#morning glory au

[astruccrow]

I just think that shy Kiryu is the best, bro needs to put in the effort now instead of Nishiki amen

[featherdusterbelphie]

Like Real People Do

C/W: theoretically, nothing; mentions eating of crystals, mentions of sleep deprivation (due to travelling)

A/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY OLD MAN 🎉🎉🎉

Word count: 932 words.

The moonlight enters through the open window, the howling winds echoing through the quiet room. It sweeps away the disorder, the spirits, and anything else that dares to disturb him. A lone figure sits in the corner, a small chest full of treasure and oddities sit in front of him, awaiting his judgment.

He picks up another, carefully inspecting it with his eyes. It shines bright and gleams, yet there is a crack just barely inconceivable on the inside. It will not suffice. It is weak, it is impure. It will become unstable if he uses it. He clicks his tongue and opens his maw, and bites down hard with teeth sharp like swords. Crunch! A bottomless pit and a long, serpentine tongue clean up the remains, leaving behind no trace of imperfection on his lips. He sighs at the warmth that envelops him momentarily, his hunger satiated, yet it is proof of another failure.

He resists the urge to yawn or rub his eyes as he picks up another gem. Another defect. Crunch. Hours pass by, but there is no sign of anything remotely close to what he's looking for. His continuous failure wears him down each time, muscles taut as he grips the table with his gloved hands.

Countless nights spent awake, days spent travelling, bargaining and searching with aching feet and a restless mind. His face was haunted by shadows, and his hands twitched at his sides. Days spent inside cramped, barely-lit spaces, stomach empty as the sea in the west. Days spent alone without the comfort of anything or anyone but his own gnawing thoughts.

He closes his eyes and breathes deeply through his nose, counting one, two, three, until he lets out his breath slowly. Aching bones creaking as he reaches for another crystal, mind wondering why he's even making this much effort in the first place. Why he's always thinking of a certain redhead, why does he always want the best for the kingdom, even if it wasn't his land?

His eyes dart to the glass casing behind him. To the crown that has sat on top of many leaders' heads. The same crown that he is trying to design for this land's future, the Crown Prince Diavolo. The man who will soon rise to the throne and take over the kingdom. The man that Lucifer will be forever grateful to for he accepted him and his son, who are deemed traitors in their homeland, into their territory. Who risked another war just to make them feel safe, dressed them, fed them and treated them like his own people. He will not forget the kindness in those golden eyes, the kindness that warms his aching heart and comforted his weary body. He lets out a shaky breath, forcing his eyes to clear of the memories.

A twinkle catches his eye, as the moon's light hits the crystalline surface, and he squints his eyes at the sight. He picks up the red gem, turning it around in his fingers and bringing it closer to the light to take a look. He hums in thought as he continues to analyze it. It has a good physical structure and does not have any cracks anywhere. It holds a small amount of magic that is barely useful but seems to be able to hold more than it looks. It has a nice bright colour, the same shade as the ones embedded in the crown behind him. His eyes start to glow.

He flicks his wrist, and tendrils of black ichor reach out from underneath his sleeve and float up. They follow his wordless command, encircling the small rock and seeping into it until the black swirls inside like smoke.He watches as the colour refuses to fade, and the surface provides no resistance or pressure. He waits for a different reaction, his mind tracing back to the time he felt too assured and was bested by a stupid delay. Minutes pass and still, it does not break nor does it produce any strange sounds. The existing magic within the crystal does not die but co-exists with his own. It is perfect.

He sighs, deep and weary as he stands, up walking over to his bookshelf and picking up a glass case to put the crystal inside for safekeeping. He closes his eyes, taking a moment to rest a little as he allows himself to bathe under the moonlight. He opens his eyes and turns around, just now noticing how dark the room is as he stretches his limbs. He turns and leaves the room to find comfort and inform his liege of his accomplishment.

Walking down the hallways, Lucifer tries to conceal his excited steps, wouldn't want any of the servants or him to see him walking to the future king's room at night. Lucifer arrives, a sigh leaving his lips as he tries to collect himself before rapping his knuckles in the wood. He gets no answer. He knocks again and softly calls out but still, no answer. He tries the door but it is locked. His mind wanders as he looks down and notices a piece of paper at his shoes with his name on it. Picking it up, he recognized the king's neat handwriting.

Fixing the glasses on his nose, Lucifer opened the letter and read the contents. He sighs, rolling his eyes. Of course he'd be there at this time, he thought. He pocketed the paper and went back to his room, grabbing a cloak to don and walking down the palace halls, a destination in mind.

