#wot au

[pien-art]

totally enamoured by @eve-is-obsessed ‘s fic “Need Me Then” <- go check it out !!! I can’t wait to read more of this au !!!

[toastandjamie]

Me? Using dancing with a partner as a metaphor for opening yourself to Saidar instead of the rosebud? More likely than you think.

[moghraidhs]

wheel of time zizibenny be upon ye ;) couldn't have done this without some enabling so thank you killy!! i had a blast with this

enjoy :))

They're talking about her again.

Zizi can't hear them, but she can see them. The novices, whispering behind their hands. The sisters, from her own ajah and others, watching her with drawn brows and narrowed eyes.

She shifts the daggers in her palms and looks away, back to Gale. "Again."

They've been doing this almost every day for the past few months, ever since she came back to the Tower. Zizi knows the whispers are directed as much at her training with an unbonded warder as with actual weapons instead of the One Power, but she doesn't care. Gale is as stubborn as she is, refusing to make things easy for her, and he doesn't ask any questions. Not even about why she's training with him instead of Benny.

Zizi doesn't want to think about Benny. She doesn't want to think about anything. That's why she's here.

She takes a deep breath and adjusts her stance. "Ready."

Thrust, parry, deflect. After all this time, it's become a comforting rhythm. Easy not to think. She likes that. Even with the Power humming under her skin, practically begging to be used.

She ignores it. She's gotten very good at ignoring things.

"Sister Zizi?"

Though she recognises the voice, Zizi doesn't turn around. Not until the third time, and then she moves as deliberately as possible. "Yes?"

Sister Evyla's narrow lips have all but disappeared, pressed together as they are. "Perhaps you would like to assist me in a demonstration? There are a few novices who require instruction." She gestures to a gaggle of wide-eyed girls behind her, watching Zizi warily.

Zizi wonders how much they know. For a place that prides itself on secrecy, rumours spread in the Tower like a disease. Besides, it's not as if she doesn't have the scars.

"You're one of the strongest in the Red Ajah," Evyla presses. "And it's not as if we couldn't use the numbers. A demonstration might help some of these novices decide where they want to go after their Test."

Show me what you can do.

Zizi reaches up to her neck before she can stop herself.

Nothing there. Just like yesterday and the day before, but that doesn't stop her from feeling it anyway. Cool metal against her skin. Blinding pain.

She hands the daggers back to Gale and reaches for her outer robe before answering. "No."

Evyla's dishwater-pale eyes widen. "Excuse me?"

"No." Perhaps it's wrong of her, but Zizi takes a malicious delight in the shock on the older woman's face. "I have other things to do."

She starts to walk past, but Evyla's hand shoots out and grips her arm. "It's been months. The Amyrlin might have told us to be patient, but there are limits to what even you are allowed."

The unexpected touch sends the world spinning, leaving Zizi teetering on the edge of dark emptiness. Evyla's words are lost to the roaring in her ears, the overwhelming urge to lash out and run.

"That's enough."

Zizi feels him more than hears him, the bond pushing awareness through her bloodstream and bringing her back to the present.

Benny moves between her and Evyla. For once, Zizi is glad of his height; the shelter of his broad back allowing her to regain some control. No one else needs to know just how close she had come to losing herself - again.

She takes advantage of Evyla's loosened grasp to jerk free. "The next time you put a hand on me I take it off. With the One Power. Will that be enough of a demonstration for you?"

Evyla's mouth drops open, but Zizi doesn't wait for her to answer. She brushes past Benny and heads towards the stairs, fists clenched tight at her sides.

She's free, but the touch still lingers. She wants to scrub it off, burn her robe and tear the skin raw. A reminder to herself to never let anyone lay a hand on her against her will again.

Footsteps echo on the stairs behind her and she stops. "You don't need to follow me, you know."

"I know."

Zizi turns around and then wishes she hadn't. The longing in his eyes is like a blade to her chest, carving through flesh and bone.

"So why are you doing it then?"

Benny shrugs. "What else should I do?"

She can feel him, hurt and love and devotion all at once and it's too much. Inviting her to break down when that is exactly the opposite of what she wants right now.

She steps closer. "Maybe I should mask the bond. Would that be enough for you to leave me in peace?"

It's cruel, and she knows it. Part of her readies itself for the fight, even as the other part cringes from the pain in his eyes, the knowledge that she's hurting him as much as herself.

Go on, she thinks. Tell me I can't do it. Give me a reason.

