#mute au

[emptygoldstudio]

Mute AU

[rta-user-2025]

Mute!Varian AU

Varian got into an incident where he lost his voice from an invention where it flung him against the wall, as a result. And when Rapunzel and Eugene saw the commotion and thud, they saw Varian on the floor with his face half bleeding. And unconsciousness, as Eugene picked him up in ease and then left the Demanitus' lab to go to the infirmary.

Half of his face was bandaged, the doctor said that his injury wasn't so severe but the moment the doctor stated he lost his voice from it. It made Eugene and Rapunzel scared or worried, the teenager whom they talk to and who is enthusiastic about his inventions and ideas lost his voice from no fault of his own. How would Quirin react to this that his own flesh and blood without his voice? Rapunzel brings him into a hug, as she feels as scared as Eugene.

When Varian was allowed to leave the infirmary because the injury wasn't so severe for him to stay overnight, Eugene brought him to Old Corona and took him to his house. Varian stared around to see if anyone was around and shortly, he smiled when his dad was in there to greet him. And asked why he left so early, but the question was met with silence and Quirin wasn't told his son was mute and thought he was just shy till Eugene explained what happened and Quirin was bewildered, no one came by to save his boy. And that made Quirin a bit protective, but even he isn't sure how to communicate with his now mute son. He doesn't know sign language, so Varian's father brings him a journal to write as a communication skill.

Since Varian is a quick learner, he was able to write in his journal as a form of communication. But still struggling to speak, cause he lost his voice and has a hard time adjusting or adapting to his new changes Rapunzel decides to teach him sign language, which it took about time for him to somewhat master it. Eugene missed hearing the ramblings of the alchemist and opinions on topics, but got used to it eventually.

Quirin tries to be a good father to Varian, often also trying sign language as well. But he has hard times trying to do it correctly, but not to worry. Varian kinda corrects him, without coming across as annoying to him.

Varian still cares for Ruddiger even after losing his voice, giving the raccoon head rubs, pets, food and water.

He also communicates through emotions and body language.

Lance teases Varian even when he lost his voice.

Cassandra gets a letter from Rapunzel, discussing that Varian lost his voice. Which even for a woman who disliked Varian, she feels bad for him.

Varian still does alchemy, science and inventing without his voice since his voice doesn't always define him. But he has to stare at his invention for some time before nodding as a okay.

[ruins-and-rewritez]

Spent the majority of the day not talking at all (sore throats are the best 😑) and now all I'm thinking about is an AU where Wylan is mute instead of dyslexia and basically everything is the same but when he gets excited he signs so fast that literally only Jes and Kaz know what's going on, Inej and Nina get most of it and Matthias just waits for someone else to clarify because he already has enough trouble just trying to understand Kerch (Kaz doesn't actually know the specifics of what Wylan signs but he reads body language well enough to translate almost perfectly)

Wylan: 🖐👉🫳🤏👐

Matthias: uh yeah?

Jesper: yeah 👉🤌🫶

Mat: right...

Kaz: *sigh* Wylan says for you to take the little bomb

Wylan:👏👏👍

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

National Gibberish Day & National Punch Day

Person A and Person B are a couple who has always had the worst communication skills, they’re both prone to horrible miscommunications and misunderstandings. Their friends call them toxic and horrible for each other. But when a disease spreading across through the population that makes all words sound like gibberish to anyone they try to speak too, Person A and Person B are surprised when it improves their relationship that was on the brink of a breakup. Since when forced to rely on actions, they start to realize they do both love each other and care about each other and want the best for each other. So while society is falling apart, their relationship is finally improving.

[lunrsys]

bro aint gonna win the argument

[cookieclover]

"Mute B-127 AU" part 3 (TW: Blood)

What if B-127 was a little more annoying, and talked a little bit too much?

