#and dont even get me started on the rest of them

[solarusofsun]

I think it's time for me to show this

WELCOME TO THE FOREST AU!

Before I even begin adressing stuff there is some things I wanna clarify:

First: English is not my first languague, that means some thing can be bad writen or with bad grammar, sorry for that, it will happend again.

Second: Even if my AU is serious, the writting won't be, mostly cuse Im dumb and I prefer to be informal over formal.

OK, NOW LET'S GET INTO THE EXPLANATION!!!

This is gonna be long

-> What is TheForestAU?

The Forest AU is a Alter Universe which it's inspired by those legends about creatures living in the woods. In this AU, forests are alive, maybe literally, with all type of spirits and entities which hide from the humans and only those chosen by The Forest can see them.

Basically magic stuff.

-> What is the plot of this AU?

For now, none. This AU is one of those AU where the characters are chill and don't have anyone constantly threatening them. Im planning of doing a bunch of comics about how the characters meet echaother and do world building. I love world building and this AU is basically that.

Maybe in a future I will make a more deep plot.

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CHARACTERS

Now I'm gonna talk about the human cast of this AU, yeah, human cast.

I decided to separate all the characters between two groups, human and non-humans. I would be doing another post for the other cast, cuse there are more non-human characters and that needs more writting.

HUMAN CAST

-> Peppino Spagetti

He didn't change a lot, he's still a messy bag of anxiety, only thing is that I made it worse.

In this AU, Peppino was able to buy a local kinda far from the city, but for a really good price! And, of course, the place was near a forest. Peppino didn't notice anything wrong, open his restaurant and everything was going alright, until a bunch of weird things started to happend around him and his place, that end it up leading into insomnia and nightmares. Of course this was not good, not only for Peppino, but also for the bussiness. What could be the cause of Peppino's misfortune? It probably had nothing to do with that forest, who somehow it's feels like it's calling him everynight.

-> Scott Stick

He's practically the same lol, I give him a casual fit just so I dont have to make the suit, cuse I dont like suits very much.

Scott is an inventor who tries to sell his products everytime he gets an chance, much are not a lot. He also always looks for an chance on making easy money, that's why he work with Theodore and the reason he bring him to Peppino's Restaurant, since that place is mostly where he sells/trys his inventions.

-> Theodore Noise

Ok, now we finally have a more drastic change.

In this AU, Noise is not a TV star, but a cameraman. Apart form that I didn't change a lot of his personallity. He likes to film things and always want to film something interesting. Meet Scott after Theodore film one of his inventions and find them intresting, since then they became business partners. He likes to go to Peppino's restaurant to annoy him cuse he also like to annoy people.

-> Phillip Pepperman

HUMAN PEPPERMAN JUMPSCARE!!!!!! Yeah, I make him human cuse it would make more sense, plus I didn't know what creature should a pepper be, so he's human now.

He preserves the same personallity as the original, I didn't change it a lot. He's still a painter, but it's more focused on mythology. Since he was a child he was in love with the idea of mystical life, all his paintings have something to do with the subject.

-> The Vigilante

THE VIGILANTE IS ALSO HUMAN OHDEAR

Vigilante actually doesn't know who's Peppino and the rest (at least for now), he lives in the forest and was raised by his grandparent. He is one of the choose ones of The Forest, so that means he can see the spirits and creatures living in the woods. He is also the protector of the forest, that's why he's still has the name of The Vigilante.

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PART 2 OF THIS

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OHGOD

That's everything for now, I spend like two hours writting this and I only cover up the simple characters. I will show the rest of the characters later

Also, this post works as an incentive to make me work on the comic, I need motivation and showing stuff makes me wanna draw more about it

Again, sorry if something is bad written or if it's written weird

But yeah, Welcome to my own Pizza Tower AU ^^

[imagine-notnatural]

In my head Johnny is overly dramatic when he’s feeling sick. I'd say 'dont look at me, i dont make the rules' but in this case i do. Also im funny ( im not)

Part six:

No one thought you’d go through with your plans of revenge. No one. Hell, even you didn’t think you were going to go on with it after you’d cooled off. That was until you had to go home early to wash off after your uniform had gotten puked on. And so did your emergency uniform. And also your only set of work boots. Yeah…

You were borderline convinced a new virus had spread and it was only ever activated in your presence becAUSE HOW?!

then you learned that the rookies were coming from training w the 141… yeah that was it

The two sergeants began noting minor inconveniences they figured it was coincidental. It genuinely started as little things. Johnny had been laughing at your peril, saying how a little bit of puke was bringing you down…

He was going to be the first to get it. You’d told him so.

