#endling au

[robotgutzz]

AU CONCEPT!

MAJOR, MAJOR BASEGAME OUTER WILDS SPOILERS

^

^

I DO MEAN IT. MAJOR.

Okay. Now that they’re gone.

I have an AU ive been working on. (And Art for it, too!)

ENDLING AU:

Inspired by the extremely recent transmissions displayed in the Vessel - what if there were a means of connecting with the Nomai after the loop had been broken already?

Art i made, first and foremost. If i am egged on enough i may make a fic out of it.

First one, is some ancient Nomai, to get a good idea of what they look like as they are seen in the game. Second, is my idea for a Modern Nomai.

A doodle of two nomai after the plot has kicked off. Both of these two are ocs! Almost every nomai you will see out of this au is an OC contributed by a friend! But these two are mine.

Speaking of, here is Ficus. Hatchy’s rescuer and resident dad. Ill definitely explain more of the plot later, but for now, here you all go. Feel free to shoot me asks about the AU, and ill answer them for everyone!:)

[nights-at-crystarium]

Putting together my old mlp doodles: alicorn Exarch, earth pony Raha, breezie Vivi. This should make more sense now that his connection to the fae is shown in the comic.

[lambouillet]

My very crude references.. Goat and lambert + precotl lamb and a the few other endlings from other flocks they travelled with for a little bit

[foolsfrogg]

I love the goofy guyssss

[assigned-caim-at-birth]

GIBA

(short for Gibbulas) she was on the other side of the planet where wayne and crew were during hylics 1, as well as completely underground in an enclosed vault because she, like other of her species, would commit mass cannibalism and was imprisoned away. during both games she made music on her laptop and got popular enough in the online music community to buy herself a lockpick set from Wamaxon (hylics amazon) and got out. she was able to go to 1(one) moon age lobotomy concert before they disbanded.

[jctko]

After 89 years, she returned from the dead with the 8th chapter of I Want The World To End, where Harrowhark is finally forcefed some answers about her hallucinations (and also the many other things that are wrong with her)... even if they aren't perfect. I hope you all had a great New Year's and that the new one has been kind to you.

I am now back in school and aching for at least one juicy A, so we can probably expect to go back to the schedule of one chapter a month. I do also have a side WIP, but we'll see how that goes...

In the meantime, feel free to read my TLT exchange for Sarsparilla, the shrike remembers the dance , or the absolutely wonderful gift I received from senseoftheday, what's the point of robbery (when nothing is worth taking).

Excerpt:

“Do you believe in ghosts, Miss Nonagesimus? I do.”

Her breath hitched, but she did not respond beyond a shake of her head.

“I saw one myself, once. The night of my tenth birthday, I saw a younger woman standing by my bed with a light that came from no source I could see. When I described her to my mother, she said that it matched the depiction of a grandmother I had never met.” Teacher smiled again, but the same light did not quite reach his eyes. “I know that your kind tend to hold more to the science side of life, and I have no quarrel with it. But I truly believe in remnants- revenants of anger, or loss, or revenge.”

Harrow did not speak again, fighting against the sensations that clawed for purchase within her. She lowered her gaze to where her fingers curved around the waist of the mug. Hygge og kos, unintelligible words, pressed against the inside of her thumb. “You are a strange priest.”

Teacher laughed again and reached for a biscuit.

Harrowhark took a deep breath before muttering, “If ghosts are real then why did I never see my parents after they died?” She did not look away from the safe embrace of the og. Nona didn’t stop playing, but she heard the breath of Palamedes catch in his false throat. And why did I see Gideon?

“I do not know the answer to that, Miss Nonagesimus. There are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in my philosophy.”

“Was that Hamlet?”

“That, my dear, was the best ghost story ever written.”

[mof17]

guess who got into an obsession with the silent hill games…….it’s the only thing I can think of at alll…

[symphony-calamity]

Thinking about a nightclub AU where the Endless siblings own a nightclub called Endless Nights and Hob gets a job as a bouncer there. Probably featuring Death setting him up with Dream.

[yueebby]

happy friday! this evening, im snuggled up and drinking hot cocoa while i knock out some of my christmas event fics ><

[octahedral-chaos]

*rattles my brain around for loose asks*

Rúna, Daylily, and one other oc of your choice get plopped in Rain World at roughly slug-cat size. You can pick one of my characters and one of Mystic's characters (ocs or au interpretations) to drag in there with them.

