#the lost guardian au

[princeanxious]

Hi! I was wondering about your Lost Guardian au from ages ago, do you think you’ll ever plan on updating it and if not, could someone else take up the fic?

So heres the thing. If someone wants to write a fic *inspired* by The Lost Guardian, i’m not gonna stop them, and i’d probably feel super honored so long as the inspiration was correctly credited!

As for ‘taking up the fic,’ the short answer is no.

I have active drafts and the rest of the story already planned out to its finish, notes, even a branch-off fic set post-story that will likely go up on my nsfw blog if i ever get around to editing it. The Lost Guardian hasn’t been abandoned, it’s simply on hiatus. (And yes, i recognize 3 almost 4 years so far is a really fucking long hiatus. The Chapter 9 draft doc was made in december of 2020, and last edited in July 2022)

I started writing that fic whilst still in highschool, a time where I was 17 and didnt have to worry yet about getting my license or maintaining a part time job, i had an over abundance of freetime even partially to my detriment, the fandom was booming and I had plenty of feedback, and this fic was (and still *is*) a story im proud of.

But i’m 22 now, working a full time job to pay rent and account for a number of minor ‘disabilities’(best word i have for them atm) that I cant ignore or push to the side nor treat poorly, from the lasting effects on my body of stunted growth to celiac/glutent intolerance to adhere to that directly determines how easily my body functions for the week, to dealing with glasses i cannot afford to break and taking care of teeth i cannot afford to fix, taking care of my mental health and using the free time i have to do what brings me the most joy at that time.

The sanders sides fandom has heavily quieted down with the season finale hiatus and I’d like to think I did pretty well for going six long years dedicated solely to that without cracking under the silence, because *I knew* when I caved to something else it’d be a long while before I had the drive to come back with any sort of resolution to my active works. Thats just how my hyper fixations work. I cannot focus on multiple at once, it’s too much to process simultaneously and takes away my enjoyment bc I tend to watch/consume things repeatedly to catch every little detail i missed. And it doesn’t help when one loses steam because their content barely breaks 100 notes(80% of which are likes, 15% are reblogs with the occasional comment, and 5% are self-reblogs) when back in the height of it all, a few thousand notes was pretty average interaction. This blog still has about 11.5k followers, almost all of which came from the height of the fandom period. So for now i’ve moved onto the FNAF DCA fandom, bc it is fresh and new to me.

I know you didn’t mean to poke the bear here, I get it, but like.. C’mon. Any other fic of mine likely wouldn’t have gotten the same reaction in full but, still. I’ve had to answer this question a handful of times over the years at the point, which might be why this response feels so charged, and i’m sorry.

I don’t mean to come off as snippy or rude, but it *is* kind of invasive to offer to finish one’s creative work when it’s taking too long and theres very little payback for it. I’ve got adhd, delayed satisfaction isn’t a thing I experience. Just guilt that it wasn’t finished in a way for me to post it in time before I broke and lost all motivation to share it.

In my head, TLG has been long finished and held the ending for years, theres just been no energy to put in the effort of finish writing it for others to read. I’m still trying to get my life together to change that, don’t get me wrong, but the American economy is literally in shambles so who knows how or even if i’ll manage that. Call me selfish for being content with only mentally having my creative story’s ending and a collection of rambles and notes to show for it, but at the end of the day, it’s still my story, and i dont feel comfortable with people trying to ‘take up the mantle’ to finish it, when they don’t know how it ends.

I’m glad you like it enough to want to, though, I really *really* am. I’m just sorry I haven’t been able to finish it for you all. And i just don’t know when that will be, I just know that I *want* to do so, however long it takes.

[da-owo]

i had to draw more XD i also kidas form when she is one with the crystal was screaming nightlight at me

[luluy33art]

In the guardian Chloé AU, is Adrien still Chat Noir?

Yep

LB: *secretly wants to join*

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[tangledinink]

We’ve seen a Leo visit and a Mikey visit; can we see a Raph visit?

