#monster vale au

[jam-packed]

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

[cartoon-angerr]

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.

[mambodork]

HI VALE!!! I HAVE OFFERINGS INSPIRED BY THE SMALL SNIPPET ON TWITTERRR!!!

I loveeee loveeeeeeeeee this au so much they are precious to me. Are they any established heroes in this au yet?

HAZELLL *GRABS AND SHAKES YOU*

THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER ... the casual spell-checing as if he's done this a thousand times already (real & canon btw) .... and Hatter just humming the entire time YEAS... YEAS !!!!!!! Ur really motivating me to get this monster of a fic done GUHHH <33

Below is a bit of quick bio for the heroes, including their powers from my master doc :3

They will all appear on the fanfic, including Joel and Lizzie who is not on the doc yet because I still haven't figured out what I want their powers to be teehee (although they also appear a significant amount at the fic !!).

All the hermitcraft people have their powers based on their TCG cards, much like the Boatem crew. Unfortunately, I had to think of completely original ideas for people like Jimmy, Lizzie, Joel, and Skizz (who at that time was not in HC yet to have a TCG card).

[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.

[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

[moonshynecybin]

one thing i think about in the fco au is if maybe vale would have warned marc not to race immediately after the first surgery which marc obviously does not take well and it leads to this huge fight where he’s accusing vale of not wanting him to race bc he doesn’t want marc to succeed anymore and break his records (or maybe he doesn’t go that far ? not sure where their relationship is at at that stage.. but something similar!) and vale calls him a danger to himself and others etc and marc rides anyway and well his arm swells etc etc and he’s so regretful so ashamed and is in so much damn pain + things are awkward with vale and it’s just a nightmare

oh oh and (not very related) but did they ever like set a time for when they would stage a breakup? or did they just deicde to take it one day at a time and overtime they were both too scared to mention it and then one day like some reporter asks marc if he’d ever considered retirement and just living out his days at the ranch and that gets marc thinking about like what he and vale would do once he actually retired bc then he wouldn’t have to be the only gay rider on the grid, he wouldn’t even be on the grid, and maybe there wouldn’t be need for all this theatre anymore and in the times he’s not thinking about the championship he’s only ever thinking about this, and is anxious to the point of straight up asking vale like. how will we break up. and the electrical circuits in vale’s brain start smoking and explodeee

jerez fight would go CRAZY like genuinely such a nadir in their relationship where marc after that REALLY regrets not listening to vale. like hes constantly living with it thinking like. if i had just listened to him i wouldnt be in pain everyday and having to rehab my arm and wasting years of the most competitive i will be in my short career. and VALE... lowkey also thinks that but feels more guilty about it. because hes hurt marc a LOT in this universe and hes not even the one in pain so what right does he have to even be resentful (<-incredibly traumatized man by way of motorcycle racing injury/fatality)... and i think that to overcome it they decide to set up an agreement between them where vale has more input in deciding if marc is healthy enough to ride. like he has to call and check in after a crash kinda deal. again like working as a unit. and of course he unionizes with alex in situations like uh. malaysia 2022 probable concussion highside. and then its a bit better

and the original plan for FCO au is a pretty contained story-- one year of fake dating (where they start fucking like MONSTER TRUCKS again about halfwayish through) and then hondayamaha pr gives them the okay to breakup at the end of the year and vale has like eight insane internal meltdowns about it while marc closes himself off like gangbusters cuz he thinks theyre going back to square one. and vale realizes he misses him and that’s enough leverage to get him out of the self destructive pits of horrendous guilt and GOOOOO to his twink

[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

[cartoon-angerr]

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

[bafflement]

Parties and Partings [Deaged Oz AU]

@remnants-of-rwby-events

Day 2: Party... this one went in a rather different direction. Again. It's more bittersweet than celebratory, to warn you

It wasn’t really very much of a celebration, certainly not what anybody else would call a party. Three old men, huddled around a fire with glasses of a very expensive whiskey, toasting those that they’d lost. Nicholas, the children… so many people. They just collectively hoped that, wherever they were, they were having more fun than they were right now. Hoped that the children might be alive, somewhere. Reuben, Liliana, Wren, Winter… maybe they were safe, maybe they were happy? It was a nice thought, even if they could never be sure either way. Maybe they had people that loved them, out there in the world? They loved them, too, though. Their missing children, all the lost chances. Yes, all three of them had others, but nothing would ever really fill the hole that their youngest had left behind. None of their living children had managed to make it, this year. They were all too busy with their own celebrations. Prism, with his mass of children, happy in Vale. Willow, in her mausoleum of a house with a man they all collectively hated… but if Jacques made her happy, made her children happy, it wasn’t something they dared try to fight. Lark and Swan, each with their own lives revolving around their hereditary military company, the Winchester name surely flourishing into the next generation. And James, so focussed on his career that he didn’t have a family, barely had friends. All of them seemed content enough, but… what of the youngest, those they’d lost? Each of the three men raised a glass in silent toast to them. They may not be children anymore, but they’d always be theirs.

