#revenant scar au

[stiffyck]

Revenant au doodles. Some rough designs for the three. Might do cub next.

Please filter this au out if you don’t like main character death as this au is does deal with death and if I post more about this there will most likely be death. The tag I will be using is “revenant scar au”.

Grian: asura thief

Scar: sylvari ranger revenant

Mumbo: charr engineer

[perry-the-platypus-f1cs]

COD AU IDEA FROM POLL!

Okay. so this post is a response to this post

So. the AU idea that I came up with is kinda a weird one......

Its a descendants au.

does it make sense? No. am I sleep deprived? mabey.

Price is the son of Scar (he's a lion hybrid OKAY)

Gaz is the son of Dr facilier

Soap is the son of Captain hook

Ghost is the son of Queen Grimhilde (Evil Queen)

...so ya.

there's also another one.

Cluedo au

Price as Colonel Mustard

Gaz as Professor plum.

Soap as Miss Scarlett

Ghost as revenant green.

(do not ask because I have no idea why my brain spawned these.)

[bunnist4rz]

THE MERMAID'S EMBRACE; LEON KENNEDY

synopsis; Captain Leon Kennedy, a pirate in Tortuga, is drawn into an adventure when a young sailor presents him with a map to the legendary Isla de la Máscara. After a storm shipwrecks him, he awakens on a beach and meets a mermaid, you, who helps him heal. As their bond deepens, Leon must choose between his pirate life and the love he has found in the ocean. When his crew returns, driven by greed, Leon must protect the mermaid from his former brothers. Ultimately, he discovers that the greatest treasure lies in love and the freedom of the sea. word count; 2k contents; leon kennedy/reader, fem!reader, pirate!leon, set in a pirate au, fluff, a litte bittersweet(?), pirate/mermaid a/n; I had so much fun writing this!!! I hope you have fun reading it tho 😸😸

In a quaint tavern along the bustling coast of Tortuga, the air had the aroma of spiced rum and the sound of sailors' boisterous laughter. Captain Leon Kennedy sat alone at the bar, his eyes tracing the swirls of amber liquid in his mug, lost in thought. The candlelight danced on the scarred wood, casting deep shadows across his weathered face, etched with lines of a thousand battles and the whispers of a thousand storms.

The tavern door slammed open, letting in a gust of salty air that carried with it the distant rumble of thunder. The chatter fell to a murmur as the newcomer's eyes scanned the room, searching for the man he sought. The stranger was a young sailor, no more than a boy, really, with a wild look in his eyes and a map clutched tightly in his trembling hand. He approached the captain, his voice shaking with excitement. "I've got it, Sir! The map to the Isla de la Máscara!"

Leon's gaze snapped up, the name jolting him out of his reverie. He took the map, his calloused hands carefully unfolding the yellowed parchment. It was said that the island held a treasure so great, it could grant a man the power to rule the seas. The legend had haunted him for years, ever since he'd stumbled upon a tattered journal detailing the adventures of a long-lost pirate who claimed to have found the island's location.

"How did you come by this?" Leon asked, his voice low and gruff.

The boy gulped. "My granddaddy, he was a pirate like you, Captain. He said it was for someone worthy, someone who could handle its... secrets."

Leon studied the map, the lines and symbols etched into it seemingly telling a story of their own. He recognized the layout of the Caribbean, the swirls of the ocean currents, and the carefully drawn islands. But what truly captivated him was the crimson X that marked the spot of the Isla de la Máscara. He knew the price of obsession and had seen men lose their minds in the pursuit of such myths, but something about this map felt... real

"Your grandfather was a wise man," he murmured, tracing the X with his finger. "This treasure could change everything." He folded the map and tucked it into his jacket. "Gather your things, lad. We set sail at dawn."

The storm had come upon them without warning, the kind that seemed to be born of pure malice. The Black Revenant was tossed about like a child's toy, the crew's shouts lost in the howling winds and the relentless pounding of waves against the hull. Leon had fought his share of battles, but the sea was an enemy unlike any other.

In the chaos, he saw a flash of white, a figure in the water, and then nothing. The ship's bow dipped sharply, and a wall of water crashed over the deck, sending him tumbling into the cold abyss. He struggled against the merciless embrace of the ocean, his lungs burning as he plummeted into the inky depths.

When he woke, the storm had abated, the world around him a blur of blue and green. He lay on a sandy beach, the warmth of the sun seeping into his bones. Above him, a face hovered, framed by a cascade of emerald hair. Your eyes were as deep as the sea itself, and you regarded him with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"You live," you said, your voice a melody that seemed to resonate from the very heart of the ocean.

Leon coughed, tasting saltwater and sand. "What... what are you?"

You offered a gentle smile. "I am... something you've only ever heard in stories. A mermaid."

The revelation hit him like a second storm. He had seen much in his life, but nothing had prepared him for this. Yet, as he stared into your eyes, he felt a strange comfort, as if he had been found by a guardian angel amidst the fury of the sea.

"My name is Leon," he managed to say, his voice hoarse. "What's yours?"

"I am called [name]," you replied, your gaze never leaving his. "I have brought you here to heal."

Leon sat up, his eyes scanning the deserted beach. "What do you mean, 'heal'?"

Your smile grew wider, revealing a set of perfect teeth. "You are a curiosity, Leon. A man with a heavy heart. I wish to know more about you."

Leon felt a weight lift from his chest at your words. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he didn't feel the need to hide his pain. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the beach, he began to tell her your story, of the battles he'd fought, the treasures he'd sought, and the ghosts that chased him across the sea.

Their conversations grew longer and more intimate as the days passed. You would come to the shore at dawn and dusk, sharing tales of her underwater world and listening to his stories of adventure. Leon found solace in your company, a peace he hadn't felt since before he'd taken up the life of a pirate.

One evening, as they sat on the beach watching the sunset, You leaned in closer. "Your crew," your said, you voice a whisper, "they come for you. And for me."

Leon's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

"They seek the treasure of Isla de la Máscara," you explained. "But they also seek to capture me for their own gain."

The thought of anyone harming you ignited a fire in Leon's chest. He stood, the sand shifting beneath his boots. "They won't find us here," he said, his voice firm. "I'll protect you."

You placed a hand on his arm. "But at what cost, Leon?" Your eyes searched his, the depth of your concern for him palpable. "Your men, they are not like you. They are driven by greed and violence. They would not understand us."

Leon clenched his fists, his jaw set. "They are still my responsibility," he said. "I will not let them harm you."

As the stars twinkled in the night sky, the distant silhouette of a ship emerged on the horizon. Your heart raced as you recognized the unmistakable outline of the Black Revenant. "They have found us," you murmured, a hint of fear in your voice.

Leon's expression grew grim as he surveyed the approaching ship. He knew the dangers it brought and the choice he must make. He turned to you, taking your hand in his. "You must go. Return to the safety of your world."

"No," you protested. "I will not leave you to face them alone."

"You must," he insisted, his grip firm but gentle. "If they capture you, your world will be lost to me forever."

With a heavy heart, you kissed him, feeling the warmth of his skin against your cold, fish-like tail. Then, with one final look that spoke of a love that transcended worlds, you slipped into the waves, disappearing into the night.

