#Sanctuary AU

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Revenge

[twst-drabbles]

Octavinelle 17

Summary: A stranger approaches you while you're relaxing on the beach. Your large seafolk don't really take to people just coming up to you all that well.

(My brain is all over the place again. Writing a little bit of everything. Have patience and enjoy the seafolk intimidating peeps with their large forms. I have written, so many words!)

That pocket dimension back home was a strange thing indeed. There wasn't really a surface to breach, nor was there a beach to lay on. It was just water in all directions, no matter how far one goes.

So, with the help of some potions and other magical things, you took the seafolk right into an odd beach that you're more than sure Crowley made somehow. You don't know how, but it had crow shape stones sitting on top of a boulder, so you know he did something.

Well, either way, this place was yours for the playing and the relaxing with.

As soon as you set up the towel and umbrella, all of the seafolk carefully set into the water before they all just dove in.

Azul sank deep into the water as soon as he morphed into his true form, just making bubbles with his lips while he sat there and enjoyed the sun.

Jade seemed to be carving into a raised rock in the water with his claw. He always seems to be busying himself with various little projects and hobbies. Likes to keep his hands busy when he can, for one reason or another.

And Floyd was, well, being Floyd. He was diving to the bottom and seems to be digging for things. Clams, sand-dollars, dead starfish. And just when you weren't paying attention to him, he threw wet sand and seaweed right at your knees.

You didn't exactly come to the beach for yourself to be perfectly honest. Sure, the waters are crystal clear and the weather was just perfect, but it was just one of those days where you simply want to bask in the sun, take in the sea-salt smell and listen to the waves as the seafolk played among themselves.

"Uh, hey! Excuse me," then, an unfamiliar voice interrupted your daydreaming. "Is this spot taken?"

A stranger has made there way here. In a place with clear signs that this was a private beach.

You gave a sigh and pushed yourself up.

"Yeah, spot's taken," you waved behind you, "might want to go elsewhere. It's a private beach."

"Wait, really? Well, can I stay? It's not like you anyone needs to know. You don't really need all this space to yourself right? See, it's my kid's birthday and I wanted to bring the family somewhere really special and--"

Then, there was a dual harsh clicking, right from the throats of Jade and Floyd as they crawled from the waters they were just splashing around in. Jade came to your right side, Floyd covered your left. Water dripped off of them both and right onto your skin.

"…holy--"

A hand landed gently dug its gray fingers into sand and your once guppy dragged himself out of the ever-deep ocean. Deliberately slow, both to not make the waves blanket you while you're relaxing under the shade and also to establish a presence.

You would scold him, but Azul's entirely too in character to really listen. He, Jade and Floyd. Look at them all. Jade was curling his large tail this was and that around your legs to truly make his size and length known. Floyd was grinning and looked three seconds away from slithering right up to this stranger and squeezing him just for the fun of it. And Azul…

Azul didn't do anything besides plop his chin on his folded hands, oh so politely lowering himself just to meet the gaze of this stranger who wandered into this spot snagged. His smile wasn't wide but it was there. Empty, not a shred of warmth in there, but charming to those that don't know him.

"My, I wasn't expecting a guest at all, especially not on this private part of the beach," without the water and layers of barrier to separate you all, Azul's voice was sharper than you're used to. Weird. "Had I known ahead of time that strangers were prone to just wandering into places they're not supposed to be, I would've prepared some entertainment."

Ah. He's angry. Just angry and annoyed. Doesn't see this person as any sort of threat or danger, otherwise there wouldn't be any words. There would only be odd masterfully manipulated waves as they avoid you, but drag this stranger under into the dark depths of the sea.

"Should I do the honors and receive this guest?" Jade gave a wide smile, baring his teeth, "I'll be sure to give them the warmest of welcomes."

"Oh come on, isn't it my turn this time?" Floyd clapped a hand on Jade's shoulder, "I'm sure this little slug could do with some squeezing."

"Stop that," you sighed out, kicking Jade's and Floyd's tail off of your legs. Ugh, they're all slimed up. You didn't get up, just lifted your head to look at the slowly retreating stranger, "Yeah, you might want to leave. Public beach is a ways down from here. Hope you can snag a spot for the birthday celebration."

