#fateswap au

[starry-skies-116]

yeets this shit at all of you

#Vanessa/vanny fnaf #Gregory fnaf #Glamrock Freddy fnaf #crying child fnaf #crying child #Evan Afton (CC/BV) #Michael Afton #Elizabeth Afton #gregevan/gregbot/gregvessel #glammike #vanbeth #fateswap au #aftons fateswap au #fnaf security breach #fateswap Gregory

[ask-a-guard-dog]

kittyyyy

#fateswap au #[amped up/riled up/charged up] akira

[fabthememesatan]

so i may or may not have been thinking about l0nlee x phasma being a possibility in fateswap

#ibispaintx #art #my art #my oc art #fateswap au #fateswap!l0nlee.wav #fateswap!phasma #oc au #oc au art #l0nlee.wav #phasma virteal

[aphros-de-los]

most important thing in the world?

i know im barely alive here bcuz ive been EXTREMELY busy irl but i havent died yet trust. Its been approximately a year since me and my co-conspirator @ohonama started the fateswap sora AU so i thought i'd celebrate by redrawing one of my older pieces!!

featuring the main characters from the au and a singular (1) oc.

#kingdom hearts #fateswap sora #fs sora #kh #IM TRYING TO SUMMON KH NEWS WITH THIS AND I HOPE IT WORKS. hopefully we can finish the au document too. #ill prob vanish again so whoever wants to talk just dm for my dscord or sumn

[maareyas]

Hey there! Hope I'm not bothering you, but your various Cosium AUs are living in my head tonight. :D I was wondering if you had any little snippets of info you'd like to share? (About any of them. I'm not picky. ^^ I'm more than willing to listen to you ramble if you so desire.) Also, your Phantom Ben design is SUPER cool and I was wondering if I could have permission to draw him?

glad you enjoy them :^] also yeah feel free to draw him and any other of the au designs

As for snippets, you gotta give me a specific au XD I have. so many--too many, one could say. And all of them have some level of ✨Unreleased Lore™️✨ that I don't know which to talk about ahhdh

Here's some snippets for the RuBen au (aka the nickname I've lovingly given Phantom Ben):

The entire cosium family is from Mobius in this au

Ofc the entire story takes place during Forces.

Ben, Kaze, and Darren were separated from their parents when The War™️ started. They still have some contact with Mort and Athena at least.

Benonic is the only who is an "official" Resistance member. Kaze likes to tag along despite Ben telling him to stay where it's safe.

Kaze and Darren take up some of The Avatar/Gadget's roles in the story. I imagine that Gadget himself and his story still exists though.

There was a planned third part to the Ruben saga I ended up never drawing. It would have depicted this au's equivalent of the last Infinite fight. Kaze and Darren would have defeated Ben and destroyed the Phantom Ruby that was encasing his hand.

Ben however ended up in a coma because the ruby's power fried his brain.

A 4th "epilogue" drawing was also planned. This time it was Ben at the hospital with a robotic hand to replace the one the Ruby consumed before. He would have been surrounded by his brothers, Athena, Carrie, and Regina.

Mortesen and Rakar would be off to the side, talking. Rakar was a neurosurgeon in this au and operated on Ben's brain to help it recover and remove any leftover stuff from the Ruby.

Ben has striped scars on his arm from his time as RuBen. He also still has weak reality-warping powers, but using them at all takes a lot of energy and causes a terrible migraine.

#asks #the-sky-queen #Fateswap alone has so much unreleased lore hoo boy #There are also aus I never really talked about outside of my Secret Discord Circle of friends #a part of me wishes I could go back to working on them but my conscience tells me I shouldn't #I had a moment of clarity a while ago and I realized that I might have passed the boundary #for what is acceptable when making stuff for other people's ocs #so out of respect for liyu I decided by myself that maybe I should stop lmaoooo #(making aus of cosium i mean) #rey rambles

[ohonama]

That yellow meteorite, cascading across a sky of blue. Perhaps it was supposed to fall on a different planet.

Fateswap Sora. If you want to read up on him, you’re gonna have to wait for the document to drop!

However, I’m kind. So a sneak peek is in order.

#kingdom hearts #sora kingdom hearts #sora #kh sora #kingdom hearts fanart #kh fanart #fateswap sora #fs sora #kingdom hearts au #soranort #again #technically

[thewindsofsong]

Fate swap, Jason and Tim trade fates

Ao3 is down so I guess I'm going to get this idea that's been in my head a while out.

So, Tim, pre-robin, all of like 11-12 years old stumbles across a strange little shop. Inside is full of strange objects and odd knick-nacks. There, a mysterious woman offers to tell him his fortune in exchange for an item of equal value. Tim offers up a few things, that all get rejected until he offers his camera.

She takes it with a smile and tells him his future: to become the next robin and save Batman. Gain a family in becoming Robin and making the best friends that would help him define his life, eventually becoming a well loved and well respected hero. Tim is excited, but asks what happens to the current Robin.

