#lighthouse au

[beebopurr]

Lighthouse au where April gets a job at a lighthouse and meets the creatures living on the island (which may or may not sell for a pretty penny in the magical creature hunting business)

#this was inevitable for me #my art #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt april #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt au #lighthouse au

[sheep-turtles-and-pizza]

Lighthouse au belongs to @beebopurr

You don't know what's coming April.

Later....

April: ....ok why not.

#fee art #lighthouse au #rottmnt au #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt april #rottmnt leo #comic #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph

[bkbs-art]

Reach for YOUR star ✨

(I turned this into a bookmark and print! you can grab one if you'd like hehe)

#lol that was so corny #but lance is always gunning for keith hehe #klance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #vld #voltron #keith #lance #laith #fanart #voltron legendary defender #lighthouse au #KLsplAU

[karugoround]

Linocut Nagizuru with reserve course materials.

Showing a bit of the process here (tw sharp tool)

#danganronpa #nagizuru au #nagizuru #lighthouse au #hajime hinata #danganronpa art #nagito komaeda #danganronpa fanart #komahina #nagito #linocut #danganronpa au

[mothmanavenue]

Imagine Keith’s fucking surprise when he turns around, ready to throw hands with the idiot that had tossed a fucking can through his bedroom window, and instead comes face to face with the boy in the photographs that the McClains had set up on the table with the candle, a memorial for their dead son.

He opens his mouth.

“what the fu-”

“STOP THROWING OUT MY THINGS DUDE, COME ON, HAVE SOME FUCKING RESPECT,”

Keith considers that, maybe, Shiro was right, and the isolation was, in fact, fucking with his head.

Hm.

Whatever, this fucker just threw a can at him, and if his mama taught him one thing it’s to not take shit lying down.

“IF YOU DIDN’T WANT ME TO GET RID OF YOUR SHIT, WHY’D YOU HAVE SUCH BAD TASTE?”

Shit, he’s pretty sure you aren’t meant to indulge the delusion.

The boy, if possible, glares harder, form flickering in and out of existence as he raises his hands to his hips, nose scrunching and eyebrows furrowing.

Cute.

Ah fuck, wait, no-

“Bad. Taste?” the boy is seething now; Keith’s pretty sure if this was the looney tunes his head would’ve been steaming, “bad. Fucking. TASTE? I ONLY DIED LAST YEAR, AND ILL BET MY ROTTING BONES THAT UGLY MULLETS HAVEN’T MAGICALLY COME BACK INTO STYLE!”

Keith’s eye twitches. Oh this little shit was gonna fucking get it.

#voltron #lighthouse au #lighthouse keeper keith #ghost lance #voltron legendary defender #voltron fanart #vld #vld fanart #klance #lance mcclain #keith kogane #vld lance #klance fanart #klance art #klance fanfic snippet #klance fic #soft klance #lance voltron #keith voltron #lance mcclain voltron #keith kogane voltron #lance voltron fanart #keith voltron fanart #lance mcclain fanart #keith kogane fanart #keith voltron legendary defender #lance voltron legendary defender #keith kogane voltron fanart #lance mcclain art

[localratman]

zukka lighthouse!au

atla au where zuko was banished to a lighthouse at the edge of the earth kingdom (aka: far away from everyone aside from a small earth kingdom village) instead and one day sokka ends up washing up on his shores.

sokka might also be a selkie cuz im a sucker for selkies.

slow burn, lots of pining, awkward turtle-duck zuko, etc.

i have the brainworms rn, so im gonna be thinking abt this for a while lmao

#zukka #zukka fanfic #well #a fanfic idea #atla #avatar the last airbender #zuko #sokka #lighthouse au #selkie x lighthouse keeper #i have no ideas how lighthouses actually work but the *vibes* are immaculate #and im willing to research

[ineffableigh]

Darling, there's a part of me I'm afraid will always be Trapped within an abstract from a moment of my life The weeds up through the concrete The traffic picking up speed All my love and terror balanced there between those eyes

See how it shines. See how it shines.

