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yanderestarangel · 9 days

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tio miguel o'hara au

art cr: @/Andalusia_lu-

TW: EXTREMELY DARK CONTENT, STEP INCEST, OC MIGUEL, MANIPULATION, VIOLENCE, ALCOHOL, DARK THEMES, TRAUMA, GRIEF, BROKEN MIND, DUB CON, NON CON, POWER PLAY, HARASSMENT, GN READER, THREAT, PAIN KINK, DOLLFICATION, NSFW, BREEDKINK.

˖⁺ ⊹୨ notes ୧⊹ ⁺˖ no negativity please. If this isn’t your sort of content you’re more than welcome to block me and move on with your day.

I just wanted to make a definitive AU for my version of "Tio" Miguel O'Hara ✧⁠*ᜊ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᜊ.

[PART.1.]

♡ ┆Tio Miguel is your non-blood uncle who is thirty-five years old, his skin tanned by the hot midday sun accentuates his body and he has greater muscle mass than most men of his age; brown hair usually combed back and dark brown eyes that seem to penetrate your soul.

♡ ┆ He arrived like a hurricane in your life and that of your family, right after you moved to another quieter place in the Mexican city, practically a rural place where Miguel lived just a few meters away on a large farm, isolated from curious eyes.

♡ ┆ You had a grandmother who already lived there and she introduced the previously unknown man to you, saying that he was Miguel O'Hara, a close neighbor who always came to visit and was always nice to her, practically a son for the older lady. The tall Mexican man helped your family unload the moving truck, he was the first to approach like a silent plague and the target was always you, since the first time he saw you he had felt something more like his life had meaning again.

♡ ┆ Soon he began to frequent your house, being a friendly and solitary gentleman keeping everything from his past between his teeth despite the entire reception of his family with his persona. You, on the other hand, saw how he always seemed to look for you regardless of the situation you were in, even asking you to call him "Uncle" and that was when it all really started for both of you, the demand to be called that was subtle but already functional that even your parents told/demanded that you respect the man as someone in the family and in a short time he was already an influential and feared member of your family.

♡ ┆He is almost always seen dressed in ranch clothes or dress shirts and jeans - punctuated with cowboy or work boots, most of the time they are expensive fabrics that are not compatible with the minimum wage he receives for his work as a caregiver of farms or livestock. He is occasionally seen wearing a shabby brown suede cowboy hat.

♡ ┆When you ask him about his profession he just smiles and uses the same excuse that he got extra money from some competitions he won at the local bullfight ─ and the mysterious gain is not only used for his own use but also to buy gifts for you, he is not afraid to manipulate or seduce you with monetary gains to capture your attention and keep it, if you want something he will give it to you without thinking twice just to keep you for him, whether for his money or by making you afraid. Miguel secretly ran the underworld of drugs and smuggling but he would never tell you that and he would rather die than for you to discover his source of money in reality.

♡ ┆He always uses affectionate and possessive nicknames with you, like 'Mi vida' 'Mi angelito' 'Mi carinõ'; practically like a passionate lover would do or even he would grab you and hug you, touching you in different places and leaving a trail of heat wherever his fingers passed, even though he was your uncle he would treat you like a possessive companion would.

♡ ┆He drinks a lot, his favorite drink is expensive and pure whiskey. He also becomes almost predatory when he's drunk, often coming into your room on celebratory nights and whispering dark promises to you ─ you've seen him kneeling at the side of your bed as the warm alcoholic breath comes from his thick lips, phrases like: "You will always belong to me", "anyone who dares to come close to you I will kill them.", "I will never let you slip out of my hands, my precious angel." Or even the secret desires to use your body escaped his lips on those rare nights when the drink overcame his stoic and cold demeanor.

♡ ┆Most of his cold behavior is the result of the fact that he never had children and also due to the death of his late wife, killed by a fateful fate that he refused to talk about. He tends to be extremely rude to everyone but he tries to be as gentle as possible with you, even though it can be scary at times. He is domineering, impatient and quick-tempered, looking for your company during family outings or parties. Miguel will manipulate you by saying that his behavior is normal, saying that you were his family and he was just trying to make your bond grow and he will also manipulate your family to sweep away any complaints you may make. from the carpet or say that you were being dramatic and if you try to return his advances he can be extremely rude and easily hold your body, whispering subtle threats like: "You don't want to see me angry, do you, angel?" While leaving your wrists marked red from the force he had put there.

♡ ┆He doesn't let you have boyfriends or girlfriends, if you dare to have a partner he will do everything to make your parents stop this relationship. Even if you are an adult he will do everything in his power to make your life hell if you dare to leave him for a random person. Most of your relationships ended mysteriously because your dear tio used his influence in the underworld to threaten your partner. It will also alienate you from friends or acquaintances, a useful way to maintain control over yourself.

♡ ┆He always invites you to his farm on the weekends, always with the promise of some expensive gift or comfort from all the weekly stress. If you accepted (through free and spontaneous pressure from him) he would spoil you and always spend exorbitant amounts of money on you. If you have problems with your family, he will convince you to leave your home and talk to your parents to let you stay with him in his house for an indefinite period of time. Your Tio I planned to make you his perfect future companion, submissive and untouched by the evils of the world, a husband/wife so he could have a real family again, even if he was your uncle.

♡ ┆He tries to make you sleep with him several times, be it with monetary gains, manipulation or breaking you to the point that you throw yourself into his arms because he thinks you won't get anyone to love you like he does. During sex he plays the role of a tough dominant, often treating you roughly and likes to use your body to vent his frustrations. Miguel will choke and bite you, marking your neck and shoulders with painful, red bites, - even hitting you if you try to struggle or struggle against him, whether it's slaps to the face or butt making you whimper and become more still and controlled in his control. He uses his greater physical experience and constitution to hold you back if you try to run. Your Uncle likes to fantasize about getting you pregnant and making you a perfect little doll for him, he fills all your holes with his semen. He can spit in your mouth, hit his dick on your face, giving you hickeys on your neck, strong bites, or cumming on your face and recording everything afterwards to threaten you if you don't want to accept his marriage proposal later.

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alphawolfstabs · 6 months

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Wanting to breathe, waiting to drown

[2210 words!!]

Religious trauma scream au with stuilly. Billy has a very Christian mother, his dads a dick, he’s trying to learn and grow but he can’t. Stu is an atheist satanist, meaning he does not believe in a god, other than himself.

[in satanism, you worship thine self. You also view baphomet as a more ‘positive and prideful’ energy, rather than a being.] [Stu is a hunter though, has a trophy room but it's not for satanism- lots of people think it is though]

[Reblogs appreciated but not forced <3]

Billy had always been perceived as the epitome of perfection throughout his entire life. To the outside world, his parents appeared to have a flawless, happy family, and the expectation was that their son would naturally follow suit.

However, beneath this facade of an ideal life, Billy struggled with the weight of his family's expectations. He was far from perfect. He conformed to his mother's strict ideas of how he should dress, while his father, even when physically present, often seemed emotionally absent, never truly engaged with his son. In many ways, it was as if he were absent from Billy's life.

Everything Billy did was, in some way, shaped by his mother's desires and expectations. He accompanied her to church faithfully and performed every task with the aim of pleasing her. His life was a constant effort to meet her standards, and everything he did was solely for her approval.

