#idk what to call this au .

[fishbloc]

ashes to ashes, dust to dust

[wimsiecal]

Maybe 2020 me was cooking something

[insinirate]

be not afraid

[phrysic]

bad son good son

[shouyuus]

mirror, mirror

braindump for @vifilms and i's "what if vi had a twin sister" oc au; this is so incoherent but if i didn't write it down somewhere i'd go nuts so here we go

her name is ivy. because while vander named vi, silco named vy (pronounced vee) --

"i've always like the name violet." "doctor says i've got twins -- god, when i said i wanted to double down on this zaun thing... i don't know if i meant this." silco grins, "what about the name ivy?" he glances at vander, "because violets are beautiful, certainly, but ivy... i've always admired their resilience. they'll grow so long as there's a surface for them to latch on to, and a bit of water and light." felicia smiles, "violet and ivy... yeah, i like it."

they're mirror twins -- vi's left-handed, vy's right-handed. they've both got a constellation of freckles dotted over their noses, like looking in a mirror. but they've always been kind of diametrically opposed. and the ongoing "joke" is that their names were swapped at birth, because ivy's the one who's quiet and a bit "delicate", and violet's always been the loud one, "resilience" bleeding from her in thick, angry rivulets, manifesting in street fights and bar brawls.

vy's quieter, a bit softer, but anyone who knows the pair of them knows that it's vy who's behind the scenes, her eyes sharp as broken glass, the consummate chess-player, the grandmaster behind all their ever-evolving schemes.

vi crops her hair short; vy keeps her hair long (it's her pride and joy, and there's something to be said about being able to take care of hair that long in the lanes), rolling over her shoulder and down her back in thick, dark pink waves.

when powder's old enough, it's vy who teaches powder how to braid her own hair, though powder always begs vy to do it for her, nimble fingers tugging open the braids just to do them up again. some nights, it's the only way to get powder to fall asleep.

there's a secret kind of language to sisterhood that vi and vy share (and eventually, with powder too) but it's silent -- a series of meaningful looks and micro-expressions, a twitch of the lips, a curve of the brow, a tiny wrinkle of one of their noses. usually, it'll end up with vi rolling her eyes and storming away, vy sighing as she swivels back towards vander on the bar stool, dragging vi's half drunk cup of juice towards her with a sigh.

"hey! i wasn't finished with that!" "finder's keepers," vy singsongs, but makes no move to resist as vi snatches the glass from her hands, chugging down the rest before slamming it on the bar. vander sighs, wincing. "easy on the bar-top there, kid." a second after vi storms back out of the bar, vander turns to vy with a knowing look. "alright kiddo. what did you do?" "why'dyou always think that i did something?" vander chuckles, reaching out to bop her nose. "because... i know that even if you'd never be caught dead at the scene of the crime... if i ever dusted the ten-page plan for fingerprints, i'd only ever find yours. so --" he reaches out to refill vi's empty juice glass with the magnanimity of a practice bartender before nudging it towards vy, "c'mon now -- tell me what happened."

the night of the incident (as vy's started to call it in her head), she'd fussed over vi and mylo and claggor all before they left, a small, niggling feeling in the back of her head as she'd chewed on her fingernails, powder skulking in the corner of the room, pouting, tugging at the ears of vi's old bunny stuffie.

powder had begged, cried and whined and screamed until vy had finally relented, making her pinky promise not to do anything stupid. they'd checked over her little mechanical monkey three whole times to make sure that it'd work just right this time -- not a big explosion, but just large enough to cause a distraction.

vy had made powder pinky swear to keep out of sight, to get in, create the distraction, and get out. and powder had promised (she'd promised, but vy had also broken her own end of the promise, hadn't she? she'd followed powder, even though she said she'd trust her) but she had kept the tiny blue gem a secret, from both her older sisters. for once, she wanted to be the strong one, or the smart one -- for once.

and when it all comes crashing down, vy is watching -- but she's frozen. because she's never been good at jumping in like vi has, she's never been strong like vi. all she could do was stand there, hidden up above one of the awnings at the factory, both her hands clamped over her mouth as everything went up in smoke.

