#Mad Father AU

[chronicbeans]

Mad Father AU Wally Darling x GN Reader (Night One/Prologue)

(Quick Concept/Prologue because this idea has lived in my head rent free for two weeks straight)

TW: Mentions of blood and wounds

You sprint through the rain, the sounds of thunder booming from above as you pull your cloak closer to your body. The rainwater is already soaking through to your clothes, meaning that your need for shelter is gradually growing more severe by the second. Who knows how much longer until hypothermia sets in? Worse yet, you've injured your leg stumbling about outside...

You came from far away to visit the small village, which you heard was filled with amazing artists, who have created the finest works of art. There was supposed to be an art gallery held there. Unfortunately, before you could find an inn or even make it to the village itself, a sudden downpour struck. Your carriage was stuck in mud, with water leaking through the bottom, so you decided to try to reach the village by foot. Along the way, you got lost, slipped, and fell down a steep hill, hurting yourself. You now feel that this march will be your death sentence.

You see some light in the distance, through the trees. Despite your exhaustion, you push yourself to run and investigate. You hope and pray that it is a house, cabin, or even a simple shack that you can take shelter in and warm yourself up. It seems that your hopes were more than rewarded, as a large mansion comes into view...

A dark, gothic exterior with a slight Victorian Era design. Dark bricks, with black roof tiles and an expansive garden in the backyard. The windows seem to be slightly tinted, but it is hard to tell in the darkness. You can't even see what colors the bricks are, exactly... Just that they are dark. It looks elegant just from the outside... But, you can't help but wonder why someone with enough wealth to own such a home would live this far outside the village.

It doesn't matter, as you quickly sprint to the front doors of the mansion, knocking on it as hard as possible. You are desperate to be heard over the rain, which is pouring so heavily at this point, you can barely hear yourself think over the sound of the droplets hitting the ground. You adjust the cloak on your shoulders, knowing well that it won't provide any warmth at this point, but instead hoping for comfort.

You flinch in shock as the front door suddenly opens, having not heard anybody approach the door. You see a man, with dark blue hair styles into a pompadour. His dark eyes look down at you, before they suddenly widen in shock. Before you can even ask for help, he drags you inside of the mansion.

"Goodness! You are soaked from the rain! Please, come inside. I'll help you warm up. You must be freezing." Grabbing your hand, he leads you down the halls of the building. Getting a closer look at him, you notice that he is wearing a white coat... is he a doctor? You must've hit gold in terms of finding someone who could help you!

Clearing your throat, you nervously introduce yourself. "Thank you, sir... My name is (Y/N) (L/N). I'm not from around here, so when I tried to make it to the village nearby, I got lost. You are a life saver..." You hear him chuckle, a light and airy sound, as he replies "Thank you, (Y/N), but it is simply in my nature to help others. My name is Dr. Wally Darling. Just call me Wally. Let me get you some dry clothing. I have plenty of extras... Here, let me take your cloak. It's best to remove excess wet clothing."

You hand him the cloak, shivering from the cold. He leads you to a large room, where he points to a closet. "In there, I have a lot of spare clothing. From dresses to suits and pants to even a few skirts and shorts. I have them because they were hand-me-downs from family members who lived here before me. I couldn't bear to part with them. It's great that they are finally going to be put to good use." He then turns, exiting the room as he says "I am going to place your cloak by the fireplace, in hopes that it will dry it off faster. Once you are done changing out of your wet clothing, you can place them by the fire, as well. It is down the hall, in the main entrance, where you entered."

With that, you are left to go through the large closet. To your surprise, he wasn't kidding by the wife variety of clothing he owns. Long, elegant dresses, posh suits and tailcoats, fancy nightgowns and sleep wear... He even has a large variety of shoes, from Mary Janes to men's dress shoes, and even slippers. Despite the fact that there is such a wide variety, you cannot help but think that every article of clothing gives the vibes of something a doll would wear.

It takes a while, but you decide to put on something you could sleep in comfortably. After all, you don't know when the rain will ease up... so you hope Dr. Darling will let you stay the night. Picking up your wet clothing, you bring it out to the main entrance, placing them by the fireplace.