Part 3 of the "Mute B-127 AU", where I made Sentinel rip out Bee's voice box vv

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[andr0nap-02]

doggoframe 1999: the protopuppers

[zu-is-here]

staking claim (happy belated bday to Killer xp)

During "courtship", a shark bites a female's tail trying to flip her over, sometimes so fierce that scratches and teeth marks are left ;3;

[5/10] Killer by rahafwabas / rahaf-wabas / rahofy-sketch

Cross from xtaleunderverse by jakei95

Leviathantale by skumhuu

[kqutie]

EPIC: THE FAIR MAIDEN

sum. : You wake up in the EPIC: The Musical universe on Odysseus’ boat just as they’ve set sail back to Ithaca. And you just so happen to be equipped with the skills and game mechanics of your favourite comfort game: Animal Crossing: New Horizons. Might as well go with the flow and help your favourite characters get home safe.

relationships : platonic various epic characters/female reader -- platonic odysseus/reader ; polites/reader ; platonic eurylochus/reader ; platonic elpenor/reader ; platonic perimedes/reader ; hermes/reader ; poseidon/reader

tags. : EPIC x ACNH ; reader is a comfort gamer ; female reader ; modern day reader ; pure comfort ; reader helps ody get home ; happy ending for everyone! ; isekai and transmigration ; fix it fic ; animal crossing new horizons game mechanics ; characters know their future ; hermes is a flirty menace ; poseidon tried to shoot his shot and failed

the 'got-carried-away' version w/ romance chapters :

[❀ : short imagine]

one : the second miracle two : the favourable circumstance three : the new island ❀ you didn't have to kiss her hermes four : the washed-up stranger ❀ let her go, hermes five : the journey home ⌊new⌉ six : the timely return [finale]

...

the 'back-to-my-origins' version w/out romance chapters :

one : the hunger ends two : the island paradise three : ...

inspiration : i was inspired by my love and current obsession of epic the musical as well as my love for fix it fics, the animal crossing: new horizons game and the isekai and transmigration genre -- put together, it's all very niche so im writing this purely for fun and i'm happy to have anyone read this at all

fanart fair maiden oc :

Theo created by the talented, wonderful @sweatinghoneybee -- go send her all the love right now! (fanart of Theo) Delphi (colour ver.) created by the lovely and sweet @yuksssss -- please send her all the love too!

disclaimer : i barely know anything about greek mythology and I haven't read the odyssey at all so my interpretations and characterisations are purely based on EPIC: the musical's retelling -- i apologise in advance, i'm so sorry my loves (⸝⸝⸝╸﹏╺⸝⸝⸝)

taglist (not so platonic ver.) : @bluepanda08 @doodle-with-rhy @sunshinedaisy21 @jolixtreesunn @ellaprime7 @marcelemry @nishayuro @hijinkxy @kerosene-demon @windrosesrasta @keikeiluvyou @darling-eos @iamapotatoe @yuzxi18 @woncloudie @permanently-nothere @ash1 @barrythestrawberry041 @trashcannotbealive @yuksssss @reisinnie @evg6287 @athanasia-day @fuji-sen @yourlocaleffy @magdalenacarmila @carrotcakeandcoffee @mousedit @tomarisela @onlybe-satanonce @atanukileaf @starmee-lodurrson @depressinglyobsessed ... [open]

taglist (purely platonic ver.) : @barrythestrawberry041 @yuksssss @bloobewy ... [open]

property of kqutie ; all written content is mine and no one else's unless stated otherwise ; do not steal, plagiarise, modify or translate to other sites

art/visual media does not belong to me

[nartothelar]

Ur angel AU is really cute but it made me think of Depo Agent Josh and what if Emmet was assigned his guardian angel xD

an angel and his newest charge

- josh has incredibly bad luck and is constantly almost dying; emmet finds this endlessly funny

- josh actually had another guardian angel looking over him since he was a kid, but due to that angel having another long term matter to attend to, emmet was assigned to josh instead!

- his previous guardian angel hadn’t revealed themselves to him yet, preferring to watch over/protect him from afar, so emmet’s initial reveal as his newest guardian angel is something he’s still trying to wrap his head around

[phoenix-art-official]

Inspired by i could imagine the end of the world and nothing else by cottonmouthcandy on Ao3 (link in reblogs)

“Couldn’t talk for a month after I got out of that goddamned city. Just clammed up. Started sweatin’ like I was hunted every time I opened my mouth.”