Leon watched you go, the sound of the retreating waves echoing his sorrow. He knew he had to act swiftly. Gathering his strength, he stumbled through the jungle, back to where he had hidden his weapons and supplies. As he dressed his wounds and sharpened his blade, he mentally prepared himself for the confrontation that lay ahead.

The following dawn saw the Black Revenant's longboats rowing to shore. Leon stepped out from the foliage, the sun glinting off his sword. His crew, led by the treacherous first mate, Captain Jack Krauser, spotted him and disembarked.

"Leon!" Jack bellowed. "You've cost us our ship and our treasure!"

Leon's eyes narrowed. "The treasure is not worth the price of your freedom," he said, his voice firm.

Jack sneered. "You've been bewitched by some sea siren!"

"They are not a siren," Leon corrected, his voice low and dangerous. "And they are not yours to take."

The tension grew thick as the crew drew their weapons, their eyes reflecting their greed and malice. Leon's crew had once been his brothers, but now they were a pack of wolves, hungry for what they could not comprehend.

The battle was fierce, a dance of steel and sweat on the sandy shore. Leon's blade sang as he fought off the men who had once followed him without question. Each clang of metal against metal echoed through the air, a symphony of his struggle between loyalty and love.

As the tide of the fight turned against him, you emerged from the sea, riding a giant sea turtle. Your eyes were aflame with power, and a pod of dolphins flanked you, ready to do your bidding. The sight of you, a vision of power and beauty, struck fear into the hearts of the pirates.

Leon's crew froze, their eyes wide with terror and awe. Blackbeard took one look at you and realized the folly of their mission. He dropped his sword and retreated, the rest of the crew quickly following.

The beach grew still once again, the only sounds the lapping of the waves and the ragged breaths of the two figures standing on the shore. Leon looked at you, the love in his eyes unmistakable. "I can't lose you," he said, his voice raw with emotion.

You stepped closer, the water of the retreating tide caressing your legs. "Then come with me," you offered. "To my world, where we can live in peace."

The decision weighed heavily on Leon. He thought of the life he knew, the adventures he'd had, the camaraderie of his crew, and the legend he'd built as Captain of the Black Revenant. But as he stared into your eyes, he knew that his heart had already been captured by the mysterious depths of the sea and the mermaid who had saved him.

"Take me to your world," he said finally, the words heavy with resolve.

Your smile was like the dawn breaking over the horizon, lighting up your face. "You must understand," you said, your voice softer than a whisper of the sea breeze. "You will be giving up everything you know. Your life as a human, your ship, your crew."

Leon nodded solemnly, gripping the hilt of his sword. "For you, I would give up the very stars," he replied, his voice steady despite the gravity of his choice.

Together, you ventured into the ocean, the cool water enveloping them as they swam away from the shore. The transformation was agonizing yet exhilarating, Leon's body morphing into that of a merman, his legs fusing into a powerful tail that propelled him through the water. His lungs burned as he took in the briny air, but you were there, guiding him through the pain and into the embrace of the sea.

As they descended into the blue abyss, the world around them changed, becoming a kaleidoscope of color and light. Schools of fish parted before them, and curious sea creatures approached to examine the newest member of their realm. The pressure increased, but so did Leon's excitement, his heart racing with the thrill of discovery.

Finally, they reached your underwater kingdom, a city of coral and pearl that gleamed in the bioluminescent glow of the deep sea. The merfolk of your world greeted you with a mix of curiosity and caution, their voices a symphony of bubbles and whispers. You introduced Leon as your beloved, and despite their initial wariness, they accepted him into their fold.

Leon and you became an inseparable pair, exploring the vast, uncharted waters and sharing their lives with each other. The treasure of Isla de la Máscara remained undiscovered, its legend fading into whispers. The pirates of the captain Jack moved on, seeking new prizes, while Leon found the greatest treasure of all in the love of a mermaid and the freedom of a life beneath the waves.

Their story grew into a legend of its own, a tale of love and sacrifice that echoed through the depths of the ocean. Sailors spoke of a merman and mermaid who guarded the seas, helping those in distress and keeping the balance between the worlds above and below the surface.

Leon's human life was forgotten, replaced by a new existence filled with wonder and purpose. He learned to navigate the currents and tides, to speak the language of the sea, and to command the respect of the creatures that dwelled within it.

But as the years drifted by, Leon's thoughts often returned to the world he had left behind. The faces of his crew, the sound of the ship's bell, the smell of the salty air—these memories grew faint, yet never disappeared entirely. Yet, each time he gazed into your eyes, the pain of his past was washed away by the beauty of your world and the love that bound them together.

In the quiet moments, as they lay on the ocean floor, watching the ebb and flow of the sea, Leon knew that he had made the right choice. For in the embrace of the sea, he had discovered a treasure more precious than gold—a love that had transformed him into something more than he ever could have been on land.

[imtrashraccoon]

I know it’s a little late for spooky month stuff but I don’t care so maybe the dragon au of the dark fortress…..like when they first got cursed from the sorcerer? I don’t know…it’s like super early right now.

Never too late, friend! :3

Bit of a warning, but this one is a bit dark. There are no happy endings here although I wouldn't say it's too graphic.

Part 1 & Part 2

It was a miserable night when they came.

For the first time in months, Lord Donovan had pulled his henchmen and armies back into his own territory to rest and recover their mana reserves. No one actually knew that though, as very few people ever escaped the carnage he was known for. The worst storm in decades had descended on the once flourishing Kingdom of Shiftingtails, now the heart of corruption and where the Dark Fortress had emerged from the very earth.

So imagine with me, the surprise that the dark lord must've felt when he received word that a mysterious stranger had appeared at the gate. He allowed them to enter, if to find out what kind of fool would come to him in this weather. Maybe they could provide some form of meager entertainment?

The person brought before him wasn't anything like he'd been expecting. They were dressed in non-descript clothing, walked with a limp, and had to rely on a staff in order to keep their balance. Their ethnicity wasn't easily discerned and their eyes were white with blindness, yet they showed no difficulty navigating through the fortress. Lord Donovan couldn't even determine if they possessed any significant well of mana or not. Still, he allowed the stranger into his court to hear what they had to say.

His henchmen were present of course. Why should they miss out on the fun? While the dark lord was perfectly capable of defending himself, it was good to have a little extra muscle for appearances sake. And if the stranger did try anything, he wouldn't need to get his hands dirty when his men would all too gladly jump at the chance to draw blood.

The stranger's voice was rough with age and Lord Donovan found himself wondering if they'd gone senile long ago. Still, they weren't afraid to condemn the evil he'd done, the hundreds he'd personally killed, and the countless others he'd scarred for life in more ways than one. He'd heard it all before of course, but what the stranger said next, chilled him to the bone.

"If only Sir Finn could have seen what you've become..."

With a snarl, Lord Donovan nearly leaped to his feet but managed to restrain himself from tearing the stranger apart. His mind was clouded with rage. How dare they carelessly mention that name?!

"WHO ARE YOU?!" the dark lord bellowed, not bothering with his usual faux politeness anymore.

"I am the past and your ilk has no future," the stranger answered.

Lord Donovan became aware of two things in that moment. His henchmen were growing restless; especially Dirk, who had started fiddling with his dagger, but Reven and Maul were also poised to attack if he gave the word. Unfortunately, they would stand no chance if he did because he now knew who the mysterious stranger was.