Finally getting a good view of the place, it seems like the main entrance also works as a living room. Couches and a coffee table are placed by the fireplace, alongside an extravagantly carved rocking chair. There's also a bunch of bookshelves, filled to the brim with books, with a few porcelain dolls resting on top. The floors are a dark oak, with a red carpet lying in the center. You spot Dr. Darling sitting on one of the couches, sipping what looks to be tea as he reads a book... You think it is Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, but at the angle that he is holding it, it is a bit difficult to tell. He also seems to be wearing glasses to read.

He looks up from his book, taking off his glasses. He stares at you for a few moments, before he grins. "You look wonderful in that outfit. It suits you... Really, it does. Would you like some tea? I made some while you were getting dressed. It might help you warm up, alongside the fireplace." You nod quickly, sitting down on the couch across from him. "Thank you... That would be lovely... I'm exhausted and freezing..."

You watch as he stands, leaning over to grab the teapot that is resting on the table, before pouring you a cup of tea. He asks if you need any cream or sugar, before handing you the cup. You quickly begin drinking it, relishing the warmth you feel from it. You instantly become more relaxed than before. You look over to him, smiling. "You have quite the variety of clothes. Is there any particular reason why you are keeping them?"

Dr. Darling sips his tea, smiling. "I am keeping them for the memories, as well as the fact that, in cases like yours, they're useful. You'd be surprised by how many people come around in need of help." His eyes suddenly trail down to your leg, narrowing. "You're leg is bleeding..."

You quickly look down to your leg, scared that you might be bleeding onto hi expensive looking couch. Thankfully, you aren't, with your blood hitting the hardwood floor, instead. "O-oh... I didn't notice that. I guess I couldn't feel it from the anxiety rush..." almost as it on cue, it begins to hurt a bit. It's just a dull, throbbing pain, but you can tell it is going to get worse as time goes on.

Dr. Darling suddenly stood up, leaving the room without a word. You think that you might've upset him, at first, before you see him return with some cotton balls, gauze pads, and gauze wrap. He also seems to be holding some bottles of medication. He kneels in front of you, speaking softly "Hold still. I'll take care of it. You can stay for the night to heal up."

You nod slowly, watching as he disinfects and wraps your wound. After he finishes, he stares at your leg for a few moments, seemingly in thought, before saying "You don't seem to need stitches. The wound is long, going from your knee to your ankle, but it is shallow. It might take a while to heal, but you'll be fine." You smile nervously, asking quickly "Will it scar?"

"It might. If it does, however, you shouldn't worry. I believe that scars just show how resilient a person can be. They may not be the most appealing to look at, but... as you think about it, you realize that it shows that you've survived whatever caused it. Also, you could just cover it with clothing if you are nervous about showing it in public."

Your eyes widen for a moment, before you grin and nod. Dr. Darling then helps you stand, leading you to a guest bedroom upstairs. Along the way, you see various porcelain dolls on tables, desks, stands, and sitting on the windowsills. You find it very... odd... So, you ask "Are you a doll collector or something? You seem to own a lot of dolls." He lets out a throaty chuckle. "I actually make them! I love art, which includes doll making. Porcelain is my favorite form of that... It just has this perfect look... A porcelain perfection, if you will. A perfection I feel can only be achieved by that medium of art."

As the two of you stop in front of the guestroom door, he says softly "Oh, dear... I seem to be rambling, aren't I? I apologize. I just love artistry. I can get out of hand, sometimes... you are also the first person to visit me in a long time. Please, have a nice rest. I recommend you stay in bed tomorrow, unless you need to get food, water, or do other necessary tasks. I will check in tomorrow morning. Goodnight." Before you can ask any questions, he quickly makes his leave, heading down the hall and down the stairs

As you open the door to the room, you notice an off-putting smell. A bit like something is... off. More like as if something has spoiled. You don't complain, however, as you are just thankful for shelter and care. There's a large bed, a wardrobe, a large dresser, and what looks to be a small chest of toys. If you had to make a guess, this room used to be a child's room. If other members of Dr. Darling's family lived here before him and left him some clothes, it makes sense that they might've left other things behind, too.

You make your way over to the bed, smelling the sheets before laying down. It doesn't seem likey they are what's making the smell... you are way to tired to investigate further and the pain in your leg is increasing. You'll just investigate tomorrow, or when you are well enough to walk for long periods of time, again. You rest your head on the pillow, closing your eyes and falling into a relatively peaceful sleep.

