#eo horror au

[vexic929]

heart♡stealer

an AU idea I've had bouncing around for a while, happy Eobirthday! <3333

Warnings: literal stealing of hearts

The average adult human heart weighs around 9 ounces.

Less than a pound of muscle, insignificant in mass, the size of a small fist. Frustratingly vital.

The Negative Speed Force was not perfect. It was not the Speed Force. It was an engine, a parasite, a hollowed-out thing feeding on his hatred. It did not embrace him, it did not care to. It devoured, relentlessly.

It consumed him.

Eobard Thawne was decaying.

Not in the poetic sense. Not in the wistful way one might describe the gradual softening of mortality, not in the natural way all things came to an end. No, this was something worse. Something cruel. His body rejected its own existence, an anomaly unmoored from time, an echo that should have long faded but refused to die - his heart, no longer adequate, no longer sufficient, unable to withstand the speeds at which he was now accustomed to. It failed him in agonizing increments - erratic beats, a constant ache spreading through his ribs, the unmistakable warning of something breaking down inside him.

The first time had been unplanned. A desperate, necessary experiment.

Harrison Wells had been dying already.

Eobard remembered it vividly - the dim, flickering headlights, the scent of gasoline curling in the cold night air, the slow, ragged gasps of a dying man trying to drag himself from the wreckage. He had been watching, standing over him, the ruined remains of the car groaning as it settled into stillness.

Phasing took practice. Precision. Too little control and he risked disruption - vessels torn too violently, cardiac tissue rendered useless. He had to be delicate. Eobard's hand blurred as he reached forward, his molecules vibrating at impossible speeds, slipping through skin, through muscle, through Harrison Wells' ribcage. His fingers wrapped around Wells' heart, still fighting, still alive, and he pulled.

The electric charge of Wells' life force surged up his arm, dancing through his veins like the Negative Speed Force itself, reviving him. His own heart restarted with a painful, shuddering force. He exhaled.

Wells' heart withered instantly, collapsing, blackening, shriveling like paper held to an open flame. With barely a movement, Eobard crumbled it into dry, useless dust between his fingers.

The heart lasted longer than his own but not long enough.

Eobard did not waste. He did not take without reason. He did not kill for pleasure - only necessity. A jogger on an early morning run. A businessman returning home. A doctor alone on the late shift. He targeted each precisely to ensure the hearts would last. Each seemed only to fail faster.

Barry Allen had stripped him of his future, of his place in history, had left him rotting in a century that was never meant to hold him, in a body that refused to sustain him. But he would find a way to survive.

Again.

And again.

And again.

[sincerely-sofie]

Thinking of that previous anon ask, and now I got an art request; Dusknoir wearing one of those "My eyes are up here" shirts with the S crossed out and holes cut for his belly eyes.

I actually have a slightly even more cursed concept, if we go based on my headcanon that Dusknoir’s eyes on his stomach and back are ocelli and therefore functional enough to count as eyes as well.

[llamagoddessofficial]

Ok ok ok. Bear with me. aka-indulgence indulged (lol) my whims too much and kept giving me good ideas. Now my mind is whirring.

Bad guys Mafia AU, where Nightmare is the big boss, as per usual. However... secretly, Nightmare has been going undercover in the police force, using his shapeshifting powers to pose as a softspoken by-the-book skeleton monster who likes paperwork and does what he's told. He's VERY deep undercover, quietly working his way up the internal ranks, giving himself access to more and more important information like evidence and arrest records. 'Eos' (thank you @owl-bones for being great with names) is boring, hard working, devoted to his 9-5 desk job. Eos hates conflict and action and doesn't even know how to turn off the safety on a gun. Eos is so non-confrontational people barely remember his name or that he's there. Eos goes totally under the radar.

... Then, while undercover... he meets you. A plucky assistant, with big dreams of being a detective. He's suddenly unexpectedly smitten. Despite the 'boring' persona he's put on, he finds his affections clearly returned. You and Eos start up an extremely cute will-they-won't-they, an adorable office romance where the two of you gradually open up to each other. He finds out about your passion for bringing the rich and powerful to justice. You find out about his love of classical music.

