#what if AU event

[officermorozov]

Ransom had a long night, thankfully not getting Raph’s attention, but kept awake by whoever was. At some point he’d finally fallen asleep forgetting to set an alarm knowing housekeeping came in to clean the place from time to time. Today was that day and Ransom liked to keep his contact with others minimal knowing Raph was always watching and just how much the ghoul liked to play games. He didn’t want to pull anyone into the bullshit he was dealing with. 

So dead asleep he’d not heard the door open, not the main door or the one to his room. Didn’t hear the cleaning in the other room, it wasn’t until something made a bang that he shot up. A cop through and through he had the intruder pinned to the wall glaring in the others face as he screamed at him. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Fight or flight was an innate response all creatures had, for Ransom it was always fight. Brave not because he wasn’t scared, but because he faced whatever it was coming for him head on no matter how scared he was. 

@ofembxrs​

[cairorenaud]

Cairo left the undercroft to check on the twins, it was important to remind them he was there, watching, and had a hand just as heavy as his father’s when needed. He lingered on Noel, like he always did, with a mix of desires filling him as his eyes drew over the kirin. There were rules in the castle though and Noel was on duty. Heading from the restaurant he moved through the halls a smile touching those vile lips as he came upon another that had caught his interest. His father was a councilman, but Cairo was too young to be apart of those meetings yet. Eventually he’d get there and someone here would be usurped by death or, well there were far worse things than death he could think of. “My my, aren’t we looking stunning today Lenkov, makes me think you got that dressed up for me. Am I really so lucky kotenok?” 

@ilyalenkov​

[thereapernoel]

Noel had served the other before, he usually never alone, but unlike the other masters of the castle this one seemed to always be with a slave. To other’s such acts could be construed as kind, to Noel it was laughable. The idea such a creature thought doing so little could change anything, that those acts made him some kind of saint to the slaves. A kind hand in all the chaos giving hope where none was meant to be had. He liked the man as much as he liked any in the castle, save his brother. If he wanted to be a martyr Noel would happily make him one. 

It was odd to see him alone, but Noel didn’t think dwell on it. Getting his tables in and out of the restaurant with as minimal interaction as possible was always his goal. Noel moved to the tribrid reluctantly standing before him. “Do you have any questions on the menu?” He asked disdain in his words as he glowered down at his customer not offering any drinks or anything for that matter waiting for the man to order and get the hell out of the dining area. He could have just eaten at the bar if he was alone. 

@avery-alpha-varcolac​

[drluciengaudet]

Lucien didn’t have the money to own a thing like Khion despite his desire to. It bothered him that, hating to see him fondled and drawing the gazes of others. Those he couldn’t fix, but he could the pamola returning those flirtatious gazes to any suitor. Those eyes he took eagerly and egregiously knowing the younger had another he yearned for. Lucien didn’t care about the pamola’s heart and what it was drawn to. That never mattered. Only his own needs were meant to be filled here and as a creature of fire that had only been exposed to those of the similar dispositions, his fascination with the ice bird were all consuming. The cold to his warmth, a thing he coveted and wished to destroy in the same breath. Often he watched the slave when he was led outside noting how he seemed more energized in the cold and at night. It was why Lucien usually went to see him in the evenings. The blind bird was still there, still unclaimed, left for him to rent and take wherever he wanted for the time he had. 

“Have you missed me my pamola?” He asked moving to where the slave sat on a cot Lucien inviting himself into his personal bubble gripping Khion by the chin turning those empty sockets up to him. “How beautiful you are.” He hummed more admiring his brilliant work. “What shall I do with you today?” It was a rhetorical question. Lucien already knew what he’d do to the younger. 

@icebird-khion​

[poobirdy]

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[bluegiragi]

he keeps his promises.

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[stealingpotatoes]

This isn’t so much a question but I’m so emotional about how in your fix-it au, little baby Padawan Cal would get to grow up with his Master ;—;

Idk I’m just so emotional about how he gets to grow up along side Master Tapal and gets to have adventures. I cant stop thinking about it

YEAAA same same same it makes me go insane!!! TAPAL GETS TO SEE HIM GROW UP!!!!

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[sualne]

more about the AU!

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

A procession of confessions.

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[ashandblcod]

What if… Lazarus made a bad choice?

 Character Name: Lazarus Beswick

Age: 950

Species: Dragon

Role: Staff - Guard

AU History: Instead of going back to his old life after the war, Lazarus found himself eyeing something of interest to him. Unfortunately it belonged to someone as important as Raphael De Luca. The dragon having the urge to take something that caught his interest, as what dragons did when it came to treasure of any kind. It was a choice he had picked rather poorly, having let greed and over confidence control him he was easily caught. Faced with the decision of becoming his slave or paying off his debt via the castle Lazarus made the better of two bad choices. Now he’s employed at the castle, guarding the slaves that came there, in order to pay back for his transgression against the councilman.

