#tf cursed knight au

[glitchgh0sty]

Don’t mind me,, just writing a thing for the first time in forever [Transformers x dnd mayhem] ⚔️🐉🤖

Transformers Cursed Knights au, chp 1 [under cut <33]

Jazz always loved the night. Under the dim light of a bio lit city. The constant sway of metal, wood and magic pulsing through the air finally ebbing as the bright twisted sun hides its face. Jazz always loved the dark, how its comforting grasp could hide the details of his face. He had just finished the longest shift ever near the tips of the city's necropolis and had positively smiled his own face stiff from under that spotlight’s harsh gaze.

Clenching and unclenching his hands, as they were sore and calloused from countless days of playing the lute, people shouted in his mind and at his face, “Play another Rico! Nono, not that one,, bard play something else. Can you sing any louder? Why must you pick these disgraceful tunes? Play the Primes ballad, play the primes ballad, play the primes ballad!” Request, after request running through his mind on repeat

They always ask for the Ballad of the Primes.

It’s not even a cool story really, Jazz didn’t understand why the court marshals would keep begging him to sing it.

‘Once upon a sunny day, toil in the heat as you may,, under the crown of a filthy king, who controlled the world with an iron fist, near free thought or lovely bliss,, how dare ye Pax, how dare ye still,, loose your monsters on us all, you beg us to plead and fall,, under their talons, breath and teeth,, you and your court of beasts shall fall, make room for the primes, make room for us all,, your heart is made of metal and your mind is made of flame,, so you how dare you betray what you have sewn,, your 13 beasts of burden flatten hills far and wide, all around our country from far side to side, so fall down fall down fall down to the pit from hence you came, we banish you and your unlawful crew to death on this day,,

Doodoodoo yada yada yada,, keep the monsters out, keep us safe and sound oh court of high. Something like that.’

Court. Safe.

Pft- Filthy rich little buggers.

He had been playing for the noblemen that night on the necropolis. People who were in good with the court, so his coin bag agreed to his sacrifice as he swayed down the street. Rico was a name he had supplied to nearly every employer he had as a way to save his face, determined to keep his theatrical and personal life as separate as possible.

Not that it often worked though. As people would call him out down at the market, on strolls across the energon fields, down at the metal smither’s and around every local energy deposit, all swarming and swooning for his voice.

He was borderline sick of it. But hey, that’s just business, his coin bag replied.

He hadn’t had time to change into his commoner clothes before rushing out of the venue so he messed with the cloth of his extravagant collar uncomfortably. It was worth it though, to get out of there so that the light of his spot on the stage might not unmask his disdain for this whole charade.

Whatever

He opened up his side vents a bit to grasp the cool air of the night and ex vented as he entered the field that marked his home. He would have chosen a place a little closer to his buddy Blaster, but the town of Nevercon was only insufferable nowadays. He looked around the comforting dark and decided to scope out a long way home today. I mean what the heck, if he had only the night to breathe, then he might as well wander, without the prying eyes of the town reaching for his voice.

His voice, his voice, his voice..

He was tired of it all, too tired to sing for himself really anymore so he wandered to the border of the woods in silence, letting the noises of the energon stalks swaying in the field and the sound of his own feet on the damp mulch fill the void instead.

He made his way around the woods, enjoying the calm of the night. Passing the trees one by one, over streams and around logs. The berries of the wood and the spirits of the night glowed dimly in the eve so that he knew where to put his feet but not much more.

Thirty minutes, an hour? had passed in the dim of the night before he began to grow weary of his steps. Maybe he should turn around? He had never really come this far before? He dismissed that thought almost as soon as he’d had it. As the further he wandered away from the town, the lighter the weight on his chest had become. He felt like he could finally breathe. But he was growing tired. Maybe he could spend the night out in the woods, like he used to before the court had closed the borders.

He used to wander the world, bringing his tales from land to land, song in his heart, lute in his hand, and not a coin in his bag. But those days were long gone and his expensive regalia itched at his joints uncomfortably as he contemplated sitting down. His outfits were tailored for him by the people who asked for his services, so he would probably never hear the end of it from his employers if they found so much as a speck of dirt on it.

Deciding to quit testing his luck in the dark for the night, Jazz turned to start making his way back to the shabby little house on the hill, but was soon caught dead in his tracks. He listened for the sounds of the world, and his muscles tightened as he could no longer hear anything, any response from said world at all. No whistling wind through the trees, no twinkle of spark lights, no spark lights at all?? It was like the forest was holding it’s breath, lying in wait for something. Or someone.

When did everything get so quiet?

The stories he told came rushing back to his mind suddenly, though he had been singing them all day long. ‘Loose your monsters on us all,’

There’s no way that’s right, his mind whispered with a start as his hands started to sweat. Jazz had been told tales of these woods by worried passerbys, Red Alert for the most part, but nobody had really believed him. Monsters were a thing of legend, and everyone had told Jazz that Red Alert had a screw loose. These were just stories people make up for nothing but entertainment. Jazz would know. But he couldn’t fight the countless memories, quips, tales he had seen countless people whisper about them all the same from tavern to tavern, town to town.

Listening for a moment more, Jazz made up his mind. He was going to run back home like a blitz of thunder and hope to the dead Primus that nothing would catch him. But just before he started off, he heard it. A thump, soft but audible. Or was it more of a bump? No, that would imply that something is here right? But he couldn’t see anything. Ooh he was in it now. Rubbing his sweaty hands on his vest as quietly as he could, Jazz resolved to pick the closest tree he could get his hands on, duck behind it, and prey whatever’s here has absolutely horrible nighttime eyesight. He couldn’t risk trying to run away from a creature of the night, especially in these stiff garments.

Feeling his way around, he cursed as the chains and beads around his sheathed flute let off a light jingle. Stifling that noise with one hand he felt around with the other.

Come on people. Trees?? I’m in the MIDDLE of a FOREST. This shouldn’t be that hard…

Jazz really couldn’t see a thing.

Feeling around and grasping at nothing but air for a while his hand finally slammed into something!