"Thank you so much sorry to bother you have a nice day!" Apparently that was all the permission they needed to make a mad dash out of here. Well, as much one could dash on dry sand and sandals.

"Oh dear, they tripped," Jade noted, "should I help them up?"

"Jade," you warned.

"I'm joking, dear Caretaker," he injected a lot of fondness in that sentence.

But yeah, a joke. Sure.

"Alright, now then," Azul, let the facade drop and rolled his shoulders, not used to his true weight on land, "let's leave the Caretaker to their relaxing while we take a swim, shall we?"

"Huh?" Floyd, not in the mood, flopped over right over your thighs. You made a noise of discomfort, heavy as he was, but Floyd ignored you. "I don't wanna. I'm tired of just swimming and hunting."

"Really now, why must you be like this?" Azul sighed, tired of his antics, but then something caught his eye in the distance, "Would you say no to chasing boats?"

Now that caught his attention. "Oh? Where? Let me see."

"There, that red dot in the distance," Azul didn't finish before Floyd dragged himself back into the water. He speed off and soon was out of line of sight.

"Hmm, I wonder if they'll have anything interesting on their vessel," Jade follows after, a little slower.

"Azul," you called to him before he could sink back under, "come here."

Just his face alone was enough to give you all the shade you needed and more. He leaned in close, wanting to hear every word that comes out of you.

"Yes?"

"Make sure none of you get into legal trouble," because attempting to stop any all trouble all together was just not going to happen. May as well just settle for this instead so it doesn't go back to you.

Azul gave the softest of laughs. "Well, if that boat is so willing to risk fishing in protected waters, then they shouldn't be afraid of the consequences that may happen. Of what may lurk in the seas they treat as an untouched treasury."

"Azul."

"Fine fine, but I won't make promises."

Eh, that's enough for you. Trying is better than nothing.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 68

The witcher boys run a sanctuary for monsters. Lambert is off on his honeymoon with Aiden, and they're down a pair of hands, so they go about hiring someone to help around the plot. Only problem is only one person shows up to try and get the job. A twink with bright eyes and a big smile, in fancy colorful clothing, who admitted to knowing NOTHING about any of the monsters, and wants to do all of this for "Song Material." Geralt doubts he'll last a week. Eskel puts Geralt in charge of training him. Godsdamn it all.

[sticktopia]

Got bored, did something; Casually made profiles for the Sanctuary AU protagonists

Scar versions under the cut

[midgetmoth]

Mallory and Wild Cloud

I love these two so much. Anyway the wifi has returned! \o/

close ups:

[avida-heidia-5]

TW: Blood!

I’ve been obsessing over this fanfic series I stumbled across recently called Sanctuary by pumpkinning / @sunshinesebby.

For those who don’t know, it’s a Sebchal folk horror romance AU that involves magic, necromancy, gore, death, sexual tension, pining, bondage, and horror elements and themes that’ll send shivers down your spine.

If you like that sort of thing, I highly recommend giving it a read! It’s sooo goooood!!!!! 😍😍😍😍

More sketches to come! 😊

[wsbhonni]

COLLECTKIN FANDOM- COME GET YOUR JUICE!!!

This is a fic that was a collaboration between me and @spoopieere (aka, Orange)! I'll be posting this fic to tumblr in a bit- in the mean time, here's the Ao3 link!!!

(Title Image by @spoopieere)

[sylvanfreckles]

They're waiting on their shelf, but for now they live with the cookbooks!

[pumpkinnning]

it's doooooone ! chapter 33 of sanctuary, rage 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[ladyhallen]

I need to know: How do Sanctuary Kids react when they see Harry and/or James Potter?

I mean Master Harry has to look like them.

Well, For one, Master Harry didn't really keep his time travelling a quiet. Master Harry, if you remember, has terrible PTSD and is a secret alcohol addict. He drinks when the kids aren't there and uses magic to purge it afterwards, not wanting them to see him do it. (not that its a much of a secret from the older kids who love him and are concerned about his liver.)

That state of mind means that he's sometimes not aware that he's letting slip the time displacement thing.

The kids are not stupid. If he keeps saying shit like, "I don't remember that happening during history class." under his breath, then they're going to connect clues.

So when they see James Potter, they're like, ah, the lesser version of Master Harry. Could be a cousin, could be a grandfather, lets just keep watch over him. (But lets be real, there was probably a mass gossiping session with the entire Network when they saw James Potter for the first time in the Wizengamot with his dad.)

