#New Life AU

[krislgfox]

Just how DD and CN falling asleep almost every week:

DD just think CN bed is softer and warmer than his so he always trying to "steal" CN's bed

[smilingberryy]

Cute little Idea I had for an alternate au for New Life, then said Idea went dark :]

[nixisglitched]

I jist wanna ramble about my little idea

A Sun/Moon cult au that popped up.in my head while listening to AXOLOTL on full blast in my car for 2 hours

I'll be using He/They for the Y/n but will be Afab in body

Y/n is a 20 year old Trans/Enby Masc who is utterly disrespected and actively berated to "be normal" and that he's "blessed to have a woman's body" and such by his family and church. After years of being sabotaged by his family and jobs lost and no hope he's handed a small "support group" pamphlet by a person in a robe with a seemingly animatronic controlled sun mask on. You sneak out to this group every week and it turns out to be a full LGBT and medical support group full of others like you and someone talking about how thier group heals and supports people through the power of the day and night cycle. Something about how both the sun and moon have powers and a meeting with them can help or even fix or replace what has been hurting. Showing off the robotic leg they have and explaining that the sun gave it to them as a blessing.

Alot of it sounded like alot of bathroom surgery doctors jist trying to help people but honestly from what you've been through the back of your mind is genuinely thinking on it. After a hard night it makes you run out into the forest to calm down. You've done this so many times but this time a figure meets you in your normal spot. It scares the shit out of you but they look like they are from the same group you've been meeting with, red eyes pointed at you on the mask they wear. Offering to bring you away from it all, to be who you are and be free to live happy with them. You take its hand, and thats that. You leave it all behind for this new life.

Sun and Moon

They both wear cloaks when out in public or the main eye of the cult not letting anyone know the "masks" they wear aren't masks. It's just them. The wear gloves and keep thier hoods up almost at all times but Sun is definitely a bit to hyper and it's fallen a few times making them wear a bit of padded protection on the back of thier faceplate not only as a failsafe for anyone trying to attack them but it makes it look like a human head and further selling the mask idea to the followers. I haven't figured out colors but Sun is very activity oriented and gives tasks to everyone to keep things running and fun while moon is music based and teaches songs and tells storys and when the group is asleep Sun stands watch while moon goes into town like the little kleptomaniac he is and steals for the cult to make sure they are taken care of and have the needs of his people met

I wanna make a fic on it so bad, just gotta figure out how to start it.

[second-wife-playbook]

Motherhood

(as sort of a companion piece to @helluvaoutlaw's Fatherhood)

The babies are not crying when Coronis wakes up. She has learned by routine to wake with the sun, and feeling the first dawn of Wrath's many suns invigorates her better than any alarm.

She originally had an alarm. But she stopped because the twins would hear it and cry, as it disrupted their sleep. So she stowed it away, saving it for later. She was sure Striker had gotten up for her in the middle of the night, as he slept deeply beside her. She was good about hearing the boys first...but given they were still so young, it was impossible to stay awake for all their needs through the night.

For now, they slept. They would be up and at it in no time, but she had work to do.

She quietly slid out of bed, kissing Striker on the cheek, per her custom. It was time to start the day.

Cori cleaned herself up in the bathroom, brushing out her feathers, changing into her clothes. She peeked in on the nursery, but Walker and Match were still curled together like two kittens, sleeping peacefully. It was enough assurance that she could go downstairs and start breakfast without waking them.

First the coffee machine, then the kettle. Setting up her mug for tea and Striker's mug for coffee. Taking out formula from the fridge and adding it to the row. It would need time to be warmed up, but with the extra hot water from the kettle, she could set them in a bowl with the boiling water to get to the perfect temperature by the time the babies woke.

Coronis enjoyed establishing a routine. There was always work to do now, which had been a bit of an adjustment. Having jumped from a life of idle leisure to one of constants had been a bit of a leap. But she was proud of her work. The distillery was ready to sell alcohol, with the small batches having finished their fermentation, the ranch was well maintained with regular work to do. Being a wife and mother had put her to the challenge of organizing things, and she found she quite enjoyed it.

For breakfast, she mixed up fluffy biscuits and put them into bake, before putting sausages on the skillet to fry up. Setting out the spreads for biscuits, reheating the white gravy Striker liked so much on his biscuits, washing and chopping a basic fruit salad. Striker would get eggs with his, but closer to the time. And of course, keeping her ear peeled for the children. She could see that the ranch hands were already awake, the light in their cabin visible from the kitchen window. And by the time the sausages were crispy and set aside, she heard the first fussy wail.

"Bright and early." She sighed. The sun was finally over the horizon, just in time.

