#precanon au

[nunchucksnun]

top operatives.

[jack-ofspades]

YOU'RE THE ONE THAT CAN SAVE ME FROM MYSELF:

barbatos wakes, hundreds of years after the cataclysm, and walks tevyet to witness the aftermath. in snezhnaya, miles away from mondstadt, he meets a man with familiar red curls on the verge of death.

(really, this is a venti character study wrapped in a shiny diluven bow, but shhhhh)

(also! heavily inspired by this fanart by my absolute favorite diluven artist @burquillos !!)

[5tr4wbaby]

an old photo from 1993

[ohnoitsz1m]

puppygirl gordon and her best friend the snark vs barney and his best frirnd the chumtoad. FIGHT!!!!

Showing off their weird hamsters during their lunch break

Barney and his toad lose </3

Shes being MEAN to him. Get bullied idiot

[faislittlewhiteraven]

Fais fanfic rambles: Introduction to my 'Selkies by Starlight' ISaT AU

Note: Not to be confused with @looped-140-and-counting / Soren_793's wonderful Selkie AU oneshot series 'The Northern Islanders are Selkies' which was hugely inspiring for this if potentially VERY different in vibe (we got very into talking about cloaks! XD)

Basic premise/summary:

In an alternate version of the precanon adventure, the party lead by Mirabelle to stop the King freezing Vaugarde in time, recruit Siffrin as per usual.

Thing is, Siffrin is a Selkie.

A very skittish selkie without a cloak of their own, who openly wears the cloak of another, and due to Reasons is under the impression that the party know all both of those things and the Implications about them, and for whatever reason have decided to welcome him into their group anyway.

Which er, he's completely wrong about as the party know absolutely nothing.

Mira and Isa like most Vaugardian humans think 'shifters' are just fairytales, Odile knows shapeshifters are real but is only really familiar with how foxes like her father work, and Bonnie is actually able to sense some pretty major things but is a preteen dealing with a lot and hasn't even joined the party yet, so this pretty major misunderstanding is sustained for quite a while...

Cue the AUs' main focus being on the resulting party dynamic shifts as more and more canon divergence due to Sif's 'selkie stuff' (both cute and serious) comes into play, the party slowly realising something is up, and all of it hitting an eruption point right around the time of the 4th Orb/the loss of Siffrin's eye...

Some key world building notes: (Note: very summarised from my docs. I have like 20k+ words on this stuff XD)

The Island - Probably the most drastically different thing from canon here, the Island was not forgotten or erased here. Rather it is hidden away and permanently shrouded in Wish Craft generated fog from 'those without cloaks'. Side note: Sif is still unable to return home and continues to have some very plot critical memory problems but those are due to unrelated issues, which means yay I get to have Sif talk 'home culture' with the others in this =D Also idk why the King is freezing Vaugarde still. I've got a few ideas I'm not sure about and he's not in focus enough for it to even matter really, but random suggestions -especially those with possible selkie motivations- would be very much appreciated.

Selkie powers in my setting - Went into something of a deep dive regarding selkie folklore for this and did you know they have an absolute ton of seer/oracle based stuff going on?

From selkie being summoned by their human lovers shedding seven tears into the ocean, to a selkie man telling a former lover that he and their child will die at the hands by her genuinely good and loving future husband, to a selkie woman forseeing her fisherman husband about to die out in a storm just in time for her to swim over there and rescue him, etc.

So... Yeah. This AU has a lot of plot relevant sensory/seer stuff going on as well as the standard seal shapeshifter stuff (Islander selkie traditionally believe it to be the Universe talking with them, in the same way Wish Craft is talking to the Universe), and going off all the stuff I read decided it'd be most fitting if the general rule for how it all works is: - Selkie always passively have a bit of it going on (aka Sif's canon 'you sense someone nearby' stuff) which like most things can be enhanced with Craft use a bit. - Near perfect understanding of all 'connected' bodies of water (aka they know EXACTLY where the tasty fish are/will be and can probably get a general sense of location for most people on a boat) - Potentially get strong 'visions of the future' and/or instincts on what they need to do to avert an outcome when it comes to loved ones being in danger/distress.

