#monster vale au

[amelia-yap]

vomits another AU

[moonshynecybin]

I love your same age au in every way but especially how it explores how Marc and vale reach different aspects of adulthood faster and how that colours their relationship. Like Marc close knit sheltered family vs child of divorce Valentino sparking gossip for days in small town Cervera by calling Marc’s mum by her first name instead of mrs marquez!! BUT at the same time serious and mature Marc being the breadwinner of the family at like age 15 vs vale free to piss off police and hit da club

All this to sayyy Marc puberty latebloomer?? I feel like it somehow still preserves the whole ingenue-dirtbag thing canon rosquez have going on. Like wyd when your established biggest rival/fellow prodigy/lowkey racing soulmate has wlf on his leathers and is doing an  impression of these girls begging him to sign their tits and you laugh because it’s vale and he’s wild but there’s a squirmy jealous longing twist in your gut because the tabloids love vale and let his lanky golden frame get away w anything but u could never risk that. And you’re STILL not taller despite drinking the juice your mama prepares you every morning but your voice has suddenly dropped an octave and your jawline is sharper and your aunts are calling you handsome now, not cute. And sitting in his motorhome (which is just his, no extra beds for his father and brother) you can’t stop staring at his adams apple as he talks and wondering how his newly grown in stubble would feel against your still smooth cheek. Yknow????

screammmm i LOVE this ask so smart… yeah it’s vale keeping tabs on marc for yearsss visiting his house as gunshy codependent frenemies and feeling weird about it but also not consciously regarding him as a sexual prospect bc marc was like. pimply and had a bad haircut and looked like he was twelve for a hot fucking minute and they’re both teen boys in the 90s so it’s simply not an emotion he will allow himself to feel. no way. BUTTT then suddenly marc is 18 and still has a baby face, but it’s a baby face with cheekbones ! and girls are paying attention to him. and he’s paying attention to girls. and then marc sends it too hot up the inside of him one weekend and smiles all huge at him on the podium and vale starts sweating in his little robin hood teen pop idol outfit or what the fuck ever… like look at their teen years marc gets his face all at once and vale retains teen androgyny for a few years in ways marc simply cannot access (they are. 15, 16, 17, 18 here)

and then the weird moments that they hang out like cats in each other’s motorhome in between sessions trying to figure each other out (vale) and trying to get the other to visit their house (marc) and talking about racing (both) take a distinctly illicit vibe turn. not doing anything maybe but. thinking about it.

PLUS you also have such a good point about marc as this comparatively more shy and serious and small kinda kid bc of his late blooomer status in relation to vale as well… vale spinning like a mirrorball doing fun little pranks and getting all this attention while marc is a little less of a natural at that sort of thing (he GETS THERE but i think in lots of ways vale is a roadmap lol and baby vale wouldn’t be into the joint thing in this regard so. he has to figure it out a little bit by himself)… idk like it’s interesting to think about marc as an athlete existing in the time of those crazy tobacco money ragers and all that jazz because i think they’re both like to party (obviously…) but the vibes of those parties are perhaps a leedle different a to me (babynflames brought up marc HATING ibiza recently while vale was like. probably sucking off sete gibernau in a club bathroom in ibiza semi regularly for a couple of years there in the early aughts. there’s also i think some generational stuff here, not just their raw personallities etc) but of course the FUN route on this highway is to think of vale as a somewhat horrendous influence wrt to marc who is. maybe wrestling with what it means to have valentino as his biggest competitor and also to want to be the person he’s sucking off in club bathrooms in ibiza. and they’re like 19/20 at this point and trying to kill each other every other weekend and no one has the emotional articulation skills or bravery to break the sexual tension equilibrium so i could conceive of a scenario where marc gets invited on a group clubbing vacay of vale’s and then has to see him making out with a different (dark hair, dark eyed, spanish) girl across the club for multiple days (while hyperaware of where marc is at all times) and that’s part of why marc hates ibiza… but then eventually the girl notices and re-enacts the movie challengers with them because it’s WOMEN’S HISTORY MONTH and it’s not gay if it’s in a threeway

