#Five facts au

[musewrangler]

How about a Dracula au for the Skywalker family (plus Han and our favorite imperials)

I’ve been doing Dracula daily and am in the mood for vampires

Ok this is a fun one! You're full of the good ideas for this. :D Thank you!

Luke thinks something really creepy is happening with this Count Palpatine, but he can't quite put his finger on it. He's good with making the best of things after all, and frankly his Tatooine based firm sending him off planet to do this audit was a dream come true. This part of the planet was nice and cool and he thought it was pretty in its own way if a bit creepy. Besides, he has lots of time to write messages to his fiance, Mara.

Mara feels like Luke's messages are getting increasingly weirder, even for a farmboy. She shows his messages to Leia, Colonel Veers, Dr. Han Solo, and Captain Piett, as well as the twins' estranged father, Professor Anakin Skywalker. Anakin is suspicious from the get go, having had many vampiric encounters around the galaxy.

Mara travels to Naboo when a message reaches her that Luke is very ill. Around the same time, back on Alderaan, mysterious things start happening and Anakin travels from Coruscant to meet them when he hears of this and informs them that they are dealing with a very powerful vampire who is creating more vampires on Alderaan. They form a small band and begin to make a name for themselves as they hunt and kill vampires. But they can't seem to catch the main one.

Mara and Luke return from Naboo with Luke much improved and happy to announce that Mara is his wife. Mara shares what she learned from Luke and the medics about Count Palpatine. This confirms Anakin's suspicions about the identity of the powerful vampire. Piett---being very skilled with weaponry--- sources silver imbued knives. Mara produces her own from the sheath on her leg---Anakin sees the glint in her eye that doesn't bode well for Palpatine.

Mara begs Luke to kill her if she is to be cursed to be a vampire after her death. Luke is fiercely determined this won't happen and it is he who decapitates Count Palpatine as Dr. Solo stabs him through the heart with one of the wooden stakes Veers had carved for them all. Due to the success of this unlikely team in killing Palpatine, they decided to go into the Vampire hunting business around the galaxy, and so the SSD Executor, captained by Piett, strikes fear in the dead hearts of vampires when she appears in a system.

[pempempemto]

no lore progress today, but have color thing :]

[zecoritheweirdone]

wanna preface this by saying that i am. So normal. anyway i just spent the last week redrawing scenes from mystery skulls animated but as that hermitcraft au i posted about a couple times. you guys should watch msa it is. so so good.

[account-name]

he's having a not good time, as usual

[mewguca]

gmorning i have class

[kettlefire]

Time forgets most (DPxDC)

I've been getting too many brain worms that I need to clear out the cramp space that is my idea vault. In doing so, I'm just posting off-handed, random things I've typed up at work. (Partly so my drafts don't just end up like my vault). Without further ado, a much too too long post

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The movement of time is a much too complex thing for many to understand. The knowledge that time was not perfectly linear. The past did not simply stay in the past. The future is not simply something to look forward to. The present is not simply a fleeting moment.

Time is a complex web. Every point in time, connected to another point in time. A never-ending mess of webs and connections. Things that are to be. Things that can be. Things that are being. Things that will never see the light of day in this universe.

Despite what some may want to believe, Time has no master. Time does not yield to any singular being. That did not mean that Time didn't need a helping hand. A guiding hand to help keep the chaos of time to something just a little more... fluid.

The being came to exist well before the universe had. The being was festered, taught, and nurtured in a small pocket dimension. A small space just like an incubator.

Until the world blossomed around it. Life started to grow. Time kept moving. Living organisms found untimely deaths. Evolved, learned, and grew into the new space around it.

When the first little creature crawled out of the water, Time's keeper was let free. A bumbling little thing, breaming with life and curiosity.

Just like everything else in the world, this keeper wasn't safe from time. It still moved. Brought forth problems and adventures.

As time continued to tick. Moving in every direction, the keeper continued to age. Unlike the rest of the universe, the keeper didn't age the same as others.

Some days, he was nothing but a small boy, frolicking in a field of flowers and bees. Other days, he was a strong middle-aged man. Pulling the strings in just the right way, pushing for a timeline that felt right.

On days that have been happening much more often. He was but a crippled old man, hunched over his staff, and dropping much needed wisdom on the young lives around him.

Being the keeper of time wasn't an easy feat. Being completely out of time, experiencing things in broken order. There was only a clear start, and a jumble of things that followed.

The keeper was content with his life. Watching over the world as it grew and blossomed. He was content with his special kind of solitude.

