#also. introducing a tag for this au:

[hitorimaron]

Inspired by You asked me for my lighter, I gave you my fire by @chupenguin

[fierysakura]

“You think that’s bad? Master Obi-wan keeps jumping out as soon as we touch the breathable atmosphere-“

Early days: Just a couple of padawans talking about the madness their Masters get up to while waiting for a transport.

Ahsoka and Enaya are crèchemates (along with Daesha and Izhala) and despite or maybe because of their opposite personalities, have always been very close. Hearing they’d share so many missions was a relief, especially with how rarely they saw the two older girls.

As for the missions themselves, between Ahsoka’s penchant for causing trouble and Enaya’s ability to talk them out of consequences - easily able to pull obscure laws out of thin air after spending so many hours memorising things as a healer - things always got interesting. Doubly so considering who their Masters are.

(Edited to add Enaya’s scars)

Design Stuff:

Ahsoka’s Armour: With her super acrobatic fighting style, the idea is all the blue and white stripes make her literally dizzying to look at.

Enaya’s Armour: This is her first armour set. As she grows, she gets new pieces in dark blue/black until she gets to the design sheet.

Because listen. Even if their Masters have a death wish, I’m 110% sure they’d put the kids in as much armour as possible without restricting movement.

Also this is S1 Ahsoka with some clothing edits for obvious reasons.

Art only allowed for personal use ie. phone/laptop wallpapers.

Do not repost or upload. Reblogs are always appreciated.

[gentil-minou]

Wei Wuxian licks his lips and leans forward slightly, walking his fingers across the countertop aimlessly toward Lan Zhan. “You know, Lan Zhan,” he drawls, “A-Yuan says we’re both in the book.”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan responds, tracking the path of his fingers intently, “I am apparently Hanguang-jun, the moral upstanding hero.”

“And I’m the devious Yiling Loazu, who led you astray,” he smirks, peering at Lan Zhan through his lashes.

Lan Zhan meets his stare, head-on, lit from within like molten sunshine. “No,” he corrects, “not astray, Wei Ying.”

Wei Wuxian tilts his head, waiting for him to continue. His fingers stop their dancing, resting just inches away from Lan Zhan.

Lan Zhan shifts his own hand, bringing them even closer, their fingertips almost brushing.  

“The Yiling Loazu did not lead Hanguang-jun astray,” he says, eyes piercing as they flicker between Wei Wuxian’s. “They were partners, and…”

“Ah,” Wei Wuxian breathes, “the decent romance?”

Lan Zhan doesn’t answer, watching him closely. The pupils of his eyes have grown so large there’s only the tiniest ring of gold around the edge. He can see himself reflected in the black. He thinks he likes the version of himself that lives in Lan Zhan’s eyes.

They’re standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting for the other to take a step forward, bracing for a fall.

It should be terrifying, this sudden drop into something completely new, something entirely unknown yet so familiar. But Wei Wuxian is filled with conviction that no matter what, Lan Zhan will catch him.

It's as electrifying as it is calming, this certainty that here, with Lan Zhan, he is safe.

Wei Wuxian tilts his head to the side in a way he knows sets the unmarked skin of his neck on display. “I’m sure it was more than just decent, with a handsome hero like Hanguang-jun.”

Lan Zhan quirks an eyebrow, his gaze resting on the curve of Wei Wuxian’s neck, just as he’d hoped. "Handsome?"

“Well,” Wei Wuxian responds, tapping his index finger so it brushes against Lan Zhan’s fingertips. His skin is soft and perfect, just like the rest of him. “He isn’t wrong. You’re very handsome, Lan Zhan.”

“Really, Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan says, voice quiet and deep.

“Yep, definitely worthy of being compared to the beautiful Second Jade of Lan.”

“Is that so?” Lan Zhan shifts closer, the smell of him filling up Wei Wuxian. He smells so familiar, like something he knows intimately. Sandalwood, Wei Wuxian realizes, with sudden clarity.

Lan Zhan continues, “I would love to hear more about your opinion on my beauty and prestige, Wei Ying.”

“You don’t know anything about me, Lan Zhan. Why would you care what I think?”

Lan Zhan tilts his head, only just. “Do I need to? To want to know how your brain works?”

I commissioned this lovely artwork by the wonderful @lotuslate of a scene from my fic, once upon a time, 很久很久以前 where the entire cultivation world is cursed to live in the modern world without their memories and abilities, but of course wangxian find a way to fall in love all over again.