What happens?

Hmmmmm... choosing Endling, Aziel (yours) and Duality! Aven (@mystic-131) for this-

I think Aziel and Endling might be the ones best suited for survival, Rúna and Duality! Aven are a close second and Daylily might be the worst out of the bunch... probably-

Granted, Daylily could help with protecting everyone-

[the-barefoot-hatter]

Iiiiiiiiiiiii like the salt in the wound option~

I think Bill is like, the model for postpartum depression. This triangle is already repressing soooo much guilt, and he carries so much fear of himself, and any kids he pops out will no doubt be freaky by Euclydian standards, and he's probably already lost or never learned so much about Euclydia...

But at the same time, now he's not alone, for the first time in a trillion years! that's amazing AND terrifying!

I think we lowkey tend to overlook that Bill is the last one of his species. The last thing that proves his home existed.

Aside from like, tweaking tf out while being human in Bill redemption stories, I think him having kids would soften the blow or put salt in the wound. He doesn't have to be the last one, not anymore.

Although, it’s up for debate where he would teach his kids the culture and customs of Euclydia. Either the memories are too painful to bear and let resurface or he can finally share something that he hasn’t really talked much of.

Mb for this 😭 my iPad and pen arent working and I was seriously trying to work on making Billford kids but I gotta put that on hold for now.

[robotgutzz]

ENDLING AU: CHAPTER 1

Hey, folks! I finally finished chapter 1 of Endling! Once again, MASSIVE OUTER WILDS BASE GAME SPOILERS. For those who haven't touched the DLC, don't worry! this fic is safe for you!

This is my first fic, so if there's anything odd, that is probably why. Enjoy!

[lovesickeros]

☆ choir of the faithless

{☆} characters venti, kaeya, the abyss {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings violence (minor) {☆} word count 2.7k

One moment, you lay wistlessly in your bed, head full of fleeting thoughts and ideas you bounced around internally. You were moment away from falling asleep, the draw of exhaustion unraveling the threads of your mind, pulling you apart and weaving your thoughts into the fathomless depths of a boundless dream.

The next you conclude that is exactly where you must be – blinking rapidly against the bright sun that bears down upon you through the massive branches and array of thousands of leaves swaying above you. It can only be a dream because you know those roots, those winding branches and the soothing song of wind chimes as leaves rustle and sway in the invisible path of the wind. It feels too real, but don't many dreams? You reach your hand sluggishly skyward, imagining the feeling of touching those leaves so high above, admiring the way light fractures as it passes through the tree so massive it blots out the sky above you. You'd have to crane your neck just to catch a proper glimpse of solemn blue past the swaying ocean of vivid greens.

It's beautiful.

It's familiar in the way home is. That warmth that settles in your chest, the solemn, quiet moments between. You've spent hours staring up at this tree, both your first steps and your last, simply admiring it all for what fleeting moments you can cling to.

You've played the game long enough – strayed towards its familiar branches at they reach towards the heavens – to recognize Windrise at even a passing glance. The perfect portrait of Mondstadt – the massive oak at the center, the statue of the seven with its hands outstretched and its wings curled protectively around itself..a memory of something you've seen a hundred thousand times, lingering like a ghost amongst its branches and roots, clinging to its familiarity. Maybe Mondstadt isn't the most complex, or gorgeous, or detailed..but it was the first stepping stone to the world of Teyvat you knew. It was the beginning of the Travelers journey and your own – the first, hesitant step into a game you'd learned to love.

You might as well enjoy it might it lasts, right?

This tumultuous, fragile dream of yours.

You sit up with no small amount of hesitancy, taking in the rolling, distant hills and far away cliffs. Mondstadt isn't that far – far enough that it bleeds into the scenery, but you feel that pang of fragile familiarity seeing it in the distance anyway. In contrast to its nation, Mondstadt stood like a towering beacon of stability, stark grey against the ever expanding hues of green and blue, a symbol of tranquility among the monster-laden lands beyond its walls. You still come by once and a while, whether or not it's your favorite place to linger – if only to reminisce and ponder the countless hours you've sunk into the game. To take a moment and admire the nation that had slowly dragged you into loving the world you've become so familiar with, to truly take a moment and process your endless journey further, deeper, into the mystery of Teyvat as it slowly unraveled like a spool of thread.