[thedenofravenpuff]

Watching @cephalonghostofficial play Mad Father on twitch with @kuuchaos guest starring on stream, I was hit by the urge to draw her Backstage AU Baby Jack dressed up as Aya from the game, and Nimbus as Snowball the rabbit.

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Thinking about how in my timeline, hw happened for Midna after tp, which means she’d either be pregnant with kori or will have him there. So take a PISSED off momma and a clueless child :)

[threepandas]

Bad End: Eve

You know how most Otome games are vaguely historical? Usually some non-specific mishmash of European countries? But fluffier and with more bows? It had once "gotten" to me, I think. I remember looking for outliers. Non-joke ones. Something that wasn't just "but this time with hats!"

I found one.

And now? Now I'm not sure if I curse that day or thank whatever force of nature lead me there. I guess... I guess it depends. Would I still have ended up HERE? If I had not found it? If so, then I genuinely and actually fucking rue it. Like... like actual "you'll rue the day! Bwahaha!" Type rue it. That's me. Ruing.

But? If it was always going to happen?

Then I guess...

I guess I'm weirdly glad. Because at least I have some fucking idea of what's going ON. Terrible, as it all is. Fucked, as the situation is. At least I'm not... not confused. Blind and at the mercy of those around me. Ignorance truely isn't bliss. All it does is leave you to try an fill in the blanks yourself. Usually with something far worse.

Not that the situation could GET much worse, by much.

I was in an Otome game. NOT a flower, high society, and dragons kind either. No. I? Was in a Dark Sci-Fi otome game. "Fate of man" was thrown around a lot. Power of luuuuv~ and such. Also, you know, HORRIFIC ethical violations. Human experimentation. Cataclysmic events and humanity "starting over".

All the high drama sci-fi concepts you could expect. It was a romp. Had good art. I'd had fun! Which is why I remember it so clearly.

Less fun when you're IN IT.

When you AREN'T one of the characters you KNOW will survive.

In fact, are one of the characters you know WON'T fucking survive. And will probably die MESSY. Horribly. Cause see, our BELOVED Harem collecting Protagonist? She? Was AN Eve. "AN".

Take a wild fucking guess what THAT project is about.

Did you say "breeding a better race of humans"? Ding ding ding! With humanity currently fucked, they want to FIX the problem by FIXING humanity. And of course, fuck ethics! Volunteers? Why use those?! Let's horrifically mad scientist our way to atrocity-ville! Make it all the more "God rightfully punishing us for our unforgivable sins" when we get wiped out!

Fffffffuck YOU, plot! I have to live here too!

You may, in fact, be picking up a slight note of stir crazy. A "wow, this lady rambles like a mother fucker" vibe. You would TOO, if you were stuck in a FUCKING TUBE. All I can do, day in and day out? Is wake, think, observe, then go right back to sleep. I can't even eat! I got a TUBE for that!

I... I miss showers.

Everything is GOO.

I'm an Eve. And if it weren't for the air tube controlng my breathing? I'd laughing hysterically until I died. And no, not in the "oh how funny" way. God. Oh... oh god. What a way to die. NONE of the Eves survive "the program".

Those IDIOTS are so OBSESSED with making bigger and bigger, better and better, FUCKING JUGGERNAUTS? That the Adams? Have long since reached the point of "mindless killing machine". UNSTABLE is putting it lightly. There is sexual dimorphism and then there's literal incompatibility.

But GOD FORBID the scientists admit that THEY are the ones with the inferior product.

It... it was even part of the game's plot. The scientist who made "Eve" HID her while HE made an Adam. I do not have that luxury. Somewhere, there is an unstable BESERKER being told I'm his "wife". That we're going to be HAPPY together. That he'll get to put his bruising, blood soaked hands anywhere he WANTS... just after he WINS me from the other Adam's.

Got to prove HE'S the best specimen, after all.

It makes my skin crawl. All I can hope, is that I can either provoke the bastard enough to kill me before they have a chance to stop him, or? I use my own enhanced strength to snap my neck. Maybe bite my tounge. Like HELL am I letting an Adam get near me.

The hiss of laboratory doors.