That was until he saw the boy. In the webs of moments, the keeper's gaze had found him. A boy much too young, suddenly with powers much too great thrusted upon him.

The keeper watched the scenes play out. The tears, laughter, humiliation, triumph, and pain. He watched as the boy's family was ripped from him. Watched the twisted attempt at fixing his life, only for it to go horribly wrong.

He watched the bloodshed and chaos that erupted. The lives ripped apart and destroyed. Not a single sign of life left behind.

Then he watched as the boy, no, not a boy anymore. The keeper watched as the monster tore through the fabric of time. Ripped its way through the thin veils that divided the universes.

Universes that had never known the boy's existence were torn to shreds to. A flight driven with pain and anger.

Despite the keeper having seen the boy turn into such a monster. He could see it in the beast's eyes. The deep-seated need for a family, a life. To be loved.

Something about the boy's life, his story, spoke to the keeper. He found himself reaching out into the web of lives and moments. Finding the moment when things went the most wrong for the boy.

Just like that, the keeper had inserted himself into a life. He pulled the boy out of the cruel stream of time. Filled the boy with the knowledge he needed. Let the boy see just what could happen if he let it.

The keeper of time was soon a simple mentor. A simple deity looking out for the world. Taking on the mantel of Clockwork and finding a new purpose for his life.

A young boy's life has been flipped upside down two times now. And there were certainly more to come. This time, the boy wasn't alone. He had a guiding hand, and a communtiy behind him.

The keeper, no, Clockwork watched with a strange pride and happiness he hadn't felt in a long time. The boy was quickly surrounded by a family that helped him navigate his new powers.

Clockwork, alongside many of the other ghostly beings, watched on with pride as the young boy grew into a strong young man. Mastering powers, taking a stand, and making their home safe.

Despite the best efforts, time always beings problems.

It was one thing for Clockwork. He was the keeper of time. His life has reason to exist as long as time exists. Which will always be. His purpose was infinite.

But this boy... Danny wasn't like Clockwork. He was still partially human and terrified of losing his humanity. Danny's story had to come to an end, it's how time works.

Except, Danny wasn't in the timeline anymore. Clockwork had ensured that, pulled Danny into a separate timeline. An unaccounted for timeline.

He couldn't live here forever, not the way that Clockwork could. Danny needs a life, a family, a place, a purpose. He was still human.

It took more effort than Clockwork would have liked. He had to cash in favors from other deities that he hadn't spoken to in centuries.

It took a combined effort of everyone who cared for the little halfa. The strange boy that teeter on the line between life and death. The boy who had freed the Zone from a tyrant. Who wanted nothing more than for everyone to live a happy and filled life/afterlife.

Getting the magic and spells right was the hard part. But finding the location was easy. A beautiful planet just on the edge of the Milky Way. Unlikely to be disturbed or hurt.

The planet was undiscovered, primative even. Far enough from humans that Clockwork was certain Danny wouldn't be bothered. Only one species lived on that planet. Along the jungle like fauna, and in the water.

Cute little guys, barely bigger than two feet long and one foot tall. There was no name, no knowledge about them. Aside from Clockwork analyzing their way of life.

A simple cycle. They were born, they aged, they played, fed, mated, and then died. A simple but content life.

The aliens weren't unsettling. At least not to anyone who has seen more creatures than what Earth has to offer. It is a strange combination between frog, fish, and squid.

Scurrying around on two legs and four tentacles. A small frog-like face with eyes that seemed to take up half that space. Colors vary from blues to greens to the same sandy brown found at the bottom of the lakes.

Before long, the planet had its own protector. A young boy who once was lost and alone seemed to meld perfectly with these aliens.

Clockwork was always sure of himself. He never let anyone see otherwise. Except, Clockwork hadn't been sure. Not when he had performed the ritual.

As he molded and changed Danny's DNA until the man was a new being entirely. To anyone who didn't know the full story, the boy could easily look related to the aliens.

Gills now painted the sides of his neck, not necessary, but Clockwork felt like it had been. Webbed hands and feet to make transversing the underwater caves even easier. An ethereal, almost siren-like touch to Danny.

It worked out perfectly. Danny settled in easily. Building a routine and bound with the aliens. It hadn't been hard for the little creature to take a liking to him.

Before long, it was routine. Danny would spend most of his time on the planet, watching over his new wards. On some days, he'd portal back to the zone. Spend time with the ghosts and deities that saved his life. To check in on the new govermental system that had been put in place.