It felt almost real. The grass beneath you, the wind rustling the leaves and swirling around you, the warmth of the distant sun as it stood unwavering at its peak – but it was a dream. Vivid, maybe, but still a dream.

You didn't want to wake up from it, though.

It'd be nice to stay here for a little longer, to be able to wander past these fragile barriers of the world around you – but would you wake if you longed to see those distant horizons? Would you even remember this dream? Maybe not.

But the endless urge to explore – to see and truly experience that distant, familiar visage for yourself – was calling. A craving to run your hand along towering stone walls, to trace the intricate lines of the alchemy table you'd used hundreds of times, to get lost in the endless books tucked away in the library..a longing that you could never fulfill.

But you'd try anyway, wouldn't you?

You'd make the most of this fleeting dream – stumbling like a newborn fawn after seelies, watching from hidden perches as the occasional cart rolled by on dirt roads, observing the distant hilichurl with a look of solemn understanding. Re-familiarizing yourself with the paths you'd traveled hundreds of times, treading along the same, curious line you'd taken the Traveler.

Maybe it was just an aspect of the dream, but the wildlife didn't run away like it did in the game – the wild boars startled when you approached, but they'd settle down and continue their idle grazing before long. The occasional crystalfly fluttered to your outstretched hands like a moth to flame, the cool, subtle touch of anemo against your skin like a soft breeze, ephemeral and fleeting.

Even the squirrels did not flee at your boundless curiosity – it is as if you are a ghost, perhaps, wandering these wide spanning plains in search of..well, you aren't sure. You let your feet guide you, just like you used to. There is charm in the aimless exploration, a sort of comfort in wandering and observing the world through new eyes.

Perhaps you should've taken more caution when you reached Mondstadt itself – a dream was a fragile thing, after all..there was no telling when a dream could meld into a nightmare. But you were in the nation of freedom, who could blame you for throwing caution to the wind?

Uncertain as your steps across the bridge were, it was tranquil – ducks skimmed beneath the bridge, fish dotted the serene surface, clear waters rippling with their movements. There was something about it all that felt more alive. It felt more real, for a moment, but what an absurd thought that must be.

A dream is no more real than Teyvat.

And at the gates of the city, at last, you feel relief – the eyes of NPCs glide over you like water over the back of a swan, allowing you to simply step past them without even an utterance of a question. Up close, with your own eyes to guide you, Mondstadt is more alive than it's ever been. The people converse and laugh and breathe – the small details you'd miss looking through the limited frame of the Traveler peek through, now.

You get so lost in admiring it all you almost trip over a cat that strays near your feet, rubbing against your ankles. Your hand twitches, as if to reach down and pet it, to feel it's fur beneath your palm – but the small voice that flows from the tavern stalls you in your tracks. You don't have to turn around to know who it is, you've heard her voice enough times to recognize it – and, really, you'd rather not get caught up in the logistics of interacting with the characters in a dream at the moment. It's not like they can see you, besides. Everyone else didn't even seem to know you were there at all.

And you were here to explore, first. You could test the limits of the dream later, once you're satisfied you've seen it all.

You sidestep the cat – as much as it pains you to ignore it, you really don't know how much time you're afforded in this dream – and take up wandering undeterred. Maybe you'll check out the library, next..you only read a measly fraction of the books there, after all, and the wonder of something new is a tempting lure. Maybe if you get the chance, you'll seek out your favorite character – even if the dream ends there, it'll at least dampen the disappointment when you awake in your own bed again.

Mondstadt is still relatively small, despite seeming so much bigger – by the time you're slinking into the Knights of Favonius Headquarters, your legs are aching from all the walking. Even if you don't find anything too interesting here, well, you'll take sitting down for a moment to catch your breath at least.

The game made it seem so easy to get from Windrise to the city, but your legs practically putty when you peered into the library with a healthy amount of caution – it's not like anyone has even glanced your way since you woke up in this dream, but you knew not to test it around Lisa and her books..

Even if it was a dream, waking up because you got electrocuted by a pissed off librarian didn't sound very appealing.

Especially because, along the way, you'd become the perch for a handful of anemo crystalflies. You'd almost forgotten some linger on the rooftops until now..well, they seemed content to just rest on your limbs, and it's not like they weighed much if anything. It'd probably be fine – how much harm could a crystalfly cause?

