#accidentally gives my au an au

[at-the-end-of-extinction-fic]

This is spoilers for chapter 37 but like when Angel got bit and if lucifer hadn't walked in when he did and Angel died, what would Husk have done?? It eats at me, I gotta knowwww (you don't have to answer tho! I'm just curious)

If Lucifer hadn't shown up, Husk would've shot Angel. It would've been hard. He would've been struggling to keep it together, because he knows he needs to get Charlie out, but he can't just...leave Angel there like that. Not after everything Angel sacrificed for them. Not when he was the only reason that Husk was standing there in the first place.

Staring at the body and grappling with the fact that he had to do it, but it doesn't change the fact that it was Angel. Until it wouldn't have been.

No doubt Charlie was still in the locker, hands clamped over her ears, and completely and utterly aware of what was going on. Even if Husk wouldn't let her see it.

So, he'd go to the locker. He'd rip up some strip of cloth, it didn't matter where it come from, and wrap it around Charlie's eyes. He'd tell her to wait just a little longer and then they'd go. They'd go find her dad.

Charlie would be sobbing. Tears streaking down the gore and dirt on her face. Lip quivering and chest heaving while she failed to keep herself put together, "W-what about Angel?"

"I ain't leavin' him, kid," Husk would promise, because he couldn't do that to Angel. It didn't matter what sort of danger they might be in or how fucking tired he was or how distraught Charlie was, Angel deserved better than being left to rot where no one would ever find him. And, if they did, they wouldn't know him. Wouldn't know everything he did for them.

It'd take some digging around, but he'd find a tarp, and he'd go and ever-so-gently go to wrap Angel in it. He'd spare some water to clean him up, roll him onto his back and make sure his face wasn't a mess. He'd hate that. So, Husk would make him presentable. As presentable as Husk could when he'd blown out a chunk of his head, at least. It wasn't much, but that'd never been his forteit. He barely bothered to shave half the time...

There were still tears behind him, but they were slowing down. Replaced by miserable hiccups and whimpers. It was funny how they echoed and how the echo sounded deeper. Almost like himself.

He'd wipe his cheeks on his sleeve and roll up the tarp. Then he'd take Angel into his arms and tell Charlie she could take the blindfold off. She'd take one look at the unmoving bundle in his arms and sob anew and he'd tell her that he knew it was hard, but it was time to go. They couldn't stay any longer and they still had to get her back to her family.

The map they'd been given had been studied thoroughly enough that Husk just started moving. He wouldn't stop until they reached an exit that spit them out outside of Boston's walls. It wasn't where they were meant to go, but he had a job to do first.

There weren't many pretty places to put Angel to rest, but Husk would find a tree, and lay down the tarp. He didn't have a shovel, so he'd go looking, and then he'd dig.

He'd dig and he'd dig and he'd dig and he'd pretend not to notice when his vision got blurry or when Charlie went off to pick wild flowers.

In the end, it would be a shallow grave. Husk couldn't make it go any deeper and he half-expected Angel's corpse to jolt with a laugh, but it didn't. He was still. So very, very still.

They'd lay him to rest there and Husk would cover him up. Charlie would decorate the fresh mound with flowers and whisper a faint good-bye to Angel. She'd say thank you. She'd say she was sorry. She'd say he was family. She'd say that she loved him.

Husk's knees would buckle and he'd hug Charlie tight while the two of them grieved. He'd find somewhere for them to camp for the night after and go back to the grave. He'd scream. He'd curse the world. Curse himself. He'd take the gun that had taken Angel's life, his Angel's life, and throw it hard against the tree. He'd fall to his knees and sob and beg and plead. Eventually, he'd go silent, and tiny arms would wrap around him in a hug. Charlie's hand would slip into his own and she'd guide him back to camp. She'd tell him it was okay to cry.

She'd say it was okay to miss him. She missed him too. She knew Husk had loved Angel. She loved him too.

Charlie would tuck up close to Husk and he'd hold her through the night. Neither of them would sleep. Occasionally, one would sniffle. They were both disasters come morning.