[anirritant]

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they're refusing to let him go so he's being annoying lol

previous stuff here n here

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Aftermath

After waking up from a ten year stasis, Gordon finds himself back in the ruins of Black Mesa.

Notes: Hi half life fandom this is my first fic posted for HL. Also this is the first reveal of my HL au: Aftermath! So thats pretty neato, anyway hope you enjoy this short little prologue thing

Blackness was all he saw; darkness for miles, with pure nothingness filling the gaps. He couldn’t feel, see, or hear, and even trying to think of a single thing was proving to be a greater challenge than he’d expect. His thoughts blurred together into a sludge of meaningless ramblings, leaving him unable to process where he was, or how he got here. He had vague memories flashing in his mind, glimpses of concrete corridors and alien fauna. It was maddeningly barren, with the silence being enough to drive a man mad. How much time has passed since he arrived here? Has it been seconds? Days?  Time itself felt nonexistent at that very moment, simply a construct that meant nothing in this place. It felt as if he was in a dream, trapped in his own head as he traversed his own subconsciousness, floating in a vague void, unable to act or react to anything that could possibly be in there. He all but gave up hope of escaping this dark Hell he had found himself in, until he felt himself being pulled by an invisible force, and abruptly, there was light.

Gordon’s senses came back to him as fast as a train crash, the feeling of barely healed fractures and lacerations coming back to him as his nerves fired. Ringing flooded his hearing, with the HEV’s computer voice, an artificial voice he came to despise, sounding muffled and making it hard to process any of the words being said to him. He couldn’t move, his limbs feeling as if they were being pinned down by a massive weight, as if he was on the bottom of the ocean. The numbing pain shot up his legs and arms, though despite his wishes, there was no way he could even scream, with his throat tight and his vocal cords useless. He couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes, with the weakness draped across his body making even that menial action nearly impossible. He began to wonder if the infinite void he was in before would be better than reality, with the idea of feeling nothing rather than feeling everything to a painful degree seeming like a better option than what he was forced to bear.

As he laid on the rubble, he began to hear something new past the waning ringing; footsteps approaching him. Gordon desperately wanted to move, to protect himself from the new danger, yet as much as he tried, his limbs refused to budge. Soon he realized it was multiple sets of footfall coming near, and soon, he began to make out a voice.

The words slurred together in his mind, making the message hard to decipher, but a few words cut clearer than others:

“Breathing. Freeman. Alive. Help. Out.”

Gordon felt his limp body being moved, raised from the ground by someone, or something, being dragged across the concrete floor to somewhere else. Despite his foggy mind, Gordon couldn’t help but consider the worst; Xen creatures dragging him elsewhere to slaughter him as he did to them, and Military personnel taking him somewhere to question, torture, or even execute him were among the possibilities his short-circuting mind had come up with. However, before he could even do anything to try and prevent whatever fate might befall him, he felt himself drifting off, falling unconscious yet again.

He slowly stirred awake once again to hear the sound of an engine running and tires rolling across a gravel road. He was almost afraid to open his eyes, yet when he gained the strength to do so, his eyelids opened and he took a brief glimpse around. Through his blurred vision, he saw he was in the backseat of some sort of vehicle, laid across the seats. His metal HEV pressed against his body awkwardly, making any movement he could make uncomfortable. His head was supported with a wadded-up hoodie, and his body was covered by a thin blanket that had been thrown onto him. It was strange to see simple kindness extended to him, though he couldn’t help but wonder if it was a trick to make him let his guard down. He glanced towards the front seats, seeing the back of the drivers head, but not who was in the passenger seat. They were speaking to one another, but yet again the words fell out of Gordon’s grasp. He felt himself beginning to drift off again, and despite his wishes to stay awake, he grew limp as he fell unconscious yet again.

When Gordon next woke up, he was greeted with cold air around him. As he was pulled out of unconsciousness, he began to hear rhythmic beeping beside him; something he immediately recognized as a heart monitor. Gordon felt as if a weight was taken off of him, and when he gained the strength to open his eyes again, he saw the reason why. His HEV suit was missing, and he was instead wearing a pale blue hospital gown from what he could gather. He was laying in a bed, with its stiff mattress, albeit uncomfortable, feeling like heaven compared to laying on the cold concrete floors of Black Mesa. He saw bandages covering parts of his body, old blood seeping into them. Past his bed however, he could barely make out anything, with everything being blurry and hard to make out. He must have lost his glasses somewhere, but it was the least of his worries as the pain began to seep in. 

