#lighthouse AU

[lostinsnow]

I am very curious about your lighthouse AU!

I'd love to share, especially since you inspired the whole story! Set in 1948, Obi-Wan's the lonely lighthouse keeper forced to marry and Anakin accepts the responsibility after reading his ad in the paper. This scene is from when obikin first meet in chapter one! (I promise the whole fic isn't this melodramatic lolol)

A sharp-sighted awareness previously known only in the heat of a firefight overtook Obi-Wan. For a single moment in time, the landscape of the world melted away and left behind nothing but the immediate knowledge of long limbs, and golden skin, and pouting lips. 

Christ, what miracles had he performed in a past life to deserve a creature like that stepping onto the shores of his lonely existence? 

Spikes of adrenaline shot through his bloodstream as the young man stepping from the boat finally raised his head, lancing Obi-Wan’s soul with the deadly blade of his intense eyes. Eyebrow bisected by a scar nearly as sharp as his jaw, he gave off the distinct impression of a centuries old statue, perfection carved into marble yet cracked by the wounds of time. 

The moment passed, and Obi-Wan blinked back into awareness of the other two and a half billion people on the planet. Chest tight, he fought against the embarrassment of so foolishly losing focus. Perhaps he truly was going senile, after all. 

“Hello,” he greeted with a step forward to the dock’s edge. Right hand thrust forward, he fought hard to regain eye contact. “I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi, and you must be—”

“Anakin Skywalker.” The blunt, cold introduction raised Obi-Wan’s hackles on instinct. His outstretched hand went ignored for a beat too long, every working muscle mocking the failed greeting. All the while, the young man’s hand remained behind his back, free of luggage yet unmoving. When the humiliation became too much to bear, Obi-Wan’s hand dropped to his side once again. Only then, strangely, did Anakin finally raise his chin again to connect their eyes. 

“I didn’t expect you to be so young,” Obi-Wan commented in a light voice, eager to occupy the tense air between their close bodies. His gaze traced the fine lines of a thin neck joining broad shoulders. Why would such a prodigious, striking thing like him restrain themselves to a life so small as this? 

Stood tall and stalwart as a sentinel, Anakin’s gaze traveled a clear path down towards Obi-Wan’s boots then upwards again across his wool covered body. Only years of critical inspection beneath the scrutiny of higher officers stabilized his confidence.

“I didn’t expect you to be so British,” responded Anakin, his voice deep and cutting. 

Yet, the comment only shook laughter from Obi-Wan’s chest. “Yes, my apologies. I surely hope there won't be any lingering colonial resentments between us."

With a clipped scoff, some of Anakin's icy rigidity seemed to melt away. Lugging his heavy bag with one hand over the boat's edge, he stepped onto the creaking dock and threw Obi-Wan a quick smile. "No promises."

[human-rocket]

My second contribution to the @obikinbb! Unfortunately, my author had to drop out so there is no fic to accompany the artwork, but thank you to the mods for organizing such a fun event!

To give the art a little context, Obi-Wan is a lonely lighthouse keeper who gets stormed in with his grocery delivery guy, Anakin.

[beebopurr]

Lighthouse au where April gets a job at a lighthouse and meets the creatures living on the island (which may or may not sell for a pretty penny in the magical creature hunting business)

[sheep-turtles-and-pizza]

Lighthouse au belongs to @beebopurr

You don't know what's coming April.

Later....

April: ....ok why not.

[bkbs-art]

Reach for YOUR star ✨

(I turned this into a bookmark and print! you can grab one if you'd like hehe)

[karugoround]

Linocut Nagizuru with reserve course materials.

Showing a bit of the process here (tw sharp tool)

[mothmanavenue]

Imagine Keith’s fucking surprise when he turns around, ready to throw hands with the idiot that had tossed a fucking can through his bedroom window, and instead comes face to face with the boy in the photographs that the McClains had set up on the table with the candle, a memorial for their dead son.

He opens his mouth.