Of course, in the meantime, you're trying to investigate this big scary 'Nightmare' guy. Perhaps you even sneak your way into one of his functions, much to Eos' dismay, determined to dig up dirt and bring down the unjust elite. Perhaps you end up having a one-on-one conversation with Nightmare... where you discover that (to your horror) Nightmare is clearly attracted to you. Even worse - you're attracted to him. The two of you have incredible chemistry like nothing you've ever felt. Nightmare is dangerous, seductive, evil, but you absolutely can't get enough of him. He's everything you tell yourself you're not allowed to want.

For you, it's a dramatic life-or-death love triangle. You're trapped between two sides of yourself; there's the safe and loving but 'boring' Eos, who represents a steady but unglamorous future. And then there's Nightmare, wealth and power, the monster that brings out the side of you no one else can. Eos loves you, but Nightmare knows you.

Nightmare? He's having the time of his life. He's found someone who loves him in all his forms, old and new. He gets the best of both worlds. Now, to find a way to bring you into the fold...

[mikimakiboo]

Time Travelers AU - Standing Guard

I came back from the deads for a few days, and I'm sick btw so I might return to the deads soon

Anyway (really) small chapter to get back on track (hopefully)

@ancha-aus cmhere friend

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The night was fresh, but not too cold, which was good as they were all sleeping outside. They arrived late, the sun was soon to set, they wouldn't find anyone willing to let them stay at their house at night. Cross didn't like that they had to sleep under the trees, the forest was dangerous, they were vulnerable in the dark, but the others had to rest, the jump had been tiring.

He looked at them, Horror was sitting against a tree, Dust was next to him, seeking warmth as his clothes didn't look very warm, Killer was a little apart, he had climbed up a small tree to sleep far from the ground, and finally Nightmare was near the river, against a tree as well, seeming still mad as he kept his distance. Cross was standing guard. He couldn't go to sleep, someone had to watch out, and the others were tired, plus it was his job to protect them. He yawned, feeling his own tiredness emerging a little more, and went to walk around the area, trying to stay awake. He listened carefully, stopped to look around, but didn't spot anything.

When he came back to where the group was, Horror was awake. He looked at Cross when he arrived, relieved to see he wasn't far, and got up carefully as to not wake Dust up. Cross was ready to tell him he could go back to sleep, that there wasn't any danger and he just went to check, but Horror was faster.

- Sofa at ótt.

He told him, pointing at where he was previously sitting. Cross looked up at him confused, did he want him to sit ? He couldn't sit, he had to stand guard.

- Eo ne poez.

Cross declined, but Horror shook his head, not taking his refusal for an answer.

- Hvíla. He said to Cross, then pointed at himself. Gæta.

Cross kept staring for a while, not quite understanding what Horror wanted. Was there a problem ? Did he misunderstood ? Was Horror not asking him to sleep but wanted to tell him something else ? What was he trying to say ?

- Warde. Horror finally said, pointing at himself again.

That was French. That was a word in Cross's language. One he had used a few days ago when Dust told him he did a good job and could take a break. One Horror apparently remembered. Warde: guard. Horror wanted to stand guard with him ?

- Sleep. He pointed to Cross.

That was a word in Dust's language, one Dust had used quite often to say "dormir". Horror wanted him to sleep ? He wanted to take turn in standing guard to allow Cross to rest ? The offering was quite tempting, and Cross was tired, but it was his job to protect them ! He couldn't sleep on the job ! But again, if he was tired, he couldn't protect them properly as his attention span would be longer. He would put them in danger if he couldn't react fast enough... so maybe he could sleep a little, let Horror handle it for a while and come back after a quick nap ?

He looked at the place next to Dust. It was... even more tempting, to sit next to him, let him sleep on his shoulder... no time for distractions. He looked up at Horror and handed him his sword. Horror didn't have his axe anymore, he needed a weapon, even though Cross was sure the Viking could take someone in a fight with his bare hands and win, but prevention is better than cure.

Horror looked at the sword before looking up at Cross, confused, but ended up grabbing the sword when seeing his insistant gaze. He pat him on the shoulder, and went to take his place watching over them.

Cross looked at him before turning to Dust, who was still sound asleep against the tree. He felt his cheeks getting hotter the longer he looked at him. He was going to sleep so close to him. Would it be weird ? Would Dust be disappointed to see him instead of Horror when waking up ? Should Cross sleep somewhere else ?

