#its an interesting concept!

[appie00]

Y'all remember when I mentioned an Alien! Rengiyuu Au?

Well, heres a concept!

(To the best of my abilities)

Kyojurou was coming home from college after a long day

He wanted nothing more than to get home and pass out on his bed

While walking, he saw a light from the corner of his eyes

Kyojurou looked up to see what looked like a meteor soaring through the air

“Wow, is there a meteor shower happening? I didn’t know one would be happening right now!”

“Wait…are they supposed to be heading towards the ground?”

Cue a crash landing near where Kyojurou is

Immediately, Kyojurou dashed to the crash site to see what happened and to make sure that there weren't any injured people

The crash site wasn't as big as he thought it would be

It was actually really tiny

And through the smoke, Kyojurou could see a figure start to appear

Enter Giyuu the Aishawnu! (That's the name I chose for the alien species)

Once the smoke cleared and Kyojurou stepped closer to the figure, thinking it was an injured person, he finally got a good luck at the mysterious figure

It was, in fact, not a human

*Insert Screaming from both sides*

Giyuu was confused on what life form he was looking at

It had flame colored hair with a matching pair of eyes. It was around the same height as him, if not a bit taller. It certainly was an interesting specimen to look at

(I, for the life of me, can not describe send help-)

But even if it was interesting, it could still be a threat so Giyuu had his guard up

Kyojurou didn't know what the hell he was looking at

Whatever it was, it wasn't human he could tell you that much

Was it an alien life form?!

Kyojurou couldn't believe aliens actually existed

However, the longer he stared at it, it looked to be just as scared as him

It's sapphire eyes have a sense of panic in them, and his stance was a tense one with his tail swishing behind him

Kyojurou noticed a dark purple liquid staining the alien's tail, and that when he realized something

'It's hurt'

'No wonder why it's one edge, it's scared I might attack'

Slowly, Kyojurou put his hands up and spoke in quiet, or what he assumed was quiet, voice, " I'm not going to hurt you."

The other only hissed in response

Which was a bit weird since Kyojurou didn’t see a mouth for it to hiss with

"I won't hurt you." He repeated, taking a small step forward.

Kyojurou was met with another hiss, but it was less intense than before

The process repeated until Kyojurou was less than 3 ft away from the creature, which had thankfully stopped hissing but still kept on glaring

“I just want to patch up your wound.” Kyojurou says

He always kept bandages in his bag in case of emergencies

Kyojurou began to reach for his bag until the other’s hand reached out towards his head

Around 10 seconds had passed before the creature took its hand back

“What do you think you are doing?” A new voice asked

“ You speak my language?? Wait, how are you talking? You have no mouth!” Kyojurou asked, voice returning to its normal volume

(He does actually, it’s just not visible unless he’s eating. Think of King from TOH”

“ I gathered the information from your head and I am talking to you telepathically” the creature responded

“ Damn….Well, I have bandages to help with the wound on your tail." Kyojurou said, taking the bandages out of the bag.

Giyuu didn’t answer, but he allowed the other to assess his tail

'Only because I don't want to go walking around with an open injury' the Aishawnu thought

Kyojurou was thankful that the alien decided to work with him

Especially because he still doesn’t know exactly what it was. It could be poisonous for all he knows.

But it was hurt, and Kyojurou couldn't turn his back against an injured being, human or not.

After he was finished, Kyojurou stepped back and let the creature examine his handiwork.

"Not bad," it said, "I suppose a thank you is an order"

"No problem!" Kyojurou replied

Right after he said that, the other started to walk away

To where? Giyuu didn't know, but his time with the flame-haired was over and he needed to leave

"Hold on, where are you going?" Kyojurou exclaimed as he rushed to catch up with the alien.

"Somewhere. My business with you is over, shoo" it said.

"Yeah, no, you can't go walking around as you are! You're gonna freak people out, and who knows, you might get captured and experimented on!" Kyojurou argued.

The alien stopped walking at that and then turned around to face Kyojurou once again.

"So what do you suggest I do?"

Kyojurou didn't know how to answer that

What could he suggest?

' Well, why don't you come to my house?'

Wait-

"Uhh...why don't you stay over at my place? You don't have to stay there long, just until you figure out how you can get home!" Kyojurou suggested quickly

'Mother, Father, and Senjirou, please forgive me!' He thought

Meanwhile, Giyuu thought it over

Stay over at a stranger's residence?

Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous

But then again, he is on unknown territory with no tools or maps to help him navigate

And the only being willing to help is in front of him

Giyuu can't believe he's actually doing this but-

"Fine. Lead the way."

Just what were the two of them getting themselves into?

I maaaaaay have gone a bit overboard-

And just to clarify, Giyuu and Kyojurou call each other "it" just because they don't know what the other is so they just refer to each other as such. They clear it up later tho.

Also, everyone's alive in this Au

Yay!

[paintedcrows]

He may be a God, but I am a Scientist

[littlecrittereli]

WK Elemental AU

(because I don't have enough AUs already...) Let me introduce you to something thats been rolling around in my brain for a little while now... The Elemental AU!

