#Ahit final hours au

[flower451]

🜂

All Lancrimosa Polaris’s are used now

So let this be the grand era

that now

The only Judge Jury and Executioner has the Polaris of Smoke

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🜂

現在、ランクリモサのポラリスはすべて使用されている。

だから、壮大な時代にしよう。

これ

裁判官、陪審員、死刑執行人だけが煙のポラリスを持っている

Lore 2

[cb-writes-stuff]

〜★ Intro Post! ★〜

Howdy! Welcome to my blog!

I’m CB, short for C. Brookes. I am 18 and in college pursuing a degree in English, with the hope of one day being an author! I use she/her. I also have ADD (attention deficit disorder), and possibly several other things, including social anxiety!

This is mainly a personal blog, but I also post about my writing! Mostly, I like to read and write fantasy. My main project is called Project Opal! To summarize: “Man flees assassination attempts. Friends pursue. Other friend flees unrelated assassination attempt. Hijinks ensue.”

My dearest, most beautiful Milabelle (@trash-bin-ary) is my QPP, and the light of my life :3

And the ever-adorable Ace (@ace-of-loop) is my other QPP, and the sweetness of my life :3

I use lots of colored text, depending on my mood and energy levels.

This is a no-swearing blog. You do you, but I don’t post or reblog anything with swearing. I find it triggering (it really screws with me), and this is my blog, so I can do what I want. If you send an ask, submit a post, or comment anything that includes swearing, it will be deleted.

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For fandoms, I post about A Hat in Time, In Stars and Time, Hollow Knight, EPIC: The Musical, and possibly others. Fandoms I don’t post about but still enjoy include Pokémon, Baba Is You, Undertale, Deltarune, both Portal games, Stardew Valley, and anything I remember later and add on. Not fandoms, but sometimes I’ll also post about Ado and plushies.

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I also post about figuring out… myself, I guess. Sometimes I vent. Sometimes I talk about depression or anxiety.

We stay silly.

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[marisiss]

Well, the hour has come when I will finally post my ahit AU (which a bunch of other artists have already done, and in short it's no longer original). But, still, my AU differs from the rest in the concept of characters (half different. The main characters could have been more original)

Okay, I won't waste time, here's my reference of hat kid!

I tried as much as possible, roughly speaking, to copy the official style of ahit. I think I quite managed to do it. Her pseudonym is Hat Pirate, Pirate hat or longer "Pirate hat kid".

As you can already guess, this is a swap AU. Where Hat Kid becomes the antagonist of the game, and the antagonist becomes the protagonist. Yes, she doesn't look like a pirate with her appearance, and even more so I was inspired by another universe where Hat Kid looked the same (I hope I'm not violating the rights of that person, the original design). In general, as I said, she does not look like a pirate, but with a soul, a mind that is traumatized and spoiled, for sure.

To put it simply, she is a space pirate and her mania is like a magpie, stealing all sorts of shiny trinkets, jewelry, gold. But she didn't become a pirate right away. But, the post has already come out so long, so I will tell her backstory in the next post:)

(Who's going to read this at all, lol)

[mysteryman-17]

* THE EMPRESS 99ATK 99DEF * Eight lives down, one to go.

Time’s End is an AHIT/Undertale crossover AU of sorts, taking place in the aftermath of a timeline where you lose the final boss fight against Mustache Girl. You can find the write-up here! In addition, you can find the write-ups for the Neutral Endings and TimeWarp Route Requirements on Google Drive! The logo for Time's End was designed by @bittybattybunny. She's an incredible artist, be sure to check out their work here on Tumblr and over on Twitter!! (if it hasn't imploded by the time you're reading this post anyhow lmao.) This track was commissioned from Shade over on SoundCloud. Be sure to check out his work too! Also I'm not even gonna lie. I initially couldn't come up with a good title for this one to save my dick… so BIG thanks to Jacket of Diamonds over on SoundCloud for the name. I'm a real mf Asgore when it comes to naming things X'D

Motifs:

Rush Hour

Empress Conflict

Main Theme/Title Screen

You can also listen to this track in high quality on the AU’s SoundCloud here! The rest of the description is underneath the Read More.

The Empress takes the role of Undyne. She already had a major sense of resentment to Bow Kid before (however misplaced it may have initially been,) but as her cat goons are mercilessly whittled down to nothing in the Genocide route… something finally snaps, beyond the point of no return. She's consumed by the urge for vengeance for not just herself, but for all of her Nyakuza (the only ones she even remotely cared about aside from herself.) Armed with a prototypical battle suit, she will use her final stand to make Bow pay for ever crossing her gang. …Unfortunately for her however, the battle suit's own inherent teething troubles -- combined with the poorly-executed tech alterations not helping matters -- means that it's eventually unable to withstand anymore damage, suffering a critical error and beginning to self-destruct. The Empress winds up going out in such a blaze of glorious fury, there aren't even any ashes left where she once stood.