What if there was no hang fire?

"WHO IS IT? HAVE YOU COME TO STEAL MY EYES?!" 

Stan looks surprised, then his face falls. He waves. 

"... Stanley? Is that you?" Ford grabs him and shines a light in his eyes. 

Stan winces and tries to shove Ford off of him. 

"Apologies, I just had to make sure you weren't... nevermind. Come in, come in." 

Stan follows Ford into the shack, looking around judgementally as Ford paces. 

"Did anyone follow you? Anyone at all?" 

Bemused, Stan shakes his head. 

"Good, good. I appreciate you coming so quickly. There's not much time. I've made huge mistakes, and I don't know who I can trust anymore." He turns the head of a skeleton to look away. Stan raises an eyebrow, perturbed. 

Stan steps forward to place a hand on Ford's shoulder, and his jaw works as he wants to say something... but even now, the words stay caught in his throat. Instead he just squeezes in what he hopes is a reassuring manner. 

Ford sighs. "Right, I... I should explain myself. Follow me. What I'm about to show you is... something you can't even imagine." 

Stan nods and gestures for Ford to lead on. 

They make their way downstairs. Ford is too caught up in his own head to notice how silent Stan is being. 

When they get to the portal, Stan is actually speechless. Ford takes this as his sign to begin a monologue. 

You and I both know how this next part goes, so I'll do you a favor and skip to the good part. The part where Ford tells him to sail away.

Stan's face falls, then turns angry. He wants to shout, to scream, but he still can't seem to get even a frustrated grunt past his lips. Instead, he just shoves the journal back at Ford. 

"What the- Stanley! Be reasonable! All I'm asking for is one single favor! I haven't asked you for anything in over ten years, the least you can do for me is make sure the world doesn't come to ruin!" 

Stan just shakes his head. In his fury, a single syllable forces its way out of him. 

"You-!"

And just like that, his jaw clamps down again. His hand finds its way to cover his mouth. He can't do it. No matter how angry and hurt he is, he's still too terrified. Too broken.

Ford doesn't catch Stan's inner turmoil. "I what? Go on then! What's the first thing you have to say to me in over a decade? After everything you did, after you ruined my life, what could you possibly have left to say to me?" 

Stan has so much to say. Too much. So much that he can't even make his voice work, just like he hasn't in over a year. It hurts too much. 

Ford waits, and when Stan doesn't say anything, scoffs bitterly. "Right. Of course not. That's what I thought. More the fool I was for thinking I still had one person left in the world I could trust." 

Stan stops at that. It hurts more than words can say. 

Ford turns back, a new pleading look in his eye. "If you truly won't help me, I... Stanley, I don't have any idea what I'll do. We have our resentments, but this is bigger than that. Bigger than either of us. This could destroy reality as we know it. I don't expect you to understand it, but I at least want you to..." 

Ford sighs again, rubbing his eyes furiously. He looks so tired. "Of course, I shouldn't have bothered. None of this means anything to you, does it? It never has. You only ever saw me as your ticket to success. That's why you still have nothing to say to me." His voice grows hardened, resentful. "You've always been a coward and a liar. I can't believe I was so desperate as to reach out to you. No matter how dire the circumstances, I should've known I could never trust-" 

Stan's fist connects with Ford's jaw. He folds like a house of cards. He struggles upright, surprised at Stan's seething expression. 

Stan breathes heavily. He's shaking. His jaw works, but he still can't make himself speak. Ford waits for him to say something, anything. 

Stan opens his mouth to speak, and he almost manages- an odd, squeaky, hoarse noise comes out of his throat. But that's all. So he just turns around and walks away. 

Ford watches him go, heart sinking into his stomach. He looks at the journal in his hands and wonders what he's going to do now. 

"Wait-" 

Stan stops dead. He didn't expect that. He turns back. 

