#Sense of Reality AU

[zap0ch0s]

yo, guys

hey, remember this? https://www.tumblr.com/zap0ch0s/719138967545610240/what-if-the-muppets-sesame-street-and-welcome?source=share

well, I call it "Sense of Reality AU", why the name? well, you'll see

lore? lore

Sesame Street side:

They know that they're puppets and they always knew that they were in a kid's show and they have no problem with that

The Muppets side:

They know that they're puppets but don't know that they were in a kid's show, but they can interact with humans perfectly

DHMIS side:

The rest of the gang don't know that they're puppets and are in a show, except for Harry (vaguely) and Doi (yellow guy), but Doi is like more aware of that than Harry (red guy) and Robin (duck guy), also, Doi is the only one that knows who's Leslie

Welcome Home side:

None of the gang knows that they're puppets and are in a kid's show, only Home knows that and told that to Wally cuz he's it's confidence "friend", when Home is really manipulating him, backmailing him that Wally is it's favorite from the rest, so we can say that Home is a supernatural being that manipulates Wally to get what it wants, and Wally is happy to help his "friend", Home also knows that if some of the others finds out the truth (especially Wally), that would be a big caos, and (un)fortunately, Frank knows something's wrong

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Me in light of a recent reblog.

[mynameisvarian]

Part of the Total Drama Camp Camp AU (Camp Drama)

For a reality show as popular as Camp Drama, You'd expect the chances of you meeting someone who you haven't seen in years would be close to none by the sheer amount of people trying to get their chance at 1 Million dollars, It's almost like a certain Cameron knew that beforehand..

(Check tags for extra info)

[th3idi0tsquad]

just some cover pieces i made for my fan thingies, might change or make better in future. (especially the emh one, THAT THING IS KINDA FUCK ASS)

anyways feel free to yell at me.

[puppetmaster13u]

Imma do a thing. Because my brain decided it doesn't know which to choose (Play Minecraft or Work on Yet Another Au) so Imma combine them.

Imma play Zawa and based off of what I encounter is what animal characters are mixed with and this can go wrong in no way whatsoever :)

[decarbry]

Tbh I like how Spinner is more considerate than the rest and helps poor guy after he fell

spinner speaking complete nonsense

[pawfulofwaffles]

Here have this

[whosname]

Hi, reference that's been living in my drafts for 4 months.

[Id. Digital drawing of Gintoki sleeping and drooling on a chair while wearing a pink sweatshirt with a sleepy Sadaharu wearing pajamas that reads "It's Past My Bedtime" End Id.]

[saline-coelacanth]

With DR season 2 part 1 out, I wanna draw Oliver during some of the scenes, but in order to do that I needed to draw him in the new suits. Technically he is still one of the kids, but I already committed to giving him the same suits as the ninja for season 1, so now he's gotta have updated ones to match.

Idk maybe if I get to a point of not wanting to constantly change his outfit, I might make a new uniform look for him, but for now he gets new suits like the older ninja

[rat-rosemary]

Sometimes I want to talk about my horror road trip au where C!Dream and Quackity are best friends and then I remember that au is pure nonsense

[good-beanswrites]

What are the executions in LCSYS like? How is Es fooled?

Ahh so I’ve actually thought of this a lot! I didn’t want to include anything specific in the fic yet because I wanted to wait for more canon setup, but that certainly hasn’t stopped me from playing through scenarios in my mind all the time asdfdsf…

Most realistically, in a break between trial three and final verdicts, each of the prisoners records a video of them in an electric chair. Since the prisoners aren’t trained actors well versed in death scenes, it gives them several takes and director’s comments to come up with convincing fear, pleading, and cries of pain. Add in some flashing lights and electricity buzzing, and it can cover up any sign of acting. Of course real electric chairs aren’t flashy like that, but I doubt a fifteen year old who is rapidly realizing they just killed someone is going to be considering that the lights and sounds are just for show (plus being in Milgram where so many things are done with odd theatrics). Es makes their decision from a little room by themself, and must watch on a "live security feed" as the prisoners are led into the room "next door" to face their fate.

Since they can’t be 100% sure who Es will forgive, everyone must film one. A few of the prisoners hang around the tiny recording room, offering support and encouragement, and watching the final product back to compliment the actor, but some are too disturbed to stay long / specific friends are too much to handle. Yuno is perfectly composed during everyone else’s, but hearing Mahiru scream shakes her. Fuuta teases Kotoko nonstop about hers, but doesn’t show up on her filming day. Muu is the one telling everybody this type of acting is no different from the mv acting, and ends up breaking down during Haruka’s. Everyone shows up to Amane’s to give her support, but hers really gets to all of them.

The extra angst version (which is a bit harder to swing in my mind because of the prisoners’ lack of acting training) is the same except Es really is in the room with them, able to talk a bit first. They announce the verdict and get the prisoner's live reaction, whatever it may be. It’s way more personal because the prisoners are able to address/accuse/plead with them directly, and this time Es is forced to throw the electric switch with their own hands.

