#Indoctrination AU

[hoppers-fox]

I REAAAAALLY want to continue my Indoctrination AU. Pray with me that the brain worms will cooperate with me tomorrow 🙏🙏

image of me upset that I can't stick to a project ^^

[z00lea]

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[vorchagirl]

I *knew* I'd written this HC up somewhere!!! I wish I'd written this fic now!

Sara Shepard & Kaidan Alenko - Indoctrination AU

Indoctrinated by TIM after the events of Mass Effect 2, Sara Shepard joins Cerberus and becomes one of it’s top operatives. Although initially she is in a relationship with Kai Leng, she still has feelings for Kaidan and pursues him at every chance; determined to win him to Cerberus’ cause and back to her side.

Kaidan, haunted by the woman he still loves and desperately trying to hide his feelings from his superiors, is in charge of the Alliance’s black ops team in charge of hunting Shepard and Cerberus down and stopping them. Torn between his head and his heart, he isn’t sure if he can make the tough choice to bring Shepard to justice.

Love runs a wicked course though, and when a jealous Kai Leng captures Kaidan, it’s up to Sara to risk it all to save his life, and in the process bring down The Illusive Man and change Cerberus forever.

(Art was commissioned from thanomluk)

[captainkirkk]

What if Ben told Peter "with great strength comes great responsibility" because he thought Peter was struggling with the sudden appearance of mutant powers and didn't want him to fall down the "Magneto is right" pipeline?

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 2: Indocktrination

(Part 1, Part 3)

[lyss-butterscotch]

Hiiiii @ressioo if you keep using my system failure AU to hurt my babies then I'll use your AU to hurt your babies ^-^

[sinfulpatata]

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merxian thinks this prey looks quite tasty! and very handsome as well

[phantom-0-writer]

*standing menacingly at the door* i made u something

anyways lol. i had a lot of school work and was really busy freaking out and stress studying for a singular test that was 4 questions and would be over in like an hour and then i proceeded to cry about it in my car for various reasons.

but yk what that means!

time for our irregular and unscheduled update of

Gotham Academy's Mentorship Program

this episode featuring a fan favorite: Duke Thomas (aka The Signal - but thats kind of irrelevant for this)

you were supposed to read that like it was from a '90s sitcom and the off screen crowd cheers rly loudly.

some house keeping updates: this scene happens in the beginning of the school year (going by the american system should be september) danny meets damian (and upsurges tim on the same day) around midterm which is around october and then the stuff with jason and damian's drawing happens around december. i kinda accidentally burned the irl timeline for anything dc first scene so now im just gonna do whatever i want.

anyways with out further ado:

table of contents

scene 04: after school activities for normal kids

Duke stood around the corner of the classroom awkwardly, wondering if he had made the right call. Sure the bats and the birds had a plethora of hands on deck any time, but most of them specialized as night time heros. Not to say that they were incompetent or anything, they were some of the most skilled and innovative people Duke had ever had the pleasure of meeting. Sure if anything happened, they could handle it, at least until Duke could slip away and show up as the Signal- Alfred and Bruce had assured him so much. But Duke couldn’t slip the guilt of busying away more of his time to after school activities when he could be patrolling or studying instead, 

But Duke had wanted to do something outside of those things, which was specifically why he had made the difficult decision to join a few clubs and after school activities. He could use a break from being surrounded by people who worked the vigilante life-style just to remember how to be a normal civilian. Let himself take a break from constantly be consumed by one case or another, one disaster or another, not being able to do enough no matter how much he tried or how much time he spent patrolling. 

Duke needed to feel grounded, like his feet were on the ground and he could press the brakes and smell the fragrance of life. Even if the fragrance was a forgotten pile of dog s-

“Alright,” The instructor for their culinary club started with a weird German accent that sounded really fake. “I am Herman. You can call me Chef or Chef Herman or just Chef. I will not bore you all with the boring introductions, and let's head right into the cooking, yes. On this paper here I made the partners for all of you to cook with for the rest of the year. If you have problem with it then quit.” 

This Herman guy seemed like quite the character, and was definitely not helping any of Duke’s previous anxieties. Many of Duke’s clubmates seem to think so too, sending their friends various looks. But no one spoke out, and instead shuffled to the front to look at the singular sheet of paper that would assign them their partners. Duke finally made it to the front and saw that he was paired with a Daniel Fenton at Station 7. 