[jam-packed]

oughhh i have. something.....in the works. but i cant draw it till my new ipad comes in next week sigh :(

[fr3nzicorn]

Loodvigg’s Day at Disneyland: prologue

The Starhenge rose up in the sky, mechanical island built by the Colossals, gigantic creatures as old as the Monster World. On this very island, monsters lived, older than the Monster World and the Colossals. And probably time itself, too… who knows? They were called Celestials, the first beings to ever exist, and considered Gods by every monster living on the islands below.  Hence their name, the Celestials came from the sky… or more exactly, space. The Primordial Cosmic Hush was a time where absolutely nothing existed - just silence. A cosmic void. Then there was the Big Bang, sending sounds into the void, creating elements and twelve beings afterwards. The monster gods came to life, each having a constellation and an element assigned to them. But this was a long time ago, decades now separating the creation of the Celestials from the present.

One of them approached the circle that the monsters had formed and sat down with them. Her name was Galvana, she represented the element of Electricity. She turned her head to her right, where a metallic organ was resting. Her name was Vhamp, she represented the Mech element. Next to Vhamp sat a blue creature named Plixie, the Plasma elementalist.  "Hey Scaratar!" he beckoned a brown bug-looking monster, the Poison element.  "How is your hair shining like that? It’s lovely!" "Thank you! I put some hair shine spray over it," she responded. The Plant elementalist Blasoom, a green bird-shaped monster, approached Scaratar to take a closer look at her hair. "Alright," Galvana started. "As you know, we all gather here every first day of a new month. We are in February, which means Furnoss’ constellation is now shining above us!"  Galvana turned to what seemed to be an oven with a dragon-like head and limbs. He looked at her, nodding. Up in the sky, Furnoss’ constellation was shining brightly, replacing the constellation of Hornacle, the Water element. This one playfully gave a nudge to the Fire elementalist, who returned it back. "Before we start, is everyone here?" Galvana asked.  She looked at her friends, counting them mentally. Furnoss, Hornacle, Scaratar, Blasoom, Plixie and Vhamp were here, followed by Torrt, Glaishur, Attmoz and Syncopite, the Earth, Cold, Air and Crystal elementalists, respectively. And… "WHO THE FUCK TOOK MY HAIR SHINE SPRAY?!" a voice shouted from afar. …Loodvigg.

The Shadow elementalist, an elegant spidery monster with a bold hairstyle, approached the circle formed by the eleven Celestials reunited. An angry expression distorted their skull-like face. "Oopsies." Scaratar whispered. Attmoz sighed and rolled his eye. "Here we go again", he mumbled. "So?!" Loodvigg asked again, their eyes jumping from monster to monster. "Yeah… About that." Scaratar answered - Loodvigg’s angered look went straight to her. "It was me. I’m sorry, I probably should’ve asked you first."  "UGH!" Loodvigg elegantly pushed their hair back with an offended rictus, then bended over Scaratar.  "Damn right you should have. I’m turning your hair into my new personal bathroom carpet next time." Scaratar, surprised by the aggressiveness in Loodvigg’s tone, stepped back, seemingly upset and a little flabbergasted. Galvana quickly intervened, noticing the green bug monster’s discomfort. "Loodvigg, that’s enough. No need to overreact." "But I ain’t! This insect knows I’m not letting ANYONE borrowing MY stuff-"  "ENOUGH!" Loodvigg sighed with annoyance. "Also, you’re late for our monthly meeting again. For the third time in a row. Why didn’t you come sooner?!" Galvana continued. "I forgot!" "We’ve been doing the new month and constellation celebration for decades! Literally! How in all the stars did you forget?!!" Loodvigg skittered from the electric monster to sit on the other side of the circle, between Furnoss and Hornacle. "Listen, I was busy doing much more entertaining activities than something we’ve been doing repeatedly for all these years. Can we start now? I want to get this stupid celebration over as soon as possible."