~

It's done!

Been working on this since the last chapter of "There is a Light & it Never Goes Out" was posted by @phoen1xr0se - the latter part of the chapter was so striking and I immediately had to do arts about it. It's such a lovely heartfelt story that feels so authentic and is such a fascinating approach to Aziraphale and Crowley. I love it.

Our two lads sit on either side of a door, discussing puffins. Because puffins are great. <3

Detail shots:

Tried to experiment with more painterly brushes and had a ton of fun! I gotta get some better ones though, as the watercolour brushes included with CSP are pretty low res so it ends up quite choppy. I do like the clip mask effect as well, to make a sort of negative space frame I can paint behind. =)

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanart #human au #ineffable husbands #phoen1xr0se #There is a Light & it Never Goes Out #Lighthouse AU #IneffabLeigh's Art Tag #Good Omens Fanfiction

[chipfunk-art]

IT'S DONE HUZZAH

Drawing that I started of @beebopurr 's lighthouse au on Christmas when I first got an official drawing tablet but I'm the world's slowest artist so Happy New Year everybody!

Took some creative liberties sorry. April is injured... somehow. I was gonna add blood but I didn't have the heart to hurt her too bad so it's not that bad don't worry!

Warm-up doodles below and thanks to beebopurr for making an awesome ass au that's just knarly !!!

👍

#rottmnt #lighthouse au #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leonardo #rise leo #rise leonardo #aprilnardo #< implied #but im love them #drawing with a tablet is harder than I initially anticipated but it's a less steep learning curve than drawing with my pointer finger lmao #my art

[mediawhorefics]

14/09/2019

In mid-September, Harry comes home.

A Tired Tired Sea Coda.

#NOBODY LOOKS AT ME NOBODY TALKS TO ME IDK WHAT HAPPENED #3h ago i was possessed by the spirit of tts harry #i think he wanted to be heard after the poll results #anyways 3h later i emerged and this was here #so happy friday? happy belated harry bday ? idk idk #lighthouse au #my fics #tts harry #tts harry pov is here (in small dose) for those interested #i wrote this in a fever dream none of it is legally binding #i mean it is canon but also apologies for typos. #tts ramblings #does it count ?

[landwriter]

oooh welcome back!! <3<3

tell us something about "Skin - 05.14.23", please? 👀

Teejay!! You know this one already, so here's a little scene. Dream is deeeefinitely a legitimate lighthouse keeper.

The man is pale, with pale eyes - the first blue, Hob realizes, that he’s seen in days. But his hair is dark as wet rock, as night-calm sea, as starless sky.

“Who’re you?”

The man swallows, and Hob’s eyes drop to the bobbing of his throat, like a blind buoy. He follows the line of it back up past hairless jaw to lips, pink and fulsome as a woman’s, that open and close soundlessly. Then he speaks at last, in a low and rough voice. “Keeper.”

“Did you wash onto the beach?”

The man blinks at him.

“That was a joke.” Hob gestures at the empty kitchen. “Where are the others? Did you just come ashore?”

He says nothing, and Hob speaks again to fill the silence. “From the tender. The crew. Hell, one other man. We’re meant to have three keepers.” Baleful silence. Hob’s impatience turns to frustration. “Do they not know that Caerwyn abandoned his post? He took the bloody boat. On Sunday. I’ve sent half a dozen carriers with the news.”

“Sea eagles.”

“What.”

“Or petrels. Could have taken them.”

Sitting down heavily, Hob scrubs his hands over his face. He can feel the picture forming. “Right. So they didn’t know I’ve been up here alone, doing the work for three men. You’re only here because the first occasional didn’t show when we were sent up. Caerwyn never got to the mainland.” He pauses. “God rest his soul,” he adds, reflexively.

“God rest his soul,” echoes the new keeper.

Hob stands again to leave. He hasn’t even taken off his oilskin. “What a mess this is. Good luck you’re here. I’ll tell the captain. He can send a telegram on Lewis.”

