#choose story au

[novicedraws]

Art dump : Evil! Lao edition

[zu-is-here]

Key

[tart-miano]

angry that your parody has a degree and you don't, victor

[reunitedinterlude]

summer phantasy: the album

tracks 5-8 (x)

[fairsweetlonging]

based on this post of mine, imagine a choose your own story svsss au that functions basically like that app Episode, where all the good options are hidden behind 10000 point paywalls and shen qingqiu always gets the weirdest choices for no reason that don't make any sense and sometimes don't even influence the story.

【 yue qingyuan has invited you on a mission! will you:

option 1: slap him in the face

option 2: kiss him 】

x

【 you have an important meeting today, what will you wear?

option 1: beautiful green silk robes (20💎)

option 2: a cloth sack (free!) 】

x

【 mu qingfang is noticing there's something strange about your meridians

option 1: burst out crying and confess all your sins

option 2: tell him you're pregnant 】

or like liu qingge invites him to spar and he gets a [yes/no] option but when he picks "no" because he's tired liu qingge will literally just still drag him along.

it's even worse because shang qinghua has none of this. he has a normal system.

[ladyxskywalker]

In Exile

Anakin Skywalker x F!Reader/OFC

after his battle with obi wan, anakin is spared & is instead banished to a remote farm world. there is no darth vader, no suit, no extensive injuries. only inner turmoil. he must find peace & healing. but what he didn't expect, was to find a kind lady there who just wants to be loved & help him.

part two

a choose your own outcome story ! weekly story polls posted at the end of each chapter ! hope you enjoy ! 💌

Sunflowers, part one

It is an unusual time of day.

The sky has already become a softened shade of violet, the wind whispering quietly as it passes by - the suns, still felt to be the warmest right before setting.

Anakin looks up towards the haze. It is the later part of Summer on this planet. A forgotten place with no name that he calls home now. His farm, still needing tending to, even though things are sparse and the people are few here. 

He keeps to himself often because he likes it that way, burying himself in his work, trying to forget things on repeat. Striking thoughts and vivid memories appearing to him in his headspace, never seeming just to go away. 

anakin, this isn't you...

you're going down a path I can not follow...

It’s as if he doesn’t truly want them to disappear. As though he needs to remember, just to keep going in some sick and twisted way. 

this isn’t living.

I’m only just existing…

Closing his eyes for a moment, Anakin lets out a calming exhale of breath, standing solemnly amongst the grass, as he becomes lost inside their gentle stream of swaying. It is the only thing he can allow of himself now. Something simple to ground himself in so that he can not feel anymore pain. Those insufferable feelings will happen later. At night, when sleeping is a luxury for him and he isn’t so busy. He doesn’t get much rest these days, consumed by every ounce of remembering. Wishing he could just turn everything off if only he had willed it to be so. To truly be emotionless. A thread of left behind humanity, constantly reeling him back in again. 

goodbye, old friend…

may the force be with you…

Anakin scoffs, adjusting his tunic before kneeling down into one of the plant beds, examining the delicate leaves taking shape on his now flowering vegetables. They’ll be ready to harvest very soon - he thinks. Which means, he’ll get to be proud of something for a change. Happy to have watched something grow, even if it had been on the outskirts of nowhere, in the middle of this strange and quiet town...

But then, he starts to think of his unborn children. Feeling as though he’d blown his only chance in life of watching them live, breathe, and thrive in the world. Considering the possibility of being a good father, teaching them what it means to be…

intelligent.

brave.

resourceful.

or even … good.

“I’m none of those things. Not anymore…” he says.

This time, not completely realizing that he’s said something to himself out loud, looking away from his dirt ridden hands to make sure that no one else had been there to notice.

But you had.

You always did. Even when you'd tried not to.

So beautiful, and smiling at him in the last remains of daylight.

Holding a freshly picked bunch of sunflowers in your arms, struggling a bit to hold onto all the stems.

“Here. Let me…”

He begins, brushing the palms of his hands onto the front of his pants, before making his way over to your small patch of land. 

I better help her before she loses them all…

don’t need anyone laughing at her.

no one. laughs. at. her…

“Oh…thank you so much Lars, you didn’t have to do that…”

Taking the flowers from her slightly shaken hands, he carefully begins to place them one by one into one of his garden baskets. Forgetting for a moment that he is no longer Vader, and no longer Anakin, either. That Lars is the only name now that he can go by. However misguided. It’s the only thing salvaged from his old life that he can have again. 

“Yes I did…better in here than on the ground. Don’t you have one of these things?” he says gruffly, focused on the task at hand. 

“I did…”

“What do you mean, you did?”

“Another farmer stole my only basket from me…among other things…they were upset, it was my fault anyway, and…”

“Upset? No matter of disagreement should ever warrant thievery.”

they don’t know the meaning of upset.

stealing from a lady…

really?

“They were angry when I didn’t return their affections. Now he’s trying to sabotage my business. Breaking things, poisoning my rose bushes... Spreading falsehoods about me and my family around the village…”

“Who. Is. He.?”