when vi and vander come tumbling out of the rubble, vy hears the whip-crack in vi's voice like a gunshot through her own chest. she watches as powder screams, cries, as vi stumbles away sobbing. it isn't till silco shows up that vy realizes there's salt slicking down her own cheeks, but by then, it's already too late -- silco's got a hold of powder, and vi's already gone.

vy tips her head back, but she does not cry. she lets the rain wash down her reddened cheeks and swallows back a scream -- she thinks that she's long since lost the right to cry, the voice to scream.

things change while vi's locked up in stillwater. and it isn't till vi gets out and stumbles back into the lanes that she realizes things are different -- there's a cold war being waged between silco and one of the chembaronesses -- vi's blood runs cold when she hears of the woman's name --

poison ivy.

"what the hell's going on?" babette sighs, puffing purple smoke, "things changed when vander passed. silco's doing everything he can to flood the lanes with shimmer but --" "but?" babette takes another long drag from her pipe, "but your sister -- oh, she was always so quiet... i never thought... still, i suppose it had to be done. she's the only one who would stand up to him, and the only one smart enough to do it." "how'd she manage to stop him, all on her own?" babette breathes out, leaning back in her chair, her giant yordle ears flapping as she sets down the pipe, "she's figured out the only antidote to shimmer that anyone can get their hands on."

it wasn't easy, in those intervening years; it'd be a lie to say that ivy was the same girl who used to spend all her time with her nose buried between the pages of whatever book silco would sneak her -- because he'd always had a soft spot for her, even after vander's betrayal. and it wasn't her fault that she'd stumbled across him one day, his ankles soaking in the muck of the sump, his bad eye smarting worse than ever.

she'd long since learned that silence is a knife that cuts deeper than most words, and that stillness is the virtue of almost every unsung hero. so she stayed quiet, and she watched. she watched as the mad doctor offered shimmer to silco on a silver platter, the sickly pink of the liquid illuminating their faces from below.

"what's this?" silco had asked, taking the tube of shimmer between his long, thin fingers. dr. reveck coughs, shrugging up his bone-thin shoulders, the prolonged shimmer-exposure already showing in the heavy sag of his skin as he inches forward. "power... if you want it." silco nearly hisses as the doctor extends a hand to try and take the tube of shimmer back, his expression unhinged. vy bites back a gasp; his eye's so much worse than before, the whites completely eclipsed by shadow, an angry gray pulse oozing from it even as silco fights to keep his composure as the doctor jerks back. "it has the power to make someone stronger... though... it still needs... ah... refining," dr. reveck says. silco sighs, tossing the shimmer tube back. vy lets out an inaudible breath of relief. "fine. good. come back to me when you've got something that'll fix..." he gestures at the ruined half of his face with a dull grimace, "this."

ivy stumbles back to the loft above the last drop, the bar now ever more prosperous than it was before (she's since made several very lucrative deals with a few of the merchant families from piltover), but no one ever sees the illusive shadow that runs it anymore, and the old regulars have slowly started to dwindle.

she peels open one of the old herbariums that silco had gifted her, to the first page where a hand-written line is scribbled under the title and edition of the book --

for my favorite ivy-stalk, always remember -- it's the dose that makes the poison. - s

not a week later, a mysterious package arrives on silco's desk. he's tired, and he hasn't got the time for cryptic messages like this, though he thinks (dully) that if it's another ill-disguised attempt to kill him, that it better fucking work this time bc sending sevika after people is starting to get exhausting.

but nothing happens when he pulls open the rough paper packaging, and all that lays before him is a strange contraption that looks like a massive needle, with a tiny vial of sparkling pink shimmer.

he frowns; a note is pinned to the needle of the contraption. he picks it off with ginger fingers.

vy's neat, spikey handwriting (a bit too much like his own) leers up at him from the scrap of paper. all it says is five simple words:

the dose makes the poison.

and a tiny little stalk of ivy inked into the corner of the paper.

that same night, he calls powder (now jinx) over and hands her the strange needle contraption, settling it over his eye, holding his hands over her shaking ones.