“Just watch,” you said casually. The blank stare that accompanied your knowing tone made him laugh.

"Aye, I'll be watch'n- watch'n you clear off anotha poor bastards guts offa wall"

Oh yeah... getting it good...

At first it was little things: drinks spilling on them at the bar, no luck picking up flings, missing targets they’d normally hit with their eyes closed, picking up extra drills, extra paperwork

Then, the following days, it was as if Johnny could smell the piss off a grasshopper’s ass. Everything was nauseating, and he struggled not to gag around even the blandest of the cafeteria food. His saving grace was the only food he actively hated. No overly pungent smell, nothing of the sort- just his genuine distaste for it. If he wasn't busy over a toilet, he'd be busy going to and from the medical building. The man had gotten so dehydrated he'd been given a banana bag by the medical staff, and he'd even been given a day's rest.

Kyle always had something by in his shoes. He’d been through worse, more serious pains, honestly, but it was driving him insane that in every change of socks, no matter which pair of boots he wore, after he’d finished tying his laces, he’d be on his feet and like clockwork something would poke and prod at his feet. Never both at the same time, but always one. Then he’d unlace his boots to check for a cause and he’d find nothing.

There were times recruits would see him walking normally, just to suddenly fold in on himself and rip his boot off angrily. Shaking the thing like it owed him money.

“Sarg, everything alright?” Someone would ask,

“Damn it- Yes, private yes!” Garrick would be hopping on a single foot

“Being in America is getting to the guy-“ another would whisper as they’d walk off into the distance

Then Ghost started being affected too. Shit was disappearing on him or just straight he never got something.

The spoon he’d set aside on his plate? Turned around for just a second?

Yeah hoe, gone.

The bar of soap he’d just placed on the holder while he washed?

Disappeared.

Right sock he’d set down for a moment?

Yeah pal, you know it. NOWHERE TO BE SEEN

Whenever he’d have a specific meal or drink in mind and he’d find he’d always been too late. The cafe had just run out as someone would have beaten him to the last of it. Whenever he was in the private rec. room, he’d only find the wrappers or empty box of whatever he’d been craving at the time. He’d been snippy with the sergeant’s over the fact.

“Oi,”

Johnny glumly turned around to face him from the couch while Kyle shut the door of the refrigerator. The two of them stared at Simon’s broad back as he stood before the cupboards, his muscles notably tense and his tone irritable.

“If y’finished uh’ box, a’least bloody toss it in the bin,”

The two sent a questioning glance at each other, Kyle was the first to speak,

“Yeah sorry ‘bout that,” he said, quickly moving to get off his feet.

“You bloody Brits n’ yur’ teas,” Johnny groaned, crossing his arms and tucking himself into the fabric of the old couch. His face gleamed under the overhead light from the vapor rub smeared under his nose as Marisol recommended. ("It's a Mexican thing," he recalls her saying)

It effectively broke the tension. The two gave each other another look before going back to their business.

Not long after this interaction, you walked in. Johnny laid on the couch tiredly, a mildly grim expression on his face. Kyle sat atop the back of the same couch, his feet intentionally not touching the ground. He gave you a quick smile, but the air surrounding him was of charged. Meanwhile, Ghost was leaning against the countertop, though his face was hidden, the way he’d gripped the cupboard door shut as you entered let you know something was up.

You gave everyone a quick ‘hello’. As you stepped in, you noted the empty tea rack and the empty boxes in the rec. trash. When you looked back up, you noted Ghost’s eyes were scanning the cart beside you, when he couldn’t find whatever it was he was looking for his eyes rested on you.

“Ah, sweet (Name), mah' sweet hen, save me-“

“Hi Johnny,” you chuckled and stepped around the couch to give him a quick greeting, not giving away your internal joy at his misery. He reached out a hand to you, not thinking much of it, you took it, expecting a quick interaction.

In a split-second decision he tugged you down to his level in a single movement, tucking your face into his chest.

You let out a (scream)sound of surprise.

Trying to avoid falling over him, your knee caught you just in time, resting beside the whiny Scotsman’s torso, and the arm you’d been pulled down by resting on the back of the cushions beside his head.