As Billy grew older, he couldn't help but overhear more and more of the conversations between his parents. When he was 14 years old, a gay couple moved into a nearby house, and they were unabashedly proud of their identity. To his parents, this was a cause for disdain. In the privacy of their home, and even to others, they ridiculed the new neighbors for their sexual orientation.

The negative attitudes expressed by his parents left a profound impact on Billy. He absorbed their beliefs that being gay was unacceptable, something to be scorned, and that the only acceptable path was to be heterosexual. These beliefs, which were instilled in him by his mother and reinforced by his family environment, shaped his perspective on sexuality and identity as he grew older.

At the outset of Junior high, Billy struck up a friendship with a fellow student named Stuart, a tall and slender boy who possessed both intelligence and a great sense of humor. Although Stu had a knack for occasionally being slightly irritating, Billy quickly learned to overlook these quirks because of the genuine connection they shared.

Billy affectionately dubbed him "Stu" because, in his enthusiasm, he often struggled with pronouncing "Stuart" consistently. "Stu" became the preferred moniker between them, and it stuck. The two of them became inseparable at school, whether it was sharing desks, playing outside, or simply being seen together around the campus.

With Stu, Billy found an eccentric friend who embraced his unique qualities and idiosyncrasies. Stu had no issue with Billy's pre-meal rituals or the frequent references to the Bible that peppered their conversations. He allowed Billy to be himself without judgment, and this level of acceptance was something that made their friendship truly special. For Billy, having a friend who not only accepted but celebrated his individuality was a comforting and refreshing experience.

As they matured, Stu occasionally made remarks that caused Billy to question the sustainability of their friendship. Such a moment arose during their freshman year of high school when Stuart kept talking about a fellow student, a jock named Steve Orth, who happened to be in Stuart's gym class.

Stu's comments varied in tone and content, from crude observations to downright perplexing statements. One day, he remarked, "-I mean- It's just insane. We're freshmen! He shouldn't have a package that size."

Billy almost choked on his water, his eyes wide with disbelief. "What?" he blurted out.

Stu looked back at him with a mischievous grin. "What?"

"You looked down.. there..? That's like.. Not good? Dude, you sinned!" Billy exclaimed, his shock palpable.

Stu laughed and shook his head, seemingly unfazed. "Pretty sure it's only sinful if I touch."

Billy's brain seemed to short-circuit at this response. "What. Would you? Stu- That's gay. Don't be gay," he blurted out, a mixture of confusion and concern in his voice.

Stu continued to laugh, dismissing the topic without any further comment, leaving Billy in a state of bewilderment as he grappled with his friend's statements.

For a few years, Stu didn't bring up any topics of that nature. However, it all changed during their Junior year when a new member joined their group, Randy Meeks. Randy was an odd character, even more irritating than Stu, but Billy tolerated him for the sake of his friendship with Stu.

On one occasion, they gathered around the fountain, already engaged in a lively conversation. "All I'm saying is, I'm pretty sure he's gay," Stuart declared, taking a seat beside Billy.

"What?" Billy looked up from his book, perplexed by the discussion.

"Stu thinks Michael Myers is gay, and I'm just trying to prove to him that he's not," Randy chimed in, eager to join the debate.

Billy shook his head. "I don't think so."

Stuart threw his hands up in exasperation. "Come on!" he exclaimed, standing on the edge of the fountain. "Listen, he was in there since he was what—3? Dude had to lose his virginity at some point, especially to be a killer like that!"

Billy raised an eyebrow, pondering the matter. "Aren't there girl nurses?"

"Not that we saw," Randy added.

"Thank you! I rest my case, Michael was gay. Thank you," Stu concluded, settling back down.

Billy shook his head, and his nose wrinkled slightly. Stu noticed his hesitation and prodded, "What?"

"Huh?" Billy responded, momentarily lost in thought.

"Your nose—you do this thing when you want to say something but won't," Stu observed.

Billy sighed. "I know Michael was already sinful with murder, but he can't be gay. It ruins the movie for me if he is."

"Okay, Christian boy," Randy began with a roll of his eyes, "since you know so much—"

Stu quickly interrupted by giving Randy a light slap on the back of the head. "Enough," he stated firmly, before turning his attention back to Billy. "Believe what you want, just don't judge me for what I think."

Billy nodded, appreciating how Stu handled Randy's provocations and respecting his right to hold different opinions, even if it made him question his own views.

Senior year proved to be an especially challenging time for Billy. Gym class with Stu became a source of inner turmoil. Whenever they were in the locker room, Billy would change quickly and leave as soon as possible. However, there was something about seeing Stu in a state of post-exercise sweat, casually wiping his face with the hem of his shirt, revealing his well-defined abdomen, that stirred an unusual sensation in Billy. It wasn't disgust; it was something he couldn't quite understand.

As the year progressed, Stu became more open about his interests, particularly in the context of discussing someone he found appealing. To Billy's dismay, most of the time, it wasn't about women.

Billy struggled to come to terms with these feelings. He no longer saw them as sinful but instead grappled with questions like, "Does he ever say stuff like that about me?" The thought of his best male friend talking about him in that manner made him feel queasy. It seemed too 'gay' for comfort, and he was unsure how to navigate this new emotional terrain.

Billy refrained from discussing these thoughts with his parents, fearing their reaction, and he never prayed for these feelings to disappear because deep down, he didn't think they could be 'fixed.' He felt trapped, unable to reconcile his emotions with the beliefs he had grown up with.

Then, during one of his visits to Stu's house, Billy stumbled upon something that would further disrupt his emotional balance.

Billy's curiosity was piqued as he picked up a book with a rather unexpected title, "The Satanic Bible." He couldn't believe what he was seeing; it seemed impossible.

Stu, sprawled out on the bed on his stomach, glanced at the book and shrugged. "You have your Bible, I have mine," he replied nonchalantly.

Billy's eyes widened in disbelief. "You worship Satan, and you think that's okay?"

Stu burst into laughter and shook his head. "Jesus, man, no." He sat up and motioned for Billy to join him. "Sit down, and I'll explain."

Billy hesitantly took a seat, placing the book in Stu's lap. "Satanism isn't about worshipping Satan. It's about worshipping yourself in a way. You view Satan or the devil or whatever as an energy, something prideful, something positive."

Confusion furrowed Billy's brows, and he struggled to grasp this new perspective.

Stu smiled patiently. "I don't believe in Satan, or God, or an afterlife. I exist for myself."

"But… you're a Satanist?" Billy asked, still unable to reconcile these ideas.

Stu nodded calmly. "Satan's bad in the context of traditional religion, but it's not the same thing in Satanism. It's not about evil; it's about embracing yourself, your desires, and your individuality."

Billy blinked, trying to process this new perspective. "But… didn't he, like, kill a bunch of people?"

Stu nodded. "In traditional religious context, yes. But it was only ten people. If you think about it, God, on the other hand, was responsible for killing over 20,000 people. Who's actually bad in that context?"

Billy huffed, still struggling to fully grasp the concept. "I don't get it," he admitted, his confusion evident.

Stu smiled softly and inched closer. Their hands gently intertwined, fingers entangled, and as Billy stared at their linked hands, he felt a peculiar mix of emotions. He knew he should move away, that this closeness wasn't "normal" in his belief system, but he didn't want to pull away.