Meanwhile, each of the people that had once been the Atlas four were having their own yuletide celebrations. Oh, they weren’t all equal, but each of them was happy enough, even though none of them knew that they had family that were still looking for them. It had been a very long time, after all…

Alum groaned as he went back over the stock numbers. Someone had dropped a digit somewhere, they sat firmly in the red for this year. Oh, don’t get him wrong, he loved what he did, adored the little shop and the life he had out here in Mistral. But he did wonder, sometimes, just what might have been different. He had dreams of a noisy, warm celebration with a family he could never quite make out, in a place that seemed oddly hazy. But then, that was always the way of dreams. They seemed so solid and real while he slept, only to slip away in the light of day. He just wished the numbers would. He had a warm home waiting for him, a few friends that gathered each year to toast the next one. He had plans, dammit! And yet, the numbers still stared at him, almost mockingly. He sighed in defeat and settled in for a long night. Hopefully his friends would understand, this wouldn’t be the first time they’d all had to postpone this.

Em grinned out at her nephew fondly. Their farm might not be the largest, or the most profitable, but it was theirs. It was safe, or as safe as anywhere was out here on the edges of Mistral. Besides, it had been in her adoptive family for generations, and hopefully would be for many more. Her nephew was growing so fast, these days. She only wished his parents could be there to see him. But that was always the risk of life on Remnant. They’d been hunters, just like Em herself had once been, but they’d been no match for whatever monster had come for them that night. She was just glad that he’d survived, he’d been so young back then, so very vulnerable. That he’d survived, even injured, had been almost a miracle. It was just the two of them tonight, but she’d managed to put together a small feast anyway. All of both of their favourites, and even a few things she knew Oscar had read about over the year. He’d been so excited to tell her all about them, too. She smiled to herself as the scent of cooked meat infused the air, her timers going off. It was almost time.

Glynda sighed happily, stretching almost like a cat over her sofa as she relaxed. She’d won the toss this year, so was perfectly able and content in having her own celebration here at home. It was quiet and small, yes, but at least there weren’t any students around to annoy her. Only her, her aging father and their memories. This was the same most years though, often enough she did wonder if Ozpin threw their private competition on purpose. Unlike her, Oz didn’t have a family and he was so self sacrificing at times that she rather wondered if he’d be able to bring himself to intrude on anybody else’s celebrations. Besides, the person he’d most want to celebrate with wasn’t here this year. Qrow was busy with Tai and his nieces, out in Patch. He was happy, she knew that, yet part of her missed him. It was weird, she was nowhere near as close to Qrow as Oz was, yet in many ways, he was also one of her best friends. Maybe she should scroll Oz? He must be having a time of it, stuck at Beacon with those of their students that didn’t have… or didn’t want… to go home to their own celebrations. There were a few every year, but there seemed to be more than most, this time. Hopefully, it wasn’t some sort of a sign.

Oz smiled out at the room happily. He didn’t mind being here with the children, as opposed to out on his own. There would have been so little for him to do at home, anyway. Oh, it was decorated, his friends tended to insist on that. But they all had their own families, their own lives. At least here, looking out for those of his students who didn’t have their own celebrations to go to, he could be useful. He missed having a family, sometimes, but then in many ways it was easier being who and what he was as an orphan. There were less people to be targeted this way, though he was still terrified that Salem might work out just how much his students meant to him and use it against him. They were children, relative innocents for all that they’d all signed up to be hunters. They’d be easy pray to Salem’s goons. He shook his head, banishing the thought and raised his glass in the traditional toast. It wasn’t alcohol, it never was, but it was enough that  his students thought that it might be. Those few that were old enough were certainly indulging in their own, but for all that Oz didn’t drink, he didn’t begrudge them it. Life was so short, for them. So filled with danger and fear, let them have this one night to be happy. He certainly was, or as happy as he could ever truly let himself be. There was more to lose this way, of course, but… he couldn’t bring himself to care.

