#would this count as au? probably

[jekylljekyllhydejekyllhydehyde]

Jackson and Holt but after their trigger turns to music their clothes don’t switch with them

So they clash styles and fight for a while (and end up looking ridiculous in public as a result) until they find a way to mash their styles in a way that works for both of them:

If Holt dresses the body, he has to pack a solid color button up, a bowtie, and a sweater vest for Jackson (Holt usually has a bag prepared ahead of time so he can just grab it and go).

If Jackson dresses the body, he has to pack Holt’s jacket and a T-shirt (that’s been pre-approved by the Holtster and isn’t dorky). Jackson preps morning of- He puts at least a little effort into making sure the shirts he picks for Holt match their pants.

Usually they wear pants in any shade of black, gray, or brown. Sometimes other neutrals. If either of them plans to wear patterned pants (or pants that don’t “basically match everything”) they have to pack a pair of solid black pants too.

When Holt packs clothes for Jackson, they’re just thrown into a bag. When Jackson packs clothes for Holt, they’re in a neat pile.

They always have Jackson’s glasses and Holt’s headphones with them, that’s just a given.

Of course, it’s still not perfect and likely never will be. Sometimes either of them will push the other to pack extra accessories. Sometimes what Holt has prepared ahead of time for Jackson doesn’t match their pants and shoes the day of at all. Sometimes they “forget” things for the other and sometimes they genuinely forget.

They own a few pieces of reversible clothing, with each of them claiming a side. They’d probably have more, if Holt didn’t claim that a lot of reversible clothing was “lame inside and out”.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Thank you all for voting in the poll to decide who was going to be the leader of the band! It turned out to be such a close race!

[puppetmaster13u]

Once more I am rotating both @phoenixcatch7's Possessed Doll Au, and our Meat Marionette Au.

And I am specifically pondering things like the JL magic users' first encounter with the dolls/meat marionettes. Especially those that can see magic or souls.

Because Gotham? Universally acknowledged it's already fucked up. Like there's literal death pits, gravity doesn't work in some places on certain days, whole streets disappear for weeks, hell portals have been opened up (this is literally all canon, no joke) and that's just the tip of the iceberg for a normal month there.

So look, they were honestly expecting some funkiness with a Gotham vigilante. But this? What the fuck is this? They- genuinely, that's horrific-

Huh? No they're not talking appearance wise, that's pretty par for the course actually, no they're talking about whatever the fuck... How is it moving? How is it alive when it's like an amalgamation of all.... that?!

What the Fuck created that thing?!

[papaya-140]

Waiting for a Trojan War retelling about Patrochilles but it’s different…

…but honestly I’m just putting down an AU at this point

Patroclus, kindest of the Acheans, feels sympathy for the captured Trojan women like in Silence of the Girls.

Patroclus, who acts as Achilles’ compassionate mentor (since he’s 1-2 years older), because King Peleus wants to balance his Achilles’ impulsive nature with Patroclus’ gentle patience

But! Patroclus’ heart is breaking because of Achilles’ period accurate misogyny. Achilles emulates the other men in their behaviors, causing their relationship to fracture in their heated arguments on treating women like property or people

Patroclus remembers their childhood and growing up together, and wonders where on earth is the boy that would do anything for him?

Where’s the charming boy that would make him laugh?

The boy that he taught the importance of kindness and compassion to?

He looks deeper, and to his horror, it’s the small slivers of light that pop up in the dark war monster that Achilles has become.

The way he looks at him. The way he gently wipes the blood off of Patroclus’ armor. The way he holds his hand during an anxiety attack after returning from the battlefield. The way he stays for him.

How could this be the same man? he wonders. Wrathful and horrifying Achilles, both kind and gentle.

Patroclus pines for the good old days, à la Song of Achilles, but he cannot ignore Achilles’ war crimes and treatment towards women.

Neither can Patroclus ignore the blood he has shed as a warrior and as Achilles’ second in command.

He doesn’t even realize his own actions- participating in keeping captured Trojan women (in his attempts to save them from other men)- still perpetuate a cruel systemic practice of enslaving women. Patroclus still remembers stopping Briseis from mourning her dead family.

He remembers the look on her face.

It tears him apart.

Patroclus just wants the past back. But war says otherwise, and shows him the worst sides of men and the worst of Achilles. And worst of all…

It shows the worst in him.

Just… morally grey Patroclus, my beloved!

Can I see this in a retelling for once?!

[fireyartccoon]

“Fox or not, you’re still my little buddy, Tails, and I can ensure you nothing will ever change that’’

This thing:

[summertimemusician]

Linktober 2024, Day 1, Mirror (Self)

Alright here we go again.

Technically a sneak peak of a bigger thing to come in the future that I'm repurposing, and the result of my final playthrough and readthrough before EoW dropped being Four Swords Adventures and that made me sad about Shadow Link again.