"Perfection at last..." Comes a relieved sigh. "All those HIDEOUS specimens. Why they make me suffer them, I'll never understand. We should have terminated them months ago. My poor project, they really think they're WORTHY of you..."

There's a derisive laugh. The scientist strolling into the lab I've been developing in, familiar. I watch him casually shrug off his lab coat and dump is bag. Hang his coat over the back of his chair. Turn, as he does each day, to STARE up at me. His eyes are a pale, pale purple the likes of which I've never seen before.

They're HAUNTING.

There is almost a red tint to them, though maybe that's the lights. The goo. I can never tell. He always looks ENTRANCED by me. Floating, visored, connected to far too many tubes an' wires. I'd think it was the fact that I was naked if it weren't for the way his gaze doesn't seem to drift lower then my shoulders. Seems more entranced by the way my hair moves, as though under water.

I've never once heard him talk about me lustfully.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't SCARE me.

"Let's begin, shall we? Time for your daily doses, mmm?" He says, voice dangerously affectionate. As though i had CHOSEN to do this to myself. As though he were merely reminding me of my morning medicine and not the hell ahout to come. "Going to be good for me? I know you shall, you always are."

He turned back to his desk, his computer. A few keystrokes... and I could feel the pod above me begin to hum, as it awoke. Oh god. Oh god it never got easier. From the corner of my eyes, bright chemicals slide down thind lines and into my veins. Like lines of lava. Bolts of electricity and pain. It was... AGONY.

My muscles seized. Brain screeched, first to the screaming I wish I could make... then static. With the long practice of daily pain, it took me far away. The click, click, click of keys. The sound of his voice, so terribly PLEASED, as I hung there and just TOOK it. No restraints, no strugging, no damaging myself. Just unbearable fire in my veins and a brain far, far away.

"Good girl~"

Distantly a phone rang. He made an annoyed sound, but picked up regardless.

"What. I'm in the middle of- ...Excuse me? I'm quite sure I did not hear you correctly. I said 'NO'. She's not-....I will NOT BE-...What. Are you out of your god damned MIND? That pile of scraps you call a project is coming NOWHERE near my-! ....you think you're clever, don't you?"

"Fine. You want to TALK? Let's TALK, Anderson. I'll be there in five."

From far away, past the pain, I watched him chance down at something at the screen. Back up to me. He hung up the phone but did not pause the program. Instead, calmly rising from his desk. Shrugging on his lab coat. Rounding the desk and striding towards my bio-tube.

"Hmmm, honestly, it should have been spaced out over a few more days... but you can take it. Endure a bit longer for me, would you, darling? Daddy's going to go deal with something for just a moment, he'll be right back, my perfect girl. Be good."

He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to my tank. One hand splayed next to it like he badly wished he could touch. Could stroke skin. Hold his creation close. It was not the first time he had done this. Small, covetous, little actions like he wanted to crawl inside my skin and STAY there. Like he cursed the glass that separated us.

He pulled back. Shifted to the side and kneeled. He... had hidden something behind my bio-pod? When? Apparently before I had become aware. Because I had not known about it. A black shoe box. I watched him open i-GUN. Thaaaat was a gun! Fuck. Well at least? By the time anyone thinks to look in on me? The overdose will probably have killed me?

There is a cold, terrible smile on his face as he rolls to his face. Tucking the gun into an inner pocket. It has a silencer. He leans forward one last time. Lightly kissing the glass of my pod, as though heading off to work and not to very obviously kill somebody. The pain continues. Builds. I watch him leave.

With nothing to anchor myself on... time blurs.

I think? There are alarms? Red lights flash. Then they stop. There is shouting at one point. But then silence. An explosion? Or am I hallucinating? Pain. My nerves are on fire. I don't want to have SKIN. Please... please make it STOP! Calm foot steps? Come to kill me? Please come to kill me. Make it STOP.

The lights died a... time? Ago? Emergency lights on now. Generators in the room are loud. Why can I still hear the feet? Footses? Words. H..hurts. please.

Click.

The pain eases to a stop. Aching but nothing new. Over? Oh, thank god. I can sleep now, right? But... sound? New. At my feet. Gurgling. Wha-? The very top of my head feels cold. Then my forehead. Then my temple's and ears, cheeks, jaw... wait. Is? Is the tube...DRAINING? I open my eyes.