Dust shivered, and Cross didn't think much longer before sitting down next to Dust and putting his cape around him. His clothes were so short, they didn't even cover his arms ! Killer was dressed shortly too, but he seemed to be more resistant than Dust to the cold. He didn't want him to be sick, so he would happily share his warmth.

His magic crackled in his soul when he felt Dust shift to get closer to him and he almost damned his armor for not letting him share more warmth by embracing the small skeleton. He didn't want to make him uncomfortable by pressing the hard metal against him.

He watched him sleep, looking so peaceful, so calm and trusting, so easy to hurt, that Cross only wished to protect that look forever, to make sure that he would never feel like he was in danger, like he could never let his guard down... he wanted him to feel safe with him, to rely on him without any second thought, he wanted to be strong enough to protect him from any kind of danger, from a criminal to a dragon, he would keep Dust safe.

Dust and the others. He shook his head. He wanted to protect the others too, not only Dust, they were all important to him, they were... they were his friends ? They were friends, and Dust was his friend too so it was normal for him to want to protect him. And the others. Him and the others. He tried to focus on the group, but his mind kept coming back to the sleeping skeleton against his shoulder...

He was tired, he should sleep, and maybe the quick nap would help him sort off his thoughts about Dust... Dust and the others...

Dust shifted, opening his eyes after a yawn. He spotted Horror a little farther, and looked up to see who he was laying against. It was Cross, seemed like he took turn with Horror to stand guard. He grabbed the cape to pull it a little higher on his shoulders, and pressed himself against the knight to drift back to sleep. He was so cold, but at least the proximity helped a little with keeping some body warmth.

He missed his jacket.

[owl-bones]

Since the list may be outdated as it was a year ago; may we have a list of all of ya skeles currently Beau???

sure! this is a mostly comprehensive list. these guys get used and altered slightly to fit all the AUs/scenarios val (@/antlered-prince) and i have, but they're pretty consistent character-wise aside from that

(bold indicates newer boys)

outcodes:

oneiros (dream)

azure (blue)

encre (ink)

mac (error, also used as a non-canon bhc boy sometimes)

night terror (error!nightmare that i haven't talked about on here but i have so many thoughts and story ideas for)

daydream / mal (error!dream, same as above kjdfslkfjdlsf i gotta talk about them..........)

lucid (shattered dream, probably gonna change his name sldkfjslf)

blue (blueberror in my fic, he doesn't change his name)

ephialtes (val's nightmare, but i use him all the time)

bravo (val's killer)

whist (val's dust)

reuben (val's horror)

swapdream:

helios, aka hesperos/hesper (swap dream)

eosphoros, aka eos (swap nightmare)

varlet (killer, works for helios before teaming up with eos)

adze (horror, works for helios)

strike (lv 20 dust!cross)

there's also a dust that works for helios but i don't have a special name for him yet

there's also a blue that works for helios that's pretty different from my usual blues, but he doesn't have a special name yet either

rascal (swapfell papyrus)

fells:

clip (mafiafell sans)

barone (mafiafell papyrus)

pyre (swapfell!red papyrus)

rook (swapfell!red sans)

hijack (fellswap!prism papyrus)

saber (horrorfell papyrus)

mako (horrorfell sans)

miscellaneous:

alyr (outerhorror sans)

orion (outerhorror papyrus)

grim (reaper sans)

steel (post-'redemption' killer, also a non-canon bhc boy)

chroma (color sans i am rotating in my mind to be buddies with steel)

[bonefanatic]

saw @llamagoddessofficial 's fae au and got inspired. i hope this is okay-

(not proofread) ((btw I changed the names bc im not calling them nightmare and horror))

The wind howls around you, biting at the exposed flesh of your face and hands. It reminds you, however, that you have hands and they ache as you flex them. Snow sticks to your lashes and melts, you can't tell if freezes to your numb skin but it doesn't do much to soothe your fears of freezing to death.

You pause, gaze wandering over the expanse of snow and trees. It takes a moment for your thoughts to thaw.

The wings trapped under your coat are a dreadful reminder as to why you are braving the cold. You were desperate, desperate to remove the curse that had been given to you.

The curse of being half monster, half fae.

This was your last chance and, truly, it wouldn't matter if you survived the cold. Human or dead, that's what you should be.