She tells him that he dies alone, betrayed, and beaten. Hope of salvation arriving too late to ring fully true. He returns to life, but too enraged and embittered to be the boy he was before death and never feeling like he is able to return to the home he had before.

Horrified, Tim asks if there's any way to stop this, to save his hero from that sad fate.

The shopkeeper tells him that everything has a price, and that to receive something, something of equal value must be exchanged. Tim wonders, what could he offer that would save Jason before having an epiphany. He offers to trade his fate with Jason's.

The woman looks Tim in the eyes and asks if this is really want he wants to do this. If he is ready to bear the weight of this wish and all the pain it will bring for him. Hands trembling, Tim nods. The woman sighs and reaches out a hand, tapping Tim in the chest and drawing out something that looks like a large marble.

"Give this to your Robin and take the gem that appears when he does. The moment you swallow the gem, the exchange will be completed. The price for allowing this transaction will be for you to use your old camera one last time to take a photograph of me."

Tim takes the picture and holds the physical manifestation of his fate as he leaves. The moment he turns around, the shop and its keeper are gone.

On the same day that Jason is fated to confront Felipe Garzonas, he bumps into another young boy who keeps his head down as he apologies, one hand clenched tightly. That evening, Felipe lives, scared for his life having nearly fallen to his death.

Tim Drake is last seen recorded on security cameras wandering Gotham with a cheap, disposable camera. The camera itself only produces photos that are blurry, unintelligible smears of color after being carefully developed. He's only reported as missing a week later after school officials fail to contact his parents about unexplained absences.

#fic ideas #my fic ideas #tim drake #am i once again drawing inspiration from ichihara yuuko and her wish granting shop? #yes i am and no one can stop me #fateswap!au #idk if I'll write more of this but I might as well organize a bit

[sylleblosscm]

@leidemechanic​ x

There is something oddly comforting about the scent of oil and gasoline that finds her in the depths of her studies. So far removed from her world is it, Maria would surely fuss at the very thought of it tainting her pristine outfit. Yet Luna remains unbothered - better yet, she relishes in the chance to close her book and stretch her arms high above her head. 

 ❝Taking a break from your pet project? Or are you here to spirit me away from my work like the bad influence you are?❞ There’s a playful edge to the Princess’ voice that rarely rears its head - after all, she makes no move to send Cindy away. In what those around her might consider an influence, Luna sees only her dearest friend, and all the trouble they will surely find together. 

 And with their journey so near, they’ve only so much time left for trouble. 

 ❝Oh - before I can forget, I have some good news. You have been approved to travel with me. Aside from the wedding itself, I do not imagine it will be terribly eventful, but I shall be glad for your company nevertheless.❞

#( hope this works <3 i just love this au a bunch tbh ) #leidemechanic #⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ – v: au: a phrase i can’t refuse. ‘help me’? always. / fateswap #⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ -- how many seconds in eternity? / threads

[0ssianic]

desperately trying to break out of the habit of using “only” “even” “just” “ever” etc. and unnecessary past perfect from my writing

i am also struggling to be mean to the characters. or doing any kind of action scene really

#my fateswap au is slowly coming along #ive slowly been figuring out the cause/effect stuff from changing things and figuring out some political stuff

[demonslayedher]

How would the aftermath of a "fateswap" of the final battle play out? As in every hero who died in the Infinity Fortress raid/Muzan fight in canon lives while those who lived in the canon dies instead. So Shinobu, Genya, Mitsuri, Iguro, Himejima, and Muichiro survive while Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke, Kanae, Giyuu, and Sanemi die. I guess Nezuko would still be alive because she didn't participate.

Anon... how dare.

There were so many moments when I was first contemplating this when I realized new bereavements and verbalized a sharp "NO!!" at each one; and for the sake of seeing how it plays out, I had to write it. I tried to keep it short by only writing the key developments but now it's a very, very, very choppy series of odd interactions, and I must bring it to you in multiple parts. That's your first warning. As your second warning, we have angst ahead, so much angst. And while I though this would turn into an Angst & Fluff piece, no, we have bypassed fluff and gone straight to sap. This is the Ask response equivalent of violently hacking a tree to pieces so that I can offer you maple syrup. Here, I hope you like it. Careful, there are probably splinters in it.

--- Part 1: The Fates are Swapped Part 2: The Aftermath Part 3: The Underworld Part 2 is over 12K words. It is possible to skip it and only read Parts 1 and 3 for high drama and a shorter story. It's also possible to scroll down to the bottom for Part 2 for confusing and crappy doodles of an AU that followed with no idea where it was going. ---

Part 1: The Fates are Swapped

Shinobu's lung was punctured, but she could still fight, and she did, impressing Douma with how she put enough strength in her legs to force him all the way to the ceiling. The strongest dose of poison her sword could pack punctured the vital spot in his neck, and despite how his features were melting, the ends of his mouth twisted with a smile. "How amazing. You worked so hard,” he cooed. Gravity wanted to take both her and her sword back, but he stopped her close with clammy hands and clawed fingers. "You're worthy for me to eat."

