#vessel duo au

[scribbleshanks]

old ink works, ft one of the bad endings for vessel duo au, a brooding hornet, and some unhappy canon broken vessels.

it's been a hot minute since I've done anything with traditional

#scrib art #hollow knight #vessel duo au

[koumouby]

Doodles without context while I finish with the pages of Ruined King that I am going to publish-

#Ruined King AU #The Ruin of the Kingdom AU #Ruined PaleKing #Ruined White Lady #aka White Queen #Hornet #Pure Vessel #Hornet and PV being a chaotic duo. #neither Herrah nor WL like each other.

[ladyevol]

Dusk for two

Characters: 3L!Grian and SL! Scar

Relationships: 3L!Grian X 3L!Scar (mentioned), 3L! Grian X 3L!Scar

Tags: Hurt/comfort, angst

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A man sat in front of the shore, hugging his knees with both sets of wings spread over the sand, watching as the waves moved closer and away. The pair of wings near his shoulders were mostly red with blue and yellow feathers mixed in, similar to the wings of a parrot. As an avian, they had always been far too small for him to actually fly, leading to the man only being able to soften his fall when he fell. His hair was dirty blond and his body was covered by a red poncho long enough to hide his legs from the rest of the world in that position. His black eyes were also made bigger by the glasses that sat over his nose. The avian was short, standing at 5'6ft and his skin tone was a light warm ivory. Even under the harsh sun of the desert, he had never been able to tan. The larger, wider wings growing from the lower part of his torso were purple with a blue eye-like pattern on them. When he was younger, having those wings was everything that he had ever wanted. Now, he would trade them in a heartbeat for the chance of seeing him again.

“Hey, G.” Grian heard the painfully familiar voice coming from behind him and hugged his legs more tightly. “Mind if I sit here?”

“You are free to do whatever you want.” Grian mumbled without turning to look at the man on the wheelchair.

Scar was a much taller and more muscular man than he was at a full height of 6’0. He had spiky dark brown hair with a few gray strands growing to the side, likely due to stress during his own games. Instead of a poncho, the man wore a black cloak over his body covered in lilacs and red poppies, they seemed to almost grow from his clothes, leaving a trail of petals wherever he went. His pants were far baggier than those of Grian and his white shirt was always open for everyone to see his scars covered sienna muscles. Much like Grian, he had wings, albeit mismatched ones as one of his wings was blue and leathery, closer to that of a vex and the other was purple, having the same patterns as Grian's larger ones. While most people in there had scars on their body, Scar had a much more apparent and predominant lightning scar that covered most of his upper body, even his face, hence why he had received the nickname.

Grian sighed deeply. “What are you even doing here, Scar?”

“Oh, you know me. Just enjoying the beach and the breeze and the ocean. You know, I am quite an excellent swimmer. In fact, people would go so far as to wonder if I was part merman for how good at it I am.”

“That's not what I mean and you know it.”

Scar's smile faded a little as he rubbed the back of his neck, “yeah. I know. I guess I am just worried about you. It has been a couple of months now since I arrived and whenever we aren't training, you will just stay here. All alone, watching the sea. I know what it is like to be alone, Grian. Believe me, I know too well and I don't want that for you.”

Grian shook his head, “I deserve to be alone.”

“See, you keep saying that, but I just don't think that's true.”

Grian scoffed, “and what the hell do you know, huh?! You aren't even a player anymore! None of us are! We are just empty husks abandoned by our creators and then taken in by the Watchers to be their own personal little killing machines! We aren't supposed to think! We aren't supposed to feel! We are just supposed to do! And I can't even do that right because all that I want to do is sit on this goddamn beach, because at least the sand reminds me of the few truly good moments of existence that I have that are truly mine and not someone else's memory!”

Silence fell between them for just a moment, but for both of them it felt far longer. The air was heavy.

“Well,” Scar said, “first things first, I believe that the correct term is vessel, not a husk.” Grian glared over at the man who was smiling slightly, his green eyes on him, “second, just because we received these memories from our players instead of making them ourselves, it doesn't mean they aren't true. We are still them, but that doesn't mean we can't also be us. I don't see why those two things can't happen at the same time.”

“But you are not him.” Grian squeezed his legs more tightly.

Scar looked to the side, “no. I'm afraid I'm not your version of Scar.” He began pulling himself from his wheelchair to sit on the sand next to Grian, “I'm just not that lucky, I suppose.”

“Lucky? He is dead. How the hell can you call that lucky?”

“It is better to die knowing there is someone there that will always remember you than to live as just a ghost in the lives of everyone else. Believe me, Grian, if there was a way to give him my soul and bring him here, I would do it in a heartbeat. I'm still not even sure how I won. I certainly didn't deserve it. Gem, Pearl, hell, even my version of you deserved this more, at least you had people who cared about you and were rooting for you. But me? I burned every bridge I had ever built to appease the secret keeper. I destroyed every alliance and drank the blood of the people who committed the crime of just letting me live for too long. I murdered my own mother, my own father, I betrayed the people that dared to think of me as a possible ally, and do you know for what?” Grian finally turned to look at him, “a book. All of that, and for just a book, a book demanding more and more from me." Scar reached inside his cloak and pulled out the book containing his last task. He opened it to read ‘win secret life.’

“Well, you also earned a soul of your own, outside of the players.”

“See, that's the thing though, I'm unsure if that's even a reward! Because it feels more like a punishment most of the time.” He laid on the sand, “at least when I was being controlled, I had the excuse that things were out of my control, that his actions were not my actions, even if it is my body, but now? Now I realize how wrong I was. There was no line where he finished and I began. He was me. His desires, his anguishes and his fears are mine too. And so are our crimes. Except I have an even longer list of crimes now. Like you said, we are killers. We are neither watcher, nor player and we are above your regular vessel. We are Winners. Plain and simple.”

“Winners.” Grian took a deep breath. “Winners of sorrow and despair. We are never going to stop being controlled, are we? At least we knew what the players were thinking and feeling. This is so messed up.” He buried his face in his knees before feeling a hand on his shoulder. He turned to look at Scar who was smiling at him.

“You are right. This is awful. It is so much that sometimes I feel like the pressure of it all will be enough to make me die. But even if it is like that and we are trapped in a hopeless, wretched existence where there is no possibility of a good ending, at least we are not alone.”

“Yeah, right. Because that is SO encouraging.”

“Maybe it isn't, but if there was one thing that Secret Life taught me was that life is worse when you have to live it on your own.” He placed an arm around Grian and pulled him against his chest in a sideway hug, “so smile my friend! Even if tomorrow is not the most beautiful and graceful day ever, at least you can have a shitty day with me.”

Grian looked at Scar with a faint blush on his lips before snorting, “yeah, right. I guess there were worse people to be trapped in here with.” He rested his head on Scar's shoulder as they watched the sun go down. Maybe, just maybe the night could be a little bit warmer with someone else by his side.

#mcyt #gtws #grian #desert duo #secret life #third life #hermitshipping #goodtimeswithscar #winning vessels au

[mainenorth]

adam: if we were in a horror movie would you protect me from the killer?

michael: yes, of course, kid <3

nick, watching from the doorway: hey, lucifer. if we were in a horror movie would you protect me from the killer?

lucifer: nick- if we were in a horror movie, we’d be the killers?? why the fuck would i protect you from yourself??

#archangel-vessel duo apartment au #it lives in my head rent free #does this count as #incorrect quotes #adam x michael #nickifer #obsessed with shitty horror movies idk why #jacks thoughts from the moon

[starry-skies-116]

also I love how Charlotte Emily's birthday is on May 13th, so I slapped Evan's birthday on March 13th and they were both murked in 1983

And both were reborn in vessel forms as robots infused with physical altered material and remnant as their consciousness was separated from their souls, etc.

"destined to be murdered and then reborn" duo, assemble~

#FNAF Gregory #FNAF Evan Afton #FNAF Charlotte Emily #GregEvan/GregBot/GregVessel #Reincarnated Vessel Gregory #Golem/Android Gregory #crying child #crying child fnaf #CharlieBot/CharlieVessel #Puppet Charlie #1983 duo #these two are best aroace friends and you can't change my mind </3 #FNAF Project Samsara AU #FNAF 4 #FNAF #FNAF Security Breach #Android Charlie #Android duo

[risuola]

Please hear me out!

i’ve been thinking about this for a while, and I wanted to write it myself but I can’t write for shit 😭 Here’s my idea, reader (she/her) is close friends with Satoru and Suguru. She takes Suguru’s place instead, and Suguru ends up not going insane, and decides to stick around in Jujutsu High. But because the reader takes his place in this story, she spirals and abandons the idea of being morally good. (She’s a sensitive softie at heart 🥹 the cruel reality of being a sorcerer really took a toll on her). She commits so many crimes that the higher ups urge the strongest duo to finally execute her after dismissing her for nearly a decade. She dies in their hands, and doesn’t get a proper burial. Kenjaku takes her body and uses it as vessel. When Shibuya arc finally unfolds, she shows up right in front of Satoru and Suguru, alive and well. Soon reveals that it’s Kenjaku who has full control of her body. Of course their guilts eats them alive, and the reader (more like kenjaku) rubs salt on their wounds by taunting them about how she’s a great vessel and also a waste that she had to die so soon.

LOST CAUSE — F. READER x GOJO SATORU + GETO SUGURU, but there’s no romance whatsoever, guest appearance of Kenjaku

cw: an au where SatoSugu have another close friend; spoilers for Hidden Inventory/Premature Death arc and the very beginning of Shibuya arc, so much angst and the usual that comes with JJK – blood, hurt, tears and depression : D also, possibly inaccurate references to the original plot, reader's death — 5,5k words

a/n: I’m hearing you out dear! Thank you for the conception, it certainly fulfilled my need to write long and angsty &lt;3

It was stupid. All of it was stupid. Why? Which decisions led you to where you now stood, all of your mind and body filled with devastation as you stilled in time – above the piles of little corpses, disfigured and permanently contorted in a grimace of dread and suffering. A stench of blood and burned bodies irritated your nostrils, your eyes were teary from all the smoke that still was filling the air and as you looked down at your hands, they were covered in blood and purple goo. Sticky. Repulsive. And the screams. In the dead silence of your surroundings, your head was still filled with an echo of those, who were now dead at your feet. Those, who you were unable to save. The imagery of them running, begging, dying carved itself into your mind. Why were you here, again?

* * *

“Hey, y/n, you’ve lost some weight. Are you alright?”, Satoru asked, playing with pencil that just a moment ago he asked you to throw at him. A showcase of his new skills, the techniques he’s been perfecting for the last year after encountering Toji Fushiguro. You forced a smile, squinting from the blinding sun of the summer at its peak.

“Yeah, sure,” you replied, patting Suguru’s shoulder, because his attentive eyes were scanning you already for any sign of disorder; you could hear his analytic brain cranking up, his golden pupils drilling holes in your head. “I’m good, it’s just too hot you know?”

“Wanna go grab some ice cream later?”

“Always.” No, you didn’t wanna go grab ice cream with them. You didn’t wanna grab anything with anyone for that matter and already you had come up with some half-baked excuse to sell later to your two best friends.