Anakin pauses deliberately between words, feeling a familiar heat inside himself rising to the surface.

Pointing to a house on the farthest side of town, he recognizes it immediately. 

Right opposite the lake.

The man is no farmer.

He's a vagrant fisherman.

Doing his own stretch of time on this desolate unlikely safe haven.

He must have escaped from someplace...

Avoiding a bounty...perhaps.

She's silent now. Perhaps he's frightened her with all of his wordless brooding.

Or...maybe it had something to do with the tightened closing of his fists.

I'm going to kill him.

“Go home. This will all be settled in the morning.”

“Settled…?”

He nods, having a hard time with being gentle. Trying his best to be reassuring.

But then, she smiles, her shoulders falling - relieved, before taking his hand. A metallic wonder resting in the palm of her own. She wishes that he can feel her, but somehow - strangely, she can almost sense that he does there.

“Thank you. I've been so afraid.”

Anakin hums, nodding in understanding.

If only she knew who was standing before her…

would she be in fear of me too here…?

doesn't matter…

But then...

Completely surprising him, she presses a kiss to his cheek.

Waves of unruly hair, almost getting in the way of it...

Leaving him standing there, contemplating a fight to be had in her honor at sunrise the next morning.

…❤️

a/n - thanks so much for reading ! 💫 I've been inspired to write a story again, & what better way to do it than to get everyone involved in the writing process too 😊 this idea has been swirling around in my mind (& drafts folder) for a while now, so it's been really exciting to see it come back to life in a whole new way. each part of the story will be cross posted to ao3, & will be tagged on tumblr with 'sky lady story time 💌' hope you enjoyed this first installment ! I'm excited to see what you guys want to see happen next 🌼☕📖 xo A

[cappycodeart]

"So say the word and I'll be running back to find you A thousand armies won't stop me I'll break through I'll soar the endless skies for only one sight Of your starlight"

No the Simon brainrot hasn't left me, it's just evolved into... super duper self-indulgent AUs now.

Meet Glitchy!Simon (nicknamed Itchy by some friends, hahaha). I got inspired to make a whole AU because of this one little glitchy moment in the finale. I mostly just wanted to play with the aesthetic and it suddenly developed story?? And lore?? And I've been doodling him for over a month now?? I'm a mess LOL...

I've been too shy to post any of my shenanigans for him publicly, but I was really proud of this comic and figured it was a good way to introduce him!

[al-luviec]

something simple to try to get out of art block (it didn't work)

[thelovelycircusau]

Main Cast Height Chart

[muzzlemouths]

If we never broke our promise to Sun not to do anything reckless... If we never suspected anything... if our heart was filled with nothing but acceptance of their actions... if we just allowed Sun to make our last days also our warmest days... How could he still find it in his metaphorical heart to slay us?

Because the story isn't about you. The story isn't about the counselors, either. It isn't even about Sun or Moon.

This story is about ghosts. It's about grief that cannot be so easily healed with time alone. It is about loose wires, old photos, blood stains, friendship bracelets, broken promises, and regrets with no where to go but into the hilt of a knife.

Since we've now reached the point of no return in our route, I'm going to tell you about the Bad End.

In this route, Sun succeeds. He and Moon successfully kill every counselor until only you remain. You aren't a part of this, were never supposed to be a part of this, and for that, you are spared. Sun gives you directions to the next town over and tells you to scram. Whether or not you choose to listen is mostly irrelevant; if you leave, your story ends there. If you fight Sun on the decision and stay, you become the final victim. He makes it quick. He holds you gently through it all, staining your face with the oil that escapes his cheeks. Tells himself that this is for the best.

He doesn't want you to see what happens next.

There is no convincing Sun to come back with you, no celebration over their success, no grand revelation about the meaning of life, death, and retribution.

Because they are fulfulling an empty promise to themselves. They are attempting to fill the hole in their chest with the only idea they have left.

But this, too, leaves them feeling empty. The hole remains. It will not cease to exist with the death of the counselors because they were only a contributor, not the source. The satisfaction that Sun and Moon achieve with their deaths is artificial and fleeting. All too soon, that grief rears its ugly head again, and this time it brings with it new weight. They stand as the sole survivor of a great tragedy.

But the job is done. Their final task completed. Survival outside of this mission was and is painful, it's tedious, it's empty, and with the counselors' death there now remains no reason for them to continue.

Moon sets the forest ablaze. Sun gathers any last momentoes that remind him of the good days. Together, they retreat to their cabin — dark, dirty, long since abandoned — and they climb onto the bed, and hug their small box of memories close to their chest, and pull the fragile wire that keeps their charge from depleting. And they wait.

And for the first time in a decade, they experience peace.

[a-h-li]

Introducing: the DND Hazbin AU!!!

Sue me some of these classes and races are homebrewed…

Background: for board game night, the subject of DND comes up and Vaggie reveals that she was kind of a nerd while she was alive. She’s a bit self conscious about it but?? Charlie has heard her talk about it before and has wanted to play for ages but they haven’t had a group of people to play with. In a way it’s genius because. Dnd is basically an ultimate team bonding exercise; there’s a lot of empathy and problem solving involved…Vaggie is convinced to give a crash course on the rules, prints out a couple of character sheets, and the rest of the hotel (as per first character creations usually go) basically create themselves as their characters 💀.