Crossing his fingers that Daniel had at least only a half-rotten personality, Duke made his way over to station 7. The station was already prepped with an assortment of ingredients and cooking equipment. Duke had already set his stuff down claiming the seat closer to the exit (in case) when a lanky kid comes over, “Uh, your Duke Thomas?” He asks hesitantly looking back at the front counter the partner assignment sheet was. 

It took Duke an awkward second longer to realize that this kid was probably his partner. “Oh yeah I am.” He laughed apologetically, “You must be Daniel.” 

“Danny’s fine.” The boy smiled, absentmindedly brushing his messy black hair out of his face, his glacier blue looking at the equipment. Duke couldn’t help but feel like there was something off about Danny. Not in Gotham’s usual psycho-maniac-out-to-terrorizer-the-city-and-kill-innocent-people kind of off, more in a he’s not in sync with the rest of the world off. While Chef Herman explained the general structure of various types of kitchen and kitchen hierarchy that Duke was already familiar with, Duke tried to get a read on him. 

Weird did not mean threat, after all many of the Justice League- heck even the local Wayne/Batclan were pretty weird- and they (usually) didn’t mean any harm. It wouldn’t be fair of Duke to jump the horse like that. 

Deciding he should try to be friendly with him, Duke leaned over, “Is it just me or is Chef Herman’s accent totally fake?” he whispered. 

“Oh, Ancients,” Anciets? “I thought I was just going insane.” Danny sighed in relief with a small chuckle. There was a moment of silence between the two of them where no one said anything for longer than socially acceptable and Duke debated using his powers to see if he could find a clue or something. That seemed kinda invasive, though. 

When the Chef had started instructions on making today's recipe, Chocolate Chip Cookies, Danny helped Duke measure out the ingredients. “So,” Danny tried again, “What are you in for?” 

“What am I…” Duke repeated confused, 

Danny chuckled awkwardly, “Like why you joined the club.” 

Duke seriously needed to get his head in the present; this was getting embarrassing. “Oh.” He nodded in understanding, “I’ve always liked cooking,” Duke shrugged, “When I was little my parents and I would always cook together, and it was always one of my favorite things to do. And I’ve kinda always liked it, but I fell off of it for a while with school and stuff,” emphasis on the stuff “I thought joining a club could help me get back into it and get away from… everything.” That was a little more candid than Duke had planned on being with someone he had met quite literally a few minutes ago, but it felt good to have that out of his chest. The pleasant memories of his parents swimming in his mind. Mixing the dry ingredients, “Sorry that was kind of a lot.” Duke laughed genuinely this time. 

“Dude, no it’s actually so cool that you like to cook.” Danny said admiration was easy on his face, and Duke couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. 

“What about you, then?” 

“Ugh,” He groaned jokingly, “You can’t seriously be asking for my lame ass reason after you pulled out the flashbacks.” Danny whined, letting the oven preheat like Chef told them to. 

“C’mon, it’s only fair.” Duke played along, already ahead of the other groups. 

Danny sighed, “Promise you won’t laugh.” 

“Okay, it can’t be that bad.” Duke could already feel the smile cracking on his face. 

“It is.” Danny drawlled, “So I live in the dorms right, and I got to pull some strings and room with one of my friends from back home this year. And well, let’s just say my family has a bit of a reputation for causing problems, and the kitchen definitely wasn’t an exception. One time my dad tried to make some soup for my mom because she got sick.” Duke nodded approvingly, that was a sweet gesture, “It was all fun and games until the bomb squad had to show up and long story short we had to move.” 

“You’re joking.” Duke gaped at the bizarre story, but at Danny’s solemn expression, Duke couldn’t help but be appalled, “A bomb squad over soup.”

“My parents were never really heavy on lab safety,” Danny added, as if that explained everything, “But I burn one pot of water and maybe make a few extra-crispy eggs, and suddenly its all ‘Danny you’re not allowed in the kitchen unless you start taking actual classes’ and ‘Danny that's a biohazard’.” 

“You burned a pot of water.” Duke echoed, Danny nodded innocently, “Water doesn’t burn.”

“Well, maybe you’re just not trying hard enough.” Danny sneered, trying to crack an egg on the corner of the bowl only for all the shell to fall in the bowl and the yolk on the counter. 

“Somehow, I don’t think that’s true.” Duke said, taking the bowl from him and expertly cracking an egg single handedly. Danny looked on in awe. “You said you live in the dorms?” Duke asked easily. 