As soon as the realization occurred to him, the stranger's form seemed to shift beyond his eyes. Their clothing changed to enchanted robes adorned in ancient arcane patterns and their very visage morphed into one he'd never expected to see again. Their eyes remained clouded and their simple staff transformed into an ornately carved stave. Apparently, the Great Seer had survived all these years later and they had chosen to confront him now of all times.

"You are the one with no future. Return to the earth like the kingdom you once served," Lord Donovan growled through gritted teeth.

The Seer let out a heavy sigh and leaned against their stave as they surveyed the dark lord once more. "You have no authority, not anymore. Nature condemns your crimes and demands punishment." They stretched out their hand, pointing right at him before continuing. "May you no longer hide amongst the innocent for they will see you and your thugs as the beasts you are..."

Thinking quickly, Lord Donovan channeled what mana he had into a counterspell, but Reven seemed to have a similar realization and he summoned a skull blaster in an effort to disrupt the Great Seer's curse. He meant well, but the dark lord knew if that blaster fired, none of them would survive thanks to the powerful reflect enchants on the Seer's robes.

He immediately lashed out at his henchmen with his tendrils, not to harm but to get them away from the epicenter. If he was lucky, they would be spared and he would take the brunt of the curse in their stead. Unfortunately, his mind was faster than his his body and before he could follow through, the curse was cast.

The pain was instantaneous and only through sheer force of will, Donovan remained standing, although his henchmen could not. It brought him back to that horrible day all those years ago when the corruption first took hold of his body, only it was worse than even that. He felt his very bones creaking, as if something was trying to tear him apart from the inside and break free. He couldn't stay upright and within seconds, collapsed to the tiled floor.

At some point he became aware of a persistent tapping, like an angry woodpecker drilling through his skull. When he opened his one good eye socket, he realized it was merely the footsteps of the Great Seer as they crossed the floor towards him. Their brows were pinched together in a look that he had swore never to see again: pity. They watched him for a moment before kneeling down in front of him.

"I wish there had been another way," they murmured. "But just as dead branches must be removed from a tree, so must evil be purged before life can return."

Donovan spat at the Seer's feet.

"You have a chance to break the curse. In three years, if you do not receive a token of true love, all of you will remain as beasts."

The Great Seer left the way they had come but this time there was no one to accompany them through the dark halls. The storm raged on throughout the night and into the next day, but in the Dark Fortress, a different turmoil was brewing. One of rage and confusion. One that would cause even greater devastation to the surrounding kingdoms and claim the lives of all who tried to resist it.

[system-architect]

BELATED asura appreciation week day 1 - talk about one of your asura ocs! i had a busy week but there's never a bad time to talk about my guys lmfao

gunner is my main character and is also my commander! he has a non-commander au as well but i mostly think about the commander version. don't let his appearance fool you-- he's about 185 years old right now, the mists just kind of pickled him

he's a rata novan who ended up getting hurled into the mists due to uncontained ley energy overloading the portal he was traveling through while trying to escape the chak. after escaping the mists, he got his masters in synergetics, had a brief stint in the inquest researching the mists/eternal alchemy, accidentally blew up a lab after making his collider go supercritical, hid out briefly in the maguuma wastes, and then fled into the fractals to lay low while being a fractal explorer. in commander au, he's eventually caught by the peacemakers and then sort of leashed to zojja (in the same way canach was to anise) and sucked into the personal story timeline from there on

the freak accident w/ the portal left him with permanent physical-magical-spiritual scarring, and on top of turning him into a revenant, it 'blew open' the ley channels within his own body. he's unable to properly regulate his own magical flow and soaks up uncontained magic like a sponge, with his condition worsening over time as more gods and dragons are killed

the extra magic has some perks and is why he's been able to so "easily" hold himself in combat as the commander, buuuut if he isn't careful, he hits critical mass and his body attempts to purge all of the excess magic at once. the magic trying to vacate forcefully is extremely painful and incapacitates him for awhile, and is super dangerous to anyone around him. he usually gets warning signs prior to this happening in the form of vertigo, headaches, and 'auras' (physically seeing ley anomalies and magical flows). the different pieces of tech built into his armor are regulators (built by one of his "coworkers") that are supposed to help slowly diffuse the magic out over time to prevent this. this 'ability' has won him a few fights, but the cost is high.

i think that's all? HERE'S SOME OTHER FUN FACTS ABOUT HIM:

he's trans + gay

he has adhd and tourette's syndrome. both of those get worse the more magic he has in his body (or the more stressed he is lol)

he has ley magic and spectral agony scarring all over the right side of his body

mallyx and shiro are his canon legends, kalla sometimes comes and goes at will

he obtains astralaria during heart of thorns, and he ALSO has a canon nevermore that he gets during icebrood saga

his name is technically gunn but he just plain prefers going by gunner and that's effectually become his name

he had Normal Organs at the start of PS but over time his magical corruption has turned his innards/mouth/teeth a glowy kaiju blue

[idiotwithanipad]

Gore AU

(TW: Graphic injury detail)

Robin:

Gore AU Robin is a lot more ‘savage’ than the canon, not just in appearance but in behaviour. He rarely speaks and is mostly completely silent, mainly communicating via growling, groaning and panting. But when provoked he is extremely loud and aggressive. The only ghost who can seemingly ‘calm’ him down is Mary, but even then, he won’t speak. He rarely comes in the house and prefers to stay outside, mainly in areas where there are places to hide. He’s rarely seen during the day, even by the other ghosts; he’s so obscure to them that they never even got the chance to rename him ‘Robin’, leading them to just refer to him as ‘the savage’.

His posture is a lot different as well. Sometimes he can be spotted walking low to the ground leaning down on his knuckles like an ape, or even walking on all fours completely. When he DOES walk on two legs, his back is hunched and he has difficulty holding his head up straight. His skin is littered with scars from when he met his demise from the lightning, but along with those scars are the scars he received from the bear attack. Gore AU Robin had a ‘Revenant’ moment of sorts with the bear before it turned away to finish off the remains of the other hunters, during which time, Robin took the opportunity to flee. Then came the tree. The bear managed to get a few good swipes at him as he climbed, tattering his furs and ripping his skin beneath them.

He had been rendered almost half deaf; His brain is still sizzling inside his skull from the lightning strike, consider it like Tinnitus, he can constantly hear the sound in his head, literally in his head.

Rare moments where he is peaceful mainly involve either Mary or a child/baby. In those moments he will be quiet and almost nurturing; Gore AU Robin never evolved as much as Canon Robin did, so he is forever stuck in a permanent loop of remembering his responsibilities to protect children, seeing adults as threats.

Mary:

Gore AU Mary is almost more like a banshee than a ghost; like Gore AU Robin, she is almost completely silent, but unlike Gore AU Robin, that is by choice. She no longer wants to use her voice to explain, or to plead her innocence, she wants to use it to frighten men away. Mary is a lot more vengeful and hate filled, becoming a poltergeist to any man who sets foot on the land. Her furious screams can be heard from any direction from anywhere in the house or on the grounds.

Unlike canon Mary, Gore AU Mary is completely burnt to a crisp, her skin charred and flaking like burnt leaves. Her clothes are reduced to rags and her hair is burned off, her head is mostly only covered by her bonnet. The only indication that she is a woman is her figure; her shoulders and hips are the same width, but her waist is cinched slightly beneath her charred apron.