They also maybe get to pull very fast, high power Wish Craft 'curses'/miracles' at idk, the cost of something major like their cloak or lives (mostly based off of the The Legend of Kópakonan where the whole island of Kalsoy was cursed with death by a selkie in retaliation for her husband and children being murdered) but not super attached to this idea past it being in 'seal shifter' stories in-setting.

Other non humans in setting and regional differences in shifters - Pretty much only selkie and selkie issues are in focus here, but just as a general thing, all non humans in setting are shapeshifters and originated from human ancestors who went crazy with the the Body Craft and/or used Wish Craft in some way.

Ka Bue in particular has a ton of them since yokai, with their origins being various sects/clans back in the warring eras going so nuts with trying to weaponize Body Craft (super soldiers, enhanced life spans, infiltration, exploiting attraction to furries, etc), that after some particularly high profile incidents (for an idea plz see: Kiyohime, Tamamo no Mae, Kachi-kachi Yama) and 'Body Craft misuse leading to shut down of the brain/vital organs' being the most common cause of death for 10+ years once peace time was established, eventually Ka Bue's authorities set their foot down and banned Body Craft altogether.

Currently the shifter population in Ka Bue is around 30% of the population, shifters are required to have ID regarding their forms (or potential forms if they're merely 'half'), and it's considered distasteful for a shifter to be in non human form outside of private settings/necessity and even ruder to ask a shifter about their non human forms if they haven't brought the topic up yet first (kinda like seeing/asking about someone's underwear or something XD).

In contrast the Vaugarde, Mwudu and Porteria region is extremely shifter sparce, with most of its original shifter population being the result of various Universe worshipping peoples (mostly small groups, like greek mystery cults) deciding to use a big Wish Craft ritual as some sort of religious rite and becoming shifters as a side effect of their primary Wish (usually stuff like 'we wish for us and our descendants to be one with You and the sea/air' or 'may we Change with the phases of the holy moon' etc) which granted them some pretty neat skills but also tended to come with some 'potentially nasty' drawbacks attached (see: selkie and swan maidens with their cloaks, werewolves Changing in both body and mind etc) Which er, lead to some issues born of lack of knowledge about this stuff, later some very nasty anti shifter sentiment in the region, and then around... IDK 200 to 300 years ago or so ended up exploding into violence and other very nasty things, with most shifters able to do so fleeing the region, and those that couldn't either enduring horrible conditions until they could escape/died or went deep into hiding, with the Island's Country being founded by the two later groups who used Wish Craft to hide their new home, erase awareness of their existence from their enemies (a short term, fully intentionally 'forgetting' blast centered specifically around shifters), and developed a LOT of culture and traditions regarding when, who and what can be told to 'outsiders' about themselves, Wish Craft, etc in order to keep their people safe.

There are shifters living in present in Vaugarde of course (anti shifter sentiment died back a LOT after most people stopped thinking they were real, and most modern day Change Believers are more likely to view these 'totally fictional/allegorical' beings as children/messengers of the Change God rather than 'evil demons who stole power by tearing apart the Change God's cloak for themselves and thus have to be hunted down and made to repent' propaganda take that was everywhere back then) but numbers actually living outside the Island as opposed to merely visiting remain low, since either the shifters know their history and stick firmly to their 'stay secret' traditions or quickly pick up on how oddly unknown shifters are around these parts and decide to err on the side of caution... Also 'trust worthy' humans who do learn about them (usually northern coastal folk, gee wonder why) tend to help cover them up so... Yeah =D

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And... Yeah!

This is hella long as is, so will stop here and ramble about the actual 'how this all affects our beloved Sif and Co plot and culture wise' stuff that is the actual meat of the AU in another post later, but hope this made for an interesting/idea provoking read, know that I have no issue with anyone using any of this for their own works (just please, don't use the 'Selkies under starlight' same story name unless it's actually a fanfic/fanart of my 'hopefully soon has a chapter/one shot up' fic/Ao3 series of the same name so people don't get confused), and I would love to chatter with you about any thoughts/questions you might have so...