When did I close them?

He's back.

Standing right in front of the tube. Blood staining the hem of his coat, lingering marks of his massacre cleaned but not quite scrubbed from his body. There are little off red stains on his cheek, from what must be blood splatter. They look like tiny freckles.

I'm... I can't...

I reach as the tube down my throat is pulled almost carelessly away by the machine. Choke, suffocate, as the same is done for my air tube. But then it's done... and I can BREATHE under my own power. Gasp and splutter, as the goo sloshes around my knees. Then it's gone. And the tube I've been leaning my weight against is roughly pulled away.

I collapse forward, my muscles having never actually supported me in this life.

Arms catch me. Wrapping me in a possessive hug. A hand immediately burying itself in long uncut hair, even as the other wraps itself around my torso to lean me against his body in a cradle. My face is pressed to his neck by the hand in my hair, cradling my head and neck. I can feel breath against the goo wet crown of my head.

"Finally~" he breaths out, whispering it against me like a sigh. "My beautiful, perfect girl. My darling creation. It took so LONG. Those retrobates interfering at every turn, lusting after you like ANIMALS, trying to keep you from me. Then, worst of all, trying to toss you to some pack of savages? Oh, darling~ Daddy's been so worried for you."

"But we'll be okay now, won't we? I finally have you. All fresh and finally finished. My perfect Eve. You can pick any name you want, of course. You and I will be leaving this ugly little place. Daddy has PLANS. A fresh new world, just for you, sweetheart."

He laughed, his hug tightening in a way that would have left bruises had I been a normal human. Kisses were pressed to my temple. A cheek, rubbed against my hair. He seemed... seemed GIDDY with it. That nothing could stop him now. There was no glass in his way. I could not move yet. My muscles twitched when I tried, but that was it. I wasn't even sure I could talk yet, if I tried.

"Aaah~♡ Welcome to the World, Darling. My Perfection. My Eve. This time no snakes or Adams to tarnish you. To get in your way. Just you and your Father~"

"FOREVER~♡"

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[starry-bi-sky]

Out of Context Danny Phantom Memes for a fic i haven't posted (yet)

[themsource]

7alt8 AU - Moments Like These

Got asked by a friend what exactly Bill and Stan's relationship is like, and made this quick comic to show just how much Bill enjoys messing with Stan XD

Poor boyo has had to deal with stuff like this for 43 years LOL

[premamelody]

THE END OF ME

(oc)

[a-rather-curious-enigma]

You got slammed into a dormouse hug

DADA!!!!

@dormouse-dear

Oop-

Edith, you’re back! Oh, how I missed you! Where were you??

He squeezed her tightly.

[megamindsupremacy]

Stewjon is Space Scotland: Names and Naming Conventions

For context, I designed an entire naming system for my Stewjon is Space Scotland AU. I'm still trying to work out the cultural logistics of it, but the actual practical logistics I have down.

To break everything down:

Stewjon is a clan-centric society, with clans and clan names having a hugely important role in the culture. I therefore had clan names feature in both the first and last name of Stewjonis.

-The last name (Kenobi) is the family/clan name, and is passed down the family paternally. This is both because I'm from a western culture with a paternal naming tradition, and also because I liked how his parents names sounded when the last names transferred paternally but not maternally. "Ken" would translate to "Clan" (I don't know if this is accurate to Scots English or Scots Gaelic, but I'm working from canon Star Wars names and trying to worldbuild from nothing so work with me here), and then the clan name "Obi" is attached, so "Kenobi" translates to "Clan Obi" or "of Clan Obi"

-The given name (-Wan, but we'll get to "Wan" in a second) is one to two syllables. All of these names are (according to Wikipedia) actual Scottish names, which I picked from the list mostly based on how well they'd sound next to the clan name.

-The prefix clan name (Obi-) is the interesting part. All children are given the father's clan name as both their first and last clan name. Therefore, Obi-Wan Kenobi, son of Ito-Benneit Kenobi, has "Obi" in both his first and last name. However, upon marriage, the couple swaps their prefix clan names to signify the tie between their clans. Therefore his mother Ito-Ceit Kenito and his father Obi-Benneit Kenobi became Obi-Ceit Kenito and Ito-Benneit Kenobi upon their marriage.

