#Family swap au

[azseidation]

Tried to draw noelle in the pizza tower style!!

[bridgyrose]

Is it possible you could write more Ladybug swapped at birth if you have any/want to?

(As you wish, so shall it be)

Ruby sat on the roof of the dorms, hands shaking as she looked at a picture of Summer on her scroll. Her ears still rang from the argument that her parents and Taiyang had about where she belonged and who were really her parents. Of course she believed that Taiyang and Summer were her birth parents, but they still werent the ones who raised her and not the ones she’d call mom and dad. With a sigh, she leaned back and turned her scroll off. 

“Thought you’d be here.” 

Ruby sat up for a moment and watched Yang sit down next to her. “And how’d you figure that?” 

“Mom would do the same thing when she had trouble trying to figure things out.” Yang sat down next to her and sighed. “You really are a lot like her.” 

“Right…” Ruby laid back down and looked up at the night sky. “That’s not exactly helping.” 

“If it makes you feel better, I dont think dad will actually take you home.” 

“What makes you think that?” 

“For one, he’s not going to fight your parents, and two, as much as he wants you home as a reminder of mom, he really doesnt need much more than what he already has. Besides, Blake picked up enough of mom’s habits.” 

Ruby looked over at Yang. “What do you mean?” 

“You’ve seen how she is. Protective, adventurous, willing to help anyone no matter how much danger she puts herself into…” Yang leaned back and smiled a bit. “And in a way, after meeting you, I see why dad would want you back home. But, that’s not your home no matter how much we want to get to know you as family.” 

Ruby sighed and closed her eyes for a moment as she felt the breeze across her skin. “And… what exactly is home for me? Sure, I grew up in Menagerie, but that wasnt really home. And Patch wouldnt be home either. Maybe in another life, but not now.” 

Yang sighed and moved a bit closer to Ruby. “That’s… not exactly an easy question to answer. If you ask me, its where you’re from. But if you asked mom or dad? Home is where you make it.” 

“Where I make it, huh?” Ruby smiled a bit and opened her eyes to stare at the stars and the moon, her fingers running over the shingles of the roof. Her thoughts immediately went to Blake and her smile, how comfortable she felt with her, the warmth that ran through her every time she was near her. After a few moments, she sat up and stared out to Vale. “I… I think I understand. And Taiyang… your dad… he uh… he wants to get to know me, right?” 

“He does, he’s just really bad at wording out what he actually wants.” 

“I’ll get to know him, but I’m not going to live with you and him. I’m still not ready to go back with my parents that raised me, let alone with someone I dont know.” 

Yang nodded and sat up. “He’ll understand. Wont be happy, but he’ll understand what you mean.” 

“Think they’re done arguing yet?” 

“Probably.” 

Ruby slowly nodded and took a breath to relax, her heart racing for a moment as her mind let Ghira’s and Taiyang’s words run through. She gave a quick flinch as she felt Yang’s hand on her shoulder, slowly relaxing again once she realized she wasnt going to get hurt.

“You know you’ll be okay, right? None of us are going to let you get hurt.” 

“I guess I’m just nervous. The last time I was in an argument like that, Adam…” The words stopped as Ruby pulled her arm to her chest and picked herself up. “Lets get back to the dorm. If they’re still not finished arguing, I’ll find somewhere else to be for a bit.” 

Yang nodded and got up to follow Ruby. “Are you sure? Weiss and I will gladly get them to stop-” 

“I’m sure. I’ll be fine, I’m just not fond of the yelling.” 

“You know you can talk to us, right?” 

Ruby nodded and quietly made her way to the tree she climbed up and made her way down to the dorm window. Her body froze for a moment as she caught a glance of Taiyang leaving the dorm room, waiting until he was out of sight before opening up the window. She made her way back to her bed and laid down, getting ready for the morning and whatever else it’d bring. 

[cantarelaria]

you know this is a woman on a MISSION

original:

[protagaster]

Odysseus, looking down at his kneeling wife, child, and their patron God: What did you three do?

Penelope, covered in blood: ...

Telemachas, also covered in blood: ...

Ares, trying to hide a couple of bloody spears behind his back: ...

Odysseus: At least tell me this: how many bodies do I have to hide this time?

[doloneia]

hector and teucer are the funniest cousin duo ever to me. hector’s ride or die for his family EXCEPT that greek guy who keeps shooting at him. that guy can get hit with fuckass big rock. meanwhile teucer’s so determined to kill hector he shoots like 9 people in the crossfire and when ajax dies teucer immediately sees he used hector’s sword and shakes his fist at the clouds

[acis-arts]

More shitten content? :3. And Kali's siblings interacting with said Shitten.

Sure!