Your body started moving again, dragging through the snow. Maybe you should stop now. Just lay down and die.

Don't stop.

Something called out but you couldn't hear the words. You felt them, they felt warm and familiar.

Keep going.

And you did. You couldn't run, not with the snow this deep but you suddenly felt motivated to hurry.

I'm here.

"Thank you...", the whisper was lost to the wind and you forced yourself to project the words. To share them with the voice.

Find me.

You spotted a color among the greys and white of the snow, barely visible through the trees. Part of you thought, for a moment, that it was Eos. He had always been depicted with a single, bright eyelight.

But his was supposed to be the turquoise wasn't it?

You must be fading into delusions. There was no guarantee that there was even a person there.

But the light was, and it was blood red.

Panic shot trhough you, but even the adrenaline that made your body want to move did little to battle the cold that has settled in your bones.

In the few moments you had stopped in a panic, the light had disappeared along with the voice.

A thud came from behind you and you whirled around, almost stumbling.

A large being stood before you, towering over your frozen frame and grinning. It's red eyelight focused on you, washing over the snow surrounding you. The light glinted off metal and your eyes flicked to a large axe with intricate runes etched into the blade.

The monster made a low cooing sound, seeming to lower itself to your level.

"fairy..", It spoke, smiling still. The word put dread in your gut and you stumbled back.

"Don't- I don't want to die-" It's first time in a long time you had thought that.

The skeletal being tilted it's head, bringing a hand and tapping an odd rhythm on its cheek...well, bone.

"i...would never..", it lowered itself further and leaned a little closer, "hurt you..little fairy..."

It spoke slowly you noticed, as though considering and tasting every word.

Unsure if you could trust it, you shifted on your feet.

"I...need to get to Lord Eos." You forced courage into the words. "Do you know how much longer it will take...?"

The being, you should really learn his name, shifted again. His eyelight darted away and he opted for scratching instead of tapping now.

"too long..", he decided. (You were fairly sure it was masculine and just saying 'it' felt rude.) "the storm will slow you down...'nd kill you before you can..get close...and you'd need..a guide, if you..if you made it..."

He one eyelight settled on you again.

"i could....guide you...and help with the...storm..." He peers down at you, waiting for an answer.

You consider for a moment. You don't know if you can trust him. You have no way of nothing whether or not you're in fae territory and whether or not he is fae. On top of that, he's armed and, while he hasn't posed himself as a threat, he could probably be a very large one if he wanted.

But you're cold, cursed and desperate.

"You swear you know the way?" You're pretty sure this works on full fae.

He nods slowly.

"Give me your name and swear to guide me."

He pauses, eyes focusing solely on you like he can see your very soul. Slowly, he rises and you tense, taking a step back. He reaches out, taking your hand in a way so gentle you don't expect it from him. He sets it on his chest, about where his soul his.

"jupiter...swears to you, little fairy...i will guide...protect you...and guide...". His eyelights are all large and fuzzy.

"Jupiter...is your name?"

He nods.

You don't offer him your own, and he doesn't ask. It comforts you slightly to withhold it from him.

The two of you walk another hour or so, mostly in silence. Jupiter rumbles occasionally or makes a whistling sound and pauses momentarily.

You don't ask.

It gets dark and even colder. The wind has died down substantially, thankfully.

You reminsesce over the constant armth of the village you once knew and mourn the loss.

But, you persist.

You swear you see the warm light of a fire, burning not too far away and it makes you want to hurry. Your eyelids feel heavy and you try to brush it off, but eventually....

The ground draws closer as you fall and before you give in to sleep, you feel Jupiter snag the hood of your coat and grumble.

"silly fairy.."

It strikes an awful feeling in your soul and as you pass out you feel like a silly, scared, tired, little fairy.

[rahleeyah]

"thinking lots of thoughts" about unhinged fiction?

What kinda thoughts? 👀

I am thinking lots of thoughts about the eo thg au prequel to victors that so far only exists in my head (apart from about 2k of a first chapter languishing in Google docs) wherein ~19 year old Elliot is mentoring ~15 year old Olivia thru her games, through all the violence and horror that she endures there, and through the nightmare that follows after, which in many ways is worse. The pair of them, young and alone and deeply traumatized, forming the bond that will be the foundation of the next twenty years of their lives.