They bring him stuff all the time! When he's able to, he'll request certain things or tools from them or ask them to do research to him. Which can sometimes be, like... a lot. But honestly, none of his brothers even mind, because it's times like these when he's acting the most like himself and has the most clarity. Which is so much better than when he's confused and upset and doesn't understand what's going on...

[kiruamon]

Don't wake me up AU - Sketch dump

Like promised a bunch of sketches for this au. Aaaaalso you can find some side notes between the pics. If you want to know more about this au check out the introduction post if you like. I use dwmu au as a tag for this au if that helps anyone to find it easier.

Taking a stroll with Sun in a whimsical dream full of stars.

The rings on Moon's cap give of a soft glow just like his little lamp.

Uh... well... a lot of eyes... I was thinking that maybe this could be like a gimmick that comes into play when Moon gets very upset.

Oh-oh. Your mood is making the dream realm shift and it's affecting Sun. (Slowly transitioning into Moon.)

Not in a good place at all. Lashing out at Sun but also feeling sorry for it afterwards.

If your whole world revolved around colors and shapes. How devastating it must feel if that's taken from you?

Not so great first meeting with Moon. And you totally misinterpreting the situation. Oops.

Getting some comfort from your grumpy but soft boyfriend dream guardian.

He does have a pretty smile when he shows it.

Back in reality there is someone there for you too.

Touching Eclipse's face for the first time with his consent. The rays feeling so familiar to someone you know... Also the bells on his cap and wrists are not only letting you know where he is but also that he is there which feels comforting in itself.

As scary as things might seem with these three at your side you will be alright.;)

[baylardian-1]

some doodles of Neelix/Guardian inspied from @elephant-in-the-pride-parade's fic Lost and Found. :)

he's a hologram version of their brother who died on the planet they were born on lol (via soft canon lore acquired from the short story On the Rocks)

id wanted to do a crumb of an age progression for the lizards' body shape since the triplets are around 3 in the fic i think.

[itsamenickname]

Okay, so if you recall in The Super Mario Bros. Super Show!, there's this one specific episode called, "Do You Princess Toadstool Take this Koopa...?" where Bowser's mom makes an appearance so that she could see her son marry Peach (and eat the wedding cake afterwards).

Which got me to think about this one interesting question:

If we're assuming that Bowser's mom is canonically alive in the Mario universe, do you think that Bowser's mom would be supportive of her son's relationship with his arch-enemy's brother or do you think she would do everything in her power to try to convince Bowser to dump Luigi and go after Peach instead (assuming that Bowser would be the one to tell her that he's dating Luigi)?

[brooklynislandgirl]

@tangleweave {{xx}} The cold darkness between the seeds of a million suns hold a million terrors and those things of flesh and blood are the least amongst them. There is a certain song in that void that echoes a sour note deep within her belly, where her mana is the strongest, nourished by love that she bears outward for all things. It swirls with a destructive sickness. A madness that reeks of the Wyrm but is darker, more destructive. She cannot fathom of a name for it. She doesn't need to, not at the moment, not when they have a skin like Skuttlebutt to protect them as they glide through the permanent night. Within the ship there are many and varied lights; some glow softly with the ship's energy, Her electric blood and Her own song. Skutt is undoubtedly a Her, and She loves Bill. She was, if Beth understands correctly, to be a home, a companion, a help. There are times that Beth fears a kind of jealousy exists between them that could be detrimental to Bill but if it is there, it is truly hidden from her best efforts to see. Other lights come in small moments; Bill sharing various foods from various worlds, especially when Beth slowly began to explain her own culture. The glow of his eyes in the dim interior confines that remind her of nothing so much as her beloved lighthouse, or the fabled beacons of Gondor. She still remembers the odd little look that crossed over his features when she murmured sleepily that he was her phial of Earendil. Some lights are not so easy to see, especially when its the stones-in-a-river tone of his voice as she nestles against his chest as he recounts her the stories of his people and his world, bittersweet despite how he carries hope within him. Times like that, he becomes the mysterious Kal-El. The brightest one now is the velveteen nuzzle against her neck. He might not have lips as humans think of them but the caress is so ephemeral that she cannot think of it as any but the softest sort of kiss. One that draws the rush of blood from her pulse to beat against it. Her head cants to the side to accommodate him and to provide wordless encouragement. All these things provide a bulwark against the dark. And here, on this sun-dappled world, that has never known depredation or the spoiling rot that is mankind, Beth can believe that Gaia still sees her even so far away, that this is what makes the fight back home worth any sacrifice. Not just the beauty of the wilderness but the freedom that comes with it. Beth recognises a blessing when she sees one. She doesn't really mean this world whose name is yet hidden from her.