“No. Hesperus has left.”

He stiffens and turns. “Already?”

The keeper shrugs minutely. “It was not my decision to make.”

“I was repairing the shed. I was out for no more than an hour.” Hob shakes his head. He’s no servant of the protocol himself, but Captain Muirhead had seemed to be. Took a pride in his duty. “I can’t believe I didn’t hear the whistle. You didn’t think it was strange, when nobody greeted you at the landing? The captain didn’t care to lay eyes on us?”

“The weather was turning.”

“Bugger the weather!” Hob strides over to the window and peers out for sight of the departing Hesperus, but a thick fog had indeed swallowed the leeward side of the island. He rolls his shoulders and groans. “Bugger this rock. You can take the day. Wake me tonight.”

He goes upstairs without waiting for a reply.

#wip title ask game #asks #skin #lighthouse au #the sandman #dreamling #fondly remember being obsessed with research for this for a couple weeks last spring #such a rich setting

[beebopurr]

Raph: (to Mikey and Donnie) where the fuck is Leo

Meanwhile Leo:

#rottmnt #my art #rottmnt leo #rottmnt april #leopril #rottmnt leopril #lighthouse au #Leo needs to be kept on a leash if he isn't under supervision he will talk to a human

[made-myself-miserable]

For anyone who's read a Fitzier or Bridglar fic and wants to run off and live in isolation with an old man

#make it canon #will have to provide your own old man i think sadly #the terror #fitzier #bridglar #the terror fanfic #lighthouse AU

[bkbs-art]

Lil lighthouse au dooble bec I haven't had a chance to draw them properly in a while.

#i love them sm u dont understand #😭 #klance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #vld #voltron #KlsplAU #lighthouse au

[karugoround]

Nagizuru au creatures ~ probably their most normal drawings ever.

🩶

Today marks one year since I made my first Nagizuru post. I never thought I would love this beast so much. Thank you all so much for enjoying this au!

Here you have a small lighthearted fic written by @draconicsparkle as a gift. It's not connected to the original story, just them celebrating a regular birthday. They spoil them too much! ⬇️⬇️

How long had it been since then? So long. Both the creation date and their escapes. But in a strange way, Hajime was glad they had experienced all those hardships and difficult times. For without them, the two of them wouldn’t appreciate the bliss they were living in nearly as much.

Hajime thought this as his one working eye stared out the window in the small kitchen. The garden was visible from here, where all kinds of flowers and plants were growing. Gardening was one of Izuru’s many talents, after all. It would be odd if it wasn’t growing splendidly.

A small smile grew as he recalled the many hours they had spent sitting in the gazebo they had built in the middle of the garden, sandwiches and lemonade in hand while the butterflies and bees flew by.

But today wouldn’t be spent in the garden. No, Hajime had other plans. Hence why he was in the kitchen earlier in the morning. Izuru was still in their bedroom, sleeping away without sedatives. He wouldn’t dare wake him up, even now when they were far away from the Lighthouse’s rubble.

He bent down to check the oven’s window, pleased to see the cake sheets baking nicely. He grabbed an oven mitt and pulled the pans out, sliding them on the cooling rack. They were the perfect shade and smelled amazing. While they cooled, the brunette got busy preparing the whipped cream and cutting the strawberries he had picked yesterday. He focused hard on his task, not stopping until his creation was fully constructed. A beautiful and practically flawless strawberry shortcake. He almost felt bad for cutting into it and pulling a slice out to place on the plate. But he was far more eager to see the reaction, so he didn’t mourn the perfection.

After gathering a fork and a glass of milk, he placed everything on a tray and carefully picked it up. His months of practice came in handy, as the tray remained balanced the whole way to the bedroom. Using a shoulder, he bumped the door open so his hands didn’t leave the tray. Soon enough, he was placing the tray down on the nightstand. By this point, he knew the Ultimate Hope was awake now. “Good morning. Was your sleep restful?”