"just like this... that's right. no, don't be scared. it won't kill me." "b-but what if it hurts you?" powder (jinx!) asks, peering up at him with those big, watery blue eyes of hers. silco sighs, loosening his grip on her tiny hands, "i'm afraid it will hurt me... but that doesn't mean it's bad for me, jinx. you see... sometimes, it's the things that hurt us... that make us into who we are."

by the time vi finds vy again, she can barely recognize the mirror image of herself -- though her heart stutters at the small tattoo inked into vy's cheek -- two roman numerals in exact replica of hers, except backwards --

IV

"hey." "vi... it's been a long time."

and it has -- but she still sees the shadows of herself in the way vy moves. it's strange, to watch this phantom of herself, all her own features, but arranged every so slightly different as vy tosses a strand of long, pink hair over her pale, moon-kissed shoulder.

"nice tattoo," vi says, grinning, motioning at the ink on her own cheek. vy grins, cocking her head. "yeah. i just... had an urge one day..." her voice is sweet, but the implication is clear. i was watching. i've always been watching. vi swallows passed the poison welling up the back of her throat, "you knew -- you knew i was in that hellhole and --" "i knew you were safe." vy's voice is level, slick as rain-damp limestone. "safe? i --" vi runs a hand through her choppy pink hair, "i spent so many nights in that stone box of a place -- praying, thinking that i might one day get back to you and powder and --" vy scoffs, "you think you had it bad there? please, vi -- i made sure you lived, didn't i?" "y-you made sure --" vi's breath jerks off in an abortive gasp; she stumbles back half a step till her back bangs against the stained glass door of what used too be vander's room. "you... knew what they were doing to me and you... you didn't --" vy purses her lips, steepling her fingers; there's a raw, blood-shot look in her baby-blue eyes. "marcus and i had an agreement," vy says, fighting to keep her voice steady, "i knew you wouldn't be in any mortal danger as long as he kept his word." vi lets out a mirthless laugh, "what happened to you? the twin sister i knew would never have watched someone suffer like that and let it happen!"

vy pushes up from behind vander's old desk, the wood thick and old and worn. and for a single second, vi stares at the mirror image of her own face, framed with longer hair, strained beneath a different expression, and she wonders dully if this is what true heartbreak felt like -- looking into the eyes of someone she'd spent her entire life thinking she knew (better than own her reflection), and finding nothing recognizable left over in their depths.

vi gasps as vy rounds the desk to pin her with a hard-lined look. and in that moment, vi realizes, rather belatedly, that neither of them are children anymore.

"time happened to me, my dear darling twin," vy says, leaning into vi's personal space, reaching out to brush a gentle thumb along vi's cheek, "and after all those years in prison, i thought you would've learned by now that time changes all of us -- even those of us who don't want to be changed."

vi learns quickly after that -- some of it caitlyn tells her, some of it, she learns on her own, just from wandering around the lanes. that vy had taken up the mantle vander had left behind, and that she'd done everything she could to keep silco from taking over the lanes in full.

she'd struck deals with the council members, the most illustrious families up above, with all the enforcers she could get her hands on before silco got to the rest of them, sat in the dark, dank, damp of the lanes and woven her silver-studded web one gossamer strand at a time.

vi had always known her twin was smart, always three steps ahead. she hadn't thought vy capable of this.

"she's a poisons expert," cait had offered, to which vi'd shrugged, grunting in acquiescence. "yeah. she's always been into plants." "she has? that's helpful information to --" "cait -- i just -- this is getting us nowhere -- i've gotta go down and talk to her again. maybe i can --" "vi, you said that the last time the pair of you talked, it didn't go well." "yes, but -- she's still my twin sister -- i know her better than anyone else. i -- i have to at least try."

their second meeting goes better, with the pair of them meeting on neutral ground -- facilitated by the firelights, who else? ekko's grown up too, much to vi's chagrin, though it seems like change is just a constant she's going to have to get used to at this point.

cait insists on coming along and vy lands one look on her before her gaze slingshots to vi's and vi flushes a deep crimson. vy scoffs, grinning as she makes a show of checking over the ends of her long, luscious pink hair, leaning against the massive tree in the firelight's hideout.

"you always did have a thing for the pretty ones," vy remarks. to which vi sputters and ekko sighs, rolling his eyes.

"can we please try to keep things civil?" he asks.