You, Shoko, Gojo and Geto were all in the same year in Jujutsu high. You joined them a little late, but quickly found yourself inside the love triangle with the two boys. You called it love, but it truly was nothing more than just a bonding friendship that you wished will last forever; a really close one and you couldn’t imagine your world without their chaos. They were like brothers to you, the ones you’ve never had and Ieiri was like a sister, but she was smart enough to keep her distance from the mess of SatoSugu. You were not as bright in that matter, but for two years, you couldn’t appreciate enough the yin and yang that they created, the casual bickers and deep talks late at night, the cuddles and pinches, the pats and smacks, the tears and laughs, sleepovers, sleepless nights and everything between. You loved them, you couldn’t think of your future without them.

That’s until not that long ago. Few months, maybe. You felt like you’ve been spiraling slowly into something that could only be named depression, because if not that, then what else? Why would you randomly tear up nowadays, zoning out completely in the midst of sentences. Why would you spend nights, blankly staring at the ceiling instead of sleeping, isolating yourself from your friends more and more? And why would you still hear that? The screams, the pleads of hysteric, the soul-tearing sounds of pain and frighten that you’ve been carrying inside your brain since that one mission.

Everything went wrong then, and you were alone. Shoko stayed at the campus, working her way towards becoming a doctor and you, Satoru and Suguru were assigned only to solo missions since the plasma vessel failure. You were strong, it was stated that your year was exceptional, that all of you have a chance to become special grades soon, but you hated that. Being strong came with a burden that you were not ready to take, and when you realized that, most of it was already heaving on your shoulders.

When you got to that school, it was already too late and it wasn’t your fault. You rushed there as soon as you were assigned with the job, but when you dropped the curtain and looked at the building, there was already smoke coming from the window holes, that some time earlier had glass in them. And when you kicked your way inside the little indoor sports arena, the view struck you in ways you couldn’t possibly prepare yourself for and certainly, you couldn’t process it as well. The school was primary, those people were just kids, but the curses pay no mind to age of their victims. This one was particularly playful – or rather, eagerly violent – spreading hellfire around, burning these children alive one by one, causing chaos, suffering and bloodshed. When you finished exorcising it, it was over. For the curse, for your job and for the lives of all of those children. None survived. Not even one.

Not always we can save everyone, Suguru always told you, rationalizing the sacrifices sorcerers have to make and you tried to repeat that in your head when you got out. You tried to play it over the screams, but eventually, the soft tone of your friend’s voice got lost in the catastrophic cacophony of sorrow, sizzling skin and burning death. And that, maybe wouldn’t be enough for you to lose your mind. Maybe you could recover from that, but soon after the incident you witnessed the group of people that stood behind the assault. A band of grown humans, men and women, who were convinced some of those children were possessed by devils or some other shit, so in all hypocrisy known to race, they hired a curse user to fight fire with fire. Quite literally. Those people were so blinded by their fear of unknown that they sacrificed lives of dozens of little children, they shattered so many innocent lives only because they believed in something absurd. And then, they tried to push the blame on you, on sorcerers despite the fact they hired one to do the dirty job. And then, they killed the user, fearing him too. When you’ve got to see the body of a sorcerer that you’ve never got to meet, or at least you thought so, you realized that probably, you wouldn’t recognize him anyway. You’ve seen corpses barely reminiscing of humans, twisted and broken as curses often chose the most petrifying, violent ways of killing, but this? This was something you’ve never seen before – a cruel, ruthless exhibition of pure hate, evidence of deliberate torture, the picture painted in stabs, burns and bruises. All of which, caused by people, who frankly, showed no remorse nor regret as their faces were painted in pride, origin of which you failed to notice.

Those humans. Used jujutsu to commit mass murder only to blame it on your people and kill them. Animals. No. Worse. Much worse.

“Y/n, please, let’s talk it through,” Suguru tried to reason, as you stood up against the two of your friends, in the middle of Shibuya’s scramble crossing. People were passing next to the three of you, unbothered by the way your worlds were colliding right here, in the busiest part of Tokyo. People didn’t care of others, they wouldn’t react if someone next to them would get stabbed to death, only caring about their own shoes to not get them stained in the dirt of blood.

“Don’t be stupid, it’s not who you are,” Satoru raised his tone, but all you felt was nothing. The emotions you’ve seen on his face were real, you knew it. Satoru wears his heart on his shoulder, he pours everything he feels into the words he aims at people that are close to his soul, and you were no exception, but at this moment, you felt nothing. “I know you couldn’t do that.”

“Couldn’t I?”, you asked, thinking back on the last Friday, during which you executed those same people that used jujutsu sorcerers to wipe the floors of that primary school. To wipe the blood and burned bodies. You remember how they knelt before you, how the women cried begging for their lives, yelping that they have children, families and yet, those same children and families were nowhere in their mind when they ordered a mass murder in the primary school. “And why would that be exactly? Because you two think so?”

“Y/n, I get it,” Geto stepped forward, but stopped as you glanced at him. “I really do. You know me, we talked about it. It was hard for me too after Riko, I know what you’re going through.”

“I know Suguru.”

“I thought you keep his side, y/n,” Gojo threw his hands in the air, helplessly trying to find the words to dress his mind with. “I thought you believe in doing good with your powers. That people won’t understand so we shouldn’t look at them and just do what we do. Wasn’t that what you’ve told me?”

“I did, yes,” you gave it a nod and exhaled. “But it changed. Yes, they won’t understand. Anything that they can’t comprehend is pure evil for them and yet they believe in such absurd like gods. They will use us to do their dirty works and then blame us for it, because they cannot understand a single thing. And then, they will kill us, one by one and we, the strongest, cannot do nothing about it. We’ll have to go through life through the corpses of our friends. People don’t deserve what we do for them.”

“Y/n, please, let’s talk about it. Let’s get back to school-“ Geto tried, but you cut him off.

“You two, get back to school. I know I have a sentence already, there’s no point for me to get back there only to get executed. And frankly, I don’t want to get back there, to take part in what they teach us is right when we die for those people. We give our lives for them and they have no idea,” you said, taking a step back. You could tell the lights will soon switch. “Look around, Satoru, Suguru. They crawl around us unaware of our sacrifice and yet, even if they are so fragile a single blow can kill them, they think we deserve to be killed. I’m not gonna take part in this anymore. I’m sorry.”

“We can’t let you go, you know that, we-“

“Then attack me. I’m sure any of you can take me down. I’d rather die by your hands, than on a job of protecting them.”

You turned your back on them, and Satoru raised his hand, pointing at your silhouette, blue already on his mind as his cursed energy gathered in front of his fingers. Suguru’s curses sprawled out of their dimension, but none of them pursued with the attack, unable to do that. They couldn’t kill you. You were too dear to them. They loved you too much to take your life like this. So they let you go, and soon enough, they lost the sight of you in the crowd.

* * *

Nine years. It's been almost a decade and many things changed. You changed your ways completely, making a point of protecting sorcerers from people, even if that meant killing them, but care for humans was something you’ve lost many years ago, having it slowly replaced by disgust. Your once soft heart turned hard and dark and all the good in you vanished as you time after time solidified your beliefs that humans are simply not worth saving, therefore there was no need to keep them alive the moment they became useless. Over those years, you used those people to your benefit, raising money and gathering intel and then, the second their use to you has become nonexistent, so were them. Blood burned permanent stains on your hands but screams of hurt didn’t phase you at all. Have you become a monster? You might have. But for the lives of sorcerers, it was worth it.

It’s been almost a decade since you’ve been dismissed from jujutsu community for crimes, that over those years piled up rapidly and during this time, both Satoru and Suguru tried to stay out of this, whilst Yaga turned a blind eye to the corrupted path one of his students went down by. The now principal felt responsible for not doing enough, for not saying enough, for not noticing soon enough and though the rest of his students, now teachers in Jujutsu high told him that some things were inevitable, it wasn’t that easy to switch off the thinking. Same went for both the strongest, but for years, they waited in hopes for something to change.

That was until you killed someone seemingly important. A politician of sorts, high government pawn that you learned was funding a unit of so-called sorcerer killers, ones that modelled after Toji Fushiguro in cold blood were meant to take down a menace that jujutsu users were, as if it was them who were the ones to fear. Opposite to little no-one’s deaths, this one was loud, this one was medial and this one, Yaga couldn’t let slip. So, an order was given.

Kill on sight.

Almost ten years, and yet Satoru still couldn’t believe what happened. Whilst young, the three of you were almost inseparable and you, out of the whole group, were the most sensitive person he knew. You were soft and full of smiles, kind above all else and yet, you were strong enough to hold back the tears he knew were threatening to roll down your cheeks on many occasions. You were soothing, an oasis that was easily able to turn any darkness into light, and what Satoru couldn’t forgive himself was that once that same darkness started devouring you, he didn’t notice. Too focused on his own missions, on lighthearted shenanigans, on perfecting his usage of limitless and six eyes, he had no idea about your state of mind and when he realized, you have already been sentenced. Suguru didn’t notice either. Or maybe didn’t want to notice, because you talked through many nights about the doubts you both had. He knew about the utter devastation that was slowly consuming your soul but hoped you’ll overcome it, because you always were a sunshine, and a sunshine couldn’t die down to shadows. Turned out, this shadow was pitch black and no light made its way through it.

“Y/n,” they called you and the beautiful music that their voices created brought back memories of your youth. Ten years, almost, had passed since you’ve seen your best friends the last time, and with curiosity sparkling through your system, you turned to face them.

“Satoru, Suguru,” addressing them, your lips curved up slightly in a manner of soft joy. Your heart fluttered at the sight; your pulse raised just as it would for person who’s just seen the love of their life. “Long time no see.”

“It’s not as pleasurable as we would like it to be, y/n,” Suguru sighed and you took a moment to absorb the view.

Both of them changed. Suguru, still tall and broad, seemingly even buffier than he was before stood there with his hair now longer and partially knotted and partially left loose on his back. His facial features sharpened, jaw got more edge to it, eyes turned more narrow and focused, but still, some softness remained from what you remembered and probably he would seem even more familiar if not for the tough expression he had going on. Satoru, right next to him, became even taller. His white hair was now pointing up, kept by a white wrap that completely covered his eyes – something that he probably adapted during the time of usage of his six eyes. Not much of his face you could see, but with ease you noticed his features matured. Both were dressed in uniforms that you could only tie to their unbreakable bond with Jujutsu high.

“You’re now teachers, the two of you, huh?”, you asked, smiling softly, but keeping their moves in mind. “I’ve heard this year’s students are exceptional, now it makes sense. Good they have such amazing senseis.”

“You could have been one of the teachers too,” Gojo snapped.

“How could I teach anyone something I don’t believe in?” a chuckle rumbled deep in your chest as you thought of the image. Abstraction of it made you amused. “How’s Shoko? Is she a doctor now?

“She is,” Geto muttered, unsure why is he answering your questions. “Yaga is the principal.”

“Oh, is he? Look at him, climbing up that ladder,” you laughed, “so, it’s on his orders that you two are here?”

“You killed a fucking politician, y/n,” Satoru spoke, sounding calm but you could tell his blood was boiling. Both of his hands hidden in his pockets were visibly clenched in fists and even though you couldn’t see his eyes, you knew his brows were furrowed. “Almost a decade we allowed you to do whatever you tried to do, but this time, higher ups stepped in. The sentence is decided, we cannot let you pursue your goals further.”

“And why are you both here? I’m sure just one amazing special grade would be enough,” there was a certain amount of poison in your words, though it wasn’t directed at your friends and both of them knew it. “Are the higher ups so desperate to get me off the board because it’s them who give green lights to those assholes that kill us? Did you know that that pathetic politician I’ve killed was in midst of creating an army of little Toji Fushiguros? How do you think he even knew about the dude, huh?”