Note that this is for the Four Swords Adventures iteration of Shadow Link that might evolve into an LU Shadow, not Dark Link in either LOZ or LU, I have other plans for him.

This one shot was brought to you by Scars by The Crane Wives, Ribs by The Crane Wives, Ruin by The Amazing Devil and Two Minutes by The Amazing Devil because the author's playlist decided to be incredibly cheeky when they blacked out to write this like an ancient seers being cursed with visions and then called mad and hearing they've been put up for execution.

As always the nature of the relationship can be romantic or platonic, mostly due to the author's time constraints and further plans.

Anyway enjoy the reading!

It was cold.

The sort of cold after a wildfire, when everything's turned back to ash, the sort that left burned your vision white after the flames licked through your veins and left an ache in your bones. He shuddered, coughed black onto the stone floor, shaking with a muffled whimper.

It never got any easier, being dragged from the Dark World and into the Realm of Light, the goddesses' world itself revolting against an intruder, wanting the wound torn asunder into their oh so precious realm cauterized. To purge the intrusion and smite it where it stands.

Too bad for them (and for him), his master didn't particularly care about what the world wanted. Didn't particularly care that he hadn't grow accustomed to the pain or the cold, he had to stand up. There was work to be done.

(Shadow gritted his teeth, willed himself not to think about the prophecy of a golden haired princess- because whether he liked it or not, it was prophecy. As those with divinity running through their veins are wont to spill from their throats so carelessly- of violet eyes and a smile a third moonlight and hands holding a hammer.

It always hurt more, after one of the heroes liberated one of the maidens, or the jewels, the pain lingering for days afterwards and carving a home in his metaphorical bones. But just this once he'd take the cold bite of the Four Swords over the pain in the hole in his chest that Vio's betrayal had left, something that felt so much worse than every other time before.

Just this once he wished that maybe, just maybe, the hurt would be too much to bear, that he wouldn't wake up again-

Why? Why does it hurt so much but he's still here? He already knew the Light was uncompromising and unforgiving, but he thought them at least above curses.)

His ears twitched as soft, almost silent footsteps came up to his side. Someone crouching by his fallen form, setting a cautious hand over his own that Shadow couldn't help but draw away from with a hiss, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the world again, to your face, carefully blank as you guided him to lean against your side, a silver choker with a crimson gem winked mockingly at him, the shade closing his eyes and going boneless against your side.

Shadow was so, so tired.

He heard you quietly sigh, plucking his cap from his head and running your fingers through dark amethyst, smoke and mist made hair. "I told you so."

"Shut up." He grumbled, nuzzling further into the crook of your neck. One clawed hand curling against your free wrist, digging into the skin. Absentmindedly noting there were new scratches just above the metal.

It was routine by now, the warmth of your existence against his own a welcome balm, not quite of the Realm of Light where it's unpleasant, not too close to the Dark World where he felt like melting back into the embrace of the darkness, only to howl in agony at being dragged out.

Memories not quite his own bled into his mind all the time. How you'd shape ice into flowers for the princess in winter with nary a though, of blinking and from one second to the next you'd have whatever sword he had hostage if you though it was time for a break with a smile brighter than the sun.

His master had changed that though. It took months for you to stop trying to claw the collar out and to stop trying to fight Vaati.

(Funny how holding a mage's dragon as a bargaining chip is just as effective as kidnapping a ruler.)

Your gaze flicked to the polished obsidian of the Dark Mirror, to the gold, ornate frame. "The offer is still open, you know. Let me take the suffering from you."

"No." He scowled, leaning back to glare into your eyes, a hint of fangs poking out from a maw struggling to keep the shape of a human jaw, "You helped him. Helped them." Shadow spat, there is that hurt again.

You shrugged, a movement that's just slightly awkward as you flinch, "That I did." You confirmed simply, it almost made Shadow see red as he leaned away, knocking your hand from his head in the process, but if there's anything him and the heroes shared, was a lack of a desire to hurt you. It was a little grating to be honest, "Vio even offered to take me with him, to be honest."

"Then why didn't you leave?" He demanded.

Why did you stick around?

Your eyes shuttered, a hint of conflict in your pursed lips. Before you found your words, they come out softly, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you why. You'll just have to find out yourself."

You tug your wrist from his grasp, and Shadow lets you go.

(Stubbornly pushing down on memories and emotions that arearen'tarenotanymore quite his.)

You stand and turn away, pushing the curtains away from your sight, you turn your tired eyes to Shadow with an emotion he can't put a name to. "Just keep it in mind that there's more than one way to end this. Nothing is truly inevitable."

Shadow watches you go. 'There's nothing that can be done. He tells himself, hand hesitating above the Dark Mirror, briefly, it curls into a fist. The hero's original self stares back at him.

'… Does he really believe that?'

He shakes his head, and focuses on willing the Dark Mirror to show him his counterpart.

His chest still hurts.