Ford doesn't know how to ask this, but he has to. "... If you're leaving, just- at least take this with you." He holds out the journal. "I can't keep it. I- I can't be trusted with it. It's not safe here, not with me, not with anyone else." 

Stan actually considers it now. Ford seems so terrified and desperate. But is this really all Stan is good for? 

Ford swallows his pride just a little more. "... Please?" 

Stan is shocked. Neither of them ever say please. Pa always said that was for sissies- real men take what they want. And yet, here they are, and Ford is asking. 

It hurts to know this is all Stan means to him, but he can't find it in himself to say no. 

Stan takes the journal. 

Ford heaves a sigh of relief so potent he nearly topples over. "Thank you." 

Stan just nods. He doesn't know if he feels like leaving now, though. Ford seems fragile. It worries him. 

Ford doesn't catch it. "... Well. I suppose that's it then. You're... free to go." 

Stan just keeps staring at him. He looks awful. It's much harder to leave now that the anger has faded a bit. 

"... What?" 

Stan isn't sure what. He gestures with one hand at Ford. 

Ford just blinks. Utterly bemused. "I... um..." 

Stan rolls his eyes and repeats the gesture more emphatically. 

"... I don't... what are you doing?" 

Stan sighs and looks around. Luckily, he spies what he needs on a nearby desk. Ford watches, dumbstruck, as Stan retrieves a pen and notepad. Then when Stan is finished scribbling, the note is shoved in his face. 

You gonna be okay?

"... I... Stanley, what's going on?" 

Stan shakes the note. 

"Yes, I read it, I just- why are you- I don't understand-" Ford's breath catches. His eyes go wide and he lowers his voice. "Are we being listened to?" 

Stan's shoulders slump. He shakes his head and writes something else. 

Pretty sure I wasn't followed.

"Then- then what? Why are you..." It's Ford's turn to gesture vaguely at his twin. "This?"

Ouch. Ford probably didn't mean it that way, but still. 

Stan chews on the inside of his cheek. He doesn't want to reveal how broken he is now, but Ford just isn't getting it. He can't bring himself to look at Ford when he hands over the next note. 

Can't talk.

Ford stares at the message. It doesn't compute. "... I don't..." He tries to meet Stan's eyes. His gaze is avoided. "Why not?" 

Stan hesitates before writing again. 

Just can't.

"No, clearly you can. Or at least to a degree." Ford's eyes flicker over Stan's body. "Your mouth and layrnx still seem functional... No one is listening to us... Are you cursed somehow?" 

Stan almost laughs, except it's been even longer since he did that than it has since he's spoken. 

Something like that.

Ford's brow furrows. "That isn't an answer. Why can't you speak?" 

Stan underlines his earlier message. Just can't.

"No, you can," Ford insists. "You always could for as long as I can remember. It was harder to get you to shut up sometimes. Why have you decided to stop now? Is this a recent development?" 

Stan really wants to walk away now. But he knows Ford will just follow him. Not that recent. Didn't decide. Just can't. He underlines the last word several times. 

Ford looks even more frustrated when he reads that. "If if isn't voluntary, how is it that you're still capable of speech, in the mechanical sense? Is it... neurological somehow? What was it that F mentioned..." He rubs his eyes again, even rougher than before. Before Stan can write anything else, he snaps his fingers. "Expressive aphasia! It can be caused by a traumatic brain injury. You appear otherwise unaffected though. Have you experienced any extreme head trauma?" 

Stan shakes his head incredulously. Well, he's been clobbered a few times, but he always ended up fine afterwards. No stupider than he was before. 

"Are you sure? Because I can't think of anything else that would..." Ford slowly starts to piece something together. He looks cautiously at Stan. "Except..." 

Stan shifts uncomfortably. He shrugs, as if to say, What?

Ford just stares at him, as if seeing him for the first time. He swallows. "It's just that... the only other cause I can think of is psychological trauma." 

Stan snorts. He can't help it. He shrugs in a, well, what can you do? gesture. 

Ford looks horrified, the drama queen. "... Really?" 