They'd pack up in silence, but Husk would go back to the tree with a knife. He carved out Angel's name. Painstakingly adding that he had died brave. He'd been a hero. A father-figure. A lover. Better than anyone had really deserved.

Behind him, Charlie watched, and, when he was done, she held out a hand, and he would take it.

Together, they would head back into the tunnels, and follow the map to the Boston entrance. And, when it lead directly into the Magne manor, Husk and Charlie would make sure that the Mange's would commemorate the real reason that they'd made it to Boston. In some way, Angel's memory would live on.

Charlie would grow up with faint memories of Angel. Husk would never forget.

And when his time came? You'd better believe that the first soul Husk went looking for was his Angel.

[fuumiku]

ACNH AU but it’s just Chil as Tom Nook giving out lax loans to people in need with his half-foot guild, and his close friend Isabelle Marcille helping out and hanging around. Been playing ACNH and came to the realization that Tom Nook & Isabelle give Chil & Marcille energy, and immediately had to draw it…

Man wanted to retire early but still hasn’t stopped. What I want for post-canon Chilchuck is just for him to have Tom Nook energy fr fr

[void-dude]

Welcome to : I like super heroes and magical stuff so I’m projecting onto new media!!! Hooray!

[whenuwishuponastar]

I need more perryshmirtz fanfics from Perry's POV where he's always thinking "how can anyone think this man is evil?? Look at him, he’s a wet cat"

I also need more fanfics with the tag "accidental baby acquisition", I just love reading father Heinz Doofenshmirtz in action, Vanessa being a big sister and Perry being a simp (someone at OWCA leaves an "Im not the stepdad Im the dad that stepped up" mug at Perry's desk)

[themeeplord]

The ferrofluid boys are back for some cuddles~

Rendering these kind of spikes again was so nice! I have not drawn this design enough,, they're so fun :'p

Have you missed the goopy boys @naffeclipse?

[ryssbelle]

Does the flower from your first n2 post have any significance? Why isn't it blooming?

Yes the flower here does have significance!

It’s a memorial flower, the exact species of flower is one I made up, it’s one that has a strange growth period, there’s no real way to tell when it’s going to bloom but it does only bloom at night.

John Dory got the seeds while on one of his searches and gave it to Floyd since at the time Floyd was severely depressed and was spending all day everyday in his room in the bunker. JD had given Floyd a bunch of seeds for a garden but Floyd ended up only planting one which he’s been taking care of since he planted it.

He planted it on Clays birthday so they refer to it as Clay’s flower, but it’s a memorial for all their lost family members, so their parents, grandma, Clay, and Spruce/Bruce

Other than just maintaining it, Floyd also talks to it like the ones they lost can hear him through the flower, he visits it at least once everyday while the other brothers only visit on anniversaries and birthdays. (They also only bring the lights and photos out then as well, to keep the photos safe from damage)

It’s Floyd’s way of grieving :)

[bits-and-beasts]

what happens if there's no dashing hero around when Gaia splits the planet? would anyone survive? is there hope for the future?

since there's no time travel in scrumptious specimens, here's a peak at the distant future. I know I usually post characters after ive already finished their outfit designs. but I feel like its going to take me a while and i'd rather put this out there first!

[amelia-yap]

@white-rose-week day 1: body swap

ecosystems rapidly dwindling in the name of hoodies

[triglycercule]

horror has KR dust can't be affected by KR unless it's by another version of himself. horror's (somehow) still a judge dust wants repentance for his wrongdoings,,,, someone must see where i'm going with this

i just wanna imagine like if dust ever feels like he's doing something wrong (like having thoughts about gaining LV again or something,,,,) he'll just ask horror to give him like. a quick little punch. hit him with a bone fragment because he needs to feel his sins crawling on his back from a true judge,,,,

and then horror's more than happy to do it 😁😁😁 he winds that shit up before he bitch slaps dust :33 oh you need to be judged DONT WORRY DUST horror is a totally impartial judge that totally won't find your situation both ridiculous and entertaining 😁😁

[spotaus]

Hi guys, this is usually what a doodle page ends up looking like <3 (oh, and @ancha-aus thought you might like this! Not writing but certainly fuel to my fire lol-)

This one is New Age filled!!! (Close-ups abd Lore beneath the cut!)