She, like Robin, rarely speaks to any of the other ghosts, aside from Fanny and Kitty. She communicates nonverbally with Robin, the two sharing a love language of sorts. Mainly through eye contact and hand motions. Mary had a habit of speaking with her hands while she was alive, something she still does in death, and she uses it to her advantage to settle down the caveman if he gets restless.

Because of the constant noise in Robin’s head deafening him, Mary can do little to talk him down from his moments of crazed paranoia and aggression, so lulling him with actions is the only thing she can do. Holding his face in one hand while slowly waving her other hand in front of his eyes like a soft flame; almost the equivalent of someone dangling a pocket watch in someone’s face to hypnotise them.

The topic of children is bittersweet to Gore Au Mary, although she would never bring herself to frighten a child, she actively avoids them if they end up in the house at all. Especially if the child was a little girl, Mary would become a grim angel of sorts and guide them away from any danger they may face.

[narabea06]

All the characters in the creepypasta/STA fandom I will write for -

Jeff the Killer

Homicidal Liu

Jane the Killer (Richardson)

Nina the Killer

Mary Vaughn (Jane's canon wife)

Randy Baxter (JTK bully)

Keith Spikes (JTK bully)

Troy Maverick (JTK bully)

Eyeless Jack

Lulu

Bloody Painter

Judge Angels

Nurse Ann

Dollmaker

Killing Kate

Kate the Chaser (STA)

Toby Rogers

CR (STA)

Lauren (STA)

Rouge

Wilson the Basher

Chris the Revenant

X-Virus

Lazari Swan

Sally Williams

BEN Drowned

Sam Williams

Iris Hung Girl

Legless Eliza

Stripes

Clockwork

Puppeteer

Su!c!de Sadie

Vailly Evans

Roadwalker

Zero

The Ballerina (Emra)

Zachary the Proxy

Lyra Rogers

Jesse Richardson (Jane's sister)

Mike Knight (Killing Kate's brother)

Chris Hopkins (Nina's brother)

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Rules for Requests -

I write headcanons and on occasion oneshots. Im also open to drawing any of the characters above.

No NSFW

Ships are allowed, but I'm allowed to decline any ship request I receive if I'm uncomfortable with it or if I'm just not willing to write for it.

Part 2 requests are absolutely allowed. Dont be afraid to ask for me to write for a character I've already written for, bc if you happen to, I'll just write you more headcanons.

Do not constantly request for headcanons after your request has already been sent to my inbox. Please wait until I finish writing your request before you attempt to request more

Questions are welcomed! You have questions about my AU? Go for it!! I love answering questions about it :>

I do not do romantic x readers!! I will do any platonic x reader no problem, but I'm personally uncomfortable with romantic x readers.

"That's not canon" Guess what, I don't care :DD Most of these characters are already abandoned by their creators anyway. There's no use in telling me how my rewrite/headcanons aren't canon when the creator themselves haven't interacted or written for these characters for years, nor do they care to.

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Masterlist -

General AU Headcanons -

LBGTQ+ Headcanons

Zeyner, Vine, and Lyra being GNC

Individual Headcanons -

Vailly Evans Headcanons

Toby Rogers Headcanons [Part 1] [Part 2]

Nina the Killer Headcanons [Part 1] [Part 2]

Lyra Rogers Headcanons

Eyeless Jack Headcanon [shitpost]

Zachary the Proxy Headcanons

Kate the Chaser Headcanons

Nurse Ann Origin Headcanons

Eyeless Jack Headcanons

Homicidal Liu Headcanons

Jeff the Killer Headcanons

Ship + Duo Headcanons -

SceneGothVaughnWork Headcanon [shitpost]

BlindHomicide Headcanon [shitpost]

Puppeteer + Nurse Ann Skit

SadieWalkerEvans Ship Chart

Lulu + EJ Headcanon

LosingInitialChaser Headcanons

GothVaughn Headcanons

Trouble Trio Headcanons

SceneGothVaughn Headcanons

Being Friends With Creepypastas -

Being Friends With Jeff The Killer [with GN! Reader with Burn Scars]

Being Friends With Nina the Killer [with GN! Scene Kid Reader]

Art -

Relationship Chart

Bellamy and Lora (OC ship)

Chris TR + X-Virus - [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

Chris the Revenant

Brittany Cohen + Aria the Taken (OC ship)

BloodyZero doodle

JudgeZero doodle

[dross-the-fish]

so, you know adam frankenstein doesn't have stitches in the book and he wasn't brought to life by electricity, right?

The book was pretty vague about the monster's creation and doesn't tell us exactly how Adam was made so I have my own headcanon and it does involve electricity. In my AU he's actually alive because Victor applied his science based on the concepts of Galvanism to Imhotep's ancient alchemy. Just because of the nature of the universe I created for my story Adam's backstory had to be adjusted to fit with the lore. At one point in Adam's design I had actually given him lichtenberg scars all over his body instead of the "classic" stitches but they were such a pain in the ass to draw I decided to localize them to a single, branching streak running down his spine.

As for the stitching? Even if it's not canon it made sense to me that if Victor was going to give him skin he'd need to cut and sew it to fit around the body. I also headcanon that not all of Adam's parts are human, due to the need to make him 8 feet tall I imagined that Victor must have taken some bones, organs and other sundry bits from animals. For my interpretation it's important that Adam really is a thing that should never have happened and even other zombies and revenants in the universe aren't like him. Not even Selma, after she's brought back, can be said to be one of his own kind. I am not, and never will be, a purist when it comes to media and I don't think pop culture or adaptations that change the story are inherently bad. Ultimately, my version of the creature is not based on a singular piece of media and for my own interpretation and I like the imagery that comes with lightning and electricity.

Anyway this got kind of long winded so TLDR: My Adam is not canon Adam but my own adaptation and I have done with it what I wanted and what suits my story.

[shiratamako]

Dull Blade, Keen Edge Chapter 1: Convergence Ilberd/WoL, Haurchefant/WoL

“I still don’t understand why I was required to accompany you,”

After their liaison with the Flame General Raubahn, Shira spoke little between the two men, observing what seemed to be a spirited and hearty reunion between two old friends. Her being there was entirely inconsequential to their affairs, a silent observer to their shared history. Ilberd stepped out from the shadows of the Hall of Flames into the wider streets of Ul’dah. The figure of Raubahn was out of sight, his scarred and rough-hewn face giving only a sliver of a smile bade the two of them farewell after he departed with Roaille, the rose-haired Elezen woman who was his second-in-command.

Shira followed after Ilberd, her smaller strides keeping pace with his effortless footfalls. The blue of Ilberd’s Crystal Braves uniform dazzled in a lurid hue under the strength of the desert sun, in stark comparison to the silhouette of Shira’s black nameless togi, the vestures of a budding samurai. The two of them as a pair drew great contrasts of sheer opposites: his white hair, swarthy skin and imposing figure — her dark hair, fair complexion and diminutive height. Even though she had to crane her neck to look at him, she firmly insisted that she was quite tall for an Au Ra.

Ilberd spoke warmly to Shira, gazing down at her. “We should be glad for such an expeditious outcome, Scion. As I stated before, I wished for you to remain on hand to see that things go smoothly.”

“Did you expect an attack?” she said.

He paused for a moment, casting a hint of reverence on her. “Not with your presence, at least.”