“An army of Toji?”

“Yeah, remember that guy, that cut both of you into slices? Yea, that one. And who’s giving away the cursed tools to said army? Well, it’s not me and I assume not any of you as well.”

 “Y/n,” Suguru made his way to the side in what seemed like an attempt on surrounding you, because in that same moment, Satoru began shifting to the other side. “I agree with you. People don’t deserve what we do. But no one else can do it. You’re killing those whom we swore to protect.”

“Tell me, Suguru… how many bodies of our friends did Shoko cut open?” you asked and the question made the dark-haired man tsk. It was the truth that hurt the most, he hated how precisely it hit the spot. “How many of our allies were spread across her metal table after Haibara was there? Well, half of Haibara?”

“That’s not the point,” Satoru scoffed and with an exhale, he raised his hand up to loosen up the bandages around his eyes. “We die just as people die. Sorcerers are not above death. You know that, right?”

“We’re not above that, but we are above people and we risk our lives, which we just like them have only one of, for them. And they fuckingstep on it. If I have to pick who’s gonna die from a curse, why would I pick a sorcerer, when a loss of a mere human will be much less tangible than the loss of one of us?”

“Because they cannot protect themselves from curses, and we can.” Geto replied and in a whiff, you felt the appearance of his curses around him. Both him and Gojo were getting ready for a fight, so you had to get ready as well.

“But can we really protect ourselves from them?”, you glared back at him; your tone calm but laced with icicles that pierced through Suguru’s mind as he struggled to see you inside of you.

All of the softness he had always equated you with dissolved into something he couldn’t quite place. Image of you killing someone just for the sake of killing somehow couldn’t materialize inside his mind and it pained him, breaking his heart to think that he will be the reason of your death. And it’s true that probably, just one of them would be enough for that fight, but there was no way they would be able to chose and no one else could do it. You were the strongest, you grew into a special grade quickly after leaving and your technique proved to have no flaws or holes. You were a threat above abilities of others, stepping down only to the two of your friends, if not being equal to them.

“Let’s do it quickly, Suguru,” Satoru sighed, tucking his wraps into one of his pockets.

“Oh, where’s your playful attitude, Satoru?”, you teased, but somehow it hurt you as well. It was your friend you were talking to. Both of them, that came here to kill you and only way for you to get out of it was to kill them.

And killing them, turned out, you couldn’t do. Even hurting them came with difficulty not physically, but mentally. But you fought them both at the same time, keeping a defensive stance, searching for an opening to vanish. From them, you wished to run away, to not make them take the burden of your death because you could see it in their eyes, you were just as dear to them still, as they were to you. But they left you no opening to run away, so you fought. Using everything you’ve got to immobilize them, because instead of taking their lives, that would give you more time.

The way you stood against them, with your cursed technique of energy manipulation, it gave them the hardest time since Toji, and considering they were both taking part in the fight now, ten years after and significantly stronger, just showed how much work you’ve put into your own development. And with pride you noticed, how strong both of your friends became as well. You countered all of their attacks, slashed away the curses and blocked the blues and reds, albeit it really was a matter of time and you knew that. And so, you pushed through, materializing in your hands weapons made from pure, solidified cursed energy, using swords and needles and creating armor around your body that effectively, shielded you from any attack. Your weapon was different from cursed tools. It was made only from energy, strong and unbendable, changing shapes and forms as you deemed it necessary, allowing you to use it in close combat and on long distances. Any curses Suguru summoned stood no chance against what you wielded, but the sheer amount of them was just short of overwhelming you. On top of that, Satoru’s constant offensive, his fists saturated in limitless abilities, the sheer strength of both bodies that were attacking you, slowly rendered you weaker. And it didn’t surprise you.

The end has come when one of the curses stopped you mid-way, engaging in a fight that distracted you enough for a hollow purple to reach your body. The blast threw you away as your body pierced through three buildings straight, through thick concrete bocks and hard steel reinforcements like it was tearing through wet paper and it’s only thanks to the full body coverage of your cursed technique, that it didn’t kill you on the spot. But it hurt. All of your body felt broken once you finally stopped, back pressed against the wall that still cracked underneath the impact of your frame hitting it. Blood covered your vision and a cough shook your body with painful wave overtaking your entire nervous system.

“So that’s the infamous hollow purple, huh?”, you muttered, leaning your head back against the cold solid behind you. There wasn’t much in your body that wouldn’t be fractured at least, you could tell without a mistake that your heart was still beating only because of the cursed energy that still circled throughout your frame.

Both men appeared in front of you, jumping from above – Suguru coming from one of his flying curses and Satoru, probably just teleported here.

“I’m sorry, y/n,” Gojo whispered, squatting in front of you and Geto followed his motion to level his vision with yours.

“’ts alright, ‘toru,” you muttered, feeling the dizziness taking the best of you. After the hit you took, you were certain not even a genius like Shoko could save you. “Sugu… both so strong.”

Exchanging a quick glance, both sorcerers sat down, on your sides, paying no mind to the puddle of blood underneath you. They took your hands, so small in comparison to theirs, now red and wounded severely, but the pain you couldn’t feel much of anymore.

“I’m sorry I didn’t take this mission for you. Back in our days. It was meant to be mine, but I was training,” Satoru confessed, squeezing lightly the fractured bones in your palm, reminiscing of the day that was the beginning of your end. The elementary. That day engraved itself in his memory as one of many days that seemingly mattered nothing. Yaga told him about the issue, the curse and fire in school for the youngest, but he brushed it off, focusing all of his mind on perfecting the last touches of his technique. He still remembers how sensei was mumbling profanities, but couldn’t care less because he was that close from teleporting.

“’ts okay, ‘toru.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there either,” Suguru added, his voice barely a whisper as you leaned your head against his shoulder, desperate to ease the heaviness. What Geto remembered from the day in question was that he had an issue with his own technique. Little difficulty, as he was absorbing one of the special grade curses he just caught. It wasn’t severe, it wasn’t even that important, he could have fix this on another time and take the god damn mission, but instead, he declined. “I thought if I don’t take the job, Satoru will, but turned out, it got to you.”

“Sugu, ‘ts ok.”

“Remember how we used to sneak out the dorms to get ice cream in the middle of the night?”, Satoru changed the topic completely – a defensive mechanism to lighten up the mood, to prevent him from crying. And you hummed in response, lowering your heavy lids.

“And how Satoru got drunk after three sips of a beer? That’s when we all knew he’s the lightest head in the history,” Suguru added and faded images of how Gojo discovered that he cannot drink to save his life rushed to the front of your mind.

You had no idea how long it took, was it few minutes or merely few seconds, but you listened to both men rambling above your head, reminiscing of your school days and everything that you did together. Of every prank you witnessed that they took on poor first years, of every little mischief and menace they performed, following Satoru’s lead, because it’s always him who stood tall in the name of chaos. You were humming softer and softer, quieter and quieter.

Until you were not.

“And then we put those cupcakes in Nanami’s bed and-“

“Satoru,” Geto cut him softly, looking down at your stilled frame. At your frozen chest and softened features, sensing no more heartbeat. And Gojo turned his eyes towards you as well, taking in the last picture of you, who he loved as his little sister, even though there was no age gap between you and him. And then they both cried in silence, spending another hour with your dead body before gathering you and taking home.

* * *

October 31, 2018

21:18

Only word that could describe what was happening in Shibuya at this moment would be chaos. Pure disorder, people frightened and running, some unconscious on the ground and some other hiding from what was happening in the Shibuya station. Most of them couldn’t see it but felt the terror, saw the blood, smelled the death in the middle of which, two men were standing.

Both Satoru and Suguru, when they came down here to fight whatever the hell was attacking people, couldn’t move; their heads void of any logical thoughts as memories rushed to the fronts of their minds. Stunned to the core and frozen, they looked into the eyes of the person in front of them, distrusting their own vision. The person that wore the familiar look of you, the energy of you and what seemed like – the same cursed technique, and voice, and face, and hair, and everything. Not one thing betrayed trickery or deception as there you stood, facing them both with a smile on your face – one of those soft ones that had melted their hearts on the spot a decade before. Your features relaxed, genuine, borderline joyous as you breathed the air around them once again.

“What…?”, Suguru snapped first, forcing his own body to move and smacking his friend’s shoulder. “How?”

“Who the hell are you…?”, Satoru whispered, voice stuck in his throat as all of the information that his senses were receiving contradicted with what his soul was telling him.

“Aah? It’s been few months, but do you not recognize me anymore?”, your voice flew through your mouth, the very same gentle and bright tone they used to fall asleep to. “It’s hurting my feelings.”

“Cut it,” Gojo snapped, now putting more pressure on his vocal cords, a groan escaping his throat in effect. “Cut the bullshit, you’re not her. You cannot be her. Y/n is-“

“Dead? Yeah, that purple really messed me up,” you chuckled, shrugging your shoulders slightly and stepping forward. “I have to admit, restoring the body wasn’t the easiest of all.”

“Reveal yourself,” Geto took the defensive stance, ready to pursue with attack if needed and his curses floating behind him on standby. “You’re not fooling us.”

“Ah, how stubborn,” another laugh brightened your face, only now more menacing, more teasing as your dainty fingers reached up to gather the lose hair out of your forehead, revealing a line of thin stitches across your skin there. “See, you really did me a favor by burying her body oh-so traditionally. Isn’t that the procedure to burn every deceased sorcerer?” your mouth was moving, spilling the words interlaced with taunt as the, what looked like, thread was pulled out of the horizontal line above your eyebrows and soon after, grabbed by the hair, the top of your head was lifted, revealing the terrifying image of a brain. With mouth of its own.

“What did you do to her?!”

“Oh, I just took what you two threw away,” you replied, slowly putting the upper skull part down on its place, matching the lines as the thread went through the holes by itself, securing the head together. “And I have to thank you for your little sentiment. If not for that, I wouldn’t have my perfect vessel. Ah, but it’s sad, isn’t it? Such a young, pretty girl had to die so early, and more so, killed by her own best friends. What a waste to jujutsu community, don’t you think?”

Both the boys stood there in shock, guilt eating them alive as the salt and acid was being rubbed into the wounds that just opened. The scabs of the past were ripped away, revealing the gushing pain and Satoru growled in anger, realizing that once again, he might have been responsible for what happened to you. This time, Suguru kept up with him in terms of fury, feeling his own blood boiling in his veins, unable to watch your body being possessed like this, used like a toy.

“Y/n, I know you’re there-“ Gojo called, but got stopped quickly by another pilfering laugh.

“Oh, but she’s not. Her soul is long gone and dead. You made sure to have her soul dead, and you have to know I nearly teared up reviewing her memories when I took the body. Such a poignant story, oh, so heartbreaking.” The teasing had no end as more and more poisonous venom spilled through your mouth, contradicting the carefree and joyful tone of your voice.

“What makes you believe that even if you take her body, you can win here? We’ve defeated her already,” Suguru narrowed his eyes.

“Oh, you’ve won but that’s because she let you two won. Wasn’t that surprising how easily you finished her? A special grade? How she didn’t even try to dodge the hollow purple, like the little curse that she was fighting with was really that much of a struggle? Oh, don’t be silly, you two. It wouldn’t be that easy if she tried.”