This was a drawing idea I wanted to post on the last shitten post, but I didn't end up drawing it

Here's also a few more interactions with Kali's siblings:

[the-one-with-spider-brainrot]

uh oh spaghettio looks like watching their brothers execution wasn’t enough

[rune-06]

Truce AU🤝Modern Family

I feel like this is the last time Dream babysits for Nightmare-

[carouselunique]

No one important, don't worry about it.

[lovesickeros]

☆ even the gods bleed

{☆} characters furina, neuvillette {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, multi-chapter, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, injury, light angst {☆} word count 2.3k

What was justice?

Focalors had asked herself that question many times during the long nights she spends awake pouring over the prophecy of a dead God, words replaying in her mind like a broken record until the sun rose like a blooming flower.

She was the God of Justice, an Archon, yet she herself lacked the answer to such a simple and yet so very complex question.

How does one define what is just and what is not? How does she know that what she believes to be just is right? Is it justice if one being alone may sway the scales of justice on a whim? What justice is there to be found in the cold, watery grave that awaits her nation?

She does not know.

Perhaps she may never know.

What she does know, at least, is that this is not justice.

It is a mockery of it.

She stands before the bloodied, broken body like the judge, her sword held so tightly in her hand her fingers feel stiff, a dull ache adding to the weight of what she's seen. For a long, horrible moment she almost thinks they are dead – something she would have reveled in, only a day prior – before she sees the subtle rise and fall of their chest. Breathing, but barely.

The rain felt heavier upon her shoulders at the realization – she was not sure if it was in relief or horror.

Her nails dig into her palm, mind stuck somewhere between that abject horror and confusion so palpable she swore she could hear the gears in her head turning.

For a long, silent moment as she stares upon the body beneath the heavy rain..she wonders if this is how it all ends instead. If the world itself will simply crumple in on itself and cease – without its heart, it will wither, after all – long before the waters ever swallow her nation whole.

Because, try as she might to rationalize it, for every drop of rain that hits her like pins and needles, soaking her down to the bone..the body of the imposter is completely dry. Even the water pooling along the stones dares not to leave so much as a splotch against their ragged, torn clothes.

She remembers the meeting so very clearly, and she thinks she is a fool to not have noticed sooner – the Creator upon their gilded throne, finger pointed in accusation at the visage far too similar to their own. The imposter. She remembers the lilt of their voice as they called for their death as easily as one would speak of the weather – and to no one other then herself would she admit the spark of fear it had ignited within her. Because beneath the divine charade there was a sick enjoyment in the way they looked upon the imposter – like a bug beneath their shoe.

She understands, now.

She had thought that perhaps finally – finally – she could do right by her people, by her Creator, if she rid Teyvat of this..intrusion.

Now she sees herself as what it all really is – blind lambs following the herder.

Perhaps she would be considered a heretic under the eyes of the law – beneath the weight of justice, heavy as the heart that bears its sins. Perhaps this is a mistake, one she would come to regret.

But for now, she sheathes her blade with unsteady hands, the sound making her ears ring – for what she had almost done, what she had already done – as she stumbles like a newborn lamb towards the broken body of..

..What, exactly? Human? Divine? She is not so sure what to call them. Creator? No. The name is bitter upon her tongue, now, burning like liquid flame down her throat.

Where once she had spoken it in reverence and admiration, it felt hollow and empty, now.

Her vision wavers as she kneels down against the rain soaked stones, the rain upon her back growing heavier as she reaches a shaky hand forth – and for a moment, however brief, she feels the weight of expectation, of a title she fears she may never live up to, wash away with the waters that fall from the heavens.

The bruises and blood smeared across their skin are like strokes of a paintbrush, their body the canvas from which such horrid art is created. It makes her ill.

Doubt wavers her composure briefly – her position is already unsteady. She has never been seen as an equal to many of the other Archons. Her own people do not see her as their Archon, but an actor in a grand play that they shall simply toss aside and replace like a broken doll the moment she bores them.

What does she have left to lose?

She reaches out again, her hand settling onto their shoulder and turning them onto their back. She..isn't sure what to do, actually. She's never been particularly physically capable – she tended to avoid fights, even if she oft provoked them – and she was certainly no healer.

Yet what choice does she have but to march on anyway? She is in the heart of the city, it is far more dangerous here then anywhere else..she had little time to make her move.

Fontaine was, after all, a nation founded on the principle of justice. To know an injustice has been made against the most Divine..the entire nation was in a frenzy.

Her eyes dart around nervously, hands clasped tight on their shoulders and her lips drawn into a taut line – someone would notice her absence. One of the Archons would point out her absence in the coordination of the search.

Her options were just as limited as her time – she couldn't just take them out of the city. Security was tight, and as much as she fancied herself an escape artist – Neuvillette could hardly keep her in one place for too long – she doubted she could do the same with the limp body of the imposter in tow.

