#technically the story ends here

[theribbajack]

"Now, the vow will be honoured, and my Lord brother's soul will return."

Radahn stans keep winning, but I personally am in Miyazaki's walls rn

[time-woods]

EMOTIONAL WIN ! ! the bug lets his emotions make decisions for once !

[celtrist]

The giving up autonomy during the radioapple bad end makes me wonder what would happen if Alastor's curse got broken AFTER a bad end? Like, baby-trapped Alastor or forcefully transitioned Alastor, both having straight up given up, how would they even deal with recovering from that? In the baby-trapped scenario it's not like Lucifer can stop interacting with Alastor because there's a CHILD involved now, but holy shit.

I imagine there's always the sort of optional end to each bad end route that does lead back to the "good end" where the curse is lifted! But while that was always the thought, I didn't fully think about the implications of what Alastor would have to deal with from each bad end!

While there are things that Alastor and everyone would still have to deal with in the normal good end (like Alastor's paranoia), the bad end to the good end is probably soooo much worse for everyone. The only ones I think wouldn't mind what happened would be the Vees (aside from Velvette being like "ew, I was trying to go for his old ass"), Alastor's owner, and on sooome level Niffty and Husk. Niffty is pretty depraved, but in canon she doesn't seem that interested in doing that sort of stuff with Alastor so I can see her not being 100% good with her actions. Husk on the other hand I can see absolutely loving that he was the one that owned Alastor instead of the other way around, and thrilled he became an overlord again. But I don't think he'd love all the physical abuse and forced dressing that clearly had Alastor uncomfortable. Hell, I think he'd be a bit weirded out by Alastor being obedient and calling Husk "sir" with no bite, but then he'd be actually pleased with that in this AU.

I think each bad end does have something pretty bad to linger on after, though some less than others. Like all in all, the best bad ends to go to the good end with would probably be radiobelle or radiodust. While there'd definitely be aftereffects, those two endings honestly don't have anything too egregious happening like Vaggie's or Lucifer's ending (if you'd wanna go the baby-trapping route with that ending).

Vaggie would probably be WAAAYY more avoidant of Alastor post her bad end turned good end. Because I can't imagine her being able to live with the fact of knowing she's fucked over someone's life and their comfortability with their body. Potentially I could see Vaggie self-exiling herself from the Hotel and going missing just because of that. I could also see her trying to help by finding things for Alastor (de-transitioning places, therapy, and so on), but never bringing it to Alastor himself and asking others to instead. I imagine in whoever's bad end he ends up in that turns into a "good end" that Alastor would become waaaayy more paranoid and potentially skittish of that person. So he'd probably always get very quiet and fall into the "Allison" persona Vaggie gave whenever she was around. A persona that I think he'd struggle getting rid of in general because he'd been conditioned and mutilated so badly (both physically and mentally) to fit that persona.

Lucifer, if we go with the baby-trapping idea in his ending, would also be quite difficult. Because it would already be difficult with it just between Alastor and Lucifer (Lucifer's easy answer would be to just fuck off from the hotel and never step foot 100 yards from Alastor), but adding a baby to the mix would muddle things a lot! Lucifer definitely reads as the type to not care by the means of where his baby might come from. If it's his, it's his. And he'd want to have this kid TRY to have some semblance of a good life because they didn't ask to be a part of one of Lucifer's most regrettable moments of his life. I think for both Lucifer and Alastor, it would be hard to look at the kid. Because I mean, they'd be a stark reminder of what Lucifer did to Alastor and that terrible curse Alastor has had to live with for the majority of his afterlife. I'm inclined to say Alastor wouldn't like the kid, but I'm genuinely not entirely sure. My gut feeling would be that he'd absolutely hate them and want nothing to do with them when the bad end turns good. By the same token, I can see Alastor having latched onto the kid. Not as "the one good thing in his life" necessarily as much as he would be able to so much more easily pretend someone wasn't obsessed with him. As a baby, they're just a baby. As a kid, he could brush off the marriage comments as a strange kid thing (like just those kiddish proclamations where a kid will say "I'm gonna marry mom someday" but it's genuinely just from a place of innocence. I think that's more of an anime thing, but it would work in this au). At the very least, Alastor would have heavy mixed feelings about the kid if he doesn't downright hate them.