I am also thinking a lot about a dubcon werewolf thing

[orxna]

|| In Our Talons Now || Evanuris Captive AU ||

“He’s always had a habit of picking up strays.”

The voice croons through the air like an oily black smog, Orana feels faint already as she blinks against the suddenly intense light. Like an insect beneath a magnifying glass. A hands cards through her hair, nails just on the wrong side of sharpness that nearly makes Orana wince. She feels terribly groggy, her limbs left feel uncooperative.

“He and Andruil are alike that way.”

Orana carefully keeps her eyes closed and her breathing as steady as possible. She cannot keep the small hitch at the name dropped before her like an unwanted gift--but the voices are busy with their petty squabbles somewhere above her.

“Hold your tongue, lest I take it.”

“I meant no offense to your paramour—“

“My wife—“

The first voice booms, righteous like thunder in her ears. The hand in her hair tightens, and the nails sharpen against the thin skin of her brow. It is this that has her scrambling down and away. She loses balance, as she often does when in unfamiliar locations. She crashes against the floor falling off of some sort of soft pedestal onto unforgiving stone, but lets but only a small grunt. It takes more time than she would hope, steadying herself enough to slither backwards and away from the voices.

“Eo canavarum, what is going on?”

She squints past the bright light, waits for her eyes to recover and adjust. Gradually she finds her breathe caught in her throat as she fully registers the two figures above her. They are so imposingly large it makes her heart stutter, remembering when she had dangled helplessly from such a monster's hand. For a moment phantom pain shoots up her lost limb while she scrambles to her feet.

Better to die standing, she decides. It was a courtesy few born within her station received.

Instead, she is once again touched, the large clawed hand reaching forward to stroke the side of her face. Orana steels herself, thinks of Danarius' hand tenderly caressing her baby soft hair as he boiled her Papa's blood in his veins.

The woman's voice sweetens, like honey meant to dul the taste of poisoned wine when she trills, “They call us a family, I suppose that makes me your Auntie.”

She takes in their twisted forms, Corypheus and his blighted corruption coming to mind. She suppresses a shiver and forces her face blank and her eyes foreward. She cannot look them in their glowing eyes but she can look just above, stare at skin stretched taut and tearing into flesh like horns. She thinks of the blood bond between Hawke and the Old Magister, that was not family. That was theft.

“You are no kin of mine.”

The male figure laughs, condescending and bright, “Come now, da'len, you’re smarter than that. We do not speak of your mortal father, I speak of your Babae.”

It shutters her thoughts, that this was somehow related to Hawke's blood, another warden curse. Babae, she knows that word, if only through the muddled voice of the Well singing in her ear. That is the connection, she realizes, that is who these people have decided she is kin to.

“S-Solas?”

“What a terribly rude da'len,” Mocking snickering unbefitting of such a titanic elf as he sneers, “Calling her father by his first name.”

The hand on her face travels, ghosting over the scar of her amputation and it takes all of Orana's will to keep still. A game, they are playing a game with her. They are the Evanuris and she would wager the woman must be Ghilan'nain a horror made flesh. She is less sure who the man is, but the way he spoke, the regard for reverence to the Father.

“Don’t be so harsh on her, manners have fallen to the wayside in the time we have been gone,” The Mistress of Monstrosities is petting her hair, like a noblewoman with a kitten. Her nails have reblunted, smoothing neatly over Orana's brow where the Ancient might find Vallaslin had she been Dalish, “His influence I’m sure.”

Orana takes a deep, even breath. They are only Magisters, more ancient and more powerful but she knows what it is they want from someone weak, prostrate before them. She bows, she has no pride not in the face of death. Pride is a waste of life when humility means she might live another day.

“It is an honor to meet you, Mistress Ghilan'nain and Father Elgar'nan.” She does not know the proper titles, the Well does not provide that to her but she knows courtesies. Orana pulls them over herself like an armor, like a shield of frost cooling her heart into something that cannot be harmed.

Laughter booms, not disapproving if his grin is to be believed. Her gamble was well spent even as unease creeps down her spine, “Now that's a clever da'len.”

