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#verse: got au
fansids · 11 months
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On their way to go annoy Miguel <3
(Ft. Meows Morales, Guin Stacy, Rabbitr Prabhakar, Margo Kestrel, and Yotie Brown)
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shiveagit · 9 months
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just your friendly neighborhood teetlez...and April and Mayhem
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purgatorysanctuary · 3 months
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“Who’s been here to give you hope? Who’s been faithful like the Pope?!”
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classical-bluess · 1 year
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The MHA Spider-verse AU I couldn't stop thinking about featuring grumpy sweatpants All Might trapped in Izuku's dimension
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This version of All Might wasn't planning on having a successor so he never met Izuku but now he's stuck in a dimension with a student without his teacher I've thought about this 🤚
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yuesya · 4 months
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Ryomen Sukuna, the double-faced specter. The undisputed King of Curses, who had claimed the title of Strongest in his time.
… Versus Gojo Satoru. The Strongest sorcerer of the modern age –the strongest by a wide margin. In this world, at least. Back in his own world, where everything (hopefully) hasn’t gone to hell in a handbasket, Geto Suguru can confidently say that it’s Gojo Satoru and Gojo Shiki who hold the title of ‘Strongest’ together between the two of them.
Suguru had never paused to think what the world might be like without them. Either of them. And in this strange new world that he’d been thrown headfirst into without any warning, in this world where Shiki doesn’t exist and Suguru himself is dead and Satoru is left to carry everything alone, it…
It means that Satoru says that he will face Sukuna by himself, and everyone else nods along to this like it’s a foregone conclusion. As if it’s only natural. And perhaps it is, and Suguru knows that Satoru has always enjoyed a challenge, but–
It’s not the same. It’s not the same. Even though rationally, he knows that the Gojo Satoru in this world isn’t his Satoru, Suguru can’t help but worry for him, even despite the smooth confidence that the other man wears like a second skin. His friends and students in this world worry too, but Suguru can see how a not-insignificant number of them also look like they can’t fathom the thought of Gojo losing.
Because Gojo-sensei is the strongest. Invincible. Immaculate and utterly untouchable, and there is no one else who comes close to approaching him.
(“Stay with us, Suguru?”)
… Suguru worries for him.
It’s why he remains at the outskirts of the battlefield, when Gojo clashes with Sukuna. Hovering, watching, as the two sorcerers tear apart their surroundings; bridges collapsing and buildings ripped apart like wet paper. Suguru himself is a Special Grade sorcerer, but the level of a fight like this remains a cut beyond him, still. Just the multiple back-to-back Domain Expansions alone would’ve been more than enough to kill him several times over. He can feel the hairs rising on the back of his neck at the cursed energy saturating the air, and the sheer power that they throw around so easily…
It’s something that he’s only ever witnessed from Satoru and Shiki before.
He doesn’t know how to describe it. In the aftermath of the single most destructive release of Hollow Purple that Suguru has ever seen, Gojo’s victory appears imminent. But even riddled with injuries and missing half his body as he is, Sukuna looks up with Megumi’s face and smiles, baring his teeth as he brings his hand up in a sharp slashing motion, and–
And something inside Suguru twists, blood thundering in his ears, and his reaction is entirely instinctive. Probably the result of one too many heart attacks that Satoru and Shiki have put him through over the years, if he’s being honest here–
Rainbow Dragon, the most powerful defensive cursed spirit in Suguru’s arsenal, falls to the ground in a spray of red-violet blood, sliced in half. It does not move again, and Suguru knows that it will never move again –his connection to the cursed spirit had been severed instantaneously.
But it’s worth it. Because this means that, instead of having his upper torso separated from the rest of his body, Gojo is only missing an arm and a good portion of his shoulder. It’s his right arm, though, which isn’t good; he’ll need to regenerate the limb in order to form seals for his techniques with his hand–
“… Geto?”
“Gojo,” Suguru returns breathlessly, and then there’s no more time for idle talk. Not when Sukuna laughs, and falls upon them, already having healed from his own wounds –grievous wounds that would’ve killed any other sorcerer three times over. Not when the demon is somehow able to cut through Gojo Satoru’s Limitless technique, how is that possible?!