"In your religion, you're told to follow one person's guidance, to do and say things because that's what this one figure wants you to do," Stu began, speaking gently. "In my 'religion,' I do what I want to do, for me. And, just so you know, I don't sacrifice animals. I hunt and keep trophies, but most hunters do that. In my belief system, we're actually told to respect all living things, all of them."

Billy nodded slowly, finding this aspect of Stu's beliefs easier to understand.

Stu continued, "In your faith, if someone hurts you, what do you do?"

"Forgive them," Billy replied.

Stu challenged him, "Why? What if they do something terrible to you? Think about what happened in 'Black Christmas,' the guy's sister. What if this person does that to you?"

Billy had to pause and think about it. After a moment, he shrugged. "My mother says we always forgive."

Stu shared a different perspective, "You want to know what they say about that in my belief system?"

Billy nodded with interest.

"We don't forgive for that. Plus, if interest is not reciprocated, you back off instantly."

Billy pondered this, and a realization dawned upon him. "That's… actually better. Should I say that?"

Stu looked at him with a sweet smile. "You can say that. I'm not going to judge." The warmth in Stu's eyes made Billy's heart race, and he felt a mixture of emotions he hadn't experienced before.

"Do your parents know?" Billy asked, his gaze earnest as he looked at Stu.

Stu let out a soft snort. "I'm lucky if they even know my age, Billy."

Billy's expression fell with understanding. "Oh, yeah. That's right. Sorry."

"It's okay," Stu reassured him, gently running his fingers through Billy's hair. "Do you want to know about the sexuality aspect as well?"

Billy nodded slightly, his curiosity piqued, though he wasn't entirely sure if he'd like the answer.

Stu continued, "In Satanism, you embrace all aspects of yourself, and if you desire someone, that's okay. No matter what that makes you. It means being gay is okay."

The way Stu conveyed this message felt like he was trying to convince Billy, as if he was seeing deep into him, understanding the inner turmoil. Billy couldn't help but consider the possibility. Maybe this was precisely what he needed, someone who understood him.

Billy exhaled softly and asked hesitantly, "So… are you gay?"

Stu smiled warmly. "I'm not actually. I like men, but I also like women. Whatever that's called, that's me."

Billy simply nodded, absorbing this information.

Stu pulled Billy into something akin to a hug, and Billy allowed himself to melt into the embrace. As he rested against Stu, he couldn't help but think of his friend as someone who was truly free—free from the constraints of trying to please someone else, free to be himself.

He yearned for that kind of freedom but was held back by the ever-present specter of his mother's expectations. What would she say if he dared to voice these thoughts aloud? Even now, he questioned whether all of this was sinful.

A feeling of tension and constriction had wrapped around Billy like a coil of barbed wire, as if someone were perpetually tightening it. It might have been the thought of his mother, or perhaps it was the weight of his faith, but he couldn't be certain. All he knew was that he longed to break free from this suffocating grip.

Sitting in Stu's embrace, he felt that constricting wire begin to loosen. It wasn't choking him now; instead, he felt like someone had truly seen him, spoken to him with genuine understanding. In Stu's acceptance, he found a reprieve from the turmoil that had plagued him for so long, and for the first time in a while, he allowed himself to breathe a little easier.

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direwombat · 7 months

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another wip wednesday another wdoller

tagged by @ivymarquis (tysm~!)

tagging: @cassietrn, @poetikat, @confidentandgood, @trench-rot, @strafethesesinners, @miyabilicious, @simplegenius042, @g0dspeeed, @inafieldofdaisies, @josephslittledeputy, @adelaidedrubman, @madparadoxum, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @voidika, @strangefable, and anyone else wanting to share something today! (please like/reply to this post if you want to be added to the wip wednesday taglist!)

considering i just posted ch5 of katc a few days ago, interlude ii doesn't have anything that's anywhere near ready to share, so please take this werewolf au snippet (and a bonus smutty kitsybjake snippet for the fic i've been trying to write since...february...affectionately dubbed "the muzzle fic")

werewoof au

“Any idea what done this?” Sybille asks.

The coroner gives a small shrug. “Best I can tell? Some kind of animal.”

“An animal?” Her brows shoot up in surprise. “You tellin’ me an animal burst through a barricaded door, mauled, beheaded, and cracked Mr. Wolanski’s skull like a coconut, and then — what? — decided to do some redecoratin’?”

“I think I’m gonna vomit,” Staci mutters.

“Not in the crime scene!” the coroner exclaims at the same time Sybille squeezes Pratt’s shoulder and urges, “Go get some air.”

Pratt swallows thickly and nods, politely excusing himself before slipping out the front door.

The coroner turns to stare at her with exhausted apathy. “You’re asking me what killed Mr. Wolanski,” he says slowly, as if addressing a child. “In the absence of gunpowder, shell casings, or any other signs of a weapon being used against him and the abundance of trauma consistent with the kind typically found among the victims of wolf attacks, yes — I am concluding that the cause of death can most likely be attributed to an animal.”

She crosses her arms and shoots the man an exasperated look. By no means is she an expert on lupine behavior, but never has she heard of a wolf ripping off a person’s skull cap to get at their brains. It’s too much effort for fairly little gain -- at least, compared to the easy, meaty flesh of the torso.

He scribbles something on his clipboard and then looks at her pointedly over the rims of his glasses. “I’ve told you the what, Deputy. Figuring out the why is your job. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.” A curt nod is all she’s afforded before he’s shoving past her to instruct his team to finish up bagging things to analyze back at the lab.

Her feet remain rooted to the hardwood floor for a moment, watching the man’s back in mild disbelief as he walks away. With a small shake of her head, she pulls herself form where she stands and exits through the front door to go find Staci.

The poor man is leaning against their squad car, hunched over and breathing into a paper bag. She nearly walks over to him, but when she catches Eli’s eye from where he also stands just beyond the crime scene tape, she pivots over to him. Ducking underneath the yellow ribbon surrounding the property, she crosses the distance between them in a few brisk strides and pulls him in for a hug. His arms wrap around her, and she feels some of the tension in his shoulders melt away in her embrace.

“How you holdin’ up?” she asks

He squeezes her tight and buries his face against her neck. “‘Bout as well as you can after finding your best friend ripped to shreds,” he says thickly.

the muzzle fic (this is straight up smut so no pressure to read if you don't want to <3)

The sight of both of them makes Sybille’s mouth water, and every breathy groan she pulls from them goes straight to her own cunt. Her jaw hangs slack, eyes glazing over. Her chest heaves with every breath, and drool dribbles from the corners of her mouth, drenching her chin and dripping off the metal of the muzzle.

Her entire world narrows to fulfilling a singular purpose: pleasing her Masters. The edges of her senses blur, blocking out all other stimuli so that she can focus on the tasks literally in her hands. She can’t take her eyes off them, watching as they take their pleasure from her. Her ears are finely attuned to the soft gasps and grunts as they buck their hips into her hands; and her nose filled with the heavy, heady scent of sex, so thick in the air that she can almost taste it.

She wants to taste it.