When at last she thought she saw her end and the beginning of her victory, the ceiling cracked wider and a fur-covered foot pounded through. "No way in hell I'm going to let you touch Shinobu!"

The next thing she knew, her face was slashed by the tips of two rough swords, tearing from her brows, over her nose, and down to her cheeks with crossing injuries. It stung like hell, and she was in free fall. At the same moment as a splashing sound, she was submerged in icy waters; it was filling the hole in her lung, quick...

--

"Sure does suck to die alone."

After having taunted Muzan's underling, Yushiro scooped up the whiny demon slayer and brought him to a flat surface. Try as he might to stop them with anti-Blood Technique medicine, those burns kept cracking and spreading even after that demon was dead; he really must have hated this guy to have that much ill will focused against him. 

Zenitsu's eyes flitted open, then locked on Yushiro. "The demon woman you love... she's in trouble."

Yushiro’s whole body flinched tight, from his pupils down his spine. "I know."

"You have to... go to her."

"And leave you after what I just said to that guy? I'd be a liar."

"I'm not… alone," he struggled out. Like another strike of lightning in a storm, the burn in his cheek crackled up to his eye, filling it with blood. "Jiichan... said he's proud of me. ...Go."

--

Yushiro had not meant to defy Tamayo's wishes, but if there was one time in his life he was going to, this was it. Tamayo had not expected such a betrayal either when she was ripped apart from Muzan. At last separated from that man swallowing her up, her cells instantly set to work repairing themselves, and she already had most of her limbs back before she looked around and had a sense of what happened. Her returning hand was empty; the medicine must have still been inside of Muzan. Then, up there by Muzan's face, there was Yushiro with his hands digging into the screaming flesh.

"Yushiro! What are you doing there! You said you would treat the injured slayers!"

"That was a joke. I'm not leaving you alone to him, Tamayo-sama. He doesn't deserve any of your cells."

"Who are you!” Muzan yammered blindly. “I don’t recognize you! You're made from Tamayo's cells!"

"Leave him to me, Yushiro, I came here expecting to fight him myself."

Yushiro ignored Muzan's screams and dropped a vial of medicine out of his pocket to the floor in front of Tamayo. "I know. Treat yourself with this first."

She took it off the floor and stabbed her own thigh with it, expecting it to give her the strength to stand again and fight, but instead she felt prickly and weak all over. "Yushiro!" she took an angry tone.

"That was a better joke, wasn't it?"

"Where--did you--where did you get this?"

"I ran into Shinobu's Tsuguko on the way here, and I knew she had an extra. It was a fair exchange, I gave her papers to go find her master. You should take cover while the medicine takes effect, Tamayo-sama. Leave Muzan to me," he said, ignoring how his hands were already missing down to the elbows, "I'll make him feel and regret everything he’s put you through."

--

"Shihan!"

That was Kanao’s voice. Shinobu gasped as she was pulled from the water, and then the back of her skull thumped with against a wooden platform, breaking the butterfly hairpiece with a snap. She tried to cough but was soon to lose consciousness again. Kanao’s silhouette was blurry above her. 

"I have to go help Inosuke, he's not going to last much longer alone. Please pull through!"

--

“AAH!!”

"Stay here. We'll see later... what demon you turn to..."

With his own Nichirin blade seared through the socket of his shoulder; now Muichiro’s one full arm was going to be stuck at partial mobility. He struggled and struggled to reach the handle, but he couldn't. That left him pulling the blade, leaving that one remaining hand cut wide open and bloody all through the palm. He screamed as he pulled himself free, then hit the floor with a smack. 

He got over to Genya, who needed assistance pushing himself back together, whereas Sanemi was already long gone in ongoing battle. Muichiro had witnessed everything, though, and amidst their discussion of what to do to get themselves back into the fight, Muichiro couldn't help but smile. "You two reached an understanding, didn't you?"

"I guess, yeah. More or less."

"I get it. Brothers don’t always say what they mean until the last moment. Can you stand? We need to hurry and go help him."

--

In the changing courses of the Infinity Fortress, and already disoriented with how her head spun, Tamayo would have been crushed by a wall zooming by had a girl with pink hair not grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the way. "That was close! Are you alright? WAH!!" her rescuer said and then fell backwards out of a window.

Tamayo tried to stand, but whether it was the rumbling or the medicine, she could not. She’d have tipped over sideways into an abyss, but she was caught in the enormous arms of the Rock Pillar. 

"Himejima-san...” she said as she held her head and settled to her knees, “You should be fighting... leave me, you should be fighting!"

"And you shouldn't be here like this, it's dangerous. You've done enough."

"No, I have to--" she started to say, but he ran through the next open door. 

--

"A mark... but being over the age of 25... I predict you'll die tonight..."

"You think I didn't come prepared for that?" Himejima replied to the demon as he gave his spiked ball a spin. With the mark, it spun with more ease than he had ever felt capable of before. It would be an honor to die on the same night as Oyakata-sama, if only he could bring Muzan's head as an offering.

