#Elements of Chaos AU

[umbra-borealis]

"I AM THE SAND GUARDIAN, GUARDIAN OF THE SAND!"

This is basically the first chapter of EoC in a nutshell. Also, these are men in their mid to late 20s.

[umbra-borealis]

Hi I still really really like this and even tho I'm experimenting with AU designs (especially for Sonic) I'm keeping this outfit or some close variation of it just because it was such a fan favorite, which feels odd to say because maybe 10 people liked EOC and it wasn't even close to release yet but it's seeing old stuff like that makes me want to go back and give it another go.

No promises, but hyea, I still really love this!

Decided to draw this boi ;) Had a blast drawing them too!

Character belongs to @umbra-borealis

I hope you like it ^^'

[alterchaos]

WHAT ELSE

The secret is out, but can her voice reach him through the persisting darkness? A promise is made…

(cn: this scene is one of my favorites in all of Alter Chaos and was one I poured every bit of my passion for this series into, I hope you enjoy)

PREVIOUS CHAPTER: WAIT

NEXT CHAPTER: TEARS

MUSIC: Ichiban no Takaramono (Piano)

OFF PANEL: He sneezes like a kitten...

[fantasiac]

Ivory Silver

my 3 spiky boys are back together!!1!!1! :D

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

it’s so funny to me that throughout the sonic continuities metal sonic has had like. at least half a dozen different names. it is my goal in life to include them all in my fic somewhere.

[jetaloen]

as close as im getting to an smt au...rohan samael and volo heretical priest

[spoonicksmaximus]

mmidk. Had this funny little fan comic idea about Tails getting stuck in an incomplete Chaos Control. Made some concept art for what he may look like in the glitched chaos form. Or something, I haven’t thought of names.

[gr1555]

Au where Theo Adam tries to kill Mary during the archeological dig but she gets the powers of Shazam (kind of getting them in the same way she did in dc bombshells). Something could still happen that causes her to lose a chunk of her memory and not quite know the faces of her parents and brother nor fully remembering she had powers and still being hidden from Shazam who later chooses Billy as his Champion and successor.

[umbra-borealis]

Can I offer y'all a nice Shadow re-design in these trying times?

Shadow is arguable one of the more complex characters in Elements of Chaos considering the fact that his alignment is a bit... foggy. For him and for everyone else as Shadow suffers from amnesia for a while, some things never change 😔

I made a speedpaint for this little doodle! Click Here to view it on my youtube channel! 

[forever-eternal]

Hello, I’m making My Little Ponies. Have pictures of the first three:

[jennrypan]

I'm redesigning Chaos cuz I want him to look..cooler and I lowkey I made him kinda 🫣..he snatched as hell--

It's important to the plot I promise--

[catcr4ft]

I could make Essiel and Varska t4t…….

[wildflowercryptid]

where is that post that's kinda clowning on the s*bmas fandom boom that's like "can you imagine if they eeby deebied either sordword or shielbert and they got the same fandom treatment as s*bmas"? i need it for reasons.

[rafecameronssl4t]

Cheeky Interview || F1 driver!Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: just Rafe being cheeky during the after race interview

Warnings: none

Word count: 926

A/n: no f1 for awhile :(

MASTERLIST (F1 driver!rafe x reader au masterlist)

The press room buzzed with energy as Rafe Cameron leaned back in his chair, the epitome of relaxed confidence. His racing suit was tied around his waist, revealing the snug black undershirt clinging to his toned frame. The cameras loved him; his cheeky grin and smouldering blue eyes ensured that.

“Rafe, fantastic result today,” a journalist began, her pen poised. “P2, and some excellent overtakes out there. How are you feeling?” Rafe flashed a grin, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Yeah, it was a good day. The car felt great—big shoutout to the team for that. But, uh…” He paused, the corner of his mouth quirking up mischievously.

“I think I’ve got someone else to thank for the extra motivation today.” The room perked up, sensing something juicy. His PR manager, Mia, sitting in the corner, visibly tensed. “And who would that be?” another journalist pressed, leaning forward eagerly. Rafe shrugged casually, though the glint in his eyes betrayed his intentions.

