#kind of an au? or a headcanon?

[dreamsky-sapphi]

Nanamahi toxic yuri my beloved

They understand each other in their loneliness and find comfort in each other in a way that doesn't allow personal growth and only leaves space for unhealthy obsession that traps both of them

[gtwscratch]

I JUST HAD A REALLY COOL IDEA FOR AN AU BASED ON THE NEW WILD LIFE EPISODE. HEAVY(?) ANGST UP AHEAD AND ALSO SPOILERS TO SESSION 7 SO BE WARNED!

LIFE SERIES MEMBERS BUT THEY GOT THEIR POWERS FROM LAB EXPERIMENTATION!!!!!

Okay I'm switching to lowercase so I'm not just screaming at you guys haha

[EDIT] Guess who’s fully elaborating on this AU with Subject files and a fic? :3

Project X Master Post

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Imagine Martyn curled up in the corner of his cell, covering his ears bc he doesn't know how to block things out and everything is so loud.

Imagine Scott transforming from an aquatic creature back to his regular form, but he still has gills, and he panics when he can't breathe.

Imagine Jimmy turning in invisible for the first time and not knowing how to turn back, and he thinks he's stuck that way forever.

Imagine Ren transforming the first few times, but there's always something off about him. He looks eerie, like something from uncanny valley.

Imagine Scar not knowing his own strength and jokingly punching Mumbo, only to send him flying into the wall and causing his death.

Imagine Cleo trying so hard to get Mumbo and Skizz to act the way that they used to when she summons them, but it's never truly them. Something is always wrong.

Imagine BigB being terrified when he summons the creaking for the first time, not realizing they're on his side and thinking they'll attack him.

Imagine Gem astral projecting as an escapism, talking to Mumbo and Skizz and "leaving" the facility, but she can't truly leave.

Imagine Impulse and Tango nearly getting to escape with their powers, their friends cheering them on from inside their cells, and just when they're in the clear, Impulse gets tranquilized and falls unconscious. Tango can't bare to leave his buddy behind. They both get collars that block their abilities and heavy monitoring after that stunt.

Lizzie feels bad about her power. She's tried to escape as well, but when she realized the blindness affected her friends, it freaked her out so much that security was able to catch up to her and take her back to her cell.

Imagine Bdubs sleeping diligently through every night and dealing with nightmares of the hell they've all been put through so his friends don't.

Imagine Pearl wishing she could fly out in the open air, desperate for that kind of freedom that she knows she will never have.

Imagine Etho trying to bring down his mace to pretend to hit Bdubs, and when he move to the side to dodge, it actually puts him in the way of Etho's strike. The absolute terror that fills Etho is so bad that he never jokes like that again, even if it barely hurt him.

Imagine Joel looking around and analyzing the rooms, thinking of how he could scale the walls with his ability to escape through an air vent, but he can never bring himself to do it because he refuses to leave Lizzie.

Imagine Grian being physically and emotionally strained trying to learn everyone's powers and how to properly use them, wishing he just had one of his own instead.

Imagine Skizz and Mumbo both dying (Skizz due to the intense tests and Mumbo due to the effects the testing had on Scar) before they had a chance to gain powers of their own. Don't imagine those powers being just what the group needs to escape.

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I think I might write each of these as a one shot. That would certainly be a LOT of fun :) lmk what you guys think please!

[norikuna]

regular/modern!human x true form sukuna boyfriend headcanons for fun <3 mainly for my pookie @kasukuna bc that's who i think of when i think of bf!sukuna

sees that men get their lovers cute things like flowers and chocolate and thinks its overrated. sukuna realises he needs to up his game with a romantic gesture, and thinks its cool to carve your name into a tree with his claws. you catch him picking bark from out under his dark nails.

saw that you made smoothies in the morning with breakfast and waited till you left the house to try it for himself (he always said he didn't care for them but he just doesn't want to admit). sukuna threw together a ripe banana, a loaf of bread and a whole METAL can of tuna and turned the blender on. you came home to a broken, smoking blender and a gross, banana-covered king of curses who acted like this was your fault.

no table manners, sorry. you think that the happiest you've ever seen sukuna is when you're back with the groceries and there's a raw leg of lamb wrapped up in butcher's paper. delights in the idea of a rare cooked steak, but prefers to eat them bloody.