She turned her face away, cheeks warm. She was certain there was some shame in only being there as some deterrent or token. Yet the reasoning was different. Even though Minfilia and others in the realm acknowledged her aptitude with a blade, Shira was never concerned with the accolades of combat. The compliments felt different coming from Ilberd: much too formal to be considered awe, too impartial to be considered praise. The only thing they could be considered was fact. In the end, it was hard to come to terms with the reality of ever-increasing renown. Shira bit the inside of her lower lip. She resolved to find more secluded fishing holes in the future to elude any further tales of heroics.

To Ilberd, she appeared as though she were pouting. Sensing her disappointment through her taciturn sulking, Ilberd laughed heartily. In his deference to her mood, he bared a disarming smile.

“Come now. We can stop for a brief meal at the Quicksand before returning to the Rising Stones.”

It was a welcome promise, making her lift her gaze to meet the smile on his face, however subtle it was. He had already strung her along to the steps of the Adventurer’s Guild. Shira was so used to following that she scarcely registered where they were going, though that was also on the account of how she wandered Eorzea. The opportunity for some food at least put more vivacity in her step. She entered without protest, no other words spoken. They had time to spare before reporting back to Revenant’s Toll. 

The dimly lit surroundings of the Quicksand’s cavernous hall were a welcome reprieve from the harsh light on the streets outside. Already, she felt her dark hair and clothing warm with heat. Sitting across from his immense figure, the table seemed so much smaller than she remembered. Shira stole glances at Ilberd as she perused the menu. Every so often, their eyes met. His dull green eyes would gaze into her, entranced by the faint glow of her limbal rings, a lighter blue that surrounded her irises. When their passing gazes stopped to reflect on each other, he would always smile with gentle, broad lips in silence. She still did not know what to make of him. He was friendly enough, polite and formal in his address to her. He insisted on paying for the meal, even though she had more gil than she knew what to do with. 

The question she asked was abrupt. “You’re not interested in me, are you?”

“Romantically? Seven Hells, Shira. You’re at least twenty summers younger than me.” Ilberd cast her a firm gaze.

“ Twenty? Just how old are you?”

“I just turned forty-four — the same age as the Flame General. Did you think me younger?” a deep chuckle played on his grizzled, yet smooth voice, his arms folded over his chest as though flattered by her naivety. At this, Shira turned away at his self-assured confidence. She felt her cheeks suffused with colour with the shame of finding him admirable. 

“I’m not the best at guessing ages,” she muttered in defeat. She thought he was at best, thirty. Raubahn looked wearier and more scarred than Ilberd did, whose complexion still had traces of a youthful lustre. He merely smiled, amused at her unworldliness. 

He dropped the ruse of playful teasing. “In any case, what gave you the impression of romantic interest?”

“It’s been a while since I’ve had a date, so to speak. Or rather, I just… had my first date.” she hesitated, her eyes furtive. She wasn’t sure if she should tell Ilberd. ”The last time was with Haurchefant.”

“Haurchefant Greystone, of House Fortemps? Did he do anything untoward?” His tone was concerned.

“Not quite. Aside from some strange dining habits, he was pleasant.”

Shira idly twirled a fork with her fingers, examining it for a seal or a maker’s mark before deciding that was probably crude. She set it back down. After witnessing the etiquette regarding the communal salt rock, Shira had to decline to partake in the Ishgardian custom. Haurchefant did tell of his interest to court her if she so chose. Her heart was not swayed by the prospect of romance, and they both agreed to remain as friends.

Ilberd spoke firmly, in caution to the Scion. It was plain to see that she had not been tempered in matters of love. Recognising her awkward and unworldly attitude, his words carried the weight of well-intentioned advice.

“I’d best stay on your guard around him. I heard accounts of his character that he’s an eccentric who is no doubt leering at your body. His friendly mannerisms likely hide some hidden intent to gain your favour, so that he has a chance to lie with you.”

“Haurchefant would?” she frowned. “I can scarcely believe that.”

“Commander Leveilleur told me he was taken aback at the uncouth implications of Haurchefant providing you with a warm bed .”

Shira was silent. She tried to search her memory for such a mention if his construed hospitality was instead some thinly veiled innuendo she failed to catch. A warm bed, and a warmer welcome — it was indeed something Haurchefant might offer when they parted, as part of his eager hospitality. Or was it a warm hearth? Amid these accusations, finding Haurchefant’s words felt impenetrably murky. 

For Ilberd, he felt glad in his heart to see Shira’s ambivalence. He knew at once: that the innocence of the Warrior of Light would be her downfall. 

“It’s plain to see why he’d be enamoured with you.” He offered this with the same objective impartiality as he did when he spoke of her accolades. “You are a formidable combatant and strikingly beautiful. Any man would be lucky to win your favour.”

“That’s quite enough,” Shira shook her head disapprovingly, unable to bear such a truth from Ilberd. “You said you had no such feelings for me.”

A smile flickered on his face. “Have faith, Shira. I would never dare lay a finger on you. That I can guarantee.”

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They descended into silence after that, retreating into their inner worlds. Ilberd had done naught to further her discomfort after he initially made her uneasy, carrying himself with dignity afterwards. Still, Shira was uncertain how to carry his warning about Haurchefant. That ambivalence was all that Ilberd needed. For the rest of the time spent together, he was a pleasant conversationalist and exceedingly polite.

After a meal of spiced meats, a small partaking of liquor and refreshing mulled tea, and conversations about homelands of the Azim Steppe and Ala Mhigo, they departed the Quicksand after Ilberd settled the sum with a naturalness that bordered on parental affection. Their small tryst in Ul’dah seemed to improve Shira’s opinion of him slightly, though being from differing generations, she still found it difficult to relate to him. 

They could no longer keep Alphinaud in wait at Revenant’s Toll, departing Ul’dah to reach North Thanalan, then to Mor Dhona. A carriage had to be arranged.

“You paid for the meal. I’ve got this,”

He conceded, giving a cockeyed smile. “Very well.”

Shira paid the sum in gil, adamant that she paid the fee for the transportation. She would have had no trouble getting on normally, though she stumbled on the last step. The liquor was stronger than she thought, her head abuzz. She scarcely realized that she hooked her hand around the crook of Ilberd’s arm. It was only until they sat down, she withdrew her hand from him awkwardly. She spoke nothing to him, watching the scenery and horizons change. Her eyelids grew heavy as she desired rest. 

As soon as they had set foot on the cobblestone ground of Revenant’s toll, she roused from her sleep. She found herself resting against Ilberd’s arm. Looking up to him, he cast an inscrutable glance at her. She sat up straight, unaware she was resting on him. 

“Sorry. I must have been more tired than I expected,”

He merely gave a thin smile. “Then it’s fortunate that you were able to get some rest. No doubt, more work awaits us at the Rising Stones.”

The carriage rolled to a stop. Ilberd was the first to step down, followed by a reluctant Shira.

“Let us not tarry. We should report to Alphinaud post-haste,” Ilberd had already started walking towards Seventh Heaven, expecting Shira to follow. 

Even back at the Rising Stones, she contemplated his words, watching the ripples of the gloom in its suffused violet hues. Without a choice, she followed him inside, watching his back as he strode in tall towards the sanctum.