“Oh yeah, all of the non-local scholarship kids have to.” 

Before Duke could respond, a girl from the station in front of them whips her head around, “You said you’re here on a scholarship?” She asked almost oppressively. 

Danny just as taken aback as Duke felt, “Uh, yeah.” 

“Me, too. Have you heard anything about the Mentorship Program here? Apparently we all have to join.” The girl’s partner was looking between Duke and Danny confused, but returned to their cooking uninterested. 

“Oh, yeah. They make us all join.” Danny nodded. 

“I heard from some of the older kids, that no one actually gets picked for that. It’s just like a weird formality thing.” The girl spoke animatedly, “What department are you in?” 

“Applied physics and engineering design.” The oven beeps that it was ready but no one moved. 

The girl seemed to deflate that answer, “Oh, I’m doing culinary science.” And with that solid conclusionary statement, she turned around and got back to her work station. 

Danny blinked, processing what just happened and slowly turning to look at Duke for proof that just happened. But the second the both of them met each other’s eyes, they burst into a fit of silent laughter. 

Bent vunuralably over the table, trying to catch their breath, they were accosted by Chef Hermon. “The two of you are having a comedy club, not a cooking club.” Chef crossed his arms at the edge of the table. Duke was pretty sure he was trying to sold them, but the fake accent was making it hard to tell. 

Danny cleared his throat and striated up, “Sorry, Sir.” He apologized quickly. 

“Chef.” Hermon peered at them, his hat looking comically large and lopsided on his head now that Duke was getting a closer look. 

“Sorry, Chef.” Duke amended, trying to keep his cool. 

“Yes, finish cooking your cookies.” He nodded satisfied, leaving their station. 

“Okay so,” Duke tried to recount what the last thing they did was, but one look at Danny trying desperately to hold in his laugh had ruined all of Duke’s efforts as well. Barely managing to get their cookies in the oven, over Chef’s fake german accent and floppy oversized chef’s hat. 

“So scholarship for applied physics and engineering design, huh.” Duke recounted from earlier, impressed. 

“Yeah…” Danny trailed off embarrassed, “It sounds kinda snotty.” 

“Dude. That’s literally one of the hardest departments to get into, and the scholarship is no sneeze either. There’s no doubt you worked your butt off to get that.” Duke assured Danny as they sat in their stools waiting for the cookies to finish. 

“Thanks,” Danny smiled sheepishly. They sat in a much more comfortable silence now before Danny spoke again, “What grade are you in by the way?” 

“I’m in 10th. General studies for now, but I was thinking of doing medicine. You?” 

“I could totally see you as a hot-shot doctor.” Danny nodded approvingly, “11th. Technically, I’m your upperclassman then.” 

“Technically?” Duke asked.

“I mean, how old are you?” 

“15.” Duke supplied confused. 

“Me too. I skipped a grade in elementary school, so we’re actually the same age.” Danny explained, sheepishly. 

“Dude, you're actually way smart.” Duke gaped in awe. 

“Hey medicine isn’t a day walk either.” Danny nudged his arm playfully, “I’m glad the mentorship thing is just for show, though. Now that we’re upperclassmen, y’know. I would not want my hands full with some random rich kid.” 

Duke laughed, “Yeah, that definitely sounds like a lot of work.” 

Easily unfolding the conversation into various topics and interests Duke found that he didn’t mind that the cookies were burnt. Or that Danny was definitely weird. But in a good way. Duke was glad they met and would get to hang out and cook with their weird not-German Chef every week. And if Danny and Duke exchanged numbers and planned to hangout outside of club activities, then well who was going to stop them.

[thatonebluedog]

Some fanart I've drawn recently for Cleo Dragon's (dreamyfox25 on instagram) Third Life/Warriors AU "Loneliest Roads"

[dream-brutus]

Doodle for an AU I'm working on

Lmao get sculked loser

[someoneboredwrites]

Narinder had expected many things.

To return to power. To punish his traitor family for millennia before erasing their miserable souls. To despise the Lamb and their methods.

But to his surprise, the Lamb, infant god that they were, was a dutiful one. Honoring the lives of their followers, burying or composting them as requested, and bringing back from the dead those who the Lamb felt needed more time.

They even gave him alone decorations of bone for his new abode at his… request.

What Narinder was not expecting was the Lamb - Lambert they insisted he call them - return with another sheep.

