#ft game au

[ninyard]

fox tweets (pt.3) ((ft. jean))

[themouthwashes]

If Curly sees Sterkan Anya: "Thank God, she's alive. Though she does look a bit different, did she do something with her hair?"

She is still really angry about the whole thing, probably Curly got pretty much fixed by the Sterkan too. So Anya can punch him.

[gxlds-doodles]

[ NOT BASED IN CANON/ON THE CANON LORE ]

was thinking abt how insane (very affectionate) 2014/2015/general early/pre-lore fnaf fandom ships could be and.... honestly guys there might've been a point with this one

[cconfusedkat]

Warmup!! Mystic & Allure aftermath of their fight , few hours later returning from the underworld and allure is in perfect condition while mystic still has a hole in their stomach 😭

I realized making Mystic a follower was much better than killing them off for good. Cuz then i realized, oh yeah i think not only just having Allure kill both narinder and mystic in the same boss fight is important but also the fact i could also make them both follower forms

Anyways, narinder was killed first by allure and then scurried away back to the pentagram to teleport back to the cult and seek help from sozonius. Thennn it took like two hours for mystic and allure to fight,, allure uses a spear for the final hit and that's what kills mystic,, thus they become a follower and this happens LMAO- the quality is so ass

Additionally heres this as another warmup ,, theyd both probably be a bit awkward generally for quite some time due to the fact that the one who started the genocide (mystic) is now residing in a cult dedicated to the six [and dead] lambs mystic sworn to hate forever 😭 ik Archangelo and paloma are having a blast in the underworld together over mystic being a total loser now HAHA

And also allure has no idea what the mystique species are like. Theyre easily amused at the fact that mystiques are in fact shadows and why it explains their lanky figures, which is how mystic is built as a follower ,,, mystic IS the last of their own kind after all so. Karma? For starting a lamb genocide? Cuz now none of your shadows exist other than the witnesses i guess 😭

[emry-stars-art]

Goofs and gaffs in the chat about mer Jean and Kevin seeing sunshine pirate/fisher/general beach enjoyer Jeremy and immediately deciding they need to somehow get his attention

[sakurakitsume-art]

The battle of fairytail goes a bit differently

[whatwooshkai]

ooh 14, 14!

Blades is still talking about his boyfriend or something with Dani when Heatwave and Kade finally return, the latter being held up by the scruff of his shirt in the former's hand.

"Found him," Heatwave announces, giving Kade a little shake despite the human's loud protests.

"Oh, put him down," Dani lightly chastises, crossing her legs from where she's perched on Blades' shoulder. "He's not a kitten."

"I can't put him down," Heatwave snaps, seeing a little vision of Kade run away again in the corner of his vision. Wow, thanks. There's absolutely no way I saw that coming again. "He keeps running away like a sparkling!"

"Some of us aren't thirty feet tall, you know-" Kade starts to argue.

“Forty,” Heatwave corrects automatically.

Kade blinks, before shaking his head and recovering. “Fine. Some of us aren't forty feet tall-“

“You are not,” Blades interrupts, putting his servos on his hips. “Are you kidding me? Boulder is 40 feet, and they’ve got a whole head on you!”

Whatever rebuttal Heatwave might’ve responded with is drowned out by Kade’s screeching laughter.

Heatwave's shoulders rise to his audials, but another vision in the corners of his optics warns him against throwing Kade as far as he possibly can into the forest.

"Catch," he snarls at Blades, tossing Kade at him instead. Blades scrambles to grab him before he hits the ground. Heatwave's turned around already, but the little beat of relief in Blades' field is proof Kade isn't dead.

He's still laughing, though.

[kamaluhkhan]

ik ive been suuuper inconsistent w writing but if there's one thing about me it's that i LOVE halloween so i'm brewing something special....

[deduction-substitute]

I have this other weirdly specific au again...so obviously its not very canon compliant

Lucky, because of Graveyard Girl, is able to see ghosts.