The steps down into the lower level of the library creaked slightly as you slowly took in the grandiose room, trying to glimpse some semblance of familiarity amongst the hundreds of book covers nestled into the shelves. Maybe having a reference of just ten or twenty books wasn't exactly the most extensive list – you could barely even remember what books you mindlessly picked up chasing glittering spots like a moth chases the flickering flame.

Maybe you'll see Venti's statue, next – it was impressive enough in game, you could only imagine how it looks in person, how the smooth stone feels beneath your fingertips.

For now, you scour the rows and rows of book, gleaning the contents of the books from the assorted covers and titles so foreign to you. You recognize a scarce few, those you picked up on your first, brisk walk through the library scouring for treasure just to be disappointed at the lack of it. These days you're just happy to bask in the atmosphere and reminisce here – unless you're dragging your feet to do your Theater for the month. Not a lot of room for reminiscing when you're busy fighting for your life to finish on time.

Still, you're almost half disappointed there hasn't been many playable characters around..sure, maybe they'd just ignore you like the other NPCs, but it'd still be nice to see them. If Dawn Winery wasn't so far away, you'd consider dropping by, just to see, but..well, you've hiked long enough, personally.

Though as much as you'd like to busy yourself in the library, you do want to make the most of your time, too. You don't pay much attention to the patter of footsteps as you ascend the stairs and awkwardly step past the guard outside the library, the brief blur of reds and blues in the corner of your eyes gone before you can truly see its source. Well, there's more to see anyway – the cathedral was impressive enough when you first saw it in game, you can only imagine it's magnificence now.

All the stairs definitely feels worse now that you can't just haul yourself up a wall like in game, though. Maybe it would've been better to rest a bit more in the library, but you really didn't want to waste this chance..how often did you really have this much control over a dream, anyway? You feel lucky it hadn't turned into a nightmare.

And it was more than worth it when you crested the top of the stairs, the wind rushing past you for a brief moment and almost making you stumble as your eyes flit towards the towering stone you'd known so well. Hands outstretched and draped in robes, looking all the Archon they are..well, it was a lot more detailed like this. The lull of music doesn't escape you, either – because of course they'd be strumming that lyre beneath their own statue. Playing to an audience who knows not the bard that plays a melody of their own triumphs. The same bard who commands the wind as if an extension of themself, their voice the chimes that sing in tune with its winding paths, free and true.

Even if you've never heard the song they play before, it leaves a warm feeling in your chest – a homesickness, maybe, for a place you've never even been to. A longing for the world made up of lines of code and pixels on a screen. Endless yearning for a world not your own – a place you don't belong.

Poetic, isn't it?

Fitting, seeing as your audience is a bard who loves to tempt another into a riddle of their own, their silver tongue used for mischief rather than malice.

It wouldn't be so bad if you woke up now, you think. Lulled back to reality by the gentle strum of a lyre and the sweeping winds.

A reality all your own.

The harsh twang of a lyre brings you out of your aimless reverie, eyes of the teal ocean meeting your own in a moment of startling clarity. You are almost tempted to look behind you, for they must be perceiving another – but the empty, hollow thud of the lyre hitting the cobbled ground is like a bullet to the chest.

Beneath the shrouded eyes of an Archon, the wind coils into a tightly wound bolt that sings with danger, the draw of a string making your blood run cold and your instincts flare up.

Before you could even process the fact they'd just drawn a bow – the bow you had given them – the pillar of the corridor shattered like glass beneath the force of an elemental arrow, rubble dusting the cobblestone and dragging you out of your horrified stupor. If it hadn't been between the two of you, you can only dread to imagine what an arrow that pulverized rock would do to you.

There's a knot in your stomach as you turn to pace right back down the stairs, but you stutter at the sharp glint of metal and familiar blue hair that stands frozen mid-step – for a moment you can't even register any of this, your mind refuses to accept the stark, bleeding truth right in front of you, but the shrill sound of anemo forces you to make a choice. You only hesitate for a moment before throwing yourself over the edge of the wall, nearly choking on your saliva when you hit the ground – it was farther than you remember, but when your other choice is a blade and an arrow, you're thankful you haven't broken anything yet as you stumble to your feet.