--

Amidst the flashing and shattering and huge icy splashes all around her, Shinobu could barely stay conscious, but the sound that startled her eyes back awake was a THUD next to her. She turned her head, and there was Inosuke, covered in ice patches and the lashes of his eyelids all closed against each other like a delicate princess in slumber.

Inosuke was never one to look so peaceful. 

--

"CAAAAW!! AGATSUMA ZENITSU!! HASHIBIRA INOSUKE!!! DEAD!!!!!"

Tanjiro’s eyes filled with tears before he was conscious that he even heard a crow caw. When the realization caught up to his mind not even a second later, he felt all the Breath knocked clear out of his stomach. 

"aa.. aaaa--!!"

"Keep going!" Giyuu caught him by the arm and pulled him to keep running. "It's up to you to keep their sacrifices from being in vain."

The hot tears and snot flowed down the back of Tanjiro’s throat; even after all the grueling losses he had suffered, Tanjiro couldn't believe he would never see those two again. It didn't feel real. He wanted so bad to believe that they would come running to join him in this final battle. 

--

"A-aaa-Anikiii!! Ahhh!!!"

Genya could hardly manage words, only screams came to his lips; there was so much he wanted to say. He couldn’t even cradle Sanemi's head without Himejima's help, for he was so shook that his trembling hands were going to make Sanemi fall apart. Sanemi was nearly in pieces from that blow he took from Kokushibo. 

The demon was at last dead thanks to Muichiro's white blade having burned bright Red to take the head off once and for all, but now Muichiro was shaky and white from blood loss, but someone he was still standing. It was hard to see any of Sanemi's face, for all the gushing gore he was covered in. His eyes were unfocused on the ceiling, but his hands found Genya's, and he gave him the clear vials of oil in his pockets. "Take these to Muzan," he said, clasping his hands around his brother's with the last of his strength, "Fuck him up."

"Nii... Niichaaaan!!"

---

Genya was ready to let the world burn, had Himejima not ordered him to get a grip. His master was right, Genya wasn't going to be able to do anything to honor Sanemi if he didn't calm down. Maybe he could never be calm enough to use Breath, but he could use Repetitive Action to collect his focus.

It was right after that when Himejima warned him not to try eating Muzan, for Tamayo had used a medicine on him which might affect Genya too. Neither Genya nor Muichiro had ever heard of the Corp working with a demon besides Nezuko, but after all they had already been through, they were quick to accept the shock. When they found their way to the battle, Mitsuri was already down.

-- 

Iguro had told her she'd done enough, but what she knew he meant was, 'stay alive.' How could she live with herself if this was all she had done to help? Especially after all those swordsmen laid down their lives placing their hope in her!

'Saving the weak is the responsibility of those born strong…,' the voice of her former master rang with a deep timbre through her mind. 'Kanroji, you may even have the strength to one day surpass me as a swordsman!'

"Rengoku…san..."

‘…above all, you have a heart filled with great love!’

"Kanroji-sama, please let me treat your--"

"I have to go... I have to go protect every precious person left!"

She meant that, and it shot power back through her limbs. Her collar bone burned bright with a mark, and her speed and healing increased. It might take away from her life span, but for now, all that mattered was this last hour before daylight! 

She joined the fight with Iguro and Tanjiro, whipping her blade and following Tanjiro's lead in flailing the swords of their fallen comrades. Being hit with a zapping attack that made her body all clench up with electricity until Muichiro swooped in to make it stop. She had dropped her sword somewhere, but she still had her blessedly strong muscles. She caught Muzan's arm and screamed at him as she ripped it off, but that left her defenseless as a claw ripped across her belly. 

'Not my womb!' she cried out in her mind, but on her second thought as she went down, she chided herself for still clinging to old dreams. 

--

"Iguro-san... Ah! It hurts! It hurts!!"

"I'm here. I'll hold you until the pain is gone."

"But you're... you're hurt too... I don't want you to die!"

What did his pain matter? The ache in his chest as he heard her suffer was worse than any of his open wounds. "I don’t think either of us has long. If you’ll allow me to run my mouth, do you remember the day we first met?”

She swallowed hard before answering. “I was lost in Oyakata-sama’s mansion, and you helped me…”

“No. It was the other way around. I was the one saved by the sight of you, a normal girl whose laugh rang pure like a bell at the lightest thing, who didn’t let anyone feel how hard she must had trained to become a Pillar."

"Iguro... san...!"

He let his exposed lips blather on, unrestrained. "Talking with you made me feel like a normal man, it made me happy. I’m sure your brightness and kindness has saved the hearts of many, but Kanroji, I promise you, if you'll have me... in our next lives, I will make you the happiest bride."

As she sobbed and accepted, he wondered if he deserved to say such a thing while still pouring with unclean blood all over her. But he'd be cleansed of that blood soon enough, and he felt cleaner for having told her how he felt. 

-- 

"Please, treat the children. It's too late for me."

"Himejima-sama," cried the Kakushi and swordsmen next to him, but the Insect Pillar, with open wounds across her face and her hair a loose mess, coughed and gurgled.