A bit later than I said I'd share it, but here's the AU's BAATH replacement! Similarly to the BTERTD replacement, I mentioned The Final Antasma Battle from Mario & Luigi Dream Team as a stylistic reference for this track when commissioning it (parallels to the MEGALOVANIA + I thought it was fitting for Empress, especially in Genocide.) Doubt I'll ever release it, but this time I also provided a "test" mashup of sorts with some of the ideas I was looking for. Shade took everything and ran with it in GLORIOUS fashion. I deliberately went with very non-traditional choices here, and he knocked it right out of the park -- and even improved on my initial idea in a fair few regards! Not much else left to say, so I hope y'all enjoy! (P.S. On a more general sidenote, I'm genuinely surprised that next to NO ONE has touched Pascal's unused AHIT OSTs in remixes, let alone as a motif in one, in the year that they've existed online. Like come on, y'all have some fresh material RIGHT THERE yo!!)

[ahatintimepieces]

Another three chapters of By Any Other Name are up! When Ven makes it clear that she’s not willing to see the painter’s side of things, he tries to make his escape again, though with startling consequences. Meanwhile, Mari struggles with a ghost in her home! And I don’t mean the books suddenly showing up on her table and doors that seem to swing open on their own! Or, actually, maybe those things aren’t so separate after all...

[4iammighty]

AHIT Coffee Shop AU FIC

for @doodledrawsthings

Coffee Shop AU has taken over and I wrote this as soon as I got home. Also this is just my interpretation, so please keep that in mind

TRIGGER WARNING: DOMESTIC/VERBAL ABUSE 

“VANESSA THAT'S ENOUGH!”

They’ve been shouting for at least an hour now...

“This is between you and me, don’t bring Harriet into this.”

It’s been like this for a few days...

“No, NO! It’s either me or her, no in-betweens.”

Things were supposed to get better, he promised.

Harriet was sitting outside their bedroom door, her face tucked into her knees. She promised her father she waits downstairs but... she couldn’t sit by and let this happen. But when the shout started she couldn’t bring herself to open the door and so she listened to their lover’s quarrel.

“You're not gonna make me chose between the love of my life and OUR daughter!”

“You mean our MISTAKE!?!”

M-mistake...? No, she didn’t mean it. Harriet wasn’t a mistake... she couldn’t be. There was a very long silence so much so that Harriet worried that something really bad might have happened. She went for the door handle when she heard the softest voice.

“Get... out..”

“Excuse me!?”

“I said get out! If you can’t love our DAUGHTER, Our beautiful child who was never and will never be a mistake, then I’m afraid I can't bear to love you.”

“Y-you... YOU SNAKE!”

“This conversation is over, GET OUT!”

“FINE THEN, BUT YOU’LL BE SORRY YOU CHOSE HER OVER ME!”

Harriet saw the door handle shake. She quickly hid behind the plant they had in the hall. She heard the door slam and her mother’s vengeful footsteps going down the stairs and out the door.

Things.... were supposed to get better...

And the only reason they didn’t was because of her...

Harriet fell to the floor once again, on the verge of tears, until she heard her father. Harriet pulled herself up and back to their bedroom. She took a peek inside, her father was sitting on the bed, hunched over, facing the window, clearly crying but very much trying to hide it.

“D-dad?” Her dad sat up, surprised to hear his daughter.

“Hey kiddo,” Her dad turned to face her, his eyes were red and puffy, “I thought I told you to wait downstairs?”

Harriet climbed up the bed and sat beside her father, “Mom left...”

He sighed, “Yeah... I know.”

“And... and,” Harriet could barely let the words out, “it’s... my fault.”

“What?”

“Was I a mistake daddy? WAS I NOT SUPPOSED TO EXIST!?” Harriet looked up to her father, finally letting herself cry.

He places his hands on her shoulders, “Listen to me. You are NOT a mistake, you were NOT an accident. Your mother and I wanted you and we love you with every fiber of our being. This is NOT your fault, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Harriet had nothing to say, she leaned against her father's chest as he pulled her in for an embrace. Despite all that happened tonight, it was the warmest hug he’d ever given. He works so hard to try and resolve everything, but in the end, he couldn’t save Vanessa from her lingering hatred. He wasn’t going to lose his daughter too.

Unbeknownst to either of them, across the street, a dark shadow was lurking. She had seen everything through the window. Here she was cold, furious, and alone. And inside? They were warm, happy, together. Just as Vanessa feared, now that she was out of the picture all his love went to the brat they raised.

“Damn you...”

Clouds rolled in from afar as her fist clenched and she spits out her venomous spell.