“Strikingly beautiful,” she mouthed the words silently to herself, scarcely believing he told her that. It should not have had such an impact on her as it did. The image of his well-structured face, the scar that grazed his temples and his invariant, deep eyes seemed to dwell for far too long, unable to empty her mind of their peculiar convening in that one, quick moment. She carried that unspoken desire, wishing the answers turned out differently had she not been dispirited about their differences in ages. 

[den-kunn]

so, in my au Kuai gets the scar by Kung Lao's hat because their revenants were throwing hands, the scar couldn't heal up since the hat has magical properties: the blessings of two gods.

anyways Kuai Liang and Kung Lao constantly ready to throw hands and it's a spectacle for everyone to watch

[stiffyck]

Gw2 buttercups au where scar is a revenant who can channel not some dead legends and heroes from the past, no, he channels his dead friends.

He chooses who he's channeling depending on how annoying they are being at the moment.

Or also when he needs them. Mumbo is great for when Scar needs to think technical stuff. When he needs to figure out how things work, how to make things work, how to fix stuff. Grian is good for fights and when he needs to make sudden decisions and needs to act right away.

For some context on how revenants work: revenants can channel the powers of legends from the past. They use their abilities to their advantage. The dead people they channel aren't actually with them, it's more like their echo.

So in this au, both grian and Mumbo would be dead. When Scar hears them talk sometimes and when he replies back them- their voices are just their echoes in his head. No one else can hear them.

[rk-ocs]

As its Desmonds Birthday, I'm going to upload an old fic with him in it, and also a varient if my OC, Red Jordan-Ryan

This one was an AU set in a universe where Desmond was Mechanic, Red is not a time traveler and never left home or changed her name, her cousin is a twin, and oh yah its set in the xman verse, and Desmond has Charles power, Red is Reven, and Aiden is Magneto, at least powerwise if not personality.

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Burn like the sun

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Sometimes Desmond likes to play hero. Mostly he uses his talent to avoid, to hide. He knows when someone sees him, and exactly what they think about him. He works at an auto body shop in Chicago. Mostly they internally bitch at him over prices.

He's on vacation. Exploring Quebec , and struggling with the pronunciation even if he can find the words he needs in their minds.

He steps into the connivance store to prevent a robbery, to talk a situation down.

He didn't expect anything to come of it.

Carnelian is like him. Her talent is changing.  She is the shift.

She shifts forms as easily as breathing.

Unshifted, she is pale blue, with eyes like silver and hair like gold.

He finds himself helping her. She's a child, and for all her cousin loves her, she doesn't know how to help her fit in.

Desmond does. They sit at the window and people watch , and he tells her about them. Tells her about trends and fashion and how other people blend in.

Before he goes, she decides her main shift. It consists of vibrantly blonde hair, dark blue eyes, tan skin, and it has a scar on her lip.

He's a bit confused that out of any detail that she would use from him, she chose that, but she is notoriously stubborn.

He gives her his email, and they exchange letters regularly.

Until he disappears.

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Carnelians main male alter ego, contains traits from her cousins and from Desmond.

If anyone were to ask, she's not sure whether she would claim to be their cousin or their kid.

She has his coloring, with her features.

She's never told them about this male alter.

She never tells them about a lot of things she gets up to.

For all that she  will practice Javelin with Monique, and critique Derek's buildings, and religiously email Desmond, but she has her own hobbies too.

Probably not ones they would approve of, particularly hacking.

She's learning. She has a talent for computers, and its fascinating stuff.

Her contacts build up, lawful and lawless.  She calls this Alias "Ghost", because none of her contacts ever see the same face or persona.

Maybe it will get her killed someday.

She likes to think she is more careful then that.

She has IDs set up if they need to disappear.  She's worried about Desmond, he's being followed. They've never talked about it, but sometimes Monique will insist on being with him, and Derek will "insist" Desmond stay another night, because tonight would be "terrible for driving" .

She's not stupid.

She doesn't know what "They" want with Desmond,  but she does know she is in the best position to do something when "They" come.

She can be anyone, after all.

She will be anyone, to help Desmond get away. She owes him, after he helped teach her to blend enough to be around people.

He's sort of family at this point, and there isn't a lot she wouldn't do for family.

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It's one of Carnelian's contacts in Chicago that tells them Desmond has disappeared.

Derek and Monique are going to have to have a chat with Carnelian, about just what she gets up to in her spare time, because contacts..? When did she get contacts.  What Does she need with all these connections, and fake IDs.

Just because she can shift, doesn't mean she needs to use it for this. What is she planning? 

But first, Desmond. Where did he disappear to?

Carnelian already had people on that.

Aiden Pearce was a fixer, who Carnelian had never met, but heard was talented and willing to work, but also extremely antisocial. He also occasionally fancied himself a hero, and Carnelian was hoping this trait would work in their favor when she agreed to meet him in person to exchange information.  Or maybe Brenks would be useful at least.  He was good when paid

Derek was going to meet these fixers with her. It was going to be expensive, but there was no way they were going to let their friend be kidnaped.  Particularly not a mutant. Not in this kind of environment. Would anyone else even look if they knew?

"I can be intimidating enough, Derek," Carnelian complained again. She shifted into a tall muscled man. "I can be anyone and everyone.  I could probably be Aiden, and get the information myself, provided I do a job. I hear he gets a lot of leeway to be rude, because they are aware he's talented, and hope for him to owe them one."

"You're not doing that, Carnelian."

"But-"

"For the last time, I'm coming with you. You can be a scary looking man if you want, but I'm still coming."

She went and sat in the driver's seat, and shifted into a man.

"You're not driving. You're too young to drive. "

" I have a license."

"What lunatic gave you a license?!"

"Hey! This one is legit. I went to school for it."

"This one is legit?" How many forged licenses does she have!

"Just get in the car."

Derek got in the car, for lack of any better options. He could spend the ride asking her what other highly illegal activities she has been up to.

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Damien had to admit, It was strange to be involved in a missing persons case.  Normally, they went through proper channels for these, but Ghost was known for paying well for quality work. And Aiden had insisted on meeting him.  Which was unusual.

There were several mismatched descriptions of his appearance, and while ghost was known as a decent hacker, his disguise abilities were why he was hired, when he took Jobs anyways.

So what did he want with Desmond Miles?

Desmond's Id was fake. Oh, he had no doubt that the guy's name was real, but a bit of digging revealed a lot of holes in it. For Ghost to reach out to so many people about his disappearance, had to mean something important.

He had asked for a face to face meeting to talk.  Face to face encounters could be very informative. People were easier to read these days, and he wanted to see Ghosts disguise skills in action. He might be someone worth working with in the future if this went well. 

He frowned at his coffee.  It was running low, and Aiden still wasn't here. What the hell was he even doing?

He got up to get more coffee. Aiden could pay for his own damn coffee when he was this late.

When he got back to his table, Aiden was there with two unknown men.

One was a tall skinny blond ,  where the other was short, muscular , and darker than his companion. They both wore jeans and cool gray hoodies.

Aiden was frowning at the taller one. Aiden is fingering a metal memory stick,  and the last thing Damien wants is for a fight to break out between them in a public cafe. So many witnesses.

The shorter male turns around, and fingers an envelope, before tucking it back into his sweater.

"You must be Damien."

"And you are."

"I am Ghost. And this is Interceptor."