"No!" she spat specks of blood, "I've--guh--I've stopped the bleeding, you're--guh--you're going to pull through!"

"I had the mark. It'll kill me shortly."

"Not if-g'huh--ghh-guh—not if I can help it!"

"Shinobu-san, stand aside. You're in no condition to focus on anyone but yourself."

She looked over, stunned at the sight of Tamayo in the sunlight. As she could not, Himejima was the one to speak. "Where's Yushiro?"

Tamayo's face twisted to a complicated grimace. "He made a bad joke. The foolish child..."

--

"Tomioka-san, please let us treat your wounds--"

"Where's Tanjiro?"

"Tomioka-san--"

They couldn't keep him from noticing the boy kneeling still, head drooped and uniform bloody all over. Giyuu’s tears welled up faster than the blood guzzling to his mouth. "Tanjiro..."

With the help of the Kakushi, Giyuu teetered and swayed over, then collapsed to his knees in front of him. There were two Kakushi at Tanjiro's sides, and behind him, Genya held up Muichiro. Giyuu’s vision was narrowing, he had to feel his way around for Tanjiro’s hand, still clenching the sword which had at last defeated Muzan. “I couldn’t protect you either… I’m sorry… at least… this time we’ll go together…”

Giyuu’s forehead fell against Tanjiro’s.

Morning came to a quiet lull. Everyone was sniffling, but not Genya. He was silent and dumbfounded, tears streamed down his face as he kept watching as though waiting for Tanjiro to get up and turn around and smile. He wasn’t sure how long he stared, with Muichiro getting heavier and heavier to hold upright, but all of a sudden, Muichiro flinched.

“Tanjiro!?”

--

Shinobu’s hands hit the ground so hard that it made her wrists hurt, and she coughed so forcefully that she thought she might had already taken her last Breath several minutes ago. What good was she doing still alive, if she was stuck against the ground with all her poison blood going everywhere without doing a lick of good? That should had been her shoulder stuffed into Tanjiro’s mouth, not Nezuko’s! After all that effort to save her, Nezuko was going to die over there like that. Muichiro and Himejima were at their limits, and for all Shinobu could tell, Mitsuri and Iguro and Giyuu were all dead.

She noticed Kanao’s boots scraping across the ground out of the corner of her eye. She looked up to find her Tsuguko, her sister, letting go of her stomach injury and reaching for her sword.

“He’s barely turned… there’s still time…”

“K—uhh!—Ngh!!”

“…if the strike hits perfectly!!”

-- -- __

[Continued in Part 2. Warning, it's long and not my best writing. I am stunned by its directions too.] Or... [Concluded in Part 3]

#what even #my fics #though I wish I would had committed to a long-form fic for more subtle development instead of the 17000 'I'll just do the key developments' #monstrousity this turned into #I try to blame Anon but I was a willing accomplice and had fun even if my efforts to finish it made the quality suffer #I really should not tag this as a fix-it Au

[starry-skies-116]

Gears of Fate

“Sh-showtime already!?” the Glamrock Animatronic stammers, glancing into the mirror with bright, glowing animatronic eyes alight with an artificial neon yellow and fluorescent white. Clearly, something was not right here. “I am experiencing a malfunction… the recharge cycle is not yet complete!”

It happened way too fast for his computing to comprehend at all- Freddy was merely performing a song from the database stored within his programming, the stagelights on, the audience cheering, the other animatronics performing around him... when a strange heat and power coursed through him, electricity crackling and pooling unto his fingertips and eyes. A strange, high keening sound squealing from his systems, blaring red amidst the deafening sirens as he felt his servos dissolve into carbonated, liquid lava incarnate. It felt akin to light stolen from the stars themselves, if exaggeration were to be an option.

And after the agonizingly long moment of an unconscious, twilight black, the abyss was steeped in glowing turquoise embers only for the SAFE MODE notification to blare across his vision before reality returned to the world around him once more. Like a relieved exhale after fate holds its breath for longer than anticipated.

What could he sense beyond that hazy mist of white static, that skull-splitting pain, coalesced into individual dreams of the distant past incarnate? Memories long since resurfaced? What had he hoped to find? Further absolution, perhaps, even though he, Michael Terrence Afton, had long since haphazardly crafted himself a moment of defining self-acceptance long ago?

“I am experiencing a malfunction…” he murmurs to no one in particular. “The recharge cycle is not complete!”

“Hush!” a girl’s voice echoes from within, possibly downwards. “Silence at once, you fool!”

Well, that wasn’t very polite, his subconscious mind pipes up. Yet the chatter in his mind was more curiously fixated upon why there was a girl’s voice coming from within. “Who said that?” Freddy asks inquisitively, testing the waters. He expected silence- listless and unresponsive, yet to his surprise, a prompt and swift response immediately followed his query in kind.

“T’was me!” the girl once again replies in an exasperated exclamation: she sounded quite disgruntled and annoyed in nature, a tad unbecoming for that of a child. Yet he also detected something else… desperation, mayhaps? “I’m down here.”