“This is not happily ever after, you will rue this day. YOU ARE THE MONSTROUS SNAKE WHO BROKE MY HEART AND YOU WONT GET AWAY WITH IT!”

The lampposts on the street shattered as dark rain poured. Vanessa stood there, watching, knowing Luka would feel the true extent of her wrath.

Back inside Luka and Harriet, we’re still embraced until,

*Cough*

“You ok, dad?” Harriet pulled herself away in an attempt to get a good look at his face.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I probably,” Another sickly cough escaped his throat, “probably just overexerted my voice.” He smiled down at his daughter, but she did not smile back.

“D-dad! Your eyes?!”

“Oh yeah, I guess they’re still pretty red?”

“No.. they’re YELLOW? AND GLOWING!?”

“WHAT!?” Without hesitation, Luka ran over the vanity to check his reflection.

His eyes were indeed yellow. He put his hand to his head and notice another terrifying detail, the tips of his fingers were dark and it was inching down his palm to his arms.

“What’s happening?!” Harriet called out, noticing her father's panic reflecting off the mirror.

“I don- UGGGGGHHHHH!” Luka hit the floor, knocking down the vanity and shattering the mirror in the process.

“DAD,” Harriet jumped off the bed and slide to her father’s side, “ARE YOU OK? DAD?!?”

Harriet saw her father’s hair darken and when she lifted his chin his face was so dark it looked like she was starring at the night sky. He had no mouth anymore, just two fangs. Harriet followed the darkness as it swallowed her father. She tried to stop it. Maybe wipe it away? Pull it off like a bandage? But nothing was working.

She backed away when she noticed that not only was the darkness swallowing her father, it was getting bigger too. The giant dresser was knocked aside and the Celine got light shattered above them. In the darkness, Harriet could now only see two glowing yellow eyes starring down at her from the corner of the bedroom.

Harriet felt a chill crawl slowly down her spine, leaving her shaking. From the corner of her eye, she saw... something out the window. She dashed to the window, it was just as dark outside as it was in the room.

Then lightning struck.

It was barely a second, but she saw her standing out in the pouring rain, watching. Her eyes like ice-cold daggers.

Lighting struck again, and she was gone.

Harriet looked back at the golden eyes. They were staring down, but not at her. She pulled out her phone and shined a light at the corner of the room. It was ginormous, nearly taking up half the room. A shadow towered over her, and they bet why Harriet could think of describing this thing, a giant shadow with glowing eyes and sharp fangs. She could now see what it was staring at, itself.

Had Harriet entered the room now, she would have screamed, she would have called the cops, she would have run away, but she didn’t. Because she knew the truth.

“Dad?” She called out.

Its eyes darted up at her, then they narrowed. Harriet approached it, holding out her hand. It hesitated at first but it accepts her hand. It was very cold to the touch, feeling like morning fog had manifested itself into a solid shape. She looked up once again, its eyes unchanging. She dropped her phone and hugged it. In response she heard a faint sniffle, its eyes disappeared under its shadow hands.

“What did she do to me...?”

[banyanas]

1, 16, 20

1. what’s the fic youre most proud of?

Crusader Au for sure. It's my longest complete work, had a LOT of planning in terms of tying all the foreshadowing and callbacks and bookends and world mechanics to each other, and most every plot point was very deliberate in purpose. The outline itself took a good 90 hours of just actually working on it (it helped that i had a lot more free time those days lol).

runner-ups are Beingverse (very much my baby, also a breakout fic for writing for ahit), Day One Dark (first completed novel-length fic. this little bitch took me over 2 years), and Awakening and Delusion of Power for being able to gleefully and blatantly show off/inflict upon unsuspecting readers just how much fun i have stretching the definition of 'dialogue'. Distilling scattershot organic thoughts/feelings/imagery/sensations/not-words into... well, words. Makes me insane for real.

16. Do you re-read old fics? Is there a time in your writing you won’t go back to?

I sure do!! With the exception of gift fics for Beloved Fwiends, pretty much all my fics were made for My Tastes so yeah, I reread em! However I do not go back to the vampire anime fics. Those were a dark time. When I finally had more ahit fics posted than that series I was probably a bit too happy about it.

20. What’s the greatest gift you’ve gotten from your writing?

NOT SURE WHAT THIS MEANS TBH like a personal self-fulfillment gift? man i dont want to think about self actualization through art thats scary shit right now. A gift from other people? I CANT POSSIBLY CHOOSE AN ANSWER TO THAT I LOVE ALL OF IT...