“Ya’ smell good” he mumbled, leaning into you. Your eyes widen and you felt blood rush up to your face. He adjusted you up slightly, just enough for the ball of his nose to barely scrape against your shoulder. The same arm that’d pulled you now wrapped in a loose but firm manner.

Oh yeah your touch deprived self is freaking jumping rn. Your dignity though?

MAN WHAT THE HELL MAN

“Johnny- what the-“ you tried prying out of his grip, fighting for your 'untouchable nonchalant baddie' image... (reader be for real...KIDDING)

“Izz’at a new soap?” Johnny asked, as if in a daze. Your face darkened as heat consumed you. WHY ARE YOU SMELLING ME?!

You gave another try, digging your palms into his chest in order to get some leverage. "McTavish you shit-"

“Soap, mate let up,” Kyle swung around and gave the Scot a quick ‘tap’ on the head. It worked, and begrudgingly (to your internal dismay) Johnny let go. He gave a grunt as he began sitting up. You smacked his arm, eyes narrowing

“I should tear you a new asshole”

Johnny gave a tired smile and rubbed the sore spot. "Makin' me blush"

You rounded the couch while giving the scotsman a glare(not as intimidating when you're still flustered) and gave Kyle a side hug. He gave a a gentle squeeze and let you go. His gaze lingering on you as you nodded at Ghost and began to unload your cart.

Ghost raised a brow, Kyle could tell .. but he ignored it.

“You ‘blokes’ been alright? Anything interesting happening?” You asked, still putting away items, changing the subject from your hostage situation to something else.

The more vocal men chuckled, Ghost huffed, but you could tell it was in that laughing-out-of-your-nose kind of thing. 100%...

okay, like 85% sure... 65%... 50%

anyways,

“Things are amazing” Johnny said sarcastically, forcing an American accent, making himself comfortable in his seat.

“Oh you wee baby,” you smirked, closing the cupboard door. “Sounds like just desserts,”

You held back the smile, focusing on passing a tin of tea to Ghost. He took a look at the label and sighed, going to get the tea kettle.

“What?” Kyle rose a brow,

“I said ‘Sounds like just desserts,’, like yall’ve got a case of karma,”

The men shared a brief look, then Johnny noted the rancid, gut turning and gag inducing smells ha d faded. Kyle stood and no longer felt anything in his boots. Ghost was finally making himself something he enjoyed.

Kyle and Johnny both stared at you, who was starring at them with an all too innocent smile.

“Almost like y’all earned it,” you shrugged, your smile turning into a smirk.

“How-“

“You couldnae-“ Johnny jerked up, his eyes wide and reluctantly accusatory as they bore into you and your smug face

None of their issues could be justifiably tied to you.

Realistically.

But you don’t get nearly murdered by a supernatural being and not pick up some supernatural (trauma) life hacks.

A call to a certain grump and a promise of some Scotch delivered to him and he’d pointed you in the right direction. (You called him thirteen times after he’d initially said no)

But now, just as promised, your revenge. A week with minor inconveniences for the three of them, only eased in your presence.

No one said a word. You finished restocking the cupboards and the fridge without saying anything else. The room had a strange tension as you began stepping out. The two sergeant eyes following you to the door.

You smiled innocently as you left the room.

The sergeants turned at each other, ghost continued to watch in silence.

“They couldn’t have? Right?” Kyle stared at the open doorway

“Nah.. they couldna’” Ghost shrugged

“Is naw even possibl’” Johnny began to get up “is nawt -“

They all sat in silence. Ignoring the screech of the tea kettle for a few moments, trying to shake off the feeling of imaginary boot on their necks

[agnes-come-back-challenge]

I love that everyone in TMA is just. Unremarkable. Jon isnt a heroic character; he's self-loathing and depressed and he exhibits the same self-pity as I do when I'm self-loathing and depressed. He doesn't stand out for his strength of will or quick-thinking or virtue. He's a good person but he stops trying to stay human when it gets uncomfortable. He's everything that a regular person is when theyre trapped in a horrible situation and it's ugly and insufferable and Real.