She leans forward to bury her face in Kit’s cunt, wanting so badly to taste the juices flowing down the other woman’s thighs. Hell, she’d even lick up the droplets that have fallen to the ground. But when she leans in, the muzzle knocks against Kit’s mound. The cold metal presses against her clit and Kit gasps. Her eyes fly open and she looks down at Sybille.

That look of surprise quickly turns lecherously wicked. Her nails rake pleasingly across Sybille’s scalp and she clicks her tongue condescendingly. “Aww,” she coos in mock sympathy, “you thirsty?”

Sybille nods frantically. Her tongue lolls out of her mouth, eager to taste her. Her hips rock, her breath going shallow as she leans forward, pulling against the chain. The supple leather of her collar digs into her throat, restricting her airways. “Yes…” she rasps, “please.”

Kit hums thoughtfully and drags a knuckle down Sybille’s cheekbone. Then, she slaps her, just hard enough to make her flinch. “Too bad.”

A desperate sound is torn from her chest and she turns her pleading eyes to Jacob, begging for mercy.

Mercy that’s nowhere to be found.

“Only good girls get to use their mouths,” he says, and he very pointedly drags Kit in for a lengthy kiss. Their lips move roughly together, all prodding tongues and biting teeth, and she wants nothing more than for them to kiss her like that too. When they pull away both their lips are swollen and Jacob looks at her with a taunting smile. “You haven’t been a good girl.”

“I can be,” she whines. “Please. Please, I can be good.”

#getting that last chapter of katc out took up a lot of brain power so the writing front has been slow on other things #but...ta dah #the muzzle fic really is mostly for myself and skelly but please enjoy some syb rocketing into subspace #murder gingers were. displeased. with her getting bite-y post-trials so they decided to take some punitive action #syb just wants to be good ;w; (or rather she wants /them/ to tell her she's good... which there is a difference lmao)#whining wombat

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angelique-of-the-volturi-guard · 9 months

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Thinking about an AU where Giles adopts Buffy while in high school, solely because I would die to see the following happen:

-Buffy giving Giles a hug at school on a bad day and some more immature boys are teasing her over it, to which she fires back that her dad chose her, would their parents have picked them if given the choice? Shuts them right up.

-Buffy and Willow having sleepovers at his apartment and Giles making tea in the kitchen, hearing them laugh and feeling himself heal a little in knowing that sound and the fact that Willow is comfortable there means he’s doing far better than his own father, and realizing that he isn’t lonely anymore.

-Wesley having no idea that Giles adopted Buffy and overstepping his boundaries as a watcher, and she tells him that the only one who can tell her what to do with her personal life is her dad and points at Giles. This is solely for the expression on Wesley’s face, which makes Giles chuckle.

-When Cordelia joins the group, Giles asks her if she’d mind teaching him how to do a few hairstyles in case Buffy asks for his help one day. She’s pleasantly surprised and agrees.

-When Willow and Oz start dating and she brings Oz to the apartment, Giles shows him his record collection and they play together a few times. Giles comes to a few Dingoes Ate My Baby concerts in support of him, and of Willow who is affectionately dubbed his second daughter.

-When Buffy and Willow get distracted in a conversation that Xander doesn’t particularly want to be a part of, Giles will sometimes ask for his help with things like making snacks or other small tasks and make a point of asking about his life and how he’s doing. He makes a point of helping Xander understand that just because he doesn’t have magic or powers doesn’t mean he can’t be a great man, and it helps with a lot of his insecurity.

-Because of the previous three scenarios, he gets dubbed a cool dad. He has no idea what to make of that, but it makes him feel really cool when Buffy and her friends show up to one of his performances and she says “that’s my dad” to somebody without a hint of embarrassment. That’s when he thinks he must be doing something right.

-Both he and Buffy have nightmares because of their respective trauma, but they help each other through it. If she has a nightmare and is still asleep sometimes he’ll quietly sing to her to calm her down. If she’s awake, he makes her a cup of tea and they sit together on the couch, watching TV in silence. This also applies to the both of them having them at once (though it is much rarer). If it’s just Giles with the Nightmare and he’s awake, she’ll grab a book from the nearest shelf and start reading aloud. The smell of books and sound of her voice always helps. And almost always, it ends with a hug.

-When Giles sees Ethan again after the costume incident. Enough said.

-The drive back to the apartment after school is when Buffy tells him about the actual things that happened at school that day- from the gossip to the actual academics. It is the part of the day where she feels the most like everyone else and she savors it.

-They have father daughter days sometimes on the weekend where they do things the other likes. They go to a restaurant they both enjoy, Buffy goes shopping with him, they go to a bookstore with a cafe and read a little with some tea, and they choose a concert they both enjoy to attend together when she gets a night off of patrol.

-Buffy insists they do a family portrait so they can do Christmas cards and she asks all her friends to come because they’re part of the family too 🥺 Giles has it framed and hangs it in the living room.

I could go on for hours, I just love them so much. 💖

#mun post #outofguard #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy summers #rupert giles #willow rosenberg #oz osbourne #xander harris #ethan rayne #cordelia chase

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torkhin · 1 year

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PROPAGANDawn Time! (@original-character-championship thank you so much for hosting this!!)

Hi! It’s time for our little mountain cloud to take center stage! (Oh she’s So nervous, but hey, she came looking for a good time, and a good time is what she’s gonna have!)

SO! Dawn Hughes!

- She is a catalyst. She is the lynchpin in the operation of saving the world from the BBEG which she affectionately (/s) dubbed “Shadowfuck” at age 15. She is the composer of Fate’s Design at age 50 when the world is again threatened by Shadowfuck’s possessive home turf. She is responsible for the redemption of villains, the resurrection of an entire society, the banishment of assholes. She is a connector of the mundane and magical. But she refuses to let her accomplishments precede her. All she wants is to be remembered by and for the people she loves.

(^Dawn HTTYD AU. Notes: in canon, Dawn has a little magic lizard friend she named Wizard who likes to eat dreams and give licks. Wizard is about the size of a gecko. He likes to hide out in Dawn’s hair and sometimes his claws tickle her head when he wiggles around in there.)

- This poor girl’s got Trauma, folks, from both the elements in her backstory and Also events that played out in the story she was a part of. She’s got a Heaping dose of trauma-induced acrophobia, as well as chronic pain from an old injury she sustained from the traumatic incident in question. Her journey is focused around coming to terms with her anxiety and finding ways to cope with what she fears most. (Looking through some of the propaganda for other contenders, this seems to be a fairly common arc… Adult Dawn is a therapist and could help you introspect about that)

(mmm eepy)

The following are some quotes:

- “Oh, yeah, like murder is polite.” /s

- “Spirit ass is real ass.” /g

- “You shouldn’t force yourself to live like your existence isn’t important… because, dammit, you Are important.”