The old men sat around the fire, still drinking. Hawke Winchester, Simeon Ironwood and Reyne Arc. They’d all lost so much, but for this one night they could celebrate that. Let tomorrow be about the living, tonight? Tonight they mourned their ghosts.

[speedartist-skyliner]

What If: Kamado Family turned Demons?

If you mean outside the Sparking charcoal au I'm not sure how much more I could add to the discussion. I've seen off and on demons Kamado family au. The one I can find right now is @fitzefitcher, which has an AU post of shinazugawa family and a demons kamado family au.

But if you mean inside the Sparking charcoal au... Well, this is going to be a lot.

I believe that each of the Kamado Family as demons will have different blood demon arts and different ways to resist eating humans. It seems that sometimes when demons turn. They reflect something they desire but tragically twist it. Like I think Nezuko when she was turning into a demon her last human thoughts were on the snowy night wishing to save her family. to keep that demon away and maybe wish for warmth when she is in the snow for her and her sibling while they were dying in the snow. These wishes turning into her firepower that can keep her family and other humans safe and warm and keep the demons away. That's why I gave Genya a similar blood demon art. They would have similar thoughts that night.

Kie Kamado (mother) She is one of them I can talk about her blood demon art for a long time. Kie's art would be Sweet Home or Safe House. It would be something similar to the Infinity Castle. a pocket space away from the danger. It would be only as big as the Kamado family's home. And she would have complete control over who gets to stay. She can kick anyone out as a bad guest or who would hurt her or her family. But to open a gate to the place she needs to put her blood around an opening like a box or doorway anything with a lid or door. long as she can fit through she can make an entrance. She can only make 3 entrances to her home. If she makes a new one the least used entrance disappears. (this comes from her wish that she could have kept her family safe in their home and kicked out the awful demon. )

The way she resists eating humans. is through eating plants. and other stuff. Demons can't eat human food but how demons can use medicine that is derived from plants. I think as long as the components are not treated with human ways of cooking. I think demons could eat meat (maybe raw), plants, and fruit. Some flowers might help dull the demon's urges. wisteria kills demons what if other flowers can affect them differently? After all, Kie knows where the blue spider lily grows. Kie helps her kids mostly with her "cooking" in this manner.

I'll try to speed through the others. Takeo Kamado his blood demon art -idk a name for this one- affects how fast or slow something goes when his blood is on an object. ( This comes from him not being able to join his older brother when his mother believes he would slow him down. And also not fast enough to keep his little sibling safe." why couldn't he be faster or the monster be slower!?") The way he resists eating humans. Boiling tea and bark or tree roots something about eating wood keeps his mind at ease.

Hanukkah Kamado her blood demon art Misty Vale. It is like a blanket of mist cover for her and the people she wishes to hide from people/demons who wish to hurt them. (This comes from her trying to hide her and Shigeru from the sight of the demon under a blanket. It didn't work…) The way she resists eating humans. Eating Kie's food. The flower soup doesn't taste that bad.

shigeru Kamado his blood demon art mirror coppie. He can make a mirror copy of anyone he thinks he knows. The more Shigeru knows about the person more perfect the copy will be. If he can get something from the person the copy of them will be more effective. The mirror copy can fight alongside the person they are copying or fight the person they are copying. (This comes from his fondness for his brothers Tanjiro and Genya, wanting to follow them wherever they go and do whatever they do. He wished he could copy them more. He wishes he could stand and fight that demon alongside Genya or wishes he could have Tanjiro here to help him.) The way he resists eating humans. He eats a bit of meat the Tanjiro and Kie can find. If no meat he sleeps a little.

Rokuta Kamado his blood demon art Spark light. he can ignite his blood like a sparkler. He can make the Sparks bright and mainly uses them as a distraction. The sparks do hurt demons but he's to young to use them effectively. (This comes from him wanting to blind the demon with something bright to help Genya.) The way he resists eating humans. He sleeps. He is the only one in this AU that only sleeps to not eat humans.

There done. That is all the ideas I have for this alternative au.