1) Night and Cross!

Night is actually very clingy once he's a teen. He doesn't usually realize it, but around the castle he'll snake to be closer to his Knights so long as there's no one he needs to keep his composure infront of is nearby. Cross is the one who's not used to physical touch (when it's not Ink ofc) so Night in his personal bubble makes his heart melt but also scares tf out of him <3

2) Error and Night's Meeting!

Error was carrying his whole life on his back and trying not to get arrested for unintentional property damage at this point, so when he saw the chance to get back at his brother and prove he was strong enough? Yeah, he got that on chance instantly. And was VERY smug when Nightmare chose him. (Also, Error is wearing gloves, so less Haphephobia)

3) Dream and Blue designs!

I think these are good tentative designs! Dream probably has a more regal fit, but he likes to play up that rugged exile look- He's inspired by Archers, while Blue takes on that classic Knightly-vibe. Their equipment is mostly stolen from Night's troops or brought with them from Blue's home kingdom.

Also, Dream is approx Killer's height at this point, shorter than Cross and *much* shorter than Apple!Nightmare. (Hc that Skeletons tend to be tinier in stature thanks to weird monster beauty standards. Horror and Geno's fam are outliers.)

4) Horror and Dust designs!

Horror is naturally a very *large* monster. He's very malnourished when Nightmare meets him, but by the time he's a Knight Nightmare has made sure that's no longer the case. He actually loves comfy, simple clothes, but to play up the whole 'strong mysterious' bit he wears a more barbaric Knight's garb. He doesn't mind acting scary, it's more fun that way :]. Dust is very very small, and envies horror sometimes for his size, but his tiny stature let's him control his body and move a lot quicker. He's very much based on a rogue, and usually covers the lower part of his face w/ a black cloth, and the upper part w/ his hood or mask. Dust only removes both to bathe, eat, or relax in a safe location. (Ignore that I can't draw the stupid gaster blaster lmao-)

These last two were space-fillers, but Cross and his Borzoi (Windmill, otherwise known as Milly (Killer named her-)) and really bad first wips of Ccino! I think Ccino was a chubby, happy toddler, but lost a lot of 'weight' (bone mass? Magic?) due to stress and pressure and bad eating habits. So it isn't until a while after the Coronation that he starts to relax abd feel safe enough to eat normal meals (Nightmare used to guilt him into eating snacks together, but as his boss (and younger brother) he can encourage it more often). By the time Killer shows he's still not quite healthy, but he's better. As more weight is lifted off his shoulders, the better he is. (That 'beauty' most people saw was a more stereotypical slimness, but Killer never stopped seeing Ccino as beautiful-) I think he never looked traditionally underweight, so no one noticed, and it was only much later that Night processed it. (And maybe it's why Dream hardly recognized him later on-)

[kellterntempest]

the first time stone accidentally burst into flames, eggman's stache nearly burnt off

from my sonic boom au (afterwards, they find out he still retains the Valaka Ruby fire powers)

[plusultraetc]

oh how the poor sleeping habits tables have turned

[tempestmothstorm]

Fishing trip ft. the half-beak fish

Tbh if I ever give a name to the rest of Sayori’s family I’m tempted to just give them other fish related names. She’ll be like “meet my parents marlin and mudskipper” and everyone else will be like “ok👍”

[what-have-i-unleashed]

don't feed the hungry spirit

inspired by my dream-eater nightmare post. another horror story for you guys for spooky month :3

(note: my rushed writing again, also the characters here are probably ooc because it's based on my own personal au for them lol)