EDIT: WAIT NO I KNOW THE ANSWER TO THIS ONE

ITS FRIENDSHIP

ITS ALWAYS FRIENDSHIP

[erekiosuncreativeideas]

Being Human - Chapter 23

<= Chapter 22

Summary : Snatcher is taken to a familiar room of the manor. Also available on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/24826561/chapters/74145501

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(Trigger warning for this chapter : emotional abuse and creepy situation)

HEEEEEEY NEW CHAPTER

SO. Let me put some dates here.

Sunday 4th of April 2021 : chapter 24 will be posted. Thursday 8th of April 2021 : chapter 25 (last chapter) will be posted.

Why do I wait a few days to post the last chapters ? Because I want to draw for them, and, if possible, make as many drawings I can. Hopefully, you'll like this chapter and the last two as well ! Thank you for remaining so passionate about this story since its beginning, it means a lot to me !

The “Oh The Humanity” AU belongs to @doodledrawsthings​​ !

Uh if you’re interested, I post my progress on my chapters on Hatty Fan Time (the AHIT Discord server I’m moderating with two friends), so if you wanna join, go ahead !

Happy reading !

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Chapter 23 : “I can do this, I can… I will do this.”   

-“There we are,” sing-sang the Queen, opening the door leading to the nursery. To Snatcher’s horror, while the room was still relatively damaged, mostly with claw marks on the walls, it remained recognizable. The sight was enough to give him flashbacks of the time they had commissioned this room, of the time they had entered it the first time after it was completed- The former ghost could remember it like it was yesterday: the couple had been so happy, staying in the room for a good hour, imagining how their child would be like, how they wanted to give them as much love as possible… But none of that ever happened.

Instead, the Subcon Freezing had happened, ruining all hope for Snatcher to ever have kids, ruining his dreams of having a family with the woman he loved so, so much.

And now, he was back in that cursed room, a room that was reminding him of what could have been, had things been different.

Snatcher had no choice but to rely on Vanessa so he wouldn’t put any weight on his broken ankle. No need to say this was frustrating… And extremely frightening, having to depend on the one who had mercilessly killed you. The former ghost knew he had no choice anyway and he could do nothing but clench his teeth, hoping nothing would happen. With a swift gesture, the Queen grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him inside, soon closing the door behind them. The sudden movement made him cry out in pain as it forced his body to put weight on his injured ankle. It didn’t take long for Vanessa to notice what had happened and she quickly helped him to straighten, a sickening smile painted on her face.

-“There, there,” she cooed: “It’s okay. You know what you need ?” she then asked, completely out of the blue. A look of fear crossed his features as he heard her words. Oh, this couldn’t be good, now, could it…? The Queen remained silent after her own question and her face grew irritated, which were pretty good indicators that she was waiting for an answer from him. With this realization, the child quickly realized he had to give her a sign, anything- and so, unable to speak, he just shook his head, his whole body trembling from the pain, the fear and the cold.

Seeming satisfied with Snatcher’s reply, even if non-vocal, she smiled again and quickly picked him up without any warning. Naturally, out of surprise, the former ghost gasped and started to struggle. How could he not, when his own murderer was holding him in her arms, without any difficulty? However, it didn’t take much to convince him otherwise: Vanessa’s warning glare and the pain in his ankle from the movements were more than enough.

-“Now, now,” she sermonized him, all while carrying him to the crib. As soon as she got them both closer, he guessed her intents, and his face paled up. God, this nightmare was just becoming even worse- she was going to put him into the crib where their child should have been hundreds of years ago, should they have been born.

This was so disturbing, so creepy-…! But, apparently, Vanessa wasn’t seeing anything wrong with this. She really was taking him for a child, a child she had to care for.

This was sickening.

-“W-wait!” he interrupted her just as she was about to lower him into the pink crib, and she gave him both a confused and annoyed look.

-“What’s the matter?” she asked back, narrowing her eyes and furrowing her brow. Oh, this wasn’t good.

-“I’m… I’m too old to be in a cradle,” he tried, hoping this would be enough, though he couldn’t help but giggle nervously, his eyes looking away in fear they’d see anger on the Queen’s face, maybe worse. She stared at him for a moment… And soon enough, a light laughter left her lips, all trace of annoyance gone from her face, as if those had never been there in the first place.

-“Oh ho ho,” she took a deep breath as she finished laughing, sighing. Snatcher… Didn’t like that.

-“W-what…?” he wondered, his voice trembling from uncertainty and dread. Why would she laugh at something like this?

-“Oh, silly one,” she replied, an even more sickening smile painted on her ghostly lips, one that was letting him see her sharp fangs: “You need to rest, and I have the perfect bed for that. Your age doesn’t matter, does it? Cribs are for children, and you are one, don’t you?” she retorted, as if this was oh so very obvious.