A reason not to fall apart.

He doesn't. Just looks at her as if he can see right down to her bones, then moves back out of her reach. "As you wish."

He turns and walks back down the stairs. Pain flares in Zizi's chest, almost cutting off her air.

She wants to call him back.

She doesn't.

~

Josie visits her the next day.

With over a dozen witnesses to what had happened in front of the training ground, Zizi had half been expecting to be called before the Amyrlin. What she hadn't expected was for the Amyrlin to come to her.

"You know, I should make you do penance for this. I always forget how long the walk is between your chamber and mine." Josie is smiling, but Zizi can see her eyes scanning the room - the smashed mirror, the abandoned robes, the empty hearth. With a graceful move of her hand, flames spark among the ashes, banishing the cold.

Zizi swipes her hands on her breeches awkwardly. "You could have just called me to the Hall."

"I could. But I think we've known each other too long for that." Josie looks at her. "What happened with you and Evyla?"

"She wanted me to channel for the novices. I said no."

"She claims you threatened her."

It's instinct that has Zizi baring her teeth, anger flaring before she allows herself to think about it. "She was lucky I didn't have my knives."

The words spit into the air, ugly and mean. There was a time, long before this, when Zizi would have died sooner than threaten a sister - even one as infuriating as Evyla. That time is long gone. She doesn't recognise herself now: an animal backed into the corner, snarling at the slightest movement. Just another part of all that had been taken from her. All that she'd let the Seanchan take from her.

"Zizi," Josie says gently, and Zizi realises with horror that her eyes and cheeks are wet. She turns away, scrubbing the traitorous tears from her face ruthlessly. Josie doesn't stop her, or try to touch her. She just stands there and waits, and for that Zizi is both humiliated and grateful.

"You should send me away," she says later, seated in front of the fire. Josie had had some food brought up and the remains now lie between them, along with some tea and spiced wine.

Josie brushes crumbs from her gown. She looks younger in the dim light, more like the girl who'd shared Zizi's dorm for months than the head of the entire White Tower. "Why would I do that?"

"I don't belong here anymore. Not after…" She touches her neck automatically, tries not to flinch. "I can't channel. I won't."

"No one is going to make you," Josie says quietly.

"I can feel the Power, but if I try…" Zizi stares into the flames. "I can't tell if it's me or not. If someone is making me do it. I won't let anyone make me do anything ever again."

"What about Benny?"

The mention of his name tugs at something under her skin, raw and wanting. She avoids Josie's gaze. "What do you mean?"

"You're rarely together these days. Do you want to break the bond? Start over?" Josie's voice is light and even. "Reds rarely bond warders, so I doubt anyone would question it if that was your decision."

Zizi's fingers dig into her palms. "He could die."

"He's dying right now." Josie doesn't raise her voice, but the words still feel like a slap. "When you were gone he was beside himself. All those stories we used to read about being warders lost to grief…right in front of our eyes. You're home now, and yet that pain hasn't gone away. For either of you."

Zizi closes her eyes. "He wasn't there."

"No, he wasn't. But he felt you nonetheless and he still does now." Josie sighs. "People like to say our lives are not our own - bound to the Tower, bound to serving the world around us. I'm not so certain I believe that, though. Our lives are not our own because they are bound up in the people we meet here. Friends. Lovers. Warders. You are a part of me as much as I am of you, but so is Benny. And I do not believe you want to cut him out."

Tears threaten once more and Zizi bites the inside of her cheek until it bleeds.

I'm afraid.

Josie's hand rises and Zizi feels herself tense, but the fire merely stirs to life again. "It's cold," the Amyrlin says. "I would rather not see you fall ill."

She smiles a little, and Zizi feels the gentle touch as clearly as if it had actually been given.

~

It's hard to sleep. Zizi blames it on the bed, a world away from the thin, hard mattress in a Seanchan cell. The kind they'd given her after she'd broken.

She sits up, nausea swirling in her stomach. Barely manages to make it to the basin on the washstand before she throws up.

After, she goes downstairs. The tower is quiet at night, but there always people around: sisters returning from or going on journeys, the occasional novice working out their penance, a sleepy servant or two. No one seems to notice her, or if they do they pretend not to.

Zizi doesn't mind. Her throat still burns and she can feel herself trembling, reflexive little shocks running through her body. She wants…She doesn't know what. Doesn't want to admit it, even in thought.