Some have been there the whole time, while others appear when a new survivor/hunter arrives. They look the same as the day they died, but still age "mentally"

Those who have kept Lucky company since the start of his stay include Miles, Michiko's husband, Sam Bourbon, and for some reason, Nathaniel Norwell, whose cause of death is unknown to everyone but himself

Three more ghosts appeared. Vera, Claude, and Ella arrived at the manor the same time their sibling did, which gave Lucky some insight to the survivor/hunter

Its weird seeing them just. Lounging around without no one noticing them at all. Even more disconcerting if its one of the twins; Lucky's had to stop himself from calling out to Ithaqua with the name "Nathaniel" more than once. He doesnt want to know what would happen to him if he did

Theyre a weird found family that should've never been founded in the first place. Sam loves teasing the others like theyre his younger siblings, Nathaniel's a prick, Vera loves to comment on every single thing, and Claude and Ella won't stop squabbling with each other (or ganging up on Nathaniel). Miles is the only normal guy here and Lucky is so grateful that he's sane enough to deal with everyone else's bullshit

Lucky gets used to every new addition, and he likes to think that he's getting a hang of the whole ghosts thing

And then the novelist arrives at the manor. With a ghost that wears the same face.

[fridayswewearorange]

you know what's funnier than casually reading aftg for the first time thinking it's just a sports story, casually reading it for the first time as a demisexual, I was just as shocked as my man neil

[roger-paladino]

Sketching and playing around with Roger sort of turned into a sorry we're open au

[pics-pizza-peace]

Jack Wynand & Atlas Finney

or 'Sailor Guest' & 'Undertow'

[jasper-the-menace]

💀for the writer ask game:3

Hi James!

Writer Game

💀 hardest scene you have wrote in one of your stories.

Hardest emotionally was when I wrote Foilsick for The Dictionary of the Multiverse's Sorrows (a Magic: The Gathering) fanfiction. Spara and Jetmir are both just so freaking tired and exhausted in it after the New Phyrexian invasion.

Hardest from an actual perspective is my still-unfinished Hunting fanfiction (from my Tales of Chima soulmate AU for LEGO Legends of Chima). Scorm refuses to let me write for him right now, little fucker.

Thanks for sending in an ask!

~Jasper

[zecendia]

Ill be normal and be like oh yeah FT was one of my teen interests haha it was a decent amount of years ago tho and then a friend that hasnt watched FT makes a vague mention of it and I turn into yappinator 5000 and offer to watch thru like 300 episodes and 2 movies with them.

[psychicthepsychic-daily]

"I hope you two found what you were looking for, then." Psychic raises a brow at them over his tea.

Radi sputters, choking on his drink.

Psychic is fast, but already? First thing in the morning? Can't they wait until breakfast has been sufficiently digested before cheerfully threatening each other's vital organs?

Void, on the other hand, is as calm and poised as his not-cousin. Those two will be the death of this household. "You don't need to worry. We didn't have any trouble."

"I'm glad." Psychic rises. "I need to reach work early today, but I should be back around four. Thanks for cleaning my room after you were done tearing it apart, by the way." His sharp eyes momentarily flick to Radi.

"It's not a problem," Void drawls as Radi contemplates all his life choices that led up to him attending an A.C. Void concert to begin with. "See you after work."

"And if you ever come near my stuff again, I'll have both your heads." Psychic's tone grows cold, his intense gaze snapping to them once more before he leaves. The door slams shut behind him.

"See? That wasn't so bad." Void grins at a very queasy Radi, daring him to disagree. "We got what we needed, and nothing bad's gonna come out of it!"

Maybe a can of Monster and nothing else isn't the best way to go about breakfast.

[darkkbluee]

Fake dating?

For the WIP asks

Oh, hi anon! Going straight for my crackest of AUs, are you? I had almost forgotten I had this one in my drafts.

This is an HP AU with canon divergence in fifth year. No one has died, but its Cold War between political factions in Wizarding World. Stressed out recent Hogwarts graduates decide to do something about it. Given that these are people who have lived their teenage years suppressed in various ways....

Their answer to peace is Romance.

Or rather, Blaise Zabini, the son who has been unable to follow his mother's footsteps to live a fulfilling life because of the cold war, riles everyone up for his #goals.

Snippet below. This was written when I had just started writing fanfics, so it's very cringe.

Our MVVIP: Blaise Zabini ✨

"We are all gathered here today, united for the purpose of ending this war. This senseless violence has gone on long enough. We need a plan. And I believe I have one," Hermione starts. 

Her words draw immediate attention. After the Triwizard Tournament, tensions had always been high. Sirius's near death in fifth year, his subsequent trial resulting in (highly scandalous) political upheaval, Dumbledore's incarceration in Nurmengard in sixth were only the beginning.