“what the fu-”

“STOP THROWING OUT MY THINGS DUDE, COME ON, HAVE SOME FUCKING RESPECT,”

Keith considers that, maybe, Shiro was right, and the isolation was, in fact, fucking with his head.

Hm.

Whatever, this fucker just threw a can at him, and if his mama taught him one thing it’s to not take shit lying down.

“IF YOU DIDN’T WANT ME TO GET RID OF YOUR SHIT, WHY’D YOU HAVE SUCH BAD TASTE?”

Shit, he’s pretty sure you aren’t meant to indulge the delusion.

The boy, if possible, glares harder, form flickering in and out of existence as he raises his hands to his hips, nose scrunching and eyebrows furrowing.

Cute.

Ah fuck, wait, no-

“Bad. Taste?” the boy is seething now; Keith’s pretty sure if this was the looney tunes his head would’ve been steaming, “bad. Fucking. TASTE? I ONLY DIED LAST YEAR, AND ILL BET MY ROTTING BONES THAT UGLY MULLETS HAVEN’T MAGICALLY COME BACK INTO STYLE!”

Keith’s eye twitches. Oh this little shit was gonna fucking get it.

[chipfunk-art]

IT'S DONE HUZZAH

Drawing that I started of @beebopurr 's lighthouse au on Christmas when I first got an official drawing tablet but I'm the world's slowest artist so Happy New Year everybody!

Took some creative liberties sorry. April is injured... somehow. I was gonna add blood but I didn't have the heart to hurt her too bad so it's not that bad don't worry!

Warm-up doodles below and thanks to beebopurr for making an awesome ass au that's just knarly !!!

👍

[localratman]

zukka lighthouse!au

atla au where zuko was banished to a lighthouse at the edge of the earth kingdom (aka: far away from everyone aside from a small earth kingdom village) instead and one day sokka ends up washing up on his shores.

sokka might also be a selkie cuz im a sucker for selkies.

slow burn, lots of pining, awkward turtle-duck zuko, etc.

i have the brainworms rn, so im gonna be thinking abt this for a while lmao

[catfirebrand]

The Lighthouse | Chapter 14

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26202385/chapters/152792740

Summary:

Jaina is annoyed, Sylvanas has another chat with her Minn'da. and slowly more breadcrumbs are revealed.

Notes:

Sorry guys, meant to post this sooner, I just got caught up in starting a million new BG3 characters with all the mods...

“Lirath, you’re being ridiculous—”

“I’m being ridiculous? I’m not the one my sister dragged in bleeding from the head and in the middle of an arcane seizure! That tower is bad news, I keep telling you all this, but no, don’t listen to the magister who’s more than ten times your age—”

“Tidemother’s tits, for the last time, it’s not haunted!”

“Just because you won’t admit to what’s in front of you—”

“Anar’alah, anari’a finel Lirath!”

Jaina spun, the words she’d been about to shout dying on her tongue as Sylvanas’ arm wrapped around her.

Lirath rolled his eyes and snorted. “Well then, will you please talk some sense into her, since you’re the only one she listens to? She’s insisting on going back to that Belore-damned tower already.”

“By the Tides, Lirath—”

“Elu’meniel mal alann, Jaina. He may have a point.”

Jaina groaned. “Sylvanas, not you too…”

[lostinsnow]

Made a mood board for the obikin lighthouse au instead of actually working on writing it 🤭

[ineffableigh]

Darling, there's a part of me I'm afraid will always be Trapped within an abstract from a moment of my life The weeds up through the concrete The traffic picking up speed All my love and terror balanced there between those eyes

See how it shines. See how it shines.

~

It's done!

Been working on this since the last chapter of "There is a Light & it Never Goes Out" was posted by @phoen1xr0se - the latter part of the chapter was so striking and I immediately had to do arts about it. It's such a lovely heartfelt story that feels so authentic and is such a fascinating approach to Aziraphale and Crowley. I love it.