The hands return, more than two and Orana breathes and breathes as they corral her further into this place--This temple, she assumes. “Yes, little Orana—No, I don’t believe I like that name overmuch,” A tight squeeze against her scarred stump. Orana presses her lips firmly and nary a sound escapes in spite of the pain, “It comes from vultures picking over the bones of our empire. What shall we call you, little Dread Pup?”

Her eyes are averted politely, just below their mouths as her betters but Orana's voice is firm when she announces, “My name is Orana Feddic-Hawke, my lady.”

Two grins greet her, “For now, da'len.”

[aettuddae]

im here again cause i have more thoughts that i cant keep to myself SORRY FOR THE MINI SPAM (is this considered a spam? idk)

every single crackship ur anons have made ive opposed, BUT i love ning & serim um 😲😲 idk they are just both cutie patooties

also since serim is such a plant freak i like to think her dream role would be someone in little shop of horrors and probably has preformed tbe whole thing on weverse live (and maybe to jimin now too😭😭)

i love that serim is a sone because karina is also a sone ahhh 😭😭 i hope when they finally can be around eo without having the urge to commit a homicide they can fangirl out (they would probably debate about stuff regarding the group)

im actually so not ready for this angst thats gonna come 😖😖 ur ability to go from silly to serious is diabolical (in a good way ofc) so im scared and still slightly scarred from hole in one…

its been awhile since ive complimented ur writing so i just want to say i hope u never lose a passion for it cause ur genuinely so good. whether its making smau on tumblr or writing about ur day in a journal i hope u continue to thrive and let ur creative juices flow😭😭 i seriously love when u update, it makes my day!! (i be reading it on my bed with my feet kicking back n forth like goo hara in the pretty girl mv)

AND ITS GETTING TOO LONG so ill finish it by saying something i say all the time but yeah to see how much youve grown as a writer is such a privilege!! okay thats it byeeeeee

- 🕷️

you know i don't mind the asks 🫶🏻

my anons most times want the oc to be far away from karina, i don't know how this blog has kept sailing 🫴🏼 ning and serim are a fan favorite 😭 they are adorable

as much as i like musicals, i didn't know about little shop of horrors and now i'm searching it, it feels it was made for serim. she totally knows it from start to end, and i don't know if she would perform it in front of jimin, but jimin has heard it so many times already she knows the songs

YES, my little sones 😭 they would watch the concerts on youtube and yell about what's their favorite japanese release. jimin will so tease serim about how she knows them, was on got the beat, and so on. when they come clean about snsd to eo, the smau is merely gonna be about it, sorry

it's crazy bc if you are a new reader who's only familiar with business matter you wouldn't know angst is my specialty 🤷🏻‍♀️ but chill, we have time before that 😉

writing makes me really happy, even if it's for an au or the format i feel like putting it out that day, i can't run away from it. i like finding ways to share it with people, and i'm glad there are ones that enjoy it. you've been around for a while, so thanks for liking what i do and being supportive, it makes me really happy when i see your asks too 🫂 since there are people who care, i still make stories 🤍

thank you for being so sweet 🫶🏻

[angelofbenignmalevolence]

Stuck in New Idea Hell

Would that be the Worst Thing - (Hood/Havoc) - Angst - Same Universe as Bathroom Trash. Havoc has the conversation with the Hood about having his child

The Liquor Cabinet Series - (Tracy Brothers, Jeff?, Kayo?, Penelope?, Grandma?) - character studies - based on alcholic drinks I associate with them

"Lady Like" - (Penelope, Kayo, Grandma) - Three part exploration of the major female characters based on the idea of what it is to be "Lady Like"

The Lantern Beneath the Waves - (Gordon, Scott?, John?, EOS?) - Thriller?, Horror? - Gordon finds an old, abandoned city beneath the sea and finds more than he bargained for

Untitled AU - (Ensemble Cast, Contains OCs) - AU, Sci-Fi - Lucille had a life as part of an experimental program before she escaped and met Jeff and created a family

Rescue/Rescued - (Ensemble Cast) - Thriller/Suspense - Some of the Tracy Boys are called out to a rescue where they become those in need of rescue as they are hunted by those they were sent to rescue

Marionettes and Chessmen - (Ensemble Cast, The Hood, Havoc, Fuse, Contains OCs) - AU, Thriller - International Rescue only believes they have caught the hood, but the rabbit hole goes deeper than they thought as they delve deeper into the Hood's organization.