if you study (say you're in college or university) he claims he doesn't give a flying fuck about what you learn, and doesn't understand the concept of degrees. he wonders why people just aren't allowed to practice their trade, and why they need a piece of paper first. but when you're not around, he reads through your textbooks and quotes them to you afterwards. but sukuna pretends he just already knew all that shit anyway.

absolutely no patience in the morning for lazying around. you figure a big, massive being like himself can sleep through sunrise. but he's got unblinking, freaky eyes and when you crack open your eyelids in the morning, he's already looking down at you, demanding that you get up and not waste your day. at first, you worry that he just doesn't even sleep. you need not worry about that, he can knock himself flat out like an elephant that bathed in nyquil.

you asked him to help with dinner one day. kind of annoying how sukuna's very good at malicious noncompliance. you know that he is an expert in all things sharp and weapon-like, and a kitchen knife is no exception. and yet, he decides to use his long claws to cut the parsnip, slicing through them very slowly in a way that drags and creaks agains the chopping board.

sukuna rages over mario kart and rainbow. has grown oddly obsessed with the leaderboard and claims that he will vanquish the player titled 'sixeyes1989' that keeps calling him rude names online.

thinks siri is mocking him and sulks the entire day at this automated voice that seems to not understand what hes saying. you ask sukuna to gently release the grip he has on your phone before he shatters it. again.

you mentioned something about how sweet it is that your friend's boyfriend leaves her little cute notes with love affirmations on it. the next day, you find sweeping yet scrawled foreign symbols on peeled sticky notes. turns out that his version of cute love notes are ominous, medieval runes that are protection spells against curses.

does NOT play fair in games night. sukuna burned all the monopoly money when you charged him rent for mayfair. invents random words and claim they're from his era in scrabble, and he insists they count. almost set something on fire during go fish and ate the cards. has sat on a chessboard just so you wouldn't win.

[crushedsweets]

Katherine the killer amirite

[howlsofbloodhounds]

I think it’d be kinda funny if whenever a soul talks to or influences color, it takes the format of something like “you.”

Something like this:

* You want to wear the rainbow shoes today.

“No, I don’t,” Color muttered. “We’re going there to work, not to play.”

* You pout.

And if Color comprises by wearing something else, or puts the shoes in a bag to wear later after wherever they’re going or where he thinks it’d be more appropriate, the text says something like

* !

* Wearing rainbow shoes fill you with Kindness.

* :)

And then Color gets hit with an overwhelming wave of excitement and gratitude and love from somewhere within that he’s momentarily dazed (maybe he sees a blurry flash image in his mind of a little girl jumping up and down in excitement before it fades away) and has to work to stay grounded in reality for most of the day up until they finally put on their rainbow shoes

[strangersatellites]

best friends steve and eddie who think it would be funny to have a fake engagement photo shoot and send out wedding invitations and a gift registry to famous people.

best friends steve and eddie who get a keurig from oprah, a knife set from samuel l. jackson, a set of wine glasses from tony hawk, and a plethora of other household items they’d been eyeing for their shared apartment with robin and nancy and laugh so hard they can’t breathe.

best friends steve and eddie who keep up the charade and swindle free cake samples out of all of the local bakeries and eat cake until they’re sick.

best friends steve and eddie who know they’d be the talk of the town attending their high school reunion back home hand in hand and don’t see the issue with keeping it up a little longer.

girlfriends robin and nancy wondering how long steve has to keep wearing his ring around the house and eddie has to keep referring to him as his fiancé to their friends before they figure out that maybe it’s not pretend anymore. maybe it never was.

[lulu-draws-stuff]

My sort of future au designs (traced/edited their psychonauts 2 renders for this) :] they are like 13 here

[salamander-spark]

Disguised forms for the other Basilisks!

(Including my interpretation of Number II's appearance)

+ headcanons, as well as backstory for my AU highlighted in green.

Number II, aka Tulip🌷

Age≈ late 20's/early 30's (~15 years older than Vee)

Goes by They/Them, Is the second oldest of the experimented Basilisks. They firsthand witnessed Number One(Greater basilisk that attacks Hexide)'s descent into madness and animalistic hunger. They were scared of what they could become, so they fought extra hard to retain their sanity, vowing to protect their younger kin. Tulip often risked taking punishments from the captors in the other's stead.

