#m&ms au

[fisshontoast]

ID: a digital drawing of marcellus pye. He is a young man with brown skin and dark brown hair, and is wearing a red tunic with gold embroidery and a black, high collared cloak. He has 3 gold rings on his left hand, one on his middle finger and two on his index finger. His hair is held in a ponytail by a gold band. In one hand he is holding a cup of bright green liquid, and with the other he is adding glowing blue drops to it with a pipette. He is holding the cup over the end of a table, and the background is a bookshelf with diamond patterned glass doors. /end ID

Marcellus <3 what's he doing?? Idk <33 but it looks cool

[juanasfanart]

happy (late) national m&m day !! and for this day, i'll show this m&ms au i made months ago, hope you enjoy!!

[jadenightthewriter]

ID: a digital drawing of a young marcellus pye, a boy with brown skin, dark eyes and black hair that reaches just past his ears. He is wearing a red tunic with gold trim and embroidery, a dark red undershirt with gold embroidery, black trousers and red shoes with gold details that curl up at the toes /end ID

This is kid marcellus!! The others r on my computer upstairs and also incomplete but ill send them when I am. Upstairs. Also he's kind of grey bc I can't figure out how to calibrate my tablet screen properly abdjdnfjnf

i forgot how much i loved your art omg

he's very marcellus looking, is the first thing i can say. he is a very goofy child, but also looks like a nerd. and the little sleeves are so cute <3

also take your time lol i know the pain of having to move at all T^T

[septimus-heap]

Oh yeah some other stuff from the m&ms au that I can't remember if I've mentioned

Marcia has like. A few friends (in her own Time). She basically heard enough stories abt etheldredda to be like wow i do not want to be at all like her ever and swore to try and be nicer (there may have been some slight bullying from marcellus to get her to do this) and like. She's not Good at being nice but she went from appearing to be rude on purpose to everyone always to just seeming kind of blunt and maybe a little socially awkward. She's trying basically and it was enough to get her some friends

Marcellus began stealing+selling valuable items from the palace so that if it ever came to the point he could not stand to live there anymore (or he ever had to smuggle a baby sister out) then he'd have money to be able to. Not be on the streets and also bribe ppl into not snitching if he got caught

When he was in the past marcia always talked abt marcellus as "her cousin overseas" and even referred to him by name but obviously no one suspected a thing bc. Why would her cousin overseas be the same marcellus as the young prince who disappeared 500 years ago that's an insane conclusion to come to

When he comes through to the present she still refers to him as her cousin for a bit but then eventually just kind of started calling him her brother and it stuck

He lives in the wizard tower for a while (I am inventing a spare room in the eow apartment) but once he's somewhat settled in and not waking up every day terrified he's going to be murdered, he starts looking into alchemy apprenticeships abroad. He's a few years into his apprenticeship when the assassination happens and when he gets a message from marcia telling him what happened, he puts the apprenticeship on hold for like a year so he can help make sure the castle isn't going to fall to pieces and also so that marcia can actually grieve without worrying the whole castle will fall apart under custodian rule without her. He's basically acting extraordinary wizard for a little while

Marcellus gets along great with septimus almost right from when they first meet and they're the bane of marcias existence. Multiple times shes woken up to find them doing some insane alchemy shit in her living room at 8am and she's just turned around and gone right back to bed

[runboybeneaththemoon]

[bacchusbasil]

I accidentally made an AU of an AU guys help

This is another Euclydian, Marie Mars. She fits into @void-dude 's Shapes and Pines AU.

Ideas under the cut, not sure how far I'll take this

- Dated Tad Strange in high school. They were never serious, she liked how quiet he was and he'd always listen to her wacked out stories. He still thinks of her sometimes.

- Did not know Bill in the slightest, also has no mutation

- Died in the Euclydian Massacre

- While Tad Strange spends time with Stanley, he thinks a lot of Euclydia. He remembers Marie the most simply because her stories were that crazy. One night he dreams about her, and somehow, she is revived but he doesn't know it.