Campaign summary: the world is set in a high fantasy adjacent of hell, where Charlie is dead broke and has 0 means raising money for a hotel to redeem the sinners of this realm. With the rest of her party, they set off from avernus (the top ring of the nine hells of Baator ) to Nessus (the deepest ring), where Lucifer has isolated himself within a securely guarded fortress. She intends to ask him to get an audience with heaven to plead her cause.

Team Comp: So the tank for this team is definitely Vaggie, with Charlie and Husk as the support + healers, nifty as a front line damage dealer, Pentious, Alastor, and Angel as long distance damage dealers. To balance out this team maybe Charlie multiclasses to a barbarian down the line??

[thethndr]

writing replies but art is here too. casey if he had ended up actually getting into racing with chick like their original plan was before their fallout. did you know that pringles were apparently invented in 1968? i did not before today. convenient.

[ask-the-amph-greater-universe]

Dropping Torp in the Arcade ballpit now

(I'm just going to move your location. There we go. Into the theater.)

They're going to be sleeping on the theater stage. Probably interrupting a certain performance or rehearsal. Eclipse in a slight bit of irritation at... Well whatever happened. They sort of kick him in the corner behind some fake plants. Sending out a ping to the others that there's an intruder. Causing black star (and a Sun controlled Dim.) to rush in and also probably accuse him of stuff. He's going to have such a great time.

[canisalbus]

Y’know, I’ve seen your characters as just these happy gay dogs in love so often, *that I forget there’s actually like. Traumatic backstory to them.*

Like “oh, look at these two wonderful lads, I m sure nothing bad has ever happened-“ AND THEN I REMEMBER

.

[salty-an-disco]

"This whole thing just didn't sound right."

The Princess nods, eyes fixated on her now free wrist. She pulls herself to a standing position and stares at you, gaze intent and searching.

“… Thank you.”

Well. There she is. And there you are. And the way out of the basement is just behind you. Are you going to continue to awkwardly stare at each other or do you plan on continuing with the story?

Voice of the Hero: I thought ‘The Story’ was the one where we slay her? We didn’t do that, so aren’t we out of ‘The Story’ now?

Oh, no no no no. You can’t just get out of ‘‘The Story’™’, that’s just not how it goes. The Story™ will always move and contort around you, so that you remain in the story no matter how much you deviate from the described outline.

Voice of the Hero: I’m so lost………

Don’t worry about it. Just play your role, and The Story™, will do the rest.

“Well. This is it, then. I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to leave this place.”

With that said, the Princess doesn’t hesitate to walk towards the stairs, effectively breaking the Awkwardly Staring at Each Other contest.

Voice of the Hero: Personally, I’m also eager to leave. Let’s not stay behind.

You follow her out, carefully avoiding the clutter carpeting the floor. The Princess isn’t as careful, kicking and tripping on several objects in her haste, though she doesn’t seem to even notice them.

She stops in front of the ajar door, hesitating for enough time to let you catch up to her. When you’re close enough to look over her shoulder, she already has both her hands on the handle. And with a soft push, she opens the door.

The upstairs room looks just as you remember. Oh, yes, you could recognize the plainness of these wood planks anywhere. There’s no need to linger here, when there may or may not be a world outside to explore.

Voice of the Hero: Wait. Isn’t there something missing?

Um, no? There isn’t? It’s just as you remember, and if you don’t remember anything that suddenly isn’t here, then it mustn’t be important.

Voice of the Hero: Well, I remember there being a knife. And it isn’t here anymore. The table is empty.

Indeed, there’s nothing on the plain wooden table but more plainness and dust. Maybe the knife got tired of all the nothingness and succumbed to the dust.

“I almost can’t believe I’m actually here.”

You move your attention towards the Princess, who is unaffected by your musings about tables and plainness and has already walked towards the next door. She hesitates before it much like she did in the previous door, though there’s bigger anticipation about her stance.

“You… really saved me.” She turns to you, eyes shining with emotion. “Despite not knowing me, and despite being tasked with killing me.”

She smiles. Soft and grateful.

“Thank you. I’ll never forget this.”

She opens the door and

Voice of the Hero: And…?

Is he… Is he gone? Did the world really end?

And where is the princess? Should– should we try to find her?

Voice of the Hero: Is that… a mirror? Why here? Why now?

Achievements Unlocked!

– Who's dis?

Neither of you seems to know what's happening.

– Oneshot

Sometimes a single chapter is all you need.

[whataboutsimple]

The gang visits End, trying to find famous Soren The Architect, Builder Of Worlds.

But he seems to be no where around, the base looks like it's been abandoned for a long time.

Olivia takes left path, curious for the music coming from one of the rooms, only to spot long, inhuman yet so human pale arms, as scream flies throw the whole building.

They're so screwed.