(Hight comparison for Tulip's true form (Vee for reference)

At around 15 years old, Tulip hears scouts talk about a new test subject that hatched recently and will soon be ready for experiments. Tulip breaks out and rescues the infant number five. A month of laying low later, and they are both hiding in a cave. Tulip finds a pool of Titan's blood trapped deep within, and they both enter into the human realm.

Tulip can't stay. They know they need to protect Treble and Ivy. So they watch in the shadows as Vee is taken into the care of a couple of humans before leaving her behind, where she can grow up in a place far from the Emperor's grasp. They absorb the remaining magic in the portal, severing this temporary link so that nobody can follow their child.

🎼Treble & Ivy🌿

Ages≈ Mid twenties

Treble: She/Her, Ivy: He/They

I got the idea to name her Treble from The Angel of the Owl house, by OwlHouseAngel on A03. I thought fit well, considering she's playing Eda's Citern in the finale, and the Idea of a basilisk playing instruments sounds cool. (even inspired some things for my AU)

Both were created from the same set of samples, making them almost like twins. They've got a close-knit sibling bond, very protective of each other. Treble gets headstrong and does risky things like attack coven scouts. Ivy often has to reign Treble in to prevent her from being too reckless. He tends to take an overly cautious approach to anything new.

I'm still not entirely sure how they play into the AU, but they meet Vee and are introduced to Camila to be accepted into their family

I loved this shot when I first saw it, I'm glad to see at least someone in the crew cares about them

& 🌺Viola "Vee" Noceda

I like to think she has a collection of different sweaters and chooses to wear them to keep her warm. Basilisks are mostly cold-blooded but passivly use up their magic to keep warm in cold temperatures. Vee likes to conserve energy by dressing warm during the colder months

She ended up in the human realm thanks to Tulip and was quickly adopted by the Nocedas. Not knowing about her origins, she's horrified learning what her kin has gone through.

She's less timid when confronting danger and hasn't gone through her canon trauma (minus a few fears like sharp objects and dark basements from ). She does, however, have trauma and grief from Manny's sickness and death.

[superbat-love]

"Hey, Kent!"

The shout from behind stopped Clark in his tracks. He groaned inwardly, turning around to face the transfer student from Gotham—the bane of his high school existence—Bruce fucking Wayne.

"Bruce, I’ve got nothing to say to you," Clark said flatly. Bruce glared at him, arms crossed over his bare chest.

"Yeah? Does this look familiar to you?" Bruce asked, reaching into his bag on the nearby bench. He pulled something out and tossed it at Clark. Instinctively, Clark caught it, and his blood ran cold when he realized what it was—his missing red blanket.

"This is mine! Where did you find it?" Clark demanded.

"Your room," Bruce replied with a shrug.

"Did… did you break into my house to steal my stuff? What is wrong with you?"

Bruce smirked. "I returned it, didn’t I? I borrowed it for an experiment."

Clark took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. Oh, how I wish I could strangle him right now. "What experiment?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Various kinds. And guess what I found out? That blanket of yours is impervious to damage."

"What?" Clark said, confusion growing.

"Fireproof and practically indestructible. It's stronger than anything known to man." Bruce’s gaze sharpened. "It’s definitely not from Earth."

Clark's heart skipped a beat. "What are you trying to say, Wayne?"

Bruce moved closer, their chests almost touching, his icy blue eyes boring into Clark’s. "I'm saying that you aren’t from Earth." His voice dropped to a low, menacing growl. "Are you part of the same alien force that destroyed Gotham City Hall?"

"I don’t know what you're talking about! I’m not an alien!" Clark shouted defensively, shoving Bruce without thinking.

Bruce went flying, crashing into the metal lockers with a loud clang. He groaned, slumping to the floor.

Clark's stomach lurched as he realized what he’d done. The lockers were completely dented in. "I—I didn’t mean to do that!" Clark ran over, kneeling beside Bruce. "Bruce, are you okay? I’m so sorry! I couldn’t control my strength!"

Bruce clutched his head, wincing. "Ugh, my head... Selina was right—honey trapping would be more effective than direct interrogation." He paused, eyes half-lidded. "Think she’d give me tips?"

