#Lost Ones Memories au

[howi99]

Lost Ones Memories chapter 2

Nora: *looking at the weird marks on her hands with a grin* You think i was chosen for an ancient prophecy to save the world?

Pyrrha: *shrug* Maybe, or maybe you drew them on yourself when we were doing homework. *Chuckle* You know how distracted you can be sometime.

Nora: *chuckle* True that!

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Jaune: What do you mean she was chosen for the holy grail war?! She's not even aware that magic exists, let alone what a grail war is!

Jeanne: *panicking* I-i don't know, ok!? She just woke up with the command seals on her right hand!

Jaune: *annoyed* Not only did the ritual fail this morning, but now Nora is the one who has taken my place? *Scratching his head* This doesn't make any sense!

Jeanne: *confused* Wait, the ritual failed? How?

Jaune: *sit down* Someone tempered with the flow of mana. That and the circle had some modifications which Viv- i mean Morgan is looking into right now.

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Adam: *looking at his own command seals* ... *Looking at Cinder* Was this supposed to happen?

Cinder: *trying to find an answer* No! I was supposed to get a servant, not you! It doesn't make sense!

Adam: *looking at his servant* Sooo.... How do you feel about racism and inequality?

Edmon Dante: *dramatically posing* The abyss clouding mankind's heart shall be cleansed by our hands. *Making his cloak float in the wind* We shall break the chains of oppression and drag the perpetrators to hell!

Adam: ... *Smile* I like you.

_ _ _

Penny: *smiling, Voyager on her shoulder* I made a friend! I made a friend!

Ironwood: ... *Sigh* Winter-

Winter: *reading through her family's grimoire* Sir, i'm trying to find an explanation as well, this doesn't make any sense at all!

_ _ _

Merlot: *working on a beowolf* Dear, could you pass me the screwdriver?

Abigail Williams: *extending a tentacle from the void, picking the screw driver up and giving it to the mad scientist*

Merlot: *pat her head* Thank you.

AW: *smile*

_ _ _

???: *sigh* Aw, there is still no Ruler... *Chuckle* Maybe i should derail more summoning? *Smile* This world is still full of mystery after all, it's even funnier than earth!

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

I cannot wait for this Stan to reconnect with his Ford.

I still haven't figured out HOW exactly they'll meet yet, but I do think that Ford would ATTACH himself to Stanley and talk his ears off forever when they eventually get comfortable :] and Stanley would listen because HOLY SHIT, THAT'S HIS BRO HE HASN'T SEEN FOR 40-ISH YEARS, HE MISSED HIS VOICE. Nonstop certified Yapper & Listener relationship <3

Stanley looks dead faced because of his ingrained poker face, but he's thouroughly enjoying it, even if sometimes he has no idea what the fuck Ford is saying. He never interrupts him though, since he knows people usually ignore or interrupt him mid-talk already. So sometimes Stan gets stuck in awkward situations where he has to leave or do stuff, but also doesn't have it in his heart to stop Ford and extract himself out of a (one-sided) conversation.

[lurkinginnernarrator]

au where SQQ does undergo the 'qi-deviation' and is 'changed' but in reality the twin of Shen Jiu, Shen Yuan made a comment one day about how all Shen Jiu did was bitch about his martial siblings. Never one to turn down a golden opportunity,

Shen Jiu: bet

And so the twins decided to switch lives!

The qi-deviation is just so they can explain away any differences of temperament and so sj can hightail away easier.

Shen Yuan: this is going to be so easy

(spoiler. it wasn't)

Between useless sect meetings that could've been not even an email but a text message, reading fifteen different preteens attempts to sneak in dick jokes into their poetry assignments, the head cook alerting him to the fact that they've somehow run out of rice??? They're the greatest cultivation sect??? How does that happen???

Anyway, two of his Hall masters eloping together and taking an extended honeymoon (he's happy for them, but. Who's going to teach those classes now??? Him. Apparently.), sect politics and his 'martial siblings' barely even attempting a farce of civility or courtesy AND his guqin strings needing to be replaced and restrung ?

Shen Yuan is sorry 🙏🙏please come back🙏🙏🙏

Cue the allotted period of switching ending and Shen Yuan dramatically throwing the fan on the ground as Shen Jiu rolls up and goes "thanks for the vacation didi"

[midoristeashop]

Mandatory Jamie fnaf moments + Jack doodle

(I saw the fnaf movie and it was very silly!!)

hey babes I realize that I haven’t posted in a hot minute but you can thank my cat I’ve been dissecting for three weeks + dumb sickness <3

I’m feeling better and space is clearing up so get ready for some funk

[starryredpandawrites]

Born From the Same Ink (Siblinks) Masterpost

Yanno, I've made enough content about Audrey and the Ink Demon being siblings that I decided it might be good to put everything in the same place. Might even call it something official like the "siblinks au" if that's not already taken lol

AO3 link: Read the full fanfic here

Bendy Bites: Also known as the random tidbits about the siblinks that I either can't figure out how to fit into the fic or am too impatient to wait to share. Also includes some fluffy headcanons I have for the siblinks that might not even be story related. Can also be found using the "Bendy Bites" tag.

Ink Demon carrying Audrey

Snack (a slightly different version of this is in the fic now)

Feral Audrey

Kitty (post-escape, Audrey and Bendy adopt a cat)

Sign language

Ghost in the apartment (Since writing this, I've had some new headcanons that changed Audrey's living situation but will keep those to myself unless/until they become relevant)

Unintended consequences

Hunting (how the Ink Demon deals with his bloodlust/kill drive in the real world)

Healing Kisses

Asks: I'm not putting every Bendy related ask here (even though I love them all), just ones that I ended up elaborating on and sharing possible story ideas in the process of answering them. You can see all of them by searching the tag, "answered ask" or "ask" on my blog.