'Interceptor' shot him a dark look. Apparently they had failed to talk this over before arriving.

"Now ,what happened to Desmond Miles."

Ghost was unexpectedly blunt. This was not how he was used to information drops going.

Aiden, however, laughed. He waved a memory stick at Ghost. Ghost in turn waved $500 at him.  Interceptor offered a laptop, and Aiden inserted the memory stick, and snagged the bills.

Ghost and Interceptor watched the footage they had gotten of Desmond's kidnapping.

"What do you know of Abstergo?"

Ghost asked.

"Officially they are electronics and entertainment. Gary  once told me that he once was writing a book on the CIA, and mentioned that Abstergo has interests in every large company across the  planet."

"Can I talk to Gary?"

"Gary died in 2004, and all his notes disappeared ."

"That seems suspicious."

"It does, doesn't it."

"So, officially Desmond was kidnaped by the TV company."

"Perhaps they needed a cheap mechanic."

"Haha. Very Funny." Ghost told him Deadpan.

"Why is Desmond so important to you anyways? He's a mechanic, and beyond his fake Id, he doesn't seem to be particularly interesting"

"He's... Talented alright."

"Ah"

"And almost family.  So, where do you think he has been taken?"

Aiden stared hard at Ghost.

"Pay up the rest. "

"Yah, yah."

He handed over the envelope , and Aiden checked it, before handing over half to Daimon.

"Kent, Ohio. I have a map of the route they took on this stick."

Ghost took the memory stick.

"Thank you."

Interceptor packed up the laptop.

Aiden caught Ghost before he left the booth." I assume you are going for a plan with infiltration, first, but would you say no to backup?"

Ghost smiled. "At what price."

"Warren Vidics . I'll get you a password, if you can get his card, and a good disguise."

Ghost gave him a thumbs up. "Hell yeah. You've had us covered, right?"

"Just who do you think you are talking to?" Aiden asked, mock offended.

"Where shall we meet up later?"

"Remember that Coffee shop in Fort Wayne."

"Sounds like a good place to switch cars."

"See you there then."

Ghost and Interceptor left, and Damien stole Aidens hat to get his attention.  While Aiden glared at him, Damien asked his question.

"What the Hell is going on?"

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Aiden Pearce had a way with metal.

It wasn't something he went out of his way to show off.  Mutants were not looked on favorably , to say the least.

It had interesting uses in his line of work. His shots were more accurate, he wasn't in the habit of getting hit by bullets, it did some interesting things to cars, and it made locks impossible or open without his say-so.

He didn't use his "Talent" more creatively, unless he was off camera.

That's when he met Carnelian.

He had  frozen his pursuers in place  by dropping their pants by the Zipper, stolen their  guns and shot them with them, when he heard a voice comment on it.

"Hey that was pretty cool? Are you some kind of telekinetic?"

He had turned his gun on the man, and he had been pretty sure he was alone, and was not about to have the secret blown now.

"Woah buddy!  I'm not bulletproof! watch where you point that thing. "

He hadn't been amused."

"I am the last person in the world who would talk about something like that."

The man had insisted.

The man was now a woman.

"I think we can work something out", she insisted, before she became his doppelgänger.

"This ought to be suitably confusing, right." She had insisted, in his voice.

Well, he had no intention of shooting him after that.

Once he was back in the safe house , he turned to the unknown, whose zipper was not real, or so his metal "sense" told him.

"So, let's work something out." He told the man.``

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Desmond was working on the Abstergo scenario. He knew Lucy had orders to eventually get him out after he gave them what they wanted, though he was not sure where her loyalties lay. He was also aware Viddic wasn't kidding with his coma threats. He was working with them, hoping to get out of this situation with everyone intact, and disappear again.

He was dubious of his ability to last that long. It was bad enough hearing everyone's thoughts in the present. All the time in the Animus has given him access to the thoughts of people in the past.  What's more , his ancestors " talent" was showing up in the present. Sometimes his eyes would glow gold, and show him secrets. Sometimes he thought he heard the Animus talking to him.

Sometimes in his waking moments, he was Altaïr.

Some days, he thought he heard Carnelian asking him to get Viddic's Wallet for her. She told him she had a plan to get him out of there. She kept asking him to log into a Runescape account she had set up, and go onto a chat with her.

But Carnelian was supposed to be in Quebec.

And her voice in his head kept telling him how to Log into Vidic's computer.

Something had to give.

So, after a particularly long session, when he was supposed to be asleep, he went to the computer, and Logged in

"Des, what the Hell Kept you?" RockinRed4012778 demanded.

No really Dude, I've been calling out to you for days, and you weren't doing anything about it. I've been in the chat for days, you should be able to hear me.

Did whatever they've had you doing ,scramble your brains completely?

"Your in" he types

-"Yes" she thinks. "Send me a face so  I know you comprehend me."

:  (

"Good"

-"She thinks.

-"Not tomorrow, but the day after,  Viddic and Lucy have a meeting, at seven PM. I'm going to get someone to delay Lucy long enough that I can come in as her, get you, and Go. "

:  )

"Do you think you can get me Viddic's bank cards?

"Why" he typed

"I promised someone a favor for this."

It probably won't be hard to get that with his pick pocketing skills, if Viddic has it on him.

"If he has it." He types

"He will," she assures him.

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She keeps expecting something to go wrong. For someone to demand to know what she's doing.

Nothing happens.

She gets Desmond, he holds up the cards, and off they go.

It's bizarre.

Not even her bank Robbery, where she takes the bank card Desmond got her, goes to the bank as Viddic, and withdraws everything with the password Aiden got her, goes off without a hitch.

She gives Aiden most of the money, and they Drive off to meet Monique at Hell, Michigan.

She supposes This is Monique's expressing displeasure at staying behind for this adventure.

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"Remember How you wanted to live in New Brunswick, once"

Derek looks over at his little cousin in confusion.

"What does this have to do with anything?"

"I think you guys should go there. You have the money, after all."

"What are you getting at?"

"I'm thinking you should marry Desmond, have him take our last name, and more importantly Canadian citizenship, and have him add our new fortunes to your accounts, under his temporary false name. Because the two of you are afraid aunt Eleanor and Uncle David won't be understanding of your Sexuality, the two of you eloped and went to New Brunswick."

"I'm not Gay, Kiddo."

"I know. You don't have a type.  

"Why did you even suggest this then," Derek asks, looking back at the sleeping Desmond drooling on the window.

"He's family. I want the world to know it. I want him to be a cousin. "

"He already is family."

" I know. It just seemed to be a pretty good idea. No one could question it that way."

"They always will kiddo. Why didn't you suggest Monique. She actually likes Men."

"And have her give up Javelin, to go into hiding?"

"Do you think even that would get in the way of her  Javelin training? Or throwing sports in general."

"Might make it hard for her to be the world champion."

"We will figure something out kiddo."

We spent the rest of the drive talking about plans."

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When Monique saw Derek and Desmond walk into screams Ice cream, she gave them each a bear hug .

"I still don't understand Why you didn't take me?"

"It was a stealth mission, Monique"

"I can be stealthy. "

"Sure you can."

"I brought the stuff. "

"We've switched cars a few times. Let's drive this one somewhere else to drop it , and then stick to your car.  How does living in Ontario sound Desmond  Ryan?"