“My girlfriend,” he said, his voice laced with affection. “She’s here this weekend, which doesn’t happen often. When I saw her waving at me on the way to the grid? Yeah, I couldn’t let her down.” The reporters chuckled, a few murmuring “aww.” Rafe was in his element now.

“She’s been in the paddock all day,” Rafe continued, leaning into the mic. “I swear, the cameras are more focused on her than the cars. Can’t blame them, though. She looked unreal. Honestly, it’s unfair—I’m out here sweating in a fireproof suit, and she’s just strolling around making me look bad.”

More laughter rippled through the room, but Mia coughed, a clear signal. Rafe ignored it entirely. So, are we saying Y/n is your secret to success?” one reporter teased. “Secret?” Rafe scoffed. “Mate, there’s no secret about it. She’s my lucky charm. I told her if she keeps showing up, I might just win the championship.”

“She was in the paddock before the race, looking way too good. I was about to ditch the car and take her out for lunch instead.” The room erupted in laughter, but Mia was already shifting in her seat, a warning look sent his way. “Rafe,” she interjected, her tone polite but firm. “Let’s keep it focused on the race, yeah?”

Rafe barely blinked. “I am talking about the race. I mean, if she wasn’t here, I’d probably be in the gravel by lap two.” He winked at the room, fully aware of the chaos he was causing. Mia pinched the bridge of her nose, muttering something under her breath as the journalists continued to eat up Rafe’s every word.

“One last thing,” a bold reporter called out. “Any chance Y/n will be joining you on the podium next time?” Rafe chuckled, shaking his head. “If it were up to me, she’d already have her own spot. Honestly, I’d probably just step aside and let her take my trophy. She deserves one just for putting up with me.”

Mia cut in again, this time more forcefully. “Thank you, everyone. That’s all for now!” As the reporters reluctantly began to pack up, she shot Rafe a look that clearly showed she was annoyed. Rafe only shrugged, his grin never faltering. “What? They asked. I answered.”

“Next time,” she hissed under her breath as they walked out of the room, “stick to the car and the team. You’re impossible, Cameron.” “Impossible or irresistible?” he quipped, glancing back at her. But his smirk softened as he spotted you waiting at the end of the hall, your smile brightening the moment you saw him.

“See?” Rafe said, nodding toward you as he strode up, his confident smirk softening the moment his eyes met yours. “Totally worth it.” You couldn’t help but grin, stepping closer. Rising onto your tiptoes, you pressed a quick kiss to his lips. His arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, holding you close as he smiled against your lips, his warmth seeping into you.

“How was it?” you asked softly, glancing over his shoulder just in time to catch his Mia pinching the bridge of her nose. “Typical Rafe,” she muttered under her breath before walking off, clearly exasperated. Rafe chuckled, the sound deep and full of mischief, as his hands slid to rest on your hips.

His blue eyes sparkled with playful defiance as you raised an eyebrow at him. “What did you do this time?” you asked, laughter bubbling in your voice. Rafe held his hands up in mock surrender, his grin widening. “Why do you assume it was me?” he said, feigning innocence with an exaggerated gasp.

“Because,” you replied, crossing your arms as you tried—and failed—to look stern, “most of the time, it is you.” He leaned closer, his smirk downright wicked now. “Fair point,” he admitted, dropping his voice just enough to send a shiver down your spine. “But come on, you know you love it.”

You rolled your eyes, unable to stop your own smile from breaking through. “One of these days, you’re going to get yourself in real trouble.” He shrugged, pulling you back into his chest. “Probably. But as long as you’re there to bail me out, I’ll survive.”

