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[withered--s0uls]

"Dormant" absolute Solver AU shenanigans oop... this would take place during episode 7. (more info under cut)

Sneaks in a Varian Tangled Reference bc I live my son and this is inspired by him.

Anyways.

Cyn ends up on the same side of the rockslide as Uzi. Uzi is uncertain about her after losing any trust she might have had in Tessa and now questioning N too. She tells Cyn to stay distant.

So Cyn follows at a distance. As they explore, Cyn gets anxious and starts self soothing using a method N taught her years ago. Uzi takes note of that, recognizing the quote from N. After the song in her head played on repeat for a few times she turns around to check on Cyn, who is still repeating the quote. Cyn pretends to be okay, but it's clear her anxiety is making her struggle to keep herself together and the Solver symbol begins glitching on her visor.

[konstitunia]

Okay but Kurt would absolutely love chaps because it’s the only pair of pants in which he doesn’t have to make a hole for his tail

[smokbeast]

too many observations

[an-established-butt-dent]

One more piece titled 'going wild in procreate fueled by Solavellan angst'

I need Dreadwolf teasers like I need air

[endomentendo]

I believe in Yaoi ragaribbons

This au comes from the lovely @0104-vikita in your au called THE AMAZING DIGITAL WORLD! Go check her out!

[bigfatbreak]

does luna have a crush on draconequus twilight :o

lil bit >:3c

[ehlihr]

M y full comic for @nrmtzine !! they let me do my little roleswap au for it which was super fun :-) i always have a blast doing a comic hehe

[emmyrosee]

OKAY so i just read your recent dad!suna and i came with this vid right after and i can't help but think about how toddler akito goes mad complaining to suna about reader forgetting to kiss their cute son before going to work 😭

BUT DON'T WRITE IT PLEASE DON'T NO I'LL GNAW YOUR SKIN AND EAT YOUR FLESH

I CANT TELL IF THIS IS A THREAT BUT COME AT ME BC I MUST WRITE IT🤺🤺🤺

———-

There’s a small stomp of a foot behind Rintaro, and for a moment, he pauses his breakfast making, waiting for it to happen again.

And when it does, he chuckles and drops his shoulders, putting down the fruit he was slicing and turning to face the culprit. Akito stands behind him, with his arms crossed over his pajama clad torso, a small grimace painting his small face, and gosh, he looks so much like you when he’s mad, Rintaro can’t help but smirk.

“Something bothering you, sport?” He asks his tiny son, who huffs softly.

“No kiss, dadda,” he grumbles. “Mumma no kiss me. Mean mumma.”

Rintaro pauses, then thinks back to this morning. You’d left earlier than usual, sure, leaving Rintaro to the domestics for the morning, but there’s no doubt in his mind that you had in fact kissed the small boy goodbye, he was just asleep.

“Aw, bud,” he finally says, crouching down to meet his son’s height. He smiles softly, “mumma had to leave early today, she didn’t want to wake you up. I promise you, she gave you a kiss before she left, okay?”

“Liar,” Akito pouts.

Rintaro reels back at his son’s words, only to compose himself and sigh, “I wouldn’t lie to you about that. Besides,” Rintaro smirks, “there’s lipstick on your forehead.”

Akito tilts his head in confusion, so Rintaro turns off the stove and scoops his son into his arms, carrying him to the bathroom to show him that his mother had in fact left evidence of her affection on him.

“See, dude,” he says, jostling his son, gesturing toward the pretty pink stain on his forehead with his pinky. “Mumma always gives you kisses. She always will. I promise.”

“Why you no have kissy mark?” Akito asks, green eyes looking intently over his fathers face. “Mumma no kiss you?”

Rintaro chuckles, “mumma gave me a kiss on the lips today. Like you see us do every morning before I leave, yeah?”

This, has the cogs in Akito’s head turning. He plays with his fingers in thought before grimacing back up at his father, “want kiss on da lips.”

“I can kiss you, if you want a kiss-“

“Not from you,” he says, and Rintaro tries to not feel offended. “From mumma.”

Rintaro drops his head in defeat, not knowing quite how to quell his son’s annoyance, even if the situation is amusing to him.

Guess you’ll just have to give them both a ton of kisses before work now.

He smirks at the idea: oh well.

[dvchvnde]

EXCERPT: JOHN PRICE, WINTER SOLDIER AU.

You're still getting used to the sight of him—bare faced in patches: the beard shorn off into a mere shadow of what it was before; a choice he'd made for himself after scrubbing down in a long shower, refusing any help or medical aid—and he doesn't make it any easier for you in these brief, uncomfortable stages of acclimation you suffer through.

Hands lashing out into dead air. Fingers catching, unyielding and firm, on your skin. Nails—split and jagged; regrown in patches after being ripped off over and over again (for hree years, is the mocking whisper snaking along the nausea when you look at the pinked-tinged beds)—burrowing into your flesh. Anchoring you in place as he bends down, moulds his frame around you. Malleable shadow eating you whole.

Indomitable.

John Price was always an intimidating man.

Towering. Broad. Gruff. Surly. Mean old man was often thrown around amongst the new recruits, ones too scared to voice what they really thought:

Miserable fucking bastard.

His weight thrown around like an extension of himself—all raw, barely contained anger trembling out through the cracks. Lashing thick, brutal lines across his forehead. In the sharp, downward tug of his mouth tucked behind a bed of brunt umbre hair.

He was difficult to deal with on a good day, even when he'd offer that mocking smile of his. A parody of geniality—lips split upwards like a crocodiles maw.