The red eyes gazed up at him, still mysterious and cryptic, though not nearly as hard anymore. Being free of pain and drugs was most likely the reason. “I can confirm that it was. The aroma of your creation coaxed me back to consciousness. Not that I mind this pleasant method of awakening.”

“I’m glad you think so, si-” Hajime paused, laughing in embarrassment. “I mean Izuru.”

The white-haired man smirked up at him. “Slip of the tongue?”

Hajime scratched his cheek, right under his silk eye cover. “Old habits die hard, I guess.”

“But they are getting to be fewer and less frequent,” Izuru observed. He sat up, the large shirt he was wearing slipping off a shoulder. “Can you hand me a hair tie, my dear caretaker?” he requested once he had risen into a comfortable position.

The brunette was quick to do so, though he did it with a grin. “That was on purpose. You’re teasing me, aren’t you?”

Izuru’s smirk didn’t diminish, even as he began gathering his long hair and weaving the hair tie around the locks. “Observant as always, my dear. Just one of the many traits I adore about you.”

Hajime felt his cheeks redden. He still wasn’t able to hide his reactions to Izuru’s words of affection. “I-I do my best.”

“That you do.” Izuru finished making his ponytail, letting it rest against his back. He then reached forward, tugging on Hajime’s arms. The strength of the tugs had been unexpectedly strong and Hajime found himself falling onto the bed alongside Izuru with a yelp.

“Much better,” Izuru stated as he hugged Hajime to his chest. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

The brunette wiggled only slightly to get more comfortable. “But… don’t you want your cake?”

“In a few moments. Let me indulge myself on this first,” was the reply. A pleased hum followed, along with some shoulder rubs that felt amazing. “Another day of tranquility. One that we earned for our perseverance through the blood and pain. The torture those foolish scientists inflicted while playing God. But I suppose it would be best to not dwell upon such horrid memories. It is beneficial to move on and build oneself back up stronger than before.”

The caretaker chuckled. “That the Ultimate Therapist at work? Putting in overtime, for sure.”

“Perhaps. But I will utilize my abilities for our sakes and lives. And I’m sure you are well aware of this.” One of Izuru’s hands migrated up to his hair, scratching his scalp and conjuring happy noises from the receiver.

“What did I do to deserve this? So nice,” Hajime muttered, relaxing into the comforting touches.

“If you would like reasons, I can compile a list. But be aware that it is a long one. It would take some time to read them all,” Izuru replied with his eternal smile.

“I appreciate the offer, but I think I’ll decline. You know how I am with rapid fire compliments.” The brunette relaxed under the ministrations, enjoying every second.

“Oh, I do have something to retrieve. Remain here in bed, okay?” Izuru withdrew and extracted himself from the bed covers, standing up and walking over to his closet. Hajime watched in confusion, especially as the pale man pulled out a giant crocheted blanket with a mandala design. “You are always making things for me, so I figured I could return the favor. It was surprisingly easy to keep my work on this little project secret from you. Though, I am certainly not complaining,” Izuru commented as he brought the blanket over, laying it over Hajime and tucking him in. “The pattern is a representation of our spiritual and physical journey through our lives. That we found our fulfillment after our struggles. Quite fitting, wouldn’t you agree?”

Hajime’s eyes, both functional and broken, widened at the colorful blanket now around him. He ran a hand over the design, admiring the nice material and the quality of the gift. “I… I don’t know what to say… This is…”

Izuru sat next to him, sliding under the blanket next to him. “I already know, so don’t fret. Nothing needs to be expressed.” He leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed the plate and fork. “Now then, how about we try your splendid creation?” The full strawberry on top was speared with the fork and was raised to their faces. “I’ll give you the honor of taking the decoration. You won’t refuse, will you?”

Hajime’s breath was shaky as he nodded. “You know that I would never refuse anything from you. Neither back then, nor now.”