"Ryan"

"You're going to be a cousin. We will work out the legalities."

"How does Sudbury sound?"

"I can be a mechanic in Sudbury. Just so long as it doesn't require me to fake an accent. "

"Keep your nose clean."

"Carnelian, we have a lot to talk about, in that department, regarding your hobbies."

"Yes I have some useful hobbies, don't I."

"Kid. Quit while you're ahead."

Desmond Advised.

"You have some explaining to do."

Monique insisted.

"First off , I'd like to ask why you never outright let me be involved in the plans about "the people who follow Desmond."

"Nope, we asked first. Start talking Kiddo."

"Zut"

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[moondragon618]

Hey moon this is sorta random but do you have any prime fanfics that are completed and have happy endings?:,> (I couldn’t find anything they were all one shots and I’m not really feeling up for one shots:,> )

So as it turns out I don't really have a lot of these in my bookmarks lmaooo but here's what I could find (and be warned these are all still pretty dark so mind the tags and everything):

Most ppl have already read or at least heard of these I think but the dead don't dream and it's close enough to perfect (why does it hurt a little bit?)/Checkmate AU they are literally the best lol :)

These next ones seem pretty well known already too? Or at least I've seen them on other rec lists before but Helios and Revenant are both great and c!Dream gets absolutely destroyed in both of them :)

The rest of these are a lot shorter, like 3-5 chapters:

(Lost at) Hide & Seek by my beloved mutual mcg-127, in which c!Dream attempts to take back what is rightfully his during bedrock bros arc only to end up getting his shit wrecked lmaooo

Sticks and Stones- huge warning for self-harm in this one but I absolutely adore it lol <3

Don't look too hard, 'cause you won't like the scars he left in me- this one is the shortest and has more of an open ending but it's also very good :)

[1andxrea1tge1bisexual1here1]

A song that I like btw

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In the School AU for Apex Legends and Call of Duty: Cold War characters, the students have distinct personalities and backgrounds. They attend Raymond Park Intermediate and Middle School in Indianapolis, Indiana. Among the students are:

Apex Legends Characters:

- Bloodhound: A mysterious and enigmatic student known for their tracking skills and unique perspective.

- Gibraltar: A friendly and protective student with a larger-than-life presence.

- Lifeline: A compassionate and caring student who always looks out for others.

- Pathfinder: An enthusiastic and curious student who loves exploring and making new friends.

- Wraith: A quiet and introspective student with a mysterious aura.

- Bangalore: A disciplined and no-nonsense student with a strong sense of duty.

- Caustic: An eccentric and somewhat sinister student with a passion for science.

- Mirage: A charismatic and fun-loving student who loves to entertain.

- Octane: An energetic and thrill-seeking student always looking for excitement.

- Wattson: An intelligent and inventive student who excels in technology and engineering.

- Crypto: A tech-savvy and secretive student with a knack for hacking and surveillance.

- Revenant: A brooding and enigmatic student with a dark past.

- Loba: A confident and resourceful student with a penchant for acquiring valuable things.

- Rampart: A creative and mechanically skilled student who loves building and customizing.

- Horizon: A brilliant and adventurous student with a love for science and exploration.

- Fuse: A fiery and enthusiastic student who brings energy to everything he does.

- Valkyrie: A skilled and fearless student with a love for flying and aerial combat.

- Seer: A recently introduced student with a keen perception and artistic flair.

Call of Duty: Cold War Characters:

- Adler: A resourceful and strategic student who excels in leadership.

- Baker: A diligent and hardworking student with a strong sense of duty.

- Park: A disciplined and agile student with a background in law enforcement.

- Sims: A charismatic and adaptable student with expertise in psychological operations.

- Woods: A tough and experienced student known for his combat skills.

- Garcia: A resourceful and loyal student with a passion for technology.

- Portnova: A mysterious and secretive student skilled in espionage.

- Vargas: An ambitious and determined student with a talent for manipulation.

- Stone: A reliable and stoic student who always keeps his cool.

- Beck: A sharp and analytical student with a talent for problem-solving.

Family Guy Characters:

- Griffin: A lovable but clueless student with a distinctive laugh.

- Lois Griffin: A patient and responsible student who takes care of her peers.

- Meg Griffin: An unpopular student who often deals with jokes and mistreatment.

- Chris Griffin: A kind-hearted but somewhat clumsy student.

- Stewie Griffin: A highly intelligent and ambitious student with world-domination plans.

- Brian Griffin: A sophisticated and wise student who serves as a voice of reason.

Original Characters:

- Andrea Kaimai: A strong and determined student with a mysterious past as a demon slayer.

- Emmy Tanaka: A non-binary student with a love for music and scars from a challenging background.

Call of Duty Zombies Characters:

- Tank Dempsey, Nikolai Belinski, Takeo Masaki, Edward Richtofen, Samuel J. Stuhlinger, Marlton Johnson, Abigail "Misty" Briarton, Russman: Students with diverse backgrounds, each bringing their unique strengths and challenges.

El Chavo Characters:

- El Chavo, Quico, La Chilindrina, Ñoño, Popis: Students who add humor and variety to the school environment.

Demon Slayer Characters:

- Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, Hantengu, Gyokko, Daki and Gyutaro: Students who possess unique abilities and personalities, making them stand out.

These characters create a vibrant and diverse student body with a wide range of talents and backgrounds, leading to various interactions and stories within the school AU.

[i-mybrunettelady]

HELLO DIO! I HAVE LESS TALKED ABOUT KIDDOS!

Vladimira Jarsdottir - my WvW kiddo, but rarely used because I can't get into warrior properly. But she's a norn of the Shiverpeaks, an adventurer who found purpose in motherhood as opposed to glory and all around a fucking mountain of a woman who's not to be messed with. Nyra's old friend, also married to @moonlit-grove's Fiadh, a fellow mom to Mirka's biological son Kov.

Eirene Featherscorn - a disgraced shaman of Owl after she turned to Jormag during the Icebrood Saga. She's now trying to make amends and redeem herself after being rejected by not only the Spirits she once revered, but also norn at large. Hunts down Icebrood and any traces of Jormag's corruption left on Tyria. Has a permanently icebrooded stretch of scarred skin around her eyes, which are icy white and deeply unsettling. Women don't want her, but fish fear her.

Kosara Severbone - an alt Commander in an AU shared with @uselessidiotsquad, where Kosara's a co-commander with her twin sister Vissenta Severgrace (played by Ruby.) Blood Legion, revenant, possibly renegade, channels Mallyx. She's also a member of the Priory. A calm, opposite-of-feral (without being tame) Commander. In love with/dating Rytlock Brimstone.

Livion Stormbreath - not a new face, but a face less posted about regardless! I don't play him much bc I don't really like engi, but I love Liv as a character a whole lot and I'm kissing the forehead of everyone who said he's their fave kiddo of mine. A gentle giant, elementalist turned engineer, Iron legion deserter, Priory Explorer, archeologist and a historian. El's boyfriend. A certified bestest man ever. Very floofy.

HELLO GUILD WARS 2 TUMBLR!

do you happen to have a character that you rarely post about? that you haven’t shared pictures of in a long while/ever?

i am asking you to show them to me NOW! or show MULTIPLE to me NOW! share a sceeenshot share a drawing share some lore about your less talked about blorbos please :)

[heatobrienswife]

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