“We won’t let you-“

“You must understand your situation. What you’re standing in is a special grade cursed object. A prison realm, and to say it simply, you’ve already lost,” you pointed at the floor, from where the four corners of a cube stretched into a mass of flesh, with an eye – giant and bleeding, staring at its target, as the next stage of sealing began before either of sorcerers reacted. “And what’s more interesting, the prison realm can seal only one person at the time, but with the incredible technique of my current host, I was able to fuel its capacity to two occupants, by manipulating the cursed energy it used. Marvelous!”

The cursed object began enveloping both men, rendering them helpless and immobile, as their cursed energy became unavailable for their use.

“We’ll save you, y/n, you hear me?”, Satoru yelled in unison with his friend and the lone tear rolled down your face, before your hand reached up wiping it in amusement.

“Gate close.”

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[whalesforhands]

endure your pain pt.6 (poly satosugu x reader)

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warnings: spoilers of Hidden Inventory arc, but at the same time i changed it, so it’s spoilers but not spoilers, special man special gun, there’s a reason i call them third year aus

You always hoped things will work out for you in the end. You always hoped for the best. Always, always saw the hope within the endless void of darkness.

You felt it before you had even seen it. Your intuition ringing alarms in your head, your technique, mere seconds away from being broken through. The pounding of your heart increases with the flare of your cursed energy.

A quarter of a second passes, your body having teleported itself right next to the Star Plasma Vessel.

A breakthrough of your cursed technique. You would’ve been proudly showing it off if it weren’t for the situation at hand.

Your hands reaching through your shattering shield, the bullet easily bursting itself through your cursed technique, your biggest mistake yet.

You don’t hesitate.

Your hands wrapping themselves around the young girl, throwing her down just as the bullet passes through your own head, a swallowing pain enveloping your entire being as you feel your senses begin to shut off near instantaneously.

A quick death, you suppose. Fushiguro Toji’s final act of mercy for you.

Not even spared the last few seconds for you to even say your last words. Pathetic, even in your final moments. Truly deserved, no?

Your love was always going to break you.

The world goes black as you hear a ringing scream.

Amanai Riko lives.

——

“Suguru.” Cold. Emotionless. An overwhelming anger that shook his entire being.

A warm hand trails over your cold face, even colder body propped up in his arm as he softly stroked your cheek. Blood is seeping out of your head, dripping onto the floor as his fingers covered the bullet wound.

He’ll ask Shoko to put your body back together. So you’ll be whole. So that he could at the very least, hold ‘you’ once more. The ‘you’ who still had a physical manifestation.

He doesn't want to believe you're gone.

“Let’s kill them.” He pauses momentarily, bringing your head to his chest. Right over his still beating heart. “All of them.”

The higher-ups. Those disgusting followers who jeered at them and chased them out upon the failure of Riko’s demise. The ones who sent you on this mission, the ones who didn’t even care about your death.

Who else is there to blame, now that Toji Fushiguro is dead?

Riko shudders at the frigid torment that haunted his voice, her hands trembling as she held your own, tears flowing again and again and again as she hoped, prayed to the skies that you’re alive. That you’re fine. That you’ll come back, just like Gojo did.

But you’re no talented sorcerer. You’re not the chosen one. You do not possess talents alike those of Ieiri Shoko or even come close to the honoured one, Gojo Satoru.

There’s no way you can be alive.

Suguru’s silent. Breaths labored and eyes tired as he tries and tries and tries to not fall apart. You wouldn’t want him to.

He can’t fall here.

“No.” He steels himself, resolute. He has to be the pillar. The one with reason. The one who’s got it together.

For Satoru. For you.

——

Ieiri Shoko can't move. Not when she saw the sorcerer duo coming back, a body held within Gojo Satoru's hold as he walked back. Eyes empty as he looked forth, walking side by side with Geto Suguru.

Their steps are slow, precise. Hands clutching your body tight.

They don’t dare to even look at your corpse.

It’s Suguru who gently tugs the sheet off your face, revealing your bandaged head and your grim fate.

The milk carton clatters to the ground.

You’re cold. Unbearably so.

“Shoko.” She hears through the ringing in her ears. “Her injuries.” It’s a command, steady and direct. A tone she never heard Gojo use.

She does it with no hesitation, her reverse cursed energy flowing through her body and traversing to her hands as she concentrated and focused and allowed her hands to shake, pouring every bit of everything she had into you.

She knows. She knows, yet, she wants to try.

Because it’s you. It hurts. It hurts to see you in this state.

“Shoko…” You blush, watching her as she licks the paper-cut on your finger.

It disappears in an instant, like magic, like a miracle. Your eyes glittering as you stare at her so awestruck, so lovingly.

She gasps, falling to the ground in exhaustion, spent and now useless after using every last bit of strength. She wants to scream. To cry.

Cold, merciless realization dawns upon her, the pain gushing through her entire body when you don’t even open your eyes. ——

Lessons were cancelled for the next 2 weeks.

The air is solemn. The door to your dorm room is constantly left open. Late nights were spent here, huddled in what was left of your presence, of you.

No longer did Geto Suguru escape to the lounge room to escape from his nightmares. He was always found within the small confines of your room, sitting on the floor and leaning his head against your bed as he used your favourite mug.

His hair is constantly left down, the brush you’ve gifted him in his hand as he combs through his own locks, closing his eyes and pretending that it was you.

Gojo watches him when Suguru shudders on your bed, twisting and turning before he relaxes when Satoru holds his hand, fingers intimately threaded together, assuring the writhing cursed spirit user that he’s here, that he needs to rest, that he needs to finally close his eyes; so that he can finally pass out from the exhaustion of staying up day after day after day.

It’s not over. The pain doesn’t stop there, doesn’t ever give them even the slightest moment to breathe.

Gojo Satoru would then settle himself by your closet door, clutching your uniform jacket in his hands on the nights Geto had finally fallen asleep, passed out upon your sheets as he grips your pillow with bone white knuckles, dreams of you plaguing his sleep.

Your closet is slowly emptying. Clothing that is slowly depleting. Clothing that he only ever takes out one by one, for he fears that the more he does, the faster they would lose your scent.

The snacks you often ate are bought often, ripped apart haphazardly with only a single bite taken out of them before he inevitably hurls, barely able to keep it down.

It doesn’t taste the same without you beside him.

Ieiri Shoko runs your toothbrush under the water every morning before putting it back to its usual place, watching the wet brush drip with water as if it was just recently used. She pretends that you’re just running late, that you’re in your room trying to fix your hair or find your stationary.

That when she steps out of the bathroom, she’ll see you run to a stop before her, asking her why she’s still in her pajamas when class starts in 15 minutes on a weekend.

Suffocating suffocating suffocating suffocating-

She remembers to breathe when all she sees is your open door, lights off, void of your presence as she sees the duo asleep together atop your bed.

The only moments Gojo allowed himself sleep.

Your chair is constantly pulled out, your textbooks strewn over your table and stationary set up in a manner abnormally similar to the way you used to do it.

As if someone wanted to emulate what once was.

As if you weren’t gone.

——

“Non-sorcerers… Are disgusting.” His hands were trembling, fingers gripping the desk as the tears welled up in his eyes.

“Protect the weak, protect the humans, protect the non-sorcerers…!” He cried out, his hands clenched into fists as he knuckles began to turn white. “Cause we’re the stronger ones, right?! Cause we’re the superior ones!”

“Those higher-ups, those fucking trash…!” Suguru’s bloody hands start to thrash against the table. “I can’t take this! I can’t fucking take this!” He’s desperate, tears and snot mixing with the sheer agony and vexation in his words as the table cracks and chips and takes the brunt of his blows.

Suguru heaved, anger and violence flashing in his eyes as he slammed his hands onto the wooden table, splinters flying about as it gets crushed, broken under the pressure.

112 villagers are about to be the output of his anger. 112 villagers who caged and treated 2 innocent little girls like monsters, like freaks of nature. The 112 monkeys who were useless in every form.

Gojo Satoru is holding a weeping, broken man. His arms are wrapped around his shoulders, hugging him as he cried and sobbed and begged for answers that Satoru himself couldn’t answer.

It was painful.

“What kind of ‘strongest’ are we, if we can’t even protect her?! That we let her get into this fucking state…” Suguru is thrashing in his hold, bloody fingers dragging across the black uniform of the school, marring it in his blood. His voice is dying out, scratched and dry from overuse.

He is no longer talking about the twins.

Gojo grit his teeth, slamming his fist into Geto’s face, watching as his beloved stumbled back from the sheer force. He didn’t stop there.

"Shut up...!"

The white haired shaman gripped Geto’s uniform shirt, tightening his grip, dragging his limp, boneless body to look him in the eye. He can’t lose him too.

“And fucking pull yourself together!” His scream was hoarse, throat dry, tears starting to form.

He’s held himself together for Suguru.

“It’s gonna be okay…” Satoru’s voice begins to crack, much like his will, his pride. “She’s gonna be okay…” It didn’t sound confident. Didn’t sound assuring. He doesn’t know.

Suguru is bawling.

“We’re the strongest, aren’t we?”

There’s a limit to how much pain one can take.

It came out as a whisper, a silent confirmation of hope. An assuage of the overpowering fear.

Gojo’s eyes glint.

——

“What kind of guys are you into?”

Your eyes nearly bulge out of their head at that question. Suguru’s eyes are on you now as well.

“I-I suppose…” Your fingers nervously twiddle in your lap as you think about a suitable answer.

Your head thinks, scours and scavenges for an answer. Was this your chance? Your shot to finally tell them how you feel?

“I like those… Who are kind?”

Gojo deadpans. “Lame.”

“I think she’s got a point, Satoru.” Suguru nods. “Kind people are hard to come by.” You agree. That’s why you’re sitting inbetween two of them right now. You’ve lucked out.

"Alright, I’ve made a decision for you!" Gojo jumps to his feet. His arms behind his head before he abruptly turns around, fingers pointed at you.

"If you're still single by 20, you have to marry us!"

What.

Geto cringes beside you. "What are you, 5?" His elbow now resting on your shoulder as he watches his boyfriend, nearly getting second-hand embarrassment from his words as he watches with an almost disgusted stare.

“Hey, don’t act like you’re above me in this!”

“I’m not.”

“That stare of yours says something else!”

“Can’t help that I was born with this face.”

You’re zoning out, your eyes absolutely sparkling. Confusion, disbelief, joy and something else.

Marriage. The physical manifestation of being loved. You certainly loved them, but… Why are they asking you to join them? For tax benefits?

“Ooh, looks like someone liked my idea!” Satoru elbows his counterpart, laughing when Suguru jokingly shoved at him back.

"Is... Is that a promise? B-both of you are okay with that?”

It goes silent, Suguru’s arm now wrapping around your shoulders as Satoru’s grin grows ever wider.

"Have I ever lied to you?" Gojo is tilting his sunglasses down, bending his back to be eye level with you.

Geto chuckles, other hand clasping over yours that was settled on your lap.

“Promise.” He hooks your pinky with his, lifting it up as he grins at you. A third pinky soon curls around the both of yours.

“Then it’s settled!”

——

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Notes:

Gojo kept buying the same chocolate milk from the same vending machine everyday. Till the point he would buy out the entire stock.

He never drank any of it.

Geto reread the shoujo manga in your room over and over and over again. Fingers curling against the well-worn pages as he felt them against his hands.

It almost felt like you were right beside him.

Ieiri started smoking more. It releases her tension, her sadness. Helps her forget. She never smokes at the bench you would frequent. Never sits in the spot you always would.

She can nearly hear you chiding her for her habits.

No one dared to hold a funeral for you. No one wanted to believe you were gone.