Barrel scene (Bendy getting mad because he figured out Audrey hid from him in a barrel and he still couldn't find her)

Height differences and the resulting sibling shenanigans

Krampus Ink Demon

Slicer/Carly (thoughts on how Bendy would deal with her since I left her out of the fic)

Sammy's reaction Audrey and Bendy's bond

Sammy's and Bendy's reaction to Audrey changing the cycle with The Illusion of Living

What if Audrey was taken by the Keepers instead of Bendy? Also, Bendy's reaction to Malice taking Audrey from the manor

What if. . . Wilson succeeded and made Audrey into his "perfect creation"?

What would happen if Gent found Bendy and Audrey if the real world?

First Aid (Bendy's reaction to injuries in the real world vs the ink world)

Audrey smells like the Ink Demon

Audrey's "sisters" (elaborating on Joey's previous attempts to making Audrey)

Copycat ask (eheheh puns, ask based on the Kitty and Unintended consequences Bendy bites)

Can Audrey sense when Bendy's nearby? (based on events in chapter 16)

Miscellaneous:

Halloween with the siblinks

Sammy vent post (the man made me rewrite a whole chapter and section of my outline)

The Ink Demon wiping his tears with Audrey (I didn't write anything on this but thought it was funny)

Scene description: Audrey sketching with the Ink Demon

Fanart: (also known as the best section) I think I tagged everything under "batdr fanart" if you'd rather use that to peruse all the amazing art people have made of my fic. Huge thanks to @tiredtrashpandaart, @mulligansstuff, @magicicephoenix, and @akiraidraws for their wonderful, wonderful art!

Audrey and Bendy meeting and holding hands for the first time

The Ink Demon tapping his claws on Audrey's barrel/hiding place

The Ink Demon waving at Audrey after massacring lost ones in Artist's Rest

Bendy realizing Audrey hid in a barrel when he was trying to find her as the Ink Demon

Elevator scene

The Ink Demon reveals he's also Baby Benders to Audrey

Bendy clinging to Audrey's leg

The Ink Demon hugging Audrey

The Ink Demon hanging with/comforting Audrey plus offering her a tasty, tasty widow pod

Hotel pun

The Ink Demon listens for Audrey's heartbeat

The Ink Demon tackles Audrey

Audrey gets jumpscared and Bendy laughs at her

The Ink Demon saves Audrey from a Keeper

Fic highlights sketch page

Look at them!

Henry's sketches (fun fact, I was originally going to add a description of Henry drawing Boris to his sketching scene but cut it cuz I felt the scene was dragging on)

Sammy arguing with Audrey

Audrey sketching with the Ink Demon by Mulligan

Audrey sketching with the Ink Demon by Akirai (scroll down to see the art, it was added as a reblog)

Audrey tries to banish the Ink Demon

I'm not adding the sneak peeks or chapter announcements cuz all that can be enjoyed just by reading the fic itself (unless someone REALLY wants me to add them, in that case I guess I can add them on here later).

Lemme know if I missed anything or if any of the links are broken and, seriously, thank you so much for enjoying this story with me. It means the world that so many of you lovely people enjoy reading my work. Thanks for everything!!!! 🤍🖤🤍

Note to self: last edited on 11/17/24

[pokimoko]

To Walk Over Your Grave - A Gravity Falls Fic

Written by pokimoko

Chapters: 7/7

Final Word Count: ~60K

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Ford Pines & Stan Pines, Dipper Pines & Ford Pines & Mabel Pines & Stan Pines, Fiddleford H. McGucket & Ford Pines, Bill Cipher & Ford Pines

Characters: Ford Pines, Stan Pines, Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines, Fiddleford H. McGucket, Bill Cipher, Background & Cameo Characters

Summary:

This is not the world you think you know Though it starts in the same winter snow And ends in the same place as before: In a town of cryptids and folklore Where a man must set his mind aflame To bring an end to a god's cursed game That's the thing about branches of time However they diverge, they will rhyme But diverge they did, with one mistake One wrong number is all it can take To keep a man away from his twin And to change all of what might have been How cruel, how strange, that a change so small Could make so many dominoes fall But still, every choice must have its cost And in this world, he must pay with frost

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Cryogenics, Suspended Animation, Young Ford Pines, 80s Ford in 2012, Ford Pines Has Issues, Ford Pines Needs a Hug, POV Ford Pines, Ford Pines-centric, Psychological Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Ford Pines Has PTSD, Memory Loss, Amnesia, Repressed Memories, Horror Elements, Mystery, Angst, Angst and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canonical Character Death, (just…not quite in the canonical order of events), Haunting, Dreamscapes, Unreliable Narrator, Reconciliation, Memory Alteration, Grief/Mourning, Metafiction, Pre-Portal Incident Ford | Early 1980s Era Ford Pines, Implied Autistic Ford Pines, Alternate Universe - Ford Pines Never Went Through The Portal, and let's just say that changes a lot of things, Brotherly Love, Brotherly Angst, Wait if I'm haunting the narrative and you're haunting the narrative then who's driving?, TLDR: instead of portal adventures Ford gets frozen for 30 odd years and is still not having a good time, my boy is out here young dumb and broken

[tinkrtailrsldrspy]

Gravity Falls Fanfic Ideas That I Will Not Finish But Encourage You To

= Amnesia for Everyone!

(if you want, please steal these ideas, no credit needed - just send me a link once it's done cause I wanna read!)

