#remn au

[yams-here]

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[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 59

part 1 | part 58 | ao3

cw: canon-typical horror/gore (like for real this time), emetophobia, reference to minor character death. ty to @thisapplepielife for indulging my weirdly specific research about headstones

Steve tries to follow her — gets shot down before he even gets within speaking range, Max shouting at him to give her a minute the second she spots him coming over the hill. He backs off, hands raised in surrender, and then…

Well, then he’s already out of the car.

Well then his feet know where to take him.

His dad’s grave isn’t far. Maybe a football field away, close enough that he’ll be able to hear it if Max calls for help. He moves toward it without thought, his legs carrying him past simple overgrown markers in the oldest part of the park — crumbling remnants of civil war soldiers, farmers and shopkeepers and factory workers, people who worked the mines, people who died before his grandfather was born. People who might have been loved once, before time and moss and water stripped their names off of the stones.

Up the next slope, the markers get more elaborate, shift from bronze to granite to marble, to monuments and mausoleums and a fucking obelisk; ostentatious displays of the town’s oldest money. The coal barons, the oil tycoons. Rotten bastards, Wayne might say.

The Harringtons aren't that rich. They're further down the hill in a neatly manicured row of Indiana limestone; fresh flowers on each grave, the weeds plucked, the grass trimmed.

Dad's buried right next to Grandpa Otis.

It almost looks nice.

Crisp, clean, dry. Nothing to suggest the messy wet red of his father's demise. Steve shoves his hands in his front pockets and steps up to his dad's plot, toes the edge of it, the rounded lump of earth, sparse grass and loose soil where his father's bones are laid. The ground gives a little under his weight, the dirt compacting. Could he dig this up with just his hands? Could he claw through until he reached the bottom, pry open the box and peer inside? Unbidden, the image forms in his mind: worm food and rot, half a man left inside, somehow still frowning in disappointment with his jaw bone shining clean.

Steve's stomach turns. A sick shiver runs through him, saliva flooding his mouth, sweat beading at his hair line.

This isn't right.

Something's not right.

There's a sudden chill in the air, frigid wind carrying a smell like roadkill in the summer — heat wafting from the pavement, death clogging up his throat. Steve covers his nose and wills his shoulders down from his ears; tries to mutter words of comfort to himself under his breath. “Just a graveyard, Steve. Just a totally… normal…”

Ice on the back of his neck. Steve tenses every muscle, turns his good ear toward the sound of whatever's creeping up on him; something taller than him, something slithering and wet, its rasping rattles of frozen breath sending goosebumps down Steve's arms. His hands twitch inside his pockets.

Then, a voice — a voice that isn’t his, that can’t be anyone’s, because the man it belonged to is dead. “That Munson boy was right about you."

Steve can't fucking breathe. Dark clouds roll in around him, violent as a blooming bruise, and that voice behind him echoes — distorted, vicious; hungry.

"You are a black hole."

Steve grabs two fistfuls of his own hair and tugs; wills the pain to dispel the nightmare, his eyes swimming from the sting.

The thing behind him laughs. "Look how you ruined your mother," it snarls. "Look how you tore her apart.”

"Shut up!" Steve barks with his hands over his ears.

“Steve…” The voice deepens, beckons, thick with malice and rot. Steve slowly turns to face it, trembling all over, pulse thudding in his ears, and his shoes squelch in the dirt, and when he looks down he sees that the dirt has turned to mud that now turns to oozing red, a viscous river beneath his feet, flowing up over his ankles, pouring from his father's grave. And there, in front of him, a mangled remnant stands. The ruined corpse of Richard Harrington, his skin shriveled and gray, the torn parts of him held together by his clothes. There’s a hole in his torso where the exposed ribs glint like knives.

Steve throws up on himself.

The ground gives way beneath him, goes spongy like rotting meat, and the thing wearing his dad's face cackles as Steve sinks into the earth, the grave swallowing him whole, up to his calves, his knees, his thighs. "Join me," it offers, lipless smile full of teeth.