- Suddenly aware again after trillions of years, she gravitates towards Dimension 46'/ on instinct

- Sometime in the 70s invaded a candy makers dreams. Something something, later makes a deal with the guy that he can use her image for marketing (she doesn't want to die again and understands that Stories brought her back)

- At some point Dipper is eating M&Ms and sorts green ones into a circle and states, "Man I wish the green M&M girl were real" and boom. That's how she's summoned.

This is NOT a ship AU, Marie is NOT interested in dating ANYONE. She just wants to live forever and find out how she died. I don't have any stories, this was all thought up over the last 20 minutes. May or may not do anything else with this. At the very least, enjoy your crack.

[kukurykunapatyku]

Vinsmoke spooky combo day 1: zombie/hater

I should thank you @pharaohzeth, this prompt gave me motivation to finally work something for my kingdom hearts x one piece au <3 i mean, in the games Nobodies are kinda described as dead so i think it's close enough to count...

By rules of the games Nobodies should look like normal humans but I like when people make them look like corpses or give them some inhuman traits, so that's what we're going to do here folks

[I.D.: Two-panel drawing of Niji and Sanji from One Piece in my kingdom hearts au. Niji is on the upper panel. His skin is greyish and there are places where it came off, showing muscle and bones. His eyes are almost entirly black, his hair blue with yellow undertones. He's wearing the black zipped coat like the one used by antagonists in Kingdom Hearts games. He's smirking, head tilted to the right, holding his goggles in the left hand. Next to him is his yonger version in similar pose. The kid's eyes are covered by black smear. His hair is yellow with blue undertones. Second panel shows Sanji's shocked face. Panels are separated by words "Oh, come on... Don't you recognize me?" said by Niji. /End I.D.]

Eyes trailing over the places where rotting skin revealed the muscle and bone underneath, Sanji wished he didn't. Wished there was no familiarity in the way the creature tilted its head, that the mocking smirk didn't bring back memories he buried a long time ago.

He remembered how those monsters grabbed Niji, the way life had left his eyes, the way Sanji would have shared his fate if Reiju didn't push him through the window, into the sea. The way she didn't have time to jump after him.

It couldn't be him. Sanji refused it.

More about the au under the cut

So, quick KH lore for those unfamiliar: The universe is made from different worlds and it's difficult to move between them but not impossible. Also, it's possible to separate person's heart and body. When it happens, the heart turns into Heartless - monster of darkness that is drawn towards hearts and attacks people to get them, creating even more Heartless in the process. Meanwhile, the body turns into a Nobody - barely humanoid husk of a person. In some circumstances, Nobodies can retain their memories and looks, but without the heart they still lack emotions (at least at first). One of the main antagonists in the game is organization 13, made of Nobodies whose goal is to recover their hearts. Their motivations range from "I'm so desperate to get the heart I'll do literally anything" to "I don't really care but since I'm not human anymore I don't belong anywhere else". Those are the people I'm basing Vinsmokes role on.

[I.D.: Close-ups of adult and kid Niji's faces. /End I.D.]

Now to the au.

Judge was researching the power of hearts and darkness by conducting experiments on captured Heartless.

One day something goes wrong and the Heartless escape, stealing the hearts of everyone in the castle. Except for Sanji, who falls into the ocean and is carried away by the weaves, washing up on the beach in adjacent realm and meeting Zeff.

Later Sanji joins the Strawhat Pirates, the crew wandering between the realms in search of the legendary treasure - Kingdom Hearts.

Sanji enjoyes the adventures and nowdays barely thinks about what happened to his siblings (and his sperm donor too I guess). At least until something looking a lot like Niji runs into him on the recon mission...

Probably because of the experiments Judge was doing on them ever before the Heartless attack, Ichiji, Niji, Yonji and Reiju kept their memories and looks. They assumed Sanji was just too weak-willed and turned into the mindless Nobody after loosing his heart. Judge continues his experiments, now with a side of figuring out what powers lacking a heart will give you. Which includes sending Heartless into other worlds and observing the carnage...

Reiju didn't tell anyone she managed to get Sanji out of the castle, partly because she's not sure he didn't just drown and partly because she doesn't know what Judge would do if he discovered Sanji's still alive. Her worries are validated when Niji comes back with the news and Judge orders them to bring Sanji back to the 'family'.