[moeblob]

son boy raccoon trash can man suffering in a dnd au as a cleric bc his warlock will not stop committing murders and he has to keep coming up with reasons murder is valid to convince the gm its fine and under control

[cconfusedkat]

Asked my brother Jasper if i was allowed to post this and he said yes SO!! I helped him a bit with his lamb he was thinking of :-]c

I do want to help him more with figuring out heket as his toww ,, but for now hes still getting into cotl so hes got a lot to learn JKSJDSKF

YAYYYY AEROOOOOO!!!!! he thought the doodle on the bottom right was funny and im glad cuz i was thinking about how aero's already blinded in one eye and how the left side of his face is covered so Hes Just. 😭 how do you SEE THROUGH YOUR HAIR ,,

These were when i was doodling Aero a little more just to get used to his shapes nd i sorta figured it out along the way ,,

I wanna doodle my lamb with his cuz he already doodled allure for me- eventually when aero frees heket from her chains and then as a follower they both do get engaged orz gay people win

[0donto1nsanity]

Guys I’m so nervous he’s so cute, what do I do

[tired-shadow1]

I know it's not the most original thing and that people have done this before, but my ornithology class has me thinking about what birds the Murder Drones characters would be.

So far, I only have Uzi as a Hooded Crow, but I figure that's a relatively obvious choice (however the fact that crows tend to have beef with birds of prey helps to support this choice for me), and I want to have the Disassembly Drones as some sort of bird of prey that specializes in hunting birds, to serve a similar purpose to the whole Disassembly Drones needing oil to not overheat thing.

[willyhoos]

redraw of something from the king wilson au...

sometimes a family can be an escaped convict arsonist, a creepy psychic ghost girl, and a mad scientist trapped in the shadow realm. this is not one of those times however

[gatesofember]

I came up with an idea for a fic that I’m calling the six seeds au

Will is a dumbass and skips off to the underworld alone to bring Jason back for Nico. he can’t bring Jason back but he strikes a deal with Hades that will link his soul to Jason’s and partially bind him to the underworld, so Will spends six months of the year in the underworld while Jason is in the world of the living, then they switch for the next six months. so, similar to Persephone. or Dumuzid and Geshtinanna in Mesopotamian mythology. Will eats six pomegranate seeds to seal the deal, hence the name of the au.

now obviously this whole “I only get to see Will and Jason for half the year and never at the same time” thing wouldn’t be ideal for Nico and of course he’s upset with Will for doing something so reckless and sacrificial. but the real problem is that Will cannot survive in the underworld. it’s draining him more and more every day. there’s no way he’s even going to make it to the end of his first six months. and since his soul is now tied to Jason’s, this means that Jason is dying, too.

so Nico has to march up to his dad like “hey wtf” and Hades might regret not taking into consideration that Will’s a little Sun baby and can’t survive in the underworld and he might feel bad for doing this to his son so he might let slip that maybe a certain cure (one Nico may be familiar with) could break Will from the vow to stay in the underworld for half the year.

so now Jason and Nico have to go on a quest to get the physician’s cure. and Jason is dying because Will is dying. also maybe Will is sometimes in Jason’s head adding commentary through their soul bond because I think that would be funny.

and uhhh yeah that’s all I’ve got for now but idk I think this fic sounds fun so maybe I’ll come back to this

[emily-mooon]

I have never watched Moonrise Kingdom

[fictionadventurer]

"What if the South won the Civil Wa--"

BORING!!

The only Civil War alternate history worth caring about is, "What if they fixed the sewage issue that was contaminating the White House water supply and killing presidents?"

How does the country progress if William Henry Harrison gets a full term? How do we handle presidential succession with no Tyler Precedent established?

If Zachary Taylor doesn't die, is there no Compromise of 1850? If Taylor lives to push for more strident anti-slavery measures, does this delay war or start it sooner? Does he try a different compromise just to keep the Union together? Or does he push his own ideas so strongly that the South secedes? Imagine if the war starts ten years early with a firmly anti-secessionist Louisiana plantation owner (who until like two years ago was a highly successful general) in the White House. Is this a Robert E. Lee in reverse situation--a man having to choose the Union over his people? There's no way to know, and no one else cares, but for some reason I do.

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

I (finally!) counted all the mini critters that appear in Dogday's death, and it seems to be around 26-27? It's a bit confusing with how many are there, but for Poppy Worlwide we'll have 27 mini critters around. So...

27 mini critters + 18 mini huggies (the in-game count, at least!) + Mommy Long Legs + Bunzo + PJ + all 8 Smiling Critters + Miss Delight + Boxy + 25 other small toys (not the in-game count) + Poppy herself + Huggy + Kissy = 86 toys. Wow!

[princekirijo]

World's most frustrating feeling: having multiple ideas and character designs but despite working on the thing for nearly 5 YEARS still being nowhere close to having a coherent plot 💀