Although irritated, Galvana kept her thoughts for herself and continued speaking, almost as if nothing happened.

Even if the atmosphere remained tense between the monsters, the ending of the celebration went rather well, Loodvigg's presence not being as terrible as in the beginning. The Celestials all stared at the sky, Furnoss’ constellation still shining brightly. It was only after the meeting that Attmoz spoke to his cousin, Scaratar. Loodvigg was back to the old Observatory, a tall stone construction housing a gigantic telescope, and each Celestial’s designated room. "Hey. You alright?" Attmoz said, visible concern painted on the cyclop’s face. "Yeah! Yeah, I am," she responded. "They just scared me for a second," Scaratar whispered, motioning her head to the Observatory. "Sometimes I even wonder if any thought of basic kindness and empathy still circulate through that brain of theirs", Attmoz chuckled a bit. "I wonder what kept Loodvigg so "busy" to be that late to the monthly celebration… Bet they were trying a new haircut again." "That still doesn’t give them the right to change my hair into a bathroom carpet…" she pointed out, grumpy. "Nope, definitely not!" "They probably wouldn't have done that anyway, but I'm keeping an eye on them," Galvana said, now approaching the two monsters. "We never know with Loodvigg... their behavior is getting stranger with the passing days-" "And meaner," Scaratar added. "Like, way meaner. And for no reason at all, either." "I remember how kind they used to be," Attmoz said, yawning. "But that was such a long time ago... Still wondering what made them the way they are now. Not like we aren't used to their catastrophic behavior anyway... but it's still very annoying," the pink cyclop sighed. "And even worse when unjustitied... Which is... well! Most of the time." "Mmmhm." Galvana nodded, lost in thought. Attmoz yawned again, briefly swinging his head. "Ugh. Sleepy…" "Already?!" surprisingly asked the electric elementalist. "Is it that late?" "Oh, no, no," Scaratar reassured her. "That's just what Mozmoz gets when he stays awake late at night trying to find out if putting paint in water could make his clouds turn purple." "Shut up..." Attmoz grumbled, nudging at his cousin. "At least it worked."

The three said their goodnights, Galvana promising once again to keep an eye on Loodvigg. But for now, a good night rest was welcome for everyone.

A Theme For A Molting Russian Gentleman

[theultimatesagavan]

Just finished writing this bad boy before finals week.

[jaehaeryshater]

Gilly, Ygritte, and Monster in Winterfell

art by @shebsart, commissioned by me

Shebsart came through once again guys!!! I’m so excited ^_^

For about a year and a half, since I got into ASOIAF, I have admired Shebsart’s work. Their Theon in particular is the closest I’ve ever found to my vision of him, I adore his hooked nose (Asha’s too!). They also have such an amazing Barbrey design and the Starks, including Jon, are amazing. I have paid for some Ygritte commissions before with other artists, and I have liked all three of them, but when it comes to the closest look of what I think of when I imagine her book counterpart is some of Shebsart’s old pieces of her (and Jon). I was looking for someone to draw Gilly and Ygritte and there was nobody whose opinion that I held in higher regard than Shebsart, as they were my favorite ASOIAF artist, so I asked them if they had any recommendations of who had their commissions open. They told me they actually considering opening their commissions and I have been working with them ever since, even though as far as I know they have not formally opened commissions. Shebsart has been really great to work with and patient, even though there’s been some trouble with payment barriers since we live in very different parts of the world. They’ve been professional and worked hard.