[howlingday]

If you're feeling up for it I Have a Suggestion for the Tragic Backstory™ Au:

Jaune, Exhausted with all the antics of people trying to marry him, or disrupting his families lives, even Nora with her dumb Betting Pool, makes an announcement, finally using the Rumors to his advantage in a way that definitely won't backfire:

His Queen has been fortold; She is one Who's Bones are as tough as steel, Lightning Coursing through her veins as blood, Hair as full and Bright as a Harvest moon, and ... uh ... She Flies like a Comet. A green Comet. Yeah. Nobody like that on Remmnant!

Huh? Penny's Coming to Visit?

I Am Coming Ready!

Jaune: (Takes a deep breath) Okay. Let's do this.

Pyrrha: You're not hyperventilating this time. All those breathing exercises are finally kicking in, huh?

Jaune: I guess. Thanks again for teaching me some tricks to deal with this public speech stuff.

Pyrrha: Of course, Jaune. But, are you sure about this? I mean, you're going to be addressing a lot of people today?

Jaune: I know, but... I have to. This lie has going on for far too long, and I have to tell people the truth.

Ren: She's right, though. At least three of the five Kingdoms will be watching you with keen interest.

Jaune: Three?

Ren: (Nods) Vale, Atlas, and Mistral. There will be hundreds, perhaps even thousands watching your every move, studying, plotting against you to strike at your moment of weakness.

Jaune: ...Did someone bring a brown paper bag?

Nora: I did! (Holds up bag) It's got brownies in it~!

Jaune: ...Can I have one?

Nora: Mmmmmmmmm, no.

Jaune: Can I at least have the bag?

Nora: Mmmmmmmmm-

Ren: It's time, Jaune.

Jaune: But-! But-! My bag!

Nora: Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-

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Winter: Here's your report on the repairs, General, sir.

Ironwood: Thank you, Schnee. Leave it on my desk.

Winter: How's the press conference?

Ironwood: It's starting. Look at him, stepping out with such stiff motions. Are we certain he has no bionics?

Winter: There's nothing in Atlas records that confirms this, sir. It could be he's just nervous.

Ironwood: This man took on Adam Taurus, a ruthless leader of an international terrorist cell, and killed a Grimm Dragon that's sliced up one of our battleships. There's no way this man is scared of all five Kingdoms watching him.

Winter: ...Wyvern, sir.

Ironwood: Huh?

Winter: The official reports are calling a "Wyvern," sir.

Ironwood: It's a giant scaly monster with wings and probably breathes fire.

Winter: Still called a "Wyvern," sir.

Ironwood: ...It seems we are at an impasse. Perhaps we should call Penny?

Winter: Unfortunately, sir, Penny isn't here.

Ironwood: Ah, that's right. She took leave. Where did she go?

Winter: She left this morning from the bullhead station, sir.

Ironwood: What bullhead did she leave on?

Winter: She didn't, sir.

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Theodore: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That was a good one!

Xanthe: Headmaster, please, I'm begging you. Students are staring. I'm pretty sure he can hear you in Vale.

Theodore: It's funny, though, Rumpole! This kid comes outta nowhere, gets called a king, kills a dragon with a horse and spear, and now he's saying he's not a king to all these people!

Xanthe: It's not that funny.

Theodore: It's hilarious! Oh, I wanna fight him real bad! I've never punched a king before!

Xanthe: Sir, that'll cause an international incident.

Theodore: ...

Xanthe: You'll go to jail.

Theodore: ...

Xanthe: You won't be allowed to fight anymore.

Theodore: ...What about dueling? Would dueling be out of the question?

Xanthe: (Sighs)

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Jaune: No. No. That's not- Look, whatever beef Adam Taurus and I had was over that night we fought, okay?

Reporter: Beef! Ha! That's going in the paper!

Jaune: No! No! It's not like that!

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Lil Miss: (Via scroll) You havin' fun out there, girls?.

Melanie: Yes, Mom.

Lil Miss: Good. I'd hate to pay Roman another visit because he still can't take care of you.

Miltia: He's nothing, Mom.

Lil Miss: Nothin but trouble, you mean.

Roman: (Sighs)

Lil Miss: By the way, girls, just makin sure, but you know about that king nonsense goin on, right?.

Melanie: Yes, Mom.

Lil Miss: You girls stay away from all of that business, you hear me?.

Miltia: Aw, but he's so cute!

Lil Miss: And almost half your age, but that's not the point. The point is that boy king is nothin but trouble. Somethin bad is gonna happen to him, I just know it.

Roman: Yeah? And what do you know?