Wishing you a good day =D

(sighes in relief finally getting this post finished after literal months. Pheeeeww~)

[sammygender]

girl dean moodboard

[potetosaradas]

a prickcest kiss a day keeps the doctor away

[ahalliance]

anw ive been chipping away at a qsmp medieval fantasy au thing for a while now between work and ive garnered a few thousand words which is neat…. idk where im going quite yet but ive got specific scenes pictured in my head so im sorta going with the flow

[bafflement]

There's Nothing Quite Like Friends

For @remnants-of-rwby-events Day 6, friends.

... Oz might be regretting having all his friends together. It's a rare enough occasion that he never quite remembers why he prefers that. Until it happens.

It was so nice to be around his friends, for once, Ozpin mused as he glanced around the table. His house was crowded with visitors and the noise was a very welcome change to how he normally spent those few holidays where he wasn’t at Beacon with his students. It had been a very long time since they had all been together, scattered as they were throughout Remnant. But then, that tended to happen to adults. They all had their own lives, after all, and all four kingdoms were heavy weights to bear. He hadn’t exactly meant to be such close friends with Leon, Theo and James, or not at first. But they worked well together, able to support each other when needed and to be there to listen if any of them ever had doubts. The Brothers knew, Ozpin had a lot of doubts, at times.

… it was slightly less nice, later. A tipsy General Ironwood made for far too many arguments with Leon for anybody’s comfort. Qrow, as usual, was happily getting drunk in one corner. But then, he hadn’t really wanted to come at all. He was mostly there for Oz, but… yeah. Maybe he shouldn’t have been? Oz really appreciated his presence, though.

Unfortunately, James was several years older than him. Though he was hosting, cutting the older man off might result in some very awkward moments, later. Especially as he wasn’t the thought to ever acknowledge the fact that he might have gotten rather drunk at the party. Oz rolled his eyes fondly, recognising the bottle James was currently pouring shots from. It was part of a private stash, yes, but why would he ever think it was Oz’s? The rather too loud conversation seemed to confirm his belief, but surely he knew that Oz never drank? There were too many old memories tied to previous incarnations for that.

He winced, getting a slightly closer look at the bottle in question. It was really a rather expensive whiskey, part of a gift he’d given to Qrow a few months ago. Maybe he wouldn’t notice? He certainly hadn’t seemed to notice much of anything except for the frequent heated glances he shot in Oz’s direction.

That might be for the best, though, the arguments were already getting out of hand.

He exchanged a wry smile with Glynda, who was rather obviously concealing the need to laugh at them all. She’d been his friend as long as he could remember, the instantaneous connection solidifying the moment she entered Beacon as a student for the first time, Oz should probably feel guilty about that, she’d been all of fourteen and he had been her headmaster. It had all been highly inappropriate.

But he couldn’t really bring himself to regret that, since she was the only other sober person here. Especially since she, like Summer, had never bought his claims of being nineteen. He still wasn’t certain which of them was technically the elder, though from the fact he did tend to listen to her… well. Neither one of them had ever been able to explain their connection. It just was. Easy and instant best friends, like the memory of another life.

There was something deeper there, perhaps, but it wasn’t something he wanted to dig out tonight. Theo had disappeared somewhere, probably to take another of his many smoke breaks, but Oz couldn’t blame him. It was rather loud, but at least they were all having fun.

There was far too little of that, recently.

[razzle-zazzle]

what's your raised by serpentine au about again?