Heavily inspired by Avatar the Last Airbender, the elemental AU takes place in a universe where some people are born with the ability to control a specific element. The main difference is instead of the 4 western elements of Earth, Fire, Water, and Air- it's the 5 Chinese elements of Earth, Fire, Water, Wood, and Metal. (Just bc it fit the crew better! and gives me some more room to world-build)

The basic plot remains close to Wild Kratts canon. They travel the world, saving animals from the villains (Who are also elementals!) except instead of relying on technology, or their creature powers, they use their elemental gifts.

I am planning on writing about this soon since Decoded is coming to an end in only a few weeks. But I figured I would go ahead and introduce it now since I've finished all of their refs!

[kettle-bird]

I've been getting into X-Men lately! Or, well. One specific X-Man.

[etchif]

Jesus imagine if we confirm the existence of extraterrestrial life the Taxonomy would be insane

[starscream-is-my-wife]

A bit ago I was looking through the g1 timeline wiki and I saw that Skyfire and Starscream now had a 5 million year old age gap and I was like oh? That makes their dynamic so much more interesting especially how innocent he was portrayed in fire in the sky, I also wanted to share my hc on why Skyfire never brought up Starscream again

[wisteriasymphony]

every time a tumblr post mlb rewrite mentions the fact that they're taking out marinette's 'obsessive stalker' characteristics an angel gets run over by a steamroller and fucking dies

[lets-try-some-writing]

"The Titans were gentle beings, knowing neither fear nor pain. For all their power, it was the Primes who cared for them, guarding their innocent sparks." - Thundercracker, Speaker of Trypticon.

A lil bit of lore below the cut.

In my little continuity, the Primes were indeed Primus's firstborn, but they were made from the suffering of their maker as he fought to survive. The Titans though? They were born to give life, made to spread Primus's gifts to all creation. As such, they are naturally gentle and inherently incapable of violence.

They will not fight back if attacked, nor will they rise to the defense of their citizens (although they will provide weaponry and protection in the form of walls and the like). They cannot even comprehend why one would hurt another outside of the natural order of things. It is to the point where those who care for the remaining Titans have labeled them as having the cognitive capabilities of newbuilds. For all their age and wisdom, Titans are, at their core, the only entities in the universe to maintain a sense of innocence all throughout their lives. They hold no anger, no bitterness, and no grudges. Everything, in their optics, will play out as it should.

As such, the Titans have always had guardians to protect them from a reality that would seek to crush them into dust. During the first age, the Primes filled this role. In the modern era, seekers of Vos have taken on the mantle, guarding and speaking on the behalf of the three remaining Titans on Cybertron.

[hoaxghost]

Was watching the magic school mlp eps and it doesn't surprise me that I see like ZERO discussion about these flops anywhere online. Like I don't hate their idea in concept but as for like a pseudo mane 6 meant to carry on the mantle they come really short and frankly their designs don't help at all.

I guess take this as something done in spite cause I find they were designed without any group cohesion in mind (plus personality wise they are...uhh well pinkie pie lite, rainbow dash 1, rainbow dash 2, one that speaks in third person, fluttershy lite, and background pony)

[orb-weaving]

Recognition

[lunisoular]

Hear me out

The baby au

But age swap

thinking. wondering 🤔

[bbuzz28]

Memories

Old man Fiddlestan, my beloved-and what's this? It could be semi-canon compliant :O ?!?! Woof- this is one of the saddest things I have ever written. I know some of you gremlins (affectionate) love that sort of thing, but I don't. I like really really don't. This is my comfort ship, so I don't even know where this came from other than trying to figure out how they *could* work in canon. Truthfully though, I prefer my Fiddlestan heavy on the comfort when it comes to the "hurt/comfort" genre. This is my only “angsty” (i.e. no immediate happy ending) Notes-app fics, so don't get used to this level of sad from me lol.

“Stan?” an oddly familiar voice called. Mr. Mystery, Stan Pines, glanced up from the flyers he was organizing and found that Old Man McGucket stood in the doorway of his front door. The last tour of the day had just left, it was dinnertime, and he was exhausted. Stan rolled his eyes as he unfurled his tie, wishing Soos was still there to escort the crazy old man off his property. No matter what he did, the old hillbilly always managed to find his way back to the Shack. “Sweet Moses McSuckit, what are you doing in here? Shoo, scat, or whateva will get rid of ya.” Hearing no movement, he looked at the man again and found he was standing erect. His blue eyes were the clearest he had seen them in no less than a decade.

          Wait, what did he call- oh. Oh no.

“Stan…ley? Did I…did I do somethin’ wrong?” the other man asked, his hands twisted in knots in front of him. Memories flashed through Stan’s mind; Ford falling through the portal, Fiddleford finding him passed out in the lab, working together to bring Ford home again…being together. Being happy. They had been happy, if just for a little while, hadn’t they?

Then there was the cult, and his discovery of the damn memory gun that had finally ruined everything they ever built. He took a hesitant step forward, a thousand thoughts roaring in his mind at once. “Fidds? Wha-what do you remember?” A bandaged hand snaked up and rubbed over the faded scar on the side of his head “I…don’t rightly know. Did we…I think we had a fight? I just woke up in the…in the dump. N’ I don’t have any shoes. Do ya know why my arm is in a cast?” Fiddleford looked so lost.

