#forlorn au

[viveela]

Rise of Miss Power - My Version Pt.1

Listen I loved this special as a kid it changed my life

However I really felt the itch to rewrite some stuff and change things so here's my version of the climax

#veedraws #the rise of miss power #miss power #wordgirl #word girl #wg fanart #fan art #becky botsford #forlorn au #its relevant it's canon in that comic okay. this is basically supplementary reading #so put ur reading glasses and see if u can catch any foreshadowing lmfao #fan comic #rewrite #retcon(?) #also wordgirl is still tossed around the same places I just didn't wanna draw bgs lol

[forlorn-au]

Kind of strange, isn't it?

#forlorn au #becky botsford #wordgirl #word girl #pbs kids #post finale #fan comic #fan art #volume one #volume one: catalyst #tj botsford #tim botsford

[seakrisp]

friends with you (vibecky forlorn au) - animatic unfinished

I also forgot to share this 😭😭😭

animatic based in @forlorn-au !!!

song is Friends With You by The Scary Jokes

#seajjae illustrations #seajjae animatics #wordgirl #animatic #wordgirl animatic #wordgirl fanart #vibecky #violet heaslip #forlorn au #WG au #the scary jokes #fun fun fun

[oddogoblino]

He uh.... he loves his job- sooo...much...

Reblogs would be greatly appreciated!

#OddityGoblity #Forlorn Half-Lights AU #dca au #dca art #daycare attendant sun #fnaf sundrop #fnaf sun #sundrop #sun sb #fnaf sb sun #hes so so tired being the only one doing his job

[wanderinguteruspress-blog]

I tossed my hat in ring for the @tmntaucompetition with my Rode AU.

Here goes nothing!

I’m still working away on it, just life being life and not having as much time to draw.

Leo hanging around in snow.

#rise rodeo au #rise rodeo #legal adult mutant cowboy turtles #cow boy leo #doing cowboy things #like staring off into the distance looking forlorn #someone get him a guitar #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise tmnt #cowboy Leo propaganda #rise leo #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #leo hamato

[forlorn-gems]

Pink Diamond🌸

Hopefully this will be the final redesign for her. I'm real happy with this one! I'm still experimenting with the classic SU style because I just love it so much. White Diamond's design is coming soon so stay tuned for her!

Thanks to everyone who still supported me on my hiatus. I think I'm ready to slowly start posting new content. While I was away, I've been working on a lot. I can't wait to share it with you all!💙

#forlorn gems #steven universe #steven universe au #su fanart #su art #comics #steven universe fanart #pink diamond #pink diamond su

[alorhna]

Forbidden Fruit

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It was a normal day, or night. Maybe.

I couldn’t tell anymore, the hours began to blur together.

Atleast when I was in the tower, I could see the dawn shine in, and the stars when the sun went to bed. But in this gloomy basement, (or what I at-least think is the basement) I couldn’t tell what time it was, or how long I’d been here to begin with.

The only way I knew days were passing was when Kylar brought me that tray of food, and asked his dull questions.

‘How are you?’

‘Are you hunrgy?’

It was amusing how he seemed to hang on to every word I said, no matter how small or insignificant.

He reminded me of the baby foxes that dwelled in the moors.

Kylar must have felt so proud to take me down and keep me in this gloomy place. But his binding is poor, I could have freed myself at any moment and run for the hills if I wanted.

‘So why didn’t I…’

It’s a question that’s been eating at me for weeks.. days?.. hours. Eh.

There’s something familiar about Kylar, about this place. I just can’t put my finger on it.

The scraping of steel on stone floor caught my attention. My little green eyed fox had come to feed me. Adorable.

Kylar looked off however, more fidgety. Well, more than normal anyway.

“What’s wrong” I ask, my voice felt raspy, I hadn’t spoken in hours.

“I-I’m sorry” Kylar stutters and fidgets. Hopping From one foot to another. “I shouldn’t have done this to you- your my girlfriend.” His voice is full of grief as he quickly begins to unfasten my binds.

“I just.. I.. I don’t know what came over me.” He says, looking down onto the floor.

I shrug and stretch my tired limbs, it’s been forever since I could move. I moan softly as my aching muscules stretch and pop.

When I look at Kylar he still has that saddened expression. I sigh and give him a wry smile. “It’s in the past..alright?” I say calmly. “Just don’t do it again.”

At that he nods, quite quickly.

Kylar then proceeds to lead me out of where I assume is the basement and into another room on a higher floor. He has a few clothes laid out in front of me. Their gothic. Quite fitting for the ambience of his home, I suppose.

