#AU of an AU?

[void-dude]

Blah blah blah there's a timeline somewhere where they got stuck together or whatever @nostalgink

Magma doodle of today <3

[cheesycatz]

What I imagine Spamton NEO would theoretically look like in the Wormton AU

Wormton doesn't actually know that NEO exists. He's never been inside of the mansion and never picked up the phone (Wormton himself wouldn't have even been alive whenever the phone person tried to call canon Spamton, and whatever malworm found it would've rather chewed the cord off than listen to them). Still, I'm sure that he would absolutely want NEO if he knew what it was and how to use it.

Explaining myself under the cut:

How NEO works

In my personal interpretation, the NEO body is incomplete. The lightner abandoned it, so its code was never finished. Since it exists in the dark world, when a darkner (Spamton) attempts to use it, the body relies on that darkner's code to finish its own, causing NEO to respond differently to whichever darkner loads themself onto it. For example, my sneo design takes from the dormant bird-like attributes left over from Spamton's code before he turned into a puppet, resulting in exaggerated claws, fur, and feathered wings (this is definitely not just an excuse to make sneo a big bird beast).

For Wormton here, NEO took from his parasitoid wasp elements to create his translucent wings. I considered making him wingless, but I think they help change his silhouette and make him stand out. The green wires attach to his tail instead of his back, as I imagine he'd be crawling around on the walls a lot during the hypothetical bossfight. I put him at the same scale as puppet spamton to regular sneo, which puts Wormton NEO at 75 feet long. He's gained some fluffy antennae to mimic NEO's original wings, but lost some fur in order to show off the now metallic parts of his exoskeleton. His body is chunkier than regular wormton and the triangular chest opening has been changed to resemble the ribcage-like shape of wormton's "hearts" (aortic arches, what earthworms have). I decided I'd rather not deal with ten colors in one pallete and stuck with the pink and yellow parts from the original NEO design.

If Wormton NEO did exist, I imagine that he'd once again attempt to take Kris's soul once he realizes that he's tethered to the mansion. Ignoring that NEO just ceases to exist without the wires, I imagine that Wormton would want to use it to control the city. He's now big enough that he could probably cave in a building if he wanted to, so I don't think Cyber City would have a great time if this thing was let loose. With his newfound power, Wormton would no longer have a reason to hide, considering he could crumple any antivirus like a can. His disguise is more of a finger puppet than a costume at this scale, anyways. Perhaps he'd keep the addisons alive, picking them up and treating them like dolls while he begins to infect and destroy the city. Or, the addisons, alongside everyone else, evacuate to castle town, leaving him to starve alone in an abandoned city.

While NEO doesn't get to exist in the Wormton AU, Wormton does draw himself as NEO once, imagining a larger version of himself with colorful fluffy wings. It's much more pleasant that what he would end up with.

[farore05]

Some Atreus love. (Ambrosia)

Felt like writing some time skip Atreus stuff! I have no idea if this is even canon in the AU. It just felt weird to leave him out of the last fic for so much of it, so I had to dabble in what he’d be like in the AU. That’s right baby we’re doing AUs of the AU now! 🍞🥐🫓

Spoilers? Maybe? Idk 🤷‍♀️

Atreus and Thrud sat together on the worn wooden bench outside their school, the midday sun warming their faces. Thrud finished off her soda and with no hesitation, lay her head down onto Atreus’s lap. He glanced down at her with a raised eyebrow but continued peeling the orange in his hands, his fingers deftly pulling away the skin in long strips.

Thrud, lazily lifting her hand, signed, •I need your science notes. Forgot mine•

Atreus rolled his eyes, a familiar reaction, and kept peeling the orange. He was used to this by now — her last-minute requests, her confident demands that always felt more like statements than questions.

•Please?• she added, batting her eyelashes exaggeratedly from his lap.

Atreus finally smirked and glanced down at her, shaking his head. He signed back, •You're impossible.•

Thrud just grinned, shifting slightly to get more comfortable. After a moment, she raised her hands again. •Are you coming to my volleyball game this weekend? I'm going to destroy the entire team.•

Atreus hesitated, then set the orange on her forehead with a gentle plop. Thrud's eyes widened in mock offense as she watched him sign. •I can’t. I’m working at the bakery this weekend, I told my dad I’d help him replace an oven.•

Thrud visibly groaned, rolling her eyes. •Ugh, fine. I ought to report your dad to my dad for child labor violations.•

Atreus huffed a laugh, a breathy string of sounds he felt embarrassed to expose around other people. Thrud immediately looked up at him, a soft expression and an even softer smile fanned across her face as she watched him.

He picked the orange back up from her forehead. Thrud, not missing a beat, belched loudly in his face and then blew her breath at him like she was blowing out birthday candles. Atreus wrinkled his nose, signing, •Gross.•

Without warning, he ripped the last of the peel from the orange and dropped it directly onto her face. Thrud winced, then burst into laughter, swatting at the peel as it fell into her lap.