“Excellent. Though there is one condition to get this. You will have to take it from me.” Izuru placed the lower half of the strawberry into his mouth, the thicker half sticking out. And the mischievous look in those ruby red eyes implied exactly what Izuru was insinuating.

Hajime’s face turned as red as the berry. They were about to do this, weren’t they? But he couldn’t go back on his promise, so he swallowed his nerves. He leaned forward and locked lips with the other, the kiss tasting like the sweet fruit. It lasted for several moments, neither of them eager to break it. Eventually, they did separate, the strawberry now in Hajime’s mouth. He focused on chewing to buy himself time to calm down from the rush of emotions. Though this was easily seen by the Ultimate Analyst, if the smirk was anything to go off of.

“Now, I shall taste test your work. Though I don’t doubt it will be fantastic. Thank you for the treat,” the Ultimate Hope said as he cut into the cake and took a delicate bite. “A nice way to wake up and start the day. And here’s to many more in our future.”

Hajime snuggled under the beautiful blanket a little more, resting his head on Izuru’s shoulder. Finally comfortable with initiating close contact after all this time. “Yes. I hope and wish for that, too.”

#nagizuru au #lighthouse au #danganronpa #nagito komaeda #danganronpa art #sdr2 #danganronpa fanart #hajime hinata #komahina #nagito #nagizuru #danganronpa au #izuru!nagito #servant!hajime

[thorougly-melted-brains]

Siren!Soap and Lightkeep!Ghost (modern day)

It was storming. Not terribly, there wasn’t too much lightning (Even so. Simon had double-checked the lightning rod’s grounding the day before). The only worrying thing was the dock. He’d notice it was drifting a few days back. Years ago it must’ve been anchored with wood, but wood rots, so it’d been secured with thick metal chains. Chains rust, but slower, and Simon knew it’d been fine he had gotten there three months back. But recently it had been unsteady, dipping on the side when he walked on it. One of the chain’s must’ve snapped, or unhooked, and he needed to make sure it was on tight. If it washed away in the pounding rain it wouldn’t be cataclysmic. Just would’ve meant he had to take the dinghy out to the supply boat that came bi-weekly. He didn’t much fancy what amounted to a dip in the port this late in the year though, so he shucked on his thin rain coat and headed out into the storm.

The lighthouse behind him was inflamed in its own light, catching on the glittering wet metal. If Simon were more sentimental he might’ve tried to capture it. But he wasn’t much a romantic or an artist, so he turned his back to it and trudged down the slippery steps to the dock.

When he got down, the top part of dock was submerged in maybe an inch of water. That was fine, it was made to be submerged. What wasn’t fine was the dip on the far left corner. Dark water swallowed it, hiding whatever might’ve caused it. Simon huffed, and tested a foot onto the dock. It didn’t move more than normal, so he dropped to his knees and dragged his other leg on behind him.

He was thankful for his wool unders as water soaked into his boots. He’d have to dry them by the heater later. Shuffling over, he could make out a faint light shape through the murkiness. Probably a piece of driftwood that got tangled in the chain somehow.

Just as he grabs it, he made out its exact shape. A very human, hand-like shape. It was soft in his hands as he grabbed. He recoiled, nearly dipping into the water himself as the dock rocked.

Now, he’s not squeamish, not to blood or gore or (most) dead bodies. But he’d seen macerated bodies and they’re not pretty. He took a breath he tried to turn on the tactical part of his brain. He needed to get them out though, before they could rot further or wash up somewhere more traumatizing. He wasn’t sure of the exact protocol for bodies, but he’d message in when radio was steadier.

Right now he needed to get them out of the water and somewhere drier. Not inside, where’d they’d fester in the warmth. Maybe the shed where the emergency barge was kept. It would be kept cool by the fridgid air outside, and away from animals and weather.