All his limbs felt sore, making it hard to move a single finger. His leg had a throbbing pain in his knee, and he felt as if he was being slashed with knives whenever he attempted to move his arms. His heart felt heavy and his lungs stinged with every breath. When was the last time he took a break to breathe? It felt like the days worth of fighting for his life hit him all at once, making him feel nearly paralyzed, and too tired to do anything to fight it. He began to wonder if it was best to be asleep; at least he wouldn’t have to think or feel. He began to wonder how he got here, racking his brain to try and bring up any clue of what had happened. The last thing he remembered before he woke up was being knee-deep in what he could assume was blood, staring up at something…he couldn’t even begin to describe. He killed the thing keeping the portal between earth and the border world open, so why did he feel so…empty? It felt as though his accomplishment meant nothing, as if he was missing something deep inside. He closed his eyes, attempting to fetch his blotted out memories for a shred of explanation, all before he shot his eyes open, a single image returning to his consciousness.

The man.

Gordon’s memories became clear as day when he remembered the man in the dull, navy blue suit. He remembered its unnaturally piercing eyes, staring deep into Gordon’s very being as if it was examining his very soul and regrets. He remembered its face, with it looking aged, yet it felt ageless at the same time. He remembered the unnatural way it stood, as if it was being held up with strings. He recalled the way it spoke to him as if it never spoke in its entire life before that very moment. He never got its name or its motivations, but something about remembering the man and its almost human facade caused his heart to skip a beat. Paranoia crept up in his mind, and the feeling of being watched began to be overwhelming. Something wasn’t right, as if something he didn’t see was coming after him. He needed to get out of here before it arrived.

Gordon forced his arms to move as he sat up in his bed, wincing before he turned to step out of bed, clasping the side of it with one of his shaking hands. As soon as he put weight on his leg, however, he collapsed onto the linoleum floor, ripping his IV out of his arm in the process. He let out a small squeak; the closest he physically could get to a scream, a pathetic noise that reminded him just how helpless he truly was at this moment. He pushed himself up as much as he could, arms shaking at the exertion, but he couldn’t get back onto his feet. As he tried to get off of the floor in vain, the door to the room opened, and a person appeared in the doorway. It was a nurse, coming into the room only to be greeted by Gordon unsuccessfully escaping his bed. She appeared surprised, immediately approaching him to help with getting him back onto the bed, despite his best tries to escape her grasp. She said a few things to try and comfort him, but Gordon couldn’t process the words before she quickly left the room, coming back with another doctor, presumably for help.

Gordon hated the fact he was back in the bed, with a new IV being attached and bandages being replaced. He wasn’t sure when the next threat would rear its head, and he needed to be prepared for when it did. Yet, he was all but incapable of doing anything of use, and he had to accept it. He could barely even move, less shoot a gun or swing a weapon at anything. 

“Dr. Freeman?”

Gordon was surprised to finally make out what someone was saying, looking up at the doctor who had just finished reattaching his IV. 

“You’re lucky to be alive,” He stated, almost smiling slightly. It was unclear if it was to try and make light of the situation or if it was relief. “Even more lucky to be awake right now. Though please, don’t try getting up again, alright? You might reopen stitches.”

Gordon stared at the doctor’s face blankly before leaning back and staring at the ceiling as the doctor continued talking.

“A couple of scavengers found you back at the ruins of Black Mesa, or, at least that's their story. You’ll have to speak with the police about the entire situation.” the doctor continued, “The Vortigaunt said you were lucky to be found in there, apparently had to drag you out of there.”

Gordon’s brows furrowed, not recognizing the word “Vortigaunt” despite the doctor bringing it up so casually. He looked back at the doctor with a puzzled look on his face. 

“I’m sure everyone will be happy to see you’re alive,” The doctor chuckled, trying to make light of the situation despite Gordon not reciprocating the cheerful atmosphere. “You’ve been gone for a long time, so a lot of us thought you would never return.”

Gordon’s puzzled expression turned to a look of borderline anger, wanting to ask so many questions but being unable to; he didn’t even know if the doctor knew sign language, and he didn’t have paper to write on, that is if he had the strength to hold a pencil.

“You look…upset,” The doctor said, his smile fading, “I can understand why, but if it brings you any comfort, you have hundreds of thousands of people who were wishing for your return. You’re a hero, you know.”