Walker was the one crying. Match was squirming, about to wake up, but Coronis picked up Walker first, and soothed him. "There, there my darling. It's a brand new day." He needed a new nappy and would be wanting breakfast soon. "Let's change that nasty diaper hm?"

Walker was relieved when he was changed, just in time for Match to squall in that he wanted his diaper changed too. Coronis affixed Walker to her back with the baby sling before picking his brother up, likewise working to change his diaper, before setting Match in the front sling. They were getting heavier by the day, even though she dwarfed them by a great deal.

"Oh..." Cori made a sad noise. "You two are going to get so big I can't carry you like this anymore...."

Not that would keep her from trying.

The milk in the warm water was just right as she tested the temperature on it, and breakfast was laid out. She sipped her tea, briefly having to stop Match from grabbing at it, before setting them in their high chairs. "We said we'd try peaches today didn't we?" She crooned, picking up their bottles. "So let's be very good and drink all our milk, okay?"

Blessed miracles, feeding the babies was never hard. Both of them are voraciously, without refusing anything, and by the time she'd finished giving them their milk, they were already gabbing at the table. Match had found his voice first and seemed to babble at his brother nonstop when they were awake and playing. Walker....perhaps he was self conscious? He made tiny little "ah" sounds. Sometimes trying to say something.

The peaches had been mashed up the night before, saved for breakfast. And she heard the tapping of hooves upstairs. Daddy was up.

She poured his coffee, and brought over her own plate of warm biscuits with marmalade and butter, before sitting down at the table. Trying to get the boys to try the peaches.

Striker yawned as he descended, but he was dressed and ready, and quickly came to kiss his wife and the two boys. "Mornin'. Smells good down here."

"Breakfast is all ready. Virgil and Flint look like they're up early too." She reciprocated, letting him take his breakfast. "I think Hindy will be by later to take a look at foals, but I'm afraid they were awfully vague with when they would visit this week."

Striker grunted. "Hmph! Hindy's always vague. He says this week, he means a month from now."

Nonetheless, Coronis was treated to a very cute tableau.

Her husband, the love of her life, constantly distracted by his breakfast because of his two sons, trying to encourage them to try more of the mashed peaches, or chuckling when they made a mess. Her babies, her wonderful boys, bright-eyed and curious, with pale yellow mash on their faces and on their trays. Walker with his look of wonder and Match just giddily enjoying himself.

Striker caught her look, and was amused.

"What's that look?"

Cori looked surprised, but laughed. "What look?" She questioned, drinking her tea. "This is just my face darling."

"You've got a look." He teased. "What happened? Did something good happen to you this morning?"

Cori thought it over.

"This morning." She nodded. "Yesterday morning. Tomorrow morning." Striker's eyes widened in realization, and he smiled warmly. "Every morning for the rest of my life."

The twins stopped their play-eating. They seemed to catch her blissful expression, and babbled, reaching out to her. And despite their sticky fingers and hands, she took their little paws and held them close.

"Forever."

[crystaljellie]

I want to make more AU's.... I have like life series fantasy AU. Which is all well and good but a New Life AU would be so fun

GUYS WAIT HEAR ME OUT, NEW LIFE POKEMON/AVATAR AU

It is both, like they still have the magic and origin stuff about them (I'd pick one origin for each of them as their main magic skill) and then on top of that they get bending, or if their powers are already a type of bending it gets converted into that type of bending. And so that's the world set, with the nations.

And then the Pokemon aspect comes in with gyms being scattered across each nation, but unlike in normal Pokemon in this AU, gym battles are a super important thing, like if you're going to partake in the gym challenge, you better be pretty damm good; no beginners.

Champion is the same ranking title as a general would be or higher even, everyone is allowed to have a pokemon though it's not an exclusive thing.

And so, Martyn and Scott being the main characters of this AU, Martyn a chillager and an water bender who specialises in ice bending and is taking the gym challenge to be able to fight in the war against the fire nation and protect those he loves. And then Scott an air bender fungal mage taking the gym challenge as a way to prove that despite the lacking number of his nation after they've been genocided he will not back down.

Oh yeah, there are more Airbenders than just the avatar now. It's an avatar-like setting, but it only has very little of the original plot; most will be replaced.

Anyways new AU moment

[hi-its-chaos]

New Life Modern/High School AU

Where Shulk!Sparrow is partially blind with a service dog named Bruno that helps him navigate

If it's a high school au that Sparrow is the transfer student (either as a high academic sent to a fancy school for a better learning opportunity or parents sent them to a new school after being bullied and harassed for their sight issues)

He also has an orange tabby cat named Tang that is very loud and has a bell on their collar so it's owner always knows where they are

Another idea is that Sparrow's parents are sort of absent. Used to have a caretaker take care of Sparrow until they deemed him 'old enough' and fired the caretaker. The parents have that mentality of "well we just don't know enough to care for them correctly,". Sparrows parents care but are far too unsure of how to be a parent to a disabled kid so they end up being far too hands off

[helluvaoutlaw]

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The stables echoed with the sounds of restless hellhorses as Striker pushed open the reinforced door.