It was perfect. Simple and nice. Everyone got complacent. The longer time went on without a hiccup or a problem. The longer Danny was able to rest in his odd solitude. The more people got comfortable.

The more they forgot that time was as cruel as it was forgiving.

It had been just another day cycle. Danny was playing with the most recent litter birth. The first time he had seen the birth, he was more disgusted than anything else.

After the third time, Danny had started getting excited. He looked forward to it. Loved seeing the aliens flourish and grow. Watching them thrive and find more fun in the things Danny creates. Every new fun game or obstacle was always made with the things natural to the planet. Or debris that was caught in its gravitational pull.

Danny was playing with Plop. The little guy got his name, and he always plopped out of the water. Unlike the other aliens, this one didn't crawl out. No, he'd pull himself out of the water with his tentacles, only to plop down on the ground.

Of course, Plop had also been the first alien to approach Danny when he arrived. It's how they formed such a strong bond.

Everything had seemed perfectly fine. The day was rolling along just like it always did. That was until a small group of the more elder aliens suddenly came scurrying into their main cave.

They hadn't waited a second before diving into the water. Danny watched, confused and concerned, as each one of them grabbed one of the young. Before shooting straight into the underwater cave system.

The once bustling and living cave was suddenly eerily quiet and void of any aliens. Leaving behind only the confused Danny in the pool.

At least that's what a certain Green Lantern saw when he followed the trail of retreating aliens.

This planet had been categorized to have no signs of intelligent life. It seemed to have the option to nurture life, but there had been no signs.

When Hal Jordan got word of a seeming spike of activity from the supposedly empty planet, he had added it to his rooster.

A quick peek, just a look into what kind of life might be starting to grow there. The little aliens he had seen were adorable, sure. But they didn't seem all that evolved. Still in their evolutionary journey.

That was until Hal saw him.

Now, Hal was no stranger to running into ethereal beauty. It's what happens when someone interacts with aliens on a basic daily. That was something he was used to.

Except, all his breath seemed to be knocked out of him completely. The cave alone was stunning, a stark contrast from the almost barren surface he had first seen.

A deep, shimmering blue pool that vanished into the rocky space around it. Trees, bushes, and flowers decorate the area. It looked almost too good to be true. Like an oasis in the middle of a desert.

Then there was the being that caught all of Hal's attention. Bright blue eyes that looked like gems, pale blue-tinged skin. Long black and white hair seemed to look almost like the night sky. A deep abyss littered with stars.

The closest thing that Hal's brain supplied was a siren. A beautiful, ethereal creature that lured men to their deaths. As beautiful as it seemed, Hal knew there could easily be danger.

Except, the creature didn't attack or threaten him.

Instead, he seemed almost shy. Mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, sharp deadly teeth flashing in the light with each motion.

Hal had just opened his mouth, taken a hesitant step forward. He wanted to know, and he needed to know how this happened. There wasn't supposed to be an intelligent, sophisticated life on this planet.

The moment Hal's lips parted, the creature let out a trill. A sound that seemed more scared than aggressive. Before suddenly, the beautiful creature vanished into the pool.

Hal moved before he could think, rushing to the edge of the pool. He peered into the crystal clear water, just in time to take the webbed feet of the creature vanish into a tunnel.

Now that left Hal with two options. He could either report this and wait for backup...

Or...

Or...

He could jump inside. The ring would protect him, and his lungs would be fine. Perks of being a Green Lantern.

That option seemed much more tempting to Hal. Nothing about this scream an outright threat. He felt more like a strange imposing on someone's home. A home that was meant for safety and protection of the young.

Yet, the shimmering water seemed to be calling to Hal. Something in him was trying to push him to get inside. To find the beautiful creature and learn more. Learn how this happened.

Without realizing it, Hal Jordan sealed his fate the moment he dipped a finger into the cool pool. Rippling the steady surface just slightly.

Just enough to get him wrapped up in the strange web created by time and its keeper.

[pixlokita]

Part 29 ✨ 🍅

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colors brought to you once again thanks to @cloudwhisper23 🎨 🖌️ bless you fren 💕

[snailfen]

throwback to an old rot!moon au i made where pebbles stays healthy. in this au arti doesnt lose her pups, however they become very sick so she brings them to pebbles. he offers to cure them in exchange for artis abilities to fight the rot and keep it off of the precipice (and slow moons rotting, if possible)

because this is dangerous, obviously this means pup-sitting for pebbles.

rest of my plans can be observed under the cut below

[s1llydr3amscape]

What if you went exploring and met a rabbit on your travels?