Bill heaved out a weary sigh at the sight of blue fire surrounding them. His eye creased in a sad smile, watching as Ford stood from the plush red chair in the room he’d conjured. The man tried to keep his expression neutral, but the gentle, resigned smile he gave Bill told of his emotional state deteriorating as his mind was destroyed.

“Thought we’d have forever, Sixer,” Bill admitted softly, catching Ford’s hands in his and leaning their foreheads together. “That this was all just… you being contrary, I guess.”

“You really wanted me forever?” Ford chuckled bitterly as his grip on Bill’s hands tightened. “Thought that was just one of your lies.”

“I always wanted you to rule by my side,” Bill’s voice was small as his body began to glitch in-and-out of focus. “There’s never been anyone, in any universe, in any timeline, that could make me feel like you do, Sixer.”

“Please,” Ford hissed, his expression morphing into one of open grief as wetness gathered in his eyes. “No nicknames, not right now.”

“…Ford,” Bill whispered. His eye blinked open, when had he closed it, and he extended an extra hand to lift Ford’s chin up so their eyes could meet. “!Nruter yam I taht rewop eht ekovni I !nrub ot emoc sah emit ym ,L-T-O-L-O-X-A.”

“What does that even mean?” Ford laughed as tears finally broke past his barriers. “You and I are dying, and that’s the last thing you say to me?”

“No, that was just in case,” Bill admitted with a wry twist of his eye. “These are my last words: Stanford Filbrick Pines, you are the only being I have ever been capable of loving.”

Ford opened his mouth to respon-

-

Fiddleford had helped to restore most of Ford’s destroyed memories, but there was still a large gap in them. For instance, he remembered all the information he had gotten from traveling dimensions for three decades… but he couldn’t remember how he’d gotten that information, or even why he’d run through each dimension so quickly.

He remembered fighting to save the world alongside his brother and great niece and nephew. He didn’t remember what they’d been fighting against.

He remembered having a fallout with his best friend thirty years ago. He didn’t remember why or how it’d happened.

“It’s him,” Dipper had told Stan over the phone, bitterness still obvious even through the static over the line. “It’s Cipher. He doesn’t remember him, so he doesn’t remember anything associated with him.”

Stan hummed as he watched Ford enthusiastically explain to Soos each and every moth in his collection, with Soos comparing them with different iterations of Mothra through the years. He’d not actually expected the two to get along, but it settled something in his heart to see his pseudo-son getting on with his twin brother. And Ford hadn’t looked this happy and carefree in…

“Let’s hope it stays that way, kiddo,” Stan grumbled as he smiled. “He’s the brother I remember, not what that monster turned him into.”

A knock on the door interrupted the call, but Ford was quick to get up and pat his brother’s shoulder as he made to get it, knowing the weekly calls with the younger twins were something Stan looked forward to desperately. When Ford reached the door and pulled it open, there was a sudden rush of frozen air in his face that wrapped its tendrils around his warmed body. Then, looking down, he was able to see the reason for the late-night knock.

A young man, in maybe his twenties, stood before him, thin arms wrapped around his emaciated body, teeth chattering and body trembling in the cold. His hair was long, waist-length, blond roots with black tips, and might have been curly when clean. He had only a single working eye, midnight-blue, while a horribly fresh scar ran over the closed lid of the other. The injury stretched from the far left of his hairline, over his closed eye, nose, down his cheek, and disappeared down his neck into the thin sleeveless shirt he wore.

“My goodness,” Ford hurriedly ushered the young man into the house, shucking the coat he was still in the habit of wearing inside and wrapping it around him. A hitch in the man’s breath warned him of incoming emotions. “Are you alright? What in the world possessed you to be out in that weather?!”

The blond looked up at him, lips trembling as tears spilled from his singular eye. “I don’t know,” he whimpered. He shook for a moment before he threw skinny arms around Ford, burying his face in the older man’s chest, sobs wracking his body. “I don’t know!”

Hesitantly, Ford returned the embrace, rubbing the poor creature’s back. An inquisitive noise had him turning his head to give Stan an utterly baffled shrug.

[frobby]

one of my favorite senarios to imagine to put yukio in is sending him 10 years into the future (with the exwires usually) and everyone from their class are like chill adults including himself working their boring ass exorcist job and hes trying to assert dominance over them as the teacher™ but they're all like bro why so serious?

[howi99]

Lost Ones Memories chapter 1

"Even in death, their stories shall never fade.

For i am the anchor of their grief.

My body, their vessels.

My wrath, their judgement.

I am the remnant of what was, the savior who couldn't save anyone.

And thus, my mission is to remember.

To save the Lost One's Memories..."

_ _ _

Jeanne: *poking Nora's cheeks* Nooooraaaa~

Nora: *loudly snoring*

Jeanne: *frown* She's a real heavy sleeper...

Ren: That's because you don't use the right method.

Jeanne: *confused* The right- *sees Ren dumping a bucket of water on her head* - WOAH!

Nora: *waking up in a panic* R-REN, THE TENT IS LEAK- *sees the face of her best friend, smirking, with an empty bucket of water in his hands* O-oh, the alarm didn't wake me up, huh?

Ren: Jeanne's been trying to wake you up for the past 10 minutes. Lia's already at the cafeteria.

Nora: *looking at her leader* Why didn't you use the bucket?

Jeanne: *blink* I... I thought Lia was joking when she said to use that if the word "breakfast" didn't wake you up.

Pyrrha: *coming out of the washroom in uniform, almost slipping on the water* Uh... Why is there water everywhere?

Ren: *shrug* Emergency wake up bucket.

Nora: *getting out of bed, going straight for the shower* I won't be too long.

Jeanne: *throwing her a towel and her clothes* We'll grab you some pancakes, want anything else?