A/n: this took way too long because i couldn't find motivation and time to continue the illustration until recently! (For context, I started the drawing on February and only finished it now😔). But happy birthday once again to the most arrogant bastard I've ever known in fiction! <3 If not for you, I may not have even considered playing om, haha!

Also, this is part of an au I'm trying to cook (keyword try since I'm not very good at cooking) (also the au's temp name is Morning Glory) and I'm planning a Diavolo companion piece to this (I already started on the sketch) so fingers crossed that college won't eat me up before I could finish that for Dia's bday!

[fox-and-the-hound]

hii! i really love your work, specifically your mlp stuff! mainly cuz of tizzy lol. have you designed tizzy’s brother? is it ok to ask to see? :D i hope this isn’t weird! i cant wait to see more of your artwork!

No no!! You're so ok!! Thank you so much for asking! That made me so happy! (This is kinda?, just slightly, old art)

Basically, the brother is the main first-arc villain; after his defeat, he reverts back into a younger version of himself, and he becomes Morning Glory's assistant as he also wants to study the concept of friendship further and feels slightly indebted to Morning Glory for initially saving his life. (I haven't come up with his name yet)

I do have to alter Tizzy's design (and name too) now since I have decided to make her initial design into my sona (it just sort of happened), so that will happen in the foreseeable future

[lotusmonkey]

[ofwishesandstars]

got a new nightmare design recently so i made a dream to go alongside it, This is Gladiolus and Morning glory

[crescentmoonsandroses]

I'm sick right now and I can't really draw or write very well, which is annoying, but here's some old art. It's from a while ago, and my style's changed a little since then, but I think it's still not terrible.

This happened when I discovered moonflowers existed, and Nightmare was the first thing that popped into my head. Then I did Dream with morning glories as well. I reckon Nightmare turned out better, honestly.

Dreamtale belongs to Jokublog Flowerfell (inspiration for the whole flowers-growing-on-characters thing) belongs to Siviosanei

[miroana]

Roque au Fabii | the Poet of Deimos

[jonwatson]

rip kiryu kazuma you would’ve loved mario kart

[stagelamps]

this took forever and this is as good as it's gonna get. it's a sleepy error with a flower crown of morning glories!

error belongs to loverofpiggies/crayon queen

[missfingers]

the way i literally have an entire yakuza 0 rewrite plot skeleton in my notes for my fic . like okay i doubt ill ever be able to write it fully out but my fic is pre-0 and then i went ahead and rewrote the entirety of 0 to fit the au. things that happen:

majima and kiryu being together the entire time since theyre dating . duh

majima falling for makoto and being like "but im with kiryu ?!?" and kiryu literally not giving a shit and being like majima . follow your dreams. polycule formed

nishitani is way more prominant cause i love that geriatric bitch. i use him as a deux ex machina whenever i get stuck

nishitani also brutally murders sagawa. Smile ^_^

tachibana doesnt die

makoto kills oda

lee. um . still dies. sorry. its plot necessary

Makoto Stays Fucking Blind

[dontcallmebree]

Ahhhh Bri! Your WIP list is sooooo compelling, like everything you write is, so I'm so excited (and scared) to see what's around the corner (divorced shrunkyclinks???? my heart)

I am going to ask about HWMS because the letters have me intrigued and in my head I read it as High School Musical, and I don't think that's correct 😂😂😂

I love you! 💘

Taj, you are the literal nicest <333

Also when I typed out HWMS the first thing that came to mind was the high school from Glee so we both thought of fictional schools 😂

HWMS is actually what I had planned to write for Silver Fox Steve and scrapped, to make way for A Leap Begins! It's an AU inspired by Morning Glory (2010) aka the Rachel McAdams movie no one has heard of but is very close to my heart.

Basically it's enemies to lovers between a plucky Bucky, an Executive Producer for a failing morning show (Howling Morning Show/HWMS), and Steve, a retired & respected news anchor who gets roped into co-hosting against his wishes due to an old contract.

I tried and failed to get this premise into a concise elevator pitch, clearly. Here's a snippet that is equally as long-winded.