The beasts were already stirring, their fiery eyes glowing in the dim light.

Bombproof, standing tall in his stall, snorted and pawed at the ground, flames flickering along his hooves.

“Mornin', big guy,” Striker drawled, stepping up to the stall with a bucket of fresh meat. “Bet you’re hungry.”

Behind him, Virgil and Flint were already hard at work.

Virgil, the stout and sturdy imp, was unloading crates of meat from a cart, his muscular arms making the task look effortless.

Flint, smaller and wiry, carried a pair of knives to slice the larger cuts into manageable chunks.

“Why they gotta eat so damn much?” Flint grumbled, wiping his brow as he worked. “Feels like we’re feedin’ a pack of Gluttony hellhounds, not horses.”

Striker chuckled, tossing Bombproof a slab of raw meat. The hellhorse caught it mid-air with sharp, jagged teeth, tearing into it with a satisfied growl.

“Y’all can whine later. Right now, let’s make sure they’re fed before one of ‘em decides you look tasty.”

Flint shivered, glancing nervously at a younger hellhorse whose glowing eyes seemed a little too focused on him.

“I don’t think I’d taste good, boss.”

“Only one way to find out,” Striker teased, handing him another bucket.

The team worked quickly, their movements efficient despite the occasional flicker of flames from an agitated beast.

Striker moved from stall to stall, checking each horse as he fed them. His hands were steady, his voice calm as he murmured reassurances to the more skittish ones.

Virgil sliced through a large hunk of meat with practiced ease, handing smaller portions to Flint, who darted between the stalls like a sparrow.

“Hey, boss,” Virgil called, “what’s up with the colt in the corner? He’s lookin’ twitchy.”

Striker glanced toward the stall, where a young hellhorse paced back and forth, its glowing tail lashing sparks. He grabbed a chunk of meat and approached slowly, keeping his movements deliberate.

“Easy, now...” he said softly. “Ain’t nobody here gonna hurt ya.”

The colt hesitated, nostrils flaring as it sniffed the air. When Striker held out the meat, it finally stepped forward, snapping the food from his hand with a sharp bite.

“There we go,” Striker murmured, watching as the colt settled down, chewing contentedly. “Just needed a little extra attention, huh?”

By the time the last horse was fed, the stables were quiet again, save for the sound of gnawing and the occasional snort.

Striker leaned against a stall door, wiping his hands on a rag.

“Not bad for a morning’s work,” he said, his voice tinged with satisfaction.

Flint plopped onto an empty crate, looking exhausted.

“I swear, boss, if these things get any hungrier, we’re gonna have to start huntin’ ourselves.”

Virgil laughed, shaking his head.

“Long as we ain’t the ones on the menu, I’ll manage.”

Striker grinned, giving Bombproof one last pat on the neck.

“Y’all did good. Go grab some breakfast while I finish up here.”

As Virgil and Flint headed out, still bickering good-naturedly, Striker stayed behind. He leaned on Bombproof’s stall, watching the big hellhorse as it chewed its meal.

“You’re a spoiled one, ain’t ya?”

Striker muttered, his tone affectionate. Bombproof snorted, embers sparking from his nostrils as if in agreement.

Striker smirked, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction. This was the life he’d fought for: working with beasts that matched his fire, surrounded by folks he trusted. Out here in the stables, everything felt right.

[kwawiichan]

I finished my new AU it’s called NewLife AU

[wanologic]

sorry danny, sam will never think you’re cool

[occudo]

Hear Me Out So- there is this Podcast musical called 36 Questions... I only did some of the first song, but do you see the vision??

[rika-mortis]

Made a silly alternate version for the previous comic

[krislgfox]

Player’s neighbors when their weird looking son cat is outside

Lazy art cus I just wake up

(Damn I forgot about CatNaps scar)

[rocketbirdie]

i don't want to lose you. i don't want to lose this

[nixisglitched]

JOIN THE STARS

OMFG JOIN THE STARS AU

I MAY BE DUMB, AND THIS MAY BE DUMB, BUT IDK WHY I LIKE THAT NAME SO MUCH

[toffeebrews]

this is totally how they met guys, not a fib is sight...

the kiss was originally supposed to look crappy and it accidentally came out better then I meant to erm

edit: erm ignore the blatant spelling errors 😔

[shepscapades]

[dbhc flavored] Hermit a Day May: Day 24 — Cleo!