“Down where?” Freddy asks, scanning the decorated carpets of his green room only to find no child gazing back up at him from the ground. “I still cannot see you.”

A scoff can be heard from within, and Freddy’s servos whirr in annoyance as an artificial sigh rattles his endoskeleton- it takes a bit of self control not to groan. “Oh? He can’t see me, he says!” the disembodied girl’s voice exclaims. The mild pings of frustration were soon replaced by immediate alarmed dismay as he feels a punctuated one-two knock on the door to his chest cavity from within.

Is this girl fucking stupid!? Michael thinks to himself as his built-in features filter the vulgar thoughts into something more child-appropriate: “My… stomach hatch? That place is reserved for oversized birthday cakes and pinatas! It is not a safe play area!” he exclaims, voicebox fritzing as if on instinct to scold the girl.

“Well, was it like there was anywhere better to hide?” the girl snaps back bitterly, yet Freddy ignores her. “Please disembark the internal chest cavity area at once to avert any possible scenarios involving injury! I advise this of you for your own safety!”

The animatronic bear only merely tilted forward to finally see the child tumbling out through the open hatch- a caucasian girl with smooth pale skin, around nine to ten years of age. “Gah-!” she exclaims, spitting out the shriek as if it were bile as she tumbles unceremoniously to the ground in a heap of limbs and clothing.

“There you are!” Freddy exclaims as he grabs the young child by her arms, seizing the chance to get a closer look at her. The result sent him into momentary shock as he scanned.

The girl had prominent, bright green eyes, glimmering with specks of chartreuse and jade, alight with a peculiar and inquisitive glimmer here and there as the light in her iris- yet now they were wide and afraid, glancing back at him with an uncertain look. She possessed freckles, glossy lips aflush with the lightest smidgen of colour, and a roseate blush upon her cheeks, as well as straight, rather volumnous hair, sleek front bangs and sideburns that barely dangled above her bare shoulders like golden waterfalls akin to her ponytail, tied up and secured by a cute red bow, barely dangling downwards to drape over just the back of her neck. 

Just like Elizabeth, his mind unhelpfully supplies.

Where her sleeves were supposed to be were replaced with frills, as equally a balming shade of lilac as the rest of her collared button-down top, adorned with black buttons. She donned what appeared to be a cross between skirt suspenders and overalls a shade of a dreamy buttercup yellow alongside a decorative white belt, the skirt itself frilly and girly in nature, stuffed copiously with comfortable-looking and soft cotton white lace inside. As if the skirt itself could cushion her fall and prevent damage should she land on her rear.

Her feet dangled rather endearingly above the ground- wearing white socks adorned with dull pink stars and black, polished mary jane shoes- a bandage present on her right knee.

Just like Elizabeth.

No, no, he admonishes himself as he scans her for the uptienth time, no matches popping up of all the recorded guests of the Pizzaplex that matched her face in particular: Stay focused.

“Scanning complete… how odd,” he murmurs as he drops the girl on her feet to the floor. “Your guest profile is… unknown to me. Who are you?” he asks.

He swears he sees a hint- the faintest glimmer- of heartache and yearning in the lost girl’s eyes as she struggles to find the coalescing name upon her lips. Her mouth opens as if to form a vowel, yet her teeth settles upon her lips and closes to pronounce a consonant instead. “V…V-Vanessa,” she finally speaks, stammering out the words with precaution, hesitation- a meticulously crafted and thought out response after evaluating all options laid out before her. “Yes, my name is Vanessa.”

Vanessa… hmm.

“Vanessa…” he lets the name roll off his tongue, servos whirring and clicking in affirmation. A pretty name for a pretty young lady. I suppose it is the right name to call her by. “Hmm. I will notify the main office… oh?” he asks as the error notification pops up on his interface. Michael would grumble in frustration if he could, yet that grumble manifested as a pitched, barely noticeable whirr. “Huh. There appears to be a connection error… I cannot connect to the main network,” he mumbles, trying again to achieve a different result.

The expression on Vanessa’s face twists into one of a disgruntled, pained expression- one of concern, yet simultaneous disgust and distrust. “It’s him!” she glowers, teeth bared almost defensively, spitting out the words like visceral bile laced with a venom he didn’t expect coming from someone as sweet and unassuming in appearance as her. “He cut you off from the network. He’s not going to allow you to call for help… he’ll stop at nothing to find me!”

“Who’s looking for you? Your father?” the seven foot tall bear animatronic asks in reply, now curious. He quirked an eyebrow and tilted his head as much as his preprogrammed facial restrictions would allow.

Well, I mean- she looks no older than ten, Freddy thinks to himself. She’s bound to have parents, or at least a legal guardian looking for her-

“Shh! Hear that? Footsteps!” the girl exclaims, scuttling quickly to the window partially draped in curtains. Her already heeled mary jane shoes prop themselves upon their tippy toes as they peer through the curtain, spotting the security guard- appearing as disgruntled as a normally stoic and emotionless individual could be, storming around and waving a flashlight.