I have long imagined the possibility of Gilly and Ygritte as friends; I thought it was high time I got it depicted in some way. I think it would really benefit Gilly if she had some female influences that weren’t family members. Of course, she does receive this to some extent, but I think it would be very interesting for her to find companionship with a girl around her age that shared the general Freefolk culture, although of course her upbringing was wildly different than Ygritte’s. We know that Ygritte has some sort of soft spot for young children, or at least some sort of moral code that keeps her from killing them. This is one trait shown in both the books and the show. In the show, while I don’t consider anything that happened to it as canon, she specifically spared Gilly and Monster knowing that the others around her would not. I don’t think it would be much of a stretch that Ygritte would grow attached to Monster and have a soft spot there, even though we know she hates incest and would therefore consider his conception an abomination. Everyone in ASOIAF is misogynistic to some extent and some of the things Ygritte says about women are toxic, but I would like to think she wouldn’t victim blame Gilly or call her a whore as Stannis did. I definitely see Ygritte as a strong woman who would want to protect and stand up for someone like Gilly. And Gilly has great compassion and is all around a good person, so I think a friendship would be good for the both of them.

In the depiction above, Ygritte is Queen in the North, consort to Jon. This fits in the same AU as my previous Jon and Ygritte commission by shripscapi. I’ve said this many times, I respect people who hate Jon x Ygritte and they have very valid reasons, but knowing Jon’s character, as long as Ygritte lives, which she would have in this AU as the Battle of Castle Black does not happen, there’s no other choice in Jon’s mind for consort for him as King Beyond the Wall. For the timeline of this art, Jon was first crowned King Beyond the Wall and he went South with his people to get away from and prepare to battle the Others, seeking help from other rulers. His men battle the Boltons and because neither Rickon or Bran have been found yet, he is declared King in the North as well for the time being. His residence is temporarily taken up in Winterfell and the Freefolk settle nearby in close quarters. Jon goes towards the Vale as he’s heard word about Sansa, but Ygritte stays behind with some of the Freefolk. This is when Gilly is her lady-in-waiting. I wanted to show that Ygritte’s clothes are nicer than Gilly’s, but I still wanted both outfits to be respectable. I wanted the fashion to be reasonable for a Northern climate, so that meant furs. Besides, they are both Freefolk and furs mean a lot to them culturally. I sent references for clothing and Shebsart went from there. Some people say Ygritte would never wear a dress but I disagree if it was comfortable enough and she was able to boss people around and be smug, I think she’d wear it as long as it was advantageous for her. And besides, I imagine that Jon designed the dress herself and that’s flattering enough for her to like it. What I did like to show is that Gilly is taking more towards traditional “ladylike” activities like embroidery, while Ygritte isn’t interested. She’d rather sit around and talk and laugh.

Oh, and isn’t baby Monster precious????

Edit: I’ve seen someone say they think Ygritte would hate her life if this is what it was like, and I’m not mad at it or anything, but I don’t agree!!! To clarify more about this AU, Jon becomes King Beyond the Wall because the Freefolk believe that only someone with Stark blood would be able to negotiate with the Others, so they’d be doomed without him. So therefore it’s not just about her feelings for Jon, she’s married to the person she believes will be able to save her people. The influence she has on him is also major and a source of pride for her. In the art above, she is living in Winterfell and yes she’s wearing a dress, but that isn’t her life forever. The reason she stays and doesn’t go with Jon to the Vale is not because she’s a woman and he refuses to let her fight, but because in the main timeline she has a child already (this art has a bit of a fudged timeline, if I were to write a fic on this idea she’d already have had a child before they breached the Wall) and if Jon were to die, the child still has Stark blood and would still be the only hope against the Others. If she had been South and had died with Jon (Jon doesn’t die at this point, but the prospect is why she stays behind), the child would have a regent with their own motivations and wouldn’t have its interests at heart like Ygritte would. This is an important role that I do think at the end of the day, despite Ygritte not being the smartest person, she would take pride and be protective over. It’s not simply that motherhood has changed her and is a role that took over her previous personality, because that’s not true. It’s that there are greater things at play and she’s a key part of protecting the source of the realm’s salvation, so to say. She doesn’t live at Winterfell forever and when at Winterfell, she does boss around some Lords but doesn’t do any chores that she would find tedious. The most she does is sew together a wolf plushie for her child, which was incredibly poorly done. When Bran and Rickon are eventually found and thus Jon doesn’t have the title of Winterfell, they settle in lands previously ruled by the Umbers and she doesn’t wear a dress anymore, I have another commission by shripscapi that shows her usual attire but it is furs, she does hunt, she teaches her children to hunt and falconry. Her traditions are not stomped out in favor of Southron traditions. Her home is not a castle, but a small home slightly more impressive than the huts of the rest of her people, inspired by architecture during the Norman invasion. All in all, she’s really happy. The most important thing to her is that her people are safe, the Others are going to be defeated, and they’ve gotten past the Wall, a goal of her people for a long time. I guess I’ve just had a different view of Ygritte and the Freefolk than majority opinion. I think the Freefolk are more adaptable than people in the South generally are, and it’s impressive how they rallied together despite their differences when faced with the Others. I don’t think the Seven Kingdoms would be able to do that. So I feel as if she, as well as most of her people, would be very happy and feel a sense of accomplishment for being able to live on and live among people that, before the threat of the Others, would never be able to tolerate them and vice versa.