Geto was the one setting your desk up everyday.

Gojo places a fresh carton of milk on your desk every lunch hour.

The only time Gojo ever let go of your corpse once the whole way back. The only time he ever did was when Geto brought a sheet to cover you with.

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[cursedcola]

Synopsis: After attending NRC, our beloved characters suddenly find themselves transported to your world! The thing is, they have no idea where you are and have to make a life for themselves in the meantime. How would they adapt to life on earth? A/N: Hey guys! I had this idea during a 4am mind-dump and rolled with it. May reference it if I do any Modern AU writing. Just some general Headcannons like what their residence, settlement of choice, work, general modern interests, style, etc. would be Characters: Everyone. Mix of Sentient AU! and Modern AU! Warnings: None lol. This is for my own enjoyment! Part(s): Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, and Diasmonia You are here!: Heartslabyul

Nothing could have prepared the students of NRC for what lied beyond the mirror. A world unlike any of them ever known with magic being virtually non-existent ( or so it appears to the general public). With nothing but the clothes on their backs, falsified basic identification, personal items, and the small bits of knowledge gathered from your vessel Yuu; these young adults have one mission-find the player and stay out of prison. It was time to split up, cover as much ground as possible, and make a life in this unknown world.

Let us see how these fresh minds conform to life on earth, yes?

Heartslabyul Residence: United Kingdom

Riddle Rosehearts

Residence: Cambridge, England

Lives together with Trey in Cambridge, England. They share a two-bedroom apartment that's settled above the small bakery Trey works at.

Occupation: Government official. Likely somewhere in politics and law enforcement.

Riddle doesn't have a specific job listed simply because no one actually knows what it is that he does. He's very hush-hush about his personal affairs, which is understandable considering he respects the rules and confidentiality laws. Do not ask how he got a government job or how his falsified documents were overlooked. He has his ways, and that's all he is going to say.

Uses his job as a foot-in-the-door to try and find you. All they have is your data that was imputed into your TW account and phone app store, so he's going to cover all ground.

Very well off financially. He's taken more to the 'dark academia,' aesthetic going around on earth. Despite this he still shares his home with Trey, but is decorated like an academic's laboratory. Plenty of cherry wood furniture, plants, warm tones, and he surprisingly has pictures of the Heartslabyul gang everywhere.

One look at his clothes and you'll know who decorated the apartment. He loves corduroy pants, loafers, sweater-vests, turtle necks, and don't tell his mother but he got his ears pierced. Ruby red studs are his staple to match his hair.

Riddle easily conformed to earth's more mature audience. Just like in TW he struggles to understand recent trends and social media (Example: man will not go near Tik Tok). He picked up Linkdln and buisness platforms quickly, and not a week goes by where he doesn't have a buisness dinner. He's so well educated that he breezes through university life on earth and is on the path to get his Ph.D. in Political Science.

He loves the literature your world has to offer. He's collected so many new books that Trey had to convince him to rent a storage unit for them all (or get a kindle but Riddle likes to have the physical copy, so that's vetoed). He likes audio-books though because they're convenient, and he's taken up gardening

The one to consistently contact everyone with updates on your whereabouts. The leader of the UK gang in the search.

Ace Trappola

Residence: Cardiff, Wales

Lives together with Deuce in a one-bedroom apartment. They're broke as all hell and so they've got to make due. They've accommodated so that the living room is Deuce's room and Ace gets the actual bedroom. They're the tenants that constantly get complaints for being too loud and always scrape the deadline for rent. The type of duo to use bowls as cups because they fought over who would do the dishes. Now they've got angry neighbors, no clean dishes, and are at each others throats until the next day.

Occupation: Mechanic in training

Ace can't stand customer service but also isn't the type to do university. What is up his league is trade work, and the man wants a motorcycle so bad. At first he wasn't too into it but with time the field grew on him, and he gets along great with his mentors and coworkers. He's got the spunk and charisma to handle the job that's for sure.

He blends in so well, deadass. Yeah people know he's a foreigner and that he stands out appearance wise-but like, he's so outspoken that people take him for what he is. Basically the fresh youth on the block who's everyone's annoying little brother. The kind invited for after-work drinks (he is of age here. Remember they are all of age) and spend a couple rounds telling fun stories with.

We touched a bit on the living situation, but his bedroom is full of pop culture references from earth. He's a big marvel fan and he loves doing those lego-sets that come with instructions. He's got the infinity gauntlet model one on display and is eyeing the lego-store for when he can afford another big project. He's dreaming of seeing Disney world, and his room has lots of travel brochures for exciting trips

He often plays sports with the neighborhood kids and his friends and has random supplies thrown everywhere.

He's taken a liking to grunge fashion. Lots of flannel, skinny jeans, beanies, layered t-shirts, etc. He's a skater boy. Loves fashion jewelry and fidget rings

I feel that if Riddle or someone else had an idea of where you were, Ace would be the one they send to go see in person. Both himself and Deuce are confident that they'll know you when they see you without much work. Ace also has this disarming affinity where if he offered to buy you a coffee, it would just come off as a chill guy shooting his shot at a spontaneous date

Deuce Spade

Residence: Cardiff, Wales

Lives together with Ace in the one bedroom apartment mentioned prior. He's the one who tries to keep some semblance of order in the house. His space is generally clean but he gets super annoyed when Ace makes trips to the kitchen in the middle of the night. He's definetly the more responsible one of the two and the favorite if his neighbors had to choose. Deuce just wants some privacy and to get a full night's sleep, but knows that he couldn't afford a place of his own. He's the one who chose Cardiff on a whim, but ends up liking that they're close to the coast.

Occupation: Firefighter also in training

If coming to your world did one thing for Deuce, it was knock him on his ass in a good way. At NRC it was his focus to do well in school and make something of himself. He was doing it for his mom, but here he had to work with what he had to succeed. He gave university a shot for a semester before deciding that it wasn't getting him anywhere. Then he saw that dangers on earth couldn't be fought with magic, and was amazed at how firefighters, medical staff, etc. work to help others. All was history from that moment, and now Deuce is playing to his strengths AND doing something meaningful.

Like Ace, Deuce is loved by many people. He is the polite young man that all the grandmas bake sweets for in return for him carrying their groceries. He has amazing manners, and this pure aura that makes people want to help him. He's the guy you call when you need help during a move, or when you want someone to keep you company while building ikea furniture. He has such a genuine interest in people's stories, and often comes home with leftovers because he was invited to chat with the family next door over dinner.

He talks a lot about his mom and about the person he's in search for. He doesn't go in detail about you aside that you were friends and he moved here so you can be together. It's always a tear-jerker that pulls at people's heart-strings. He just loves and misses his mom so much, and he wants to see you more than anything. So touching~

Deuce is definetly a sports and social gathering kind of guy. In the living room there are many picture of events he's volunteered at and prizes from contests that he's entered. Like Ace, he wants to travel your world. He wants to go to all the famous nature spots and climb the highest mountains. He's also a gym jock. If he's not volunteering, at work, or socializing then he's at the gym

He's bought into the department-store aesthetic 100%. It's sweatpants, mesh shorts, dorky t-shirts, and too many different sneakers to keep track of. He actually let his hair grow out after coming to your world and now we have man-bun Deuce.

Trey Clover

Residence: Cambridge, England

The one who suggested splitting up in the first place. He wants in-and-out of your world as soon as possible (at least at first), and is by far the most lowkey of his the Heartslabyul gang.

Lives with Riddle in an apartment above his workplace. It's simple, really. He saw a 'help wanted' sign in the window of a family-own bakery. Strolled in, asked for an application, and then did a test run to show them his skills. He played a bit dirty and used his magic to cater to the owner's tastes but got the job instantly. The shop was run by an old couple that was conveniently looking to rent out the loft above their shop, and Trey jumped on it. Now he lives quietly and lets the others do the dirty work as he does what he knows best.

He lets Riddle take over the entire apartment aside from his bedroom. That he keeps very simple, and it's a complete contrast from the rest of the apartment. It has neutral whites with tinges of lemon yellow and lavender purple here and there. A bed, dresser, desk, and honestly it's so orderly that you wouldn't know someone was living inside. He often invites the bakery owners for tea and they're in awe of what the duo have done with the place. Trey and Riddle are the perfect tenants for any landlord to have.

He's by far the best at blending in with the common folk. Like Riddle, he does dress a bit more formally than the rest of his friends. He likes to stick to loafers, tan pants, and a button down shirt. Occasionally he'll toss in a sweater or a blazer to spice things up. However, one look at him and you'll think 'that's someone with their life together alright'

Occupation: Baker, if it isn't obvious by now.

As stated before, Trey sticks to what he's good at. He saw an opportunity and he swooped in. No doubts or questioning. The job was his before he knew it and he loves the quaint life he's been living on earth

Trey is also beloved by all in his neighborhood. Riddle is seen as someone to be highly respected and is slightly intimidating to the common man. Trey though? He's the cute baker boy that recently moved in and will happily chat about the weather with you over tea. He's mischievous and reads the atmosphere well. He's got a level head, and is very good at getting people to spill gossip. He balances out Riddle's imposing aura, making the two a good conversation topic for any passerby.

He uses this attentiveness to his advantage. If Riddle's the one snooping around the government and politics, then Trey is the extra eye and ear he needs to catch missed information. when Riddle gets home from work and Trey closes up shop, the two are good at working together to combine their formal knowledge with city gossip to find clues.

Trey and Riddle's place is where Heartslabyul meetings take place. It wasn't hard for Trey to convince the shop owners to lend him the lower level for 'family gatherings' on days the shop was closed.

On earth, Trey loves the freedom he has. The planet has it's own issues yes, but there's something about a world without magic that is utterly calming to him. No spells, no competition, no worry of overblot, etc. He just gets to live the simple life that he has always wanted, and a part of him wants to stay once he's found you. He likes learning the world's history, exploring different cultures, and spending his time outside.

Cater Diamond

Residence: Aberdeen, Scotland

Now if anyone is going to last by themselves, it is Cater.

Riddle was initially supposed to go to Scotland alone but everyone knows that he needs someone for emotional support. Cater offered himself to the wolves in his stead.

Cater owns a studio somewhere around Aberdeen. It's confusing because while he owns it, he is never there. No one has ever visited his house or been invited over once. His landlord doesn't have to worry about paparazzi or anything because no one ever sees him enter or leave.

Just for an idea though, it is decorated very retro-chic. He's got everything you can imagine from the 70s and 80s. The style just really resonated with him, y'know? All the bright colors and fun textures. He loves shag rugs, lava lamps, chalk-painted walls, etc. He definetly has a water bed and incense burners. I think he would have a cat if he was home to care for it.

Occupation: Influencer

C'mon, this is to be expected. It's why he's never home! He's a travel influencer that runs a pretty well-known blog and many other media pages. There isn't a day he doesn't live stream his latest adventure and is the easiest to get a hold of out of everyone.

There isn't a single person that doesn't know of Cater Diamond. Need I say more about his social life?

Despite it all, he's still off by himself and he always makes sure to video chat everyone every day. Not to get too deep...but while he's loved he definetly has that outsider complex. Out of everyone, he is the one who is excited to go home the most. He's thriving but there is no place like home.

Just like Deuce, he tells people about you. He's had his friends appear as guests in his videos/streams (imagine the crowd when Riddle of all people appeared lol), but the one person they've never seen is Cater's supposed 'special person'. He's hoping by some miracle that one of his videos will reach you, and that you'll know it's your Cater. I mean, you must have noticed the missing characters in your game, right? Connect the dots hunny.