When they see Lily Evans, there was less gossip, more intrigue because man, those eyes look super familiar. They didn't connect the dots until the two started dating and went, Wait A Minute.

When Baby Harry was Born, there was a like a massive party. Partly because their Master Harry was born and that they just finally discovered his freaking birthday.

Master Harry was like, "Wait, I didn't tell y'all about the time displacement?"

And they all went, "We know," fondly.

All of the Network kids are rabidly overprotective of Baby Harry. Tom Riddle, in particular, has an entire cadre of his street kids* watch over him whenever he goes to Diagon Alley with his family.

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*I am so tempted to call the street kids the "Baker Street Regulars" as a call back to Sherlock Holmes but lmao, that's going too far. Maybe someone can think up what Tom Overlord Riddle is gonna call them?

[sanctuary-au-ask-blog]

Wishing you luck 💛

[twst-drabbles]

Lilia 12

Summary: You're taking a bath and Lilia decided to come in.

(Just cute Sanctuary Lilia things. Being a little shit. You know the drill with him.)

Today was simply a day filled to the brim with chores. You cleaned out the various baths, removed the fallen tree branches from your backyard after a storm hit, entertained Crowley when he popped over for a unprompted visit, and dragged Crowley back to his house when he passed out in your chair watching the latest soap opera that he somehow remembers all the details of.

And now you're here, taking a bath rather than a shower, because you wanted nothing more than some almost too-hot water to seep right into your joints and muscles. You're not as young as you used to be, but you curse your body nonetheless. Time was a cruel thing that your body was too weak to stand against.

But, this was your only body, so you had no choice but to take care of it, regardless of your feelings towards it. So, all you have to do is just sit back and relax.

However, you're having a hard time doing that, on the account Lilia was standing on the edge of the tub.

"What are you doing here?" You didn't turn around. You liked looking at the sparkly stickers placed on your ceiling.

Lilia tilted his head, not a peep out of him. Even made his eyes glittery and wide, as though his cuteness will be enough for you to give him attention.

It almost worked, unfortunately you're too bothered by the dull pain of strained muscles. You're not annoyed or irritated but a few wrong moves from Lilia could easily get you there.

"Don't do that Lilia, I'm not in the mood." Only then did you close your eyes.

Next thing you knew, you felt a gust of cooler air, the sharp smell of magic, then hot water flowing over your hands.

You opened your eyes to mischievous red ones staring right at you.

No wings, no ears, and neck fluff missing. His arms, entirely human, wrapped around your neck but he didn't get any closer than that.

You frowned. "Lilia, your clothes are getting wet."

You can feel his tights pressing against your thighs, the ruffles of his shorts flowing around in the water, and his large black coat grew heavy and damp with the steam in the air.

"My, my," Lilia leaned dramatically back, hand over his heart, "I come in in all my cutely decorated self, and all you can focus on is the state of my clothes. Are you truly so tired that even your eyes won't let you enjoy my smaller self? I even carefully combed my fluff and everything."

…huh.

You blinked. "Your fluff is nice but I like to take baths alone. You know this. I know this. Why are you actually here?"

You know Lilia to cause a bit of chaos for the sake of entertaining himself, but rarely is he oblivious to your state of being. He should know, or at least figured out that you just want to have a little peace to yourself.

When you made your intentions known, Lilia dropped the dramatics and simply sighed. He removed his arm from your neck and laid his head on the tub. He popped a random bubble as it passed by.

"You've overworked yourself today," he flicked some water onto your shoulder, "I know the feeling of aging bones and muscles. And the need to deny yourself rest because you have to make up for what you've lost or wasted. I just wanted to make sure you didn't collapse while getting out of the tub. It's happened to me, once or twice."

Just to play along, you flicked water back. It landed on his nose, causing him to snort.

"I'm not about to turn to dust, Lilia," you're certainly not as old as he is, "Though, your concern is lovely. But you should still get out of my tub. You're making all the water splash over."

Lilia smiled in the way cats do, eyes thinning. "Only if you let me help you wash up. If not, then I'll just stay right here."

Haa… You know what, alright. You're tired and you just want to get this over with and go to bed.

"Fine, fine. Nothing below the waist though."