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sans couldn't sleep. it's nothing new actually. dreams, bad and good, always plague his slumber. just like the voices of the dead, or the dust and blood that sticks to his clothes. but just like the living, sans has to sleep eventually. and no matter how much he delays it, the darkness claims him every time. and that's when the dreams start ravaging the his mind again.

but one day sans remembers a folklore he heard as a child. about the dream-eater.

call for the dream-eater and he shall eat your nightmares.

what a silly tale only children would believe... but it doesn't hurt to try, does it?

so sans, in a chilly night, alone in his bed but not his head, prays for the dream-eater to come.

and the dream-eater does come, much to sans' surprise.

he's a figure in the shadows, refusing to come into the light. all sans can see is a turquoise eyelight staring back at him. for a moment, he thinks it's just another of his imagination.

"you call for me, mortal?" the dream-eater's voice ricochets in the room and pierces through sans' skull like a ringing bullet. sans can do nothing but nod. the formless voice chuckles.

"you offer me a delicious meal. i'd be a fool to refuse it."

and so, it is the first night sans has a peaceful dreamless sleep.

but it doesn't mean this is the end of his nightmares. countless resets. countless killings. countless deaths. again and again. in a cycle he cannot stop.

so he asks for the dream-eater. again and again. and the dream-eater consumes his nightmares. again and again.

"do you know why they call me the dream-eater?" the dream-eater asks sans one day. sans is lying prone on his bed, idly watching the shadows inching closer to him, until he can feel the freezing cold emanating from the dream-eater.

"it's because i eat not only nightmares, but also dreams," the dream-eater continues. the turquoise light travels near sans' own eyelight. in this close distance, sans could see the flowing black tar covering the deity. he could smell an earthly smell.

"do it," sans says, apathetic. "my dreams. i don't need them anymore."

the single turquoise eyelight crinkles, as if amused.

"with pleasure."

and so, night after night, the dream-eater comes to sans without any summoning from his end. as if that permission is enough for the dream-eater to come to his room, his house, his universe. sans feels... better, or at least he thinks he is. there is no more nightmare or dream plaguing him. and isn't that what he wants? no more haunting voices. no more distractions. just him doing his job. day in, day out. punctual and efficient like he's never been before.

but now, living his life and repeating his tasks again and again feels like a waking dream. he moves like a ghost in his own life. he still experiences insomnia - a habit he cannot break. reality and dream now blur together - it's like he cannot wake up from all of this.

"i won't come here anymore," the dream-eater says one day. sans is sitting among the echo flower field, looking up at the false stars, as the dream-eater hovers behind him. a dull sense of panic and alarm flares in him as he hears those words.

"what do you mean?" he asks, not as frantic as he hopes.

"i have no more use out of you. all you nightmares. all you dreams. all your hopes. i have eaten them all. you're but a husk now, empty of life that i could take."

"if you go, then the nightmares will happen again."

"that's right."

sans stares at glowing lights above him. everything feels so far away, yet so close.

"... what do i need to do to make you stay then?"

sans feel something touching his shoulders. he doesn't flinch away, but it's a surprise and and relief that the dream-eater is actually real at all.

"work for me. i have no use for you as you are now, as my food source. but i can have some use out of you as a murderer."

"... can i still come back home if i go with you?"

"maybe. maybe not. such is the life of a wandering ghost. you never know where you'll end up next."

"... can i have some time to think about it, then?"

"take your time. i'll expect your answer the next time you call for me."

and so, sans lies in the flower field, alone. he has a feeling what his answer will be. funnily enough, he finds out that skeletons can still cry after all.

[worstloki]

Personally I think Thor should be able to hear electricity going on around him and it should bother him a lot btw. He hates the fridge intimately

[kandicon]

Actually I really wanna write a role reversal gerrymichael au and let me be so, so transparent when I say it is literally just bc I wanna fantasize about the tall, gangly blond man beating monsters to death

Everyone else has the same roles. Mary Keay is still Mary Keay in all her abusive and obsessive glory; Gertrude is still the Archivist.

Vaguely spiral aligned Michael who Does Not Like It. Pretends his connection is a hell of a lot looser than it is.