Cater's known for his exploration with fashion and hobbies. He's tried everything from gothic lolita to cottage core. The man flips like a light switch on the daily. One thing that's constant though is the color red. It reminds him of his roots, so he always has a splash of red or a hidden rose in his outfits.

I mentioned a travel blog, right? Well mixed in there he writes about new hobbies or discoveries he makes along the way. Imagine the first time he saw a rubix cube? He streamed himself trying to solve it and it's one of his most quoted moments. No one could believe that he had never seen one until that moment.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twst x reader #heartslabyul #heartslabyul x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #trey clover #trey clover x reader #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader #ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #series #fanfiction

[befuddled-calico-whump]

T$$ Menagerie AU (summary)

cw: mentioned/implied captivity/enslavement, torture, noncon drugging, noncon, and death

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When a wealthy man gets it in his head that he wants to start his own private zoo, he’s determined to create something that's a cut above the rest. Instead of simple animals, he wants to fill his manor’s gardens with Mythos, rare, sentient creatures known throughout myth and folklore.

Benji, a jistu, is the first to be taken after he's caught in a robbery. The hopeful collector, Adam Roth, hears of his arrest and pays off law enforcement to hand him over to the menagerie instead.

Kaius, a banished kinnara prince, is the next. He's offered refuge when running from enemies in his human form, and drugged at dinner once Roth realizes he's a Mytho. Jericho, a mer who regularly makes trouble for ships, and Joy, an anggitay, are captured a few weeks apart; after being spotted in the wild, Roth decides he wants them for his collection and hires freelance hunters to bring them in.

Now with four mythos on his hands, he also hires two well-known hunters, Vic Shepard and Ander Sahota, to act as guards and enforcers.

The duo have been working together for years, and they share a secret: Sahota is a Mytho himself, a selkie. Vic stole his pelt and trained him as a hunter to prove a point that any Mytho had the potential to be dangerous, no matter how harmless they may seem.

Roth has a lot of respect for both of them initially, but once Vic makes him aware of Sahota's true nature, he starts treating him with something almost like disdain.

The final acquisition for the menagerie is Hunter, a kumiho.

All five are given gilded cages and put on full display for visitors. They're initially allowed to roam the grounds by day, as Roth underestimates his captives and assumes they lack the intelligence required to coordinate and unite against him. Vic advises otherwise, and he reluctantly listens, moving the cages further apart so they can't talk as a group, and making it so that only one or two of them are allowed to be out of their enclosure at a time for exercise.

The captives are also made to wear custom collars that are designed to track them and subdue them in the event they're disobedient. In addition to that, Vic and Sahota keep the area under guard.

On the first day Hunter is allowed to roam the gardens, he books it, powering through the electrical shock delivered by his collar and making a break for the gardens' wall. The rest of the prisoners can only watch as he's brought down by an unsympathetic Sahota. He and Vic drag him to the edge of the gardens and lock him in a small cage that offers no protection from the elements, telling the rest that this is what awaits if any of them steps out of line. He's left there for a day as punishment, and his collar is adjusted to deliver a more powerful shock.

In spite of all their restrictions and the threat of punishment, the captives find ways to communicate. Jericho, who has experience with coordinated attacks due to past scuffles with fishing vessels, ends up the group's unofficial leader. He and Joy lead the charge in planning an escape. They learn of Kaius's gift with strategizing, and rope him into it, breaking through his reluctance to let himself be a part of the group. Benji, on the other hand, is eager to make friends, and Hunter, while distrustful of anyone else, is eager to escape.

Planning anything is difficult with the tight leash they're all kept on, and it’s months before they're able to carefully map out their surroundings and develop a solid idea of what to do.

In that timeframe, Jericho notices that Sahota seems to be treated poorly by both Vic and Roth, and tries to connect with him, with little apparent success. Meanwhile, Hunter continuously gets himself punished by acting out, snapping at guests, and making his own escape attempts. Joy is frustrated with this, and after one too many instances, yells at him for ruining everything for the rest of them.

After this incident, Vic, who's suspicious that the Mythos are up to something, notices that Hunter’s starting to isolate himself more, and seizes the opportunity to catch him alone.

Attempting to scare him into a confession, Vic tells him there's no way they'll all escape, and alludes to letting Hunter go free if he helps him nip any trouble in the bud. Hunter refuses and tries to get away from him, but Vic has Sahota cut off his escape. Once the pair has him cornered, Vic pins him down, but realizing his intentions, Sahota yanks him off, allowing Hunter to get away.

Despite Sahota trying to frame it as following Roth's interests since Vic didn't get permission from him, Vic is furious, and throws him in the punishment cage. 

Hunter tells no one about the attempted assault, so the rest are unaware of the reason why Sahota has been locked up, assuming it's due to a dispute between the hunters. Having a general dislike for Sahota because of his role in keeping them trapped here, they don't have much sympathy for him. The only ones who do anything about it are Jericho, who sneaks him water once it starts getting hot, and Hunter, who sits quietly beside him, grateful, but unsure how to express it.

Jericho once again tries to reason with Sahota, insisting that even if they're on opposite ends of this conflict as hunter and Mytho, they seem to share a common enemy in Vic. Sahota brushes it off, saying he earned his punishment by acting rashly.

Later that week, Jericho and Joy are fine-tuning the escape, planning to kick it off on a day when Benji is the one out of his cage, so he can use his lockpicking skills to free the rest. Sahota overhears their plans, but lets the pair know that just this once, he'll forget he heard anything. Joy is skeptical, but after days go by without any additional security measures implemented, she figures that he was telling the truth, and she and Jericho share this information so that the rest of prisoners know they have a tentative ally.

Not long after this, Hunter is once again cornered by Vic, and when pressured, lets a little too much slip, also accidentally hinting at Sahota's involvement. Despite this, Vic doesn't seem overeager to act on the new information, and Hunter once again hides this from the rest, both ashamed and afraid that they'll completely cut him off if they hear about it.

Meanwhile, Roth is growing bored of the menagerie. At Vic's suggestion, he makes plans to sell a few of his Mythos off, and at least profit from his flight of fancy. He discusses the matter with the hunters, saying that he'll get rid of the troublemakers and the more “boring” members of his collection, and only keep one or two.

Vic suggests he sell Benji to a brothel due to the whole “fucking like rabbits” stereotype, and Jericho to a restaurant for exotic sushi. Roth also wants to get rid of Hunter, since he's the biggest troublemaker, and Vic offers to buy him.

Roth wants to keep Kaius, due to him being the flashiest of the bunch, but plans to keep him sedated in order to prevent him from causing trouble. He considers keeping Joy and using Kaius's well-being as a way to keep her in line, but reasons that if she proves to be a hassle, there's probably another rich man out there who'd love to have her in his stables.

Though he tries to hide it, Sahota is horrified at the idea, and tries to talk him down. When pushed, he tells Roth to just let them go. Roth is amused by this, but also pissed off at his boldness, and tells Vic to "get a handle on his pet".

 Vic leads him away, hangs him by his wrists and uses him as a punching bag, then brutally whips him. Before Sahota passes out, Vic reveals that he knows about the escape plan, and he knows that Sahota learned of it but kept it from him. He tells Sahota that “if he wants to side with the animals, he'll be treated like an animal”, and covers Sahota with his seal pelt, knowing he can no longer control his own shifting due to the pelt being damaged by Vic. Vic then dumps his unconscious body into Jericho’s tank, leaving it up to fate whether or not he survives.

Jericho, unaware of Sahota's true nature, is quick to aid the wounded seal, gently holding him to ensure his head stays above water. When Sahota weakens to the point that he can no longer remain in his seal form, he shifts back, shocking the mer. Barely conscious, he manages to warn Jericho of Roth's plans, telling him they need to make their move before it's too late. He also tells him that Vic knows, so they'll have to be extra careful.

Jericho passes the message on to Joy, who's initially angry at Sahota, assuming he lied about keeping their plan secret. When Hunter hears about this, he feels immensely guilty, and reluctantly fesses up that he's the one who told Vic. 

Joy is upset, but says they'll talk about it later. Right now, they just need to get out.

With Sahota's help, Joy and Jericho disable the collars, and the group puts their plan in motion, starting a fire to distract Vic and Roth, and making for the planned route. They barely make it past the gate before Vic shoots Joy. Unwilling to leave her behind, the group is heavily slowed down. Though barely able to stand, Sahota tells them to run, saying he'll hold Vic off as long as he can.

Jericho is torn, but knows they need to get Joy out of there fast, and reluctantly leaves him behind. They make it to Roth's garage, where Benji hotwires one of his cars for the getaway.

Back in the garden, Sahota faces off against Vic, managing to hold his own long enough to buy the other Mythos time, despite his injuries. Vic overpowers him, and forces him to watch as he throws his pelt into the fire that's consuming the gardens, telling him he can never go home.

In a final, desperate move, Sahota manages to get the gun away from Vic. He shoots him in the chest, but it looks like neither of them will make it out of the gardens. Vic is quickly bleeding out, and Sahota is too weak to escape the fire. Then, as the flames are closing in, Roth's car crashes through the bushes, and Jericho jumps out, managing to grab Sahota before it's too late.

Injured but free, the crew drives away, leaving Roth to his burning manor.

#and then they go to the woods where joy kjows all the survival shit and heal and build a community #t$$ menagerie AU #synopsis #yes i make it as whumpy as possible ahaha #whump

[liteonlamb]

The New Generation

The Lamb and all the new Crown Bearers from my "Fate of the Red Crown" au More info below

A little bit about each character from left to right

If you're interested in seein more of this lil world o mine my ask box is WIIIDE open :)

Sakuro; Previous member of Leshy's following before his death. Sakuro tended to the camellias, got along well with all her fellow cult members and was very well liked though she led a very peaceful and reserved life. After Leshy's defeat by the Lamb his cult fell to chaos and Sakuro took up archery for her defense during the time. Eventually after the initial chaos the cult attempted to reform under a new leader. Majority rule picked Sakuro as the best fit for the new leader and she was given ownership of the green crown. Sakuro begrudgingly accepted the crown after the overwhelming support, though she really doesn't want to be the leader. She continues bearing the Green Crown due to her caring about the cult which is practically her family and not wishing to pass such a burden to another. Ekari; Previously the disciple of Heket, Ekari acquired the Yellow Crown through force in the violence that occurred after Heket's death. Ekari's proficiency with a dagger makes quick work of any in Anura who oppose him. Ekari believes that one must fight for what they have and want. If you are too weak to defend what you have then you have no right to it. He leads what's left of Heket's following through fear and respect of his violent tendencies. Ekari believes that he is the strongest being, and so far, those who have sought to prove him wrong have perished in their delusion. The Lamb; Previous vessel and now sole bearer of the Red Crown, The Lamb's past is unknown by most and is not too often recalled by the Lamb himself The Lamb leads his following with values of mercy and community. Though he can be led astray, The Lamb generally has good intentions and wishes for the betterment of all who are under his protection. Koren and Aark; Born and raised as part of Kallamar's following, Koren had a fairly uneventful life until his teenage years. During which he would fall fatally ill. Koren fell into a deep depression at the realization of his life being cut short, though he was eventually pulled out of it by the companionship of his jellyfish Aark whom he was gifted as his condition worsened. During this time, Koren became infatuated by curses and relics, eventually, through trial and error, creating his own relic by imbuing a knucklebones dice with mass amounts of fervour. The properties of the dice relic allowed for Koren to be cured of his ailment, and the second chance he was given gave him a deep appreciation of his life. After Kallamar's untimely end, Koren was eventually chosen by the following to be the Crown Bearer due to his personality being the guiding light that they needed in these dark times. Koren leads the following with the companionship of Aark as the 2 have become an inseparable duo in their shared immortality. Ceru; Ceru was raised by Shamura to become the new bishop of the Purple Crown after they suffered their grievous injury at the hands of Narinder. During their years under Shamura's guidance, Ceru would be taught many of the principles of leadership, war, combat, and the wisdom and values that they would need to become the next bishop. Though unfortunately for Ceru, their training would be cut short by The Lamb slaying Shamura leading to Ceru immediately having to assume the responsibly of the Purple Crown. Ceru now tries to lead their cult the best they can with the wisdom they currently have whilst also dealing with the loss of their only family they know.

