#Mess au

[cloudninetonine]

The silence is deafening and the bile threatens to claw it's way up your throat as you continue to stare.

The Chain stare back but they're...they're different.

'They're older' your frantic mind reasons, as you look at them all individually. 'This....this isn't the Chain you were once with'

You're not sure if it's the consequences of world hopping or whatever sort of ridiculous notion that would swirl through your head- but these weren't the men you had lost that day. No, they definitely weren't.

Most changes were subtly, but glancing at Wild you could very clearly see his missing arm.

Had his next adventure already come to pass?

"(Name)...?" Your glance to the left showed the sailor, hesitant, hand out with worry written all over his face. His voice was deeper, he was now near your height- "Is....is it really you?"

Your eyes filled with tears.

"You....you fucking grew."

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EVER SINCE OF THAT ANON A FEW DAYS AGO I COULDN'T STOP ABOUT THIS IDEA I HAD FOR THE YANS-

THEY'RE OLDER THAN THE OG AND VIL CHAIN- I LIKE TO THINK THEY KEPT SEARCHING AFTER THEIR PLAYER WAS ORIGINALLY SENT HOME AND I WAS LIKE "HEY WHAT IF THEY WERE OLDER!" AND NOW I THINK I MIGHT STICK TO IT LIKE- IMAGINE HOW CRUSHING IT WOULD BE TO FIND THAT YOU LOST YEARS WITH YOUR BOYS!?

WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK THO!?

[sleepingdayaway]

Mess AU

Okay I did another thing except this time it’s from @cloudninetonine mess au which I highly recommend you check out!

I sorta had an idea when I was thinking about it, but when I actually started writing it just all went away. So yeah sorry if it sucks-

If [Name] is going to be completely honest, they weren’t expecting this outcome as they sat with Nat. Currently the both of them are sitting together; enjoying a variety of fruits on a plate, as they observe the big man interacting with the other Ganon’s in the group. A small thought appeared in [color hair] as they chewed on a grape, ‘If Sky was here he would be losing his shit over them.’

As if knowing he was mentioned, the flame hair colored man perked up to look at the two who sat away from the rest. He had a huge figure, the same fiery red hair as his other incarnations, but looking closer it’s as if his hair was actually fire. The only difference is his body compared to the others. 

If a regular person were to take a quick glance they would think nothing of it, except when you look closer you can see the dark scales with a hint of red covering his body. The red in between the scales looks to be dimming out, as if to match his breathing. Looking up at his face the first thing you would see is the ‘X’ scar right in the middle of his forehead. The face and build of a man who has seen war, and has lived through it himself. The mix of a humanoid man, but also something that is inhuman.

No wonder, throughout history many have called him the Demon King.

But as [Name] watched the man walk over to them, the aura that radiated around him was not one of a god who brought hate and fear into the lives of many. Instead it was one of hesitance and unsure on whether it was alright for him to approach; he stares at the duo as if asking for their permission to get closer. In sync [Name] and Nat turn their heads to look at each other and squint their eyes, in a silent conversation. Nat looks up at the man before hesitantly nodding meanwhile [Name] grabbed at a strawberry to snack on.

Demise, the all mighty, the one who cursed the Chosen Hero and Hylia’s incarnation in an infinite cycle of hatred. Carefully lowered himself on the grassy ground before the two friends, and carefully observed them, not once uttering a single word. From behind the strange group, stood a man carefully eyeing them, a sense of wanting to be near them, but he didn’t act on it as he walked away.

Nature, one of the incarnations of the man before him, has no clue on how to feel about the man that sits in front of him. The other Ganon’s seemed a bit standoffish at first to him, but appeared to slowly warm up as they continued their adventure. Especially King and Eve, who looked to hang onto every word that Demise says. Nat always knew what he had to do to keep everything in order for the world to function, and knew that during his time there was someone that guided him. To put it simply, it’s just a bit awkward to finally meet the person who helped you, after a long time. 