She finds Benny in the training yard, practicing. He doesn't see her at first, but his dog does. The huge animal, part wolf apparently, pads softly over to her, nudging at her hip with his nose.

Zizi crouches down and strokes through soft grey fur. As if sensing her distress, the dog nuzzles closer and whines.

"Zizi."

Sand scrapes beneath Benny's feet. He sits down next to her, close, but not enough to touch.

Zizi doesn't look up. She doesn't dare. "I couldn't sleep."

"I couldn't either."

Silence.

"You were scared," Benny says at last. "I could feel it. Are you alright?"

Zizi looks at him then. Really lets herself look, for the first time since coming back.

He looks tired. Has more stubble than before, cheeks hollowed in. His eyes are the same though: kind, even with fresh pain swirling in their depths.

"I don't know," she says. "I'm not sure…I know what that means anymore."

The tears break through at last. She's too tired to squash them.

She can feel Benny watching her, feel him holding back even as the echo of her pain travels through him. He won't touch her, Zizi knows. Not unless she wants him to.

Somehow, that knowledge gives her the courage to move closer.

It takes several moments and more than a few steadying breaths, but eventually she gets close enough.

He doesn't move.

Tentatively, Zizi rests her head on his shoulder. Braces for the worst.

There's no pain. Nothing bad happens. For some reason that makes her cry harder.

She's not sure how long it goes on, but it's a while. Benny stays the whole time.

~

"I can't channel anymore," she says after it's over. There's a bittersweet relief in saying it at last, after carrying the fear around in her chest for so long. "I can still touch the source, but I…I don't want to channel. Not yet."

Maybe not ever. That part remains unspoken, but he hears it anyway. Like she knew he would.

"You're still an Aes Sedai," he says. "And I'm still your warder."

"I'm sorry. For earlier. I don't want to break the bond." Admitting it feels like weakness. Zizi forces herself past the yawning chasm of fear to say the words regardless. "I don't want to lose you again."

Benny presses a kiss to her hair, so light she almost thinks she imagined it. "I'm here. As long as you want me."

Always. She doesn't say it. It's late, and she's never been one for foolish admissions. This peace is new, fragile, but it feels better than anything has these past few months. Like a beginning.

She closes her eyes and lets herself doze. If there are nightmares, at least she's not alone.

[kendrene]

🥺🥺🥺 first snow for avatrice?

Beatrice wakes to an absence of warmth.

A Novice’s room is hardly ever warm, but there is a sharpness to the chill of the early morning air that can herald one thing only. An odor to it, at once pungent and clear.

Snow.

She resists the urge to burrow deeper under the pile of blankets. Soon an Accepted will be by and knock on her door and call her to service in the kitchens. She sighs, rubs sleep out of her eyes. It’s going to be a long winter.

Beatrice wakes to an absence as well. A bed, barely built for one let alone two, empty except for her. The narrow space Ava had occupied, vacant. Even the memory of her body heat is nearly gone, only faintly felt when Beatrice reaches out, fingers pressed to the shallow indent Ava’s head had left on the surface of their solitary pillow.

“Ava?” Nothing. Beatrice rolls over, puts her face closer to the wall where some prior occupant had drilled a hole through to the room adjacent, and calls again. “Ava, are you there?” Silence.

She sits up, tosses the blankets aside and her stomach twists into a knot of disquiet.

It’s a new thing, in the fast-evolving trajectory of their friendship, the sharing of a bed.

Beatrice can pinpoint the exact day it started with accuracy, yet the precise mechanics of the how it did remain unclear. Ava had simply showed up at her door at the first hint of Fall, had barely let Beatrice crack it the width of a finger before she’s pushed it fully open, her wheeled chair a battering ram crashing past the last lines of the admittedly already blurred concept of personal space between them, and announced that she was cold, her room was colder and would Beatrice mind if she squeezed in bed with her just for a night?

One sleep became two became three became a fortnight to the point Beatrice can’t imagine it’s ever been any way else. Shame colors her cheeks like so much paint as her stomach (her heart) gives another lurch. She can imagine it, but rather wouldn’t.

Dressing against the chatter of her teeth, Beatrice surveys her room a final time: no, Ava is not hiding in a corner, and yes, her chair too is gone.

She ventures outside, immediately spotting Ava one level above theirs and directly across. The rooms of that gallery are all empty, dark, and barred for fifty years she’s heard one of the Accepted say. She wonders briefly whether in another fifty years their rooms too will fall to neglect, or whether it’ll be less than. Twenty years. Ten. She abandons the dark thought with a huff and walks away from it quickly.