Gordon doubted that sentiment.

“We…believe you were in a coma, sir,” The doctor glanced at his nurse, as if he wanted help breaking the news, “...one that lasted ten years, so you're...lucky to be alive at all.”

The doctor continued to explain the situation, claiming that Gordon was lucky to have his brain still functioning despite being asleep for that long, but the words went through one ear and out the other. Gordon didn’t process the doctor trying to speak to him, only staring into the wall behind him as he leaned back in his bed. He didn’t even blink once as reality seemed to become meaningless, dissociating as his brain wouldn’t even allow him to process the time lost. To him, he was gone for a few mere moments, but an entire decade had passed in the time it took him to escape the void he was in for a brief, yet agonizing time. He wondered if his friends had forgotten about him, if they were even alive after the Resonance Cascade; they almost certainly believed he was dead at the very least. Gordon had been dead to the world for so long, he felt surprised anyone came to rescue him at all. After all, who would rescue the man who caused so much death in the span of a few days? Was he supposed to go back into normal society after everything? Was he supposed to be praised as a hero, despite the fact he was just a lowly scientist who just wanted to survive?

Gordon wished to go back to sleep. Being awake felt more agonizing than the temporary stasis ever did.

[lil-oreo-crumbles]

I hope its alright to send asks about posts u make (I'm new here hello) but OMFG I get you SO HARD writing for svtfoe can get so complicated when ur trying to comply to the canon information knowing the canon is shakey and lacking to begin with... ESPECIALLYYYY if you're writing/reimangining stories about the antagonists😭 best of luck to you in your endeavours fr

AH THANK YOU DW ITS TOTALLY ALRIGHT AND ENCOURAGED

Canon compliancy is one of the biggest reasons why my au has taken so long to write (8 years this July!). I’ve had to figure out the magic system, most of the history of Mewni, how things exist in the first place, and fill in plot hole after plot hole, and that’s not even getting into the thing you specifically mentioned (writing stories about the antagonists). I’ve studied Toffee for a long time and I know exactly what I’m doing with him, but yeah it’s especially hard when you’re not only writing for them but trying to get the audience on their side!! (ESPECIALLY if they’re villainized and demonized as irredeemable to hell and back like Toffee)

But even when I’ve been canon compliant I’ve noticed that a lot of things I write that might be seen as a retcon don’t actually contradict canon, they’re just a reinterpretation of what we’re given, and being able to do that is super duper cool. Like, Toffee and Eclipsa are never mentioned explicitly to have met, and he’s not mentioned at all in her chapter, but neither of that is concrete enough to prove that they never met. There’s so many reasons you could come up with on why he’s not in her chapter and it totally works to be canon compliant.

Honestly? The reason I’m so insistent on being canon compliant is because I want this to feel like a genuine continuation of the show. I don’t want it to exist as its own separate thing, I want it to really feel plausible, and that’s why I refuse to diverge my way out of holes, no matter how deep they go. It’s a fun challenge, writing a narrative with established rules in a box that I can’t break out of. Is it hard? Totally. Do I think it’s been worth it? Absolutely.

And thank you!! I appreciate the luck sm :D

[mayo-productions]

You guys genuinely don’t understand the whiplash I feel after drawing LF Mateo (an au) constantly for over a month and then suddenly jumping back to Spiderverse Mateo for Arachnopi stuff. Like ??? Are these guys even the same character anymore?? lol /lh

[snobgoblin]

I've recently become obsessed with Jaume Barba's "The Kiss of Death" and I do want to draw something inspired by it at some point

[megamozartx]

"Hey Mozart, what kinds of things do you draw?"

Occasionally good, mostly shitposting, and apparently I redesigned Piano to be a judgmental goth.

And here's one time I drew Ruby-Spears Bass + Piano + Zero:

I've been drawing since I was 8 years old I'm very serious.