[Name] knows all about Demise; his purpose and what he has done. As well as the importance of the balance that he brings to the world, if spending long agonizing hours to days on the concept of righteousness and the evil and torment of the world counts as understanding. Yet as they stare at Demise and notice how he struggles to speak to them, that throws away all negative stereotypes that had built up from the years of lore they’ve read. He kind of looks like a father who has no idea on how to communicate with his child instead just sits there and believes that they’re spending time together.

It was a moment of awkward silence between the three of them, [Name] and Nat still enjoying the fruits, until it was surprisingly broken by Demise. “I have been told that you are not connected with any of my descendants, that you merely happened to come across in their travels.” 

A natural side eye occurred as he glanced at the Master Sword that is sheathed beside [Name]; that did not go unnoticed by them. There was a faint pulse of a blue glow when his eyes landed on the weapon. Maintaining eye contact with the Demon King as they spoke up without hesitance in their voice, “I’m no hero, if that’s what you’re wondering about.”  

“Yet you hold the sword that was forged by Hylia herself, and was wielded by her Chosen Hero.” He responded with a calm tone; although his facial features say a different tale he made no move to do anything. Tide who had been listening in on the conversation subtly shifted to be closer, in case he needed to intervene. 

Shuffling in their seat at the question that was directed towards them, “That is true, I’m aware that you have history with this sword, but it is currently in my care. I also have no affiliation to those people.” Demise huffs slightly at that response before sitting up more; glancing down at them as if he is trying to appear more menacing. It was at this moment did [Name] finally realize who they were talking to, silently cursing under their breath.

“Tell me young one, what exactly are your motives? You must have some connection towards the Goddess.” 

[Name] blinks a couple times before speaking, “None- I actually don’t know why I ended up here, but all I can say is that I’m grateful for everyone here. I owe them a lot.”

Now that caught Demise’s attention as he leaned a bit forward, “Is that so? Would you care to-”

“Alright! I think that’s enough on interrogating my friend,” Nat replied as he slightly shoved Demise away from [Name], and began leaning into them more which reminded them of when Wind would also do the same whenever they didn’t want to explain something.

Tide, who was watching everything, smiled softly at Nature’s protective action. Yes, they’ve all grown fond of the little traveler. Swearing with all the power that they hold that they would keep [Name] safe, and help them return back to their original group. Slowly did that topic of conversation change amongst them, and now they appear to be in deep conversation about a certain topic.

One that has [Name] talking animatedly about and with Demise listening intently. Nat, who began sharing the platter of assortment of fruit, also spoke up a couple of times. Tide, feeling the need to no longer worry, returned his gaze to the one person, who appeared to yearn on joining. No matter how much he tries to hide it.

The man sat in front of Tide with a neutral expression on his face. Shockingly white hair covers one of his eyes as he stares intently into the open flame without flinching away from the light. His red cloak lays neatly folded beside him, before looking up at the man who has been nothing but kind to him.

“Ghirahim, you do realize that you have the right to speak to him, correct?”

Ghirahim looks up in a slight daze, his visible eye appearing hazy for a moment before closing and shaking head. A smirk lifts on his painted lips and a facade of mischief covers his face. “I’m well aware of what I can and cannot do, such a foolish question.”

Although that doesn’t discourage the older figure from trying to bring comfort. It’s the least he can do for the companion of his predecessor, the one who’s been there since the beginning, but he was also the one who has been disconnected from Demise the longest. 

[blueberrytwoberry]

wip wednesday

It seems like this is a fun thing in this fandom? So, I thought I'd try with what I'm calling the Mess AU, which is eventual Buddie with a lot of Mess along the way (and set back after the shooting) in an AU where Bobby's actions directly before the shooting had some actual repercussions for him.

“Hey, I said quit it,” Eddie barked, moving forward with the intent of pulling Buck and Bobby apart, if necessary, as the two of them stumbled around with each other, bumping into his kitchen table and knocking over a chair.  But whatever had gotten into them had clearly blocked out any ability to listen to him. And he drew up short before getting between them, because he had one good arm and– “Hey!” He snapped, when they went into a wall, knocking a picture of his abuela onto the ground, shattering glass everywhere. “Hey, stop it!”   They ignored him, too busy beating the hell out of each other, and he ground his teeth together, frustration and anger bubbling up and– “You know what?” he said, to no one, turning his back on them as they kept right on making a mess of his house and themselves. “Fine. You both asked for this.” And he pulled his phone out of his pocket, punched in a familiar number, and pressed it up against his ear. “Yeah,” he said, viciously satisfied when he recognized Maddie’s voice on the other end of the line for 9-1-1; time to make her day just as weird as his. “I need some help. My friend and our boss are trying to kill each other in my kitchen."