A tree! a smooth. cold tree. Wait. Smooth!?

Jazz gasped in silent disbelief and kept his hand as still as he could muster, though it felt like his spark was trying to claw out of his throat.

Maybe, whatever is here, doesn’t know I am here? I mean who am I kidding, maybe it’s a rock? Yeah, a very cold, smooth, shifting, cool rock. Wait no, that doesn’t work.

Jazz tilted his head up to try to understand the sounds around him, silently hoping the forest would give him a hint as to what his hand might be pressed against.

The ‘rock’ expanded a little, just enough to really test Jazz’s resolve before a low rumble shook the ground beneath his show boots.

Rocks don’t make noise. They shouldn’t make noise? Rocks don’t thump, rocks don’t beat,

Jazz shifted his fingers in desperation, surely hoping he had misread his predicament. As a slow but steady pulse ran up his fingers and down his spine.

Yep no, I read that right the first time, rocks don’t thump, rocks don’t rumble, rocks don’t beat. Holy Primus..

Rocks don’t breathe…

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Thank you @paradoxtheconfused for convincing me to write something after not having picked up the pen for literal years TuT <333

Some context ✨:

[keferon]

You all flatter me! Now I am all pumped up to continue on the TF mecha au train. Ratchlock has me in a chokehold. You can't compliment me like that, It goes to my head! I haven't writen anything in like 12 years 😭. Also Yes yes to all the angst. I thrive on it more then the fluffy moments. Jazz and Deadlock/Drift are lining up nicely for a possible meeting. But first Deadlock WILL bath in blood! Wanna see?

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Ratchet will not let Deadlock follow him around. Nope. Instead he keeps Deadlock on strict bed rest /he's learning human terms in his free time/ with the oh so sweet promise to weld him to the wall if he doesn't listen. He knows better to not test Ratchet, he'd do it no hesitation. Deadlocks fangs and claws only cause a raised eyebrow and wave of a slipper near well... anywhere in Ratchet's swating or throwing range. Since both of them honor their word/glyphic, they made a deal that if Ratchet comes home on time then in return Deadlock will be on his best behavior.

They use every extra moment together to learn, heal, and plot together. Deadlock's wounds are fully healed by now. He is ready to be the guardian knight he vowed to be for Ratchet. Ratchet's knuckles still ache which makes his hands shaky at times, especially when cold, but his squishy perseveres like a true warrior. Deadlock has learned that revving his engine to build up heat and letting Ratchet rest against his chassis helps with those trimmering aches the bioengineer tries to rub out.

He wants to give any comfort he can to Ratchet while he's working in that cursed lab with those ungreatful sacks of slags. He has photos of each one of those fraggers saved in his proccesor. The list only grows the longer they wait to leave. If he can work around Ratchet somehow, he'll cross them off at some point with a deep satisfaction while doing it. Ratchet has been as sly as a turbofox. He's been sidestepping, talking around, and out ranting the higher ups for a while. Deadlock is so proud of him for not backing down or falling silent. Right now Deadlock has the tv playing a sitcom while tinkering with his long range blaster. His audial fins flick as the door opens and closes. Ratchet looks at the show while shrugs his winter coat off, "So has Sam confessed his undying love to the ice cream vender Carly yet?" Ratchet asks walking over to the lazy-e-boy chair.

Deadlock reaches out and taps his back before he can sit down. "Refuel first." He reminds him before going back to tightening some wires. He smiles at the grumble and is pleased when Ratchet listens to him for once and heads to the kitchen, "and no the episode ended with him getting hit by a waste disposal truck. Now it's a filler episode. Jack is trying to get out of going to an Amica Endura's beach party. He is playing up a illness called the pox."

Ratchet comes back with a warm plate of food. Deadlock nods pleased with the portion. Ratchet rolls his eyes and sits down, "They did that same plot with Raphael four seasons ago." He grumbles and bats at Deadlocks claw when he tries to ruffle his hair, "If they drag this out for three episodes like last time I am popping in a different show." Both are content, they banter and complain about the show while Ratchet eats. When Ratchet reclines his lazy-e-boy chair Deadlock puts his weapon away, "They are transferring some of us to a different base in the morning. You know First Aid. They are putting him on a transport to the sister base north east of here. Called the Alpha Blade Strikers."

Deadlock tilts his helm, "That's the one that was visiting here? The commander of that base is the one you knocked out for slagging you off right? You mentioned the base being cursed." He asks leaning forward a bit, his servos tingling for revenge.

"Yes, same place and person. Don't believe in any of that cursed stuff but a lot of talk does go around about it. Mostly one pacific mecha being the main cursed object. First Aid was stressed to tears about being transferred. He had just gotten comfortable here with his friends. I feel a bit bad for the kid." Ratchet mumbles rubbing his face with his unbandged hand.

Deadlock gives a soft smile, "From what you've told me, he keeps his helm down. I am sure he will find friends or leave when he can. But if you are worried I am not opposed to taking him with us."

"We do not kidnap people, Drift. He wouldn't want to come along anyways. He wants to 'do his part for human kind'. Besides it takes him a while to get use to change and the possibility that we may be hunted down once we leave would most likely send him into cardiac arrest." Ratchet tilts his head back gives Deadlock a stern look, "On the topic of leaving we'll need to do that sooner then planned. Something isn't right, I don't like how hyper focused Pharma has gotten with quintessons corpses. Now he is showing intrest in you. He wants to know how I programmed a mecha to be powered by an AI system so flawlessly. It's driving him up a wall to not know. You know, since a mecha has never moved around without a pilot and can not talk. He keeps begging the higher ups to let him 'partner up with me' or let him take over the 'project' since I am just 'playing around with you'."

"Right fine. No kidnapping the youngling. But do not assume we will be the ones being hunted." Deadlock hums amused but turns serious when Pharma is brought up. That name is at the top of his 'don't let Ratchet catch on' splat list, "But me being 'imprinted' on you is keeping them from letting him get his quintessons gut covered servos... Err hands sorry, on me."