Nora: Eggs and bacon. Oh and don't forget to put maximum syrup on the pancakes! *Close the door*

Jeanne: *muffled* Aight, don't be late.

Pyrrha: *muffled* And don't forget to put your bed sheets in the dryer!

Nora: *undressing from her PJ, laughing* Don't worry moms! I'll do that the second i get out!

Pyrrha: *chuckle* Alright then!

J_PR: *leave their dorm*

Nora: *starting the shower* Gotta be quick for more food~ *goes to take her toothbrush but sees something on the back of her hand * Hm?

_ _ _

20 minutes later

Lia Ren: *eating with gusto*

Pyrrha: Weird, Nora is taking longer today.

Lie Ren: *shrug* She's probably singing in the shower.

Lia Ren: *gulping down the food* Ah~ *looking at Pyrrha* Or she's working on a prank on Ren for waking her up like that. *Grin, looking at her leader* So, surprised by the alarm?

Jeanne: *chuckle* Nah, I saw how my aunt used to wake Jaune up. *Looking at Ren* Speaking of, where's your team?

Ren: *smirk* Can't I want to be with my sisters once in a while?

Lia: *Poking him in the ribs* Hey now, that's not what you told me this morning~

Jeanne: ?

Ren: *sigh* Weiss and Ruby were having a... Discussion this morning.

Jeanne: *wince* And my brother?

Ren: Training with Professor Le Fey. Something about circuits and leyline?

Jeanne: *sweating* Oh uh that must be related to his semblance.

Ren: *perplexed* Is that so? Is it like you weird semblance too or-

Nora: *entering the cafeteria, going to sit next to Jeanne* Yo!

Jeanne: *smiling* Nora!

Nora: *looking at her leader* Say, Jeanne, did you draw on my hand when i was asleep?

Jeanne: *perplexed* Why would i?

Nora: *sigh* With that reaction, i guess not *show her right hand* I've got a weird symbol on my hand and i was wondering if one of you drew it, but i already know my siblings can't draw at all.

Lia: True that!

Ren: ... *Mumbling* I've been improving...

Jeanne: *looking at the Symbol without moving an inch*

Pyrrha: ... Jeanne?

Jeanne: *screaming internally*

Ren: Should... Should i go grab her brother?

Lia: Meh, she's a nervous wreck. Give her a minute or two.

[yuesya]

I’m glad there’s SOMEONE in the Gojo Clan in the Cursed Twin au that is horrified by what they did to Shiki, AKA Shiki and Satoru’s mom.

What happened to her in this AU, if I may ask?

Muneyoshi tries to delude himself he did the right thing and before finding about the situation in one of your shorts, he is proud because Satoru is an outstanding genius and thinks they all did the right thing, but how did his wife - who actually loved Shiki and was horrified by this filicide - act towards Satoru throughout the years? Does she learn of Shiki before Muneyoshi does? Does she help Satoru hide Shiki from her husband in the early years? Did she eventually give up and also quietly followed the Gojo’s actions in raising Satoru as the genius Six Eyes? She dead?

I know this AU isn’t exactly the AU for fluff and unicorns, but is there absolutely no ray of sunlight in the shithole that was the Gojo Clan?

Gojo Hina knew her role:

To be the model wife of Gojo Muneyoshi, and the perfect mother to their future children. As far as marriages went, Muneyoshi wasn't the worst man she could've married. Sachie's husband was a high-ranked clan member with a penchant for drinking, and she's seen the bruises that Midori's husband left on the unfortunate girl's body. Even helped Midori apply herbal ointments, and bandage the worst of the injuries.

In comparison, even though Muneyoshi came off as cold and was a quietly reserved man, he was always unfailingly polite and treated her respectfully. He made an effort to portion out time for them to share their meals together, no matter how busy his schedule became.

Hina didn't love him, but she thinks that she could learn to, someday.

Would they finally become a true, loving family? ... It was something that Hina had never dared to hope for, even as a young girl. Her father's position in the main family ensured that Hina and her sisters would be bargained away in arranged marriages that would be advantageous for him. Hina's own mother walked the halls with empty steps and soulless eyes, and the girl dearly feared that would turn out to be her own future, one day.

Otherwise she would... she would...!

...

Fortunately, fate smiled upon her; Muneyoshi was a good man, and Hina was... content.

The first year of their marriage was a series of careful overtures, discrete glances, and all the things that one might expect to see in romantic stories of courtship, except their rushed political marriage had skipped over entirely.

The second year, Hina became pregnant.

Who would the little one look like? she marveled, one hand coming to a gentle rest atop her stomach. Would their child have Muneyoshi's dark ebon hair, glossy like the wings of ravens? Or would they have the lighter shade of Hina's own?

Would they be a boy, or a girl? The Gojo Clan insisted on being traditional, so instead of getting proper checkups and scans at a hospital, women were forced to rely on the clan's healers and midwives instead. Who were skilled in their own rights, to be fair, except it also meant that there was no way of knowing an unborn child's gender for sure.

In a soft voice, Muneyoshi asks her if she would like to name their child. For a moment, Hina's voice catches in her throat.

"'Satoru,' for a boy," she says. The character for enlightenment, and understanding, because Hina dearly hopes for her child to be able to look past the outdated ways of the clan and become someone capable and intelligent in their own right. Able to think for themselves, instead of mindlessly swallowing the views and beliefs of others. "And... 'Shiki,' for a girl."

Yes. The character for awareness and realization, to be discerning.

"Those are lovely names," Muneyoshi's voice is gentle. The way he looks at her is feather-soft, and it makes her cheeks warm with a faint blush.