Perhaps she had remained too unstable for years to remember cradles were for young infants, or toddlers. Her madness had affected her perception of reality, so much that she couldn’t see the problem here- or maybe she did, though in that case, why would she care? She had murdered him centuries ago, she wouldn’t feel guilty about forcing a kid into a crib!

And, well, it wasn’t like he could struggle more, seeing his injured ankle. After all, not only did this hurt, but this was also a very good warning of what could happen to him should he resist more. All of his instincts were crystal clear: “wait for the right opportunity”, they instructed him. And so, as the Queen lowered him into the cradle, Snatcher did his best not to cringe at the thought and didn’t resist. Once done, Vanessa stepped back and looked at him with a twisted fondness, one that made Snatcher want to throw up. Though he knew better and stayed still and silent.

-“Aaaw, look at you!” the Queen cooed, as if this was the cutest thing she had even seen in years- which was probably the case, in hindsight: “See, you fit just right!” At this remark, the young Prince examined the crib. Yeah, sure, he could fit while sitting- but lying down? This was another story. With the body of a twelve years old kid, or around that age, it was obvious this was the worst choice ever for a bed.

Although… Although this was much, much better than being put in Vanessa’s, he just realized. A chill ran down his spine at the thought. Yeah… Yeah, the cradle wasn’t so bad in comparison.

Snatcher’s thoughts were interrupted as he heard a clap of hands next to him- and unsurprisingly, it was her.

-“Good!” she spoke again: “Now that you’re ready to rest, I’ll bake some cookies!” She started to walk to the door and the former shade felt relieved at the idea of her leaving him alone- but just before exiting the room, she stopped and turned to him, a knowing smile on her lips:

-“Stay in the bed and sleep, alright?” she told him, and Snatcher had no trouble to detect that this was not a suggestion: “I don’t want anyone running around here. Otherwise, there will be consequence. Have I made myself clear… Uh…” she stopped for a moment, thinking, before tilting her head to the side: “Wait, what is your name? I don’t think I asked you before, did I?”

Oh. Oh crap. He obviously couldn’t give her his old name, this was the worst possible thing to do- but what other name could he use? Obviously, if he took too much time to decide, she would know… And yet, no words could leave his mouth.

Snatcher was simply paralyzed. At no time he had expected her to ask about his name- but how could he not think of anything like this?

-“Well?” she urged him, getting suspicious. Oh no, oh no, he had to find something, quick…!

-“Lu...” he tried, hoping he’d find a name close to his old one, something that would easily evoke close forms of the name “Lukas”, he lacked too much time to think more. But nothing was coming in his mind: “Lu…!”

The Queen frowned, confused.

-“Lulu?” she repeated, as a confirmation she had understood. Instantly, a wave of relief washed over him, though he did his best to hide it as much as he could.

-“Y-yes,” he nodded weakly, with a trembling smile: “That’s… That’s my name, yes,” he lied, trying so hard to keep his “happy mask” on. As a response, Vanessa stared at him, as if she were watching for any sign of lie in his words, in his expression. Snatcher hands were becoming clammy from how dreadful this whole situation was, his heart was beating loud and fast in his chest, he was doing his best to keep his breathing under control, no matter how difficult this was… And, finally…!

-“This is such a cute name!” exclaimed Vanessa with glee, clasping her hands once more: “Well, Lulu. I hope I can trust you, right?” Another warning, one that was even more obvious than the last one. The former ghost forced himself to smile again, despite how insincere it must have looked- but perhaps Vanessa was too unstable to see it, or so he hoped.

-“Of… Of course!” he lied again, with a nod: “I’ll just… Sleep and wait for you to come back,” he assured, hoping this would suffice. And fortunately…

-“Perfect!” her face lightened up, yet Snatcher couldn’t tell if she was fully convinced. In any case, she grabbed the door handle and waved at him affectionately, like a mother would do to her child. This was… Extremely upsetting, given the circumstances. Still, the child merely forced another smile… And let out a huge sigh of relief as the Queen finally left the room.

Gods, this had been much, much more terrorizing than anything he could have potentially imagined.

Doing everything he could to remain silent, the young Prince listened closely to her steps slowly getting away, and waited a few more minutes, just to be sure. When he was sure she was definitely far away from this room, Snatcher tried to straighten up, only to be cut short by the acute pain on his ankle. Oh yeah.

There was this problem too.

The former ghost winced and frowned. What could he do for that? He couldn’t possibly escape with such an injury… Not only would it hurt, but he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to move discreetly. With Vanessa being in the room under this one… Oh, yes, she would definitely hear him. Then what? It wasn’t like he could miraculously heal that ankle-

However, his body froze as a stroke of genius burst in his mind. Maybe, just, maybe this could work… Frowning and wincing in advance, not really sure if this would succeed… Snatcher moved his hands to his broken ankle and closed his eyes, focusing.