Thanks for the request, @violetrose29 !!! I didn't find much references for spray painting so I watched a vid about it and took a pic of myself for the pose. It looks a bit awkward because I rarely draw at this angle. So I was like yeah I should challenge myself so my pieces don't look so stiff!!!!

Also by the time I was coloring it I realised that this kinda looked sus 😭😭😭 but omfg that wasn't my intention 💀💀💀 I got lowkey bummed and didn't draw any graffiti like I wanted to so I just added the actual vanny graffiti.

I tried covering the butt with my watermark but it made it look worse omfg 💀

[papanowo]

tup was a shiny on umbara

[musewrangler]

Piett as a Jedi for the AU ask game? (Bonus points if Scraps is somehow involved)

Oh my friend. What a delightful one. :D K, here it goes:

His power was feared on Axxila. As a result he was taught to repress any 'weirdness' as his father called it, from a young age. It made him prone to terrible headaches and he was often ill, though he realized many years later, that his illnesses were more due to a small body that was trying to contain so much power.

The day that his powers unleashed in public was forever etched into his memory. He had been chased by the local bullies and cornered, where they proceeded to their usual beating, when he just couldn't stop the fire building within him. They were injured and a great deal of damage was done to surrounding buildings. He was sold to pay the debts this incurred, and given that he had demonstrated powers, he went for a great price. There were two years of misery as the slavers tried to force him to do things he didn't know how to do with the Force, and perform for crowds, so he was beaten frequently. Until one day.

Plo Koon had heard rumors of the child with special powers while travelling through the Celanon Spur. Being the soft heart that he was, he decided to follow those rumors up. Jedi children from this sector were rare, not least because they usually died at a young age in this very unforgiving part of the galaxy. And thus it was that he found a ten year old Firmus Piett, caged and hopeless and promptly released him. He contacted the Axxilan fleet with exact information on the slavers' and their location and while he was a more peaceful soul, he took great pleasure in news of their annihilation as he helped to heal a much too small boy, both physically and spiritually.

So Firmus grew up in the Jedi Temple, though he left more than most to travel with his master, and thus he had a love of space ships from an early age. He was unique in that he accepted he was not the greatest warrior nor the most powerful Force user. He was remarkably good with the lightsaber and he was one of the best tactical minds in his padawan group. And that was good enough for him. Perhaps because of this, he was not given command of an active duty division in the Clone Wars. Instead, he was stationed on Coruscant in a sort of general way to look out for the Senators. Kenobi had a 'feeling' about this and while Firmus was a little disappointed not to be in the stars, he felt useful.

He found friends in Senators Organa and Amidala, and he enjoyed their conversations outside of the Senate. They recognized his keen tactical mind in turn, and these meetings were good to both solidify friendship and lay foundations for what many would refer to as the 'Rebellion'. Marshall Commander Fox, nearing a breaking point, and silently bearing far too much on his armored shoulders, found himself back to back with Jedi General Piett during a Senate attack. Firmus sensed the great strain the man was under and in the course of having their injuries tended in the Senate medbay, he learned a great deal. So when Fox declared that he had no Jedi to appeal to, Piett allowed his mouth to curl and his eyebrow to raise. "You do now," he said.

[mushroominaforest]

Fun fact- my most popular post is actually a re-draw of this art I never posted!

I think I improved a fair bit, glad I never posted the old one lol

[kiwiana-writes]

An AU in which Henry and Alex are exes, also Alex is a rockstar who puts a lot of himself into his songwriting. And there’s a happy ending

...every time I play a game like this you come in with something that desperately wants to be a gamefail. I see you.

ONE: The breakup isn't anybody's fault, and that makes it so much worse. If Henry could blame Alex—if Alex had cheated, if he'd let fame get to his head, if he'd started holding the money he was earning over Henry—it would be a lot easier to move on. The pressure of trying to maintain privacy just got to be too much.

TWO: They don't text. They don't call. Clean break. Sometimes, when it's late and Henry's drunk, he pulls up their text thread and just reads through it. Once or twice he could swear he sees the typing indicator flash up for a moment, but it's always gone before he can figure out if it's just his imagination.