Ratchet nods rubbing his face again with a tired sigh, "I made certain they know you'll attack anything that isn't me." Deadlock can tell Ratchet is fighting a yawn. He lays down behind the chair and rumbles his engine. Ratchet's lips twitch with a smile hearing how smooth it's running now, "Pharma has never been a good listener though. Just be on guard okay kid... he's ploting something." Ratchet mumbles soaking up the heat coming from behind him. He tilts his head back against the head rest looking up at Deadlocks handsome, smug, sharp fanged grin, "He tries touching you, you can kill him. Don't let him into your system. I fear what he'd do. Probably make you even more loony and unbearable." The bioengineer yawns his voice full of fondness that makes Deadlock's spark sing.

Deadlock purrs as he gently pets Ratchet's head with a, claw retracted, digit. Ratchet's eyes grow heavy missing the most feral, down right demonic, energon hungry look Deadlock has at the permission to off Pharma, "He will not harm me. But I can tell he has worn on you today. You are more drained then grumpy, your insults are lacking any heat. Recharge Ratchet. I will reconfigure our supplies and time line while you regain your strenght. Then I'll show you in the morning. You can edit it while you fuel." He chuckles as Ratchet grumbles and mumbles at him. His squishy can't fight the cozy warmth and soothing pets. Deadlock's humming engine makes a familiar white noise that has grown to mean safe to Ratchet. In no time Ratchet is out cold. Picking up a blanket with a careful pinch he lays it on top of Ratchet and follows him into recharge.

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They are so close to leaving. They have a place picked out and a time. Their supplies are packed and hidden away with a close friend of Ratchet's. The thing still keeping them on base is Ratchet's need to clear out all of his research. He doesn't want anyone to have anything of his, to have a chance to twist it into something that would cause more harm and death. It's been a tedious process but Ratchet has been deleting his work bit by bit so no one catches on.

Four days before their chosen leave date Ratchet walks into his lab only to be escorted to a debriefing room. One he has have never been to. Deep under the base. He had tried getting anyone to speak up about what's happening but the escorts, six of them for fuck sakes, don't even look at him. His gut instinct is screaming DANGER the deeper they go. His skin is crawling with uneasiness and he is fighting his fight then flight instincts. He taps at the small circler tracker he has in his winter coats collar as subtly as possible. Hoping it looks more like a nervious tick then a trigger to call for help. Hopfully they aren't to far down for it to work. The group stops at a vault door and Ratchet cuts off a growl growing in his throat when one of the 'escorts' pulls out some heavy duty cuffs. "Tell me what reason you have for those or their not going on Spike." He warns fists clenching at his side. He huffs at the click of a gun and someone has the balls to press it into his back.

The young soldier, Spike, frowns and waves his hand at the others behind Ratchet, "Ratchet please it's just procedure. You have saved a lot of our lives don't make us be rough. We don't want to be. Just put them on so I don't get yelled at later." Ratchet narrows his eyes, frown tightening. Spike groans, "I don't know what they want. No one told us anything. Please I am just doing what I was told."

Ratchet can tell Spike is holding his breath, pleading silently for Ratchet to listen. Ratchet does let a growl slip when the guns barrel grinds into his spine. His head snaps around and he glares hard enough to cause pause, "Cut that out, I know exactly how far to shove that to not kill you but make damn sure you wish I did." He snarls as he holds his wrists up to Spike. The comment earns him muffled chuckles and a few glares. Cuffs on Ratchet walks into the room. Spike shoots him an apologetic look as the door closes behind him. With a heavy exhale Ratchet takes in the room. A concrete floor, circular shaped room with thick metal walls. Cameras line the ceiling edges. His exhale catches in his throat as the metal walls start rolling up to reveal bullet proof glass filled with quintessons in various stages of dissection and tests. "We have another sublevel secret lab bellow our sublevel secret lab. Of course we do." Ratchet mumbles flatly to pissed off he didn't know this base was more fucked up then he thought then to be scared.

Speakers crackle on and an annoying whine comes through, "Not the reaction I was hoping for. Come on Ratch buddy show a bit more emotion then that. Less grump more begging maybe? At least shock." Pharma's voice chimes around him in an irritating way.

"Looks like all of this has been going on for a while. Why bring me into this now Pharma?" Ratchet says calmly since that seems to piss Pharma off more. He looks at his cuffed wrists and his blood runs cold as the hair on his neck stands on end. Goosebumps cover his arms making him shudder under the heavy coat, "I am not here for shop talk."

"Mmhmm, I am going to miss that snarky brain of yours Ratchy. But you did do a lot of things that put the base in danger. Security has taken notice of a lot of data, intel, cameras and video footage being tampered with." Pharma almost has a mocking sing songy tone to him. Strange, Ratchet knows he didn't tamper with anything that would jeopardized the security of the base. Definitely not the cameras or video footage, "You know what you've done and what we do to traitors. I already have received the ok to take over your work. The good commander is allowing me to say goodbye to you since we were such good old friends. Don't worry. I'll take good care of your Mecha." Yeah, Pharma sounds real choked up about all this, Ratchet rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, he'll take care of you Pharma." Ratchet keeps his tone and body language nonchalant as he studies the cuffs. He takes note of the little bit of gap, if he dislocates his thumbs.. "Only thing that's annoying about all of this is I'll be late getting home."

"I swear you are boring me to death on purpose Ratchet!!" Pharma snarls as a thud noise rings through the speakers

"Oh could I be so lucky?" Ratchet sighs sounding hopeful. He stiffens as the room lights turn red and multiple hisses of compressed air being released surrounds him. A robotic voice rings out a warning that the test subjects are being released. Ratchet whips his head around stepping in a circle as snarles and screeches drowned out the warnings. Ratchet steadies his breathing as best he can as his hands trimble and heart beats wildly. Deadlock would be livid if he doesn't go down giving it his all to get back to him. Ratchet would be just as pissed to, "I'll do what I can but you better hurry kid..."