I'm trying to figure out which one piques the audience's interest as well as my own. :) Let me know what you think :)

[not-that-dillinger]

((Give my muse an item and see how they react! Meme - Here's a random Tamagotchi, Digimon, or other virtual pet of your choice for Ed!

(For extra chaos, alternatively, an AU where a program of your choice is stuck in a virtual pet while Ed deals with things. 🤭 )))

Ed frowned at the three small cubes sitting on his office desk. The first, to his...horror? bafflement? was bright yellow. Vertical bars block out most of the screen, though it looks like the stick figure behind them is holding--attempting to shake them, and the speech bubble above it's head is entirely in special characters.

The second one, which he was mostly concerned about, was turquoise, and the stick figure inside was twirling a baton, though when Ed picked it up to get a closer look, it put the baton away and waved.

The third cube was a deep amethyst purple. It was sitting at a table, and appeared to be folding origami birds out of a stack of paper. When Ed picked it up, it folded a paper airplane, and threw it... somewhere outside the cube's borders. The speech bubble that materialized above it's head read,

--. .-. . . - .. -. --. … --..-- / ..- … . .-. -.-.--

The names labeled on each under the small screens, were Clu, Ark, and Eos.

How did this happen?

[vexic929]

maybe tonight is the night to act on the urge to write the horror au where eobard has to rip hearts out of peoples' chests in order to survive

[solar-acheron-zine]

Ô Muse, conte-moi l'aventure de l'Inventif...

What to contribute to Solar Acheron, but are unsure what to write about? Here are a few prompts you can use as-is, or as inspiration to imagine something new! Maybe you could write how/about:

A child wakes up with Midas' curse in medieval Europe

A retelling of the myth of Arachne where Athena falls in love with her

The head of Medusa begins to speak after being placed on Athena's shield

The many lovers of Apollo meet in a room, and begin sharing horror stories of their dates, meeting his family, and/or how they died

The Muses put on a play about the end of the universe

A woodland nymph pines for Selene, and laments that they shall never be with her

Hephaestus, tired of being mistreated, runs away to work in a distant kingdom

What Patroclus says to Hector when the prince descends into the underworld

Historical college AU where Artemis studies or teaches astronomy

What happens to the golden apples after the judgement of Paris

Prometheus’ POV being saved by Heracles

What Helios' death looked like to the Winds, or a minor nature god

Pandora's box, concealed as a time capsule box, is found by a pupil in the back of a dusty classroom

Phaedra's childhood with Minotaur

A forgotten exploit of Ulysses during his return

Melampus writes a short story about a conversation between Tithonus and a cricket

A mortal witnessing the descent of Prometheus with fire

Precisely what happened when the Titans defeated Uranus

A conversation between Orpheus and Clotho

Contemporary Hermes, Persephone and Dionysus sit at a mortal table and celebrate Rosh Hashanah

A typical day in Iris' life

Nemesis becomes a Georgian-era pirate

Gaia watching the birth of new constellations

A historian tries to decipher the genealogical tree of the deities and comes across a strange, completely forgotten half-god

A newly mortal Eos visits the Mooncake festival

Most of these prompts are very Eurocentric, but it must be emphasized that this zine is for all cultures! Mix and match as you wish, invent new characters, reclaim old ones, be as creative as you want!

Send your works over to solaracheron@gmail.com. :D

[llamagoddessofficial]

For the Undercover!AU, how much do Killer and the rest know about Eos and Nightmare?

All of them know, at the least, that Nightmare goes undercover.

Horror knows the least. He doesn't know about Eos' work, or even where he's stationed, Nightmare prefers that information to stay private to reduce the chances of his cover being blown. But if he ever met Eos, he would be the first to clock it was Nightmare. Horror will, also, be one of the first to realise you're special to Nightmare; you'll likely meet Horror at one of Nightmare's 'events' (a party or gala that may or may not have been thrown specifically in the hopes you'd show up) where he'll privately note that, despite apparently never having met Nightmare before... you're somehow already covered in the faintest traces of Nightmare's magic.

Dust knows a little more than Horror - he's gradually figured out on his own that Nightmare is undercover in the police. That's all. Horror and Dust talk, so he'd know something is up, but he's not really paid enough to care about some nosy little intern. He's paid to kill the people he's told to kill.