"i haven't even said anything!" vi says, throwing up her hands. but at a single cocked brow from vy, she deflates again, chewing on her lower lip, muttering to herself, her arms flexing as she clenches her fists.

"we're all here to try and come up with a plan to stop jinx --" cait says.

vi and vy both wince, the movement eerily similar.

"her name is powder."

two identical voices speak at the exact same time.

vi looks up; vy's there to catch her eyes. and for a second, they're both twelve years old again, giggling in their shared bunk after they've once again stolen the words right from each others mouths.

"jinx!" they both echo, toppling into each other.

powder peers down at them from the top bunk, her blue hair flipping over her face as she stares at her two older sisters.

"what's that mean?" she asks.

vi and vy share a look, before motioning for powder to join them. powder scampers down the ladder, almost slipping off as she thumps into the bottom bunk and crawls between her sisters, giggling as they each loop an arm around her, the three of them pressing close (vander's always said a triangle is the most stable shape of them all -- and that it can withstand any kind of pressure, any kind of storm).

"it a word people say," vi starts, glancing at vy, who picks up flawlessly --

"when you're so close," vy says, leaning in to press her cheek against powder's head --

"and you know each other so well," vi continues, mirroring the movement.

between them, powder flushes happily, reaching down to take one of their hands in each of hers.

"that you say the same thing at the exact same time!" vy finishes, giving powder's hand a squeeze.

"i thought -- i thought it was a bad thing..." powder murmurs, snuggling further between her two sisters.

vi shakes her head, "nah, that's just mylo bein' a jerk."

vy nods, "and he's always a jerk, so don't you go listening to anything he says."

powder grins, nodding.

"you know that we love you, right pow-pow?" vi asks.

powder nods, her eyes bright and wide and so, so trusting.

vy leans down to tuck a strand of hair behind powder's ear.

"and that we'll always love you more than anything in the world?" vy asks.

powder laughs, crinkling her nose.

"nuh-uh -- i'll always love you guys more."

"well, we'll love you most." vi and vy say, again, at the same time.

powder lets out a delighted squeal of laughter as the three girls fall into each other with a single, bright, triple-voiced chorus of --

"jinx!"

[eggcats]

Still thinking about this post bc these two morons have taken over my mind.

And I'm just like. Even after the revelation that Alastor thinks Vox is attractive, and even AS Vox is trying to get this idiot oblivious deer to realize he likes him, Alastor doesn't really change how he treats Vox. Like, at all.

The only change is that now part of his mockery is calling him stupid for not realizing that he's the most eligible demon in hell, lmao (he didn’t realize Vox didn't already know, how stupid of him).

He still likes picking fights and actually fighting him for real. (It's Fun and Entertaining - and for him, nothing has changed that would make him stop)

And I'm kind of thinking that THIS, and not everything else, is what makes Vox realize that Alastor ISN'T mocking him about this. He's serious. Because surely if this was an entire plot to make fun of him, Alastor would at least ATTEMPT to woo him properly before he pulls out the rug from under him, right? He wouldn't just continue on with his day as if he didn't just upend Vox's entire afterlife.

Like, maybe after the first conversation, and after Vox powers back on, he's hopeful, but he knows both what he looks like and what ALASTOR'S like, so he kind of just assumes that Alastor has figured out his less than 100% rival feelings towards him and decided to add it to his mockery.

But then he shows up the next day, determined to beat Alastor at his own game (he will PRETEND to be wooed and then throw it back on him when Alastor tries to mock him, it'll surely work! Totally). And Alastor is like, "Why are YOU back here?!" And doesn't even act any different towards Vox than he did the day before the Revelation.

And Vox is like. Oh, fuck. He was serious.

Suddenly, Vox realizes that, rather than the Normal Hell he THOUGHT he lived in (one where Alastor makes fun of his crush on him) he lives in Weird Hell, where now he has to somehow convince Alastor that he just, is attracted to him and NOT that everyone, somehow, is just. In love with him? Or something??? (What the Fuck?)

There are times when he's tired of fighting with Alastor about this, that a part of him wishes he DID live in Normal Hell, because at least he'd know what to do. (It's not like Val doesn't ALSO mock his crush on Alastor, he at least knows how to respond to THAT).