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"You weren't suppose to do that Pharma." A flat voice speaks up from behind Pharma after picking up the chair he had kicked away. Pharma scoffs and grumbles, "You are not even going to ask him what he ment by being late to his quarters?" The chief of security drones on.

"Be sure to capture all angles. I want detailed shots of it all." Pharma growls removings his hand from the release butten he hit hard enough to crack. "You are being paranoid per usual. Don't tell me you never heard the rammblings of a dying man?" Pharma sighs, with a dramatic flick of his wrist he walks out of the room.

"No, but I imagine I will soon enough." The security director mumbles under his breath. Reaching over the chair he resets the cameras.

OH. OH THEY ARE FUUUUUUCKED

OH THEY ARE SO SO INCREDIBLY FUCKED THEY ARE GONNA GET SPREAD EVENLY ALL OVER THE FLOOR AND I WANNA SEE IT SO B A D

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[marcskywalker]

merthur au/prompts I can't stop thinking about (@ fic writers)

arthur being magic positive and hiding it from merlin. I spoke more about it here and @neupulman wrote this amazing fic based on it but omg this idea lives in my head RENT FUCKING FREE and I'd love as many fics written on it as possible

merlin being cursed (or wtv) and temporarily loses his magic. He grows insanely controlling of arthur cause he feels like he can no longer protect arthur from danger if he doesn't have magic and is constantly trying is order him around. no, you're not allowed to go there, no you can't say that, no you're not allowed to accept food from him. and arthur is just ?????? tf is wrong with my best friend?? but doesn't read much into it because it's merlin and merlin's always been a little weird and bossy. merlin keeps getting into so much more trouble (cause again, his usual way of staying out of trouble is magic) so arthur's put in position to protect him more often and both of them are ???????? "why THE FUCK ARE you putting yourself in danger for me??" and "WHY ARE YOU getting into so much trouble??" until they figure out that "oh you're in love with me and can't bare to see any harm come to me" and "oh you have magic and someone already hurt you by taking it away"

Arthur meeting Merlin's family for the first time and being accepted. Idk how clear I can make this but I hate Arthur's family and how is he is treated by them (except you ygraine, you're dead and lovely) so ya someone give that boy loving affirmations

One of them is brainwashed/mind controlled/possessed and beats the shit out of the other person who refuses to fight back. I LOVE this trope. It slaps all the time. Look at destiel. Look at stucky. ALL THE TIME

another au that I've spoke about before AND I'LL SPEAK ABOUT IT AGAIN: I took that scene where Arthur says "I'll give up my crown just see her smile again" or something like that about morgana, and ran with it. There is only so many assassination attempts a brother can go through before he wilts and does another to have his sister back. In Arthur's case: he willingly hands over the throne for a chance at having a chance at his pesty, loving, older sister (I AM A YOUNGER BROTHER ARTHUR TRUTHER) look at him with something other than endless hate. what I Love about this prompt is that it could go so so many different ways. @mobycotton was lovely enough to write this amazing fic for me that I LOVED. In my head, Arthur is really shaken up by another one of Morgana's attempts at killing him. He doesn't know what's saved him and at this point he wishes whatever it is would stop. He goes down a spiral thinking of his family; the mother that he killed, the father that he let down, the uncle he betrayed and the sister he never deserved. What good could he be for Camelot when he wasn't even good enough for his flesh and blood. So he announces his truce; gives it over to morgana and leaves Camelot and everyone he knows behind. The knights and merlin have to eventually hunt him down and convince him otherwise (and he meets random people along the way who are stans of King Arthur just like me and he gets some sort of self esteem back)

Protective BAMF merlin. Basically merlin overhears someone talking shit about his prince and starts a fist fight. Arthur finds out

Mid s1 merthur where Arthur knows he's in love with Merlin and he shoves it DEEP inside, sticks to pining after his manservant like the pathetic (lovingly) puppy he is. All Merlin knows is that, for whatever reason, he would rather eat his own feet than let anything happen to Arthur. Which is why when brave, stupid arthur walks towards a stranger light source in the forest; he follows without hesitation, only to see...... arthur and himself snogging against a tree? Basically a pining, repressed prince Arthur and Merlin I don't know what this weird feeling in my tummy when I see him is Emrys accidentally walks through a portal into an alternatively universe where they know how to communicate well and have been disgustingly in love. The four of them have to work together to get Arthur and Merlin back where they belong.

Merlin makes a deal with his king cenred: for protection of his village, he will infiltrate Camelot's castle and bring them down. He just wishes someone had told him that prince charming of Camelot would make him fall in love with his pouty lips and gooey eyes. I don't know if yáll have noticed this but Arthur pouts A LOT. I can't take him seriously smh

[librathefangirl]

Honestly, I could probably spend hours talking about the Monster Sins AU. I think it's my favorite AU of mine, and definitely my biggest one (even if most of it is still just in my head) - but at the same time, so much stuff left to figure out. It's part of why I haven't written another fic for it yet (the other parts being my Febuwhump stories and me getting distracted by new shiny wips). Like, a major thing in this AU is the fact that while all races are alive and free, they keep to themselves (their own realms or places) and the humans are The race of Britannia with the other races being outcasts. They're also being seen as monsters because they are so distinctly not human - but in what way? What makes a giant a giant except their size? What's Merlin's deal besides scaring the crap out of Dreyfus and Hendrickson when she gets excited? If mages are their own separate race, then is Gowther a doll created by a demon or a mage? What tf is Ban's race even called? And don't get me started on Escanor, a cursed human, what?? Even King and Meliodas, who I have figured out enough to write (through the limited perspective of a human outsider), still have some questions regarding their pasts, and - yeah, a lot of missing puzzle pieces still.

But I also have so many plans for this AU. Pre-One Man's Beast plans, like what happened with Melizabeth and Meliodas leaving the demon realm (years not millennia ago), and the story behind Meliodas' broken horn. But also post-One Man's Beast plans, like a sequel to the events in that fic, but also bringing the Sins to Liones (what happened with Elizabeth? What is the Sins relationship with Liones/the Holy Knights given the nature of the humans' relationship to other races?). Much stuff happening. Serious stuff, silly stuff, lots and lots of whump (I mean, it's my fics, so that's probably a given by now XD).