The glamor peels back to reveal a monster underneath, its scarred skin crawling in mucus-coated vines; naked, long-limbed, stitched together with burnt flesh.

Steve screams as he scrambles for purchase, up to his hips now in the muck, his feet on the lid of his dad's casket. He claws blindly at the loose ground but it’s all thick and wet with red, and the air itself is red; blood in the sky, in his eyes, in his lungs. He's going to die here. The voice tells him so. It's in his head now, a bellowing echo as the monster draws near, one hideous hand outstretched, an all-consuming join me, join me, JOIN ME—

“HEY!!!”

Max shouts directly in his face, shaking him hard by both shoulders where they're crouched on the cool ground, Kate Bush leaking from the headphones slung around her neck. Steve gives a startled shout and jerks back out of her grip, falling hard on his ass, landing harder on his elbows.

The world shifts back to blue. To dry, clean grass. To breathable air.

Steve pants up at the sky. His shirt clings to him where he's soaked it through with sweat. When Max offers him a hand, he stands on shaky legs, looks at the ground beneath his feet and screams again, scurrying back until his ass hits a stranger's headstone.

There’s a dent in the earth where he was standing. A smudge of packed dirt where he really did sink in. Steve stares at it; feels it reaching out for him, the dark patch thudding like a heart beat, spreading out like snaking vines.

He clutches at his heaving chest. Max’s eyes are huge on him.

"Okay, what the fuck?" she begs.

"What the fuck yourself!"

No heat behind the words, but they burn him, anyway, pushed out on a weak gasp. Is this what she was talking about? Is this what she calls nothing?

This doesn't feel like fucking nothing.

“Shit," she says, and her eyes go even wider. Steve can see the veins in them. "Shit, Steve, your nose…”

He swipes his arm across his face.

It comes back red.

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part 60

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[maskyartist]

i hate my adhd cause it’s like “you should start an ask blog about ur Team REMN AU” and I’m sitting here like “please god I just wanna sleep I have work in the morning”

if anyone’s actually curious this is what I’ve started calling my AU that has Roman, Neo, Emerald, and Mercury. the whole name is Team Remnant n I thought it was clever n cool

[basically-rainbow-aus]

In your REMN AU (cool idea btw, love it), how does the reincarnation work. Does Salem reincarnation and if so who follows her? ALSO Penny, who does she replace and who replaces her?

“Come in.”

The reincarnation happens in very much the same way as it does in canon for Salem, as she is followed by Penny Polendina, a young farmgirl from Mistral.

Penny, as such, is replaced by Oscar. However, Salem’s Inner Circle now consists of Adrian Cotta-Arc (taking the place of Glynda Goodwitch), General Jacques Schnee (taking the place of James Ironwood) and Coco Adel (taking the place of Qrow Branwen).

Thanks for the question! Remember inbox is OPEN for questions about RMEN and the Swap AU!

[confidenceatitsfinest]

The Fire Was Screaming Out Your Name (And I Watched You Burn) Ch. 6

Pairing: Jungkook/Jimin

Description: Mafia au

Jungkook was Jimin’s most trusted right-hand man. While Jungkook is dutiful and devoted towards Jimin, their relationship and past is slowly unveiled, but not without turmoil and conflict.

Author’s Note: New year means new chapter for this fic! Yay!!! 2019 was honestly SO HAHA YIKES for me so here’s to 2020 being a better year for mental and emotional health. Hope you enjoy this chapter and I’ll see you in the next one!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Crossposted on AO3

Jimin frowned, gripping his fountain so hard it was almost at the point of snapping in two. He had really not expected to delegate any of his time or attention to the Jeons this early when they weren’t even a threat to him yet, but even he had to admit that Suwoong’s words sparked an undeniable awareness of their growing monopoly over key territories. These were territories that could bring billions of dollars in profit in the right hands and there was no way Jimin would give up his portion so easily.

There was a knock and the door opened to reveal Kim Namjoon, standing tall in his black suit. Jimin relaxed a little, at least he still had the Kim’s and Min’s on his side.

“Namjoon hyung, what brings you all the way here from Ilsan?” Jimin stood up to move to the plush leather seating area.