Once I’ve finished dressing, I twirled in my black dress. It was quite comfortable, surprisingly so. the clothes were strangely my exact size.. but then again this was Kylar, if anyone would have my measurements memorized it would most likely be him.

After we finish dressing Kylar urges me to hurry as he leads me out of that room and back into the hallway; he’s very excited and anxious. He kept mumbling about introducing me to some people close to him.

Family maybe? I wasn’t fully aware, I was slightly distracted by the grandeur of the halls. Kylars home wasn’t the cleanest by far but it was definitely spacious, the inside reminded me of some of the larger houses I had visited on Danube street when I ran errands or did odd jobs from time to time.

As we passed a corner in the hall, my sharp eyes are drawn to a large portrait; a painted one, must have been expensive by how exquisite and well-kept it looked.

It was a depiction of a tall, lanky man with green eyes, and grey beard he had pale skin with stylishly slicked hair. In a chair next to him, was a beautifully voluptuous woman, with brown skin, jet-black hair soft pink eyes. And seated on her lap was a hyper child with a bright smile who seemed to be the perfect combination of his parents traits: With his brown skin, bright green eyes and black hair, it was..Kylar.

With how young Kylar looked the painting, it must have been done years ago. Though Kylar didn’t look as if he’d grown much. Sure he was endowed in.. certain places and his features were sharper, but when it came to his height he’d barely grown more than a few feet and he was quite lean, almost unhealthy. It made me wonder at times if he ate healthy portions of food.

In honest comparison when I first met Kylar I thought he must’ve been from a different year, due to this. but no, he was in the same classes as the rest of us.

He was just small.

My eyes kept drifting back to the painting, and how Kylar changed from such a bright smiling child to the timid boy I know today. What could have happened..?

I found myself staring once again at Kylar’s mother and I scowled slightly as I tried to force my eyes away. But no matter how much I tried to keep my eyes and thoughts focused, I kept finding myself staring at the woman in the portrait.

She…-she looked just like me. Or perhaps, I looked like her.

The feeling that spread through me at that moment was unsettling.

And as Kylar finally managed to pull my attention away from the portrait I noticed something else. his brown complexion, dark-black hair…

If I hadn’t known better, I’d say we could pass off as siblings. But that couldn’t be. I was an orphan.

I had to be…

But then winters ramblings drifted into my mind.

Rambling of history and artifacts.

Of the temples background and of the tragedy that became of the previous ‘believers’ of the faith along with their disappearance.

Of a fallen aristocrat family and the sacrilegious sin they committed decades ago.

Of the broken visions in the hookah parkour; of mayor Quinn and his dealings with Bailey and the mysterious entity keeping him hostage in that strange forest.

Of ivory and the way they stalk the streets for their missing children stolen by Quinn each time the rain passes through elk street.

Of sweet, kind, Sydney, of our holy promise. And of the dark demeanor he keeps hidden lest someone tempt his wrath.

There were dozens of mysteries in this strange town. But right now, beyond all of them; there was two things I was 100% sure of.

Firstly, The numerous incidents in this town were connected. And somehow I was at their epicenter.

And secondly…

This has all happened before.

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WELP!

That was part two, of forbidden fruit.

These writing scenes are part of the backstory between Kylar and Alorhna and their relationship. As well as hints of the future mysteries Alorhna will begin to dive into the more she explores the town and its residents.

And if it wasn’t already obvious by the hints, and my previous posts: in my AU Kylar and Alorhna are Half-siblings.

I also have some more mature scenes planned for Alorhna and Kylar ||aka their gonna fuck- (and have kids eventually) it is what it is|| in the future despite this.

if that makes you as a reader uncomfortable your free to go at any time, my content is about DOL (and that game isn’t for everyone and if you don’t like it that’s fine!) as well as my own personal ideas and writing which I will admit are weird AF, but I’m here to post art and writing and to just have fun, so if you don’t like it your free to go.

But for those who are curious and like what I post stick around cuz I got more planned for Alorhna and the rest of the LI’s >:D

#dol #alorhna the songbird #oc #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #ivory wraith #degrees of lewdity bailey #kylar the loner #ivory wraith the forlorn #ivory wraith the reflection #degrees of lewdity ivory wraith #degrees of lewdity sydney #degrees of lewdity kylar #Dol: AU songbird

[aniquinart]

i know you… i walked with you once upon a dream.

azura rarepair weekend day one: soulmates au.