“Ava, what are you doing?” Ava is staring unmoving at the brightening sky “You’re going to catch a chill.” It must have been hot work to push her chair up the steep ramp and all the way around the gallery; still, Ava’s wearing just a nightshift. Now at rest, she’s sure to be frozen to the bone. “Here, put this on.”

A snowflake-sized pang of regret finds its way under Beatrice’s woollens the moment she removes her cloak but, even though she’s nowhere near mastering whatever it is that lets an Aes Sedai ignore both extreme heat and cold, she does her best to ignore it.

The cloak falls around Ava’s shoulders, white on white and soft as the layer of snow obscuring the garden down below. Ava startles. Looks at her and smiles.

“It’s snowing.” She reaches up, absently seeking Beatrice’s hands with her own. “It’s snowing, Bea.”

“I can tell.” Ava’s hands seem made of the same matter that’s falling from the sky, and Beatrice squeezes them hard, trying to restore them to a semblance of warmth. “Surely you’ve seen snow before?”

A strange expression flits across Ava’s face, and Beatrice bites the inside of her cheek to the point she tastes red, reminded of the gulf that separated their lives before Tar Valon. “I’m sorry.” Stupid, stupid. “I didn’t mean-”

The hold she has on Ava’s hands slackens with the remorse of hasty words, and Ava grasps for the chance, twisting until she’s the one gripping Beatrice’s hands tight, palm to palm, fingers interlocked.

“It’s okay.” She tilts her face down so that her lips brush the back of Beatrice’s left hand in what she would mistake for a kiss were she a fool and breathes a puff of warm air over numb flesh. “It’s just… winter sucks when you’re an orphan. I guess I should thank the Light that Amadicia rarely got any snow worth the name.”

Beatrice resists the temptation to press for more, and instead says:

“Do you like it?”

“Yes.” Ava lets go of her and extends one hand over the balustrade, watching snowflakes touch down on it and dissolve. She shivers, although perhaps it’s more of a shudder. “I think there was snow in my dreams last night.”

Beatrice doesn’t question how Ava could dream of a thing she’s never seen before, doesn’t tell her that she’s been sleep-talking (mumbling really) in the clutches of what had seemed like dreams of a darker kind. Doesn’t mention that these sorts of dreams, the ones that soak Ava’s nightshift through and dig black trenches all round her eyelids, have occurred nearly every night since they’ve begun sharing a bed. Every night since Beatrice was brought below ground to Test and refused the ter’angreal in its entirety.

She doesn’t say she’s had dreams too, lucid ones that ambush in the light of morning. What is and what could be, choices she could make branching out indefinitely; in the sheer number of them lies abject horror.

One such hovers at the corner of her eye. Beatrice focuses on Ava, on their hands still entwined. The dream – the vision – melts away. “We should head back to my room.” She glances at the sky, grey veering to lacteal. “We can snatch another half hour of warmth if we hurry.”

A flicker of motion, white from head to toe, freezes Ava’s reply. Two levels down.

“It’s an Accepted.” Slowly, carefully, Ava inches her chair back. “Crimson, I think.”

Fantastic. “We really need to go.” Beatrice looks from the wheelchair to the ramp and back again. “Can you get down without making noise?”

“I can do even better.”

“Ava, what-”

Too late. The glow of saidar dances across Ava’s knuckles. A trickle. Enough.

“Ava, don’t.” Beatrice knows it’s for naught. Ava has a glint in her eyes, mischief mixed in with intent. Snow silently coalesces into a small cloud, then a flurry. Unaware, Crimson glides from door to door, rapping once before she moves on to the next. “Ava, please, stop.” The cloud of snow, clumped together into something more solid, has reached the size and rough shape of a bucket. A weave of air and water nudges it under the eaves of the gallery and over Crimson’s unsuspecting head.

Grinning, Ava lets the Power go.

“See?” She whispers, as the first shriek reaches their ears. “I stopped like you asked me to.”

Beatrice grabs the back of the chair and whirls her around. “Let’s go.” She doesn’t care that the wheels let out a squeak against the marble. Crimson is screaming loud enough to cover the sound. “I swear to the Light, one of these days you’ll get into some real trouble, and I won’t be there to get you out of it.”