Ahh, yes! Language and communication is so incredible, isn't it? I mean, communication is one of my passions (hence my choice of studies. Although I'm not actually sure how many of my followers actually know what an SLP is? I didn't really when I started studying tot it XD). The Sins learning Meliodas' language is definitely peak friendship. And the relationship between all of the Sins is so important in this AU. Here, as seen in One Man's Beast, they're literally haunted like monsters. The bond between these seven people, all of different races, all outcasts and deemed monsters, is basically the core of the AU, you know? And that's even without mentioning the Event that happens a few years before One Man's Beast (but shhh, no spoilers for that one). Let's just say it will highlight the importance and the bond of the Seven Deadly Sins.

Anyway. This was not supposed to turn into a Monster Sins AU rant, but would you look at that XD. What can I say, I too am excited about this AU!

Yes! The constant struggle... No, no spoilers. *desire to ramble about a fic and/or AU because I'm so excited about it and wanna share it*. Okay, maybe a little teasing?

Some of the best things in writing are accidents or unintentional. Can't count how many times I've had a little idea plant in my mind and next thing I know it's grown into a whole damn forest - like my Dark Melizabeth AU, one moment I think "this won't even be a proper fic" the next I'm wondering if I can use it for ficwip 5k 2023 or if it'll be too long (jury's still out on that one).

Okay but "almost cooks to death in a snowstorm bc his demon body doesn’t know what tf to do" is such a wild but perfect summary. That's exactly it! And that's so relatable with all the Elizabeths XD! For me it's demons in the box. I love making the demons much more demon, but I also don't have like a standard demon I use. They're similar, yes, but they also have their own unique AU twist. Whenever I write more of an AU or add a sequel or something I always go: *rereads fic* wait, which demon is this?

This was so much fun! Hope you're having an amazing day/night/whatever time it is for you too! I'm- *checks clock* Oh, it's already midnight?? I should probably go to sleep - but ooh the desire to stay up all night just because it's the first time in like 3 weeks I actually can... Anyway. Happy writing to you as well! 💜

For the fic ask game!! 5, 6, and/or 7?

Thank you for the ask 💜

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [insert fic]? Answer it now!

As a general rule, I wish someone would ask me about [insert fic] period. I love writing and I love talking about my writing. Any and all questions, comments, rants, screaming, whatever is welcome 💜

The first specific thing that did pop up in my head is actually for a wip: The Dusk Before a New Dawn (my Dark Melizabeth AU). I've come up with my own spell for this fic and would LOVE for someone to ask me about the words. But I'm not gonna answer that now. Honestly, it's so silly and stupid it might ruin the mood of the scene if you know what the spell actually says. But:

Once the fic is actually posted, someone please ask me what the spell words in The Dusk Before a New Dawn means!

6. What’s one fact about the universe of [insert fic] that you didn’t get a chance to mention in the fic itself?

Ooh, this is a tough question because a lot of my fics are part of AUs that I definitely wanna build onto and write more stories for, which means some things will get mentioned/explained in future fics.

But one thing I really want to talk more about is Meliodas' communication in my Monster Sins AU. I'm not sure how much I'll get into it in later fics but it's something I've put a lot of thought into (especially after writing the first fic, oops).

In the first (and so far only) fic in the AU, One Man's Beast, the demons' communication is very much swept under the rug because we experience it through the ignorant perspective of not only an outsider but a human one at that. Through the fic Gavin (our human outsider) notes that Meliodas communicates with King through sounds like rumbling and purring. Gavin dismisses this as just an alternative to speaking since Meliodas' is muzzled and can't actually speak, but it's actually a lot more than that.

The average human relies on two kinds of communication, right? Verbal communication (spoken and written language) and non-verbal communication (body language, facial expressions, gestures and whatnot). The demons in this AU also have a third kind of communication consisting of purring, growling, humming and other sounds like that in a system just as complex as the spoken language. Meaning that yes, Meliodas relied heavily on this (so far unnamed) communication because of the muzzle, but at the same time he might have just used that communication even if he could have spoken.

Gavin also notes that King seem to understand what Meliodas tries to say, which he actually does. Now, this kind of communication is specific to the demons, meaning most people wouldn't understand Meliodas like that, but the Seven Deadly Sins do! Obviously, they can't use this communication themselves, and might not understand everything or exactly what Meliodas says like another demon would, but they've known him for years and have learned to interpret this communication. So, he still can and does use it frequently with them. It's a great asset actually, he can alert them to a threat without having to actually speak the words, meaning they could keep the element of the surprise against enemies trying to catch them by surprise.

7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of?

As you might be able to tell I have a special fondness for the above mentioned AU. But since most of that is still yet to be written or posted (and I've already rambled about that one in this post), I'll go with another one. The way the demons' bodies work in The Heat of the Storm.

What's funny about this is that it was something that just kind of happened? I couldn't decide which prompt I wanted to use since I wanted to both write about Meliodas having a fever and him being stuck and suffering in a snow storm (natural disaster). So instead I decided to do both and came up with a special way the demons inner temperature is dependent and reactive to the environment's temperature. I love making the demons more demon and less human, and this is one of the ways I'm especially proud of!