Peer reviews:

Some more emotes/art/picrews I’ve done with her (I’ll try to reblog this with the original links to the picrews once I find them)

Some more fun facts!:

- Dawn being proficient with sleep and dream magic also gives her a talent for creating illusions. She primarily uses these illusions to create Little Guys, like a strange skunk creature named Sniffle and small bunnies. She has also used her illusions to cover up Crimes that her friends commit. She also tends to create illusions of horns and a tail for herself to somewhat match the appearance of her brother and help him feel less ostracized for his inhuman traits

- She can create “dream rifts” inside people’s brains that essentially banish souls/malevolent entities to a little hell prison within the mind

- Therapist of your Dreams (literally)

- Her brother is a Goat Man. Her other brother Sees Your Ass. Her father is a Mountain Dilf. Her mother is the Queen of Nightmares /pos. Her birth mother is under house arrest for magic crimes against humanity /neg

- A lover of animals big and small. She obtains Several pets through the course of the story she’s featured in, including: a wolpertinger named Bun, the companion she’s had the longest; a tortoiseshell kitten reincarnation of an ancient guardian spirit, Coco, a fierce warlord in her own right; Wizard the Lizard (mentioned above); and, eventually, the quadruplet offspring of Coco named Mocha, Latte, Chino, and Coco Jr.

- The god of time and fate within the story’s universe is somewhat scared of her

- Accidentally possessed herself twice

- She go “eeeheeheee” when she excited

Aaand that’s about it! This is the First PropaganDawn post, but it certainly won’t be the last. Have fun~!

#mnfx dawn hughes #473 dawn hughes #cw swearing #oc #up next: Dawn’s playlist! …maybe

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waddlebouncefloof · 3 years

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Baby Shark AU

When XGaster prepares to move laboratories, he leaves Blank inside of Cross’s half full cage to encourage him to behave. The cage is knocked into the ocean and sinks to the depths, with Cross and Blank still inside

The vent that allowed the air for Blank to breathe now is letting the ocean water flood the cage. Blank holds their breath as long as they can, around 15 minutes, before they start to drown. Cross, bound and gagged, is completely helpless and is forced to watch his little sibling slowly struggle and suffer for the next few minutes. Just before they die, their mage abilities manifest early, turning them into a Thresher shark pup.

They spend the next few days trapped together in that cage, in the cold dark abyss before they are rescued by Ink and Error.

Cross takes Blank up to the surface to breathe. They struggle against shifting back but finally do so, as the stress of the transformation is too much for them.

They spend the next couple of months together, with Blank in shark form following and feeding off of fish, Neither want to be separated after everything that happened.

Cross eventually encounters Dream sunbathing and they start to bond. Dream is curious why a shark pup is following a mer but thinks they’re cute. As time passes Cross and Blank are eventually brought in to meet the shiver. Upon realising it’s a group of sharks, Cross tells Blank not to show their seal form in front of them, just in case.

Eventually the shiver is curious about Blank vanishing towards the surface every other day and send Killer to follow them, learning that they are actually a Selkie.

Upon confrontation Cross opens up more about their past and the shiver all express support for Blank.

Notes Blank shares Cross’s fear of the dark and tight spaces in this AU

Blank also develops a fear of drowning and for a long time is resistant to their seal form. Feeling to vulnerable and scared to do so.

At one point the shiver hunted a seal but both Cross and Blank got rather upset. They didn’t know why till later, but it reinforced Blanks refusal to stick to their true form.

As Blank shifted before they even learnt to walk in their legged form, most of their skin shifts are of the full animal rather than a mer.

Both Blank and Cross have intense separation anxiety.

A storm sweeps Blank away, they are eventually found by Blue and Geno (having had their leviathan mates meet recently to clear up Blue’s accidental trespassing)

While Ink and Error teach them a little about shapeshifting, Blank and Geno bond. Blank admires Geno’s strong seal form and eventually learns to accept their seal form and feel more comfortable in their own skin.

Eventual happy reunion with Blank returning to the shiver, more confident and independent than before.

#leviathantale #little selkie #Little Selkie AU #Baby Shark AU #Blank #Cross #Selkie #Xtale #Also affectionately dubbed the Trauma AU #Mod Chap

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animeomegas · 2 years

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So alphas and omegas can go feral for a multitude of reasons. How does going feral work in your au? I know some people's aus have different levels of feral (such as bedroom feral and you hurt my family so now I hurt you feral) and some people have unique traits, sounds, or scents for both omegas and alphas when feral (alphas roar or growl and omegas screech or snarl or something idk) (I've asked a few questions already so I'm going to dub myself the 🐍 anon if no one has taken that already)

(I don't think that anon is taken?? I hope not anyway! Welcome 🐍 anon!)

In my AU, going feral is a survival instinct, so it's not something that is used in sex. People in universe occasionally use it as dirty talk in that way, but it's not for that technically.

There are two types!

Basically, if an alpha or omega is feeling like they are in serious danger/or someone they love is, their instincts kick in and they go feral. This is type one.

In type one, the person in question is far more ruthless, faster, less coherent, and almost bloodthirsty. They are dangerous against the perceived threat and will not stop until the threat is removed one way or another.

It takes a while for them to calm down afterwards.

In type 2, the alpha or omega in question has gone feral to protect themselves mentally. If they're really struggling (they're in a really difficult heat or rut and not in a good way, they've been seriously hurt and are too tired for feral one, they are dealing with trauma that is too painful) they become feral in a way that succumbs to their instincts but not just the aggressive ones. They are at the mercy of every and all instincts. They are usually nonverbal, but communicate with growls/whines/etc., they are aggressive against perceived threats, yes, but they are also likely to hide behind perceived protectors if possible. They are normally more affectionate and protective over loved ones, and are likely to be extremely uncomfortable in the presence of strangers.

Basically, every instinct they have, they are at the mercy of it. It is also very clear in either stage from a person's scent that they are feral.

Hopefully that kinda explains it?? Feel free to ask for further clarification or ask any other questions you may have! <3

#world building #asks #a/b/o #omegaverse

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angelicamerlinbarnes · 3 years

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I just really think Remus Lupin is a ballerina okay AU

Remus Lupin has been doing ballet since he was four. He was exuberant and flashy at first, but after his first teacher, Greyback, molested and abused him, he is quiet and reserved. He prefers to dance by himself and does not speak to anyone inside or outside of the class. He wears pink material and is the best dancer in the school, but everyone is more terrified of him than they are jealous. He has sad eyes and soft hair, but prominent scars (both self-inflicted and from Greyback and accidents) cover his freckled skin. He’s a mystery, but no one wants to solve him.

He lives with his roommate and only friend, Severus Snape, who is a writer. He spins out films and novels and poems by the hundreds, especially inspired by the rain. Remus and Severus will often spend rainy days together in their apartment, with Severus typing furiously and scribbling while Remus dances to Hozier and Lana Del Rey off to the side. Sometimes when Remus will have nightmares, Severus will hold him and sing Russian lullabies until he falls asleep. Severus smokes lazily and wears subdued flower and gothic dresses that show off his jutting hips and collar bones. Having escaped an abusive father and a dead mother, he and Remus bond over their shit parents, with Remus’ father being neglectful and his mother kind but catatonic. Their neighbors think they’re witches, but they’re alright with that.

They both have to work to pay the bills, so while Severus works with preschoolers, Remus works as an assistant for a terrifying professor named Grindelwald at the university. He’s a reformed felon who’s always glowering, and there are rumors he’s Dumbledore’s husband, who is Remus’ mysterious ballet teacher with the twinkling eyes. But no one has the guts to ask him - it’s unknown what he was locked up for, and nobody wants to risk that it was irrational homicide. He mostly ignores Remus though, and doesn’t mind if Remus reads or dances while he works, so Remus doesn’t think he’s too bad.