Why haven't you waken up yet? You don't want to be in this dream anymore – you don't want anything to do with the nightmare it's become. Just seeing their faces, familiar and once so calm and warm, contrasted with the sharp edge of danger made you want to be sick.

Water – water will wake you up, right? That always works. Your feet slip on the dirt, struggling to gain purchase, forcing yourself to rush towards the cliffs edge – you have to repeat that it's just a dream like a mantra just to keep yourself calm when you look down, the lapping waves and jagged rocks making you almost reconsider. Not that you get the chance, really, when the wood of the tree beside you is splintered so violently you can feel them digging into your skin.

You don't even realize you've lost your footing until the edge of the cliff gives beneath your heel, air rushing around you and forcing what little breath was left in your lungs out violently. Your vision blurs into a collage of blue and grey, the sky above and the side of the cliff you find yourself falling from flooding your vision – you have to trust you'll simply wake up in your bed once you hit the water. You have to.

You don't want to imagine what it would mean if you didn't.

It's just a dream – all of it is just a dream, no. a nightmare.

And as the water parts from the impact of your body against the surface, it drags you down like an anchor weighed against your chest. Your vision bleeds into white, a chill enveloping your limbs until you feel numb – dead, probably. You must be dead. You died and you plead that you wake up back at home, exhaling whatever breath you had left, cold stinging your throat like shards of glass.

Anchored weightlessly in frigid cold, blinded by stark white, your fleeting thoughts are silenced as your consciousness flickers in and out, lingering long enough only to hear the murmur of a raspy, unearthly voice.

"I believe the experiment can be considered a success, Princess."

[jctko]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus, John Gaius/ A surprise person shhh, sort of - Relationship, Pyrrha Dve & Gideon the First (Locked Tomb Series), Previous Mercymorn the First / Augustine the First Characters: Harrowhark Nonagesimus, Gideon Nav, Mercymorn the First (Locked Tomb Series), Augustine the First (Locked Tomb Series), Cristabel Oct, John Gaius | Necrolord Prime, Pyrrha Dve, Gideon the First (Locked Tomb Series), The Body | Alecto | The Girl in the Tomb Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Pacific Rim Fusion, Prologue, Hurt/Eventual Comfort, but not in this fic babey, Worldbuilding, this was meant to be a prologue but now it's its own thing, also i made harrowhark aussie so i could piss off the new zealanders, POV Second Person, but theres a funky narrator in there but u have to be patient :) Series: Part 1 of Endlings Summary:

In the year of 2177, mysterious and massive beasts begin to rise from the Pacific Ocean, leaving destruction in their wake. Calling them "kaiju", a group of New Zealanders strive to comprehend what it means while the foundations of science and rationale are shattered.

Several decades later, a young Harrowhark Nonagesimus struggles with her hatred for Gideon Nav while growing up with ghosts and spectators.

Pacific Rim AU

[angstychilz]

A Brand New Life, A Whole New Shape

The human body is such a fickle thing. Accidents are bound to happen, and only so much can be done to correct them.

This idea has been rattling alongside my two brain cells for the past couple of days now. With the fact that, with the Book of Bill, Bill canonically is the last of his race after blowing up his home dimension (or something like that), my science nerd brain went “Oh, so he’s an endling. That’s unfortunate.” And then after listening to the song of the extinct Kauai ‘O’o, my brain went, “Does he have to be the only one tho.”

Honestly, making Stanford into a Euclidean was bound to happen with my thought process going the way it did. So, here he is in my AU called ‘New Normal’.

In this AU, I like tossing around the possible biological and social aspects of what being a Euclidean would be and feel like. Imagine what senses they would have with evolving into a society in their 2D world! So, what better way to explore it than stripping Stanford of his human body and giving him a new one!

Also, in case you are wondering what are around their ankles, those are tags given to them by some sort of intergalactic ecology nerd to keep track of Bill (and now Ford) considering they are an endangered species. It’s me y’all, I’m the intergalactic ecology nerd

Y’all, plz tell me I ain’t the only one brain rotting over the possibilities. Human Bill is fine and all, but I truly feel the potential of Shape-ford is untapped gold that needs pillaging. I have been yearning to see more of it ;w;

[symphony-calamity]

Did someone say “nightclub AU snippet”?

(Fic coming to Ao3...eventually. Probably.)