If they were a baby by the time radioapple's bad end turned into a good end, I could see Lucifer leaving WITH the child and taking care of them on their own. Especially if we do go with the idea that Alastor would want nothing to do with the kid after everything. Lucifer would probably hide their origins from them: Both on the basis of "how do you tell a person that they're a product of something so bad" and so they don't go trying to look for Alastor (potential story angst to be sure). But I think Lucifer would try to give them as normal of a life as possible. He honestly, if able to, might have them live in a completely different ring from Alastor. Maybe give them to Asmodeous and Fizz. And in the case scenario where Alastor wants to be the one to keep the child, Lucifer would back off and leave. It'd hurt not being able to see his own child, but he's not exactly gonna argue with Alastor. And I think Alastor himself would make sure his kid wouldn't go meeting Lucifer. I don't think they'd hide their origins from them when they're old enough to properly process it. It's in the scenario where the kid is already out of baby-or even toddler age there would be some issues. Because then they're put into a bind of completely ruining this one kid's life. I don't think Alastor would honestly tolerate the idea of suffering the same living space as Lucifer and still want him to leave. So even when they're older it'd still pretty much end the same: the kid either stays with Alastor or leaves with Lucifer. Except this time, I don't think Lucifer would give up the kid to Asmodeous and Fizz and instead keep raising them on his own (maybe with Lilith if that would be within reason, but that depends on where canon goes quite honestly). And if the kid is an adult, pretty easy for Lucifer to just leave then. Alastor might disown the kid as well in this instance, but that again depends on if you'd think he'd actively dislike them or does care about them.

[delicioustarong]

They feared for their lives as they hear the screams of another.

Arc I : Betrayal

Post- Movie 1

Click for better quality, my notes about this art is under the cut 👇

Finally got to show you all art about Arc 1! YAY!! This Au has 3 Arcs in total, the first one is Post Movie 1, the second one is basically a retelling of Movie 1 but with a twist, and the last arc is a combination of the second and third movie :3

I have mixed feelings about this art cause I think everything blends together but at the same time not?? It's not really my favorite (._.). I do like the concept of it though, I really want to capture the fear and I don't really think I did that well...so meh-- I might redraw this next time. Idk maybe 👀. Hope you all like it!

For context on what is happening, check this post!

Here's the sketch version:

[curlyparmesan]

Wow, How Do We Relationship? is really really good. Like really good. Love how real the characters are and how messy everything is. And so much representation. I hope the author can stick the landing in the next few weeks, because it's already so good where it is now.

[jam-packed]

hiiii no one asked but pt 1 of a billion to my last unicorn au where marc is not a unicorn it will be marcnaia but not u gotta be patient im sry. anyways intro ily

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Casey sighs as he and Enea step carefully through the loose, winding path the forest grants them. They had been looking for a viable lake to fish at for a while, and despite the beauty of the greenwood that surrounded them, Casey knew this was not the place for them. It is far too quiet for comfort, Casey thinks, far too peaceful for him to truly enjoy—he is quite a modern man, as he considers. The trees stand tall and foreboding but plentiful and lush; the ground without leaves or brambles—not a prickle of snow has seen the ample soil beneath them—each blade of grass stands just tall enough to tickle the hairs on Enea’s naked ankles; each critter and creature they saw met them with curiosity and childlike wonder but leaving enough distance where Casey would not have to prevent Enea from taking something home; the birds sing sweet melodies into their ears, each note seeming to lead them closer and closer to where they would like to be; and Casey gets the lucky remnants of delicate and decadent speckled fur in the corners of his eyes—bright specks flitting in his vision to-and-fro.

Casey puts his hand on Enea’s shoulder, forcing his attention from the beauty enveloping them. “We must look elsewhere, Enea. This is no place for us.”

“What do you mean?” Enea’s eyes sparkle as he asks, mesmerized by the twisting leaves in the reaching branches above them, shining sparse but angelic light onto the two—kissing each curl on Enea’s head and spinning them to gold.

“There is magic here, my friend, learned slight by those that dwell in the cerval’s forest.”

“Cerval?”

“You are too young to have seen one, Enea, for the one here is lone in this world.” Casey declares, looking into the deep brush of the forest, where two bewildering moon-slit eyes follow him intently; he knows better than to stay here now. “We must think better than to fish here, lest we remove the world of any more magic.”

“Tell me of it, since I have not seen one—not heard of one,” Enea pleads with shining eyes, his boyish charm much more apparent now than even when they first met those fair months ago, in a small pub far from where the sun sets on them now. “Tell me, Casey.”

Casey hums, feeling tiny, near minuscule ants crawl up his calf with no care, and he grants them such privilege. “My great-grandmother—maybe even great-great-grandmother—told my mother, who told me, of her meetings with one. It came to her, rather than her to it—as most seem to do—and–”

“Did she capture it?” Enea’s voice trembles slightly.

“Of course not, dearest Enea. She simply sat near it, with the barest of a smile upon her lips to perhaps bring it close to her, and it did. It laid its head in her lap and licked the small sprouts of blood that flourished from her hands, healing the cuts that may have wounded her. Then it fell asleep, bringing her along with it—she only woke when she found it had gone, leaving her clothes barren of blemishes and bruises.”