[freeusemuses]

Open starter: Fall(en) snow

Grimm, Faunus (preferred), monsters only (dark-ish)

(AU where Beacon's fall was orchestrated by the White Fang)

The capture of Weiss Schnee had been the biggest coup of the Fang's entire operation. Yet oddly enough, the heiress had seemed almost happy about what the White Fang had in store for her.

The newly repurposed breeder was now walking along the mostly Faunus populated streets of Vale. Although occasionally she could spot a Grimm or two lurking in a nearby alley. She was just waiting for someone or something to grab her, and begin having their way with her. It was after all, her new purpose in life.

[hotmessmaxpress]

Horror Au, Interlude: What happened at the ranch?

I was 99% certain that I got an ask about this, but I can't find it. This is a little interlude about what happened when Vale had an anomaly mimicking Marc appear at the ranch. Vale mentions it to Marc in part 1 of the horror au, and this is what he was referencing.

They’ve finished on track, showered, and headed upstairs to eat when the alert hits all of their phones at once. It’s one of the alerts that comes through regardless of do-not-disturb or silent settings, and Vale knows immediately it’s some sort of Anomaly event.

He checks his phone and scans the message. 

Void creature in your area. Take shelter. Lock doors and windows. Arm yourself. Take cover and stay quiet. Do not respond to voices you cannot see. Mercy be with you. 

He sighs and joins Uccio and Max as they hustle downstairs to secure the building. Garage covers come down and rolling shutters are pulled across windows. Vale is reminded, not for the first time, that he should upgrade the security of the Ranch. He pictures automatic safety devices and makes a mental note to workshop that plan with Max later. 

Once the building is secure, he heads upstairs. The boys have gotten the notification and they’ve silently chosen to congregate on the couches in the corner of the room, nervously watching their phones for updates. He settles on the floor in front of the couch, shoulder pressed to Pecco’s leg. The younger rider gives him a gentle, good-natured kick, and Vale turns to smile at him. Pecco returns the smile but he looks nervous, lips pulled taught against his teeth and brow furrowed. Vale pats him on the leg, as much of a reassurance as he can give while they are meant to be silent. 

Silence could mean a lot of things, but most commonly it means one of the void creatures; one of the mimics. 

The ranch is remote enough that it usually feels safe, but Vale has a sense of uneasiness. He isn’t sure how wide the radius is for the detection and alert system, and he wonders how close the monster is to their little sanctuary. 

They’ve been sitting in silence for what feels like hours when they hear it. 

“Vale!”

It’s as if the air has been sucked out of the room. Almost at once, all heads swivel to look at him as the voice calls out again.

“Valentino!”

There’s only one voice that says his name like that; Marc. 

It’s been a long time since he heard Marc say it, and his throat feels like it might close up.