“I wanted to see how you were doing, Jimin-ah, plus I have some information I think would be useful to you.” Namjoon took a set across from Jimin and leaned forward, clasped hands resting on his knees, a serious expression taking over his features.

Jimin sighed, running a hand through his hair, “Seokjin hyung, do you mind getting us some tea?”

The older male, still standing beside the door, nodded before leaving, casting a worried glance at the two powerful men. Even heknew, if Namjoon was here in person it had to be something crucial. He just hoped whatever it was wouldn’t disturb the peace too much. There were too many people he cared about within these walls.

“Jimin-ah, I understand that right now, the Jeon’s are no match for you even if they used all of their men. However, from my data, their power is rising exponentially and it won’t be too long until they become a threat, not only to you, but us as well. We need to regroup and make sure the balance is kept the way it is.” Namjoon’s eyebrows were furrowed, hands clenching and unclenching.

“I wasn’t expecting us to need to intervene so soon, but I can’t say I didn’t see it coming eventually. Well, this is going to be a shit show isn’t it?” Jimin crossed his legs and leaned back, he could feel a headache starting to form behind his eyes.

“Better to be safe now then sorry later I suppose. There’s also something else you should know, Jimin-ah.” Jimin narrowed his eyes, Namjoon rarely ever looked hesitant or uncertain, but right now he looked very reluctant on saying whatever he was going to say.

“You might as well spit it out, hyung, how bad could it be?”

“I’m not going to say anything is one hundred percent confirmed, but I had my people dig as deep as they could into the Jeon’s family history and one of your men’s names was in their records.”

Jimin froze. Deep inside he already has a suspicion and the curiosity was killing him, but another part of him wanted to prevent Jungkook from getting too involved, especially considering the way he had found the younger boy. “It’s Jungkook isn’t it? Tell me everything you know.”

Namjoon nodded grimly, “Thing is, we don’t know much except his name was on their family tree from the year he was born but all information was erased and he hasn’t appeared in their records since five years before he joined your faction. The man Jeon Jungkook is a walking ghost, Jimin-ah. Are – are you sure he can be trusted so close by your side?”

“Namjoon hyung, with all due respect, any one of my men would gladly throw their lives away for me,” except Jimin would do the same for Jungkook, though he would never say that out loud with so many risks, “the only difference is he would take down at least ten of my enemies before going down himself. Regardless, I do appreciate you caring enough to tell me these things.”

“Alright, you know I trust your judgment when it comes to your men. We’ve had Hoseok-ssi and Seokjin-ssi’s help enough times to know your training is effective. I’m going to meet with Yoongi hyung soon and then we can all talk about our next steps. I have to go now, but take care…Jungkook-ssi too.”

With that, Namjoon stood up to leave, casting one last concerned glance at Jimin before opening the door. He bumped into Seokjin who was holding a tray of tea, startling the older male.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Seokjin-ssi. Please pardon me.” Seokjin only nodded and stepped aside to let him pass. He couldn’t help but think, ‘Since when did he even remember my name?’

“Jimin? Do you still want the tea? I wasn’t expecting you two to finish so soon.” Seokjin sent the tray down on the table beside the mafia leader.

“Yes, thank you hyung. Could you tell Hoseok hyung to come see me once he’s back?”

Jin nodded, “Let me know if you need anything else, Jimin. I can make you a home-cooked meal.” He quietly slipped out of the office again, despite the typical uninterested expression Jimin always wore, Jin could tell he was exhausted.

Jimin closed his eyes and tilted his head back, he needed to take inventory of his arsenal and crack down on training the newer members of his faction. There was no room for mistakes now and he had to be prepared. He had to be ready for whatever came at him, but if that meant Jungkook would turn his back and betray him like that, he’d… No, Jungkook wouldn’t do that. It’s ridiculous to even consider the possibility. His Jungkook would never.