Though the au overall is heavy on the fluff and fix-it, this is the moment where I let myself lean into the angst. The prisoners know how cruel it is to put Es through this, but they must finish the experiment or it will all be for nothing. They have to justify to themselves why it's alright to make Es face such a deeply traumatizing lie, or they try to convince themself that they'll be forgiven no matter what, so there's no lie involved. They study Es' reaction to their deaths, going through a million emotions -- anger than Es would kill them, peace that the reaction proves how much Es cared, but above all, immense guilt that they're putting Es through all this pain.

[wheucto]

with that new revelation in ii2 e16, i feel like there's... a lot less to know about the world of ii. at least, not to know for sure.

because, before then, you could extract some information from passing comments. remember the french or whatever pizza delivery guy who tried to pass as italian, but spoke spanish instead? from that, you could determine that 1. france, spain, and italy are places that exist and 2. if those countries exist, why not all the countries in the world?

but. but, according to what cobs said at least, mephone4 seems to have made everything. he made the weird looking grass. if he made that, then why not anything else? did that guy exist before he came onto the show? probably not! and if he was made that day, was the concept of "france," "spain," and "italy" made that day too?

there's no way for us to know what the normal world of ii looks like. do they have parallel countries to us? well, we know their continents aren't parallel. it follows that their countries wouldn't be, either. who knows what their history is like? how the normal objects are like? will we know?

[0x1lovebot]

𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧; shall we get started?

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warnings; none.

y/n walked down the sidewalk quickly, her legs in autopilot mode as her mind swam with all the things that could go wrong when she met jake.

‘what if we get off on the wrong foot?’ she thought.

‘what if i’m so awkward that he doesn’t want to help me anymore?’

‘what if he thinks i’m stupid?’

‘what if he’s secretly some kind of creep?’

y/n shook her head at that last thought. no way jake was a creep. riki would never be friends with a creep (or at least she hoped he wouldn’t). but y/n was still so nervous. it wasn’t like she hadn’t interacted with him before but it had been so long since y/n had spoken to jake that she didn’t know what to make of everything. sure she had seen him around campus a few times, but something about facing him now was different.

something about jake made her nervous, apprehensive and y/n just couldn’t figure out why, and sadly she no longer had time to. she was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she hadn’t even realized that she’d arrived right outside of the school library.

y/n took in one more deep breath and gave her backpack strap a final squeeze before pushing open the glass doors of the library.

the cool air of the library washed over y/n’s skin as she walked into the building. she greeted the librarian with a small smile before making her way towards the back of the library. she walked slowly through the tall bookcases hoping that it would somehow stall time, but of course it didn’t work.

when y/n made it to the back area of the library, her eyes scanned over every table until they landed on a boy with a vaguely familiar mess of brown hair at the very last table, his face buried in the physics textbook in front of him.

‘wow his hair hasn’t changed at all.’

y/n walked over the boy at the table and tapped on his shoulder.

“jake?” she whispered.

the boy’s head shot up in surprise. “y/n…. hi.” jake said in an awed tone.

y/n was here, in front of him, speaking to him. was he just imagining this? was any of this real? jake couldn’t tell. and he didn’t care either. all he could think about was y/n’s pretty eyes meeting his and her bright smile shining like the noonday sun that hung in the sky. he sees her all the time but up close she was just so mesmerizing.

“um is it ok if i sit here?” y/n asked.

jake blinked a few times before registering what she had said.

“yeah yeah of course! sorry about that!” he said as he frantically moved his papers and textbooks closer to his side of the desk.

y/n sat down next to jake and reached into her bag, taking out her physics textbook and notes. “no it’s fine. i bet all those physics classes really keep you busy.”

jake scoffed lightly. “yeah being a physics major can be pretty hard sometimes.”

“well considering the fact that you tutor people in the subject, i think you must be pretty good at it.”

jake’s face grew so warm that he felt that he would pass out.

“oh- um thank you.” he said bashfully, looking down to hide the pink tint that had taken over his face.

y/n almost wanted to coo at jake’s sheepish behavior. it was just too cute. she was starting to realize that she didn’t need to be nervous. jake was just as kind as she remembered him. this would be fine. everything would be fine.

jake cleared his throat, cutting through the silence that had formed between them.

“so um shall we get started?”

y/n flashed jake a warm smile and opened up her text book. “we shall.”

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[imhereformysciencefriends]

Day 6: Galra Allura

Tags: @loturaweek2024 Species swap, alien culture, Galran Empire, helping someone you dislike and hating it the whole time, deep seated propaganda/brainwashing, touch starvation

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Prince Lotor was an embarrassment to the Galra name and species. Everyone knew that. To even touch him was to risk being polluted by the filth that tainted his bloodline and made him soft, pathetic, vulnerable. To associate with him? Was to practically volunteer to join him at the bottom of the pecking order. He was alive only because he had half-inherited his father’s martial prowess (and how powerful was the mighty Emperor Zarkon, that even half his strength should best any Galra that challenged Lotor!) and because Galran custom forbade even Zarkon from ridding the universe of his own child.