No chill settles in the pit of her belly when he takes a moment to contend with what it is exactly that she asks. Bill is entirely too noble to withdraw from her in horror. If his heart does not beat in the same space as hers, he will find a gentle way to withdraw from the situation but he would continue his quest to find a way to return her to her home. And she doesn't try to tip the scales in her favour, using subtle touch and even more surreptitious alterations of his pattern to incline him toward desire. She tucks the thought away in the back of her mind. Something to experiment with should he decide he's amenable to her request, and if he desires her in the future. Would she be more appealing to him if she were to wear the body of a woman in his culture? Would he wish her to draw her most amorous threads over him to enhance pleasure and need? Perhaps. But that, and she shivers a little at how readily the idiom writes itself in her mind, is putting the cart before the varenach. She half expects him to call upon his relic. That one imbued with the magick of Asgard that was gifted to him by the All-Father. This is one of her favourite stories. It has little to do with the Thunderer's comeuppance but more because it shows just how dogged Bill is in pursing what he believes is right, and causes a god-king to bow to him. If he asked her, Beth would be truthful. She sees him as the champion and the young man in his original guise. She would still appreciate and adore him if he were to wear any other skin or size or face. Such things matter little, though this one that he wears will always be the one she sees when she dreams. It is not the surface of him that has sparked all of her desire, the will to ask him to lay with her.

She leans into the hand slowly brought down to her face then turns enough that her own lips trail along his jaw. Her lids lower until they half-shade her gaze. The little brittle words that threaten to choke the life out of her when she thinks to say them seem to flow from him the way a stream meanders along the curves of its banks. It whispers through his breath balmy on her skin the way the breeze flutters through the branches of nearby trees and tickles the leaves.

His voice pours golden down through skin and muscle. Affixes itself to her bones and then seeps outward. She feels the answering desire rise up in response. An entire world history has made love songs from the words he speaks. The All-Tongue works its own mana and gifts her each and every syllable without effort and for this she is grateful. She curls her fingers toward her palm and drags the backs of her slim knuckles along the side of his thick neck. She trails along the corded tendons down to his shoulder where they unfurl and settle as if taking up a perch for a dance. Her body arches upward pressing her chest into his and providing a beautiful but perhaps not fully natural arch of her spine. Nails graze the curve of his hip. The uppermost portion of his broad back. There is no pain in this nor in the sudden sharp exhalation that escapes her throat.

Neither is it fully a surprise as such though perhaps it is close-enough kin. Beth knows well the comforts of cuddling up with each of her siblings, with her cabal mates. The reassurance and solace, the very power of trust and love and touch. She finds that in his embrace but it's different now. Gone is the familial succour that she's used to and is replaced by echoing current of voltaic joy in her blood. Followed by a ripple as she feels her body try to grow ever closer to his.

She buries her face into his shoulder as it is the easiest part of him to reach in this sort of embrace. In her belief that all things between them being fair, the kiss widens to permit her own tongue to slide out from between her teeth and she traces fanciful if aimless designs along his coppery skin.

[watcher-servant]

Counter guardian ARC final classification.

Due to rethinking this, I decided to change his servant class. This time, I just put it down to 3 choices. Now, if you're wondering why I didn't put the regular knight and cavlary classes, it is due to him not fitting entirely in them. Also, i put a video to give a quick summary of the pretender.