[uppersidedreaminnn]

CONFESSIONS ─ L.HS

synopsis: heeseung and you have always been inseparable, friends who feel like family. despite your friends noticing his lingering glances and touches, you dismiss their suspicions, believing your bond is platonic. but when heeseung confesses his feelings, you're forced to question if it was always something more.

pairing: basketball captain lee heeseung! x female reader

word count: 1.4k

genre: friends to lovers, high school au.

warning: mentions of fainting and overworking.

likes, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated. please let me know your thoughts!

you push open the gymnasium doors, the roar of the crowd hitting you instantly. the bleachers are packed, students leaning forward in their seats, voices echoing off the high ceilings. the buzz of excitement fills the air as the teams warm up on the court. your eyes scan the room, searching for your friends, and you spot them immediately—front row, right where they always are, with an empty seat waiting for you.

"finally," one of them teases as you slide into your spot. "you're late."

"yeah, yeah," you mumble, rolling your eyes. "heeseung forgot his sports bag in the locker room, so i had to go get it for him."

the second his name leaves your mouth, they exchange glances. a silent conversation you can’t decipher.

"what?" you ask, eyebrows furrowing.

"nothing," one of them says, shaking her head, but the smirk on her lips says otherwise.

"is that why you're wearing his jersey?" another chimes in, eyes flicking down to the fabric draped over you.

you glance down at yourself, the familiar number standing out against the dark material. "he had an extra one in his bag," you explain. "said i should wear it for good luck. interrogation over, okay?"

you push up from your seat before they can say anything else. "i'm going to wish him luck."

"lucky guy," one of them mutters as you walk away. "gets a good luck charm before every game."

the team is gathered on the bench, locked in conversation. heeseung stands in the middle, gesturing as he talks, his presence commanding even in casual moments. you tap his shoulder lightly, and he turns immediately, a grin spreading across his face the second he sees you.

"just wanted to say good luck before the game starts," you tell him, and the way his smile softens makes your heart do something weird in your chest.

"thanks, y/n," he says, eyes flickering down to his jersey on you for just a second too long.

you nod, pulling away before you start overthinking things. "okay, get ready now. you got this."

he doesn’t stop smiling even as you walk back to your seat.

when the buzzer goes off, the crowd erupts into cheers as both teams step onto the court. the game tips off with heeseung winning possession of the jump ball, and just like that, it’s chaos. minutes blur together in a mess of sneakers squeaking against polished floors, bodies colliding, and the constant echo of the referee’s whistle.

it’s a tight game—25-25 with barely a minute left. your nails dig into your palms as you watch heeseung weave through defenders, eyes locked on the basket. he leaps, arms stretching, and releases the ball. the gym holds its breath as the ball arcs perfectly through the air, sinking into the net with a clean swish.

the crowd explodes.

heeseung is unstoppable, completely in his element, but you see it—how hard he’s breathing, how his shoulders rise and fall too fast. his skin glistens under the fluorescent lights, drenched in sweat. the final buzzer is seconds away. if the other team doesn’t score, they win.

then, everything happens too fast.

the opposing team steals possession, sprinting down the court. you grip the hem of your jersey, barely breathing. they shoot, the ball sailing—

it bounces off the rim.

jungwon grabs the rebound, passes it to heeseung. he pushes forward, dodging, searching for an opening. the defense closes in. he hesitates—a split second of doubt. then, he spots it. his eyes flick to the hoop, determination flaring. he steps back, sets his feet, and takes the shot.

silence.

the ball arcs perfectly through the air. the net sways as the ball drops through.

the gym explodes into cheers.

you’re already halfway onto the court before you even realize you’re moving, heart pounding in your ears. you scan the floor for heeseung, but the moment you spot him, dread crashes over you.

his hands tremble at his sides, his chest rising and falling too fast, his eyes searching, unfocused. panic grips your stomach. he stumbles back once, twice—

then he collapses.

the celebration screeches to a halt. gasps ripple through the crowd. you don’t even think before you sprint forward, feet pounding against the polished wood as jake and jay reach him first, hauling him up between them.