Okay okay so. First off if you go through the tag for this AU some of the older posts are no longer super accurate because I changed things around since then (Cole is no longer the only human still alive in the tomb when Pythor breaks the seal is one of the biggest). And also I think there's a lot of stuff I came up with and then just. Never talked about. So this ask is incredibly serendipitous LMAO

Anyway. In RBS, the first major change is a timeline one—the Serpentine War that saw the Serpentine sealed into tombs occurred about 250 years pre-canon, not 40. This is mostly because it makes the whole "they've been gone so long that most people think the Serpentine are a myth" thing that was going on in Rise of the Snakes still a thing, and also because... why not? Wu and Garmadon would have still been around to commit war crimes, and it's not like there aren't ways for Chen to live to be nearly 300 years old.

The next major change is a bit more based in canon; remember how, in the flashbacks to the war in Tournament of Elements, when Garmadon was describing how Chen managed to turn members of the elemental alliance against the others, the one shown attacking the alliance was a Master of Earth? I do. I constantly think about that fact, if I'm being honest. Though, of course, the timeline being what it is, in RBS that Earth Master isn't Lily's father but rather a great great grandfather. Regardless, they turned against the alliance thanks to Chen's manipulations, so when the war ended and it was decided that sealing the Serpentine into sunless tombs against their will and regardless of whether they were soldier or civilian was a good idea (it was not), that Earth Master and a whole bunch of other humans were sealed into the Constrictai Tomb. So there's been a whole community of humans and Constrictai in there for two and a half centuries, with the Master of Earth among them the entire time.

You can probably guess where I'm going with this. But yeah, Lily, Lou, and Skalidor were in a sort of polycule (it was more qp on Skal's end but like. you get it). So when Lou and Lily both die via cave-in and sickness respectively, Cole ends up largely in Skalidor's care. Hence the title of the whole AU :]

tl;dr past master of earth was sealed into the constrictai's tomb and so cole never saw the sky until pythor rolled up to crack that tomb open

[the-cosmos-withinus]

Shadow Puppets AU - Sketchdump

Most of these are from a thread where Belos briefly frees the Collector using the bizarre magic of the Wailing Star, but there are side effects. I’m thinking of doing full illustrations of some of these sketches, do you have a favorite? 

Those top sketches were originally composition and framing tests for a fake screenshot sequence I was thinking of doing based on a scene we wrote. I’ve decided I’m not up for actually drawing the whole thing but the scene went like this

- 20 years into his reign as Emperor, Belos freed Astrophel (the Collector, for anyone new) with the aid of the Wailing Star, but it cost him his human form and ability to cast magic, and Astrophel’s powers were also significantly nuked - Using up so much of his power to try to free the Collector also caused Belos to go ‘Hollow’ making him incapable of feeling emotions until he consumes Palismen so they immediately go to the reserves to get him some -Said reserves are guarded by Coven Scouts with specific orders not to let Belos into the reserves when he is in his cursed form, otherwise he will devour all the Palismen, and there’s a brief battle with most of them staying to fight Belos and keep him from getting in while one went to retrieve Palismen, during this battle Belos killed one of the guards. -After he returned to his senses he dismissed the other Guards to ‘pay respects’ to the one he killed, but actually was just checking on Astrophel after losing track of him during the fight -was eventually reminded he needed to do something about the body, and after a little brainstorming, Astrophel suggested trying using glyphs, but not before he played with the blood like the little freak he is, the top right is a shot of Astrophel with blood on his hands, he licks the blood off in the RP but drawing it wasn’t working out so now he’s just looking at his bloody hands. -Belos uses the fire glyph to cremate the body, but the scent of cooking meat ends up being a bit too much for him and he stole a bite, much to his shame

Bottom left is a sketch of their first in-the-flesh meeting, totally ruined by the fact that Belos has no emotions at the moment but he tries his best, and Astrophel is certainly excited enough for the both of them.  Bottom right is from a different thread based in Philip’s childhood, in which Philip has decided to show his new friend ‘the funny tree’. Not depicted in this shot, but the tree has a face-like formation in it’s trunk and what appears to be a shapely rear which Philip finds absolutely hysterical because he has a sense of humor best described as  “I’m eight”. Actually in this particular scene, they’re making plans to sneak out after curfew so Philip can show Astrophel the fireflies- which is totally not going to go wrong in the slightest 

[figcookie01]

slave to love

[5tr4wbaby]

i really liked drawing my ocs' side profiles so i did some of the babies as babies. not very good at realistic skin shading 😬👍

[texas-writes]

Many Paths

Set a little while after graduation. Leon and Reader are both almost nineteen.

