#consequences AU

[fowlblue]

Because I have brainrot about my own fic near 24/7, have some concept art for Spiro in Consequences, since he goes through… a lot of stuff. Mullet Jon for the win!

[furmewolfy]

Ik this is probably unoriginal, but I want to make a Ninjago AU where they all are permanently changed from the shit that happens to them (aka what I wanna call the Consequences AU)

-Cole: Becomes half ghost/half human after Day of the Departed (kinda like Danny Phantom)

-Jay: Becomes fully/partially serpentine after Once Bitten, Twice Shy / has an eyepatch after Skybound

-Nya: Becomes permanently made out of water after Seabound (she would be able to be on land and would be un-merged with the ocean)

-Lloyd: Becomes more oni/dragon-like after accepting himself after Crystalized / missing an arm (IK THAT IS FROM THE MOVIE BUT SHH)

-Zane: Has occasional angry outbursts after Secrets of Forbidden Spinjitzu

-Kai: She transes her gender (No there is no canon explanation for this, deal with it)

-Wu: Becomes more oni/dragon like after Hands of Time (in baby form, he is unable to control his shapeshifting powers) / stays younger for way longer after Hands of Time

[stardustpinkart]

GAME NIGHT! And things get pretty competitve while playing “Mario Kart”. All accept for Tilly, who I think is playing the game like pratice driving :) Go slow, turn signals, etc.

You can bet the boys are particularly slick with banana peels and blue shells.

[jextell2514]

So I've been working on the next chapter of Consequences, which is from Melisande's POV, and something about Mad Dog (the lyrics. it's the lyrics) by the crane wives reminds me of Melisande in consequences au. And coercion au to a lesser extent.

Like. The feeling of desperately trying to hold everything together, knowing that you can't, and trying anyway...

Pace yourself You've got a long way to go before you get to lie down

I think a lot of us probably headcanon Melisande as overworked (by which I mean. At least two people, which is like a sixth of the fandom all on its own) but she definitely has a hard job in canon, and in Consequences everything is even worse.

Keep looking for the end of the tunnel Never seems to get any closer

The hopelessness, the knowledge that there's just going to be crisis after crisis and who knows when (if) it'll end, and then just as things finally get a little bit better, they suddenly get immeasurably worse (Morton goes into surgery early and will need to recover for longer, and then Amber dies)

Brace yourself You're gonna drag that rock around the rest of your life You're dancing on the edge of a knife Hoping someone else will decide I've been taking on water We both know the ship is gonna sink But I keep reaching for the shore Never seems to get any closer

And you know that you have to make the decision to shut the bulkhead doors, but you wish you didn't have to, and you'll still feel guilty about it, but there's nothing you can do...

Who's gonna keep the lights on? Who's gonna make it rain? Always looking for the next big ticket Always tryna stretch it one more day

...because the weight of responsibility to keep as many people safe as possible, keep people from sabotaging the lights, the water, the air, is yours and no one else's. You can hope for another telepath, you can try to stretch your current telepaths and resources further, but in the end...

Like a mad dog after a rabbit I keep run-running, running, running I don't feel like it gets me anywhere, anywhere You know the kickback is automatic It keeps com-coming, coming, coming Knocking me down to the bottom and keeping me there

...you're going to have to shut the bulkhead doors and then just keep going.

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[bigfatbreak]

dad villain au: did emilie just. not consider at all that adrien was literally dying at the time. wow

she's in the habit of deciding when Adrien's suffering is acceptable, and if it is, she'll just fix it later.

[wanologic]

Don’t think. Feel.

[cj-the-random-artist]

I kept debating how to end this short little mini comic. In the original script, they were gonna hold hands (scandalous, I know lmfao), but I didn't think it hit quite right in comic format when I tried to make it longer. Hence why it ends... like that.

Anyways I wrote like a ton of comic scripts for COTL comics that just didn't hit right / I couldn't commit to making and then when driving home from work last week in the pitch darkness I thought about how nice it is to see like actual stars. And I feel like with the cult grounds being kind of among a lot of trees and all that it might take a short hike to get a really, really, really good view of the night sky and stuff. Thus. This.

It's arguably not my best work (I'm out of practice drawing good night skies and all that) but I'm happy with it. Enjoy this thing I made

[ohitslen]

Average university experience

[tojisun]

(non-canon in my SSEOI series but)

think about hockey player simon using the wrong account and publicly retweeting/replying to his favourite cam girl’s post of the day and just—

jesus, riley.

it gets deleted quick, of course it does. but screenshots of it have already been made, shared, and next thing you know is that your followers have doubled and your views have skyrocketed — the negative attention doubled too, sadly — so as a thanks, you give mr. riley a gift.

.

cutie pie @.cutie_name

i’m a big fan! @.riley41 💋

[image is of you wearing a Riley 41 Specgru hockey jersey, with nothing but lace lingerie for your bottoms. you’re on the bed on your knees, butt just arched up a little to show off the fat of your cheeks, the jersey deliciously swamping you with how oversized it is.]