Then, he tells her about his own childhood. How his father had always, always passed over him in favor of his more talented brothers, how the only time the man had even looked at him was on their wedding day, when their marriage finally brought the man the advantage that he needed to curtail his rival, Takatomi.

"When our child is born," he says, quiet and determined, "It doesn't matter if they're a boy or a girl. It doesn't matter how many more children we have in the future. I... want to nurture them. I won't be like my father. I'll give them all the attention they deserve. The proper resources that they need to grow into strong, capable individuals. I won't let anything obstruct them, or pull them down."

Hina falls in love just a bit more with her husband, at that declaration.

Yes, she's sure of it. Their child will be loved.

"Hear that, little one?" Hina says to her bloated stomach with a smile. "Your father and I are looking forward to meeting you."

There's a responding light kick beneath the palm of her hand. Hina's heart melts with the surge of warmth that rises in her chest, accompanying her child's movement.

Part of her is scared and nervous, because what if she's not a good mother? She doesn't know how to be a mother! And Hina is sure that her own mother is not a role model to emulate for motherhood. Should she just try to do the opposite?

But Muneyoshi will be with her, and his heart is in the right place. Both of them are determined to do right by their child, and Hina will-

Hina will-

"Twins! The girl's having twins, someone call-"

"That's a bad omen, isn't it? The main family isn't going to be very happy that-"

"Blood, she's losing blood, hand me the-"

"Oh my god. The boy. Look at the boy's eyes!"

"That's-?! Report this to the elders! It's the Six Eyes! Finally, another child has been born with the Six Eyes, how many generations has it been since-"

"Don't start celebrating too early, we still don't know if-"

"Wait, what about the girl? The... twin..."

...

Twins are cursed. Better to give birth to a stillborn than a pair of twins, or so the saying went. Because twins come from one entity in the mother's womb, and so they steal from each other. Fight with each other. Twins are cursed, because neither will ever realize their full potential, because they're incomplete on their own.

Hina. Doesn't. Care!

Her children are promptly taken away from her, as soon as they are born. Hina is left struggling weakly on the bloodied bed, to no avail, and the following days are nerve-wracking.

Your son is born with the Six Eyes.

It is confirmed. Your son possesses Limitless! Six Eyes, and Limitless! At long last, the Honored One is returned-

Part of Hina lights up with fierce joy and pride, upon hearing the news. Her son has inherited the prized cursed technique and ocular curse of the Gojo Clan! The first in hundreds of years!

Another part of her remains trembling with fearful trepidation. What about my daughter? What about Shiki?

...

Shiki is dead.

Muneyoshi killed her.

“... Muneyoshi, what did you do?! You monster, you wretched excuse of a husband, give me back my dAuGHTER-!”

How could he?! Hadn't he been the one who'd said that he would protect and cherish his children? To nurture them? To ensure that nothing would... obstruct or... drag... them... down...

Ah.

Is this how it's going to be, then? Satoru was his son, but Shiki wasn't his daughter?

...

Hina walks through the halls of her own home, feeling like a stranger. Rooms that are full of sunlight are now cold and dim. Walking into the nursery room that she and Muneyoshi had prepared for their child feels like stepping into a grave.

Shiki doesn't have a grave. They didn't even have the decency to write her name down in the clan registry! Instead, they just swept her infant daughter's corpse under the rug because they wanted to deny that she ever even existed-

Hina can't-

Hina can't-

She can't live like this.

One night, with shaking hands, Hina forms a noose out of her bedsheets, and throws it over the rafters. Steps on the edge of her bed. Closes her eyes, raises her neck and-

-falls.

Hina tumbles roughly to the ground with a startled gasp, because the bed had moved. Why? How?! She's not drunk, and there's no way that inanimate furniture just moves-

-on its own-

... oh.

Hina stares. A formless cloud of darkness dives under her skewed bedframe before she's able to get a clear view of it, but Hina can... Hina can feel it. There's a connection, from her to this odd cursed spirit -and there's no doubt that it is a cursed spirit; Hina might not be a sorcerer, but she grew up in a sorcery clan. Speaking of, how in the world was there a cursed spirit in the Gojo Clan? To be fair, it had a weak presence and Hina barely sensed any resentment from it, but that still didn't explain...

Hina slowly lowers herself in a crouch, cautiously peering towards the cursed spirit from where it's hiding under the bed. It shrinks in on itself, hiding from her with a wail-

An infant's cry-

Intuition clicks, and the pieces fall together in her mind. Hina trembles. "... Shiki?"

Her daughter. That's her daughter, turned into a cursed spirit by unjust murder at the hands of her father, that's her daughter-

Tears stream down Hina's cheeks as she finally reaches for her child. There's a faint air of confusion that Hina can sense emanating from her, which makes her cry even harder.

But, there's no time to lose.

She doesn't know how Shiki has been able to go unnoticed all this time, but this definitely won't last. The Gojo Clan is a clan of sorcerers, and it won't be long before her lingering presence is discovered, and the last traces of Shiki are erased. And even if a miracle happened and no one found her -how long would it last, once Satoru started training to become a sorcerer? If one day Satoru came back and found a cursed spirit in his home, wouldn't he exorcise it without a second thought? He wouldn't even know that he'd be killing-

Wait.

Satoru.

Satoru.

... Hina knows what to do.

For the first time, Hina holds her child in her arms. Shiki is oddly docile -can she sense the same connection that Hina feels? The bond between a mother and her newborn child that somehow transcends even death? Hina croons softly to the formless mass of darkness, where the silhouette of something that vaguely resembles a fetus can be glimpsed in its center.

She picks up a knife, and brings Shiki to Satoru's nursery room.

... Satoru is asleep. Of course he is, it's the middle of the night. Shiki stirs curiously, hesitantly lifting a messy tendril to reach for her brother, and Hina feels her heart break all over again.