[thesoftieanon]

@cloudninetonine

I've been hyperfixating on your Mess AU... specifically the Villains. And I have two options for how Ayri's timeline wound up in that universe. Option 1: Zelda and Link killed her dad, so she killed them. She is now The Huntress and possibly wandering the timeline seeking the other Links to take them out too. Does the Villain Chain know that? Probably not, but they'll find out. Option 2: Link broke the "never fall in love with the enemy" rule. He realizes something is up because how is this woman the bad guy? Like- yes she can punt him, but really, that just makes her prettier. (He's hopelessly in love, help him XD)

Idk what are your thoughts on this? It's interesting to play with because normally, Ayri's Link already is the bad guy (or just a plain old Idiot, yes that becomes his moniker). It'd also be fun to do option 1 but Link is still alive so when he meets normal Ayri, she's confused because he's terrified of her for some reason. Also Ayri meeting the Hero Ganons and being like "... You're all cool? What is happening-"

[bigfatbreak]

they both got bonked for being silly.

[akanemnon]

I don't like this place. It's turning everyone edgy and sad.

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[mellowsharkpolice]

Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

First part

[supd00dle]

Finally drew Sage ☝️

[duckysprouts]

big brother part 7

[mosslingg]

who put comfort in my hurt

[cloudninetonine]

"Get away from me!"

Ether barely misses the strike, a heavy yelp leaving his mouth as he dips down to miss the steel aimed to decapitate him in his very spot.

"You fucking bastards! You lied to me! You're not my boys- you're not!"

Your voice is a shrill scream in the air, eyes feral with both fear and bloodlust as your gaze cast over the group. Liars, the lot of them, they lied to you, manipulated you and now they were plotting your doom just like the others head.

"No, no, you've got it all wrong!" Oberon was desperate, hands up in surrender as he tried to get closer, "We didn't lie- we thought you were ours-"

"Yours!? YOURS!? I'm not anybody's and neither was the other me! You're all fucking sick!"

He twitched and you stepped back.

Paladin's face was mimicking that of clarity- he was calm and you were not, so clearly he could get through to you, right?

Right?

"(Name), listen to me, you're not well- you're suffering from the lack of sleep-"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" Covering your ears in a desperate attempt to block him out, you shut your eyes trying to rid of yourself of the imposters before you. "You're fucking lying to me, I know you are, I heard you with them the night before- get away!"

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Some more ideas for the mess au! Here are the names for the boys

Just to add a little perspective <3

[roadkill-creatures]

[the-barefoot-hatter]

Party Billiam AU Origins!

there's so many bill-goes-back-before-things-went-bad-but-knows-everything fics, but what IF it was Ford-with-future-knowledge?

But Ford isn't a god, what can he do to stop Bill? Can't kill him, can't trap him, can't risk him running off to someone else for portal building. The only thing he can really do is- seduce the seducer first! Nudge him away from evil plots with sweaty nervous dates! He is definitely emotional-ready for this!

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

RE9 AU where the game is centered around the winters family with mia as the antagonist trying to bring back ethan and rosemary as the protagonist trying to stop her...

[bluegiragi]

some domestic monster!141 antics :3 (more notes under the cut)

early access + nsfw on patreon

-Gaz and Price sleep shirtless to lessen discomfort around their wings

-When the 141 sleep in a pile, Price tends to try cover them all with his remaining wing. It's a subconscious dragon thing done out of protective instinct for a hoard.

-Soap is scared of heights. His inner wolf is very uncomfortable not being on the ground.

-Currently, Price is the only person Simon is okay with being fully shirtless/naked around.

[ford-owner]

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