Freddy recognized the man that reminded him of his dearly beloved once-brother all too well, with brown, voluminous hair, bangs falling between his eyes and his sideburns framing his face. Large gentle eyes, compound and dark in nature with no pupils, the only sign of him aging that the light would fade from his eyes after his twenty-second birthday to give him a hollowed, haunted and empty look- his face remained youthful and gentle otherwise. 

The young man outside donned the standard security guard uniform complimenting his fairly muscled and average-height, 5’2 figure: a white button-down shirt, two small single chevron collar pins, simple black shoulder marks and an oval patch featuring a police-style badge, complimented rather tastefully by black oxford pants, slacks equally dark in colour and a brown leather belt, of which was adorned on the right hip by a gold-tinted badge.

“That is the security officer, Gregory Anderson!” Freddy exclaims cheerily. “He can help you!”

That certainly must’ve offended her, because a dark shade of an incredulous awe befalls her expression- Vanessa turns around with her mouth curved in the shape of an ‘O’, brows furrowed and scrunched together as she crosses her arms and assumes a more caught off-guard stance. “Is there an error in your code, are you right in the head?” she reprimands rather harshly.

The sarcasm present in that rhetorical question rather wounded him, though it would wound his ego to admit it more. “W-why?” he asks, rather bewildered by the half-insult.

“Why!? Oho, why, he asks!” Vanessa chuckles, laughter boisterous yet not quite loud enough. Her green eyes- so similar to Elizabeth’s- glimmer with the faintest hint of annoyance. “Are you out of your mind!? No! Absolutely not, no- I don’t trust him in the slightest!” she declares, placing her hands on her hips in a confident and sophisticated gesture.

The painful memory of his younger siblings return to mind.

“Why not?” Freddy asks. Gregory was friendly- stoic and stern, yet with moments of visible kindness and emotiveness, despite not quite knowing how to communicate and having a stranger way with words than most. What possible malintent could someone as demure and unassuming as him have?

“I’ve not any clue as to who he is, but clearly he has his own agenda!” the blonde girl hisses, exasperatedly waving her arms around in a gesture as if trying to get him to understand. “Don’t you understand? He’s out for my blood in some way! Isn’t there any other way we can communicate besides you talking so loudly?”

“Here, take this staff prototype of the novelty Freddy Fazwatch,” Freddy offered generously, his facial features shifting to a more amiable and softened look, probably meant to comfort distressed children in some way. His stomach hatch opened to reveal a decorative and high-tech orange watch inside, adorned with neon turquoise accents, and Vanessa squeaked and rubbed her eyes, tentatively reaching out to grab it before securing it around her wrist, hesitantly following the unsaid instructions.

Shaking her arm to make sure the watch didn’t fall off wasn’t a good idea, for as soon as Vanessa did, the watch sprung to life with a complicated trilling noise and a series of mini holographs, causing her to jump back with a startled, high-pitched gasp that knocked most of the wind out of her.

“What- what was that...?!” the young girl asks shakily, trying to sound less frazzled than when her little vocal accident occured. Freddy merely gave her a calm reply, not moving an inch: “I am sending you an encoded message.”

The seven-foot tall animatronic bear watches with great intent as the child taps at the Fazwatch, and smiles as he immediately hears his own jovial demeanor dripping from the message he sent, even though it made Vanessa sigh and wince a little bit: “Hello, Vanessa! It is me, Freddy. I will escort you to the main entrance. However, I am unable to leave this room- you should have no problem enacting a quick solution to that obstacle, however. There is a button on the wall that will open the door to the back room. I will make it accessible to you now.”

Creeping towards the green button, scanning it up and down and checking once, twice, thrice to make sure nothing came out and jumpscared her, Vanessa hesitantly ghosted the tips of her fingers over the button before willing every inch of her body to apply pressure, and to not jump and scream like some demented and starved hyena when the door to the maintenance room opened. She blinked in rapid succession as she peered into the abyss contained in the singularity within.

“Well done, Vanessa! There is an open air vent inside the maintenance room- you will have to climb through the ventilation system and release me from the outside.”

Michael was absolutely, positively, ten-thousand percent sure of what the child before him was thinking bitterly to herself: Oh, come the hell on, through that creepy room and into the dark-ass vent!? The number one place a ten-year old could become incredulous and terrified and literally on the verge of shitting bricks, seriously! What’s wrong with you!? 

“Fate must have turned against me tonight in particular,” Vanessa bemoans, the PG filter still thankfully kept on her.

Freddy gives her some semblance of reassurance as a massive animatronic paw, completely dwarfing- no, enveloping her head, gives it a few pats. He thinks Vanessa nearly leaned into the touch, her gesture barely noticeable, yet decides to shake it off as his own hopeful imagination ultimately.

“There is nothing to be scared of. You can do it!” he replies, encouragement evident in his words.

The girl heaves in a deep breath and steps into the darkness, her footstep echoing and rebounding off of the formless walls. Her eyes begin to adjust, and with every inhale and exhale, cyclical and perfectly timed, she finds himself walking amidst the supply room- past the scattered boxes and sticky notes, carefully navigating through stacked machinery and wires interwoven between one another across the floor, plugged into the server machines lined up against the walls- the concrete floor chilled her feet through to her bones even through the thick and hard black soles of her shoes. Every breath she heaves out condensates into a cold, wet and visible puff of steam, gracing her cheeks with the tingle of a cold burn.