THREE: The first time Henry hears Can't Seem To Shake You he's on his knees in a club bathroom, Alex's voice barely discernible through the walls and over the throbbing bass. He almost thinks he can tune it out, but the start of the chorus knocks him straight through the solar plexus, and he ends up leaving the stranger unsatisfied and pissed off, walking home to try to sober up and with the lyrics circling around in his head: But you tell me I'm good and you laugh when you come, and you kiss the taste of yourself off my tongue

FOUR: The obsession with the subject of Alex's latest album reaches a frenzy most commonly associated with Taylor Swift's discography. There are thinkpieces and Buzzfeed quizzes and deep-dive Twitter threads analysing Alex's body language with every semi-famous person he's ever been photographed with.

(Henry appears in exactly one, but it's enough for him to see a noticeable bump in book sales.)

FIVE: It's Pez who first messages Henry when Storm Your Castle is released on streaming. Henry listens to it fourteen times, crying on the floor of his bedroom, and then he picks up his phone, scrolls down to Alex's contact, and hits Call.

[Send me a potential AU and I’ll tell you five fun facts that would happen in a story.]

[beepborpdoodledorp]

lazy ass meme doodles

[a-strange-inkling]

Haunted bookshop AU for the thing <3 <3

this has awakened things in me! 📚 👻

• chrissy desperately needs an after school job to earn enough money to get away from her mother. she applies at all the small businesses along main street. she gets a few call backs, but none are as peculiar or intriguing as mayflower books, a small antique bookshop that does not bear any resemblance to its fresh, springy name.

• the bookshop is old, disorganized and completely stuffed full. dusty books stacked haphazardly in every nook and cranny, shelves bursting at the seams. with all the stacks, it’s like a labyrinth, there’s a few hidden rooms and reading corners. her mother would hate it. but there’s something warm and cozy about the place that chrissy can’t explain when she comes in to meet with the owner. something that makes her accept the job and take the afternoon shift from three to eight o clock.

• the owner is a sweet old man who’s so happy to have such a nice girl like chrissy to bring some new life into the place. he’s slowing down in years and would like to have his evenings off, but he couldn’t bare leaving the shop all on its own. he seems to really love his store. he talks about it like it’s a person rather than just a building. the arrangement is perfect all spring and summer long. chrissy greatly enjoys running the front desk, exploring the shop, and finding new books to read. it’s the perfect place for her to escape and hide from her life. she slowly starts to fall in love with it too. mr. munson’s right. there’s a warm presence that always makes her feel so happy and at home.

• however, thing change when autumn rolls around and the days get shorter. chrissy’s a little frightened of the dark. the hour before closing she starts to hear noises, books falling over, strange whispering sounds. it goes on for awhile until one night she’s so scared she begins to cry. one of the ghastly noises makes her duck under the desk. there’s someone in the shop with her. she knows it.

• and then there’s a gentle knock on top of the desk and she finds a boy standing there, well a young man. just a few years older than her maybe. and yes, he’s a little scary, with long wild hair and a big leather jacket, but when he smiles chrissy isn’t so frightened anymore and feels a little silly about it. he asks her why she’s so upset and she tells him about the noises and that she feels like she’s going crazy. she thinks the place might be haunted. he laughs, “oh yeah? do you believe in all that? ghosts?”

bonus:

• she whispers that she doesn’t know, a little flushed. but she likes the sound of his laugh, it reminds her a little of mr. munson’s. she asks the strange boy if she can help him find anything. he laughs again, telling her that he knows his way around. his uncle’s the owner and he used to help him run the store when he was a kid.

• chrissy is fascinated. mr. munson never mentioned a nephew before, but then, he is a private, quiet man. he doesn’t say much of anything. the boy tells her his name, eddie, and chrissy promptly replies “i’m chrissy.” he nods bashfully, like he already knew that. he tells her he’ll stay with her and help her close up, if she wants. he knows absolutely everything about the store, that it used to be called munson books, but mr. munson changed the name to mayflower books after his wife, may passed away. eddie excitedly shows her even more secret places and passageways that she didn’t even know existed. he digs around and finds her book titles that he thinks she might like to try too. it’s like he knows all her favorite authors and genres.

• chrissy begins to look forward to closing time now. eddie stops in every night so she won’t be scared or alone. he’ll help her tidy up and sort the shelves. she never hears the noises or whispers when he’s around, he makes her feel so safe. sometimes they just sit and read together, other times they’ll talk until chrissy’s voice is hoarse. to her amazement, she feels herself falling for him.

• it’s of course, quite a horrible shock when she discovers that mr. munson’s nephew was murdered several years ago.

[way2gosuperrstarr]

oh shit whats that!!!!! i throw this image at you at terminal velocity and immediately run away, getting hit by a car as i make my grand escape. then i die. the end

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