The slowly brewing paranoia in the Wizarding community erupted in riots and civil unrest.

It has been three years since.

They were all sick of it.

"Voldemort is only one man. If we all unite, convince our parents and our families and friends to stand against him, we can defeat him once and for all!" Hermione pumps a fist in the air envisioning the scene. "And with the public support such an action would give us, we can finally overturn the bigoted laws of the Ministry and change everything for the better!"

"Er- Granger? You're forgetting one thing," Justin Finch-Fletchey, he-who-refused-Eton-for-Hogwarts raised his hand. "You are right in that Voldemort is just one man. If we all were to attack him, then yes, we can do it." His eyes flickered to Harry as he said the next words. "But who will bell the cat?" 

Hermione's heart dropped. The whole point of this meeting was to somehow end this war without having Harry be the martyr. 

"Yes, but. The Dark Lord doesn't make the laws," Zabini gets an almost odd look on his face as he says the next words. "The Ministry does. And who runs the Ministry?"

"His followers do." Luna says, understanding in her eyes. "So all we have to do is make them not do it."

"Oh, blackmail?" Hermione asks, eyes misted by fond nostalgia.

"No, you idiot," Zabini sneers. "This."

Zabini removes a book from his wallet and holds it up.

Lavender's eyes go wide with recognition.

Hermione recoils in horror.

"Huh, I remember that. Romeo and Juliet, right?" Harry squints at the book. "That's a limited edition cover. Neighbour number 13 had a similar one she bragged about in her tea-party once. Aunt Petunia was furious."

"It's my mother's favourite," Zabini states. "At the end of the book, the families of the two lovers put aside their feud and were ready to accept their relationship. Unfortunately, the idiots died. Fortunately, none of us are stupid enough to do that. But the point remains. Fastest way to end a feud, or a war? Romance."

"Is this that 'Power he knows not is love' bullshit again? We can't possibly kill You-Know-Who by love," Ron says. Zabini scowls.

"Who cares about that snakeface? I'm not talking about romancing him, or romance changing his mind. That's impossible. No! I'm talking about romance uniting our families and friends! Romance forcing them to change their mind, and laws, for their children! I'm talking about dating."

Utter silence greets his words.

"Come again?" Hermione asks weakly. Everyone's looks are equally puzzled. Except Harry, who looks like Zabini's words make perfect sense.

But then, Harry's mind worked in weird ways. He made completely disjointed, and surprisingly accurate, leaps of logic. 

"Not even dating, but fake dating!" Another book comes out of his wallet, this one having a label 'From Wattypad to Hardcover! Young Adult BestSeller of 20xx'. "Look, Malfoy Sr hates muggleborns and thinks them dirty? Let his only son and heir date a muggleborn!" Zabini announces righteously. Draco, for his part, looks vaguely nauseous and scared. 

"Greengrass's father thinks half breeds are a stain? Let Astoria date Gabrielle!" Astoria cheers loudly and Zabini smiles benevolently at her. Hermione can almost see Lockhart's shade standing proudly behind him, the Valentine debacle still fresh in her memories. It is a disturbing thought. Zabini goes on passionately,

"Nott's father thinks werewolves should be killed? Let Theodore date one! Macnair likes animal cruelty? Let his daughter date a magizoologist! Avery Jr is a bit young, but play dates with a few other children should do the trick."

"My point remains: Are you not tired of this constant paranoia? This need to marry for politics and blood as if you are some dog to be bred? Our teenage years were taken by political rebellions and I say nay! No more! We deserve teenage rebellions and dating freedom! The right to not have a third wheel for protection when you want to corner your boyfriend or girlfriend in a shady corner! To openly take your crush on a date and be valid for it! And thus, why not do both?"

Hermione is certain Zabini is only half joking. He really, really seems to be distressed by the lack of stress-free dating in recent years. And the cold war. She cannot determine which pains him more.

Zabini, Hermione determines, suffers from the same skewered sense of priority as Harry. 

To her dawning horror, so do most of the people in their group. Their looks of determined acceptance will haunt her memories for decades.

"What do you think, Potter?" Zabini asks innocently. Too innocent, in Hermione's opinion. Harry nods, mind focused elsewhere, comparing the pros and cons.

"We have tried everything else. Why not this too?" he agrees thoughtlessly.