Because she was older when she lost her heart, Reiju is better at pretending to be human than her brothers. She remembers having emotions and usually gives more appropiate responses. Ichiji, Niji and Yonji kind of suck in that regard since they barely remember what the appropiate response even is. At first Niji didn't even realize Sanji was scared of him when they met again.

[lovelessbachelor]

i wonder if theres like. multiverse-standard time in the UTMV....

[pillowspace]

lowkey i want to set up a shrine for CSD sun in my school

just like in a random corner and people can give him offerings LMFAO

PFT. You give him a single M&M and he gives you good luck for the rest of the day

[presidentshoelaces]

More narilamb. I'm actually more on drawings from the trod au rn. Give me like a week pookie :{

[hatchetsfield-arch]

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞  𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬  𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧’𝐭  𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞  𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬  𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬  𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝒔𝒉𝒆  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆.  jane  lifts  her  head  to  look  at  emma,  wide  eyed,  and  it’s  all  she  can  do  before  those  three  words  take  all  jane’s  senses  hostage  -  causing  every  function  of  her  body  to  stall  like  the  failing  engine  of  an  old  car.  𝒔𝒉𝒆  𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔  𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇  𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐  𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒈𝒊𝒂’𝒔  𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏  𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔.  in  nostalgia’s  embrace,  jane  can  smell  its  perfume  —  fragrances  of  summer  nights  spent  pretending  to  chase  away  the  boogeymen  from  emma’s  closet,  traces  of  campfires  and  the  marshmallows  jane  would  enthusiastically  show  emma  how  to  toast,  hints  of  old  children’s  storybooks  jane  would  read  to  emma  in  their  father’s  recliner.    

but  then  reality  quickly  yanks  jane  from  out  the  arms  of  nostalgia,  and  the  cologne  it  wears  —  fragrances  of  antiseptic,  traces  of  bleach  and  disinfectant  with  hints  of  saline  is  far  less  pleasant.  

jane  doesn’t  respond  at  first,  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢  𝚘𝚏  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗  𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗  𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎.  for  a  few  tense  moments,  the  only  sounds  are  the  beeping  of  the  monitors  and  the  distant  chatter  of  nurses  walking  past  the  closed  door  of  jane’s  hospital  room.  the  tears  in  her  eyes  are  faster  than  the  words  on  her  tongue,  and  it  saturates  them  with  all  the  emotion  jane  has  stored  deep  in  her  gut  for  years  and  years;  ❝  oh,  peanut.  ❞  she  says,  tears  welling  ever-faster  in  her  eyes  as  she  uses  emma’s  childhood  nickname,  a  nickname  jane  herself  created,  a  nickname  jane  herself  doesn’t  even  know  the  last  time  she  had  called  emma  by  it.  

tears  stream  endlessly  down  her  cheeks,  now  saturating  the  collar  of  the  hospital  gown  she  wore.  ❝  i  love  you  too,  peanut.  so  much.  i  —  ❞  the  sudden  increase  of  the  beeping  on  the  monitor  tattles  on  jane’s  racing  heart,  ❝  i  -  i’m  sorry,  if  i  never  made  that  clear  to  you  before  .  .  .  if  i  didn’t  do  enough,  didn’t  say  enough  -  with  mom  and  dad.  if  i  was  a  part  of  the  reason  you  left  and  never  came  to  visit.  i’m  your  big  sister,  em,  i’m  supposed  to  be  your  anchor  .  .  .  .  i’m  sorry  that  i  wasn’t  enough  of  an  anchor  to  keep  you  here,  or  to  make  you  feel  safe  or  understood.  ❞    

jane’s  hand  crosses  the  small  distance  between  herself  and  the  rickety  chair  where  emma  sits  bedside.  jane  take  one  of  emma’s  hands  in  her  own,  the  other  cupping  emma’s  cheek.  and  for  a  moment,  jane  stares  at  her,  stares  at  her  baby  sister  (  for  no  matter  how  grown  or  independent  emma  gets,  she’ll  always  be  her  baby  sister  )  𝙖𝙣𝙙  𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨  𝙞𝙣  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙩  𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩  𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙨  𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚  𝙖𝙣𝙙  𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚  𝙖𝙨  𝙨𝙝𝙚  𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙨  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙟𝙖𝙗  𝙤��  𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨  𝙚𝙡𝙗𝙤𝙬  𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚  𝙤𝙛  𝙝𝙚𝙧  𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙜  𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩,  𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙨  𝙞𝙩  𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣  𝙞𝙩  𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨;  𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴  𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺  𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦  𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦  𝘺𝘰𝘶  𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵  𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥  𝘰𝘯  𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴.  

she  also ignores  its  follow  up  retort  of  how  @beaniestm  could  just  be  a  mere hallucination  caused  by  the  myriad  of  pain  meds  they  have  her  on.