#cotl #cult of the lamb #cotl lamb #fate of the red crown #cotl au

[nomiyakazehaya]

a collection of my personal spin/au on grimmchild and ghost they're all also super old drawings but maybe one day i'll go back and revisit this? 🤔 i don't know if people wanna read my rambling thoughts about this, so under the cut it goes 😂

in terms of which ending this is based off of, i think it's safe to say it's after godmaster (although, specifically, the delicate flower route) 🙂 THOUGH if we want to make things interesting, it could technically be BEFORE the godmaster events too! i like to think that after the events of the delicate flower route, ghost (or shade lord) lowkey misses travelling and little grimm jr? grimmothy?? so they just. come back in their vessel again and takes grimm jr under their wing again and travel the world once more. a comment on grimmothy's little flower ribbon; i imagined ghost going to hornet and requesting if she could make a little ribbon with the delicate flower for grimmothy and thus, came forth this drawing. so it's also p safe to say it was hornet tying on that little thing.

so the chronological order of the events taking place could possibly go like this: ghost completes the troupe's ritual and takes grimm jr under their wing → they accept the grey mourner's request → at some point after making some flower deliveries, ghost goes, "why not one for grimm jr?" and hence goes to hornet to request for an accessory → the entirety of godmaster → aforementioned ghost's yearning → searching and meeting up with hornet and grimm jr and thk → takes grimmothy under their wing again → they exchange their pleasantries and whatever plans with each other and eventually go their separate ways → potential time skip where the duo have basically seen some growth and have developed a mentor(or guardian/caretaker)/student relationship it's all really loosely based off of how my own personal playthrough went so that's roughly how i like to think what happened. to be completely honest, i didn't put too much thought into the exact details so it's all quite messy and rough around the edges.

also sorry for the long babble, i'm bad with words and explaining and my thoughts are going all over the place so that's all i'll have to say for now

#hollow knight #little ghost #the knight #grimmchild #grimm #troupe master grimm #nightmare king grimm #au #⋘ 『 ─ noms' art; 』 ⋙ #travelling wanderers au #? #maybe that's what i'll call it??

[scribbleshanks]

I love you duo vessel AU so much ✨✨✨

thank you!! :)

here's an old-ish doodle of the little anklebiters

#ask #vessel duo au #hollow knight #scrib art #doodles

[armed-with-a-waffle-iron]

Bat Family— Star Trek AU💫.

"Captain’s log, Stardate 688 09.9:

4 weeks in the big chair and it still takes me an extra second to remember it’s my final orders the bridge waits on. Today, my chatty science officer even told me “careful, Grayson; even a small leak can sink a great ship”. I told the kid I’d make sure to put it in my log so here it is.

It has been only 6 weeks since the so-called “New Gods” attacked the Federation, and the Long Shadows and its brave, young crew are not just grieving the loss of their captain but one of our world’s finest…;a man whom, despite our rocky history, I saw as a brother. Aboard the Federation’s lead emergency and rescue vessel, our crew is, on a daily, reckoning with the fallout of the final crisis in the Alpha Quadrant and the power vacuum left in its wake. Firefighting aside, our crew is also adapting, rather hurriedly, to the musical chairs in both senior and junior staff.

I began my career on the bridge of this fateful ship and somehow I always find my way back to it. It wasn’t long ago that I was a small, cocky, upstart ensign, masking tragedy with a smile. I was just lucky that my captain saw something he liked in me. “I’ll be head monkey before you know it” I used to tell Bruce and, cruelly, that was closer to the truth than I could have imagined. It’s strange how much of an imposter I feel in his chair— my chair now. Just weeks ago, I was commanding the Big Apple, which gives me more pleasure than I can say but…this— this ship is different; Bruce made it his and to take over as their captain? I should know more than anyone; the show must go on. I’ve spent too much time treating this role as a memorial. It’s time to properly redefine the role as my own. Life’s a carnival and it’s time I take the stage.

My first act as captain was appointing Ens. Wayne as my chief science officer; the very role I served under his father when I was an ensign no older than him. This may raise eyebrows but, while I can’t always excuse the kid’s abrasiveness and pride, I want it on record that I have my full confidence in his abilities. Ens. Wayne is a determined and focused officer whose brilliant thinking has already saved dozens of lives. Any sniff of bigotry regarding his Romulan heritage, on and off this ship, will be dealt with directly by me. And Miss Brown. He’s a diamond in the rough but I expect the rest of my seasoned bridge crew to rub off on him. There’s something written in the stars about a captain and their science officer, and there’s no one on this crew as ready as Damian to begin a new chapter in their story; we’re gonna be a hell of a duo.

I have worked closely with Counselor Brown since she returned to The Shadows from service on the medical vessel Katavi. Miss Brown is inspiringly driven. She’s a practiced medic though an unconventional choice for a counselor but I’m sure she’d take that as a compliment. She has a magnetic charm and a gift for connecting with others, and is a savvy diplomat when she remembers to not to think aloud. She was always prone to the odd risk, especially when lives are on the line in the field, though it’s safe to say that she never runs out of ideas. “If I was gonna play by the book, I’d have never left Earth,” she told me recently. Dr. Pennyworth claims she reminds him of…well, me but I don’t know, I don’t really see it. Perhaps the lines between bravery and recklessness are blurrier than I thought, and maybe every starship needs medics and counselors with Miss Brown’s unyielding dedication to the wellbeing of others.

It’s been a… a pleasure to serve alongside Cmdr. Gordon again, after almost 2 years. Sometimes it is…a lot to share a bridge with someone who’s known you so inti— known you for so long. Especially when tensions are high. Nonetheless, there is no one on this ship I trust more to set me straight if need be. In fact, there may be no one on this ship I trust more. This ship would have never left its dock if we didn’t have Cmdr. Gordon in charge of operations. Barbara’s truly the ship’s 411— if there were two of her, I’d opt to retire the ship’s computer. She’s a born leader; also responsible for the appointment of half of my senior bridge staff and she comfortably takes the big chair when required. We’ve always made a great team, which will mean a few clashes and compromises too. To whoever it may concern, we’ll keep things professional this time, I promise…

Lt. Cmdr. Bertinelli is a stellar security chief and it’s in these uncertain times that her very own Atlas of Organised Crime is consulted significantly, on and off this ship. I’ll admit that the two of us haven’t had the smoothest of working— or personal— relationships in the past but “the past” is all it is. I’m happy to call Helena one of my greatest allies— and friends. It’s been lovely to see someone so solitary find a family on board this ship. I may not always see eye-to-eye with Cmdr. Bertinelli but I have no qualms in saying that she would be a captain by now if Star Fleet tribunal and their rulings against her weren’t riddled with rigid hierarchies and double standards.

My 1st Officer, Lt. Cmdr. Kane, certainly knows how to run a tight ship. She has made it clear that she thinks mine lacks a little discipline and caution. Her security background really shows and we definitely have different styles in leadership but hopefully the Shadows can get the best out of both worlds. In her words; “this ship is facing a different breed of threat and disaster every day, so it needs a different breed of crew”. She’s happy to take the bridge when an away team is needed so she’s probably spent more time in the captain’s chair than I have by now. 

Lt. Cmdr. Montoya was an instrumental player in Star Fleet’s response to the final crisis and she is determined to honour the memory of the late Mr. Sage, whose post she has assumed. She’s a veteran investigator who’s quickly learning the ropes to service aboard a starship and she already sets a high bar on scouting and espionage assignments. Cmdr.s Kane, Montoya and Bertinelli, form a simply excellent criminal investigation team, although I won’t pretend to understand their more personal relationships with each other.

Doctor Pennyworth, as he was before, has been my rock. He’s the heart of this ship, and he does a solid job at keeping its crew alive and well. The Shadows just isn’t the Shadows without him.

It’s no secret how hard Lt. Drake is taking Capt. Wayne’s passing— his regular counselling sessions with Miss Brown too often end in a screaming match in the hallway. For the record, I stand by my decision to give Mr. Drake’s bridge posting to Ens. Wayne and put Mr. Drake in charge of engineering. The Ensign is a real prodigy and needs this show of good faith while Mr. Drake, who has been a brilliant science officer to Capt. Wayne for almost 4 years, deserved the chance to step out of his old captain’s shadow. Nonetheless, our relationship has soured since I, in his words, “kicked him off my bridge” but that is not to say I don’t have the utmost faith in his performance as our new chief engineer.

Lt. Cain has been distant…let me rephrase that— Lt. Cain has been taken to self-isolating since the captain’s passing. Counselor Brown says sometimes she’ll go almost an entire counseling session without saying a word. Funny enough, when I suggested joint sessions with Mr. Drake, the counselor told me to get out of her office. Babs— Cmdr. Gordon, sorry, insists Miss Cain will come around in time; she knows she is among dear friends. She continues to be reliable and cool under pressure at the ship’s helm, adept at assignments in zero-G, and a clinical melee fighter when it’s called for. Yesterday, I suggested that she also head combat training down at security and she smiled, so maybe she will take up that offer.

On a ship so aptly named, it’s hard to forget that old sins cast long shadows. We now reckon with both old foes and threats unforeseen, which place the now vulnerable Federation in jeopardy and expose the cracks in its facade. It’s almost as if the ship herself questions how well we learn from history, and how history will remember us."

#saw first contact the other day and it's rotted my brain since #batman #star trek #bat family #star trek tng #dc comics #batfam #batman and robin #birds of prey #dick grayson #kate kane #barbara gordon #alfred pennyworth #renee montoya #helena bertinelli #stephanie brown #tim drake #cassandra cain #damian wayne #star trek au #comic art #fanfiction #robin #nightwing #batgirl #oracle #bruce wayne

[grismavessel]

Idea for your vessel au with Ingo being the vessel of Zekrom either the present or the one from Hisui's time

ive been thinking about this for a while because I love the idea of there being more vessels and also it gives me an excuse to draw an emmet version <3

(time to ramble about the au <3<3)

The theory that 'oh ingo and emmet must be the two brothers of ideals and truths' works really well with this since Ingo is stuck in the past until further confirmation!

The vessel au was mostly just centered around the creation trio but I like the idea that other legendary pokemon can have this effect on people too. I mostly intended for it to be a very unpleasant experience, strange at best because it's not a natural thing to become almost a puppet of a legendary pokemon.

But then I thought about how some legendaries aren't at war with one another constantly. Like Lunala and Solgaleo, they're chill right? Zamazenta and Zacian?

Reshiram and Zekrom are meant to be a balance of two things that oppose one another. Truth versus Ideals. But they still work together, having once been just one dragon. So I think they'd be pretty chill.