Anyway. Here's the list for the ask game, if anyone else wanna send me something :)

[catcrazies-midnight]

ok but what if the tfs thing ws A Thing

[scourgeofshadows]

How Emperor Belos Shall Die

- His au selves from fandoms emerge through portals to kick his ass (yes I encountered enough fandoms to see better versions of himself lol) - Hooty swallows him whole - Sans gives him a bad time for stealing his eye - His cursed form is blended into a smoothie and Hooty drinks it - Ends up deceased from extreme palisman addiction and his cursed form (now that's gotta be one of the worst ways anyone can die: aDdIcTiOn) - Should he instead die from simply being high on mountain dew? (caffein is lethal yes) - Alastor cooks him into a venison sausage and eats him (demonic deer cannibalism cuz why tf not!?) - The Titan kills him (what if all of the Titan's puppets have a death match & end up killing each other?) - The cleaning lady sweeps up his goop on Monday while he's asleep on the floor (Scott Pilgrim reference go brrr!) - Facepalms his goop face too hard into a wall or with his metallic glove - Chokes on his own goop - Hunter lures him into Kikimora's death trap (I bet Kiki's trying to be sneaky with how she'll attempt to kill Hunter) - Hollow Knight path of pain (heard about that highway of hell from my siblings) - Deer hunting season - Petrified and left outdoors to decay slowly from weather - Gets eaten by a titan from aot - John Kramer traps him cuz of his sins

[igknightedart]

Oh great googly moogly, I forgot to post a LOT of stuff related to some of @agathaarts‘s AUs too. In the spirit of “self indulgent nonsense in other people’s AUs”, I present you this lot from the past few months! 

More details below the cut! 

In order we have: 

1. Concept “Transmetal” designs for a few characters in the Paradise setting (check it out for yourselves here @tf-paradise, it is a very amazing AU and a personal favorite among the “Beast AUs”!), including Solstice (naturally) as a Quetzacoatlus knight, Cheetor as a seeker inspired Transmetal Cheetah and finally, “Leopatron” as a “Proto-Galvatron”/liquid metal abomination. These were some FUN designs to work on and I’m honestly mad at myself for not posting them sooner. 

2. On another character design front, we had an experiment with four different bots in the style of WAR (which y’all can read up on here, another act I HIGHLY recommended). For established designs like Arcee and First Aid (best girl and boy respectively), it was more of an “expression”/pose test of sorts to make sure I’m not just using the same basic standing pose in character design works like this. 

For the other two, however, it was that AND an attempt to make two WAR designs from scratch. Again, you’ll see I included Solstice (sporting similar design elements to the Transmetal version for...reaaaasons I hadn’t revealed before opting for a more drastic redesign) and Exhaust (a personal fave of mine on the obscure character front, especially after getting the ER figure from the GF earlier this year.). I definitely like how Exhaust turned out but I’m still kinda iffy on Sol. 

And lastly, somethin’ simple from the @tfrangers AU, featuring dragon mode Sol from said AU and space goat Crescent (Sona belonging to the aforementioned geef, @moontruffles). Agatha cursed me with goats for my birthday earlier this year and I wanted to do something with it but apparently didn’t get that far. Because I am a scatterbrained FOOL. 

I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed these experiments! I am just a sucker for Agatha’s AUs and apparently, as Blurrito, Agatha and Necro can attest, my first response to a TF AU that I really like is “Cool! Now how would I fit Solstice in there”. 

God bless ‘em for being able to put up with that lol

[ihopethisendswell]

My Computer Is Terrible So I'm Stating My Story Ideas Here Part 9: This is gonna be very f-ing vague but it has Lore Keeper Sonia in it and that all that matters.......and my oc x Leon ship I guess.

Okay okay okay

Swsh Fantasy/Medieval/Royalty Au

You love it. I love it. Will I write about it? Eh. Will I gush about it? Absolutely.

So so so

Some random things that I'm thinking about.

I'm going full ramble here prepare yourself.

Lore. Keeper. Sonia. My. Beloved.

Let her have an active role dammit

For what idk but it'll be something!

Also King Leon cause duh

With Raihan as his number 1 knight. The only one who can at least match him in battle

Also his bff( along with Sonia)

Being a young king Leon had less time to interact with those he cares about

Like Hop

Also Prince Hop My Beloved

So like

The plot is very vague but like

The basic idea is that there's a threat of a dragon or something similar to the sort

And ofc King Leon and his best knight will go to the threat themselves since soldiers they sent has note returned so better go themselves to not loose anymore men

So as they prepare to leave Sonia comes along and is like " I'm coming with you I know about these Legends of the Land that might help you" and Leon is like " No it's do dangerous" and they fight about while Raihan is in the background like " oh damn" before Leon uses his status as a king and orders Sonia to not interfere which really blows a whole into their already stained friendship

It also causes Raihan to question if his relationship with Leon is that they're actually friends or it's just of a king and his knight ( only professional)

Leon in all of this is feeling very bad but Rose is like " you did what you had to do" and tries to encourage Leon about his abilities/ status/ relationships.

Rose is Leon's counselor/ Duke/ idfc but he's there

Change in perspective: it's hops turn

His whole thing is that when he was really young he used to be bff's with this girl( Naomi) but the problem is that no has seen her AND one day she just disappeared like that one guy in the meme so no one believes him when he says that she exist

So up until now he was taught to believe that he was imagining things and that this girl didn't really exist until he started having weird dreams about someone calling him to fulfill some prophecy of sword and shield or whatever and each time this person mentions Naomi, his childhood friend

And in his dreams it's said that they have to go to the place Leon and Raihan are going to fulfill the prophecy

So now Hop's like " well dang I guess I have to fulfill this prophecy but there's no way that Lee would let me go with him-" ( cause he overheard Lee's and Sonia's fight) " so who can I ask?"

Piers that's who!!!

Idk if he's gonna be a duke or part of a gang of thieves not how tf does hop know about him but he does and we're gonna role with it

THIS IS GETTING ODDLY SPECIFIC FIR SOMETHING THAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE F-ING VAGUE

Also Marnie tags along too because of course she does

They somehow tag Bede along who was going to stop them but they forced him to come anyway

BACK TO LEON

A day before they leave Raihan is like " we should head to the market for extra supplies " and Leon's like " yeah sure" so they head to the market

While they're there Leon bumps into a stranger with black clock with neon blue highlights aka Alexis!!!!

And Alexis drops a few things most notable a compass of sort but before Leon can say anything Alexis just snatches it out of Leon's hands and walks off without a word

And Leon's like " rude" but honestly doesn't think of it

So the next day they're actually leaving for real and after a long while on the road Raihan thinks that some snuck on their carriage only to find out it was just Sonia because she's a bad bitch like that

And Leon obviously makes a fuss because she went against his orders but she's like " I know more about * insert place* more than the two of you combined!" ( Well not really, and Raihan is fairly knowledgeable about Legends and history and and stuff but I need a reason for Sonia to be there okay)

They fight for a bit before Raihan gets in between the two and is like " we're too far to go back now and she might be a big help so stop fighting" and they stop for the time being.