Killer knows the most. He knows where Nightmare is stationed, what department he works in, and how long he's been there. But he doesn't know Nightmare's undercover name is Eos, and in order to keep suspicion far away, he's never been to the precinct where Eos works. He's never met his boss out in the field, either. Without even knowing who you are to Nightmare, Killer will definitely pick up a passing interest in you, should you ever meet. You remind him of curious, bumbling kitten.

[legrandefungus]

The 4 in the morning fugus thoughts:

I wonder what would happen if the premise I attached to my EoS AU was given to the other PMD games? Where someone with knowledge on the game enters it and takes it VERY poorly, everything somewhat getting worse from there. The story deviating more and more as the Hero changes things.

I'm thinking it's an interesting thought!

I'm not too well-versed on Red and Blue Rescue Team, but! Gengar's a time bomb, A.C.T. is a time bomb. Everyone around them could lead to that triggering event where the Hero and the Partner are hunted down by everyone. At the same time, they would have to befriend Gengar enough without tipping him off that they know the truth. Though, at least the plan is simple: Get Rayquaza to deal with the meteor whilst having an exit plan from the netherworld. Of course, with how things are, it's always better to have a backup plan. Even if they get a bit dangerous, they just need to get to Rayquaza.

Now, admittedly, I barely have any knowledge of Gates to infinity. However, reading a plot synopsis gives a few braincells. Struggling on whether to dance around the main point. But most of all? Being so completely unphased by the effects of Bittercold on everyone. It's not like humans act much different on a day to day basis. I'm sure Hydreigon would be quite confused about the Hero. Being unaffected by the increasing hostility through the mundanity of normal life. The horrors will come along, people will fight and layoffs will happen. But that will pass, and time continues going; food still needs to be made, and the dishes still need to be cleaned.

Now, Super Mystery Dungeon is something I've played to completion. Therefore, I can say with 100% confidence that it would be an extreme tightrope of information management. The Hero knows who all the players are and is split on what to do. It's not like there's a safety net, the game opens with Nuzleaf and the Beheeyem. The Hero lives in the same house with him for the first part of the game. There's actually a bit of an opposite issue here than with Explorers of Sky: There's too many options on where to go. Theoretically, the Hero could go straight for the Tree of Life, as they would know exactly where Dark Matter is. Of course, this is unfeasible, as it's instead locked behind several conditions here and there. At the same time, they already know that everyone around them is a lie. Their friend is Mew and will be the one to disappear; Nuzleaf and Espurr will betray them, the former returning for a difficult fight. Not to mention how many more Pokémon there are in PSMD. There're missions where they talk to Pokémon or meet someone in a cafe, can't let anything slip. At the same time, they have to convince Ampharos of things, and go to as many lategame dungeons as possible for high quality items. Sparkling tiles galore leads to high amounts of stat-boosting items, which means a greater chance that the both of them can make it to Dark Matter at the end.

I'm sure there's more to this, but am a bit eepy so I'm stoppin it there.

Apologies for the rambling format. It's nearly 5 in the morning as I'm about to post this.

Also if yall got anything to add, feel free to reblog this and attach some braincells of yer own!

[owl-bones]

Wait, sorry if this is spoilers but who are nightmare/eos' crew in your swap verse? I assume varlet and based off of a previous ask, ink?? But other than that the usual suspects seem to be on the dream/Helios team, unless they'll also switch sides later? Love ur aus BTW they are all so creative! 💜

hello! my swap nightmare/eos' team is mostly just him and killer/varlet.

ink helps sometimes since their goals align (getting AUs back on script) but he's not easily tied down, so he's more of an honorary member of the crew.

there is actually potential for blue to join nightmare down the line, but i haven't gotten to explore that lil plot thread yet ^^

horror/adze also helps out from the sidelines, but he wouldn't really truly defect; he has too many benefits for working with dream. he just also.... doesn't like dream lmao, so he'll take the chance to mess with him where he can.

dust/whist is the most likely of the dream team to truly defect and join nightmare aside from killer, but that remains to be seen hehehe

and thank you!! i adore developing my aus a lot, and it always makes me very happy to receive questions about them ^^