One day Remus is grading some papers for Grindelwald when Lily Evans walks in, a vision in a white floral lace flowing vest and an across-the-shoulders dark blue dress, a brown belt around her waist and matching ankle boots coming up over creme knee-high knit socks, a black hat on her head. There’s a camera around her neck and her smile is beautiful, surrounded by her freckles, and she and Remus hit it off immediately. She asks if he can spare some time to be her model for the day, and he agrees. They’re hanging out in the park and laughing when Severus walks over, having finished work. The moment he and Lily lay eyes on each other, something happens, something magical, and Remus can see it in both of their smiles as they exchange shy hellos.

Lily starts to hang around them, her and Severus teetering on the edge of something. Remus nudges Severus until he’s brave enough to ask her out, and their first date is in the park where they met, sitting on a bench in the rain and watching the birds. Remus is pretty sure they’re gonna get married one day.

To keep himself busy while his two friends fall in love, Remus escapes to the dance school, dancing alone to Lana Del Rey in an empty room when the door creaks open and he hears, “Wow.” He turns around and smiles, taking in the sight of James Potter, an old school friend who left for Julliard and he hasn’t seen in years. James laughs, pulling him into a hug, and Remus lets him, tangling his hands in James’ curls and grinning when James presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. James tells him he’s been enjoying a gap year before going to search for a job as a back-up dancer for Taylor Swift, to which Remus giggles and tells him he’ll be great. James beams, and pulls Remus along, saying he has to meet James’ best friend-partner-person. Remus agrees, and changes back into his flowing white dress decorated in bees and black flats, tucking spruce leaves in his hair before taking James’ hand and following him out.

At James’ apartment, he calls out, “Babe! I’m home!” Remus watches as Sirius Black comes skidding down the hall, dazzling in a sparkling black croptop with gold touches and a raggedy sheer maroon skirt that falls just above his spiky combat boots. With white and gold dahlias in his hair, he’s the most beautiful thing Remus has ever seen, and he stares as James pecks Sirius on the mouth, coming away with dark red lipstick stains. When Sirius looks up at Remus, his eyes twinkling, and Remus reaches out a hesitant hand, which Sirius takes. “Hi,” he breathes, and Sirius laughs, loud and bright. He leans in and kisses Remus’ cheek. “Hello, beautiful,” he says sweetly, wrapping an arm around Remus’ waist. “James has told me all about you, love.” Remus blushes, unable to stop smiling even as Sirius pulls away at James’ indignant “Oi!” and doesn’t touch him again. Sirius is the love of his life - he doesn’t know how, but it’s something he just somehow knows, the feeling taking root in his chest and sprouting flowers.

Sirius, as it turns out, is James’ roommate and queerplatonic partner. He ran away from his abusive home and is taking commissions as an artist. Mostly he draws wolves, dogs, rats, deers, doves, snakes, and cats. He affectionately calls Remus Moony, insisting his scars look like something were bit him and his eyes are the fierce amber of a wolf’s. Sirius in turn is called Padfoot, for his doglike energy and loving nature, while James is dubbed Prongs for being a dumbass who continually forgets he’s too big to fit in small spaces and gets lost in the woods almost every weekend. Remus never wants to stop hanging out with them, and learns to spend hours shopping at the vintage shop where Sirius works, the two of them falling for each other fast while James reclaims them as his partners in love as in life. And Remus is so, so happy.

While he’s busy falling in love with Sirius, Lily has moved in with him and Severus. Remus doesn’t mind, and tells Severus he’s thinking of making a home with Sirius and James. Severus hugs him and tells him he’s proud of him, suggesting they hang out that day just the two of them, like old times. Remus agrees, and lets Severus take him to the cafe where Lily works. In the corner of the shop is Regulus Black, a boy drenched in hoodies and coats that Remus and Severus buy free food and drinks for. Regulus thanks them profusely, and they all make small talk until Remus makes a comment that Regulus looks like Remus’ boyfriend Sirius, to which Regulus starts crying, explaining that Sirius is his older brother and he’s been trying to find him for years but gave up looking when their shit parents died and Sirius was nowhere to be found at the funeral. Remus offers to take him home, and Severus kisses Remus on the forehead before heading off to find Lily.

On the way there, they stop at the bakery and accept some free cupcakes from Peter Pettigrew, who owns the bakery with his elusive partner. Regulus, as it turns out, is homeless, and has been trying to make it on his busking money alone. But while he’s fairly lovely at singing, it’s not enough to buy anything concrete. As they eat, Regulus also tells Remus about Amir Levis, a librarian who lets him stay at the library. Remus exclaims that he already knows Amir, who helps Remus remember his pills and doctor’s appointments and always has a spare wheelchair and some tea for him just in case. Regulus admits to having a crush on Amir, but he’s too scared to do anything about it. Remus assures him he and Sirius will help him with it, and just like that they’re on their way.

At home, Remus smiles softly at the sight of Sirius and James entwined on the couch and says, “Look who I found.” At the sight of Regulus, Sirius shoves James to the floor in his haste to stand up, taking Regulus’ face in his hands and searching his eyes for answers. “You got out?” He says, breathless. “Really? You’re alright?” Regulus smiles sheepishly. “Of course I did, Siri,” he whispers. “You think I was gonna let you have all the fun?” Sirius tears up and tugs him close, rocking back and forth as the two of them mumble apologies and love confessions into each other’s necks and shoulders and hair. Remus gravitates towards James, kissing him with a smile before pulling him out of the apartment, saying they should leave the brothers alone.

Remus takes the opportunity to introduce James to Severus and Lily, who are immediately taken with him. They offer to watch him for the afternoon while Remus goes to therapy with Maxwell Needles, a counselor with magenta hair who talks to Remus about life, his accident, his trauma, Greyback, his suicidal tendencies, anxiety, PTSD, and depression. Remus also takes the chance to pick up Sirius and James’ ADHD medication, Peter’s OCD prescription, Lily’s bipolar medication, Severus’ schizophrenia suppressors, and a few books on autism (for Severus), Tourette’s (for Lily), and eating disorders (for James and, Remus suspects somehow, Regulus). Max is delighted to see him with so many friends, and says they’ll bring Peter over sometime for dinner. Though he’s not sure where that would happen since he’s torn between two homes right now, Remus agrees with a smile and bids the skater kid in the checkered jeans goodbye.

Back at school, Remus spends his afternoons in conversation with Mcgonogall, the waltz teacher who takes care of him. She’d adopted him when his parents died and he tries to stick around, asking advice about Sirius and James and whether moving in with them is a good idea. Mcgonogall says she thinks it is, and that she knows Sirius is a kind young man. As it is, he calls her Minnie, and knows her as a friend and a grandmother of sorts, since she helped him when he first ran away to James’ house. Remus is content with continuing the conversation but is interrupted by a phone call telling him Sirius, James, and Regulus have been jailed for a fist fight on the street.

Remus goes to pick them up, where he meets Bellatrix Lestrange, an abusive cousin of Sirius and Regulus who took particular joy out of torturing Sirius, who she almost killed once. She’s also been known to abuse children, especially those of the poor. Also in jail are Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, a couple married only in spirit who keep having miscarriages and take their abusive anger out on each other and strangers. Their landlord, Voldemort, had demanded unconventional payments and they’d been essentially enslaved to him for years, only escaping his cultist grasp by means of murder, which is why they’re here now.