Allura knew that.

Allura was a good, dutiful, honorable, hardworking Galra. She was proud, as all Galra were proud, she was fearsome, as all Galra were fearsome. She was cutthroat and coldhearted—and maybe that was a lie.

The smell of blood was not foreign to her. She’d spilled plenty of it, herself. His shouldn’t move her. It was good, she justified to herself, that she concerned herself with the wounds and wellbeings of other Galra, for Galra were all as one, united under their glorious emperor, and to uphold and uplift the Galra around her was to uphold the empire as a whole, she self-rationalized. But Lotor was only half Galra, his blood tainted with Altean genetics, she shouldn’t care if he bled, if he ached, if he hurt, if he gasped as he rolled himself onto his knees and hand, the other wrist too damaged to put his weight on.

Really, she would be doing him a favor just for walking by. If she just strode past him and the unconscious bodies strewn around him, hell, she should be concerned about them, not the one left standing (or, well, kneeling. Getting there).

…Maybe, since he was half Galra, it would be alright if she half-cared?

She didn’t ask or offer, simply walked up to him, got his good arm slung over her shoulders, and lifted. He growled at her, and she growled back, not exactly happy about this either (damn her soft heart! A Galra should be better!), but his anger settled into confusion when she merely pulled him to his feet.

“...To what do I owe the honor?”

“Can it,” she snarled. “Let’s just get you out of here before any of these fools wake up and try for a round two.”

Because yes, that was it, they were the fools. Everyone knew Prince Lotor inherited half the emperor’s strength, it was their fault for thinking that they could best even that.

As a group.

Against one man.

She grit her fangs. Life wasn’t fair. Of course Galra didn’t play fair. It wasn’t honorable, exactly, but she doubted this was an official challenge for anything. And how did a prince get picked on this much anyway!? It was embarrassing for him.

“I rather must admit, I had thought when you approached me you intended to finish what they’d started.”

“If you keep chatting so much, I just might,” she snapped, with less heat than she’d intended. The line of his arm across her armor was distracting (it was always distracting) (she had yet to shake off the childish need to be touched outside of battle. Shameful). It was distracting her. This was a distracting situation.

“...Thank you.”

“Please,” she muttered quietly, “don’t ever mention it.”

And, see, again, Allura was distracted, it was a distracting situation, she wasn’t thinking about where she was going, because she’d just finished her shift and had been heading back to her apartment, and in lieu of actually taking Lotor somewhere her body just. Finished the trek home.

She stopped in front of the door to her room, very clearly in one of the residential halls, very clearly embarrassed with herself, even with her downturned ears hidden by her helmet and her blush underneath her fur.

He laughed, damn him, a soft, breathy, barely-there sound. “And where, precisely, has my valiant savior taken me?” Lotor asked, teasing and very knowing and sounding quite amused, the bastard. She shoved him off of her into the wall.

“You know I’ve had about enough of your sass!” she snarled, fangs bared, and he laughed again, louder, though his eyes were sharp on her, treating her like a threat. Good. She was one.

“Forgive me,” Lotor said, still sounding amused, if cautious, “I’m afraid my mouth has played the culprit in many of my altercations. I just can’t seem to control it.”

“Perhaps you should learn.”

“Perhaps.”

She crossed her arms and huffed, then. Well. Conceded in looking away first. It bristled, to be the one to look away from Lotor, embarrassment of the Empire, but she could admit she was being just slightly ridiculous (she’d been the one to bring him here, after all), and even if he did take advantage of the deliberate show of weakness, she doubted he could do much against her, down a wrist and limping like that.

“Your breath seems caught enough,” she muttered, still turned away. “You can make your own way from here. I’m going to rest.”

She slammed her hand down on the ID pad and her door slid open for her, allowing her to storm in.

“Wait!” Lotor called, soft but urgent, and she stilled in the doorway, cocking her head to look at him and her lip lifted just enough to snarl with one fang.

“Please, at least tell me your name.”

“...Allura. Now go away.”

The door didn’t slam behind her, just neatly closed like it always did, and she found herself resenting the emotionless metal for its lack of force. Good riddance. She was supposed to be enjoying a varga or two of personal time before she slept and went back to work the next day. Not dealing with stupid princes and their stupid faces and their stupid injuries and their stupid, breathy, lilting laughs that sounded so soft and inviting and their stupid smug faces and stupid, stupid, stupid!!!

Her face burned as she stripped off her armor, flinging it roughly at the armor stand. Whatever! She hoped she never saw him again!!!

(Except she did, she did, she wanted to see him. Stupid. Pathetic. Weak Allura).

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

My vld time travel au is really just- Beautiful morally grey women, who have close but concerning platonic relationship with Lance, and want Lotor dead/trying to violently murder him, not out of malice or vengeance or anything personal but simply because of pragmatic "it's for the greater good" reasons and they are sorta?? Right about it