[fukashiin]

ACEYUU WOKE ME FROM THE DEAD

book 7 spoilers <3 very long rant im sorry!!

it was never meant to be this way. when he was such an ass to us in the prologue, when he laid those pesky remarks upon us and immediately assuming that we got into NRC as a janitor because we weren't good enough without any prior knowledge of how we were brought here against our will and having to adapt to such an unfamiliar environment where everything - trends, names, history, and even the currency - were different. he didn't know about the throbbing headache we had while the headmage was explaining the school's curriculum and suddenly bringing up the word "magic" into the conversation like it was foreign language.

he thinks he's above us just because we're a clueless student who couldnt cast any spells and took up the miserable job just for the sake of money and to live. he had this one-way "not my problem!!" mindset about us that he dipped the moment after because he never would have suspected that we would grow to be something more important, something more irreplaceable in his life.

he never meant to test the waters, and he's drowning by mistake.

his concern for you gets more obvious as each book advances (or was it always obvious??). you're just an otherworlder oblivious to the dangers that lurk in twisted wonderland, so it's only casual for him to fret about when you've been taken into scarabia with minimal escape routes, to be the first one to notice that you were missing among the entourage of people that have been kidnapped, to be the only one to point out that you weren't in the best condition AND suggesting to bring you back home in case the party was all too much. he knows how vulnerable you are, and he jumps into action as quick as possible because that's basically his brand. nothing deeper!!! (unknown dangers lurk around you on the daily, but you lurk in his mind so much more than he lets on. you're probably more used to the dangers of magic than he's used to the thought of you occupying his mind 24/7. isnt that ironic)

and he didn't consider the complications of how dangerous it could be for the headmage to send us back to our original world, possibly damaging the very fabrics of time and space and ceasing to exist while transporting - he just instantly goes to the part where the news was positive and that we could travel between Twisted Wonderland and earth in one piece, blocking out his surroundings just to see your smile, as that was possibly the happiest you could have ever been in front of him.

imagine each time he hangs out with someone new, or if someone has gained a romantic interest in him once you've left, he tries to find a part of "you" in them in his peripheral vision. whether they have an ounce of bravery that you had, whether they're as understanding as you are to know that he isn't just a human built of jokes and pranks, whether they won't doubt him like the rest did - as you were the only one who truly believed in his capability to truly lead the rest out of danger.

he could beg for other people to believe in him, to see that his skills could draw out much more if he really wanted to, but he didn't have to do that with you. in a flashing moment of possible failure, he turned to you in a heartbeat, uncharacteristically, desperately calling out for you to save him because he had no idea what was happening. he almost started to lose himself and quickly realises that the power he was wielding so suddenly wasn't some lousy spell, that it could possibly cause someone's life, and you were there to steady him when he needed it the most. a rarity of a scene he entrusted his entire body to you with. you believed in him. you ARE the betterment of him.

you held his hand like a vow, to protect each other and strengthen through every obstacle and turmoil that drives you one step closer to becoming a better version of yourself. your hand, tightly coiled around his, radiated the warmth and comfort he needed in his times of darkness and inner conflict.

it should've been you. you're perfect.

and that's why his dream still has you in it. it doesn't have to be one way or the other, you can simply go back and forth to his world and your own in just a snap! he could never dream of you leaving his sight and grasp, hindering him from ever telling you how much you actually meant. he has all the time in the world.

and that's what he wants, but his heart says otherwise, and that's fine. he just wants you to be safe and see him for who he is. you inspired him to take pride in his name, as an ace can do anything!!

[blighted-lights]

i think it'd be rlly funny if ravage and minimus hated each other btw. the only reason they get along is bc of their mutual connection to megatron. and even that isn't enough sometimes lmao

[screechingfromthevoid]

I don't think Dorian wants the stewardship. I never thought he wanted the stewardship.

They're his characters and Robbie can do what he wants but when Dorian says "I'm free" it kills me inside because you can hear the relief but you can also hear the lingering dread of "for now".

And when orym asks about the future Dorian only wants "day by day" which is totally fine in the short term. But when time comes and his parents are old and grey and tired, will he return? He is next in line. Will his parents do their damnedest to stay alive as long as possible so Dorian can be free for as long as he can? Will Dorian come home and gently coax the stewardship from them when they are no longer fit?

Who will be the next Firstsun?

