing so.

16 notes · View notes