❝  i’m  sorry,  peanut.  for  everything.  but  —  but  i’m  still  here,  and  you’re  here,  now,  and  .  .  .  and  maybe  we  can  keep  it  that  way?  keep  that  here  and  now  permanent?  ❞  her  fingers  travel  up  to  brush  away  a  few  fallen  strands,  tucking  them  back  behind  emma’s  ear.  

𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕  𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆  𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒆  𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒅𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒔  𝒂𝒏𝒅  𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔  𝒔𝒉𝒆’𝒅  𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅  𝒊𝒏  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒚𝒂𝒓𝒅,  𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌  𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏  𝒔𝒉𝒆  𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍  𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅  𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒖𝒕.

jane  pulls  back  then,  only  slightly,  and  attempts  to  lighten  the  tense  and  sterile  atmosphere  with  a  joke;  

❝  if  i’d  known  all  it  took  to  get  you  to  come  home  was  a  little  car  crash,  i’d  have  done  it  ages  ago.  ❞  

jane  winces,  𝙗𝙪𝙩  𝙞𝙩’𝙨  𝙣𝙤𝙩  𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢  𝙖𝙣𝙮  𝙥𝙝𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡  𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣  —  𝙣𝙤𝙩  𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢  𝙖𝙣𝙮  𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙨  𝙞𝙣  𝙝𝙚𝙧  𝙄.𝙑.  𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙  𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥  𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚.  the  awkwardness  is  a  bitter  reminder  why  she  became  a  therapist  and  not  a  comedian.  ❝  shit,  em  i’m  sorry,  i  didn’t  mean  it  like  that—  ❞

[jessicas-pi]

Behold, another fic snippet!! (It's a sequel to this one.)

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Sabine stumbles as she rematerializes in a burst of light—it gets easier every time she does it, but she’s still terribly out of practice—slamming one hand against the wall to catch herself.

She looks around. She’d been aiming for somewhere inside the Ghost, anywhere inside the Ghost, anywhere that wasn’t right there.

She’s landed in Ezra’s room.

Of course she has.

Ezra.

Ezra, Ezra, Ezra.

That’s all anything is these days.

The one trying to get her out of her room and into daylight. The one looking worried whenever she’s spent longer than usual conferring with the holocron. The one telling her not to listen to the voices in her head. The one going out of his way to make sure she eats at least one meal a day.

The one, when it came down to it, keeping her from self-destructing.

“Did I hurt you?” his voice echoes, and she feels his phantom fingers trace over her cheek. She can feel the sticky blood from the little cut, now that she thinks about it.

He cared.

He cared if he hurt her, even if the whole point of their fight had been for them to beat each other up until she’d burned off her steam.

And Sabine?

Sabine wants to be cared about.

It’s weakness, she knows it’s weakness, but she is so—so—tired. She is tired of being strong. She is tired of digging deeper and deeper into the Darkness and she is tired of falling back into her old arts.

Did I hurt you, he had asked, sounding truly afraid that he had.

And she’d grabbed him by the arm, and impulsively brushed her lips against his wrist.

You’re dangerous, Ezra.

Sabine sighs and runs her fingers along one of her paintings on the wall as the decrepit crones haunting her speak up again, clamoring over the block she’s tried to put on them.

You’re attracted to him, aren’t you?!

You’ve never even seen his face!

He’s so young. So immature.

His idea of dealing with trauma is a fistfight!

Come home to us, sweet one, and we’ll give you a prettier boy.

One who cares enough to show you his face, hm?

Sabine blocks them out as best as she could.

It doesn’t matter if she sees his face or not. Blind people fall in love without ever seeing the other person’s face, right?

