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Would you stab someone?
AU crossover gang answering the question Would you stab someone?
It was so fun trying to come up with the designs for the different AUs minus Radio Guard
Tagging @alastorsrchivesforthehotel & @hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog
Small details I'd like to point out bc nobody else will know otherwise:
Swap Alastor does have a coat, but he prefers wearing his shirt and vest most of the time
Domestic AU's outfits were based on marching band uniforms
Secretly Married AU basically swapped outfit styles
Secretly Married have their wedding rings hidden in their bowties
CATCF Vox's clothes are the costume for Willy Wonka
Radio Guard Alastor & Swap Vox are the only ones with visible eye bags
Swap Vox is the only Vox with no hat
#hazbin hotel#alastor#vox#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin hotel vox#ace's art#ace's art: hazbin hotel#au crossovers#dadstaticradio au#domestic au#swap au#radio guard au#catcf au#secretlymarried au#staticlovetune#staticradio#radiostatic
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Swap!Vox: [smiling at his phone, notices the others staring at him] What?
Radio Guard!Vox: What are you smiling at?
Swap!Vox: Oh, Rosie sent me a picture of her new tea set. She wants me and Al to come over for some tea later.
Dadstaticradio!Vox: Do you think I could tag along? I love Rosie's tea.
Secretly Married!Vox: Wait. You guys are on good terms with your Rosie?
Dadstaticradio!Vox: Why wouldn't we be?
Swap!Vox: …wait a minute, are you guys not on good terms with her?
Other Voxes: [awkward silence]
This is what I thought of when I read that
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Canon Vox drags himself to an empty room. There are several empty rooms in this place.
This one is just the one that has the least light in it. Vox needs the shadows right now. He doesn't want to be seen. He wants to disappear. He wants to be forgotten. He…wants to say sorry to Radio Guard Vox. What he said wasn't great at all. How could he do that? How could he suggest that his other self purposefully leave his Alastor to die, and say that he'd deserve it?
Vox curls up in the fetal position and puts himself into sleep mode. He lets his thoughts run free as he stays there waiting to snap back to reality or for someone to come and find him, whichever comes first.
He doesn't know how long he stays there, but his limbs start to lock up and the fuzziness in his head grows stronger. He closes his eyes. Thoughts of his other selves are crystal clear in his mind. He remembers the smiles they had, the adoration in their eyes, and the genuine care for their Alastors.
Those memories are nice. They're a good distraction. Distraction enough that Vox nearly misses how inside the room, the static starts to rise at an alarming rate. He doesn't notice at first but after several minutes something shifts.
The presence of it is obvious to anyone, even if they aren't attuned to radio waves.
The static in the room is enough that it messes with Vox's own signal. Another signal enters the room. It's a bright red, and forcefully knocks against his.
Something in the signal compels him to snap out of his trance.
Vox freezes as the radio waves surround him ominously. He opens his eyes and is greeted with a pair of red-tipped boots with gold accents. He follows the boots up to see a red and black uniform adorned with white and gold. Eventually, he reaches the figure's face.
Oh no.
Radio Guard Alastor stands in front of him, his smile wide. It is not a friendly smile. The sparse amount of light in the room manages to catch on his teeth and make them shine dangerously. The shadows in the room flit towards this Alastor as he observes Vox. He grips his microphone tight and taps it slowly against the palm of his other hand.
Vox flinches back as Radio Guard Alastor leans down to look him in the eye.
"What," he snarls, "did you say to my Vox?"
Radio Guard Vox looks around the break room.
All the other couples are busy talking with each other and mingling.
His gaze slides over to Canon Alastor, who sits near the corner, warily eying anyone who comes too close to him.
Vox wonders where his own Canon version is.
Since running off after attacking him, Vox hasn't heard from the other for hours now.
He spoke to his own Alastor after running away and crying his eyes out, sobbing about how much he hated his Canon and that he wished he could just shut off permanently sometimes. He didn't say anything about what Canon told him, feeling like it was important to keep it between himself and his other versions.
Alastor had said nothing during his breakdown, instead hugging him tightly in response before leaving him with the others and walking off to do something.
Vox hopes he isn't getting into any trouble. They really can't afford that right now.
He sighs and starts to stand up. He might as well get some food and try to talk to one of the others. He starts to approach Swap—
All of the Alastors freeze. They stop in the middle of talking, moving, doing whatever they're doing. All of them except for Canon Alastor, who simply freezes and averts his eyes from looking at any of them.
It's silent in the room.
The Alastors slowly turn their heads in one direction: the far wall. Simultaneously, they hold out an arm, as if to protect their partners. They all seem nervous. Almost like they sense something that will put them all in danger. The shadows in the room dance to and fro, and the oppressive feeling of static makes itself known.
Vox blinks. This…this isn't normal.
Something is wrong.
An eruption of static reaches everyone the next second, and all copies of Alastor move.
Vox gets tugged to the side by a stray tentacle just as the wall explodes.
Canon Vox has no time to scream as Radio Guard Alastor snags him by the collar and flings him through a wall.
Pain. All he can register is pain, and the feeling of something inside him snapping.
Other radio signals in the room tell him that he's ended up in the break room with the others.
He scrambles to haul himself into a kneeling position and looks up to see everyone else except his own Alastor looking at him with worry.