By some sort of miracle or mercy of the Light they make it back to Beatrice’s room undetected.

“Come on.” Beatrice pushes the door open, struggling to wedge the bulky chair inside. “Just-” Another set of hands appears, pushing Ava the rest of the way through, and Beatrice, too stunned to speak, stumbles after.

“Neat trick.” With Mary, and Shannon Sedai, and the two of them besides, the room, which is already cramped, shrinks down to a broom closet. “You should ask Shan to show you how to make ice appear inside people’s clothes, though.” Mary winks. “Less likely to be found out that way.”

“Aes Sedai.” With so little space it is impossible to curtesy, but to her credit Beatrice tries. “It’s all my fault. I told Ava I was sad,” Lie. She’s never as happy as when she is with Ava. “She just wanted to make me laugh. I will apo-”

“You’re sad?” Ava’s eyes study her face, full of concern. “You didn’t tell me you were sad, Bea. Why are you sad?”

Shannon brings a finger to her lips, and they all go quiet, waiting. A knock comes at Beatrice’s door, Ava’s, then the one further down the hall.

After, Ava is still looking at her for answer, and Shannon Sedai is still looking at them both, face blank save for an uptick to the corner of her mouth that smooths completely flat the instant Beatrice notices it.

“I will not report you this time.” The Aes Sedai declares finally, and Beatrice exhales a breath she’d not noticed she’d been holding. “But you best lay low for a while.”

“Until she teaches you that trick is what she means.” Mary chimes in, making Shannon sigh.

“Don’t encourage them, Mary.” Shannon gestures, and the door opens without anyone touching it. The wind snags at it, meaning to close it, and the Aes Sedai stops it with her hand. “Be steadfast now, child.” She holds Beatrice’s gaze for a moment, and then she’s gone, Mary hard on her heels.

Only after they’ve left, after she’s reassured Ava she wasn’t sad but improvising, it dawns on Beatrice they’d been dressed for long, hard travel.

[ofthebrownajah]

@butterflydm brought it up in her poll but I have thought about this AU idea before but I don't think I've brought it up on here. What would've happened if the Tower had succeeded in transporting Rand in the box to the Tower?

[themangylioness]

Fanfiction Question for my WoT peeps:

Would y'all read a:

Amyrlin Seat!Moiraine AU with next to zero plot connections (esentially Siuan and Moiraine switch places)

Dragon Reborn!Egwene AU

And something mildly similar to my story The Lost Queen of Malkier???

Of course this only really applies to people who have attempted to/have read my other stories but feedback is welcome.

[thatordinaryoddity]

it‘s always been you 🤍

I don‘t know what to tell you about this except that this is what they actually deserve.

Check out part 2!

and part 3!

and part 4!

and part 5!

bonus:

[halcyon-autumn]

Suian thinking they’d be better off if the Dragon were a girl is so funny. Like Suian, babe, I love you wholeheartedly but you would not have an easier time with EGWENE AL’VERE as your prophesied savior I promise. Sure you don’t have to worry about her going insane, but Egwene is so stubborn she’s resisting an empire that’s spent a thousand years perfecting indoctrination. Egwene once threatened a full-fledged sister because she blamed her for Nynaeve’s death. Egwene would say “I am going to get a good grade in ‘being the prophesied savior who will either save or destroy the world,’ something that’s normal to want and possible to achieve” and then start fucking the shit up of everyone she doesn’t like - INCLUDING everyone she doesn’t like in the White Tower. And keep in mind, her best friends are 1.) Nynaeve al’Meare, human embodiment of the “I’m a healer but…” meme, and 2.) Elayne Trakand, the heir to the throne of the most powerful country on the continent who knows Egwene for two days and then is so ride or die for her that she tries to follow her out of the Tower and then starts attacking the “women who enslave channelers” crew with a stick. You would not have a chill time with a Dragon!Egwene au I promise you that.

[ghostorbz]

WYD WHEN MY GANG PULLS UP @kittysboba

[toastandjamie]

The answer to what the Mat/Lanfer set up means for the last battle is that everything goes exactly the same except instead of trying to fake seduce Perrin she tries to real seduce Mat into helping her

Can’t say what Mat will do because I’ve got no idea where he’s at mentally

My toxic trait is that I need to know exactly where and when the canon divergence first started in even my crackiest, most goofy AU, even if it never comes up in the actual fic.

[pien-art]

commission for @eve-is-obsessed 🌟 (also everyone go read Eve’s fic Oaths , it’s so good!)