Stan rolls his eyes, then gestures to himself. I mean, look at me. Then he gestures at Ford. You don't look too good yourself.

"I- no, I'm fine," Ford defends in a very-not-fine tone of voice. "And you- you're supposed to be... that doesn't make sense. None if this makes sense..." He rubs at his face almost violently, skewing his glasses. "Stupid brain, just work for a minute here..." 

On instinct, Stan steps forward to take his hands and stop him. Ford flinches back. They stare at each other for a moment. 

Stan raises an eyebrow. Fine, huh?

Ford sighs. "That... it's been some time since I've slept and I'm a little jumpy. Like I said, I've made... terrible��mistakes." He shudders. 

Stan looks at him with new understanding. He crosses his arms and gestures for Ford to continue. 

He frowns darkly. "There is a being of unimaginable power that seeks to use me to bring about the end of the world." 

Stan doesn't even blink. Just waits for him to keep talking. 

He does. "He takes over my body when I sleep. I've been able to hold him off so far, but only barely. If he gets his hands on my journals, is able to activate the portal..." He puts his hands on Stan's shoulders. "Stanley, it would be the end of the world." 

Stan raises an eyebrow. Another note: He?

"Bi-" and this time it's Ford who clams up. He shakes his head. "It- it's not safe to invoke his name. What's important is that he is an entity with infinite knowledge and access to my mind and body at any time." His eyes are wide, afraid. "I was a fool to ever trust him." 

Stan softens. He understands that, at least. He writes: You got conned.

Ford considers that and nods gravely. "I suppose I did." Uncharacteristic shame colors him. "Hook, line, and sinker, as it were." 

Stan studies him for a moment. Then, determined, he writes: He gonna hurt you?

Ford is stunned at that, a little vulnerable. "That- that's not important." 

Stan shakes his head emphatically. Points at the note. 

"Probably, yes, but again, that's not-" 

Stan lifts a hand to stop him. Miraculously, he does. Stan thinks for a second, then writes: Not leaving.

Ford's face falls. "What? No, you can't stay here, I just told you-" 

While Ford was speaking, Stan finished another note, and he shoves it in Ford's face. 

You're my brother. And below it, pressed so hard into the paper it almost tears, Not leaving you.

Ford can only stare at the words. "But..." 

Stan cuts him off with another wave of his hand. This time he writes for much longer. Ford waits. 

You look half dead. Don't wanna lose you. Don't care if you don't wanna see me. You. Need. Help.

Ford can't think of anything to say to that. For once, all he can think is that maybe Stan is right. 

So, eventually, tentatively, shakily, he nods. "Okay," he croaks. "Okay. What do we do?" 

Stan offers a smile. Then he wrinkles his nose. Shower first. You stink.

Ford mirrors him. "Well, you don't exactly smell pleasant either." 

Tooshay. Upstairs?

"Not how it's spelled," Ford mutters. Still, he considers the words for a moment. Looks back. Looks at the journal in Stan's hands, then behind him at the elevator. 

"... Alright."

[emptygoldstudio]

Mute!Bill AMA#2 Question coming from Winter Reality!Bill by @/Anxious

[theshesh]

I may be overdid the juicy. IDC

This is for @cookieclover DTIYS aaaaand Im kinda crying

HE INJURED OUR CHILD GIVE ME A SHOVEL-

[mdverse]

after a long day

[greeniegaes]

I am going to give Shen Jiu a little pet fish!! His fish is the local, attractive transmigrator!! He will spend so much money on his fish ONLY because the fish can spy for him! TOTALLY NOTHING ELSE. No! He doesn’t care about how cute Shen Yuan looks stuffing his face with pastries! He also doesn’t care that his little pet fish risks his human/fish identity for him! Shen Jiu does not love his little fish guy!!

[cookieclover]

TW: Violence, blood

What if B-127 was a little more annoying, and talked a little bit too much?

Part 2 of the "Mute B-127 AU", where I torture our little boy because he didn't get enough attention in the movie :3

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