[egophiliac]

I got a really tough question.

What’s your favorite Twst event of ALL TIME?

I like Harveston

this truly is the hardest question. :( but after much consideration, I think Endless Halloween Night wins out for me, because it's nonstop Characters Being Silly the whole way through. the whole thing is just lots of these little dorks having the most ridiculous interactions, which is always my favorite! and of course the big twist is SO delightfully stupid and doubles down SO hard that it becomes AMAZING and I 100% unironically adore it. AND it's Halloween! everyone is in their cute little costumes and having a spooky adventure! it's great!

however, I am ALSO a big fan of the Harveston event! how can I not be! everyone is wearing comfy winter outfits and getting along really weirdly well with Epel's grandma and he's getting a little worried about that! my terrible loud son sews a plush squirrel and then gives it a silly little nickname and refuses to leave it behind when it breaks! the ending shot with the sled! I LOVE IT.

obviously we need the best of both worlds now

[yuwuta]

JJK OLYMPICS OHHH YOURE A GENIUS

head spinning w sooooooo many athlete aus rn….. 

satoru honestly isn’t half as cocky as the media makes him out to be but he could be because you bring up world champion men’s freestyle swim times and it’s his name on the scoreboard ten times before someone else shows up. he’s faster than himself by fifteen seconds all around, he’s earned a bit of cockiness. mentioned in the last post that whenever he’s at a competition and he finishes a race, he looks at the camera and signs a little infinity sign and then blows a kiss to you. some bitter old coach always calls him out on it, and gets him fined for unsportsmanlike conduct, and he’s happy to pay the fees if it means getting a message home to you, but eventually you two come up with a new code; and at his next race, he places gold, turns to the camera, crosses his middle finger over his pointer finger and smiles. when he’s in his post-race interview, he makes sure to explain that he does it for you with the widest smile on his face.

megumi nepotism baby but not in the same sport. toji was a multi gold medalist back in his heyday for shooting, so it’s not really a surprise to anybody that megumi has scary good aim, but he takes to archery instead of shooting. actually the idea of megumi being an emo little kid and throwing rocks at a tree when his dad pissed him off his hilarious, and even funnier is toji watching him, slightly amused and a little scared because megumi is maybe six and hitting the exact same spot every single time. he grows to be very blase about it—it’s more of a release/hobby for him that he happens to be really good at, and well, now good enough to earn a few olympic medals. megumi is not a fan of having his dad ruffle his hair on international television after he’s won, but he supposes it can’t be helped.

i don’t know where to put yuuta…. tennis…. tempting….. him in his little white shorts…. little grunts after he serves…. cries….. a complete 180 in his personality when he’s playing vs doing anything else. so charming and sweet and kinda shy when he’s being interviewed, and the second he steps on the court his eyes are so cold it’s scary…. need him… extremely nerdy about his rackets, and shoes, and clothes, and rambles to you about aerodynamics and posture and torque whenever you ask him to teach you, and you always have to shutup him up with a kiss and remind him that yeah you sort of want to learn to play tennis for him, but mostly you came bc he looks hot doing it. once he got asked in an interview if he ever thinks about you while he’s playing and his response was very concise, “no, never. it would be a big distraction,” and did not realize the implications of his heavily televised words. 

also…. not to make this post 40% yuuta but we could pull from canon a bit and make his sport fencing. he doesn’t excel because he’s the strongest, it’s because he’s learned to treat the sword as an extension of himself and a good strategist… also because i like the image of him pulling the helmet/mask off and shaking his hair out………..

don’t even know where to put yuuji…. volleyball? basketball? track and field??? the irony of him easily being the most athletic but canonically does not want to play sports 😭 but i can see him playing a sport because someone scouts him and it turns out to be a way to make steady money to support himself and his grandpa :( by the time he’s qualified and made it to the olympics, wasuke is doing much better (thanks to yuuji having landed some preemptive sponsorships and being able to afford better medical care), but not so well enough that he can travel across the world to watch yuuji play. wasuke tells you that you should travel and be with yuuji, but yuuji is so touched by the idea that you would stay with his grandpa and be by his side when he’s away :(( he wins gold, of course, and he doesn’t even wait until the closing ceremony—which, he’d mentioned in all of his interviews, so nobody can be too upset. he’s on record saying, “i’m excited to play, but i’m even happier to be going home. my girlfriend and my grandpa are watching me and i miss them!” several times— he’s on the first flight home with flowers, and tears in his eyes. puts his gold medal on his grandpa’s neck as a thank you, and spends probably thirty minutes straight hugging you and kissing you and honestly don’t put it past him to propose now that he’s got nike ambassador money 