He knows it’s not Marc outside. There’s no reason that the younger man would be in Tavullia; he’s definitely not welcome in the town and there’s no way he’d even make it out to the ranch. There’s no way it could be Marc. 

Still. Vale can’t help but think of what it would be like if Marc were out there. There’s basically no way to survive a void creature. Marc would be doomed, and Vale would have to hear it. 

As if it’s reading his mind, there’s a wail outside. It’s so brutal and loud that Vale squeezes his eyes shut. Pecco’s leg twitches beside him. Another wail follows, and Vale is on his feet before he can really think about it. He paces away from the group, running a hand through his hair. 

His hair, thinning now from age and years of being tugged at by helmets. It’s hard not to think about his age at times like these, when he feels so tired and weathered. He wonders if Marc is starting to feel his age. It’s been so many years since he spoke to him, and the few times he’s been able to bear looking at his face he knows Marc has gotten older. His cheekbones are more defined, and his mouth is framed in laugh lines. His laugh– one of Vale’s favorite things. 

The voice, Marc’s voice, screams outside.

“Please, Vale, let me in. I’m so sorry; I’ll apologize! Just let me in.”

The void creature knows just what buttons to press to mimic Marc in the most painful way. Vale presses his palms to his eyes. 

He knows it’s not Marc. He knows it’s not the younger man, the man who Vale raced against and shared podiums with. There’s no human on the other side of that door.

Suddenly an arm yanks him backward, and a hand covers his mouth to muffle his surprised noise. His eyes snap open and he sees that he’s somehow made it downstairs. He’s within arms reach of the door and its metal security panel. 

Uccio’s hands are a vice grip around him, holding him back. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” he hisses in his ear. 

Vale’s mouth opens as if to respond, but he has nothing to say. He has no explanation for his intense lapse in judgment, or even how he made it down the stairs in the first place. 

“Vale, please,” the thing outside begs. 

Uccio doesn’t let go of him, just guides him back up the stairs. The boys on the couches look terrified now, and Vale doesn’t have the words to apologize. This time Uccio deposits him on the couch next to him, keeping a solid arm around his shoulders. Vale puts his head in his hands but doesn’t close his eyes, suddenly afraid of what will happen. 

He misses Marc. He wanted to let that thing in because it sounded like Marc. Vale is overcome with the thought that he has to talk to the younger man; he has to reconcile, or apologize, or something. He just can’t possibly go the rest of his life feeling like this thing between them is so unsettled. He needs closure.

He thinks about what that looks like, turning scenarios over in his head until the arm is lifted from around his shoulder and their phones chime with the alert system telling them that the creature is gone. 

This time Vale stays put as Max and Uccio take over raising the shades and opening the house again. He doesn’t react as Pecco and Bez playfully argue and throw shutters open, giddy and relieved to be safe. Celestino is immediately loud and talkative, making up for the time spent forced into silence. 

Vale should be joining them, celebrating their safety. He can’t get up, though, because of the lead weight of regret that has taken home in his stomach. He has to talk to Marc. 

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Pride 2023 Prompts

AKATSUKI NO YONA Excluded, Part 2

AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER Ace!Zuko/Mai Modern ATLA AU

AVENGERS Three Faced Goddess

CHARMED The Once and Future King, Chris, Part 4

FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST Colonel Elric, Part 7 Ed and Ling are Betrothed, Part 10 Colonel Elric, Part 8

GODS AND MONSTERS Hestia and Hera Aphrodite on Hera

GOOD OMENS Supreme Archangel Raphael

HADES GAME Living Blood, Part 12 Living Blood, Part 13 Living Blood, Part 14

HARRY POTTER Time Travel Drarry, Part 6 Harry and the Twins, Part 26 Draco the Muggle Expert, Part 44 Triwizard Champion Draco, Part 12 Time Travel Drarry, Part 7 Triwizard Champion Draco, Part 13 SIAT Fruity Wolfstar Draco and the Twins, Part 34 SIAT Pansy SIAT Sophia SIAT Severus and Florean SIAT Tonks's Parents