..The Palais Mermonia it was, then.

Her room had a secret entrance that few knew about, and even fewer would dare to traverse. She just..had to hide them there for a bit and hope Neuvillette wouldn't notice anything different.

Probably.

Still, there was the problem of actually..transporting the body. As grim as it sounded. Her only solace was the fact she didn't have to worry about them catching a cold, at least, and their breaths were still audible, if only barely. So she had to resort to some..unexpected methods.

Seeing the limp form of, well, the imposter – she'd really have to ask for something else to call them when they woke up – stuck in a bubble of hydro wasn't exactly on her bucket list.

Then again, neither was treason.

Well, first time for everything, right?

It wasn't breaking the law if no one else knew about it.

..Neuvillette didn't have to know about it, really. It was fine.

She could, of course, technically try to talk some sense into Neuvillette – he'd listen to her, right? She thought she was pretty close with him..but he was also the one person more obsessed with justice then she was. Such a stickler for the law..so maybe she's breaking a few, it's fine.

But he was also pretty devout, as much as he tried to keep his worship private – with Focalors around, nothing was really secret. Maybe she could get him to settle down long enough to prove it.

..How was she going to prove it?

An exaggerated groan escaped her lips as she led the bubbled imposter – she really wished she didn't have to resort to that, it would be a lot a more awkward to explain then dragging the body around – through the winding streets of Fontaine. She's just glad she's already memorized the entire city like the back of her hand..and a little dramatics went a long way. People listened when the Hydro Archon spoke, and she was suddenly very, very glad for that fact, even if they treated her more like a mascot then a God.

And partially because she, maybe, just a little..stole a few documents detailing the layout and a little personal exploration of her own – but what Neuvillette didn't know couldn't hurt him!

After what felt like hours, though was really no more then half an hour at best, she'd managed to drag herself – soaked to the bone with rain – and the conveniently bubbled imposter up through the secret entrance and into her room.

The perceived safety, as flimsy as it was, was..comforting. Until she heard the rustle of fabric, the clearing of a throat and the pop of a bubble as she, in her surprise, popped it – and then the thud of the imposter hitting the floor.

She felt a bit of regret about that part, at least, wincing.

"Lady Furina." His voice was as sharp and cool as she remembered it always being – like fresh spring water, she'd heard it described. Soothing. It did not feeling very soothing right about now.

She turned sharply on her heel, a forced smile tugging at her lips on reflex, every muscle in her body tensed – she probably looked like a wet cat right about now, soaked with rain, but that was the last thing on her mind.

"Do you mind explaining what, exactly, you did?" Not what you're doing, she notes – what she did. He was mad. Oh, she was really in for a scolding now. She twiddled her thumbs, laughing weakly, though it quickly dies out at the awkward, tense silence.

"Well, you see – it's rather complicated! I can– I can explain." Her attempts to diffuse are met with a raised brow and the sharp tap of his cane. Every single thought is plagued with the urge to run, but the unsteady breathes of the 'imposter' keep her rooted in place. "Well?"

She was sweating bullets, her nails digging into her palm as she scrambled for any excuse that could warrant her not getting hauled off and scolded thoroughly at best – she was coming up empty. How was she supposed to prove that the 'imposter' was very much not what the 'Creator' said they were? Their unconscious body was doing no one any favors, certainly.

"The Creator is lying," She blurts out, immediately regretting her impulsiveness when she feels the sudden weight of his stare – the piercing hues of his eyes that remind her just who is the strongest between them. It is not her, she knows. It never has been. "You can see for yourself! Don't you trust me, Neuvillette–?"

Her voice is cut off by the sharp click of his cane as he strides across the room in only a few steps, his height making her feel like a child about to scolded. She hated it, but she grit her teeth through the exchange. She reminded herself that this was for the sake of the 'imposter' and any affront to her ego was..tolerable.

To her credit, too, she didn't immediately lash out when she saw him poke at their body with his cane, turning them onto their back – she wanted too, though. She considered it, but the thought was quickly shot down when his stare turned back upon her, and she felt frozen in place again, her tongue a heavy weight in her mouth.

Yet she couldn't shake the sudden tenseness to his shoulders, his brows furrowed and a distant look to his eyes. It was..haunting, in a way.

She knows it well, she realizes. The realization and acceptance, the crumbling of every solid foundation you've ever known – leaving you to flounder in the waves, alone and afraid.

The gentleness in which he picks up the limp body surprises her though, his cane set aside. The rain howls like a horrid storm outside, but she cannot focus on anything but the furrow of their brows, the soft noise that escapes their lips.

"I trust that you know that this must stay between us," His voice is soft, like the gentle lap of waves against the shore, as he sets their body down against the bed, his hand lingering against their cheek with something almost like reverence – and if her eyes do not deceive her, affection. "Lady Furina."