Decided, Simon shuffled back to his hands and knees, and reached into the water. Water made tissue soft, he needed to find bone, a shoulder. Their skin was solid against his gloved hands, but he was still careful to not push too hard. He found their back and grabbed it as gently but surely as he could. Then he pulled, trying to guide the body around the edge of the dock, steeling himself for what he was about to see. The body was surprisingly intact as he dragged it onto the dock. Fresh, he thought grimly. Their skin seemed like it used to be tanned, but the cold made it look sickly. Their extremities were blue and their eyes, set below thick brows, closed. They look peaceful, a small comfort. The expression would match their untouched body if not for their neck. Bloody slits run down both sides, kept bright by the water.

Out of some unthought instinct he pushed them on to their side, into the recovery position. Water trickled out of their mouth, standard as far as he knew. Then they moved, head shifting down into the water, and coughed. Ghost froze, and they coughed harder. He got his wits about him and shoved a hand under their cheek so they wouldn’t inhale the water on the dock. It was a few inches high with their combined weights. They coughed until there was only mucus escaping their mouth. They stopped, and they were still again. They weren’t even shivering. He needed to get them warmed up, the water was at or below freezing, thanks to the salt content. Had been for months. He didn’t know how long they’d been under. He needed to get them warmed up immediately.

Decision made, plan realigned, he hauled them into his arms and near-ran back to the entrance of the lighthouse. Normally, he would strip off his wet layers before going up the stairs to his meager quarters, but it was an emergency.

There wasn’t heating in most of the tower, after all it’d have to heat from the top down with rising heat. So only keeper’s cabin was insulated and heated (at least, the bed/living room was, the bathroom got fucking freezing).

Ghost had left the heat on, and thanks to his running temperature it wasn’t too hot. Small mercies. He kicked the door shut behind him and set the person down in his cot. They were breathing, faint wheezing that was barely audible over the clinking of the radiator. He needed to get their wounds cleaned and bandaged, and their blood warmed up. He shucked off his wet coat, shirt, and gloves as quickly as he could.

His bathroom was luckily stocked with an in-date med kit. (It had only been replaced because he’d used it up in the learning curve of basic mechanics. He wouldn’t had bothered otherwise.) He grabbed the pack and every clean towel he had. Getting back to his room, bathroom door shut to keep the cold in, he set the kettle in the kitchenette. While it boiled, he set about drying the person. They were wholly naked, he noticed belatedly. It only made him wonder more as to how they ended up half drowned.

He put the thought aside and got about drying them with clinical speed. Once dry, he slipped pants on them, to give them some dignity once (if) they woke up. The military had bleached any prudishness he may have had, but he knew what it was like to feel exposed. Even though their chest was flat, he would’ve put a shirt on as well, if not for their neck.

The wounds were starting to bleed sluggishly again. From the amount of blood and a bit of inspection he could tell they were shallow, so he didn’t prioritize them. Hypothermia was a bigger threat than infection. The kettle clicked. He found five freezer bags and filled them a good amount with tap water. Then topped them off with a splash of the boiling. He ended up with five make-shift lukewarm water bottles. He‘d gradually make them warmer when the person is more stable. He didn’t want to shock them. He set one bag each under their armpits, two on their core, and one between their legs. He pulled a thin cover over their whole body. Their paleness was only more worrying under the warm lamp of his cabin. He set about dressing their neck.

The night was spent in half sleep on the stair next to his guest’s cot. He interrupts it frequently to warm up the heat packs or make sure the bandages are on right. It was early morning when they started moving, small groans echoing from their chest. They started sweating a shift of sleep ago, Ghost had noticed. It was good, meant their body was finally fighting again. He just had to get some fluids in them and they’d be right as rain.

#total honesty i based the hypothermia treatment on other fanfiction #i dont think i need to say that im not a medical professional #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #writing #lighthouse au #au

[wishingstarinajar]

Some fun doodles to unwind cuz I'm a bit under the weather. It's my precious skeleson Dullahan as a selkie for Mermay~

#undertale au #utmv #dullahan sans #dullahan #leytale au #I wasn't sure with what fish to go with for him so I went with a seal x'D #mermay #merskelly #wish art #lighthouse au