-Originally I was going to do something with the fact that "Obi" means belt in Japanese, such as making the clan names signify professions in the same way "Miller" or "Smith" would in English surnames, but I gave up because Japanese is so different of a language from what I understand that I would have just made myself very confused and everyone who understands Japanese language and culture very mad. So I just went with a vowel-consonant-vowel pattern for all the clan names and called it a day.

-Remember how I said we would come back to "Wan"? Obi-Wan wasn't born Obi-Wan Kenobi. He was born Obi-Owen (Owen is a whole 'nother thing and I decided to just give myself a freebie on it), and his name was anglicized (basic-icized?) upon being brought to the Jedi temple. Not on purpose, but it did happen. So technically the chart above should have him listed as Obi-Owen Kenobi, but I already took the screenshot so this is what we're working with.

-Culturally, it's respectful to refer to someone by their full name (Obi-Owen Kenobi). The full name stands until two people are fairly close to each other, platonically or romantically. The informal, friendly version would be their full first name (Obi-Owen). So you wouldn't call your new friend "Obi-Owen" until you're quite close, even if you're social equals. Technically you could refer to someone by their given name only (Owen), but it's awkward and Stewjonis don't really see a reason for it. All of this highlights the cultural emphasis placed on clans and clan ties in Stewjoni society.

The Family Tree

THE KIDS

Starting from the bottom, we have the four Kenobi siblings. Obi-Conn is the oldest, and he marries Yana-Eóin Kenyana, becoming Yana-Conn Kenobi. None of this happens in the story but I wrote it in the chart anyways. Obi-Eóin is nonbinary, which is why their square is white instead of blue or pink.

Obi-Mór and Obi-Pál are twins and approximately four years younger than Yana-Conn. Obi-Mór is ambiguously disabled (she has some form of muscular disability, but the specifics weren't relevant to the story). Obi-Pál is just some guy and I love him for that.

Obi-Owen is the baby of the family. He's twelve years younger than the twins (16 years younger than Yana-Conn) and was definitely an oopsie-baby. I don't need to say anything else because he is also one of the major characters of the Star Wars franchise. You know him.

THE PARENTS

Obi-Ceit Kenito and Ito-Benneit Kenobi are the Kenobi siblings' parents. I don't have much to say here other than that Ito-Benneit shortens his name to Ito-Ben, to avoid the repeated "eet" sound in his full first name. I'm sure that doesn't affect Obi-Owen's future nicknames in any way!

It is Ito-Benneit fault, by the way, that I made clan prefixes instead of surnames to be switched upon marriage. Culturally, it would have made more sense for the more commonly used first name to hold your birth clan and your less commonly used surname to indicate your linked-by-marriage clan, but I needed Obi-Benneit to marry into the name Ito-Benneit so that I could shorten it to Ben. Goddammit.

THE GRANDPARENTS

Ito-Ben's parents are entirely irrelevant so they don't exist. Sad!

Technically I didn't have to name Ito-Lili Kenuna, but I felt bad having her up there as an unnamed person. Una-Owen Kenito, as you may suspect, is where Obi-Wan's name comes from. I really wanted to highlight his Stewjoni heritage in this fic, so giving him family ties through his whole name was important to me. Obi-Ceit names Obi-Owen for her father because Una-Owen was a strong fighter, and she wants to pass that resilience to her son. Which, uh. Well he sure is resilient to things trying to kill him!

Feel free to come yell at me in the askbox about Stewjon's worldbuilding!

[warning-heckboop]

Hi again! This is the same anon who sent the ask about the Paint In Red AU relating to Dev using a wish. I'm so flattered you thought it was a good idea! I've loved all the AU stuff you've made so far so that's like a great compliment in my book. Anyway, I actually had some more takes if you're interested! I imagine that at some point after the wish Dev would manage to steal one of the anti-fairys wands, most likely Irep's, since we've seen humans can use a wand to grant wishes themselves. Because why ask Irep to grant his wishes when he can do it himself, especially since Irep is one of the people who turned their back on him. Cue Dev using the wand to take revenge on those he believes have slighted him or are a risk to remaining in power. Anyway sorry for all the anon asks! I'm just very nervous about doing it not anonymously, even tho I've sent a few anon asks by now and you've answered them lol

First off, apologies for the delayed response. Yesterday was my last big plan after over a month of lots of big plans and doctors appointments and stuff. I am exhausted, buuuuut hoping to get back into the swing of things with art and whatnot again now that it's over!