MERLIN Ygraine, Part 5 Ygraine, Part 6

NARUTO The Yamanaka Twins - The Fourth

NIRVANA IN FIRE Girl Yan Yujin

PERCY JACKSON Momma Hera, Part 41

STAR TREK Jim Sybok Buddy Fic, Part 5 Jim Sybok Buddy Fic, Part 6

STAR WARS Ben and Poe, Part 3

TED LASSO Which Crisis

UNTAMED Lady Mo, Part 40 Lady Mo, Part 41 Marriage Assassin WQ, Part 9 First Disciple WWX, Part 14 Lady Mo, Part 42 First Disciple WWX, Part 15 Jiang Cheng Time Travel, Part 3 Lady Mo, Part 43 Lady Mo, Part 44 Girl Wei Wuxian, Part 12 Lady Mo, Part 45 Lady Mo, Part 46 First Disciple WWX, Part 16 Identity Porn AU, Part 4 Lady Mo, Part 47

WELCOME TO NIGHT VALE Carlos

YURI ON ICE Coach Yuuri, Part 6

[dimneo1010]

Comics Master post

(This post will update as I make more comics!!!)

The Marine and The Monster

Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

part 4

Snowmedia AU

Overprotective Vox

Television baby (Semi-canon)

Vale shenanigans (Semi-canon)

Hungry Vox

How Ala and Voxy met (YURI)

How Valentino died

Kidnapped

Overlord AU

Business meeting

[fr3nzicorn]

LDaD Loodvigg sketches

Sincere apologies to all the Loodvigg lovers for making spiderman such an unlikable character at the very start of the prologue. I have a lot planned for them tho, so just wait n see >:3

Small sketches I just finished + expressions sheet I did a while back. (I have no idea if I posted that on Tumblr already) Color palettes inspired by the album Avalon Vales, my beloved

Also yes, they’re singing The Glass Ceiling Cabaret on the first picture

[tartquez]

hiiiiii ⭐️ directors cut for your favorite part in time travel au please!! :3

Cheating a little but I have a soft spot for part 10 and part 11 of time travel au because younger uncertain Vale meeting an older future Marc has the potential for maximum pain and maximum tenderness

⭐️ Part 10

Young Vale before he’s sure of himself meeting an older Marc who is the one who is in the position of power and knowledge, is the one who has to withhold information ….. that delights me. Endlessly fascinated by Vale who is still figuring himself out….. one who finds older Marc attractive but assumes he is straight married to a woman and feels something— jealousy, yearning, something he can’t name. Then he wakes up and stares at Uccio’s pink sleep-slack mouth and BRUSHES IT ASIDE.

Idk I think we often, for obvious reasons, cast Vale as this complicated but ultimately glossy finished product, it’s really interesting and endearing to imagine him when he’s a much younger and more of a work in progress

⭐️Part 11

Love the circularity of time travel and how it plays into rosquez’s most obsessive qualities, they keep feeding the monster and time travel itself precludes either of them from a clean break. Terrible.

Because even at rock bottom, fresh out of surgery, it never occurs to Marc to tell Vale to go away. This guileless pimple-faced Vale who is a walking knife in the wound. Instead Marc is patient and vulnerable and kind and offers a modicum of honesty, doesn’t hold the past/future against this Vale. That’s a special kind of tenderness and obstinance and this younger Vale can’t have missed that, can probably tell that he’s missed a few chapters of the story here. Ofc he’s viciously intrigued and he asks Marc if he knows Vale and instead of saying he loves Vale, that he still loves Vale even after everything, Marc tells Vale his name.

It’s all so beautiful and tragic and tender and selfless to me.

[star-s-631]

Just wanted to tell you how much I love your fem! Marc and Casey art. It's so beautiful. Marc looks like an elf, she would stab you in the back while smiling at your face. And long haired Casey 💕💕

Also I wanted to ask you about you deer Marc AU. Is there any lore behind it or do you just go with the flow? Either way I really like it.