He had learnt healing magic in his past life… Now, it was just a matter of hoping this small and frail body would allow him to use it. And so, the former ghost tried to find the small spark of magic he still had under this form. Breathing in and out, it was like trying to find something that was now hidden in the depth of his mind, something that felt so familiar and yet so foreign.

“Come on…” he urged himself, feeling himself getting closer and closer to that feeling he was trying so hard to find. Healing magic wasn’t as easy as fire one for him, one of the main reasons being that his mother’s family had been gifted with the power of fire. Summoning flames was thus easier for him- healing magic, though? This was a complete new story. While fire had been easy to learn at the time, him being a natural at it, the other types of magic had to be learnt the traditional way, with teachers, a lot of reading and study times, and getting familiarized with the elements you were learning.

Of course, in his situation, Snatcher couldn’t really use any of those things. All he could do was trying to focus… And soon enough, he began to feel tingles at the tips of his fingers. Yes, this is what he had been looking for! A small smile of victory spread on his lips, but he did his best to remain focused. In the meantime, the child could feel his injured ankle becoming number and number to the pain, and maybe… Bones shifting around a bit, though it was more uncomfortable than actually painful. This was working, this was working, he knew it, he knew he could-!

And suddenly, Snatcher felt like he lost all grasp on his magic. Shocked, the former shade opened his eyes, the tingling sensation in his fingertips quickly disappearing as if it had never been there at all. Why? Confusion spread onto his features and he looked at his hands, almost hoping he’d see what went wrong. But everything seemed normal.

And in fact, it was, thinking about it. The fact that he had been able to summon healing magic when he was in a body inexperienced with it… Was already quite an achievement, and it made sense it wouldn’t last, that this would be too unstable for that.

The former ghost tentatively moved his ankle, already wincing in advance in fear of how much it would hurt- but it wasn’t as painful as he had first thought. He slowly and carefully palpated his skin, trying to feel what had changed. Sure, touching it hurt, however… However, he was almost sure that his bones weren’t broken anymore.

He had managed to heal the biggest part of his injury. A long sigh of relief left his lips: things were… Going really well. But Snatcher was far from being over with this, oh, very, very far. He still had to escape this cursed place.

As silently as he could, Snatcher straightened up and hopped over the guardrail of the crib. His feet met the floor with a muffled sound, which was enough to scare him: had Vanessa heard anything? The sudden pressure on his ankle made his face tensed greatly though he managed to contain the urge to whine in pain.

This body was definitely one of a child… But to the former shade, he was sure that his mind had been altered to a degree, and this was not something he liked. He had to find the kids and Moonjumper, making sure they were alive, that he had managed to save them… And have the brats returning him to his adult for- no, his spirit form. Yes, that was what he wanted, and for a moment, he felt confused as to why this hadn’t been the first thing popping in his mind.

What was happening to him…?

The child forced his mind to focus back on reality: this wasn’t the time for questions. Who knew how much time he had before Vanessa decided to check up on him? If he had to try something, without getting caught, this was literally now or never. Waiting was dangerous, especially if his friends needed him- it was really cold outside, freezing even… Would he even get there on time? He was pretty far away, especially on foot…

“No,” he tried to reassure himself: “I can do this, I can… I will do this.”

Determination was now fueling inside of him, almost making him forget the pain in his ankle and how low the temperatures were in the manor. He himself was also on a time limit: his fragile body would become less efficient the colder it would get- Snatcher couldn’t lose any more time.

Slowly, silently, the child moved to the door and slightly opened it. Good, it hadn’t been locked, and he couldn’t hear anything coming closer, whether it was a voice or steps. Another sigh of relief left his lips, and after hesitating a bit… The young Prince took a deep breath and moved forward, entering the hallway with a mix of apprehension, fear, and resolve.

He was going to leave this manor and find his friends again.

This was a promise.

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ONLY TWO CHAPTERS LEFT

I hope you liked this chapter, I can't wait to show you the ending of this fanfiction ! Thank you so much for following me this far, and I hope you'll be there for my next fanfic too ! (I already have an idea of the story, so now it's a matter of making it better and actually writing it).

See you next Sunday !

=> Chapter 24

[sixxpy]

I seriously had zero motivation but. the art for the AU is finally here.

HE LONGAWAITED ART FOR THE PMMM AHIT AU IS HERE!!! I am v excited to actually do smth for the AU! I’ll most likely be creating an ao3 acct and writing for the AU there and this will be the cover ^^ the art took me almost 3 hours to do, it was mega exhausting 😭😭 but I hope you guys like and I hope you guys stick along! it’ll be a long ride but i promise itll be worth it

EDIT: JUST REALIZED THE QUALITY WAS BUTCHERED NOOOOOOOO ahdsgg I’ll find a way to fix it;((

[ahatintimestorybook]

AHIT Twin AU-Accident

More Angst again!!! Well there’s going to be a ton of angst chapters. Might have to hold off on some wholesome fluff for a while, or I might add one or maybe two  in between so I don’t overfill any cups of tears.