#take a soulmates au with the red string of fate #take azura and conquest-locked niles #and throw them in the woods of the forlorn birthright style #it’s a recipe for angst and longing !! #fire emblem #fire emblem fates #fe14 #azura #niles #nilezura #niles x azura

[carsonian]

new stevetony crack fic. pls hold in ur gasps of shock

(count olaf voice) hello, hello, hello...i've spent every minute of free time i've had over the past three days (not a lot bc i am in a state of constant not-freedom) writing a crack fic in the style of a chatlog. and i mean "style" quite literally. that is why it's taken THREE days. it's a soulmate au set in highschool. stevetony bc who else would i look at html for. btw i am never going into the html version of ao3 ever again. i don't mean to be so explicitly bourgeoisie but rich text is where it's at. anyway, here's the fic. please heed the notes in the beginning so that the formatting works for u. PLEASE also do not be intimidated by the word count. it's much shorter than it seems.

'Cause It's You and Me (and All of the People) on AO3 | 8,947 | Rated T

Steve and Tony discover that they're soulmates in their senior year of high school. As they wrestle with this realisation and try to build out a genuine relationship in the backdrop of high school nonsense and college admissions stress, they're met with a ridiculous number of hurdles in the form of every friend in their circle recruiting them as "fake dates". (A.K.A. the high school soulmates AU where they keep getting pulled into fake dating schemes for other people, told in a chatlog / texting format)

#i have been binging asoue again #so if anyone wants asoue fic #i could be persuaded #steve could pull off a very good forlorn lemony except it's post-cw au and beatrice ie tony is still alive #my writing #my fics #stevetony

[jargyles]

stonathan - ten (give or take) years of purposefully forgetting the importance of saving phone numbers

stonathan sunday prompt by @stonathanweek | prompt: "what aren't you telling me?" | they're broken up, and it's been a while

"what aren't you telling me?"

jonathan is unamused by the way steve's smile drops from his face.

steve is quiet, arms crossed over the railing in front of jonathan's porch. it's strange, watching him close up after… everything. it's almost like watching a balloon pop; the rapid switch from full to empty, the sighing slump of his shoulders, and to jonathan, it's out of character for him.

"you come here, and you refuse to let me close the door in your face." still, jonathan insists on being told the truth. they're older now, they shouldn't be hiding hints and clues in each other's actions anymore. "you say things are 'messed up back home', whatever that means, and you-"

and still, after all these years, jonathan can't ever find it in himself to stay mad at steve, no matter the reason.

"i want to know what's up with you." jonathan's hands, which were raised and moving through each word as he talked, came back down. he crosses his arms too, eyes fixated on his porch light shining on a few strands of gray combed behind steve's ear. it hasn't been that long... has it? "can we just- talk about it?"

there was a point in time where steve was the one begging jonathan to be open, honest, vulnerable, even. as if the two of them thought of it at the same time, they both laugh shortly through their noses. jonathan runs a hand over his hair at how ridiculous this all is. the visit, the cold stare, the passive aggressiveness, the genuine joy he felt seeing steve harrington of all people at his door again. of all the things he missed about hawkins, one of them may or may not be the way steve would show up at his house whenever he wanted, unannounced, as if they had all the time in the world to be together. if they were still together, jonathan would find it romantic or spontaneous, but now he's just concerned.

steve looks back at him through a glance out of the side of his eye, and jonathan almost misses it because of his glasses. steve actually wears his glasses now, what the fuck, how long has it been. then he's shaking his head, as if he can't believe what he's about to say, as if jonathan has any grounds to judge him on.

"it's- i'm just gonna spit it out- it's the upside down again." steve is running a hand over his face, pushing his glasses out of the way, and jonathan's heart drops to the soles of his shoes. "dustin got me hooked on it, honestly, and now it's like- it's getting harder to, y'know, figure all this shit out by myself. kinda by myself, but you know what i meant."

"hooked on… what?" jonathan's eyebrows are drawn into a scowl.

"research, mostly." steve says it like it's nothing, like the very mention of that place doesn't make jonathan want to call nancy immediately. "hands-on research."

#this is part of a bigger au for a certain polyculeeee that ive always referred to as 'future au' and its so ANGSTY! #kings.txt #stonathan sunday #stonathan #steve harrington #jonathan byers #they're AGING they're FORLORN they're CHOKED UP and they WON'T ADMIT IT UNTIL THEY THRUST THEMSELVES INTO DANGER AGAIN! type beat #alt title: the one where steve wants the gang back together and jonathan wants no part in it #he's an artsy fartsy photographerrrr nowwww hes gotta go to london for a ~certain band's~ comeback tour of the uk #he doesnt WANTTTT to see steve he doesnt WANTTTT to rally up little demo-creatures across the midwest he just wants to GO TO WORK!!!! #erm anyways! stonathan 5ever

[softquietsteadylove]

Hello! Hope you are doing well?