They struggle, and fight, and do their best. It’s not enough. Suguru and Gojo aren’t as in sync with each other as they need to be against an opponent like Ryomen Sukuna. And while Suguru is a Special Grade sorcerer, he’s not a Special Grade the way that Gojo and Sukuna are–!
Even so, Suguru grits his teeth and fights, tooth and nail, because the only other alternative now that he’s well and truly involved in this (as if he could turn his back on Satoru, any version of Satoru) is to give up, and Suguru refuses to do that.
… Is this how I’m going to die?
In the brief instant right before Suguru knows that he is about to face certain death, when his mind is only full of an endless refrain of Satoru, Shiki, somehow–
Sukuna stops.
The monster puppeteering Megumi’s body freezes, and looks upwards. It takes a moment for Suguru to register this odd, odd reaction, and he…
… he can’t exactly blame him.
Because when Suguru decides to take his chances and glances upwards himself to see what suddenly caught Sukuna’s attention, it’s abundantly clear that there’s something wrong. The sky –pulses, for lack of a better word. A strange sort of ripple that materializes in this space without any rhyme or reason, before it stretches open, a yawning circle of something–
Something–
Nothing.
Everything.
… What opens up in the sky in this moment is a chalice of purest darkness, overflowing with brilliant light. The frozen dawn, wrought with evening stars. There are flames curling within ice, meteorites shattering into dust, entire galaxies that wither and bloom–
It doesn’t make any sense. It’s utterly incomprehensible. Suguru stares up at the yawning, gaping maw of– of something, surely, but at the same time he doesn’t know what he’s seeing at all. Infinite possibilities, finite endings. Suguru stares and stares, trying to make sense of what he’s seeing, but the more he peers into that unfathomable void in the sky, the less he can decipher from it.
It’s… almost as if his mind simply refuses to register what he’s seeing.
Then, there is a hand.
A pale, white hand, reaching out with open fingers splayed into the air. And he does mean white, alabaster-white. The hand is followed by a slender wrist, than an entire arm, and a shoulder–
… It’s a person, that much is evident from the humanoid form. The towering creature that emerges from the hole in the sky is most certainly not a person, though. In terms of size, it’s probably large enough to rival Mahoraga. And in terms of color, their coloring is wrong.
White. Solidly stark-white, like a statue carved from marble. A flawless and unblemished human form, to be sure; a distinctly androgynous work of perfection that cannot be mistaken for anything other than unnatural.
Two arms fall down at its sides, while two more sweep out with palms faced upwards. The creature also has two heads. One is attached normally to the body as a regular human would be, while the other is offset slightly above it, much like an attentive brother overlooking his sister from behind, for all their eerie similarities–
–hold on just a fucking moment.
That’s… holy shit. Holy shit. Suguru knows those faces, would know it anywhere, even on his deathbed–!
His mind promptly short-circuits at the mind-shattering revelation. It takes a solid moment, before he’s finally able to loosen his tongue enough to speak again.
“… Satoru,” Suguru whispers disbelievingly, hoping against hope and knowing what he sees down to his very soul. “Shiki?”
What the hell. What the hell.
Suguru, his beautiful, beloved, utterly mad lunatics say to him, voice sweet and ringing with dual-toned laughter. Never play hide-and-seek with us like this again.
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Miles 🩷
Anyways it’s really cool that marvel had a character who was suddenly introduced into a new timeline where they didnt previously exist and has to deal with the ramifications of that alongside the loss of their previous mentor figure and friends.
And its really on brand that they barely explored any of that with miles and made up a new white boy with some extra fanfiction style sad ritz to have that storyline instead 🤡
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pandadrake · 26 days
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Was going to doodle a werewolf AU Miguel design because it would be stupid easy, but then I got blindsided by the 1610 boys. Peter-1610 was a real one.
I feel like werewolf stuff is kind of my brand (unintentionally) even though I never upload any of it here. Bonus: a kitty
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(Miles, he looks like Abuela for the same reason you do.)
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crimeronan · 1 month
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you guys Know i'm not prone to softness in fiction but this exchange Did make my heart seize up. and i did immediately listen to it five more times.
oh god i am not immune to former enemies turned close friends who rib each other all the time but trust each other implicitly n unquestioningly with everything they are. Oh God .