[megatraven]

jumanji astoria au

[vocalovely]

WOULD YOU BE DOWN FOR A RWBY CROSSOVER AU WITH VOCALOID IN IT

I'M NOT SUPER INTO CROSSOVERS BUT IF I WAS I WOULD LOVE IT /genuine

Unless it's crossover art but it's just not the AU trope for me ^v^ people make some really cool stuff with it tho

[tea-of-destiny]

sometimes i feel bad when my bigger mental AU concepts start going off the rails some

but then i have to ask myself, "if i explained this to someone who doesn't know this series, would they think it's any crazier than what we actually got in canon?"

if the answer's no, i just keep going with the idea

[lcstkey]

In her KH-related AUs, Selena does not have a formal education. Her mother taught her the basics of reading/writing but she learned math basics from Emerald who is a world-hopping moogle merchant.

In extension, both Baba Yaga and Master Warden have taught her basics in magic. Master Warden did teach her some questionable high level spells because he knew she could cast them because of her high magic stamina.

However, Selena doesn't believe herself to be smart. But she's smarter than she gives herself credit for.

In her FFXIVxKH crossover, she taught herself to read and write Eorzean letters then used the letters of her own Star to create a code for the Grand Companies and the Ala Mhigan Resistance to use. Then much later, Selena decides to research the keyblade, specifically its properties.

Not to mention adapt to the use of gil instead of munny. In this case, she started with a clean state instead of risking get caught summoning Emerald to ask her for a currency exchange.

Selena occasionally struggles with numbers since it was never her best subject.

[baylardian-1]

if youre a threshold au fic subscriber the most recent fic has a new lizard boy in it :)

if you are not, long story short there is a fabled semi-canon fourth Threshold baby in “On the Rocks” that got killed (while they were all still on the planet as lizards) before kathryn could save him lol!!!!!!! 😭 his name was “Neelix” i pictured him as being kinda banana core. hes The Dumb One. he likes to have fun and eat food. from what little description i have to go off of, hes a bit of a trailblazer like amelia, very big brother core. him and amelia were close.

[medusas-graveyard]

To bribe a stray cat (AKA the brother you lost contact with)

Danny and Damian siblings au where they're not necessarily twins, and ultimately got seperated for whatever reason. Danny gets outed as a Half a and flees to Gotham and ultimately decides to just. Haunt Damian. He insists that he just doesn't know what to do anymore. He lied, he just felt pulled to Damian and Bruce.

Fast forward to some mission gone wrong and either of them gets into a position where they're just a single blow away from death and then suddenly said blow is deflected by a spirit-looking Danny.

Damian is, of course, shocked by the fact that his supposedly dead (?) Brother becoming some sort of guardian for his family, except; Danny immediately disappears the moment they hold eye contact.

Every. Single. Time.

Cue: them starting to try and lure Danny out with anything space related/food/anything in between. If Danny is being stubborn they will simply put themselves in immediate danger.

Danny is not impressed.

[princema-k]

semi-formal intro to my(?) new au: the Reinhold Mystery Journey AU!!

based directly from @dearesthershel's (not so glowing) video essay on LMJ, i wanted to really take the idea and try and run with it!! details under cut~

RMJ officially takes place 16 years after the events of Unwound/Lost Future, Flora Layton Reinhold is a relatively well-known detective making rounds as following in her guardian's footsteps as a brilliant mystery solver. A now 32 year old Flora (formally known as Detective Layton by her peers, Flory by her 14 year-old sister Katrielle), having opened her office a year after UF/LF, is being given her assignments by the Chief Constable and soon-to-be Commissioner of the Yard, Barton.

Joining her is her assistant and now world-renowned journalist, Emmy Altava! Now 43, she's mellowed out quite a bit since the Azran Legacy (though she still hits and hits HARD). Summoned to Flora's side by an unknown individual, she vows to help the good detective however she can, either intellectually... or percussively.

Together, they're thrown into a myriad of cases dredging up places and faces both old and new, as each mystery resolved leads them ever closer to the cold case of the mysterious disappearances of the Professor and his blue-clad assistant years ago...

.......at least that's the idea i have in mind anyway. i'm not the most skilled writer lmao