Our two lads sit on either side of a door, discussing puffins. Because puffins are great. <3

Detail shots:

Tried to experiment with more painterly brushes and had a ton of fun! I gotta get some better ones though, as the watercolour brushes included with CSP are pretty low res so it ends up quite choppy. I do like the clip mask effect as well, to make a sort of negative space frame I can paint behind. =)

[beebopurr]

Raph: (to Mikey and Donnie) where the fuck is Leo

Meanwhile Leo:

[leafteaposts]

I need to get some Aus out of my head in hopes I can continue working on my actual fics om writing.

So have the one that distracts me the most at the moment,

Lighthouse!AU

The storyline follows canon but there is no Baratie. No restaurant floating at the sea.

In this au Zeff's trauma of losing his crew, being stuck on a rock with a little feral eggplant and eating his own fucking leg takes a toll. When they are saved he wants to leave all behind but the kid has fixated on him and is, after all the only one that actually understands the horror of almost starving to death and surviving the storm that took all he had left. He can't handle the tempo, the sounds, the teeming life around him anymore, as he has ghosts at every corner and a equally traumatized kid looking at him like he is a saviour, like he is worth something.

They are more co-dependent in this au and when the Marines hear that red leg Zeff might be the man saved with a kid from a rock in the middle of nowhere he flees in the night. Taking Sanji with him.

From there they steal a boat and sets out to sea. They drift for a long time, moving in the night and laying low in the days, Sanji has to steal food and help a still weak Zeff that are equal parts caring and hostile as he still has a nasty infection raging inside due to his self amputated leg.

At the edge of the east blue they find a small island surrounded with jagged cliffs and a wind that never quiets. There stands a lighthouse and they make it their home. They do have a small space that serves as a restaurant /sleeping area/ infirmary when shipwrecked sailors finds them or drift ashore. Mostly smugglers, pirates and other shady people, often in bad conditions and Zeff and Sanji feed them with what they have and steal what they deem reasonable.

Zeff have huge survivors guilt (as does Sanji) Zeff want more for Sanji, for him to leave, to find the all blue, but just can't push him to leave, instead they grow ever more dependent on each other, Sanji's own guilt and issues make him much more quiet, not as aggressive as he doesn't grow up in a rowdy restaurant in his adolescence years. Still anger issues but take the form more introverted.

They have a patch of land they grow vegetables on and have some sheep and goats for wool and milk/meat. (Living quietly on the island when they arrived, no people, the lighthouse seems to be a forgotten blind spot in the sea for most. Having been abandoned for a long time.) Due to their living conditions Sanj is foremost educated in foods that can last long times and harsh weathers, but they still make the best food you ever eaten. This is maybe also why, Sanji muses, why he gets a warm feeling when Zoro (and Luffy) never show any signs of disgust over eating frogs, rats etc. At Skypeia much later, he feels all fuzzy when they all devour the rat stew and he can't stop locking at the swordsman.

Patty and Carne find them as smugglers in need and they keep supplying them and are their only steady visitors. Until a boy with a straw hat crashes the peace and brings change with him.

Nami still steals the Merry but it takes much longer time. They stay longer, and the drama with Don Crieg is still happening, just as Mihawks arrives, etc. They get to know Zeff, Sanji and their small world. After a long time at the lighthouse Nami leave with the Merry and Zeff dares to slowly let Sanji free, pushing him towards his destiny.

This Sanji have longer hair as he can't be as fancy/prissy on the island, have to groom himself/of have Zeff help him. Takes on the role as the care taker a lot as Zeff has serious bouts of depression in periods. Dissociates a lot and compartments his life a lot to handle the loneliness and his own traumas. Wakes up sometimes with Zeffs hands in his hair and the old man humming sea shantys to bring the light back into Sanji's eyes. He dress smart but clear they are poor and lives of the sea and land. He is good at sewing and mending. After Arlong park Nami makes sure Sanji gets a proper suit, heck she makes sure he gets one in each big port. Slowly he can develop his style and image he has inside and we see more of canon Sanju shine through. He is still a lover boy, still heart in his eyes but much more shy. Clashes with Zoro at the regular, bonds with Usopp the most at the start. Usopp and Nami also teach him about the outside world more, giving him books to read and Zoro often asks him to read out loud so he can practice. Sanji takes it as criticism but Zoro loves listening to his voice and also learns himself. Zoro surprises himself with discovering he is secretly a history buff. Zoro also helps Sanji with math as suddenly working with such large quantities and berries is a little daunting in the beginning. This is also one of the reasons they often shop together when restocking the food etc.