Remus sees James holding Regulus close and whispering to him as he kisses the cuts and bruises on his face in the corner of the cell, but says nothing about it, kissing Sirius hello. The four of them go home together, and as soon as Regulus is asleep Remus tells James and Sirius that he wants to make a home with them someday, just not right now. They laugh and smile and tell him they’re ready when he is and that they love him, and Remus thinks, Things are good.

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cowboy-anon · 3 years

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Welcome to the Apple-Verse

Meet the Apple-sonas! (16 and counting!)

In the event that you have no idea what I’m talking about, long story short, we started talking about Apple the Whumpee AUs. Thus Banana and Orange were born! And then we got to talking and we got to Tree! And then Lettuce! And then Radish. And Wine. And-- look, just check out below to learn about them all lol.

CW: Alcohol/alcoholic, blood, implied dissociation, degrading language, DUB-CON mention, emotional manipulation, exhaustion, fire, flaying (skinning) mention, inadvertent manslaughter, institutionalized slavery, low self esteem, kinda masochist whumpee, minor whumpee (not anymore but was), neglect, NON-CON mention, parental death mention, pet whump, poor self care, self harm, Stockholm Syndrome, torture mention, “would rather die” than do something

-> Dub-con and Non-con mentions apply to Wine and his universe’s Benji. Briefly mentioned and not at all in depth, but please proceed with caution. (Second-to-last Apple-sona on the list.)

OG Apple

Sweet boy Apple who can do no wrong. Lovely green hair, is obsessed with Clay, who hates him. Master of persuading himself Clay’s neglect is for good reason. Would die before admitting otherwise.

Banana

Yellow haired Apple, has a little bit of common sense in the form of a voice in the back of his head telling him he deserves better. Very often ignores said voice, is widely considered the weakest of all the Apples. On the plus side, Clay likes Banana more than Apple’s Clay likes him.

Orange

Orange haired Apple, so blind to the neglect he doesn’t even have to rework it in his head to justify the action. It just is. Orange’s Benji very much worries for him.

Tree

Apple the gentle giant. Still very much obsessed with Clay but terrified of him too. Also obsessed with Marvel movies. Loves saying “I am Groot” jokingly but absolutely introduces himself as “I am Tree.” Lowkey annoys the bejesus out of his Benji.

Lettuce

The Apple of Health Nut Clay. Is forced to exercise to near exhaustion and does so happily. Is secretly jealous of Benji, who is dissected for being the “near perfect” human pet. Self harms in the form of skinning.

Radish

Apple with reddish-pink hair, was actually chosen as a stress reliever by and for Clay. It’s not so much neglect as straight up torture. Almost always covered in blood, terrifies the Benji in that AU and is used to scare them straight.

Watermelon

Apple with split hair dye, half reddish-pink, half green, with an entirely black wardrobe. Cares very little about what his Clay thinks of him. The same goes for his punishments. Is very attached to his Benji though.

Coconut

Apple with iridescent hair. Considered the prettiest of the Apple-sonas, his Clay practically worships him. He’s punished sensibly and made “pretty,” and Coconut kind of likes it. Resident misunderstood Apple-sona.

Pomegranate

Apple with pink hair. Spontaneous and horrible at planning. Tries to please his Clay with a combination of gut feeling and a lack of common sense. Very often misreads the room and ends up infuriating his Clay more than anything else.

Cow

Apple with cow print hair. Yes, I am aware he’s not named after a plant lol. Not as infatuated with his Clay as the rest of the Apple-sonas. Has a bull-like temper but is very easygoing otherwise and has a soft spot for outsider Apple-sonas. Has a gold septum piercing and ear tag (like a cow) and is the best of all the Apple-sonas at applying hair dye.

Dragon Fruit

Apple with reddish-pink hair and plenty of light blond highlights. A pyromancer who lost his parents in a fire of his own creation. Hates his powers and hides them from Jimmy, who is trying to help him through his internalized traumas. Very much wants to help others but is afraid of hurting them.

Cactus Pear

Apple with dark magenta hair. Known for his prickly and standoffish nature. Is very affectionate towards his Clay, who treats him very well but also emotionally manipulates him into believing he’s the only one who’ll ever love him. Incredibly dependent on Clay but also very lonely. A hopeless romantic.

Elppa

Apple with bright red hair. Also lived the opposite of Apple’s life. The salesman saved him, Clay cared for him, and Jimmy is the one who kidnaps and tortures him. Doesn’t understand the other Apple-sonas’ hatred towards their Clays. Dislikes most of them greatly because of it.

Fig

Apple with long, purple to pink ombre hair. Selectively mute and has a very pronounced slouch from his four years with the salesman. Was then sold to Clay and preened. Began speaking again. However, he was only cleaned up to be sold again. In Jimmy’s care, began to regress. Still exhibits muteness. Winner of the ‘Saddest Apple-sona Prize.’

Peach “Star Fruit”

Apple with peach hair. Very similar to OG Apple but has an extreme passion for astrology. Very quiet, shy, and self conscious about said passion. However, after gushing about it, he earns himself the nickname “Star Fruit“ amongst the Apple-sonas.

Cherimoya

Apple with natural hair. *gasp* Was born into the system, trained and groomed and kept unmarked and adorable so that when their owner finally got a hold of them, they’d be lovely to break. Jimmy “saved” them before that. Now they live with Jimmy, naive and with no real understanding of how the world works. Very much only wants to please their Jimmy despite Jimmy’s best efforts to show them they’re human, not a pet.

Wine

Apple with dark red hair, the Apple of Alcoholic Clay. Alcoholic Clay regularly is intimate with Benji, who is usually unresponsive, so when he is especially tipsy, he goes to Wine, who actually very much enjoys their time together because Stockholm Syndrome. Afterwards, however, Clay always gripes about how disgusting Wine is, leaving Wine very confused but also very much in love.

Bonus - Dirt

Pet Clay AU. An outcast like Coconut. Is a frightened and skittish whumpee and very obedient. So beat up and ruined that the other Apple-sonas barely recognize him.

Headcanons by the Official Apple Party Headcanoner

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Apple-sona Art!

All the Apple-sonas to Date! / Star Fruit (x) / Cow (x) (x) / Lychee (x) /

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spectralscathath · 4 years

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Thank you kindly for asking, @misstankandspank . I’m sorry this didn’t work as an ask, I hope a text post can suffice.

Okay so originally it started as a joke that Ruby is a Scorpio (cause she’s the only canon birthday currently known), and that Tyrian’s also probably a Scorpio for the craic, and then it kinda devolved from there and there’s kind of a fic in the works sooo stay tuned for that at some point I guess.

The basic premise is that Ruby is a scorpion faunus, with a stinger tail as her faunus trait, along with eyes that flash purple when emotional/ready to sting.

She’s still Summer’s daughter in this AU, still grew up with Yang as her sister and Taiyang as her dad who raised her and her uncle Qrow who taught her how to fight. She usually hides her tail under her combat skirt, avoiding faunus discrimination and also because she has a fair few hang-ups about it.