Simon Riley ✓⃝ @.riley41 to @.cutie_name Breathtaking. Want to have the real one? Player included.

[cubbihue]

youre itty bitty au is so peak.. can we get more information on peri and timmys relationship?

When Peri went to Boarding School, Timmy was his “Primary Guardian” since his new apartment was closer to Peri’s school than their parents were. This meant that, on some occasions, Peri’s first call would be for Timmy instead of their parents.

Once, Peri got caught joyriding and ditching school campus against curfew. Timmy had to fly out to bail him (and Irep) out of the detention center. They crashed at his apartment while he worked with Anti-Cosmo to remove that incident from their records.

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[fowlblue]

More Consequences fic scribbling! Equally messy but have another Spiro.

Jon's in pretty poor shape when he first gets picked up by Butler- lots of small injuries that take some time to fade. It only adds to his initial defensiveness, but hey, he’s been through it. Having to accept the help of your enemy is a lot for a proud man like him.

(for those who haven't read the fic and don't have context- this is an AU where post-TEC, Phonetix's CEO- my OC Valentine- takes Jon hostage when the man still refuses to hand his company over. Bad thing happen there until Butler crosses his path and takes some pity on him... hurt/comfort and eventual shippenings ensue!)

[mildarka]

For the art request I'd like to ask for reverted AU Night in Killer's big jacket missing the boys and Dream trying to comfort him?

Dream's trying his best

[stardustpinkart]

I’ve seen some fics that give Cricket the nickname “Grasshopper”. Thats so cute, I believe in that Hc

[bamsara]

I dont know if it was intentional but I love that Narinder when he sees Lamb throwing up he turns gentle and pushes their wool and ears back so they dont get stained with vomit and for some reason it reminded me of how when Nari was throwing up too after the nightmare he had when they were on route to fight Leshy, Lambert helped him with camellias for the nausea.

Ahh, parallels. I think.

IM SO GLAD YOU POINTED THAT OUT allow me to ramble for just a moment.

Narinder was trapped in the Afterlife for over 1000 years, with little social skills and plagued by wishing for vengeance and his only company being two kittens who become disciples under his rule. He has terrible social skills, if not lacking them entirely.

(I would argue that Aym and Baal also have horrific nonexistent social skills, so those three cat's can't really help each other communicate properly to anyone else outside themselves.)

It can be argued that since The One Who Waits had other vessels to pass time and try to kill /annoy his siblings before the prophesized Lamb arrival, that he would have developed them a little bit more, but I would argue that the power balance would have been oodles more severe since the vessels weren't the promised one. He didn't need them, so if they no longer were of service or disobeyed him, he got rid of them. Whether just sending them out or killing them, any how.

Lamb, however, knows they are the last Lamb, the prophesized liberator of The One Who Waits, and therefore his only option. They knew that they were his only reasonable way out of there (whether they asked for it or not) so they were oodles more comfortable than how a professional relationship would have been.

So they asked questions, bothered him, played and ran around him. Complained and vented to him. Yapped and yapped. What is he gonna do? Kill them? Find a new vessel? He can't. "You're as trapped into this prophecy as much as I am, so let's be friends"

Example parts from Chapter 3:

The power balance equalizes because Lamb did not see his presence a God, but rather a fellow prisoner and victim of fate. Rude and demanding, but in the same chains as they were. 'My lord' was simply formalities at first.

This puts Narinder / The One Who Waits in social situations he hasn't been in (or hardly been in) in over a thousand years, and frankly, he had no idea how to navigate them:

Example from Chapter 5:

The God of Death has not needed to comfort or 'be there' for someone in a long, long time. The Lamb's presence is what forces him to try, even if his first attempt aren't perfect. So in that same chapter, he'll ask them a question to distract them. Conversation. Like how they do it.

While I won't post a screenshot of everytime this happens in written format (not including the dreams/memories/flashbacks that haven't been posted yet)-

The One Who Waits is pushed outside of his bubble when it comes to socializing in a way that isn't just 'God-to-Lowly-Vessal' format. He has to talk to them like a person, because he's being talked to like a person, not a god on a pedestal.

Obviously after the final battle and betrayal (to both of them, otherwise known as the Grand Miscommunication) this means nothing for a while as tempers are still high and feelings are hurt. But overtime, this returns, and can show in small ways (ways that may not seem like comfort but is certainly an attempt) like just in Chapter 18:

Trying to bring them an 'offering' (breakfast) mirroring other times the Lamb has done the same for him:

Crudely offering to replace something they are upset at losing/later offering reassurance abet in a curt way:

And what you mentioned: earlier when the Lamb is throwing up, narration shows they're having trouble with keeping their wool, cloak, bell, ect all back at the same time. He can see that. He has a mental boiling pot explosion over the fact that helping them is even a want that he has after the denial crisis he's experiencing where the only answer a minute ago seemed like he needed to kill them, and he chose comfort.

It is intentional. Narinder is learning how to show care, and allowing himself to show care. Slowly, and not perfect, but learning.

[pnfc]

based on the golf ep i know this universe exists. never ask me what im putting in my sketchbook after 3am