A slow, quiet love grows in those moments, often making them feel confused about their feelings as the fights and butting heads doesn't stop. They have different goals and ideologies just as in canon but complement each other and Luffy perfectly.

Phew. Maybe it will now leave me alone?

[bkbs-art]

Lil lighthouse au dooble bec I haven't had a chance to draw them properly in a while.

[karugoround]

Nagizuru au creatures ~ probably their most normal drawings ever.

🩶

Today marks one year since I made my first Nagizuru post. I never thought I would love this beast so much. Thank you all so much for enjoying this au!

Here you have a small lighthearted fic written by @draconicsparkle as a gift. It's not connected to the original story, just them celebrating a regular birthday. They spoil them too much! ⬇️⬇️

How long had it been since then? So long. Both the creation date and their escapes. But in a strange way, Hajime was glad they had experienced all those hardships and difficult times. For without them, the two of them wouldn’t appreciate the bliss they were living in nearly as much.

Hajime thought this as his one working eye stared out the window in the small kitchen. The garden was visible from here, where all kinds of flowers and plants were growing. Gardening was one of Izuru’s many talents, after all. It would be odd if it wasn’t growing splendidly.

A small smile grew as he recalled the many hours they had spent sitting in the gazebo they had built in the middle of the garden, sandwiches and lemonade in hand while the butterflies and bees flew by.

But today wouldn’t be spent in the garden. No, Hajime had other plans. Hence why he was in the kitchen earlier in the morning. Izuru was still in their bedroom, sleeping away without sedatives. He wouldn’t dare wake him up, even now when they were far away from the Lighthouse’s rubble.

He bent down to check the oven’s window, pleased to see the cake sheets baking nicely. He grabbed an oven mitt and pulled the pans out, sliding them on the cooling rack. They were the perfect shade and smelled amazing. While they cooled, the brunette got busy preparing the whipped cream and cutting the strawberries he had picked yesterday. He focused hard on his task, not stopping until his creation was fully constructed. A beautiful and practically flawless strawberry shortcake. He almost felt bad for cutting into it and pulling a slice out to place on the plate. But he was far more eager to see the reaction, so he didn’t mourn the perfection.

After gathering a fork and a glass of milk, he placed everything on a tray and carefully picked it up. His months of practice came in handy, as the tray remained balanced the whole way to the bedroom. Using a shoulder, he bumped the door open so his hands didn’t leave the tray. Soon enough, he was placing the tray down on the nightstand. By this point, he knew the Ultimate Hope was awake now. “Good morning. Was your sleep restful?”

The red eyes gazed up at him, still mysterious and cryptic, though not nearly as hard anymore. Being free of pain and drugs was most likely the reason. “I can confirm that it was. The aroma of your creation coaxed me back to consciousness. Not that I mind this pleasant method of awakening.”

“I’m glad you think so, si-” Hajime paused, laughing in embarrassment. “I mean Izuru.”

The white-haired man smirked up at him. “Slip of the tongue?”

Hajime scratched his cheek, right under his silk eye cover. “Old habits die hard, I guess.”

“But they are getting to be fewer and less frequent,” Izuru observed. He sat up, the large shirt he was wearing slipping off a shoulder. “Can you hand me a hair tie, my dear caretaker?” he requested once he had risen into a comfortable position.

The brunette was quick to do so, though he did it with a grin. “That was on purpose. You’re teasing me, aren’t you?”

Izuru’s smirk didn’t diminish, even as he began gathering his long hair and weaving the hair tie around the locks. “Observant as always, my dear. Just one of the many traits I adore about you.”