The way she laughed, though he couldn’t hear it, filled the space between them. He could see the joy in her eyes, the way her whole face lit up, and for a moment, he wished he could know that sound.

He felt caught between the comfort of their friendship and something heavier—something he couldn't quite name but felt growing all the same.

Atreus popped a slice of orange into his mouth and handed another to Thrud, who took it without hesitation and popped it into hers. They continued like this, passing the fruit back and forth in comfortable silence until Skjöldr trudged over. With a heavy sigh, he collapsed beside them, his disheveled hair and slumped posture speaking volumes.

Thrud glanced up from Atreus’s lap, signing and speaking aloud for Atreus’s benefit, “So? What did you get?”

Skjöldr groaned dramatically before suddenly raising his voice with mock enthusiasm, “One hundred!”

Thrud signing everything to Atreus.

He pulled out the crumpled test from his backpack, revealing the harsh reality: a bold red “32%” scribbled at the top.

Atreus couldn’t help but smile, signing quickly, •It’s alright. You did your best.•

Thrud, always quick with the banter, laughed and signed her own exaggerated version to Skjöldr, “Atreus says it’s not your fault you’re an idiot.”

Skjöldr huffed in mock offense, crumpling up the test and throwing it at Atreus’s head, the paper ball bouncing harmlessly off. He then reached for Thrud’s hands, helping her to her feet with ease.

As Thrud laughed and bantered with Skjöldr, Atreus watched their lips move. The words didn’t reach him, not through sound or sign, and he felt the subtle, familiar sensation of being on the outside looking in. Their private conversation hummed between them, and for a moment, he was invisible.

Thrud turned around and caught his gaze, signing quickly and with a grin, •Don’t forget the notes.•

He nodded, the slight smile on his face fading as he watched the romantic couple walk away hand in hand.

Atreus sighed deeply, tilting his head back to stare at the sky. The clouds drifted lazily overhead, and a cool breeze brushed against his face. He savored the feel before the buzz of his phone interrupted the moment.

Pulling it from his back pocket, he saw a text notification from his dad. Atreus rolled his eyes, already expecting a reminder about work or some chore. But just as he was about to read it, another notification appeared at the top of his screen. This one from Sindri. Without hesitation, he swiped his dad’s text away and opened Sindri’s message, leaning forward in anticipation, his heart beating just a bit faster.

[bobfloydsbabe]

Ok but your unexpected headcanon gave me the idea of a Bet Trope!AU for Imogen and Bob where Imogen is a psychology student doing her dissertation on how to make eccentric geniuses easier to work with and Bob is the unwitting subject of her experiment who signs off his agreement to participate in a lapse of attention (that was well orchestrated by Imogen).

She falls for him while using him as the subject of her research. If she doesn't succeed in winning him over, she fails her dissertation. If she succeeds in her dissertation, she loses him.

ANNA, WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!??? (affectionate)

[blabberoo]

Idk what au im cooking.. but Im cooking..

[laurenillustrated]

Mystery Inc. but it’s the 1890s

Who had late Victorian Scooby Doo on their 2024 bingo card? Hmm?

The idea came to me when I was thinking about Sherlock Holmes and then remembered the iconic mystery solving gang hehe

[taahko]

i think some of you dont like narratives or stories or characters i think you just like fanfiction tropes

[ef-1]

For those not tapped into Australian politics, King Charles is in Australia to conduct his "historic first tour to the commonwealth realm" i.e visting countries that King Charles is supposedly a monarch to.

Indigenous senator Lidia Thorpe had requested an audience with King Charles for weeks prior to this visit, she wrote countless letters to speak to him. Unlike other commonwealth nations and other former Brisitish colonies, a treaty with Indigenous peoples in Australia was never formed. Their land was never ceded to the British Crown. After being denied and ignored, Lidia Thorpe, draped in a traditional possum skin cloak, stormed in the Great Hall during the reception for Charles at Parliament House in the capital shouting the following:

I literally can't even look at these photos without getting goosebumps.

[mushiver]

I know what you're all definitely thinking. What if everyone from Gravity Falls was a chair. Well, I was bored enough at 3am to think about that too

Edit: part 2

[sabertoothwalrus]

clocked back in to the chilshi factory, have more tallman au

[paintedcrows]

Whenever Bill sees KingOfNJ's fics through Stan's eyes he just thinks they have the same taste in fanfiction (disgusting. unthinkable) continued

[riacte]

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]

[skipppppy]

Also damn y’all REALLY liked him huh

[sunnylolli]

THE SCENARIO IF STANLEY DID HAVE THE COURAGE TO ASK FORD FOR HELP THAT TIME BEFORE HE GOES TO GRAVITY FALLS AND FORD IS SOMEHOW CONVINCED TO COME DOWN AND MAKE AMENDS????????????

[44boora]

why the long face Sixer? 🏹