"we need to get him to the nurse’s office," jake says urgently, and you don’t hesitate to follow.

you sit beside heeseung, watching his chest rise and fall steadily now. the nurse said he was just overwhelmed, the adrenaline and exhaustion hitting him all at once. still, the sight of him unconscious knocked the air from your lungs.

he stirs. his fingers twitch, his brows furrowing slightly before his eyes blink open. he blinks a few times, adjusting to the lights, before turning his head.

his gaze softens when he sees you. "y/n."

"you're awake," you breathe, relief flooding your chest. "how do you feel?"

he blinks at you, still groggy. "what happened?"

"you won the game," you say, voice barely above a whisper. "then you passed out. and scared the hell out of me. out of everyone."

his lips twitch into something like a smile, but you shake your head, gripping his hand without thinking. "heeseung, you shouldn’t push yourself that hard. you need to listen to your body more." you can't help but scold the boy.

he hums absently, but you can tell he’s not really listening. he’s staring at you like he’s thinking about something else entirely.

"i was looking for you," he says suddenly, voice quiet.

you blink. "what?"

"when i stepped away from the team. i was looking for you."

"you shouldn’t have," you mumble, shaking your head. "i was already coming to you anyway."

heeseung exhales sharply, drags a hand through his hair. he hesitates, then grabs your wrist before you can pull away. "i was looking for you because… i had something to tell you." he says voice strained. 

your breath catches. "what is it?"

he hesitates. you watch the emotions flicker across his face—uncertainty, frustration, something else you can’t quite place.

"i promised myself," he starts, voice low, "that if we won this game, i’d tell you."

"tell me what?"

he swallows, jaw tightening. then, finally, he says it.

"that i like you, y/n." 

your breath stutters.

"since we became friends, i kept it to myself because i didn’t know how you felt," he admits, voice steadier now. "i didn’t want to overstep."

the words crash over you like a tidal wave. your mind races through every moment you’ve shared with him. the way he’s always looked out for you. the way you always find yourself gravitating toward him. the way your heart clenched when you saw him fall.

all this time, had it been right in front of you?

maybe you just didn’t realize it before, never admitting it to yourself, but deep down, you knew. what you felt for heeseung went beyond friendship. his confession didn’t just surprise you—it gave you the confidence to finally acknowledge those thoughts you’d been pushing away.

heeseung watches you closely, noticing the way your brows furrow, the words caught in your throat. his voice is quiet when he speaks again. “you don’t have to return my feelings or anything,” he says quickly, almost like he’s afraid of what your silence means. “i just wanted to finally tell you.”

when you meet his gaze, there’s something so vulnerable in the way he looks at you—hopeful, pleading.

“i—” you start, but your voice falters. you swallow hard and try again. “i think i like you too, heeseung.”

his eyes widen slightly, breath hitching as you continue, words tumbling out in a rush. “i didn’t want to admit it to myself before, because we were just friends, and i didn’t want to overstep.” you exhale shakily. “but i like you so much too.” your voice is steady now, sure. “when you fainted, i swear my world stopped.”

his expression softens, like he never expected you to say those words. for a moment, he just looks at you, like he’s memorizing every detail of this moment. then, his voice drops to a whisper.

“come here.”

you smile, a little shy, before shifting closer, resting against his chest. warmth spreads through you when his arms wrap around you, pulling you in.

“i guess my friends were right after all,” you chuckle, the vibration of your laughter sending shivers down his spine.

heeseung lets out a breathy laugh, pressing his face into your hair. “wanted this for so long,” he murmurs, holding you even closer, like he’s afraid to let go.

[bigfatbreak]

I found your MLP AUs and I need more please😭

How does Twilight deal with the other baddies that come along since she's not the element of magic, technically? Does she still get her crystal castle in ponyville? What about Tyrek (I forgot his name but basically the bad guy that can suck magic)

She's still the element of magic. It's written across her skin and in her DNA, she legitimately can't escape her fate no matter what happens to her.

Species doesn't matter when it comes to the magic of friendship, after all. It wrankles Discord something awful that changing into a species known for their chaos-leaning magic is still part of the elements of harmony, gross