Stan knew in his heart that all of this was fleeting- “clarity” would hit Fiddleford every few years after he had finally wiped his mind of himself. Almost like his brain was trying to jumpstart itself back together. The first time they thought it was a miracle but…it didn’t last. It just started a trend that would follow them both for the next almost thirty years. Fiddleford would seemingly “wake up” and be lucid for a few weeks in the beginning, then eventually only a matter of days. It had been so long since the last time that Stan would wager, they only had maybe a few hours together if he was lucky.

The last time Fiddleford was himself…they had fought. Stanley thought he had figured the only way Fiddleford could stay; he needed to remember. Remember everything he had ever forgotten. At the time, Fiddleford had been unwilling to try. He didn’t think he could handle it; he knew he had forgotten what he had for a reason.

Stanley had gotten as close to begging as he ever had in his life since surviving Tijuanna, and when it had no effect…Stanley had told Fiddleford to leave and never come back. He had left that night, and by the next day he had faded away again. After a while, Stan thought his last words had been the final nail in the coffin that was Fiddleford’s mind. He carried that weight along with every other mistake he had ever made. But here he was. Fiddleford. His Fiddleford.

He took a deep breath before he opened his arms up. “Hey, don’t worry, it doesn’t matter. I’m right here.” Fiddleford rushed through the doorway, melting into Stanley’s open arms. “I went away again, didn’t I?” Stan could feel Fiddleford’s tears soaking into his chest, his own whispering at the edges of his eyes. Yes, and you will leave again. You will leave me and I will be alone all over again, you fucking asshole. “Hey cowboy, didn’t I just say not t’ worry about any a’ that? You’re here now, n' that’s what matters. You’re…you’re home.” A haggard laugh vibrated through the smaller man’s chest into Stanley’s own. “I know I keep tellin’ ya, tellin’ me not t’ worry is like” “…tellin’ a fish t’ stop swimmin’; I know Fidds, I know.” Fuck was really the only conscious thought that went through his head as he held his one-time lover. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, again.

Fiddleford looked up, eyes wide and searching Stan’s face. “How long do ya think we have?” Stan shook his head, unwilling to lie even if it eventually wouldn’t matter because he wouldn’t remember. You’ve always been the only person I couldn’t lie to. “I dunno, it’s been…a while. Probably not very long.” Fiddleford closed his eyes before he said “I need ya t’ know somethin’, Stanley.” Stan started to shake his head. “Fidds, you don’t have t-” The look on the other man’s face shut Stan right up-he had always had that ability. Stan wished he didn’t miss it as much as he did. “I need ya to know that even when I’m not here…I miss you. The part of me that’s somewhere in here-” A weathered hand tapped the side of his head to emphasize his point “ misses you. I’m just so sorry, Stanley. Sorry that I’m a coward. I’m sorry that I’m not strong enough to be here all the time…but I’ll never stop tryin’. I’ll always try n’ come home to ya.”

Stan thought of the thousands of times he had chased Old Man McGucket, the neat little character that Stan had to compartmentalize his Fiddleford into when he wasn’t himself, out of the Shack. How many times he had found him curled up like a cat on the back porch. How every time they “met”, McGucket would say how nice Stan was or how good he felt to be around him “for some reason.” How many odds and ends McGucket would gift Stan from the dump for exhibits at the Mystery Shack with a large smile and nothing substantial behind his eyes.

It would be so much easier if he would stop trying to come back. Maybe the hole in Stan’s heart the size of the sweet, certifiably insane man would scab over. How many times had Stanley mourned him? How many times was he willing to hurt himself? They were now nearing their sixties, how long was he really willing to do this song and dance?

What’s one more time? he softly thought, his hand coming up to tenderly cup the grizzled face of Fiddleford Hadron McGucket. Mad scientist, friend, and unfortunately for them both…the love of his life.

“I miss you too, Fidds.”

[keferon]

Did you say...TFP RACTHLOCK??!!WHERE??

No no haha nowhere. It was just an idea for another au.

I made a post about it a good while ago but it didn’t look like tfp side of fandom was interested so I moved on.

[ingoodjesst]

have you put the pieces together yet, detective

[chickenmanbeloved]

A lovely reminder

[demigodseameg16]

Bro as someone who uses a walking aid (a cane) and is disabled seeing the new trailer for Miraculous Ladybug makes me absolutely furious. I have never felt so much hatred for a fictional character before and yet here we are. I didn't like Marinette before but like, this just. This hits way too close to home and I know Astruc is going to frame it in a way that makes Marinette the good guy. But NOTHING excuses touching a disability aid without permission, especially fooling around with it and sabotaging it. And the fact that a younger generation is going to see this, I absolutely can't. I feel so bad for disabled children who will see this scene on TV and have their feelings be in the wrong, shown that they are the bad guys for getting upset, or heavens forbid being disabled. Screw you Astruc.