[marypsue]

“Don’t mind me,” Pacifica calls after them, as they clomp their way up the steps with a series of old-building creaks and groans. “I just love hanging out alone, with nothing to do, in dingy basements that smell of old beer and rotten potatoes. I’ll just be down here. With the..." Dipper can hear her lip curl in disgust. "Bugs.”

nobody asked for more of this but too bad, also 'Pacifica Northwest as an SPN demon' was something I knew I needed but I had no idea how much

[raystriker]

I saw your post about Masmune and Yuu being siblings AU and can you pls tell us more, I am intrigued in that idea 👀

GOD, OKAY UH. so like my au is technically not at all canon compatible, because of the circumstances of them being brothers, but i do think the idea of them being brothers works wonderfully in canon regardless, because we have no clue about either of their parents, and they're very brothers coded.

in my au the whole thing is dependent on doji being masamune's dad. which i do also like to hc for funsies for canon, but ultimately is nothing more than a fun what if, so bear with.

as for canon, if like... doji's son is still a thing, it would be very funny because then the dark nebula is just half a nepo organization. doji puts his children in there to work for him. masamune gets sent to america because doji doesn't want him in battle bladers, but yuu. well. yuu is like ryuuga's bestie. so he gets to stay. it's also why yuu has so many toys and gets special treatment a lot of the time. until doji shows that he is father of the year and attempts to get his son killed for losing a battle. it would make the gan gan galaxy dynamic a whole lot funnier though, because you'd still have masamune and yuu constantly at odds with each other, but now there's a layer of sibling love behind it. masamune would wreck the garcias. yuu would not be as nonchalant about masamune getting lost in russia. but still they'd be estranged, because they spent so long apart. yuu would probably have little child hatred because masamune didn't have to go through what he did. masamune would be upset on a million different levels for a million different reasons, but he's mostly mad at his dad for doing all this to his brother. SUCH FUN!

in my au specifically yuu and masamune are also age gap (half) siblings, because like yadda yadda doji divorced masamune's mom, masamune moves to japan, things happen. and like there doji has a fling with some woman that results in another child, because he's not been careful. mom of the kid dies in childbirth and now he's left with a gremlin child. masamune would've been like... at least 18 when yuu was born. so that's what we're dealing with in this au. i haven't figured out the exact age gap yet, but it's somewhere around that

masamune was actually kind of excited at the prospect of having a brother. and he does love yuu, especially because he helped raise him. they do absolutely still fight like siblings, and their dynamic is still very much like in the show because that's just their personalities for you (it also explains why yuu is the way he is. masamune is nothing if not a bad influence). yuu always jokes about being closer in age to masamune's kid than to him, and when yuu was younger people thought masamune was his dad.

this got super rambly i'm so sorry, but i just have a lot of thoughts in my head

[cheaploafs]

WIP Thursday✨

Thank you for tag @woodlandeelf !!

I've been working at writing up and fixing chapter 3 of siren au today while waiting for my tablet to charge <3 Here is a little snippet of Lucanis and Ivy meeting at the Temple of Andraste + a small dose of forced proximity :)

I won't be tagging anyone but if you see this it is free game to post and to tag me! I would love to see your works <3

"How did you know?" more questions. "Diving into my mind again?" Ivy's head tilted to the side as they shook their head. "Not yours." they said in a hushed tone, "And not here." "Why not?" He followed their movements as they seemingly pointed out the few acolytes in view, most of which were tending to the gardens herbs. Too many prying eyes and nosy ears, right. "If we stay here long they'll ask for the priest.. and if he finds us then well.." "Then we leave.. Is there another way out of here?" Ivy nodded, their hand reaching for his own and as before he allowed for them to take it in their grasp, leading him through the courtyards many paths till they reached they reached what looked to be a blocked off corridor. They turned their head, making sure Lucanis was still close behind and proceeded to move forward, opening the locked gate and giving him space to pass through. If Lucanis wasn't trespassing before he certainly was now. The path that once started in the vibrancy of the gardens slowly descended into a more catacombs like structure, the deeper they went the more ancient the place began to feel. They must've been nearing the basement, or maybe they were long past it. Just as he were getting ready to ask his body was dragged into a small corridor. Ivy's hands rested firmly against his chest, the two standing opposite of one another as their backs were up against the wall. He kept control of his breathing as he heard the the echos of what appeared to be an on going conversation and as they grew closer he could hear their footsteps against the stone, the language they spoke unrecognizable to his ears. If they were still in his mind might as well utilize it. Where are we? He kept his focus on the one in front of him, their fingers tugging gently at his shirts fabric. Their eyes flickered between him and the corridors opening and once it seemed the two strangers made their departure did he manage to get the bronze eyes into view. The sanctum beneath the temple. they answered. There is an exit close by to the outside. Hidden. A sanctum beneath the temple? Now that was intriguing. Ivy was the first to move, their body leaning close as they surveyed the pathway, the hand against him still unmoving. He could begin to feel the sharp edges of their nails, the thought of them making a small puncture wound coming to mind. Before he could picture it any further though, Ivy was already pulling him out and into the open. The so called sanctum felt like an entirely separate portion of the temple, an underground cavern with a water way that streamed right to the sea. There were even signs of life from the looks of it, doors that were opened held glimpses of bed-space and even the smell of food lingered at certain parts. If only they weren't on borrowed time, Lucanis would have been interested in seeing more of the place. Eventually Ivy led them to their destination without any faults, the smell of the sea close by and a light breeze pushing past what appeared to be the bars of a long forgotten sewer grate. He had completely forgotten the hold they had over his hand, the loss of it catching his attention as they moved forward to pull the grates latch back. Old steel such as that couldn't have been easy to shove but Ivy made it seem as if they were handling it with ease, having it opened within minutes. He took the initiative in moving ahead first, pushing past the leaves and overgrown flora while the mage closed the grate behind them "You just arrived and already know the temples secrets?" he said, finally giving himself a chance to breath. "If you found yourself living in a new place, wouldn't you take the time to learn it?"