To get the feel for this I had to listen too “Its Quiet Uptown” in repeat!!! So I’m still in tears now. Your welcome!!!

@winterpower98

It was a calm and relaxing Saturday evening, MJ was watching some TV while his family were getting ready for their night out. MJ and Luka’s parents were headed out to dinner with Angela’s, their mom’s co workers, while Luka was invited to dinner by his finance Vanessa. As much as MJ wanted to head out as well, he just got home from work, and there was no way he was going out with Luka and Vanessa.

“Well I’m heading off!” Luka announced as he put on a purple tux.

Before he could leave, Angela stopped him, “not so fast, Luka.” She said. Angela walked towards her son and got a good look at him. Angela looked at her youngest son from top to bottom, before she went and fixed his hair to make sure it looks good for Vanessa. “There now your perfect.”

Luka gave his mother a smile before giving her a hug. “Thanks mom.”

Angela smiles and hugs her son back. “Be safe, Lulu.” She whispered.

“Mom, I promise. Van and I are just going out for some ice cream that’s not too far from here.” Luka explained.

Angela gave a smile and looked at her son. “I know. I just…” she paused giving a small frown. As much she wanted to admit it, she didn’t trust Vanessa all that much. She didn’t want to say it as her son MJ seemed to be on the same page, and it would feel like she’s repeating everything MJ has told Luka about. She didn’t want to feel like an overprotective parent anymore as her son’s were no longer kids and were men in their 20’s. “I just want my baby to be safe.” She lied ruffling his hair.

Luka chuckled. “Mom, I’m not a baby.” He replied.

“Well you two going to be my babies no matter how old you’ll get.” Luka giggled and gave his mom one final hug before running off.

“Gotta go mom! See you later!” Luka shouted. Angela smiled and waved to her baby boy. Angela sighed and frowned hoping Luka will be okay. MJ walked over to his mom and put his hands on her shoulder giving her a comforting smile.

“I know how you feel. I get worried too.” MJ said. Angela looked up at her son and ruffled his hair a little. MJ chuckled and hugged his mom.

“Alright Angela, ready to go?” The twins father, Richard asked.

Angela nodded. “I’m ready.” She took her husband’s hand and gave him a smile.

Richard turned to MJ, “call if anything Michael.” He reminded.

“I will!” MJ replied.

“We love you MJ.” Angela said.

“I love you two too.” MJ replied hugging both his parents. Angela and Richard held hands and left to enjoy their night out. MJ smiled and closed the door and continued watching whatever was on TV.

What MJ didn’t know...this was the last night he’ll be seeing one of them...alive.

MJ fell asleep on the couch till he woke up hearing a knock on the door. MJ stretched and got up walking to the door. Probably Luka came home from his date or his parents are home. Once he opened the door he was surprised to see two officers. “C-can I help you officers?” MJ asked.

“Hi, are you Michael Prince Jr?” One off the officers asked.

“Y-yes? Did something happen?” MJ asked.

The two officers looked at each other and turned too MJ. “May we come in?” The second officer asked. MJ nodded and let the officers in.

Anxiety rushed through MJ wondering what had happened. Did something happen to their parents? Did Luka’s powers go off and he got in trouble? He hoped not. Did Vanessa do something to Luka? He definitely didn’t want to think about it.

MJ sat down on the couch and looked at the officers. “What happened officers?” He asked.

The first officer sighed and shook his head. “Its about your parents.” He revealed. MJ’s heart sank.

After their date, Luka and Vanessa were back at Vanessa’s manor dancing to music. Vanessa giggled as Luka spin her around before dipping her. “I didn’t know my future husband was a dancer?” She commented.

“Well I learned from my mom.” Luka replied. He picked her back up and stared into her shining ruby eyes. The two leaned in for a slow kiss, till Luka’s phone rang. He looked at it before giving Vanessa a quick kiss before answering the phone. “MJ, what’s up?” He asked. Luka’s face dropped when heard MJ cry on the other side of the phone. “M-MJ! Mikey! Calm down! What’s wrong?” He asked. Luka just heard MJ cry more before he hung up the phone.

Vanessa walked up to Luka and put a hand on his shoulder. “I-Is everything okay, Lulu?” Vanessa asked.

Luka sighed. “Vanessa, I need to head home something happened. S-sorry I had to cut our date short.” Luka gave his finance a kiss on the cheek before running off.

Once Luka made it back home he quickly came in only for MJ to hug his little brother. Luka blinked in surprise and hugged MJ back. He’d never seen MJ this emotional since middle school when a group of kids picked on MJ, badly.