Hi anon!! Thanks so much!!

And there’s no lore behind my deer monster Marc for now! It’s mostly based on cannon:)) I haven’t draw vale or any other riders as half animals but they can hair their ears, tails, horns, etc if they want. I only drew Casey as a kangaroo for obvious reason and Alex a deer already. I’m thinking vale as a wolf, and Luca as a serval. I feel like Nicolo is golden retriever. Dovi as a husky would be nice too.

I hadn’t decided other vr46 boys… Pecco as a rat? Franky as a dog? Bez? If you have any idea please tell me! I wanna know people’s opinion:))

[freeusemuses]

Open starter: Fall(en) maiden

Grimm, Faunus (preferred), Monsters only.

(AU where the fall of Beacon was orchestrated by the White Fang)

This was utterly humiliating for Cinder. She was Salem's right hand woman damnit! Not some plaything for the denizens of New Vale to use in order to satiate their craziest carnal desires!

It sickened her to her core. But unfortunately, until Salem saved her, Cinder had no choice. She had to let all sorts of Faunus and even Grimm enjoy her body.

So there Cinder was. Waking down the streets of New Vale. Bracing herself for the debauchery that awaited her.

[ray935sworld]

i just re-read ami, amiche, amore and then i saw the line "He wasn’t a monster, he wouldn’t tell a child off." and i sat there like this 👁️👄👁️

and then i remember the child of divorce au and then i sat there like this

Oh fuck I forgot about that line - and the connection the child of divorce au is actually evil - Vale when I catch you - especially on the really heated part of the AU OOOOH SHIT.

I just wanted to argue that in the Ami, amiche, amore story, it actually was one of his boys. Or more like he acknowledged Bez as one of his boys. In the child of divorce he doesn't (but David is of course) so that's why. But then I realized that it's "he would tell A child off" not "HIS child" so that basically means that his hate/ dislike for David is so deep that he overthrows his principles and is willing to actually hurt a child and therefore act like a monster. He hates him so much that he isn't above acting like a monster by hurting a child, David, his biological child while he treats kids that are literally not his (which he knows - the academy) with an incredible amount of love and care.

Me when I analyse my own writing:

[moonshynecybin]

rosquez the americans au. god. they would do that wouldn’t they.

the americans rules bc it explores. what if you were married and dating and divorced and in a situationship all at once. WITH two kids :) that you could potentially have to leave behind at any moment :) and you got to do all this while doing espionage things like wearing wigs and killing people :D

so like i DONT think they’re one to one with the main characters in the americans (keri russell call meeee) BUT ! i think they do canonically ride that line of. devotion (even hostile) that they are pretending is casual even though they are tied to each other now FOREVERRR.. and to bring in that specific americans flavor of conflict they are pretending to do the american nuclear family and maybe are not so good at. apex predators forced to live in the suburbs of washington DC. like marc and vale fresh out of spy school highly trained meritorious ass weirdos getting shipped off to a new country and having to assimilate as a married couple despite never having met each other before… and also doing all these crazy missions at the same time… two kids big house the “perfect” family

like idk these guys are beyond obsessed with their jobs they are notttt normal (marc doesn’t ride road motorcycles normally because he GETS BORED. every traffic cop in tavullia new vale BY NAME.) so it’s low key intolerable until they’re doing insane sexy espionage roleplay scenarios with wigs and guns and justtttt escaping from the cops and just. CRAZY shit. and then they want to fuck like MONSTER TRUCKS. sweaty fucking in cars blacking each other by their aliases relishing in the way they can feel the other’s pulse jumping against their TONGUE… doing what they were MADE TO DOOOOO

but. then they get home and have to attend a fucking. barbecue HOA meeting. do all this stiff pretending, and neither of them can admit they hate being normal bc they have issues (marc lives to be normal vale is allergic to not performing) and it all chafes SPECTACULARLY…