Even when he convinces Alastor to date him (to make everyone (who doesn't exist, by the way) jealous), Alastor still barely treats him any different. He still pokes and teases at Vox, even as he is (seemingly unintentionally) complimenting him.

One time, Alastor is like, "We haven't fought in ages, we should do that the next time we plan an outing!"

Vox, about to lose it because he had just NOW thought he understood what was going on: What the fuck??! I thought we were dating, why do you still want to kill me?!

Alastor: Dear, we've never been trying to kill each other! If we were, one of us would be dead, ha ha! This is entertainment, pure and simple!

(Translation: Alastor is bored and requires enrichment in his enclosure).

And now Vox has to now grapple with the fact that Alastor apparently saw fighting with him as fun, and not, y'know, rivals legitimately trying to kill one another. What.

--

Also, Valentino notices very quickly the sudden change in Vox's demeanor - usually when they fight, Vox doesn't take long before coming to him for forgiveness. Or, the few times he doesn't, Val doesn't have any difficulties changing Vox's mind (and getting Vox to buy him whatever he wants).

So, when Val decides that if Vox is going to stay pissy about his little comment, he'll "apologize" - ("Come on, amorcito, you know you're the only one for me! Those whores mean nothing compared to you!") But Vox, just, doesn't forgive him and go back to his arms. And Valentino is at a loss.

He LOSES it when he finds out Vox has been hanging at that shitty hotel and chasing that radio bastard (again!). He doubles his efforts of letting Vox know there is absolutely No Way Alastor cares for him at all, let alone as much as Valentino does!

And then Vox and Alastor are dating, and Val tries to shoot one (or both) of them. (He also tries to get Vox to leave Alastor for him when he finds them fighting and destroying empty buildings in a part of the pentagram, but it doesn't work because once they're done fighting Alastor is like "Well, that was fun!" And invites Vox to dinner after, lol. The fighting was the date activity for the day for the silly little radio man, and Vox is too confused to question it.)

(Also, ironically, Val being pissed at Alastor dating Vox just validates Alastor's beliefs - because it never occurs to him to Val is mad because keeping Vox hanging off of him made it easier for Val to get whatever he wants).

--

But, slowly, Vox is starting to realize that, despite Alastor INSISTING that he's not into him and is only dating him for the (nonexistent) clout - he does weirdly care in his own way, and somehow, he's a more romantic partner to him than Valentino ever was, even without seeming to even try to be or realizing it.

One time, Alastor notices that Vox not been to the hotel once in the past few days (since this whole thing has started, he's basically been showing up consistently), so he goes to break into Vee tower to see what's up.

"What's up" is Vox overworking himself and not sleeping for days and only consuming energy drinks as he hasn't left his little computer dungeon even once.

So. Alastor just. Kidnaps him. Refuses to listen as Vox is like, yelling that this project needs done, like, yesterday!

Alastor: Dear, are there not two others in your team who could do this?

Vox: Val is fucking useless at this shit, and Velvette doesn't care if it's late!

Alastor: Well, what's the point of them? You should let me eat them for this. Regardless, it's been at least 3 days of this for you, so if they wish for it to be on time, they can do it themselves.

And then Alastor just brings them back to his room and forces Vox to eat a real meal, before picking him up and dumping him on his bed.

(Vox, suddenly wide awake: What the fuck. What the FUCK. Since when were we having sex?!?!)

(They're not. Alastor changes his clothes to pajamas and threatens to eat one of his employees for every minute he's not sleeping for the next 8 hours.)

(Vox wonders what's wrong with him that he considers this to be romantic).

Either way, Vox passes out for at least 10 hours before waking up to 30+ missed calls, 50+ missed texts, and 100+ missed emails, all wondering where he disappeared to and why the project he was working on wasn't finished. Once again, Alastor offers to eat them. Vox refuses to find it charming. (He's lying, he does).

Especially since after this incident, Alastor will break into Vee tower now more often if he thinks Vox hasn't eaten or slept properly.