In another world, if we didn't belong to the Gojo Clan. Would the four of us have been... happy?

Hina shakes her head roughly. Now is not the time for any doubts -and so she steels her will.

... Hina is not a sorcerer. However, her family comes from a long line of powerful sorcerers -one of her ancestors had, in fact, been an honored sorcerer who'd possessed both Six Eyes and Limitless. The very same one who'd died fighting the Zenin clan head at the time, one who'd inherited his clan's Ten Shadows... which then led to the family's difficulties within the Gojo Clan for several generations afterwards.

Her family had nursed a grudge against the Zenins. Decided to investigate the Ten Shadows, not only in terms of the shikigami that could be summoned... but also the particulars of shikigami binding. Which, coincidentally, was also related to the binding of cursed spirits.

"Shhh, be good, Shiki," she whispers to her daughter. "Satoru's cursed energy will be enough to mask your presence. Shadows are fragile, and this won't hold forever, but for now... Protect each other. Go, and stay safe in your brother's shadow."

Ten Shadows allowed a sorcerer to call upon their shikigami with no need for any preparations. Other shikigami users needed to pay a price, in order to bind their familiars. As for what Hina was attempting...

Ritualistic sacrifice. It was only fitting. Now, in order to complete this binding, there was only one thing left to do.

Hina tips her head back and slashes her knife across her throat.

[totaleclipse573]

Thinking about how oc universe eclipse had photographic memory and it made his immense skill in holding grudges for the longest time ALL THE EASIER 😭😭

[marosii]

do you perhaps have more of your Amnesia Kurapika AU? (I’m really into it)

Ah thank you! Here are some random sketches I had that I fixed up a bit

[larry-koops]

The Stars AU and the Magic AU are probably my favorites from all the Koopaling AU's I have made.

Now I have actual lore for the AU!

Context of the AU: basically an AU where Bowser never adopted the other six Koopalings, so they never met as kids. They all met years later, one night they all saw a "shooting star" and followed it, they do not get along.

Other things happened but that's not important.

[starculler]

strap in for this week's fic flavor: the failsafe episode of season one of the young justice cartoon except the simulation just won't. fuckin. end.

(fics that inspired this at the end)

If I ever did sit down to make my own fic, I'd split it in 3 parts:

The Simulation: bits and pieces of the 40 years Dick lives after most everyone he knows has died

The Return: the immediate aftermath and healing from the trauma of having not-quite-actually lived a whole life only to wake up and find out it was all fake. nothing traumatizing about that whatsoever.

The Unintended Consequence: aka the twist I'd love to add and would hint to in the second part - finding out the simulation, through martian mind fuckery, pulled from the real world (and in many cases, from real minds). Dick meets a bunch of people he didn't think were real outside the confines of his simulated life. A bunch of rowdy, heroism-inclined teens across the years get to meet the sibling/friend/mentor figure they all dreamed up one night.

(actual idea snippets under the cut)

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Dick Grayson is 14 and most of the world's heroes have died. He planned a suicide mission that left him the sole survivor of a doomed team he helped found. The invasion may have been stopped, but is this really the price he wanted to pay?

The first face he sees in the infirmary is Roy's, and he has to close his eyes and just breathe for a few minutes because for one painful moment he'd thought it was Wally. But this isn't the world where his best friend miraculously survived alongside him. This is the one where he got his best friend killed and didn't even give him the courtesy of following behind him. Behind them.

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Dick Grayson is 27 and has lived longer without Bruce than with him. The invasion's anniversary is always a tough day for him, but that morning seems especially harrowing. He'll get shit for it later, but can't resist stepping out onto the balcony of the manor's master bedroom (Bruce's old bedroom) for a smoke -- his first since he'd promised to quit if Jason, just 15 then, did too.

"Bad habits tend to pile up," he'd said, a rueful quirk to his tired grin. He'd tapped the cigarette twice on the railing and added, lower, "and this one's especially nasty, huh."

He inhales, watches the sun creep across the horizon, and lets acrid smoke burn through his lungs for a long moment before blowing it out in a small cloud. His eyes water, but he doesn't cough. It tastes just as bad as it did the first time he smoked one, not even a year after the invasion and treading water as Robin proved insufficient.

There hadn't been enough heroes to go around then, and Dick had been trained by one of the best. It hadn't been fair, but it had been his plan that had ultimately stopped the invasion. His shoulders everyone's expectations fell on.

He takes another drag, then smudges the lit end against the rail he's leaned on when he hears a boot scuff purposefully against the roofing above him.

"Todd and Pennyworth will be upset with you."

He doesn't turn around. Damian doesn't jump down to join him.

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Dick Grayson is 54 and wakes up in a room full of ghosts. He hears his long-dead father-figure tell his long-dead team about a simulation they weren't meant to win. A training exercise gone wrong and only half a day spent under their mentors' careful, if slightly panicked, supervision.

He looks at his hands, watching the way his gloves crease when he flexes them in and out of tight fists. He looks at his team, their eyes a little haunted but shoulders slumped with relief even as they grumble. Batman's heavy, gloved hand settles on his shoulder and the weight of it is a nauseating mix of foreign-familiar.

He opens his mouth. Closes it.

Tears prick his eyes behind his domino mask, and he tells himself the suffocating, acidic void building in his chest is just some leftover side effect of the ordeal and not the grief-guilt of outliving yet another family (no matter that they hadn't been real in the end).

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Dick Grayson is 16-going-on-56 and well used to the coincidences piling up between his simulated life and the real thing. Some of it -- missions and villains he remembers cropping up -- he's marked for Bruce to review and sort as he pleases. Some -- security for the cave, team building anecdotes, and training regimens -- he's shared with the team. And some he keeps only for himself.