Warnings: unprotected sex, slight degradation, mention of pregnancy, Leon is fucking *built*

“You’re not really going to go, right Leon,” you ask, tucking your legs under you as you settle into the couch cushions.

He sighs and flops down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you towards him. “I… I’m not sure. I feel like it’s the right thing to do, but I feel like leaving is wrong too.”

“Then stay. You can wait another year before going to basic. You just graduated, you’re young, you’re free. Just spend the summer with me Leon, please?”

“Then what am I gonna do for work until then, huh?”

“You scored great on all your tests, all you have left is boot camp. You could come be a host where I work, it’d be nice to see you every day.”

He sighs and kisses the top of your head. “Yeah, I guess I could do that. It would be nice, but think of where we could go if I joined up now. We could go to like, Europe or something.”

“We?”

“Well, yeah, of course. Course I’d take you with me.”

“Wouldn’t that be…expensive because I’m a civilian?”

He chuckles and pulls you into his lap, draping his arms around your shoulders. “Not if we got married.”

“I- You- Le- married,” you splutter, turning to look him in the eyes. You’d been together since you were sixteen, almost three years, but you were still surprised by his forwardness. It was simply in Leon’s nature to joke about serious things like that, usually because it made him uncomfortable to wear his heart on his sleeve like that.

“What? You don’t want to marry me? I thought that’s what you wanted,” he asks, throwing his hands up defensively, feigning hurt.

“Well, yeah, I want that, but I thought you’d wait a long time to ask.”

“And risk losing a girl like you? No way,” he chuckles, bringing his lips to yours. “My parents aren’t gonna be gone until Thursday. Do you want to go to my room and, y’know,” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Only if you carry me,” you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck, making it easier for him to scoop his arms under you and carry you up the stairs.

“Anything for my Princess,” he jokes, untangling your arms from him and tossing you over his shoulder, making his way up the stairs to his room.

He tosses you on the bed and steps back, noticing how you watch him pull his shirt off and toss it into the hamper in his closet. His muscular back ripples as he moves, and his sweatpants rest low on his hips, allowing you to see the trail of blond hair that trailed down his belly and disappeared into the waistband, the sharp v cut of his muscles, God, he didn’t have on boxers either.

“You like what you see,” he taunts, stretching his arms above his head just to show off some.

“Mhm,” you whine, your hand trailing down your body and between your legs, gently touching yourself through your panties.

He leans forward, resting one hand on your thigh, using it to bear his weight while the other wraps around your wrist, pulling your hand away from your pussy.

“Come on now, you know that’s my job,” he chided, kneeling at the foot of the bed, throwing your legs over his shoulders and pulling you towards him. The sensation of him ghosting his fingers along the gusset of your panties before pulling them to the side is enough to make you shiver.

Leon’s breath fanning across your exposed flesh tickles as he pushes his face between your thighs, making you instinctively squeeze them together. His tongue is pleasantly hot as he presses it against your dripping sex, your taste making him salivate. He pulls away for a moment, spitting on your clit before grabbing your thighs and shoving his face into your pussy, kitten licking at your clit before dragging his tongue through your folds and burying it inside of you.

You use one hand to pull your skirt above your waist so you can watch him devour you, and the other slides into his sandy blond hair, cradling the back of his head while he mercilessly fucks you with his tongue, his nose bumping against your clit from time to time, making you squirm and tug at his hair.

He releases one of your thighs and replaces his tongue with two of his fingers, curling them inside of you as he pulls away, moving his other hand from your thigh and splaying it out across your belly, keeping your hips in place against the bed.