Maybe sending Jungkook out on a recon mission wasn’t the best idea. If Namjoon knew about his connection with the Jeon’s, there’s a chance they did too. Despite sharing the same last name, Jimin didn’t know what they could do to Jungkook if they ever got their hands on him. Blood didn’t always mean a pleasant, familial relationship as demonstrated by his own interactions with his brother.

At this point, there was no use in worrying about Jungkook. He hated to leave things to unfold on their own, but this time he’d have to trust Jungkook. There wasn’t anyone else he trusted in more, no one who he believed was skilled enough.

It was two in the morning when Jimin finally settled into bed by himself. While he usually slept by himself, having Jungkook beside him for a few nights once in awhile made him crave the contact again and again. Now that he was alone in his bed, there was much to think about, too much to think about and his mental capacity had already been drained by today’s events. He closed his eyes in an attempt to fall asleep, tomorrow would be another frustratingly eventful day.

Jimin never really understood why people missed other people, didn’t understand what it meant to long for someone. All he ever felt when he was younger was the longing to leave people, to get revenge, to slaughter, to make them feel the pain that they inflicted on him. He only ever experienced something akin to comraderie and fondness when he first became the head of his own organization and gotten closer to Yoongi, Taehyung, Namjoon, and even Seokjin and Hoseok whom he only intended to establish a subordinate relationship with. Otherwise, he didn’t have any connections of affection to this world.

Then he had found Jungkook, merely two years younger than him, but looking so much more innocent and helpless than Jimin. He didn’t know why he felt such a need to take him in and make him so strong, Jungkook wouldn’t even remember what being weak felt like. That night, Jungkook looked at him like he was the world, doe eyes sparkling with admiration and an overwhelming devotion that Jimin had never seen directed towards him before.

From that point on, Jungkook became the closest person he’d ever let near him and the only person Jimin had ever admitted to himself that he missed. And right now, alone, cold sheets against his skin, he missed Jungkook.

Jimin turned on his side and stared at the empty space next to him. When Jungkook came back, he was going to have the younger sleep with him. With that thought, Jimin began drifting off.

“…pathetic. Look at you, groveling on the floor. You weren’t born to be trash, but here you are.”

Jimin cried out in pain as a foot struck his abdomen once again. “Pl-please, please stop. I’m sorry, s-sorry. I’ll do better, please just stop.”

“You dare call yourself a Park with so many failures? You are a disgrace to our family name. It’s disgusting to call this pathetic excuse of a son my next heir.”

Jimin cradled his tender cheek, a bright red handprint making his jaw throb, a reminder of the disappointment he was. He backed up into the corner, tears and snot running down his face.

“How dare you hide yourself from me?! You can’t even take one hit and you want me to let you do things your way? Hah! I’ll teach you a lesson, boy, and we’ll see who’s method works best.”

Ten-year-old Jimin screamed, crying and begging, curling into a ball in a last-ditch effort to protect himself from the blows that were coming.

“…s-stop, hnnnn, don’t – ” Jimin woke with a gasp, silk pajamas sticking to his sweaty skin.

“Fuck, why can’t that asshole die already…” He brushed his fingers through his damp hair, face scrunched up in frustration and an underlying anger.

Jimin stripped out of his clothes and turned on the lights to his bathroom. He look at himself in the mirror. His jawline was now chiseled to a sharp angle, body tight and fully capable of fighting, eyes hard with determination. No, he wasn’t the same sniveling and pitiful child anymore. He tore his eyes away from his own reflection and got under the piercing cold spray of the shower. Jimin stood there in silence and hated how he could still feel those phantom remnants of the blue and black bruises that used to litter his body. He hated how he still remembered what it felt like to move an inch and feel like his body was caving in on itself. Hated how it still felt so fresh, so vivid in his mind.

Jimin didn’t even notice when he started to scratch at his neck and chest. Bright red streaks stood out against the paleness of his skin from the ice cold water. All he could think of and wanted to do was to stop the feeling of those too-tight hands on his body. Why did he let himself endure that treatment? Why didn’t he fight back, yell something, anything? Why did he suffer for so long? Why was he so weak?