Tim is one of those. He knows it's not fair to the kid (so much smaller now than he ever was when Dick lived his simulated life), but he can't help being selfish just for this. Tim is the one kid he's sure he didn't make up, and if Dick's taken to babysitting the kid just to be near at least one member of the family he built for himself in the wake of the worst days of his life .... Well, anyone who says shit about it can happily stand in line to have their teeth kicked in.

Despite this, it still catches him off-guard when he sees a familiar face pop up in one of Bruce's reports.

Jason Todd, caught boosting tires off the batmobile, is nearly the same age now as he was when Dick met him. He stares at the words, but none of them really sink in beyond the kid's name and address. He's moving before he's even made the decision.

He's used to the world kicking him when he's down - lived it for 40 frustrating years. But he has Bruce again. And things with Tim have been so good. And he's always been selfish when it comes to family. If he could just see Jason. If he could just meet him. If he could talk to him.

If if if if if--

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Inspirations:

Circles in Shattered Mirrors by InfinityIllusion

Fine (But Not Okay) by CharlotteDaBookworm

Verisimilitude by mutemelody

[randomly--accessed--memories]

Sir Pentious has... complicated feelings about his relationship with Vox. He used to idolize him– Pen tended to idolize all overlords, but Vox in particular was one of his favorites due to the tech empire he built for himself and how he seemed amenable to partnerships. Hearing he'd died was... disappointing, but this is Hell after all and maybe Vox being gone would leave an opening for him to finally begin his career as an overlord (it did not).

When he got the call from the Vees, recruiting him for a secret mission to rescue Vox from the Radio Demon himself, Pen was astounded. Vox was alive? And he'd seen him at the hotel but had either not recognized him or been too focused on Alastor to register his presence? The Vees gave him a vague idea of the state Vox was in, but he was shocked once he finally met him (literally: Vox zapped Pentious by mistake while shaking his hand). He didn't know Vox any more than any of his former customers would, but it was still jarring to see a man who'd always presented to the public as so powerful and in control act in such a high-strung, disorganized way.

Pentious managed to keep his cool around Vox and not instantly give the game away. It was weird, living at the hotel, slowly figuring out the finer details of the situation that the Vees had left out. Pen found himself surprisingly grateful that Alastor never took him even remotely seriously as a rival if this is what he does to people who do get his attention. Vox now followed Alastor around like a lost puppy and just could not stop breaking things. Pentious found himself being called upon to attempt to fix technology outside of his area of expertise more and more frequently. Vox was always frantic to fix his mistakes (when he could remember that he made them), so the two of them worked together; Vox explained how the technology functioned and Pen did the physical work of repairing the item, as well as the mental work of trying to make sense of Vox's rather disjointed explanations.

They talked while they worked. In group settings, Vox found Pen entertaining– he was dramatic and bombastic and could hold Vox's attention fairly easily as a result. Despite the circumstances of the situation, Pentious couldn't help but receive a bit of an ego boost from such a formerly powerful overlord treating him like he was someone worth paying attention to. But when they were alone– working to repair whatever new household appliance Vox had fried that day– was when Pen found himself actually getting attached to Vox. He could see glimpses of the intelligent, diligent, ambitious man trapped beneath all the noise. Vox still had actual, meaningful things to say, they just tended to go unnoticed in the rush of constant speech. Vox would occasionally become incredibly frustrated, feeling as though no one around him took him seriously or wanted to listen to his input on things. Pentious could relate to that.

Pen would listen though. He'd adjust the dial and try to tune into what Vox was actually trying to communicate. This wasn’t some stupid Egg Boi, after all; it was one of the most influential people in the whole Pride Ring, even if that part of his life was clearly, permanently over. Pentious was surprised at how patient he was capable of being and how much of a difference it made. Other than Niffty, most of the hotel residents had learned to sort of tune out most of Vox's chatter (either intentionally or unintentionally) and only tune back in when he said or did something that was obviously important or completely un-ignorable. It was so gratifying for Vox to finally have someone who was paying full attention to everything he was saying, as well as making a concerted effort to understand which parts were an attempt at a point and which parts were just absentminded rambling.

Once Vox and Pen felt as though they (mostly) understood each other, they were able to make progress. Vox started getting a better hold on his electricity and Pentious learned which strategies for keeping Vox on-task worked best. Instead of constantly fixing stuff, they started building things together. It was surprising for Pen to realize that he no longer only cared about Vox as a former overlord, but as a friend. They had fun together, both with and without the other hotel residents.

On some level, Pentious knew that if Vox weren't in the mental state that he was, he never would've given Pen a second glance. That thought made him uncomfortable; he couldn't help but feel like he was taking advantage in some way. But on the other hand, Pentious recognized that he was helping Vox (and Niffty too, eventually). Where did that leave him, morally? He mostly tried to tune those thoughts out though and just enjoy the present moment. It became very easy for him to forget why he was at the hotel in the first place, especially as he grew closer with the other residents too.

Eventually, approximately four months into his stay, Pentious was on a call with the Vees, reporting back about whatever was going on that week. Val casually mentioned how he and Velvette were going to kill everyone in the hotel once they got Vox back; they all needed to be punished for their complicity in this situation, not just Alastor. Pentious was shocked, especially when Velvette confirmed that, yes, that had been the plan all along, obviously. Pen had grown deeply attached to his life at the hotel and his new village of friends; he couldn't let them all die for something that wasn't even their fault. It was a hard choice, but as soon as he got off the call, he went straight to Charlie and came clean about how he'd been sent by the Vees to spy on the hotel and get Vox back. He didn't tell her the truth about Vox's situation though. Pen was desperate to preserve what he had at the hotel and he knew that if he revealed why the Vees wanted Vox back, everything would come crashing down (and that Alastor would probably kill him in retaliation almost instantly). Charlie forgave Pen, of course, and he was free to continue with the life and friendships he'd come to treasure at the hotel. Pentious wasn't sure if that was the right thing to do, morally. But he did it anyway.