“I want you to cum on my face, I know you can do it,” he teases, curling his fingers into you, brushing against you with his thumb and smiling to himself when you whine and buck against his hand. “Can’t even speak, how pathetic, I haven’t even fucked you yet.” He returns his mouth to abusing your pussy, sucking harshly at your puffy clit, savoring every sound that comes out of you, holding himself back from just pouncing on you like an animal.

Your thighs quivering around his head only urges him to eat you with more frevor than before. His tongue laps at you softly while your cunt squeezes his fingers as they slow their pace inside you, easing you through your orgasam. He pulls away and admires the way your thighs glisten and your weeping pussy flutters around nothing as he pushes his sweatpants down his hips and stands before you, completely naked.

Leon is an absolute sight as you rake your eyes up his body to meet his. A mixture of his saliva and your juices drip down his chin and he wipes it away with the back of his hand, giving you a small smirk. You grab at the bottom of your shirt and begin weakly trying to pull it off of you, eager to get to the main attraction of the evening. He comes around the side of the bed and wraps an arm around you under your arms, pulling you up the bed so your head rests on one of his pillows. His scent fills your nostrils, making you sigh and relax. He makes quick work of pulling your shirt off you and is pleased to find that you didn’t bother wearing a bra when you decided to come over.

“No bra,” he teases, hooking his finger in the waistband of your panties and pulling them down your legs, tossing them somewhere behind him. “Whore.”

You whine at his degrading choice of words and spread your legs, reaching between them and spreading yourself open for him to see. He just laughs condescendingly and climbs onto the bed over top of you, wasting no time in lining himself up with your entrance and pushing his engorged head into you. You try to roll your hips against his, trying to get him to push deeper into you, but he just holds your hips down and stares at where the two of you are joined, relishing in the fact that he’s the one that gets to use you like this, that it’s his name that falls from your lips when you touch yourself, that you belong to him.

The very thought is enough to make him consider finishing inside you, but then again, you were already enrolled to start your college courses in the fall. It would be cruel of him to take that from you, but by God did he want to fuck a baby into you. You just looked so damn good, and took all of him so well. He never said it but he knew that if you ever left him he would be a lost man, indeed.

Finally after what felt to you like ages he bottoms out inside you, not even bothering to let you adjust to being full before he’s pounding into you relentlessly. You just felt so fucking good around him, and the way you moaned? It was heaven to him. He grabs your ankles, pulling them to rest on his shoulders, making him groan when he hits a deeper place inside you, turning his head to kiss your ankle.

You’re a whimpering mess under him as you reach your second orgasam, squeezing him so well that he’s not sure if he even has the willpower to pull out, but he does, finishing all over your tummy as you lay there trying to catch your breath.

He chuckles and unzips your skirt, pulling it off of you and using it to clean up his mess before tossing it aside and falling into bed beside you. “That was nice,” he murmurs, pulling you into his chest and pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.

“Mhm,” you agree softly, lacing your fingers with his.

“I love you.”

“Love you too, Leon.”

“I’ll stay here until you go to school if it’ll make you happy.”

“You mean that,” you question, releasing his hand and rolling over to face him.

“Of course baby, the military can wait another few months to get ahold of me,” he whispers, pressing his lips to yours softly. “You need anything?”

“Nap.”

“Looks like we can agree on that too,” he chuckles, resting his forehead against yours and letting his eyes fall shut. Before you can even think of a response he’s snoring softly beside you.

[themculibrary]

There's another one where Foggy's family adapts Matt or another super sad and emotional one from Matt pls

is it this fic?

He Has a Few Complexes (ao3) - telm_393 T, 23k

Summary: In which Matt Murdock does not need nice things or non-essential feelings such as happiness, and Foggy Nelson is an unexpected (and vaguely bemused, though mostly skeptical) addition to the ongoing saga of 'Matthew Murdock Walks Alone'.

- Tori

[hickeygender]

reading an unpublished partial draft and realizing that the fic isn't gonna finish itself