She does not hesitate to agree.

"Well– well of course!" She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest and frowning at the feeling of her wet clothes clinging to her skin, a heavy weight that feels like it's dragging her down. "Just what do you take me for?"

He doesn't deign to respond.

It only makes her fume more.

Not that he seems to notice, unbuttoning his heavy outerwear and tossing it on the bed, rolling up his sleeves and focusing on the injured– er..yeah, she really needed a new name for them. Calling them imposter felt wrong.

"So long as you understand, then we will have no problems." She huffs again, pouting and puffing up her cheeks, sitting down on the other end of the bed with only an occasional glance towards him as he worked at peeling away the ragged clothes and examining the injuries marring their skin.

She suddenly felt out of place.

..What was she supposed to be doing?

As if noticing her sudden quietness, Neuvillette sighed, his back turned to her though his attention very much falling upon her. She really hated the feeling like she was being dissected whenever he looked at her. It was unnerving. She doesn't know how anyone else handles it..

"If you are so eager to do something, Lady Furina, then please have something brought up for when our..guest awakens. They will need to recover their strength."

Finally! Something she can do. She perks up, her heels clicking on the floorboards as she darts out like a bullet, unable to stay still for so much as a moment.

Neuvillette, for his part..

Feels an odd sense of serenity as he stares upon the troubled features of the..guest. A peace that lessens the burdens upon his shoulders, the weight of a nation upon his back.

He cannot hear the rain, anymore.

..It must have stopped.

[nebelihood]

lmao I wanted to draw something about metal family but even though I like it so much. I'm completely dry with ideas right now (I think I have a block:( but I was like hey let's swap Diana and Dee and then I did. Diana had piercings and was much serious. but then I was like "hey let's add Lif and swap her too!" but then I was like "wait- Diana should be more like Lif and Lif like Diana" and I changed it but then I was like "wait what is the swap and how are the dynamics?" CAUSE THE INITIAL IDEA WAS TO SWAP DEE AND DIANA SO THEREFORE DEE WOULD BE INTERESTED IN DIANA (OPPOSITE to canon where Diana seems to be interested in Dee) BUT IF I ADD LIF AND SHE'S CLOSER TO WHO DEE IS- THEN IT SHOULD STAY THE SAME AND DEE SHOULD BE INTERESTED IN LIF. ANYWAYS, I got confused with swaping them and ikd what's going on but Dee looked cute looking at Diana so I didn't feel like changing it.

PROOF of my initual swap

[lazycranberrydoodles]

sketches of @ataraxixx’s fic recursion! it’s a swap au of morro and mr. e, plus rewriting of nya’s water ninja arc. i highly recommend it, it dissolved my art block ^^

[legobenkenobi]

i have so many thoughts about an Ahsoka and Obi-Wan age swap, but a some of the key aspects of their story stay the same.

Anakin being Obi-Wan’s master, but Obi-Wan is still the one to confront him on Mustafar. him getting knighted in every timeline based on killing a Sith but this time instead of killing the Sith that killed his master, the Sith would be his Master- Anakin after he fell.

Obi-Wan spearheading the rebellion.

Ahsoka being on the council and STILL getting arrested for something she didn’t do. her leaving the Order because people who she’s known her whole life and worked with turned their back on her even though she was one of them

her escaping Order 66 and thinking Obi-Wan- her grandpadawan with the snarky remarks and the terrible mood and a bright future- was dead and then finding out he’s not dead but it’s maybe worse what he went through. at the hands of her padawan

AT THE HANDS OF ANAKIN. WHO SHE ALWAYS THOUGHT WAS THE ONE GOOD THING THAT CAME OUT OF HER JOINING THE JEDI.

and the possibilities for codywan in this au…

Cody being a young clone who’s first mission is when Order 66 comes through, but his chip died when he got the head injury that gave him his scar which means he’s the only one that doesn’t turn on Obi-Wan.

neither of them know what happened except that they’ve lost their families and can’t trust anyone but each other.

Rex being Cody’s older brother. picked him up off the ground when he got the head wound and followed him through to recovery… and then to find out Cody’s with Obi-Wan, Cody saved Obi-Wan…

[zu-is-here]

Memories

Ink by comyet

Dream by jokublog

Underswap!Sans from underswapped by p0pcornpr1nce || Blueberror by loverofpiggies

[keuwibloom]

A small fix-it continuation to this post

As soulless as he may be, sometimes the Protector of AUs needs protecting (and comfort) too

[j-liz]

Drawing this while listening to the Forrest Gump original soundtrack extended this by about seven panels.

It’s gender-swap because I felt like it. I’ll stop the day the concept stops being fun, fight me.

More Eden squad comics coming soon! (Bill is now incorporated in them because all of you and your good ideas)