[sea-owl]

Hi could i request Edmund but if he lived and he and violet turn yandere for reincarnated Portia? But like I wanna see edmund be feral too. Like someone bothering Portia and he loses it more because his wife for some reason ain't there to be the one going feral.

Thank you

Oooo Yandere Edmund's turn to go feral.

Quick note this is for one of the isekai au variants where Edmund survived thanks to Portia accidentally sprouting some modern world wisdom on how dirty bee stingers are/cryptic allergie knowledge while she was extremely tired one time and past life memories started mixing with her thoughts. He and Violet are trying to seduce Portia together. I have no idea how it started in universe, someone just requested it one day and we went from there.

Edmund knew on an outside appearance he was calmer than his family. He had to be as head of the family he had to make sure they were safe so that means keeping his . . .urges more in check than his wife and kids. Which was fine with Edmund, Violet was feral enough for both of them.

It's too bad she isn't here right now to go feral for him.

The meeting started out simple enough. It was a meeting with all the heads of each family. Majority were the lords of the houses, yes, but a few ladies of the houses were there as well, mostly ladies whose heirs had not yet become of age. Two of these remarkable women being Lady Danbury and Lady Featherington.

Lady Danbury being the lioness of the ton was almost always sure to be there, but Edmund was never sure if Lady Featherington would show. It has been. . . three years since she last showed? Though he will not complain of her attendance. Honestly she was the best view he had at these meetings. The new lip stain on her was quite a fetching red. He wondered how the color would mix with Violet's.

Edmund was sadly pulled out of his very nice fantasy when a sneering lord decided he was going to stand too close in Portia's personal space. Clearly he was trying to use his standing position to intimidate the sitting lady.

Lord Morrison, one of the old lords who more often than not preferred the ways of a century before.

"Of all chits, you lot let in you let the bloody Catholic come to these meetings?" Lord Morrison snapped. He turned to face Portia fully, and his tone took on one of mocking. "A woman with no power and no chance to truly gain power. Your husband should have left you to rot in Ireland, choked by that rosary."

Portia stiffened. Edmund felt his fist clench. Of all times for his wife not to be around.

"Lord Morrison," Portia said, her voice taking on the accent of her birthplace. "May Mother Mary bless you just as she was blessed."

Lord Morrison's face turned red, his eyes wide, and overall his body read enraged. One hand reaching out towards Portia.

"Lord Morrison," Edmund shouted, his own hand reaching across the table to grab onto the older lord's arm.

Lord Morrison looked at him, hiding a wince from Edmund's tight grip. "Bridgerton."

"I need to speak with you outside."

Lord Morrison made a grunting noise but followed. "Anything to get out of this stench."

Reluctantly letting go, he rather lead him like the disobediant dog he is, Edmund began to make his way towards the door.

Once outside Edmund looked to his left, then his right. Good no one was coming. He made sure the door closed behind him, and the curtains are always drawn at these meetings.

"Alright Bridgerton what-"

Edmund swung. Again and again he would not give the older lord a chance to hit back.

"You seem to hage forgotten your warning, Lord Morrison," Edmund spat. "You do not insult or endanger what's mine, and that very well includes Portia and her family."

Another punch and Lord Morrison tumbles over the railing around the stoop and into the shadows that cover the yard.

Edmund pauses to take a few breathes. The old lord isn't making any noise, so he should be knocked out long enough to send him to Violet so she can have her turn.

"Lord Bridgerton."

Edmund turned, using the motion to hide his bloody knuckles in his pocket. "Come now, Portia, we've been friends for long enough. Call me Edmund."

Portia tested the name. "Edmund."

Edmund smiled.

"Where is Lord Morrison?"

Edmund frowned. Why bring up that grouchy lord? "He had left, thankfully."

Portia nodded. "Thank you for stopping him. I had forgotten the distate some have for catholics."

Edmund shook his head, "He should have never said those things. Choking on your rosary? Absurd."

Portia chuckeled. "Yes, well, while some do like it, I much rather preferred to be tied up with it while saying a different prayer." She sent him a wink.

Edmund's mind flashed to an image of Portia hands bound by the rosary she used to wear under her clothes. He remembers the beads being green. Violet or himself having control while the other does wicked things to Portia's willing body. Another image flashes except this time it's Portia in control while she has bound either himself or Violet.

Damn, he'll have to bring up this potential fantasy to Violet.

"Thank you, again Edmund" Portia said. She paused, biting her lip before leaning closer. It was quick, really a press of the lips to cheek.

Edmund was stunned.

Portia's cheeks were slightly pink. "Violet is always asking for a kiss. Tell her if she wants a kiss from me, then she should kiss there," she joked.

Before he could move, Portia was already in her carriage and driving off.

Edmund looked down at Lord Morrison.

Well shit.

"He's dead."

Violet pouted. "You couldn't have a left a little bit just for me?"

"I did not intend to kill him my love," Edmund said.

"It's not like he didn't deserve it," Violet replied with a shrug of her shoulders. "Though you missed a spot in your clean up my dear."

"That is not blood, but something more favorable," Edmund teased.

Violet looked curious.

"Portia gave me a thank you kiss."

Violet immediately pulls her husband in kissing that same exact spot while Edmund laughs.