May I request another one for the Circus one?

It was very angsty and dramatic and we want more!! 😲

Gil sighed as he walked out of his sleeper car and down to the lake. He wasn't having much luck resting while the train was stopped. It seemed counter-intuitive, but he was used to the rattle and clatter of the train moving while he was sleeping. He was aware of so much when it was parked.

"Miss Thena?"

She whirled around, alarmed to have been found with her feet in the water. She wrapped her shawl tighter around herself.

"I-I'm sorry!" Gil stammered, rushing to assure her that he meant no harm nor intrusion. He averted his eyes from the lady in just her night slip, "I didn't-"

"It's fine, Gilgamesh."

He peeked at her just a little. He was a gentleman, after all. She looked more calm now, though, even smiling a little. His eyes adjusted to the dark with only the moon over them. It made her hair seem to glow.

"I was just," she paused, looking down at the beach under her bare feet again.

He looked down at them as well, only for a moment. Even in the dim light, he could see the red on her otherwise porcelain skin. He frowned, "are you hurt?"

She gave him somewhat of a smile as they both looked up at the moon again, "those shoes I wear are not meant for comfort, I'm afraid."

Gil winced to himself. They were pretty, sure--sparkly and with a heel on them. But he had often wondered what the point of that was considering she was never on the ground during shows.

"I like the water," she admitted so quietly it was nearly swallowed by the gentle lapping of the water on the shore. A breeze travelled over it to them. "I lived by the water before I was married."

Gil looked at her too eagerly. He didn't know much about her life before she was married to Kro. No one did.

"I grew up there with my father," she told him without a great deal of weight to it. Maybe she didn't mourn that life as much as he might have thought. "But that was long ago, now."

Gil watched the hem of her silken night dress dance around her legs. She pulled her shawl tighter as another breeze came over them.

Thena blinked as he slipped the towel he had brought with him around her shoulders. She looked at him.

He blushed, "don't want you to catch a chill, Miss."

She smiled at him, and it seemed so different from the smiles she gave showcomers and investors and even her own husband. This one seemed so real. "You're sweet, you know that?"

Gil shrugged, toying with his hands in front of him like a boy, "I-I guess no one's told me as much."

"Well, you are," Thena stated factually. She looked at him, the moon glinting in her green eyes. Something came over her as she pressed, "that heart of yours is invaluable, Gilgamesh."

"Gil."

"Hm?" she blinked again, but didn't snap at him for interrupting her (like a certain ringleader).

"You could-" Gil shifted on his feet as he found himself drowning in those eyes of hers, "you can call me Gil, Miss. Everyone does."

She smiled again, just a soft, little one. She looked up at the moon before testing it out, "Gil."

It had never sounded so beautiful.

"Miss-"

"Thena," she corrected in turn, smiling as she did. Her eyes lowered the next second, "just for now--when we're alone. Kro would have your head if he heard you addressing me so."

Gil got the impression that Kro would have his head for just about anything he did, let alone when it came to his wife.

"But just," she pulled herself up faintly, edging ever so slightly closer to him on the pebbly sand of the lake shore. Her eyes were so compelling, "just when it's us two...call me Thena?"

Gil's heart slammed in his chest, his mouth dry and his mind going quiet. There was only the breeze and the lake and the woman before him. "Thena."

She lit from within, as if hearing her own name for the first time in her life. He would write a song for just her name if it made her so happy.

"I'm afraid you haven't started under the best circumstances," she drew her brows together and retreated from him again. "My husband...Kro is not a kind man."

Gil's fists tightened; he didn't know much about the ringleader of the circus, but what he did know he positively detested.

"He is many things," Thena half corrected and half elaborated, neither apologising nor shying away from it. "But kind is not one of them."

Gil cleared his throat, not at all in the mood to continue talking about that beast. "I'm surprised he hired me, to be honest."

"I did."

Now that was surprising.

Thena did correct herself somewhat, this time. She shuffled in the sand, tugging at his towel and her shawl around her shoulders. "I insisted on having a proper caretaker for the animals. I've been trying to convince him for ages, but when we found you...you were finally so qualified for the job, and so good with Angus...he could no longer refuse."

She had fought for him.

"I'm glad I was able to convince him to bring you on," she smiled again, at least. "If I am to be incapable of convincing him of anything else in our lives, you are the one good to come of it."

She deserved every good life had to offer.