As a start, here's a first pass sketch at a concept I've had in mind for a while for the Paint in Red au. Dev does get his hands on an anti-fairy wand--a very particular anti-fairy wand in fact. Once Dev's wish to not care anymore is granted, he loses any and all attachments and hesitations that were previously preventing him from... getting rid of the few people who hurt him more than anyone: his father, of course, but now also Irep as well, who shunned Dev for his father at the drop of a hat and took what little attention Dale was finally giving Dev away.

Dev combines the, ahem, trophies from them with what remains of Peri's wand after his death to create his own unique wand! It's half fairy, half anti-fairy, so even in the event of the Big Wand being taken back by the fairies, he'll still have magic to support himself! He's really quite clever, once he no longer cares about all those silly feelings :)

(Also never apologize about using anon! I tend to prefer anon sometimes myself! That's what its there for! Do whatever you're most comfortable with!)

[soupmanspeaks]

rip william afton you wouldve been a terrible family vlogger

[chronicbeans]

Me stimming as I write my Mad Father Wally AU x Reader story is such a vibe. Anyways here's a bit of the prologue (aka Night One, since I plan to have the parts go by day and night cycles "Night One/Day One Night Two/Day Two...").

EDIT: YIPPEE I finished the first part!

[monsoon-of-art]

I talk about how Pokerus has this Wall and then next thing I know-

Some hints towards the cause plus just fucking up with Gaeric more

[aeriondripflame]

my mind has been developing this delusion world in which tywin lannister was the mad king’s sugar baby. aerys was “vain, proud, and changeable, traits that made him easy prey for flatterers and lickspittles” (awoiaf p.190). upon becoming king, he fired his father’s older and wiser hand and named tywin in his place, making tywin the youngest hand in the entire history of the seven kingdoms, but how did we get there?

there were childhood friends. tywin served as a page in court and we know from genna that tywin mistrusted laughter due to hearing too many people laughing at his father. at this point in time, the lannisters were a laughingstock or at least tywin wholeheartedly believed this, so the subsequent friendship he makes with the crown prince thrusts him upwards in status and into higher scrutiny. tywin is the elder, but aerys is the prince. they spend years together with the established dynamic of aerys being the one with power and tywin (albeit his friend) his servant. it is only when tywin dares to step outside this master/servant dynamic aerys has cooked up, that they begin to fall apart.

they go to war together. aerys chooses tywin, a newly made knight, to knight him. this was the war of the ninepenny kings, he could have chosen gerold hightower. he could have chosen roger reyne, or any number of distinguished knights and commanders, but no he chose tywin who had likely just been knighted himself. for added context, during this war tywin’s father stayed at home with his mistress rather than taking to the battlefield. nearly a year later, aerys is crowned and tywin is named hand of the king. as hand of the king, tywin is allowed any expense, any decision, literally allowed to do anything he wants at aerys’ leave (up until their toxic breakup era).

something that always fascinated me within this was why after gaining power of his own merit and name does he make his father’s mistress do a walk of atonement? at first, i believed this to be a way to embarrass his father further from the grave and cement his notoriety. however, right after he forces the walk of atonement, aerys and tywin rule the kingdom from casterly rock for a year (awoiaf p.194). if we believe that tywin has a subconscious or conscious shame in regards to using aerys’ fondness for him (whether you want to see it romantically or not) for seize of power and political gain, the walk of atonement is so interesting as it is a public self-flagellation of a transactional relationship that he himself mirrors. it is after this very act that aerys holds court (and tywin) at casterly rock, the scene of the crime in a sense. here tywin is, like his fathers mistresses in the same very home, flattering and bootlicking the same man for money, influence, and power. it is only after this year in casterly rock where tywin is forced to reconcile with these similarities that their relationship dissolves.

in conclusion, tywin was playing sugar baby to aerys and their relationship soured when tywin decided he wished for power that was truly his own rather than through aerys.

[reinafish]

I really need to stop getting au ideas istg

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