And then, one day, Vox just realizes that, despite Alastor saying to the contrary, they're definitely, like, dating for real. But Vox can't tell Alastor that, because any time he even implies this, he calls Vox an idiot because he's only dating him for publicity. (Never acknowledging that, like, anything he does for Vox that isn't in the public eye is very clearly not for that, lol)

[realjbguys]

marble hornets au about Jay coming back to life after being dead for like 5 years

that's been stuck in my head for days that's based kinda off a rp and its honestly isn't a great au, but it's brainrot as of rn so hear my yapping.

long writing ahead so beware

An au where Tim moved moved away after the marble hornets chaos. Brian is alive cause i said so. Tim and Brian moved in together. They were getting over it, getting better, healing their traumas.

BUT...... Jay Merrick.. the guy who Tim KNOWS died all those a few years ago is back. Tim, for a while, doesn't believe that the figure he sees randomly outside his windows or randomly on the edge of the treeline could be a dead guy. Hell, for a reasonable amount of time, he believes it's a hallucination until Brian agrees he also sees whoever it is. Neither of them knew who it was, until Brian goes out to finally figure out who the stalker 'really' is. Because they probably believed they were both having a shared hallucination.

Until Brian came back into the cabin one day with a Jay, looking like a sad wet cat. Bro looks like hes been through hell and back. Hair is greasy and a mess, clothes look old and worn, but most concerning?

While Tim and Brian were older than they looked 5 years after the incidents of marble hornets, Jay doesn't look any older than how he looked 5 years ago. He looks unchanged. If you choose to ignore the mess he looks like now, that is.

Tim isn't too happy about Jay being alive again. He has a bit of a grudge, but a part of him is glad he is alive and doing (not really at ALL) well. While Brian is trying to keep it positive.

After a while, the two agree that jay looks awful, even though they agreed way before the conversation began. Brian agrees to wash Jay off since he looks like a pathetic wet cat.

While brian was about to wash Jay off, cleaning him up, washing his hair, he noticed almost immidietly one thing was wrong, the bullet wound that killed him? The wound that should've at least scarred up after 5 years?

It's still there. Unhealed and disgusting in all its grossness. He tells Tim quickly and then patches up the wound on jay.

Tim and Brian get Jay to wear some of their old clothes that no longer fit either of them anymore. They were going to get rid of them, maybe donate them to Goodwill, but they can't do that now, since Jay needs new clean clothes, and since Tim doesnt have much enough money to buy the guy new clothes.

After a good week or two of Jay staying with the two, he wasn't acting quite right. Brian was the first to really notice. The way Jay barely ate much, how he rarley spoke, how he didn't have any much of that sparkle of life in his eyes anymore. Like he wasn't all fully there anymore. Brian brought it up to Tim, which was also a bit concerned for the younger guy.

AND THAT'S ALL I GOT FOR THIS AU. WROTE THIS AT 11AM SO IDK IF IT'S GREAT OR NOT.

let me know if i should add onto this!!!

i hope the au keeps yall up at night as well.

[impassociate]

So stay with me, stay with me.

Walk with me talk with me.

When three business execs all fall for the same janitor...

(Yes I know Vassago hasn't appeared in canon yet. No I'm not above retconning anything. Let me have my fun.)

[wyrdle]

Was musing a proper roleswap AU for Takuto and Shuji whilst on birdwatching today, and ah... Nihlistic/suicidal takuto who either lost Rumi or couldn't connect with her (and lost her), with kind and silly Shuji who'd give him apple juice cartons and bunny apples when he learns takuto likes them. (plotty things considered, we're dooming Takuto this time 😂)

My aus are so insane but so much fun yall need to get on my level

[sunrotdropbrain]

A little apocalyptic AU I've been working on

[hikkokoro]

Evil angst boi

Eyyy shadybug reference

[templegate]

An unfortunate connection

[reader-from-another-dimension]

Transformers One au where a transformers fan got truck-kuned into the TF One verse as Sentinel, luckily before he betrays the Thirteen Primes. Too bad he arrived right after the og Sentinel had accepted the deal with the Quintessons. Just some worm thoughts, might expand later idk tho

[gluttonous-kerfuffle]

In an extremely self indulgent move, @pineboots and I have created a litte AU where Gortash was actually raised by Blurg and Omeluum under the Society of Brilliance.

[hazardtoons]

target audience: me

[mew-ya]

what if they met ~15 years earlier