nanami started judo as a way to relieve the stress of his overbearing job, and someone at the gym/training center notices he seems to be a natural despite being a beginner. he starts to draw a crowd, which annoys him at first because the point of judo was discipline and release from having to deal with too many people at his office job, but nanami supposes he can’t be too mad when you introduce yourself as a talent scout and offer him professional training. there’s irony in him accepting your offer, because it was definitely not based in professionalism at all… quitting his job as a salaryman to become a professional athlete in his mid-twenties was not on his bingo chart, but if it means he will have met you, then so be it. you’re with him all the way, through his training, competitions, world championships, qualifiers, all the way until he’s on the podium. you’re the first to congratulate him, but he interjects by telling you he’s quitting. you ask him why—he just won at the olympics for crying out loud, but nanami just shakes his head, puts down his flowers and his medal so his hands are free to hold your face and tell you, “it would be unethical to kiss my manager, so i am quitting.” (later, when everything is said and done, and you two are cuddling, you mention to him that he could just hire a new manager, and not quit his new career, to which he blushes because yeah… that’s probably more rational, but rational was not in his train of thought at the time)

[cairorenaud]

“Gotta stop meetin like this. Taken up too much of my time. I got prettier things to do than you.” Cairo said looking down at the slave he had the guards bring to him and dumb at his feet. He knew the other’s back story. Thought he was big shit, but was just a small fish in a big pond. Real creatures of power didn’t end up on their knees before people like him. A lesson his father was sure to beat into him. Cairo crouched down to look at the lesser thing. “You get breakin you isn’t the point yeah? This is just a fuckin cycle yer gonna repeat until you use that fuckin brain of yours.” He made a point of putting his index and middle finger to the other’s forehead pushing it back before standing to his full 6′8 height. Taller than his father, made better than the other by the mad little twins, he just needed time to grow into his full potential.There were masters that like ones like Gareth who talked and fought back. Cairo liked ones that put up a fight in a smaller frame. He had a type, delicate, but deadly and sweet on the tongue. “Just a whole lot of wasted potential. Must feel real good to fail as hard as you did, should have you use that tongue to lick up the cum from the play room down here. Been awhile since it’s been cleaned.”

@garethbradbury​

[thereapernoel]

Noel was still trying to understand what the relevance of their placements were at the castle. Why his brother was in the stables and why he was a waiter of all things made to serve the miscreants that kept coming again and again. There were the regulars he hated and the others he generally disliked, having yet to find any with one redeemable quality. The only person he felt compelled to protect or desire to spend time with was his brother who seemed to spend more time in the undercroft when he wasn’t at the stables. Their hours opposite, everything there seemingly done to keep them apart. It made him edgier the more days that passed. 

The night was busy, some event had taken place and Noel had help for once. He was taking care of the tables assigned to him and had found the evening remotely tolerable. Those that he served seemed to understand he was a waiter and nothing more. It wasn’t until a number of snaps came from left. The sound alone enough to make his right eye twitch. The fact some arrogant cunt would snap at him. Of course when his eyes drew over who it was he immediately recognized the other. Councilman of Italy. 

Noel had served him a number of times and he’d always treated him as if he was his own personal servant. He understood the things he did with some he couldn’t with others, there were lines in the castle not to be crossed. He knew that as he approached the table trying to choke back a snarl. There was no way he could speak, not a word, or he’d be far into enemy territory. The Italian didn’t even look at him. Waved a dismissive had at him telling him to take the perfectly cooked meal he’d order back tot he kitchen for some absolutely petty reason. 

Dark eyes rolled up from the plate and he wanted to grab it and cave the ghoul’s head in with it so badly his fingers twitched at his side. There was nothing wrong with it, the dead thing didn’t even have a need for food. Likely some power play to remind Noel who he served. Today was not the day and Noel was not the one to deal with this shit. This wasn’t even his table. The kirin gave a dismissive click of his tongue and walked away from the table having no intention of doing anything for the other. 

@nottheangel-raphael​

[drluciengaudet]

Lazarus was usually someone Lucien actively avoided. The other had a way of saying things that irked him and being as he was not a slave the onmoraki couldn’t do much to harm him. At least not physically. He’d mulled over ways to deal with the intrusive dragon and decided to take a more passive way to harm the younger. “Heading to the undercroft Mr. Beswick?” Lucien asked going there himself to pick up a slave he’d had a few encounters with, a favorite of his. The beautiful pamola left eyeless in the undecroft always there awaiting his return. “If so I’ll accompany you.” He said with a smile that was natural as ever despite it being forced. If he had his way he’d have reduced the young thing to a pile of bones.

@ashandblcod​

[cubbihue]

Does Mr. Turner like rubbing his “son’s” successful career in Dinkleberg’s face??

He does! He brags about Timmy's success to every person within the neighborhood's vicinity. Mr. Turner loves how successful his son is! It really secures his reputation at the neighborhood HOA meetings they host at their house.

Timmy's worked very hard to gain more successes than failures. The more successful he is, the greater his family's social standing!! And the less he gets to overhear his dad ranting to the neighborhood about his failures.

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