“MJ what happened?” Luka asked.

“Are you Luka Prince?” The 2nd office asked.

Luka nodded and kept hold of his older twin brother. “What’s wrong officer?” He asked.

The officer sighed. “I’m sorry to tell you this, but your parents, Angela and Richard died in a car accident.” He revealed.

Now it was Luka’s turn for his heart to sink. “N-no.” He stuttered. He was ready to cry too only to hold MJ tighter. “W-we just saw them leave an hour and a half ago. T-they can’t be dead.” Luka teared up.

The officer went over to the brothers and put a hand on MJ. “I know its hard for you two. I’m sorry this had to happen.” He said. Luka sniffled and started to cry. The officers sighed and decided to leave for the night.

“W-wait!” MJ called out stopping the officers. “H-how did the accident happen?” He asked.

The first officer sighed. “Your parent’s car’s breaks didn’t work. They were driving and there was some black ice on the road, they lost control and slammed into an on-coming truck.” He explained.

MJ tried to wrap it around his head, how was there ice on the road. The snowstorm wasn’t that bad and plus it happened two days ago the ice and snow should of melted. Unless…

“Were still investigating it. W-well give you guys an update when we find something.” The 2nd officer explained.

“A-alright.” MJ sobbed. “T-thank you.” The officers nodded and left the twins to grieve. Once they were gone the brothers turned to each other and hugged each other sobbing. Their parents were gone!

Luka sobbed loudly hugging MJ tight as he can, so he wouldn’t leave too. MJ did the same,  he wanted to use his string powers to wrap the two together for the entire night, but he couldn’t. He was emotionally drained.

As the officers were leaving, there was a mysterious figure hidden behind some trees who gave a sinister smile before walking off.

[bittybattybunny]

Adding to the "Love on Bunny" hours, your art and storytelling skills are amazing! And seeing you post your OC's and AU's so bravely is helping me learn to be proud of mine. You're an awesome artist, and the ahit fandom is lucky to have you. Thank you for blessing us with such beautiful content and letting us meet Eclipse, Bunny, and Steve! 🥰🥰🥰

omgosh I'm like literally crying this is such a sweet little message like ahhh

IDK if I’d call it “brave” so much as “I’ve spent years shaming myself for my interests and I’m sick of living like that” It’s my life and I want to create and share things I created. that’s my goal in life plain and simple.

It makes me so happy to know I’m able to kinda inspire others and stuff like I don’t think mega highly of myself, I shit talk myself a lot, but at the end of the day I’m having fun and seeing others have fun just

i’m a happy bun

ALSO THE FACT PEOPLE LIKE MY IDIOTS MAKES ME SO HAPPY LIKE I cannot wait till i finish these projects to start showing you guys some of my other stuff! (i’m really excited to work on my long haul project Nightmare’s dream now that I finally know where I’m going with it)

[flower451]

Arsenic

It seems that after the defeats

The recent rise of Lancrimosa Polaris influences have started to become something that is not meant to be in a very good manner

especially since this source of dark influx rises from the darkest of souls but also from the most who have experienced the dark influx

To one of a child with a hat would later manage to get access of the Lancrimosa Polaris influence

yet a doll of creation never gave such relief of death from reaching them

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ヒ素

敗戦後のようだ。

ランス・リモサ ポラリスの影響力は最近増しているが、間違った方向に働き始めている。

特に、この闇の流入の源は、最も暗い魂から立ち上がるだけでなく、闇の流入を経験した最も多くの魂からも立ち上がるのだから。

帽子の中の子供の一人は、後にランクリミサ・ポラリスに影響を与えることになる。

しかし、創造の操り人形は彼らに死の安堵を与えなかった。

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Corrections

ランクリモサ・ポラリス=Lancrimosa Polaris

Lore 1

[flower451]

Invocation

召喚状

『First Look into Final Hours』

[flower451]

🝗

Lancrimosa of Ash

Despite you being of terrible condition

Still have Resolve for anything but life

But yet still want to lose it all

The unfortunate state made it

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🝗

アッシュのランクリモーサ

ひどい状態にもかかわらず

私はまだ人生の他のことに関して決意を持っている。

それでも彼らはすべてを失いたがっている。

不幸な状態だった。

Lore 7

[flower451]

🜪

There are always two of one

Whether the two of one be primordial or dark vial

The Lancrimosa of Duality will always go to two different

Duality goes one way or the other

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🜪

常に2人1組

原初の2つであれ、闇の小瓶であれ。

デュアリティのランクリモサは常に2つの異なる道を歩む。

二元性はどちらか一方に向かう。

Lore 6

[flower451]

枯れたキンセンカ

Dead Calendula