“What did it look like?”

A smile floats onto Casey’s face. “Its eyes reflect the moon, and its fur is as soft as a well-loved cat’s.”

“Where did they all go, my love?”

Casey shrugs, his face flaring from the title Enea bestows him with. “Things change. There are things greater than us that haunt the Earth—it is no place for grand creatures such as he.”

There is a pregnant pause from Enea, bare of his usual thoughts and questions and mistakes in his speech that Casey finds ever so endearing. He looks around the forest for what they both come to know will be their last, the floral air kissing him sweetly. “Yes,” Enea says, determination set on his brow. He adjusts the rod and bag that lay upon his back, taking deep steps into the forest floor as if running towards the outer world beyond them. “Yes, let us fish someplace else.”

They reach the forest’s edge quickly—the blinding eyes following each move with careful precision—and Casey turns towards the poor creature, knowing its presence despite his decided lack of vision about it. He frowns as his voice cracks on his tongue, teeth clicking together reluctantly with each word.

“Do not leave here, dear wolf, for the world out here will ensure your end; keep in your forest, keep it lush and bright, with each creature protected by your grand stead—for no other can do as you do, for you are the last.” Casey can feel his eyes fill with salt and glistening pity. “I wish you luck, my friend; beware of men and girls that will only become bitter, old, and silly.”

The two take their leave, their packs full of nets, rods, bait, and gear gone along with them, and the cerval wolf’s gaze falls from them with a slow, dreary sadness. “Is it true?” He asks the forest he habits, his voice hoarse and crackling from disuse—it would frighten him if he allowed himself fear. “Am I really all that is left?”

He does not prance like the deer that follow his horrified sprint. He throws himself to the ground, twisting and crying in the dirt and gravel, biting at his tail and bowed legs for some poor sense of comfort. 

“How selfish they all are!” He growls through his mournful yelps. “My brother, my beloved brother! How could I live if he has left me, too?” The sprawling roots and sagging blades of grass hug at the poor creature’s shivering and solitary bod. The cerval drags itself up to lay by the river bed, its water akin to a mirror—clear and unwaning—if the pitiful beast had ever seen the latter to compare the two. He weeps once more, his tears mixing deep into the minute waves that come from the small waterfall nearby. He takes a drink, kissing the surface of the water with his speckled fur and padded nose, only to replenish himself of the tears he lost so he may start anew.

The heavens fall to darkness, the only light coming from the moon and stars shining through the trees’ fair leaves and branches overhead, and the heart-rending wolf has stayed in its tragic state for—to him—what felt like days. “Maybe,” he thinks out loud to the fish beneath the quivering ripples of the river beside him, “maybe I am to leave this place. What do men know? I could find them with ease, with pride. I am a great beast like no other; men tremble before me, and thunder calls my name—it would be with great ease, yes.” He swats at the brown trout taunting him from below, catching one by pulling it to the edge—where the water and soil meet in hopeful embrace—lifting it with his claws and peering at the poor thing with deep, bright, curious eyes. “Or maybe I should stay,” he concedes, pushing the rather dull trout back into the glistening waters. “I cannot really leave.” He stands to walk the river’s stream. “If I am truly the only one, I cannot leave for selfish reasons as they all have.”

He laughs to himself, “The forest will make fun, they will make me cry on return, and I will never leave again.”

“Yes,” he decides. “I will not leave. There is no possibility for it.”

[thesaurus-lover]

if kuroo tetsurou, captain of team connect, JVA promotions division mastermind, king of lowering the net, does not narrate the volleyball rules monologue at the end of the anime then see you all in the next life

[theenemyod]

I can only think of one set of fictional twins where they both survive.

[asthedeathoflight]

i keep seeing aus where nona is harrow's much younger sister or adopted daughter. but also i think nona and harrow being twins would be so funny

No you're right. And Harrow would fucking hate that which is why its funny.

[leviiackrman]

I just found out what happens to dabi at the end of mha. Don’t talk to me.

[dreamerchildunofficial]

So toriel knows the situation right now too?

* Just the basics. She knows time is looping, and she knows about the save points now and that I could time travel with them when we were in the Underground. And she knows about why we need to get everything into the Underground, the fact that everyone except me and Flowey will forget, and uh, the fact that we hadn't told anyone about this until basically just now.

* ...She wasn't exactly happy about that one.

* But she doesn't know about uh, the possession or that I've died before or about the Void or the fog I think, I don't think that got brought up. Basically all she needed to know to help us convince Sans that he needs to help us, she knows, but anything beyond that, she doesn't, but she could tell there were still stuff being hidden from her that she acknowledged we didn't have the time to talk about, and she asked me to explain everything to her myself next loop which... I don't know if I want to do it next loop?