[arsenicflame]

sometimes i remember "I have love for you" & "I loved you, best i could" is canon and i have to chew glass about it

[notlivys]

if i could fly is an entire ode to love. i swear to god. like. you are fucking telling me that if you could fly (a superpower mostly known for being sooo desired and having endless stories and fantasies about what would be like to have it) you would be going right back to the person you think of as a HOME (a word that has been forever connected to the concept of safety, peace, sweetness and well-being) ????? its too personal and intimate for me to hear i feel like im interrupting something guys

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Had to explain to a friend today that No Really I Swear Magneto And Professor X Are Friends And Like Each Other Thats Canon And Real

[fallentheatre]

each other's world, torn apart

minecraft end poem as a conversation between two broken brothers.

(@hoverboards-and-dragons heyyyyy)

[beclight]

im known for being THE bec light fan of the fandom, so i feel like im in the right place to say this: YOU DO NOT OWN FANDOM CHARACTERS AND CANNOT PREVENT OTHER PEOPLE FROM LIKING THEM JUST AS MUCH AS YOU DO, and if that makes you uncomfortable (which is fine, and for any reason), THE THING TO DO IS BLOCK NOT HARASS THEM!!!!!!! ive seen too many ppl in this fandom disrespect others over DARING to say, even as a joke, that they're the number one fan of X character. If someone having the same favorite group of pixels as you genuinely angers you, to the point of feeling the need to insult them and having concerning thoughts about them, then maybe it is time to log off

[narwhalandchill]

oh my fucking god i feel. SO stupid rn at How i didnt make the (super sane very normal just absolutely. Yes. Surely) connection earlier but uhh

so anyway im now like 89% certain that whatever the "traces" of the narwhal that remain on ajax and facilitate their (ever-growing) innate connection are like. an actually fundamental aspect of it (them?) more or less.

why? because if you consider its pov just for a moment. the narwhal was literally about to depart teyvat for good. it had nearly finished consuming the primordial sea and preparing to breach surface to finish the job by eating the french for the leftovers their human bodies were made from. its an interstellar voyager it does not linger on planets it devours. it goes glug glug and it leaves.

and like if it wasnt for traveler intervening its confirmed through narzissenkreuz and renes world formula that teyvat wouldve just been destroyed. no one could have stopped the narwhal not neuvillette not focalors not anyone.

so what was the one other thing it did right before going for that french brunch? calling for ajax. getting them reunited in the primordial sea. like all the possible implications aside bc theres many different ways to speculate on the exact reasons why and the nature of that link. the point remains.

it wasnt leaving teyvat without finding him.

like the narwhal is about to fucking Dip from this cringe planet and whatever part of it that ajax carries within himself his narwhal Absolutely wanted to be reunited with. what the fuck am i supposed to read from that. hoyo???????!??! answers?!?!?!

and its not only the calling from the narwhal side itself either bc this is ALL coinciding with the growth of a 'restless power' within ajax and his vision malfunctioning (the things celestia is literally confirmed to harvest energy thru to repair its damaged authority) and his connection with the narwhal reaching an actual conscious level (arguably subconscious n emotional too bc i find it Curious his mood is poor right as the narwhal is repeatedly described as positively malding to the point its boss fight mechanic is literally a rage meter). ajax' power is growing. his destiny is starting to shift and something is drawing him to fontaine... right as the narwhal is getting close to finished with the primordial sea. funny how it overlaps eh. how it aligns 🤨🤨 why are they orbiting each other like this (they should kiss)

(& not to even Mention how ajax just Happened to get that absolutely exponential and borderline unbelievable feat of power spike in extending his foul legacy endurance as massively as he did. while. within the primordial sea. with his narwhal. who had at that point all but incorporated the power of that sea into itself. i s2g if childe was getting passive home turf co-op bonus exp with a 4x multiplier automatically the whole 40+ days 💀💀)

[horrorknife]

it feels often like people forget that marla is quite literally at the center of everything that happens in fight club. like i know this is probably mostly misogyny but shes so important to the narrative and shes especially important to both tyler and the narrator's characters. like if you don't think about her then you're missing such a big chunk of the story she's not just there to be the narrator's manic pixie dream girl. she's like. Pivotal To The Plot. lmfao

[the-deadlock-south]

we lost the game but i won in looking cracked in front of strangers so did we (i) really lose (yes)

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

im so infinitely stressed rn i need to get off here

[icewindandboringhorror]

examining a seemingly normal image only to slowly realize the clear signs of AI generated art.... i know what you are... you cannot hide your true nature from me... go back where you came from... out of my sight with haste, wretched and vile husk