And she isn’t even in love.

She just… thinks he looked… good. In that one particular moment. That’s all.

Except that isn’t all, because it’s also the way he laughs sometimes, not a smug chuckle or a wry snort but a soft laugh that was gentle and good. It’s the way he goes out after her when her Force-hazes get the better of her and she wanders off into the Atollon desert to commune with the murder spiders, and she would come back to herself and find him guiding her by the hand or sometimes even carrying her back to their base.

It’s the way he’s gentle with her—and the way he’s downright murderous with anyone who threatens her.

I can take care of myself, she had told him once.

Not if I take care of you first, he’d said, and it sounded like a joke, but he had meant it.

Everything feels so big. It’s too much, and if she doesn’t get it out of her, she knows she will just make things worse.

Sabine needs to vent.

She needs a friend.

But other than Ezra, she has none, and she can’t tell this to any of the rest of the crew. It would mean telling—or at least hinting at—just how far she’s been dipping into the darkness.

So what can she do?

Maybe I have no friends to talk to, she realizes, inhaling quickly, but I don’t need a friend, do I? Just someone who will listen.

She casts out with her presence and finds no one in the hall, so she slips across into her new room. Ever since Malachor, she’s stopped sharing a room with Hera, and instead moved her things into Ahsoka’s room.

The holocron is right where she left it, and she sends it spinning open with a flick of her hand and a twist of Darkness.

Hello, child.

“How do I find someone?”

To the point, as always.

She ignores the commentary. “I need to track down a specific person. I don’t know where they are, but they’re a powerful Force-user who is strong with the Dark side. Can you help me find them?”

And who is this Dark acolyte? A friend?

“An acquaintance. An… enemy, but… not an enemy. I have to talk to them.”

Who is it, Sabine?

Sabine takes a breath.

She sighs.

“I need to find the Emperor’s Hand.”

[hells-greatest-chaos]

Moxxie and Millie, why didn’t you leave Bailey with her grandparents? At least she’d be safe while you’re on the run

Aves here, thank you for the first ask, I nearly cried with joy, thank you! Now on with it

Moxxie: Erm… Crimson isn’t a good guy and-

Millie: *Rocking Bailey to sleep with a lullaby* Mah family was taken in fer questioning and only Sally May and Jaze *The first brother we saw working at the farm* came out. *Starts crying*

Moxxie: *Puts a very sleepy baby in the crib at Sally May’s* Shush, honey, they’re probably alive, you really love Sally and Jaze, so you’re most likely to keep them out of the loop. *Hugs and kisses her* We’ve had a really long day, let’s get you to bed.

Millie gets picked up and brought to the pair’s bed.

[jadenightthewriter]

Okay there r the refs <3 they r obviously a work in progress but there's smth there. 2nd one is from when they're just talking through the mirror I don't think I'll ever finish it. 3rd is esmerelda she liked playing w the amulet when she was little so they got her a mini version in silver. She takes after marcia a lot

ooooooh

the height difference is so cute <333 i love their outfits they look like little elves almost.

i love the way the second image is laid out,,, it has such a cool feel to it like the viewpoint and pose and spacing

i love her so much. also her jewelry is so pretty i'm a bird sorry i like shiny things.

[septimus-heap]

Thinking abt m&ms au again.........

[bucketofbugz]

what would the m&m turtles think of m&ms

jennika better get her freedom

This is, weirdly, a question I've thought of myself so I actually have an answer prepared for this.

Mikey and Rose love M&Ms. Give them a pack of them and they will be gone in 5 seconds. Mikey particularly likes peanut ones (which Rose cannot have for obvious reasons), and Rose prefers the regular ones.

Leo is fine with M&Ms, but he can't eat that many all at once. A mix of just not being able to handle sweet things all that well and the fact that the idiot is lactose intolerant.

Dawn is not a big fan of 'em, and I feel like Jennika is so unused to eating anything sweet that she just wouldn't like them all that much either. Maybe Jennika would eventually end up liking them if she was given the chance to get used to candy and sweets in general, but Dawn stays a hater. smh.

As for the second part of the ask.

:]

Ya gotta wait to see about that