Jimin wanted to scream, anger bubbling under his skin. Leaving the Park family wasn’t for his sake, it was to spare the lives of his bloodline from his wrath after he’d gained his own power. Whatever he had now was no thanks to his family, but he could accredit his ruthlessness and his drive for revenge to them. Family was just a formal term at this point. Those people were nothing more than cockroaches to him now, only contacting him to ask for money or help. As if he would give them anything. All of them, heartless bastards.

Except his mother…his poor mother who had suffered from illness until the end. It made sense that she was different, she wasn’t from the society Jimin was in right now. She had unknowingly stepped into this ring of hell when she fell into the trap of love. With her last breath, she still defended the importance of love to him.

‘Jungkook-ah, whatever happened in your past, I hope you didn’t have to endure as much as me. For your sake, I hope so.’

[lunalchemist]

Rain.

detective x criminal au

remn (left character) belongs to estle rune (deviantart, instagram)

part one // https://moondustatelier.deviantart.com/art/OC-Rain-I-739184790

part two // https://moondustatelier.deviantart.com/art/OC-Rain-II-739260199

[yams-here]

Team REMN au: Beacon's faculty

their personalities remain mainly the same don't worry (except for Cinder's because she's annoying)

small notes for fun because idk this is the first time I've drawn any of these characters: - Cinder's outfit is like a mix of all of her outfits in one, and yes, she DOES have a Grimm arm. Salem found her injured and that's the only way she knows how to heal. Although Cinder is grateful, Salem still regrets it - Arthur is that one teacher you either hate or love. He has sent many of his students crying out of his class but to this day none of them have failed - Tyrian does have his mechanical tail. Most of the injuries inflicted on this group canonically happened - Hazel can hold every single one of his students by the scruff like a kitten. this is very important information. - Salem does have her Grimm features, but she covers all her skin and wears kind of a goofy looking mask to hide them so she doesn't scare anyone away - Salem has made peace with her immortality (if she had the chance to get rid of it she'd take it though) and decided to use her infinitely extending life span to help as many people as possible. She can control grimm, but controlling every single one in existance would take too much of a toll to her, so she'd rather teach her students how to destroy them instead - SUPER MAD that the literal final boss of RWBY didn't get a weapon so she gets a cool witch hat that floats behind her back. She mainly uses it for magic and defense but I can see her using it like kung lao's blade hat lol She prefers to avoid fighting tho

[yams-here]

Team REMN au but it's Roman and Neo meeting for the first time

[yams-here]

their version of receiving a pet in the mail (Curry)

[yams-here]

Team REMN alternate outfits (like in a further down the story, kinda leading to the mecha fight way)

[yams-here]

REMN AU: Some other students

There is no high school without teens butting heads so I decided to add a Team CRDL and JNPR equivalent but making them the same team because uhhh who cares lol

(yes that's adam he kept being put with Junior and the Malachite Twins in some official stuff + their color palettes go well together so why not make him their 4th member lol its a roleswap au after all)

But I hear you ask "Yams but where is everyone's favourite character Cardin!!" He now takes Junior's place

[yams-here]

I HAVE CHANGED THE TEAM NAME SO I DON'T CROWD THE SAME TAG THEY'RE TEAM REMN (REMNANT) NOW

(but I like the idea of people misreading their team name as "ramen" as a running gag)

RWBY swap au for funsies because the idea of these four as a hunter team tickles me

(Based on @basically-rainbow-aus ideas but since they didn't have a reference sheet for their designs I had to quench my thirst for drawing this au some OTHER WAY so this is just my take on it but go check the og out if you get the chance :D)

I'll probably do some more doodles of these 4 sometime tbh they got me on a grip

(ALSO JUST TO BE CLEAR: THESE AUS ARE NOT THE SAME!! THIS IS MY TAKE ON IT AND IT DOESN'T FOLLOW THE SAME BEATS AS THE ONE THAT INSPIRED ME)

[romanpolitan]

HEGEHEGRHHEHGEJEGEJEJEGRJRH ALREADY FUMBLED SOMETHING…. 😭😭😭

Team REMN au but it's Roman and Neo meeting for the first time