Hajime felt his cheeks redden. He still wasn’t able to hide his reactions to Izuru’s words of affection. “I-I do my best.”

“That you do.” Izuru finished making his ponytail, letting it rest against his back. He then reached forward, tugging on Hajime’s arms. The strength of the tugs had been unexpectedly strong and Hajime found himself falling onto the bed alongside Izuru with a yelp.

“Much better,” Izuru stated as he hugged Hajime to his chest. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

The brunette wiggled only slightly to get more comfortable. “But… don’t you want your cake?”

“In a few moments. Let me indulge myself on this first,” was the reply. A pleased hum followed, along with some shoulder rubs that felt amazing. “Another day of tranquility. One that we earned for our perseverance through the blood and pain. The torture those foolish scientists inflicted while playing God. But I suppose it would be best to not dwell upon such horrid memories. It is beneficial to move on and build oneself back up stronger than before.”

The caretaker chuckled. “That the Ultimate Therapist at work? Putting in overtime, for sure.”

“Perhaps. But I will utilize my abilities for our sakes and lives. And I’m sure you are well aware of this.” One of Izuru’s hands migrated up to his hair, scratching his scalp and conjuring happy noises from the receiver.

“What did I do to deserve this? So nice,” Hajime muttered, relaxing into the comforting touches.

“If you would like reasons, I can compile a list. But be aware that it is a long one. It would take some time to read them all,” Izuru replied with his eternal smile.

“I appreciate the offer, but I think I’ll decline. You know how I am with rapid fire compliments.” The brunette relaxed under the ministrations, enjoying every second.

“Oh, I do have something to retrieve. Remain here in bed, okay?” Izuru withdrew and extracted himself from the bed covers, standing up and walking over to his closet. Hajime watched in confusion, especially as the pale man pulled out a giant crocheted blanket with a mandala design. “You are always making things for me, so I figured I could return the favor. It was surprisingly easy to keep my work on this little project secret from you. Though, I am certainly not complaining,” Izuru commented as he brought the blanket over, laying it over Hajime and tucking him in. “The pattern is a representation of our spiritual and physical journey through our lives. That we found our fulfillment after our struggles. Quite fitting, wouldn’t you agree?”

Hajime’s eyes, both functional and broken, widened at the colorful blanket now around him. He ran a hand over the design, admiring the nice material and the quality of the gift. “I… I don’t know what to say… This is…”

Izuru sat next to him, sliding under the blanket next to him. “I already know, so don’t fret. Nothing needs to be expressed.” He leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed the plate and fork. “Now then, how about we try your splendid creation?” The full strawberry on top was speared with the fork and was raised to their faces. “I’ll give you the honor of taking the decoration. You won’t refuse, will you?”

Hajime’s breath was shaky as he nodded. “You know that I would never refuse anything from you. Neither back then, nor now.”

“Excellent. Though there is one condition to get this. You will have to take it from me.” Izuru placed the lower half of the strawberry into his mouth, the thicker half sticking out. And the mischievous look in those ruby red eyes implied exactly what Izuru was insinuating.

Hajime’s face turned as red as the berry. They were about to do this, weren’t they? But he couldn’t go back on his promise, so he swallowed his nerves. He leaned forward and locked lips with the other, the kiss tasting like the sweet fruit. It lasted for several moments, neither of them eager to break it. Eventually, they did separate, the strawberry now in Hajime’s mouth. He focused on chewing to buy himself time to calm down from the rush of emotions. Though this was easily seen by the Ultimate Analyst, if the smirk was anything to go off of.

“Now, I shall taste test your work. Though I don’t doubt it will be fantastic. Thank you for the treat,” the Ultimate Hope said as he cut into the cake and took a delicate bite. “A nice way to wake up and start the day. And here’s to many more in our future.”

Hajime snuggled under the beautiful blanket a little more, resting his head on Izuru’s shoulder. Finally comfortable with initiating close contact after all this time. “Yes. I hope and wish for that, too.”