"Well, I certainly appreciate it M-" Gil nearly bit his tongue, eyes glued to her as his lips forced out, "Thena."

Once again, the sound of her name made her glow with happiness.

He made the effort to smile for her, dragging his thoughts away from her monster of a husband. "I'll do my best to do right by that."

She let out what almost sounded like a light laugh, "you already have."

Gil was happy to just stand and stare, but Thena looked back towards the largest sleeper car on the train, where said monster was sleeping and awaiting her. He looked at her, wondering if it would be so outlandish to suggest taking his hand and running away right this second.

"I should," she let it suffice, nodding her head in the direction of her bed. Gil just nodded, accepting his towel back from her silently. Her feet were silent as she took the first few steps back up the beach, "thank you, Gil--for the company."

He squeezed the towel in his hand, all of the breath in his lungs gone and laying at her feet. "Any time, Thena."

She offered him one last, devastatingly beautiful smile before turning.

Gil watched her go until she disappeared to her car. He had no desire to imagine her crawling back into her bed with Kro waiting there for her. Obviously he hadn't noticed her get up and come out here anyway. Inattentive would be the kindest word Gil would ever muster about him.

He sighed, kneeling down by the water and preparing to wash away the sweat of the day and shave off his scruff. Tomorrow was another long day of show prep and animal wrangling. And he had to do right by the Miss--by Thena.

#Thenamesh Circus AU #thank you for the ask! #I'm so glad this one ended up captivating people! #I did like how it turned out #so I'm happy to do more with it #it is very drama much angst #poor loverboy forlorn Gil #so captivated by this absolute vision of a woman #this creature of sheer grace and beauty #his fallen star #his lightning in a bottle #an angel with her wings pinned in a butterfly box #this Gil for sure writes sappy poetry in a little journal at night #poor boi

[viveela]

The Rise of Miss Power - My Version Pt.2

Okay so time for a bit of explanation. I did a lot of reworking w Miss Power because well we hardly know anything and I am not a fan of the reptilian reveal. I explained this before very briefly here.

So my rework of her has her being a sort of half shape shifter. She tries to invades planets and her species can camouflage among the population by turning into the species that inhabits it. No she can't turn into others, she can just hide the fact she's basically a parasite waiting to attack in order to catch others off guard.

I also decided to make the reveal of her snatching off her glasses be a large scar instead... the story of that I can't explain yet. There's a lot of lore I have prepared for Miss Power and I could write a book but I have plans and those will come later.

#veedraws #wordgirl #word girl #the rise of miss power #miss power #becky botsford #wg fanart #fan art #fan comic #rewrite #retcon(?) #forlorn au #this took so long dies forever #this episode ends the same way after all of this btw #and yes I broke the 180 camera rule as foreshadowing that wordgirl will win later on

[forlorn-au]

That must be what's wrong!

#wordgirl #word girl #becky botsford #tim botsford #sally botsford #tj botsford #captain huggyface #bob the monkey #fan comic #forlorn au #pbs kids #post finale #fan art #volume one #volume one: catalyst

[oddogoblino]

I decided to doodle my Sun again, he's been alright. Yeah. He's fine- I love drawing him in stupid inspirational quote crop tops you'd probably find in walmart...

It would be greatly appreciated

#OddityGoblity #fnaf sun #fnaf sb sun #fnaf sb au #fnaf au #sundrop fnaf #fnaf sundrop #fnaf sunny #Forlorn Half-Lights AU #dca au #fnaf daycare attendant

[nocturnalghoul-archive]

*puts finger to your lips* shhhhhHHHHHHH

i canNOT be thinking abt this rn im supposed to be writing hatefuck

*quickly shoves aside document that just says “Painter Mountain Ficlet” at the top*

Huh?… what?…. Oh hi Crow… I’ll wait ❤️. He teaches a weekly class for the siblings :)

#👀💙 #back to giving Ghockey AU Dew beard burn on his thighs I guess :) #forlorn-crows #nocturnal asks

[forlorn-gems]

earth gem

Hematite: Geokinesis. Lapis Lazulis are extremely powerful gems, but there were jobs that even they couldn't do—especially in the absence of water. That's where Hematites came in. Terraforming arid planets was their responsibility. In fact, they played a vital role in the construction of the Moon Bases...

Hematite was trapped in a celestial compass thousands of years after the Gem War ended. She was only unearthed after Stephen found her on a scouting mission with the gems. After forcing her gem out of her vessel, she emerges dazed and confused. "Where—am I?"...

#forlorn gems #steven universe #steven universe au #su fanart #su art #character design