“You’re chipper,” Steve observes, eyeing him with trepidation. He goes in for a sip and halts the drink midair, leveling Bucky with a flat, “Did you spit in my drink? That what it is?” Still, Steve takes a long gulp, despite the muttered, “Or is arsenic more your style?” Bucky doesn’t even falter, Steve’s surly attitude failing to bring him down. “Oh no,” he sing-songs. “I would never. Who’s gonna greet families across America every morning if you get poisoned and succumb to an untimely death?” Steve rolls his eyes and scoffs an amused, “Families across America, please.” It takes a disconcertingly short few seconds for him to drain the mug, Bucky blinking at leftover dredges when Steve hands the thing right back. “They’re all tuning into GMA and The Today Show. You’ve got college kids still high from the night before and the security guy downstairs.”

A high school musical au would've been way funnier, though. Thanks for asking tej! <3

[astruccrow]

Nishiki lives au also lives in my head, please please please someone talk to me about this pls plspls

[marinehero]

oh i was NOT expecting them to say it outright

[thesinlesssinner]

“You know it's always dark before the light, it's always peace and quiet before the fight, we're always on the front lines at the worst time, we got the best hearts, but we got sick minds, love is all-out war tonight.” My Mischa again with morning glories

[tame-the-lion-writes]

cat shifter reader x task force 141

(An AU to the AU--based on an ask and the results of this poll.)

No more guns a-blazing or cruel glory. The 141 had their time in the military; now, it was time to slow down.

Of course, when one sticks with the same people for half their life, through thick and thin, there is no going back. The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb--and the 141 had spilled enough blood together that it practically ran through each others veins. They were inseparable, bound in both trauma and trust, and to part would dissolve the only stability they'd shared. Snip away red strings wrought both in shared drinks and on the battlefield.

What they didn't expect was the addition of you.

In deciding to retire, the 141 bought an old farm in the backcountry. A weary, rickety place that was practically begging for renovations. The busy work gave them something to do with already-rough hands, so they didn't mind--taking care of the animals, replacing the rotting wood, and updating the plumbing simply meant they could make the place their own. And after the house was fixed up, they got to updating the barn, fixing up a chicken coop, installing new fencing, etc.

It was also during these renovations that they got to know the stray cat who'd been living in the barn attic.

Feral--they first thought. Plenty of farm cats were, and the place had been long unlived-in that they believed no one could have socialized or cared for her. Not to mention that she'd been so riled up with them around; hissing from behind walls, or above while balancing on the beams. Jutting her paws out and trying to scratch them while they worked. They always knew where she was by the jingle of the bell around her neck, tied with a soft silk ribbon as though she were someone's pet let loose. Left on the roadside maybe, and for that, they didn't blame her.

But for the most part, she only occupied the second floor of the barn, and she kept the place free of rats and mice. They couldn't have those running around, so for the most part, they stayed out of her way. And she learned to stay out of theirs.

Until she got sick.

"Haven't seen the kit in a while," Gaz finally spoke, poking at the leftover stew in his bowl. It was already dinner when everyone was winding down for the night, and their beloved foe had been missing for three days. "I'm getting worried."

"I'm sure she's fine," Soap reassured him, shoveling another spoonful in his mouth. "Maybe ran off to the woods or somethin'."

"But it's been rainin' plenty lately," Gaz pressed. "You'd think she'd hole up in the attic per usual."

"We can check in the morning," Price sighed, adjusting himself in his seat. "'Sides, wouldn't do any good to be missin' a barn cat--"

"Tonight."

Soap lifts his head to squint over at the man by the sink. "Didn't take ya for a cat person, LT."

"Wanna make sure the mangy thing ain't dead." Ghost drops his dishes with an ceremonial clink-clink-clink. "Would stink up the place."

But when they finally made their way up the sketchy ladder to the barn attic, and they finally pushed aside all the dusty boxes and rusty equipment, what they found wasn't a cat but a young woman--face red with fever and tangled deeply, restlessly, in worn blankets and stolen clothes. Unknown and without ID--save for the bell around her neck, tied with a soft silk ribbon.

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Bonus Thoughts:

It's quickly determined that you're only suffering from a regular cold, but on the verge of winter, the barn is no place to stay warm. Hence a quiet moment of deliberation between the boys, standing around, not knowing what to do. Also not knowing if their first assumption--that this is their fussy barn cat--is possible. In any case, they can't just leave you here.

Ghost is relegated the duty of carrying you down the very sketchy ladder (as he is with carrying most things). But not before Price wraps you up like a burrito, in case you wake up and decide to try and scratch again.

"'Mangy thing,' huh, LT?"

"Hope you know she's gettin' your bed."