One more graceful, meticulously thought-out step, and Vanessa’s figure vanishes into the darkness.

Something stirs within Freddy as he watches on, eager and anticipating- the fond dream, perhaps, of his two beloved siblings being cradled by safety and warmth in his own arms, shielded from the world and mired in the eternal bliss of that same dream- as selfish and as unrealistic as a thought could ever manifest itself.

Yet in those round, sharp and glimmering green eyes- that blonde hair tied neatly up by a red bow, and her strangely dark eyebrows a near-colour of ginger, that reminded him of bygone days crumbling apart with arguments and senseless pranks… he found her.

In Gregory… he barely found Evan. And now, within Vanessa… he just barely sensed Elizabeth.

Or perhaps he was in regrettably less-than-optimal condition due to being on low power mode, Freddy chides himself, and he needs to focus. He shakes his head, servos once again twitching and coursing with electricity. “Stay safe, Superstar…” he mumbles, crossing his arms and letting his brows furrow- he finds himself caring for the peculiar, sharp-tongued blonde girl more than he would like.

And maybe, just maybe, afterwards… she could run into his arms as he shields her from the world, so that he may live out that selfish dream of absolution once more.

#Fateswap!Security Breach #death swap aftons au #crying child fnaf #crying child #Evan Afton (CC/BV) #Michael Afton #Elizabeth Afton #Vanessa FNAF #Vanessabot/Vanessabeth/Vanvessel #GregEvan #FNAF Gregory #Glamrock Freddy FNAF #Glammike #fnaf security breach #My secondary AU #Fateswap!! how do y'all like it lol

[ask-a-guard-dog]

Seline got to pick the next hire. Andale had gotten someone to help him, it only made sense that she eventually got to pick an assistant as well with the new budget increase. And, well, Dr. Kyle disagreed, but the boy had been living and breathing hunting for years, a hamon user in his own right before Seline even touched him. Oh yes, Eijiro was more than qualified for the position, but it wasn't good for him. There had been incidents. Creatures the doctor wanted alive that didn't come back at all. It had been getting better, but these things were not to be overlooked. Not to mention the language gap between them and this boy. Seline loved him. Someone who was so single mindedly focused on destroying vampires and their ilk as her. If he wasn't careful, he'd have a coup on his hands.

#fateswap au #[alone at the edge of the universe] eijiro #((Andale: Here's my hire. I vetted him and I think his tech knowledge will really help us)) #((Seline: Look at zees feral child I found in zee woods))

[fabthememesatan]

au related stuff i forgot to post

#fabthememesatan #ibispaintx #art #my art #my oc art #fateswap au #fateswap!risma #fateswap!alvoz #fateswap!l0nlee.wav #fateswap!phasma #tw body horror #tw eye contact #eye contact #i might update risma's colour palette for the au at a later date but i still havent gotten some of the other designs done yet #and no im not posting the old phasma design rn

[aphros-de-los]

FATESWAP SORA FOR @ohonama the first pic is his kh4 design forgive the crappy quality

#kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts sora #kh #kh art #fateswap sora #fs sora #kingdom hearts au #he's just standing there.. menacingly...

[s0l-st-ice]

This is Rellik, they’re pretty cool heh

OK SO BASICALLY IN THIS COOL FUNNY LITTLE FATESWAP IDEA I HAD I THOUGHT INSTEAD OF KILLER BEING LIKE Y’KNOW… SANS.. I THOUGHT MAYBE CHARA KIND OF FORESAW THAT KILLER WOULD BETRAY THEM ONE DAY ANDJUST TOOK TO ACTION THEMSELF?? AND TOOK FULL CONTROL OF SANS’ BODY FOR A WHILE AND WAS JUST AIMLESSLY WANDERING AROUND UNTIL A certain variant of sans CAME UPON THEM AND CUTELY DRAGGED THEIR HUSK SELF OUT OF THE AU AND GOT THEM A NEW VESSEL (probably a Storyshift chara or something) AND RELLIK IS NOW INDEBTED TO HIM

I mean he could just go but the guy who gave them the vessel is. A little. Eeerrrrrmmm the kind of guy you don’t want to walk away frm :(

I wanna gush abt the AU so bad but RAHHHHH

#art #undertale #undertale art #undertale au #undertale oc #killer sans #chara #oc art #chara art #chara au

[ohonama]

Something new to represent a new step.

fateswap Sora in his slay kh4 design, done by my partner in crime (aka, the person who created Fateswap alongside me, @aphros-de-los ). Enjoy the silly.

#kingdom hearts #sora #sora kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts au #soranort #soranort kind of #fateswap sora #fs sora #kh sora #kingdom hearts fanart #kh fanart #artists on tumblr #ohonama’s art #26/3/23 #enjoy