"What?" Clark blinked, utterly lost. "Bruce, you’re probably concussed." He quickly lifted Bruce into his arms in a bridal carry. "You need medical attention, hold on!"

Bruce groaned. "Can we at least wear something? I mean, sure, you’ve got a lot to be proud of, but I’d rather not expose myself to the whole world right now."

Clark blushed, realizing their state of undress. Hastily, he lowered Bruce back to the ground, grabbed his blanket, and draped it over both of them. Once they were decently covered, Clark scooped Bruce up again and ran out of the locker room, ignoring the strange and alarmed looks from the other students.

[anticidic]

Dazai unironically being good at wound care. He not only picked up some things from studying Mori, but because he needed to learn how to keep his own wounds clean as a kid. He also has extensive knowledge about different kinds of wounds since he...unfortunately has dealt with many of them.

Chuuya turning to Dazai for help in patching his wounds up since Dazai's just a little too good at that and at making sure bandages stay on. Also, he knows which brand is best and the most durable.

Dazai jokes about the fact Chuuya came to him of all people, but he helps without question. Chuuya's either lying on the couch or on his bed with an arm over his eyes refusing to look as Dazai hums a tune to himself and wraps a layer of bandages up the length of Chuuya's injured leg.

[moon-meteor-star-sun]

James would bring the rest of the Marauders to IKEA to eat Swedish meatballs and walk around. Nothing other than food, fake plants, and stuffed animals would be bought.

[stellocchia]

I think Color would find Killer's creepy ass smile creepy just like everyone else. The difference here is that he likes creepy things. The fictional character he got his first ever crush on is probably Mothman or some shit

[ghostr0tz]

Very specific human Vox I've been trying to shake for weeks

[lemon-wedges]

Gambling Night 

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Bro “color” could literally be sans’ and the six human souls’ singletsona

[thesummerestsolstice]

Silm AU Concept that Won't Leave me Alone:

Earendil falls ill, not long after his marriage. None of the healers in Sirion– human or elven– can explain why. Maybe it's because Idril and Tuor left for Valinor recently, and no one really thinks they'll make it there alive. Maybe it's the plague that's been sweeping through war-torn Beleriand. Maybe his body is just giving up on him– it's not unheard of for half-elves to die that way.

And it's becoming clear that Earendil is dying. Nothing they do helps. Some of Elwing's advisors try to keep her away from his bedside– half out of fear his illness is contagious and half because she spends all her time there, refusing to eat or rest. They're trying to protect her from the horrible truth. It isn't working.

Elwing knows of two great sources of magic. One is her own– inherited from Melian, running far stronger in her blood than any had expected, far stronger than it had in her father. Strong enough that she's spent most of her life learning to hide it. Flowers bloom under her feet, birds flock to her side. Elwing is powerful, but she's young; untrained. She tries to help Earendil. She fails.

And then there is the Silmaril. The Silmaril's power is not like hers. It does not make things grow, or bring the birds and gentle beasts of the world to their doorstep. But it drives away the orcs, keeps the wolves at bay, cuts through the darkness, burns away evil. It is a much more violent kind of purification.

And Elwing thinks, is it not evil coursing through my husband's veins, choking his lungs, threatening to tear him away from me?

She takes the Silmaril and pries it open with a dagger, pouring it's divine light into the abalone-shell cup that Idril had given her before she sailed away. She gives it to Earendil, comforts him, climbs into bed beside him. They hold each other, whisper their marriage vows again in the darkness. When Elwing drifts into sleep, she doesn't know if he'll still be there when she wakes up.

And then Earendil wakes up with clear, bright eyes. It works. It works very well. It works so well that Elwing has to teach Earendil how to hide the new light in his eyes and the shimmer under his skin.

Elwing keeps the Silmaril hidden away after that. Some whisper that she's become obsessed with it, just as her father had. In truth, she's just trying to hide the fact that the gem has no light left. Somehow, she doubts her advisors would approve of her decision.

But she doesn't care, and neither does Earendil. They are happy, and in love. Not long after Earendil's recovery– a recovery most think was a miracle sent by the Valar– they have children. Two very strange children with sharp teeth and bright eyes who they love very much.

It looks like everything will work out for Elwing's little family, right until the day the first letter from Maedhros Feanorian arrives.