For the au I think the purpose of the duo needing to find a human to make into a vessel would be just to solely find a set of humans that resemble their fabled trainers from their legends, the two brothers that took care of them. One who favored Ideals and one who favored truths, that way the legendaries could maintain balance no matter what. Each would have their trainer again, each would have insight into their region/domain, and protect either's respective duty.

The twins represent that the most since Emmet smiles even when he isn't supposed to, but he's honest in his words of choice, he tells the truth and seeks the truth. Ingo is expressive in everything other than his expression, he seeks ideals because he cannot show it physically. (if that makes sense) and it goes hand in hand with the theory that Ingo and Emmet are the original brothers.

So Reshiram and Zekrom live comfortably with the twins since in the usual story of the au, neither host or pokemon live in harmony which causes side effects. Of course the twins look do change, Emmet gets whiter and a little more smokier than usual and Ingo gets darker hair and sparks that emit from his eyes and a few scales since Reshiram looks more feather/cloud/smoke like and Zekrom looks more made of metal/solids and they both get almost yin yan like halos

BUT

If one half of the duo/balance gets yeeted into the past and suffers from memory loss, there could be dire consequences.

Ingo loses his memories via in the process of traveling through time and space or through some injury upon arrival, it would cause his mind to break in a sense, which also affects the legendary that's made it's home in his mind.

In this au of an au of an au Zekrom would be amnesiac like Ingo too! Only, it doesn't take it very well. If you are a being made to be apart of a balance, a duo, and you are missing that other half, but no longer know why/who/what that other half was suppose to be you would also lose a sense of purpose as well. And for a 'God' that would be very distressing.

So it would lash out, giving Ingo the typical good ole' vessel au side effects of headaches, fatigue, and even more warped features.

In terms of how Gris and Ingo would interact if they were to find out Ingo was also a vessel would be sort of bittersweet?

Ingo and Gris both get to bond over a strange thing happening to the both of them, but also both would know that neither are doing well with the fact that neither can physical handle having their minds so full of angry/distressed god pokemon.

And Zekrom would be able to recognize Arceus and Giratina's presence in Gris, it gets scared while on the other hand, Giratina couldn't care less about the minor god. Arceus however knows there's even more mess to clean up.

#I AM SO SORRY I TOOK FOREVER TO ANSWER #LIFE HIT ME WITH A STICK #IT HURTED #anyways I love your asks and your art as always and I wish I could draw faster <3 #vessel au #zekrom #unova #ingo #submas #emmet #subway master ingo #pokemon black and white #pokemon bw #ingo and emmet #reshiram #rambles #answering asks #writing #also sort of a ref for emmet's hair because boy do I not draw the other half of the submas twins that often

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LMK role swap AU I am very tired sorry if this is dumb.

Swap where

PIF and Tang (Tang being immortal demon in this AU and PIF being reincarnation of the pilgrim)

DBK and Pigsy

Red Son and MK

Bai Hei and Mei (LBD being one of he other pilgrims in this and Bai he being her descendant while Dragon of the west sea is an antagonist and Mei is their vessel)

Mac and SWK

Mayor and Sandy

So Macaque is the one to go on the journey to the west while SWK is imprisoned as a way to release him not that SWK knows this. The one going on the journey is PIF’s previous incarnation and the others are DBK’s previous incarnation, Lady bone demon and the mayors previous incarnation/warrior. Pigsy and Tang being 2 of the antagonists they meet along the way as well as their young kid MK. SWK escaping the mountain while they group are on their journey and thinking Mac abandoned him leading to him attacking the group, Mac not being able to kill him or talk him down so sealing him away.

Not that that lasts for long the Dragon of the west sea releasing him in secret from his prison, same kinda deal with LBD only dragon making SWK give an oath or vow that binds him (SWK thinking he’s powerful enough to stop it but not being able to) while he’s out him training MK and being in contact with Tang, Pigsy also being sealed away by Mac maybe in lantern?.

Macaque staying on flower fruit mountain by himself after his group pass away. PIF and DBK being reincarnations who got together and had Red Son, them running a noodle shop in town. Red still being an inventor and Bai he being basically his little sister type friend who tags along.

Red ending up crashing into Tang and Mk’s plan to release Pigsy with spell from lantern, Red ending up being able to use lantern/shadow powers and Mac meeting and training him as his successor. Red constantly trying to combine tech with the shadow powers and Mac being like

Mac: ‘...Kid I 100% respect the drama levels and showman ship...but that is going to explode and you are going to die...and then your mom is going to find out am I am going to die’

RS: I thought you were immortal?

Mac: your mother will find a way

PIF giving the if one hair on my kids head is out of place I will destroy you speech when Mac starts training him. Mac remembering her previous incarnation and knowing she is serious.

(Mac and RS are the most dramatic duo)

Red Son and MK constantly fighting but also being super awkward one accidentally flirting with the other and then both turning into blushing messes while Bai he just stands their at the side filming it for blackmail.

PIF/DBK and Tang/Pigsy being the most love-struck flirty ridiculous couples ever, and Mk and Red son being like ‘Oh gods no please not now please were about to go into a big fight can you please please not’

Mac and SWK having dramatic reunions and Red/MK awkwardly standing to the side as they watch the miscommunication romcom of their mentors life...They do eventually reveal to SWK the reason Mac went on the journey and that he had never been abandoned...SWK wants to reunite with Mac but... well the oath doesn't make that possible at all.

Sorry if this makes zero sense I am super tired right now.

#lmk #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #au #fic prompt #role swap au #freenoodleshipping #lmk freenoodles #spicynoodleshipping #lmk spicynoodles #spicynoodles #shadowpeachshipping #lmk shadowpeach #shadowpeach #pif x dbk #demon bull family #lmk tang #lmk pigsy #lmk pif #lmk dbk #lmk red son #lmk mk #lmk bai he #lmk mei #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #lmk mayor #lmk sandy #sorry this is dumb

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The Foreigner in Wonderland

(First text post. I just needed to infodump some stuff. I love reading other’s AUs, HCs and what-ifs/Imagines/Scenarios of X and Y series etc. Tried fanfic. My job and life can’t so this IS gonne BE hectic. Hope anyone reading find it as interesting as I did.)

[💟 🦁]  /  🐙 🐍 /

The first thing you notice upon being conscious is being on fire. Next to the torrent of information you’re remembering. Or acquiring.

You are a servant. You’re name is... ███ That is your name right? Even so it feels alien to you. 

Back at hand, the cat-like beast shouts about you suddenly appearing, and for you to give him your robes. You can review the information given to you along the way.

- 

It was easy, getting Grim to settle down, though unwillingly. You meet the Headmage, to his surprise. He ignores you when you tell him Grim isn’t your familiar. Seemingly, more than happy to continue on, and so, the other coffins open up, with no fire this time.

Each student that weren’t a student at NRC already. You’re in timeout, seemingly for bringing a “rowdy familiar” with you, so you go up to the sorting hat last. Huh, another old memory. Your vessel’s chock full of refences.

“My name is  ███.”

“... There is more than one soul with this one. They’re full of magic but of unclear origins. Therefore no Dorm truly suits this one.”

-

Grim saw this as an opportunity to show his stuff. Saying how he should take your place in this school. You weren’t meant to be here anyway. You were summoned here, but by who? Who indeed. Whatever the reason, you know one thing. The will of this land wishes to be saved. So why not?

Headmage Dire Crowley, just as he was about to spout some other nonsense again you speak over him.

“This is a school for those with potential in magic, no? If you’re so gracious, would you allow me to choose my own dorm?”

For some reason, other than the history and facts of this world you also gained knowledge of some people of this land. Mainly The Great Seven and the Headmage. Disney! Somewhere inside you you can’t help feeling nostalgic.

✧*✧*✧

Heartslabyul

You thought it’d be a long process to get sorted into your choice of dorm. Apparently not, maybe cause you weren’t a student yet.

Feeling half sorry and half endeared by Grim, you Gracioused your way into getting him accepted into NRC. Much to your Housewarden’s anger.

Riddle doesn’t know what to make of you. He knows what to do if a student get put into Heartslabyul or chooses to transfer here. Not you though. So he pays extra attention and is slightly more strict towards you.

Ace taunts Grim, he disregards you when you showed to be more knowledgeable than him about the Seven. You defend Grim and it starts a one-sided fight.

Because of your superhuman speed, Ace, You and Grim get to cleaning the cafeteria. Ace does something he isn’t supposed to which brings Deuce to speak up about being good students. A Fight starts and property damage ensues.

By the end of the week though, you four become well acquainted. Because friends is a no no word for the bickering Adeuce duo.

Cater becomes acquainted with you guys easily, even being the one to mentioned the Ramshackle Dorm. Which becomes your hangout spot and where Ace decides to hunker down when he gets collared.

Since your abilities/”magic” or magecraft is different from theirs you speedrun painting the roses instead with just a brush. Cater is intrigued and wants to take more pics with you.

Trey as usual is brotherly to all, and you. He’s extra worried when you decide to challenge Riddle along with Adeuce and Grim.

You easily could have become Housewarden but you just want to prove a point, and it’s just a huge responsibilty. So Riddle Overblots early but no worries, your abilites were practically made to stop this!

In the end, Heartslabyul is just kinda family like to you and you enjoy their companionship fully

Savanaclaw

Leona could care less as long as you don’t interfere. He does know a strong opponent when he sees one. And not smell one, your smell is magic but also not. It also encompasses your entire being so- a headache for tomorrow. 

Ruggie’s tasked to get you to join their team and to go to practice. 

It also acts as a way to keep an eye on you. Thanks! He doesn’t have to baby Leona as much! Now he’s just tailing you. You let him, as he’s no threat to you. Which is also what gets you to eat more and act more human. 

You invite him to join you after a while, to which you become buddy-ish. Even if you hangout with Adeuce or just Grim more. Yeah, Grim is in Savanaclaw with you, so enjoy the catfights over food from Grim and Ruggie.

Jack is distant, he does his own thing. He’s intrigued by you but it’s none of his business. Up until you and Heartslabyul asks him about the potential foul plays. To which he gets roped into our investigation.

He admires your strength, tactical prowess and just overall and actual sense of Justice? He thinks? You say it’s just because you want to but... And as he makes a big deal of calling you an idiot, it’s no less admirable. Unlike the Adeuce group.

In the end you foul Leona’s plans, you still play magift with Savanaclaw which even things out a lot.

Though you do let the other dorms take their out on some of your members a little. Ha! Oh and this one Horned guy that nearly overpowered you during magift. Not that you were paying attention to him. You tried your best and both your houses tied. Phew! that was more of a mental workout remembering all the positions! 

You meet Cheka when you “wake up” in the infirmary. Diasomnia might have won if you didn’t block the last disk shot with your head. to which you “faint” afterwards.

You also take jabs at teasing Leona about being “Unca!” during this, while petting Grim as he got to participate in the matches. He got a little beat afterwards.

So Savanaclaw is just a group of housecats to you, and you enjoy as much of their time as they let you.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst yuu #twst imagines #twst scenarios #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #what else to tag if you think i should tell me #because i'm a fandom hopper i also uhhh #yeahhh if you see some info amiss tell me #if you see me not posting. don't tell me lol! #i might be obsessing over a new fanfom as stress relief from my odd schedule #Fate related MC #since it's more twst related to i not tag Fate...? #fate crossover #(write it yourself. and i just did) #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst x fate #hm