"Of course! Let me get my new soaps I found."

Found, huh?

[sticktopia]

We’re celebrating a very special stick today

Happy birthday to our lovely Five. And happy birthday to all the Vics in the multiverse

[midgetmoth]

I made an OC for @sticktopia's Sanctuary AU! (TW: Stick harm, scars, implied death)

Meet Mallory, a male stick. He was born between two sticks, meeting his end early into his twenties. His end left him with a white eye he'd rather keep shut. He doesn't recall how he died, only that his chest has this massive "marking" across it. He put two and two together about the scars on him, but everything else is fuzzy.

He is attracted to both males and females, although love is that last thing on his mind right now...

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

hello im new here but i saw your sanctuary au and i really like it!! unfortunately trying to go through the tag only yielded me two posts and i know there's more bc i saw another one while scrolling the whole blog but anyway that's to say if you've talked about the others who are at the sanctuary i only saw Dain's detailed post and here i sit wondering about sanctuary au dottore and/or capitano and how they interact with foul legacy (based on a canon voiceline is our moth wanting to politely spar with cap or does he just try to fight him at any given opportunity? i think i saw that dot can teleport so what kind of shenanigans does he get himself into?) im going to try to search for the rest of the sanctuary au posts as well i love this au

D: oh nooo the tags for it aren't working?? ARGH i will try to fix it when i have the time because that AU is one of my favorites :)) (also, i did not create it!! the wonderful @/pastelpeachyposts thought it into existence and i am eternally grateful that they did :D

HARBINGERS!!!! MORE HARBINGERS I LOVE THE HARBINGERS- i usually portray Foul Legacy Childe as less battle hungry than in game, but i think he'd still be up for some friendly sparring with a monstery Capitano!! you tell them both that you prefer no blood drawn, but they usually end up with a few nicks here and there, and you simply sigh and sit both of them down to be patched up. Childe still admires Capitano a little bit because he's strong and powerful, but honestly more than anything they both admire YOU for keeping your sanity intact while dealing with multiple Abyss monsters, some of which are NOT as polite and peaceful as Childe

example: Dottore

he probably ranks second in terms of "most chaotic", outdone only by Columbina- but you'd actually rather take care of Columbina, since she's fairly cheerful and likes snuggling, which always calms her down. Dottore on the other hand is not so easily pacified, and yes, he can teleport. now usually he'll tell you if he wants to go outside (or is going outside, you can't really stop him), but sometimes he unconsciously teleports when he's asleep, and when he wakes up he immediately starts getting into mischief. he doesn't panic at all, which is nice, but he also does what he wants and will do it NOW until he gets bored. additionally, the only person he has a chance of listening to is you, so whenever he suddenly appears in some city you'll get immediately contacted, either by friends or officials, to come and get your science-loving Harbinger monster. he'll hiss and sulk a bit, but usually he listens when you say he can continue his experiments at home

and while he trots off to the little lab he's constructed, you slump over in Childe's arms, exhausted from a day of chasing down a stubborn Dottore

[wsbhonni]

Sanctuary (Chapter 1: Awake to You)

Description (copied from Ao3):

The Collector's obsession with his favorite thief went too far, leading him into voluntarily allow Arkin to capture, torture and kill him- fully expecting to die. But Arkin couldn't do it, so now they're at a standoff at Arkin's apartment- which resulted in sex.

Asa's crush on Arkin prior to this can be described by reading "Dogmatica" - on the [The Collector/Arkin O'Brien] tag. Note: Although "Dogmatica" belongs to a series, in this context it poses more as a general idea to Asa's infatuation with Arkin, and is not related to the canon of this fic <3

Tags (copied from Ao3): The Collector/Arkin O'BrienThe Collector & Arkin O'Briencollectkin - RelationshipArkin O'BrienThe Collector (Collector Series)Asa Emorycollab ficWe wrote this in our private dmstaking turns to write the next part as we goPorn With PlotThinly veiled excuse to write these two having sex(Kinda) Canon-compliantbut with A LOT of headcannons and personal interpretationsweird enemies/fuck buddies to loversSub! AsaBut sometimes its the other way aroundbut mostly Arkin fucking Asa's brains outCanon-Typical ViolenceName-CallingAsa is AutisticSmutShameless SmutAlso Asa has piercings- Wesley said soDom! ArkinImplied/Referenced TortureGayGay gay sexrough gay gay sexArkin just straight ignoring he's having a moral crisisAsa tried to get killed but failed so now he's fucking the guy who tried to kill himhe's mildly depressed but that's okaythey are both running away from their problemsSlow BurnSlow BuildAsa has an established crush on Arkin but we havent gotten to that yet tsk tsk tskTags May ChangeNo beta we die like Abby-Topaz-Chad-Lucello-Victoria-Jill-Uhhhhh and the 267 party ravers