When Beacon falls and she travels to Mistral, the attack from Tyrian is a jarring blow to her sense of identity, already kind of unstable due to a lot of it being hung up on the ghost of her dead mom. While she’s able to hide her tail from Tyrian, it still leaves her shaken. She’s not stupid. She has questions.

Unfortunately, Qrow doesn’t have many answers. Tyrian was a Summer secret TM. (I will not confirm nor deny Summer banging the scorpion)

It’s in Atlas where everything goes wrong, at Robyn’s rally. Ruby’s tail is knocked loose in the panic of the rally, and Tyrian can see in the dark just as well as her, and he’s also Very Not Stupid.

All I can say is chaos ensues. Tyrian, once he finds out that not only does he have a little scorpling, the little scorpling in question is the silver-eyed girl who took his stinger, is absolutely elated, much to literally everyone’s horror. It’s basically gonna go down as Darth Callows vs Ruby Skywalker.

A few extra worldbuilding notes on what I’ve affectionately dubbed the ‘Scorruby AU’ for shorthand - stings from Tyrian and Ruby’s tails leave scars that are always bright purple and never fade. Yang has a scar on her back from a childhood argument between sisters, Taiyang has a similar scar down his forearm from when babby Ruby accidentally scratched him with her tail. Qrow managed to avoid a scar from Ruby, how lucky for him Tyrian remedied that. - Silver Eyes are activated by trauma and at first run on negativity, before they can be trained and focused to be more reliable. They work by overloading grimm with negativity to the point of death/being turned to stone, and also take a serious drain on the user, generally causing extreme exhaustion until they’re mastered. - Ruby’s been able to get away without her eyes flashing to purple thanks to Yang’s semblance having a visual cue in the form of red eyes. Most people buy it as a sisterly trait.

#rwby #ruby rose #tyrian callows #qrow branwen #scorruby AU #misstankandspank #I'm so sorry if this doesn't @ you I'm just bad at tumblring #I drew Qrow so he gets tagged thems the breaks #he's Qrowbi-wan Kenobi #sketches #asks #ruby #strq #wtch

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electrozeistyking · 3 years

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The Four Paths of Zib

So here's something I definitely wanted to talk about my AUs featuring Zib. Those AUs: The Zimvoid King, Doctor One, the Zeisty-Verse and even that "Big Book of WHAT IF Scenarios" is an AU (that last one I've affectionately dubbed as the Scenario Timeline AU).

All four of them are same up to a point. The Zimvoid Incident definitely happened, but once Issue 49 ended, these four AUs branched off and stopped being the same.

I like to call them Alternate Paths. Basically, what happens to Zib in the Zimvoid after Issue 49 affects what happens to him in the rest of the AU.

In "King of a Barren World", the first installment to the Zimvoid King AU (and I'm wondering why no one was talking about this), Zib actually tries to kill himself by yeeting himself off his tower. What he only manages to do is break every bone in his face, which means killing Zib? Would be hard to do.

In the next installment, "A King's Second Chance", Dib returns for Zib... four years later after the Zimvoid Incident. Zib is malnourished and frankly? Still a little bitter about the whole thing.

(can we also talk about the fact pak!zim only is featured in THIS au? none of the other aus... just this one. what does it mean, i wonder...)

The Scenarios Timeline: In "Return of the Cockroach", it's mentioned that Dib is returning for Zib SIX MONTHS after the Zimvoid Incident, not four years. Zib earns a decent life in this one. (he's also getting married in here like... that's gonna be scary to write. we already have a wedding fic with zib in it, have you SEEN how that one goes?)

Doctor One: Dib never returns for Zib. Zib is left to escape his timeline himself. This is also the Path where Zib has no clue if he's even in our Dib's universe or not, so that probably means he ended up in space first without being on Earth. His life is also pretty crappy due to refusing to deal with his trauma and pain, so he's... yeah, he's a mess.

Lastly, Zeisty-Verse. I know I haven't talked about this AU a lot, mainly because I was kinda hoping someone would drop an ask about it, but no one ever did. While it has my name in it, the Zeisty-Verse has nothing to do with me directly. This is the Path where Zib probably earns the best life he can have, although he's assumed the lazy position (no worries, no weight over having to save Earth on his shoulders... the kiddo's free). He's chill, laidback, and is all around having a better life than he does in the other Paths.

But this is the Path where Zib hates snow and winter (unlike the other Paths, where Zib is utterly amazed and in love with snow), so... yeah.

that's all i had to say, have a good day everyone-

#doctor one #zeisty-verse #iz zeisty-verse #Zeisty's Big Book of WHAT IF Scenarios #The Scenarios Timeline #Zimvoid King ARC #Zeisty King's Brain Vomits #zeisty's being stupid again #zib #HI EVERYONE IT'S BRAIN TIME

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firesign23 · 4 years

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fic writer asks: 45, 41, 50?

41) What’s you favourite minor character you’ve written?

Look, I really, really have a soft spot for “Isolated character has a childhood friend who knew them pre-defining trauma, has a similar competence, and supports said isolated character without tolerating their bullshit.” If the character doesn’t exist, I create them, but the Rise of Addam Marbrand for this role in the JB fandom gives me life. I haven’t written him much yet–he’s been off-screen but becomes plot-relevant in yonder, and in a few ficlets in what I’m affectionately dubbing The Worst Timeline–but he has semi-large roles in at least two of my (eventually) upcoming fic, as Brienne’s captain in the modern AU where she’s a police officer and Jaime’s caught in a bank robbery (and I had Actual Canon Reasons for this decision rather than just wanting to), and as the Charles Musgrove type character in the Persuasion AU. I’m stoked.

45) What spurs you on during the writing process?

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Okay, that’s probably an oversimplification. Spite can be a big motivator--spite towards the canon, sometimes, but more often there’s a lot of spite towards culural narratives or ideas that I find chafing. And sometimes spite towards some Fandom Hot Takes™ that I don’t have time for.

It’s not the only motivation though--a lot of my writing is also driven by a love of the characters and wanting to celebrate what they mean, even if it doesn’t seem like a celebration on the surface. I love the collaborative discussions that writing can produce. Selfishly, I love the comments. I love, love, love that rush of puzzling over a narrative problem--how do I portray X?, why isn’t Y working?, etc--and then having it slot into place; it’s a perfect blend of logic and creativity that feeds my soul.

And sometimes I have no motivation and message people with my plans to orphan my WIPs, fake my death, and enter witness protection. Today has been one of those days.

50) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

I’m an all things in moderation person, but… right, presuming this is “Angst with a positive or at least hopeful payoff”, then angst 100%. I love writing angst. But I don’t enjoy writing unrelenting misery with no catharsis, which kind of feels like what the question is asking. I like fluff with a little bite, to the point I’ve definitely had people tell me that it doesn’t really count as fluff as such, so I’m not sure I could write fluff. I think the angst and fluff are sides of the same coin, really–my most formative influence as a reader and a writer has been Terry Pratchett for years, because he so often captures that thing I love that life can be terrible, people can be bastards, but we can and should choose to be better all the time. Endless angst wallows too much in the former, while fluffiest fluff ignores it too much and therefore misses that doing better is a choice.

Smut can go fuck itself.

(Jokes aside, have a lot of admiration for people who can write good smut. Mine is… I can write good scenes that involve sex, because that level of vulnerability makes for some great emotions, but I cannot claim it’s good smut.)

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