Lil Miss: Oh, you should know that by now, Roman. I know what I know, and I don't give hand-outs.

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Sienna: More tea?

Kali: No, thank you. (Sips tea) He's doing well, isn't he?

Ghira: They're eating him alive out there.

Sienna: Not even you were this bad in your first public speech, Ghira.

Kali: Really? What was he like?

Sienna: An absolute mess. I actually threw a tomato at him, and he started sniveling!

Ghira: I knew that was you in the crowd!

Sienna: He was going on about "managing our resources" and "not letting what we've gained go to waste"! I felt the mood called for ironic comedy.

Kali: Hahaha! That's so cute!

Ghira: You're both the worst. (Sniffs, Inhales) Promised myself I wouldn't cry.

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Jaune: No! No! I am not "seducing" anyone for a "progeny"! What the hell are you-?!

Jaune: Okay, you wanna know who I'm dating right now, since you're all so into these fairy tales?! Well, if it'll get you people to leave me and my family alone, then I'll tell you!

Jaune: My "queen" is a woman with bones as hard as iron- No, as steel! With a heart that pumps lightning through her veins! And her hair is a red and foreboding as a Blood Moon! And she has eyes that shine with a light that gleams and glimmers with lover's light! Oh, but here's the kicker! She flies! Yeah, that's right, she soars through the air, faster than any comet or shooting star in the sky! In a ball of green fi-

SHOOOOOOO-BOOM!

Jaune: (Coughs, Waves hand) What the...?

Lisa: Get a camera on him!

Cyril: Yes, ma'am!

Jaune: Wait... PENNY?!

Penny: (Blows dust away, Strikes a pose, Smiling, Pink eyes) I am here for my beloved!

Jaune: Ah... Crap-baskets...

[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.

[palaceofpassion]

ArcShot (stereotypical lewd romcom manga AU + surprise 69)

May Zedong is late for school!

A mad dash through the narrow streets of Vale with breakfast between her teeth, she nears the last intersection before reaching Beacon High. The running is straining the already overworked straps of her bra to their very limits.

But lo and behold, at the same moment she reaches the intersection, something tall, blond and (not at all) dorky appears from around the corner!

Bags, books and breakfast go flying and May finds herself looking at a bulging crotch and her sizable chest, free from her bra, is pressing down on a surprisingly firm stomach.

Meanwhile, Jaune is looking at a type of underwear he most certainly did not expect someone like the quiet May to wear.

NSFW below.

It happened so quickly, the last thing she remembered was turning a corner, toast in hand. And then THUMP, she was face first with what may as well have been a brick wall. A quick tumble later, and May found herself face first with what she could only describe as a monster, a towering pillar stood before her, wrapped by a thin sheet of white fabric. Her eyes crossed, and her breath hitched, ever inhale contaminated by a pungent aroma of male pheromones. God somewhere in the commotion his pants must have slipped off, before her were nothing but his tighty whities. A wicked shiver shot through her body, small tremors erupting within her core. Only through these subtle movements was she able to notice the spill, not of her food, but of her astounding breasts. The massive mammaries spilled forth thick, soft, squishy fat orbs of tanned skin pressed down upon the boy's stomach. Her eye widened upon realization, his voice crystal clear to her ears, despite the muffled noise behind her. "Nggh?" It was one Jaune Arc, the most handsome, kind, strong beautiful blonde boy that held her affection! This was not at ALL an exaggeration based on her own delusions, it was. And his scent was doing a number on her, blurring her mind of sound thoughts, to which she found herself pressing down against the profound bulge, inhaling his scent directly.

Her tongue lulled through her panting lips, without her concent, she found herself running her sinewy pink muscle across the twitching bulge before her. The taste of salt and tang peppered her tastebuds... all it took was one soft stroke to find herself addicted. Her face flushed as she tried to move, which had the lovely affect of spreading her legs apart, allowing the boy a clear view of what she had worn today. Jaune felt his face burn hotter than the sun as he noted the lovely posterior before him, her thick thighs spread across, tight pussy squished by her silky fabrics. He knew exactly who it was that was upon him, her mountainous chest brushing down against his mid section. "M...May!?" His blood boiled through his veins. Today was not how he expected to start his day. Not with a soft pussy, with such a tantalizing scent numbing his thinking faculties. He pondered, if perhaps they would wind up late for class today... if they made it in at all?

stupid image is stupid.