"-" : Wsbhonni (MaddlyUpsetti) "*": Orange (SpoopyDooper) (And yes, we did edit each others parts as well! For the sake of transparency lol-)

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*A dream played out before the killer’s eyes before the world fades to black.

Only for him to blink again, his eyes open at the blurry mosaic of a white wall adorned with a few tiny pictures, and a wooden dresser next to a well-used coat hanger. The warm light spilling into his view making him wince. His muscles strains under the slightest movement, when he tries to grasp at the blanket covering him. His thoughts jump to the soft mattress beneath his aching body - is he dead yet? If not, is this the hospital? 

He isn’t entirely sure, but he knows that he is breathing. 

-Asa was too weak to move properly- he wasn't paralyzed, he checked by wiggling his fingers and toes. The room surrounding him was small, lived in and homie. If his whole body wasn't screaming at him to stay still, he would have gotten up and investigated further. Instead, he craned and turned his head, trying to focus on one of the small pictures that decorated the room. A larger frame sat atop the dresser, next to an old television. Once his eyes adjusted, he saw the picture was of a little girl with long dark-brown hair and a tan complexion.

Her smile was vibrant, reaching her squinting eyes- and infecting the man who was holding her and planting a sweet kiss to her cheek. The man, Asa could recognize from a million miles away- was Arkin. A picture of Arkin holding his daughter. The urge to shoot out of bed and examine the pictures rushed through him- but Asa only managed to flop.*The injured man forces himself to lie down, while his vision darts around the room in the meantime. However, his body hopelessly gave up to fatigue- waiting for, presumably, Arkin to come back. Darkness once more engulfed him, leaving whatever that bumps around the expansive environment outside this room to indicate that he is somewhere safe. 

Birds chirped outside, paired with wind blowing between trees, swishing against the window next to the dresser. Asa caught glimpses of other buildings through blinking gaps. He’s in a house or perhaps an apartment- most likely Arkin’s. He’s also possibly in the man’s room too, and this is probably his bed. The thoughts make him squirm. 

A million thoughts rush through what's still slowly recovering from his memory. The killer wonders why Arkin even bothered to keep him alive. Part of him is grateful but the rest would rather jump out the window right now, whatever’s left is there to buzz behind his eye sockets and conjure up bile to gather in his dry pharynx. 

He hopes Arkin comes back soon. 

— — — — — — — — — — 

-When Asa woke up again, the first thing he saw was a familiar silhouette setting a bowl of what seemed to be soup down, still steaming. Next to it, was an unopened plastic water bottle, cold with beads of condensation dripping onto the nightstand. Arkin didn't notice the man was awake and watching him, until he turned to leave, only for his voice to reach him

"What are you doing?" Asa asked, his voice low and weak.

It still made Arkin jump- causing him to turn around and see the man staring at him.

"'Bout time y’ woke up," Arkin greeted almost blankly, "How you feel?"

Asa's confusion was palpable, "Why do you care?" He asked.

"Cause I went through a lot of trouble faking your death and bringin' ya here. Would hate havin' you die on me after all that." Arkin shrugged, as if that answered anything.

*Asa remains confused, the other man knows damn well what he was asking about, he just doesn’t want to answer right now- to be honest he hasn't thought of an answer yet. Was it pity? Probably. Arkin can’t decipher the array of emotions he felt that led him to sparing Asa- nor does he want to make sense of them now.

Asa stayed silent, looking at Arkin like a lost child.

“Just eat and stay inside the house. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back soon.” A tired and dismissive voice replied into the awkward silence. 

He then stepped halfway out the door before an Asa- who’s almost frantically trying to make him stay, spoke up again: 

“Where are you going?”

Arkin glances back : “It’s almost 8am. Work.” The door closes once again leaving Asa alone, and confused.