(come, come, put your hand inside this beasts jaws; he won't bite—)

As fucking if.

You've only known him in pieces. Patches. Barely enough to make a whole picture, but you could still fill in the empty spaces with that grizzled anger of his that seemed to roll off of him in waves.

(no wonder he burns so hot—it's all that fury.)

Mostly, he'd come to dress you down in front of everyone watching. Snapping at the sight of your desk—organised chaos a true oxymoron (and for the most part, that seemed to be what he thought of you: a moron)—and how you handled files, and how you waltzed around like you owned the place—

and do you, sweetheart? do you own this place, mm? is that why you never listen to a goddamn thing i tell you?

All-in-all: a miserable fucking man.

And one made of sharp, brutal contradictions. Paradoxes layered over each other. Sealed with fury—of the righteous, pragmatic kind—and reinforced with an utilitarian core. Forlorn hope in the distinct shape of a man, one always readying himself for a pyrrhic victory (but a victory, nevertheless).

Easy, in hindsight, to deal with when you knew how to navigate the frothing gyre of anger and juxtapositions that made up the man who brute force, physicality, to get what he wanted.

By sharp contrast, the version of him who stands before is more enigmatic than the mangled mess of savagery and labyrinthine defenses. Almost unknowable. Unfathomable.

Even more so when he lifts his hand—scarred up, still blistered and bruised from fighting his way through fire and kin to get to you—and presses those mangled knuckles to the swell of your cheek, as tender as a man like him could ever allow himself to be, and runs a soft, shallow line down the side of your face. Eyes—still that same, dizzying blue—darken into liquid sapphire as he stares at you. Inexplicably soft. Lids crested. Half-mast in pleasure as if staring at your face was relaxing. Comforting.

Something swirls in those deep, endless lagoons. Some implacable emotion—all at once too much; too heavy—frissoning over his feature. A paroxysm. You can't catch it. Can't define it.

It's unquantifiable. Unknowable. And yet—

You know, instantly, that John Price would never look at you with something this archaic, this intense, brimming up like geysers in the endless spill of blue that can't seem to look away from you.

This man is not John Price.

But when he pulls you into a kiss—one softer and sweeter than you'd ever imagined the infamous captain could ever be capable of—you let him.

In fact, you kiss back.

And you'd really rather not think about what that says about you.

[withered--s0uls]

Ok ik I have,,, a lot of AUs to get through lol

But for now the plan is

- "Dormant" Absolute Solver, main fic

-> will be pre written, checked over, will probably ask friends if they wanna proof read before I post it? Idk, that is the main one I'm really worried ab quality for bc its important to me

- Intertwined Codes

-> need to figure out a format (might bundle a few acts together into separate fics as separate parts)

-> need to outline & mess with timeline

-> will for the start pick up where "Intertwining Codes" left off

-> won't take itself too serious for the sake of my sanity

- "Dormant" Absolute Solver, side fic(s), oneshots etc

-> will start outlining when main fic is finished

-> providing some backstory & AS sided POV

- Blood & Bats

-> first 3 chapters already outlined

-> will work on eventually, probably not too consistently

- Trapped / Hivemind

-> will be a oneshot or two shot at most, there's not much to tell really

- Trapped Dormancy

-> will be done when DAS & T/HM are out as it's a crossover between them, probably just a oneshot collection

- DD Cyn

-> needs to be named first of all

-> wont stress myself over too much, since DAS is already a bigger story for my standards I'll take my time with this

- Solver Shift

-> same as DD Cyn; will probably work on after a break from DAS & alongside B&B (so I'll take it slow)

- Tangled Drones

-> gotta get the other crossover refs down first

-> make outline

-> I swear I didn't forget ab this I promise the Vat7k/TTS x MD AU is coming eventually 😭

Other fandom aus (like FOP/FOP:ANW & maybe my old fnaf:sb au if I revive it) will be done after I got less of these on my to do list

Also keep in mind I have other projects on my plate too & am very depressed so 😭 please be patient with me

I also have another idea but,,, that depebds entirely on a friends decision sooo... let's focus on all this first lol

[clownsuu]

Sometimes when you look at art, it looks right back at ya

Me??? Enjoying coloring??? Less likely than you think smhh

[cubbihue]

Hey uh. Am I misinterpreting something or have you been implying that the entire changeling situation sucks for more reasons than “bad things happen if the changeling gets caught”. Like am I misinterpreting something or are you saying it’s directly terrible, at least the process, for the godkid???

Fifth Consequence of becoming a Fairy: Alterations of the Soul.

The child's body undergoes Physical Changes to become a fairy, but they also undergo a metaphysical change as well. The soul must be adjusted, shaped, broken and remade. These changes allows the child to accept magic into their body, and handle any disruptions in time or perception.

Their soul is transformed into their proper Fairy's Crown, and the child would have officially become a True Pixie! Yippiiiie!!

Thankfully, this part of the process is painless! Or, well, more like Timmy fell unconscious during it. Though Timmy says he sometimes feels strange moments of loss. Like an essential part of himself has been ripped away from where it should be.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[dragonfoxes]

FERALNETTE

[wolfbeestudio]

It's DanDaDan, but kitties! So it's NyaNaNya~ 🐾🐾🐾

[thegreatlock]

Banner art for an AU Blog !!!

You should totally check it out if you like ancients suffering & zombies . @jellywalker-apocalypse

Issa fun project my friends and I are working onnnn! ( ^ ∇ ^ )

[insert-cephalopod-joke]

Bro really visited her friend

Bonus!