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ryssbelle · 4 months
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jd in the bottle would be SO cool like.. floyd+branch+bruce find clay and they all go to mount rageous n jd being like (happy tears) i tried to find you for years but you ended up finding Me huh - + finally getting confirmation that he did live
Okay that might work, I’ve thought about it my only hang up having been that I’ve seen it a lot (John Dory in da bottle) and I wanted to try something fresh but like I’m also someone who will just change things on a dime should it benefit the stories and characters and JD in da bottle would make for great character moments. Though I’m still probably going to draw little things from the other possibilities, I only really have two other things maybe, just for fun.
I’m still not sure about making this a big thing but I’m all for just having fun with it so if you guys have anything you wanna see lemme know!!
Also when I had first read this this is honestly what came to mind, the quotes are from Half Life but the ai is self aware lmao:
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NTOO JD has Benrey Vibes sometimes
Bonus:
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Sorry it’s sloppy I drew it in the car lol
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sunnydayaoe · 1 year
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Even gods of destruction get eepy sometimes.
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kittynumyum · 2 months
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"This is only for the best of our people. You have served our kind well, Usagi, and I do not wish to see you go through the same path as our traitors have. Is that understood?"
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"...I understand, Master Draxum."
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This was a screenshot redraw from one of the Owl House episodes where I drew in Usagi and Draxum from my tmnt iteration
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kingtuna · 5 months
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ve'vut verse Rex actually becomes the 212ths mascot, every vod goes around advertising him as the golden vod of the golden battalion (golden hair, golden achievements, his overall rexness, he's perfect and you bet the vode in golden armor are gonna brag about him)
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murmurlilies · 1 year
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meanwhile, in another universe...
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tai-janai · 1 month
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continuing from when you dont defend him from the shackle. once again, he was juuuust tryyying to get the Lady out of you. totally. but he kept missing. totally
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ouguugh....,,,
Admire from afar, the Beast equivalent: The Free.
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akirakirxaa · 3 months
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‘You could say I’m fond of you.’ Hythazemet.
[Soft prompts. Unsundered Azem AU, post EW. Also I'm so sorry this took so long. TT_TT To make up for how long it took me to finish this, I also made some screenshots for it.]
{FILL WRITING HERE ON COHOST}
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thestayathomedragon · 8 months
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WIP Wednesday
I was hoping to have this done today but life happened so have this little tidbit instead...
“L-Luis… Luis please. You have to let go.” Leon hissed, his own hands clasped over Luis’s, trying to pull them away but there like stone digging into his flesh.  
There is still no indication that Luis even hears him. That he even knows where he is. His bright eyes are unfocused, unseeing.
Leon gives up on trying to pry Luis’s hands from him and out of nowhere a thought strikes him. He stopped his struggle and then gently placed a trembling hand onto the space between Luis’s shoulder blades. Leon gets a flash of ichor darkened veins, winding thickly around Luis’s spine. The hole Krauser’s knife left had long since healed, sealing Luis’s plaga inside.
His own plaga stilled in his chest and Leon took a deep breath.
He felt so foolish, but Leon had to try. He closed his eyes and tried to reach out. On his own, through his own plaga, whichever way worked. He just needed the thing to hear him. Surprisingly, it seems to work. Leon could feel it when they connected and immediately, he took the opportunity to try to convey to it that Luis was safe. That Leon was with him and that he would do whatever it took to make sure that nothing happened to him.
Hey. Hey, can you hear me? You’re safe. I’m here. You’re safe and so is Luis. I’ve got you. I won’t let anything happen to you.
Protect.
Leon gasped in shock.
Protect him.
He had been trying to talk to it. Was it anymore insane that he was communicating back.
Yes. I will protect him. I’ll protect you both. Just please… Please… you have to try. Try and calm down. You’re hurting him.
Crazy enough, it seemed to work. Luis’s grip loosened and Leon could do nothing but sigh in relief. His own plaga finally calmed in his chest.
“Fuck.” Leon panted and winced. A sense of dizziness overcoming him before it all went black.
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