This one was different, however. He was tall, taller than even Narinder, with such dark fur and wool that he looked almost to be made of shadow. Long horns curling towards and away from his face, the new arrival returning to the base of the (recently designated) New Faith sent the flock into a near frenzy if Narinder hadn’t bullied the Witnesses into aiding him in calming them down.

Lamber pulled the black sheep, Narinder, and the Witnesses into the temple, ordering the flock into compliance. They would expect a celebration.

They would expect a new holy day.

Narinder expected nothing good would come from Lambert informing them that the Mystic Seller demanded they rescue his heathen family from Limbo.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

do you ever think about Killer not just being like semi-immortal but completely immortal. Like how in a True Pacifist "The Soul" will not break no matter how much their hp hits zero they simply refuse death. Do you ever think that Killer could achieve the same thing. Killer does have 1hp still so I always imagine him with high def to make up for it but on the other hand every attack that lands does kill him but he's only dead for less then a second before continuing on none the wiser.

Also what do you think of Reaper x Killer an angel for an angel. Or something like Past Salphys for Killer cause to be honest I've been converted to a Salphys lover im afraid that and Codependent Kist.

No one ever talks about how canonically Dusttale is ruled by the player and Frisk is just an empty vessel what would Killer think of this if he found out and the additional fact that Dust would in canon work with the player of his universe if there was a bigger threat I always got the feeling Killer was uncomfortable with Dust because of Killer firm belief that Sans would never hurt Papyrus and then there's Dust would he choose to simply not think of Dust as Sans or would he have to endlessly question himself on whether or not Sans always wanted to kill Papyrus and Dust is just proof. Sorry for the long ramble but I just love Killer Sans and more people don't do much with his canon self.

~Musical Anon

I guess Reaper x Killer would be interesting, especially because how Killer clearly doesn’t fear death at all and yet he keeps evading death and coming back to life lmao. The elusive little bastard keeps slipping from Reaper’s hands and it’s not even because he wants to live or is scared to die.

I’m not really sure about past Salphys. She was one of the only ones besides Papyrus who managed to get through to Sans on the first run; if only for a brief moment. Could be interesting, especially since Killer doesn’t really seem to think much about her besides the resigned idea that she and everyone else is “inside his head,” (hallucinations) and can kill her and alternates of her no problem—although Stage 1 definitely wouldn’t be able to, although I doubt it’d be enough to trigger Killer into Stage 1 the way a Papyrus can.

And yeah I always thought Killer was unnerved and confused by how Dust can do all that and still see himself as Sans. Killer isn’t Sans, just someone with his face, is how Stage 2/Killer sees himself.

This belief, likely imposed and encouraged on him by Chara and possibly other in the Underground, makes it easier to cope with what he did and still does—to people he used to know and love. Easier to do your job when you aren’t the one they’re begging and pleading to—they just can’t see past the face, and their pointless emotions.

Another reason why i don’t think he’d be comfortable around a Dust that wears Papyrus’ scarf—the same way Chara used to do.

I doubt he’d make it obvious or even fully completely understand why it makes him uncomfortable—he’d probably find a way to rationalize and intellectualize away any emotions brought up by it. Probably say it’s weak to hold on to such useless emotions and keepsakes, which likely wouldn’t go over well with Dust.

Perhaps this is how, if you go with the idea that Dust/Murder insists on keeping his name as Sans, he gets the name Dust/Murder. Because Killer renames him, similar to the way he himself was renamed likely wayback in his AU. Cult like vibes of members encouraging the act of leaving behind your old life, identity and goals in favor of a new one that aligns with the cult and its agenda.

[z00lea]

hi bishops hii (i do think the kitty would be territorial

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[preggomancer]

Ive seen a bunch of very cute, fluffy art of cult of the lamb on here for some reason and I just played the game and its very funny to me how people get that out of a guy whose only established personality trait is being an evil cult leader

[miramelo]

Sea puppy au

Au where Luffy is taken to be raised in the marine headquarters after Sabo's death because Garp believes is no longer safe to have the rest of his grandkids together in one place

He learns early on about who his dad is and becomes lowkey angry and resentful because he didn't come for him(he does NOT want to be a marine but his grandpa told him he could help Ace that way) and also because PROPAGANDA✨🫡

I AM GOING INSANE!!! I NEED TO DRAW MORE!!!I can't help it

I like something and I have to create an au that's SO indulgent to me. I saw a lot of OP au stuff where people were making luffy a Spinel so I said BET.

Anygays, I like how I drew luffy in thisvvv