The only benefit (that Michael thinks of the Spiral) is how he can move around the Institute with relatively little interference and watch, after all, it is hard to behold something that is both nothing and everything and never was all at the same time.

Gerry ran away from home really young and actually succeeded. Spent a few years fucking around and learning what kind of benches are best to sleep on before applying to the Magnus Institute because that's what his dad did. He lied to hell and back on the application, but was hired quickly because of how thoroughly touched by the entities he was (thanks Mary) and Gertrude was running low on assistants. Gerry also felt completely justified in faking stuff and that he was perfectly qualified bc he grew up in a bookshop and how much different could it be (very different, as it turns out).

They first meet each other when Michael is prowling through artefact storage like it was a shopping mall, and pocketing everything he saw that didn't immediately mesmerize him. He was nervous and jumpy as all hell, even though this was not the first time he's done something similar and he's fairly certain Gertrude doesn't care, so when Gerry first spotted him from behind, he was immediately suspicious even before he saw Michael try to shove a lamp into his jacket pocket. This led to an altercation that eventually led to the lamp being accidentally turned on, Michael smashing it to pieces with a hammer Gerry had not realized Michael had, and Gerry suddenly being a lot more consciously aware of the supernatural than he was.

Gerry's mother was still obsessive over Lighteners, and she didn't make an effort to hide what she did, but she didn't actively try to educate Gerry on anything to do with the Fears. So he is fairly knowledgeable on the supernatural, but he doesn't know anything concrete about the Fears themselves and their categorization. The role of a stand by sacrifice instead of an errand boy and heir.

Michael still trusts Gertrude, but this time he knows he shouldn't and hates himself for it. Gerry wants to trust Gertrude, and she does hide him from anything Fears related and behaves around him like she did Michael in cannon, but he just feels something off about her and doesn't like it. She's just a bit too much like his mother for him to let his guard down.

Michael gets referred to by "it/its" pronouns once by Gerry as a teasing joke before Gerry fully knows what he is and is absolutely terrified by how happy the pronouns make his feel. (He thinks, maybe, that the Michael of his childhood liked something similar, too, but everything too far back is all twisted and he doesn't know what has been touched by the Spiral and what hasn't, so he doesn't trust any of it). He/it Michael ftw

At one point Michael just started putting black lipstick on himself because some of Gerry's always stuck to him when they kissed anyways n this gave them plausible deniability. Michael will never admit to the little spiral thrill it gives him when people do a double take upon seeing his face, the black lipstick contrasting literally everything else about his style.

Gabriel attempted to track Michael down exactly once, a few years before he joined the institute. He had heard about Michael's unsavory... Hobby... (<- reckless destruction of artefacts and throwing himself at all monsters and avatars he sees with a murderous rage regardless of their affiliation) but spiral avatars capable of holding a conversation are so few and far between and the Great Twisting was almost prepared, so he thought a meeting would be worth it. He showed up at a cafe Michael frequented one day expecting lovely, but tense, conversation, only to promptly lit on fire (mostly) in the back alley behind the cafe after he introduced himself. Gabriel survived, but some of his clay body still hardens unexpectedly or shows signs of firing from time to time.

Occasionally Michael's eyes will change colors and shapes, so he likes to put contacts in (he used to just use tinted glasses, but after one time of Gerry getting lost in his eyes in the far too literal, not at all romantic, sense, he decided to invest in smth a bit harder to take off and forget about). Unfortunately, this sometimes means other, very much not his original eyes will pop up around his body and in his hair as protest when he puts them in. It's not very fun to have to chase off eyes at 6am, but he does it regardless and complains the whole time about how he shouldn't have to deal with eyes when he very clearly isn't of The Eye.

Gerry: Oh hey you were running pretty late. I was starting to get worried.

Michael, not about to admit he spent an extra thirty minutes to get ready yelling and brandishing a lighter at a door that was following him around like a lost puppy: Ummmmmm I forgot my wallet. :((