Que travel sequence with both parties having shenanigans

Leon and Sonia fighting

Hop and Bede fighting

Marnie honestly vibing

Piers being tired of everything and rethinking his life choices

Raihan honesty having to be the middle man before snapping himself and now all three of them are not on good terms ( oh you thought it was just gonna be Alexis x Leon angst? Ha! The games gave me both to much and to little content to work with. Suffer)

Another perspective change but it's Alexis this time!!!!!

In the game canon he had a relatively light scar on his right eye. Well now it's worse :)

In this Au he was cursed by a certain green haired man( Ghetsis) (I'm going to dread tagging this aren't I ), who was an evil warlock and king( or Alexis' Homeland and by force I must add)that Alexis defeated cause he was once a hero

Bascically he's cursed to have the appearance and abilities to a half-dragon

So for the most part he looks human with a few things akin to Zekrom minus the tail.

To be specific his arms and legs are both seemingly chard black, with slightly visible lightning marks. they glow blue when he's using magic/ his powers. His eyes ( well eye) is like Zekrom's

While that sounds cool, his new abilities give Alexis a lot of pain, as his body isn't suited for it

And because big that he can't really control his new powers so he's not only hurting himself but also those around him.

As much as I want to go the route of he runs away from his family and friends to look for a cure and protect them this guy Formerly had no clue how magic worked he just used it, so he had to ask those around him who did to help him

Which involves the dragon that everyone is looking for as it is said to sap energy of any kind, which would reverse his curse.

This dragon is called Eternatus

The problem is that this same dragon is known to to use it's energy to cause destruction around it and Alexis is like yeah no, and goes off to find another way with Elliot and N since both Cheren and Bianca have they're own duties and N knows about the curse being Ghetsis' son

The compass is magic and it's away for each of them to tell where the other is and use for communication

It's also used to detect magic!

So yeah this compass is very important

Along they're travels the twins have this very strange dream regarding Naomi but they notice that A) she's wearing a necklace that was once owned by their uncle before he moved away to start a family.

So they rightfully assume that this girl is their cousin

The second thing they notice is that Eternatus is literally right behind her and is causing her A LOT of pain.

Bascically she's begging them to come save her because she's gonna die if they don't

If your wondering why she didn't contact Hop it's because she assumed that Hop had forgotten about her so she thought it would be pointless. Not the spirits/ the wolves though!

So know the twins have no choice but to go find Eternatus and rescue Naomi because why wouldn't they she's in trouble and they're cousin !!!!

So they tell N the gist and make they're way to the kingdom that Leon rules and Alexis bumps into Leon yada yada yada you get it

And after that they leave for Eternatus.

I have a lot more ideas but this is getting waaaaay to long so I'm just gonna make a part 2/ part 10.

Seriously this is very fun to think about as I love the fantasy genre.

TDLR: This is awfully specific for something that's supposed to be very vague. Also Lore Keeper Sonia my Beloved ( I know I didn't talk about her much but just know I love her dearly)

If anyone have any ideas or just want to brainstorm with me, feel free to tell me!

[toughaqua777]

Weird (& Disturbing...?) DQXI AUs

So…I have 2 (3?) AU ideas but I’m not writing them because I’m still writing an AU story and I don’t got the time to start another one. Spoilers for Dragon Quest XI Postgame and the story in general!!!

So, I had a really stupid idea.

Y’know Calasmos? What if when the majority of his power was sealed and all that was left of him was that Tockle, he lost his memories in the process? Like, I dunno, he knew his name and the strange hatred of Morcant/Mordegon. Along with the theory that he needed to find this “Luminary,” whoever tf that was.

Then the shit in Dundrasil happens, and somehow, the little fucker snuck into the Luminary’s shadow, thus getting stuck with him forever, and while they don’t interact often, he’s actually kinda helpful all the way through, gaining his memories as they go along their eventual adventure (using his string appendages and somehow growing bigger, even able to take hits for the kiddo) and, through sheer luck and stealing Jasper’s Orb (Calasmos’ appendages) prevents Act 2 from happening.

Then Calasmos remembers, “Wait o shit I’m supposed to kill him” and goes “Aw hell na” but after Mordegon goes deaded, his full power (w/out the shit in the Lantern), he starts to lose himself and leaves quietly without disturbance, allowing the Luminary to finish what they started when they met in the previous life. Eleven is NOT okay with this when he finds out.

OR AN ALTERNATIVE

Calasmos never lost his memories, but still managed to end up in the hero’s shadow, intending to keep him safe so that he can grow to kill Mordegon. He refuses to get attached to the boy (which may or may not happen anyways), but he still helps out, pretending to be an ally.

Again, prevents Act 2 from happening, but after Mordegon dies, he tells the Luminary they need to go to the desert immediately, but when he does, he attempts to force the Luminary to bring down the Lantern: the Darkspawn would be created! Just in time, Eleven resists, somehow separating himself from the dark god and getting tf outta there, warning his friends. This would still happen if Calasmos got attached to the Luminary, there would just be hesitation that he would despise (o fuk I got attached 2 the mofo how tf shit fuk).

SPEAKING OF DARKSPAWN

Darkspawn Luminary.

This idea has been floating around everyone’s head, I’m sure. What would happen if he was the Darkspawn? And how would that work? Well, some aspects of the story would have to change for the worse, the darker, the torturous, all aimed at the hero’s psyche, eroding it until his mind snaps. Here’s what would have to happen, though:

1) When Heliodor locks him up in the dungeon, he would be chained and beaten pretty bad by a few of the knights. This will cause him trauma and become terrified of the knights, and if I know anything, fear is usually the first step into darkness. On the flipside, Erik calls out the knights before they break anything, and Erik doesn’t find out that Eleven is the Luminary until he unchains him and sees the Mark.