* It's already been a lot, telling Alphys and Undyne everything and then going from just trying to investigate ourselves, me and Flowey that is, to having a plan of action and a lot of people working on it now. I know I can't hide it from her forever, but I think I need time to fully process all of today.

* Also, I would like to take the time next loop to try to test the upper and lower boundaries of this town to see if it really is a sphere or if there's a way to get under or over the fog. Whether that happens while Alphys, and hopefully Sans again- I don't know how well convincing him to help is going to go next round- are off in the Underground working on blueprints or not, I guess we'll see. I have to talk to Flowey about the best way to speedrun telling the important bits that everyone needs to know, and the taking notes of what Alphys and Sans said about the project would definitely help with that, so thank you again for that suggestion.

* If you or anyone has any other suggestions about what to do before the machine gets built, the ask box is always open! Or, I guess we might even have a lot more down time to talk about not important stuff since I don't know how to build a save point tracking machine, and I don't think Flowey does either.

* We'd still have to help though since they can't see it, right?

* True. But we're not exactly equipped to do most of the building.

* Fair.

* Wait, so does that mean... we essentially get to take a break?

* ...

* Maybe...?

* I don't know, it would feel really weird to just... do that.

* Well... I need one, and I miss Maddy. I haven't talked to her in apparently over half of a year.

* You??? Admitting to missing someone???

* I

* Listen, alright? I didn't uh, ACTUALLY mean I miss her, I just uh, feel bad because I've blown her off so many times when I should have been hanging out with her, and

* I can't believe you let Raz call you his friend AND you admitted to missing Maddy!!!

* WE'RE NOT

* I DIDN'T

* FUCK YOU!!!

* HEY!!! UNDYNE IS IN THE NEXT ROOM, IDIOT, STOP THROWING ROCKS AT GBGMSBGfjcmsjfmsnf

[ace-malarky]

Happy WuBWub! Can you tell me a bit about a location? A building, a city, a forest, a country, an island, whatever you like :)

happy WuBWub!!

I sure can oh god wait do I have any decently thought out ones the answer is. maybe? hold on we're doing a sideways dive into the Leritheyar shenanigans I bring up every so often

So there was an island that was like where all the mages trained and lived etc and we see around it during the tour guide that was Werecreature Chronicles a little bit (and if I ever give that thing the rewrite it deserves, we'll see it better) and like. the mages lived in the mountains at the heart of the island, like full building-carved-into-the-peaks kinda thing with winding tunnels and balconies and really shit heating because what do you expect of them, I don't think their magic ever extended to double glazing (or maybe it did? their brand is called Versatile for a reason. don't think heat shields were included)

anyway. plot shenanigans ensued. The island ends up sinking bc of massive magical backlash connected to the Gates being solidified and Leiri being linked to the world, all that fun stuff

Time passes, the island is forgotten, magic gets eaten by the Alisier, Kaithr lets it back into the world, you know the deal

And then Kaithr, half-remembering things and needing a place for all their new magic users to go, sails back out into the ocean and finds the island again. Sorta.

still sunk, there ain't no fixing that, so the mountain tops of the range are a new archipelago of sorts? I am. very bad at scaling things because I can't hold sizes in my head so this is a vague thing, I'm vaguely thinking Galapagos style?

But it's big enough that the new magic users set up their first base/settlement/etc in/on/around them and there are still ways down into the tunnels that aren't entirely flooded so Kaithr gets to make their lair in them and actually I need to work in a lot more because obviously like the sea flora etc is gonna be weirder bc sir that's Trees under there. maybe they've adapted or maybe there's just a whole drowned forest, you know?

[mbat]

its funny being still fairly a noob when it comes to the sonic fandom despite living adjacent to it basically my whole life, cause im looking at this newer stuff and im like 'oh thats cool and fun, ok i liked that' and then i glimpse into the fandom and people who know WAAAAY more than me are like 'THAT WAS FUCKING HORRIBLE WHAT THE FUCK DID THEY DO TO THESE CHARACTERS'

i feel like im more correct because honestly im just having fun

[puck1919]

"What is food if never on is fed, when with strange disposals, even death lies dead?"

Mr. Mulligan, I know you considered Call of Cthulhu for "Mice & Murder"-- Lovecraft season when???

[imflyingfish]

Honestly i dont like sculk spreading/corruption storylines theyre really boring with a few exceptions

[moe-broey]

Why did I start like three other projects when I was already working on a big project when I just got hit with the autism exhaustion beam (requires. At least One Full Day just dead in bed, and then some more Taking It Easy time after)