[overthattwilight]

Professor, I'd never dream of betraying you. You trust me, right?

Future Flora AU

In this AU, instead of Future Luke, there is Future Flora who guides Professor Layton and Luke in Future London

She is part of the family, but is helping Future Luke to stop Future Layton. So she is a spy

Future Luke still exists, but due to him being in trouble recently, Future Flora takes his role. Until Future Luke fully recovers, she will be there for Professor Layton and Luke

However, there is something dubious about Future Flora...is she really on Future Luke's side? Can she be trusted?

About her true identity, her real name is Chloris. She is a stage actor hired by Clive. The reason she joined him is to have revenge on Bill Hawks

Future Flora taking Future Luke's role wasn't what was planned, but no problem to Chloris. She is a professional at acting, and she plays her part well

Her being a dubious character is intended, to let Future Luke step in whenever the time comes. She doesn't know exactly when, but she's keeping the character until she gets the sign

[neomagicstar]

ALRIGHT GUYS reposting the AO3 link because I fucked up a couple of times on it lmao

Sonic Forces: Phantom Reality is an AU based on my Sonic Human AU, where Sonic loses at the end of Sonic Forces and is 'banished'. Presumed dead, twenty years pass, the entire world changing as Neo (AKA Metal Sonic) takes reign of the Eggman Empire, and as two familiar faces return from the dead to try and cause Neo's empire to fall to its knees. Gadget finds themselves stuck within another damn war, trying to live up to Sonic's legacy. Even with the resistance fighting alongside Neo, everything is still weighing on them. Through this comes Amy's daughter, Opal Rose, a teenager with the same thirst for freedom and adventure as Sonic. This leads to making a shocking discovery that will change the world the second it reopens its eyes.

[xolbor-art-creator]

HI... i love kazumi pov fics & i'm a sucker for timeloops... what're you cooking up boss!

I'M ACTUALLY REALLY GLAD YOU ASKED ABOUT WHAT I'M COOKING!!! I love Kazumi pov fics AND I'm a sucker for timeloops too, so here's a short explanation to some of the things regarding this AU

So it starts off like canon, Mishima gains three votes in the pink room, and as he gained the most votes his collar starts to burn just as expected, his head tilts backwards off his neck, and Kazumi Expires. Except, Mishima has an odd dream where he talks to a certain suspicious looking fellow, suddenly Mishima wakes up again.

Now Mishima's got to find out how to get his student and hopefully everyone else out of the Killing Game somehow, but also has to deal with the loss of certain things he didn't even realize he had to worry about losing, and the possible cost of the Loops and also a certain friendly 'policeman'.

I'm considering making this an ask blog or an actual full fic with multiple chapters if I ever get out of writers block, but I might just keep it as just an AU I post art about sometimes.

[the-dye-stained-socialite]

Family Portrait AU

Rating: Mature (for now)

Relationships: Edith/Lucille/Thomas

Characters: Edith Cushing, Lucille Sharpe, Thomas Sharpe, Lucille's Mother

Tags: Canon Typical Incest, Adoption for Evil and Incestuous Reasons, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Themes of Grief/Loss, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. More Tage to be added!

An AU which slowly diverges from canon, where Lucille decides to take on Edith as both her daughter and lover. A WIP currently, with more tags, warnings, and likely explicit chapters to come!