2) Hendrik didn’t stop Jasper at Cobblestone. Remember, it was because of the former that everyone from there survived. But what if he didn’t show up? What if Jasper went through with his plan? Then there would be bodies littered throughout the burning town…and all Eleven can do is look around at all those he cherished and realize: Heliodor murdered them. And it’s all his fault. Despair, and perhaps rage; two more steps into darkness.

By this point, Eleven is just depressed and haunted, but there’s a part of him burning up, a part of him that wants Heliodor to pay. But he had to remember Chalky’s words. He had to…

3) Events in Gondolia got worse. Erik gets captured still, but while Eleven and the party tried to rescue him, Jasper was torturing him; he even took out an eye, the eye being the one Erik would have an eyepatch over in his pirate getup. By the time the party gets there, he’s bleeding and unconscious. And Eleven’s pissed. More rage, losing faith that there’s any humanity in Jasper…or even all of Heliodor. It doesn’t help that he found out that Jasper cursed Placido and (basically) hired a monster to stop his companions.

At hearing that last bit, he found himself thinking that he should’ve finished Jasper off when he had the chance; whether or not that’s an intrusive thought or not depends on preference of writer.

4) Dundrasil. Just. Dundrasil. It was destroyed…Rab lost everything…Jade lost everything…so many people died…and the only person Eleven knew to blame was himself. Hendrik attacking Jade because she associated herself with him did not help. Hearing about Mordegon didn’t help either; he probably wouldn’t have attacked Dundrasil if he wasn’t born there, or so he believes.

This is where his mind accuses him of actually being the Darkspawn (intrusive or not). And he actually considers the words stated. Are…are they right? Should he really become what everyone claims him to be? Would it be better than the agony of being the Luminary? These thoughts continue…and they’re scaring him. Yet…a part of him wants to keep thinking about it. Which is even more frightening.

5) Phnom Nonh was another nail to the coffin for the dimming Luminary. Bazza and the others who go to the mural are pushy (Bazza literally; he pushes Eleven out of the way at the entrance into Phnom Nonh and in the mural), and he takes offense at their hypocrisy and single-mindedness. For example: “Stop tryin’ to hog all the good luck, ya selfish so-and-so’s!” Says the guy hogging the area along with the others. “We deserve a chance to get rich too!” What is it with people and their greed? This is where he starts to lose faith in not only Heliodorians, but humanity as a whole; people actually think like this? Did they even deserve a Luminary?!

The whole thing with Dora did nothing to help; as a little girl, Dora took advantage of people’s innate greed and selfishness, and for those few people who didn’t have that, she manipulated their kind natures with pity/sympathy. Like his. Like his friends. And he does not take that well.

By this point, he’s either gone or barely hanging on to whatever light is still left. If he’s not gone, dark (perhaps intrusive) thoughts keep replaying through his head over and over again. Emotions keep flowing through him over and over again. And he hates it; he had to hold on, there was still good in the world. He had to hold on for dear life He didn’t want to be the Luminary…but he doesn’t want to be the Darkspawn either. But he’s become so fragile in heart, mind, and soul. One last push and his light could wink out. Or perhaps a dark spell would do the trick…

But if he was pushed to the breaking point…that’s it. The light has faded from his eyes, his heart, his mind, his very soul. And from there…who knows what could happen next?

In either scenario, the party will more-than-likely notice his turmoil throughout the entire time. They attempt to reach out to him, calm him, soothe him, literally anything to keep his light from shattering. Does it work? …Maybe. But who can say when he’s suffered so much in such short time with little time to grieve?

im gonna take a fukin nap probs wont remember typin this

[glitchgh0sty]

Tf dnd Cursed Knights au ✨

Let’s play a game,, how many concepts can Glitch shove into one design??? [Prowl]

Cyber + Medieval + Bot + Human = ✨sparkles✨

Just think about it! What are the complications of a human race of Cybertronians? What if the All Spark was capable of producing organics but only to a certain extent, leaving the rest of their bodies functionally robotic??

I can just imagine some crazy slip up on the battle field where Soundwave gets pinned down by the new ‘court’ trying to help Sir D16 [this nickname still makes me laugh] and someone with a built in gun like Shockwave could just like ‘unsheathe’ his blaster by warping the metal mechanisms in his forearm 👀

Artistic rendition of,, that 😂:

WAIT! NOW IM THINKING! How do you fly when you don’t have wings?? *looks guiltily at seekers*,,,

ROBOTIC MYTHICAL CREATURES! The All Spark wouldn’t stop with just human organics right?? And with that I proudly present,, 🎵🎺✨ an elite force of cybernetic griffin riding knights! *Chaotic laughter*

[My one brain cell was debating whether or not I should go full human here, but then it thought, mmmm, what if cybernetic human though?? And the rest of me agreed 😌]

[glitchgh0sty]

Tf Cursed Knights au concept art! [ft: Jazz and Prowl] directed at anybody and everybody!! ⚔️

Guess who finally decided to land on a cohesive Bardic Jazz design?? 👉😎

HEAD-CANNONS THAT DONT EXIST YET:

- Who’s that large beast that keeps following you around? Jazz [trying to keep a secret with the grace of a 2 second old protoform]: What beast?? Prowl: 👁️👄👁️

- Jazz teaching Prowl how to play all his little instruments [maybe makes one especially for Prowl’s large talons]

- Prowl taking Jazz for a midnight flight

I swear, Jazz is the type of little guy that would obliviously carry around every instrument imaginable if he didn’t need to worry about running [away from] places 🫶✨

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My last braincell may be running around on 5 minutes of free time a day. But by the Primes. I am going to make those 5 minutes count. 😤✨

POV all the stuff I want to do: *Glares at this au, glares at the tf mecha pilot au, glares at wip animatics, takes a step back and glares at transformers in general*

[I’ve got so much stuff on the back burner guys,, *wheeze* ✨]

[catcrazies-midnight]

havent posted art in a While but heres 2 new t5s ocs ^.^