[toastandjamie]

Last post for tonight I promise

Modern AU where Mat and Tuon meet at a martial arts competition and Tuon kicks his ass.

Mat is incredibly attracted to a woman who can kill him

[moghraidhs]

a thick fur pelt draped over a sleeping form -- for Zizi, your choice if it's WoT AU or something else! 🧡

thanks killy! made it ot3 style for you, enjoy :))

Josie doesn't get alarmed.

As the head of the entire White Tower, it's not as if she can afford excessive emotion, fear least of all. Nevertheless, that's what she feels first upon waking to find the bed empty.

She hasn't slept alone in a long time. Had gotten too comfortable with Bucky on one side of her and Zizi on the other, and now both of them are gone.

After last time, she had promised herself she'd never lose them again. Turns out she could fail even at that, even here.

Only years of ingrained practice keep her from shaking as she does up her robe and heads downstairs. It's not easy with one hand, but she's gotten used to the extra effort.

She finds them in her study, of all places. There's a light glowing from the hearth, and when she steps inside, Bucky is seated against the far wall with Zizi curled up, resting on his lap, sleeping peacefully for once. He tenses briefly as Josie comes in, and her heart aches for the flash of wariness on his face before it disappears. "Jo."

"I woke and you both were gone."

"Zizi had a dream. Didn't want to wake you. We trained a bit and came back up here." He rubs a hand over his eyes. "Didn't mean to worry you."

Josie smiles a little. "You didn't. Very much, that is," she amends as the faint echo of his disbelief crosses their bond. "I'm just glad to have found you."

"I'm not going anywhere, Jo," he says quietly, and oh she loves and hates how he can read her so easily. "Neither of us are."

Josie looks away. Crouches down to stroke a few loose strands of hair from Zizi's face.

Zizi shifts, frowns. "Jo?"

"I'm here."

One skinny, battered hand sneaks out and grips her wrist. "Don' leave," Zizi mumbles and Josie feels tears prick the back of her eyes.

"Never. I told you, you're the only Aes Sedai who can command me, remember?"

Zizi's lips twitch briefly, before a shiver wracks her frame. Even after months back in the tower, she's still too thin.

Fighting a further onset of emotion, Josie gently withdraws her wrist and goes to fetch the wolf pelt hanging off the back of her chair. A gift from the Andoran queen, it's big enough to cover three men easily.

She brings it back and sits down next to Bucky before tugging the pelt over all of them, making sure Zizi gets most of it.

Bucky glances at her. "Won't you get in trouble?"

Josie smiles. "I'm the Amyrlin Seat. Besides, there's nowhere else I would rather be."

I'm not leaving you again.

As if hearing the unspoken words, Bucky places an arm around her and tugs her closer. She rests her head on his shoulder and her hand in Zizi's, and just like that, the fractured pieces of her come together once more.

[asexual-spongebob]

It’s finally finished!!!!

I present: Wail Of The Siren: Episode 1: The Stolen Salmon.

also happy ZaDr Day!!

I’ve been working my ass off for three days to make this, I’ve hope yall enjoy it.

I think it took 13 hours total to make. So that’s cool.

I may not draw the rest of the eps in iz’s style tho… bc it’s kinda hard to draw in. So yeah, sorry if that’s the case.

I hope you guys like it :) I’m very proud.

I would’ve gotten VA’s but idk where to find them. I would voice Gaz n Gir myself tho because I can actually do very good impressions of them. And also Keef probably. And hell, maybe even Tenn. But for the others, I’m not so sure. So yeah.

I think this is the longest animation I’ve ever made, other then my “I Hate Everything About You” ZaDr pmv.

Hopefully I can make these pretty frequently.

I’ll probably make the intro sometime soon.

[ask-misconduct]

Blink twice if you’re being held hostage.

at this point it's been so long and he knows he probably won't get away he just says he lives there

but yeah he was kidnapped

i mean

taken away from his AU in the middle of the night

thats kidnapping if i've ever seen one

previous - next

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[weirdenbyferret]

Day six, Anemone

So apparently I accidentally skipped what was supposed to be day threes prompt, aka shark, and Im just going to ignore that and continue on

Once again, dont know if the next chapter is out today, but I have done this next prompt!

Thought up a species thingy based on anemones and proceeded to draw Eclipse as one lol (If anyone wants to make an oc based off of this creature, permission is much granted)