Another explosion rocks the area and sends everybody tripping to the ground. A cloud of dust rises, obscuring everything. Vox ducks his head to avoid the chance of his screen being hit.
It's quiet except for the noise of footsteps making their way towards the room.
Vox trembles.
No. No, please. I'm sorry.
Radio Guard Alastor emerges from the cloud of dust. His expression is slack, unsmiling, and utterly blank except for the rage in his eyes.
There is nothing but pure rage emanating from him.
His gaze lands on Canon Vox, who's pushing himself up with one arm. He doesn't see how Radio Guard's upper lip curls back as he snarls.
The other Alastors, sans Canon, follow his line of sight and blanch as they come to the same conclusion.
Radio Guard Alastor lunges forward towards Canon Vox, the air whistling behind him as he moves at full speed, and the other Alastors follow.
Swap reaches Vox first and teleports the both of them away a split second before Radio Guard appears where they were and slams a magic-enhanced fist into the ground, causing an earthquake and leaving a sizable crater.
Swap emerges from Radio Guard Vox's shadow, his arms tight around Canon Vox as they're flung out of the in-between and sent rolling on the ground. It seems this Alastor isn't as accustomed to quick shadow travel as his Alastor is. Swap Alastor pushes Canon Vox towards him with a look of desperation. “Keep him safe!” Swap Alastor pleads, before he turns back and rejoins the others.
Radio Guard Vox wastes no time and drags his Canon self behind an overturned table before peeking out to watch the fight against Radio Guard Alastor.
Secretly Married leaps forward to try and snag him in a chokehold but Radio Guard tilts his head and grabs his arm just as it flies past his ear and throws him over his shoulder. Secretly Married cries out as he's slammed down on the ground and the breath is knocked out of him. Dadstaticradio dashes in using his staff to try and bludgeon Radio Guard, who merely dodges backward with each swing. He barely even looks at the other.
Undeterred, Dadstaticradio manifests tentacles on the ground, hoping to trip up his opponent.
Radio Guard side steps each appendage and clamps his hands onto Dadstaticradio’s wrist as he flings him to the side, earning a cry of pain from the other. Swap moves in swiftly, trying to distract Radio Guard as Secretly Married leaps with his arms outstretched to grab his neck. Radio Guard dodges them both and flies up into the air before dropping down feet first towards the two of them. They rush out of the way, and Secretly Married springs away again as Radio Guard moves towards him, claws outstretched.
Secretly Married ducks and uses Radio Guard's momentum to grab his arm and fling him into the wall.
He goes down.
Canon Alastor appears on top of him first, grabbing his hair and slamming his face into the ground as he kneels on his back. Immediately, the other three Alastors rush to pin his limbs down before he can throw Canon off.
It's futile.
Radio Guard lets out a screech and flings them all off with one move.
The four Alastors hit the ground at various angles, and Radio Guard snaps his head around to glare at them as they cry out in pain. He takes one step towards Swap, who stares up at him fearfully, but a blast of bright blue electricity to his head makes him pause and turn to find who dared attack him.
Swap Vox is standing, gauntlets aimed at Radio Guard Alastor. He charges up another blast and glares at the alternate version of his boyfriend. “Step. Away. From him.”
Radio Guard Alastor visibly hesitates, obviously conflicted at the thought of attacking another Vox who isn't Canon. His split-second pause costs him.
Secretly Married and Dadstaticradio Vox take the chance to wrap cables and wires around him in quick succession and wrench him to his knees. Swap Vox fires another shot at Radio Guard Alastor again, hitting his head as Radio Guard yanks at the cables. Radio Guard Alastor bares his teeth furiously and covers himself with shadows before melting away.
It's quiet in the room.
The shadows twist and explode outward, pulling the Voxes in before throwing them back outwards towards their partners. The darkness convulses and forms a shape, but instead of Radio Guard standing there in his normal form, it's his demon form: a hulking figure, with skin being stretched over elongated limbs to the point of splitting open and revealing bones underneath. The glowing stitches that run over his body strain with the force of holding his flesh together. His eyes shine blood red as his pupils turn to radio dials and flick back and forth inside a white deer skull that replaces his head. His bones crack as his legs morph into proper deer legs, and his rack grows into a pair of antlers with sharpened tips. Shadowy tendrils curl around him like an old friend as he stands up to his full height. His lips curl back, revealing a set of sharp teeth.
The snarl that Radio Guard Alastor lets out has an undercurrent of broken radio noises and shrieking sirens.
He sets his sights on Canon Vox and charges.
Everybody moves in quick succession.
The other Alastors—except for Canon—shift too and try to hold him back.
The other Voxes loop wires around him and send thousands of amps of current.
It's all in vain.
Radio Guard Alastor shrugs off every attack like it's nothing. He ducks under every swing and tosses each new fighter off without breaking a sweat. He grabs each tentacle and cable trying to ensnare him and flings them all aside. Eventually, he knocks every last demon into the walls before he shrieks loudly and bats away the table hiding Canon Vox. He lunges and catches Canon with his antlers and throws him into the middle of the room, deftly avoiding hitting any part of Radio Guard Vox.
Radio Guard Alastor rushes towards his target.
Canon Alastor meets him in the middle with one last desperate attempt to hold him off. His claws against his Radio Guard's antlers as the two grapple for dominance. Canon summons a mass of tentacles that spring out from the ground as they capture the other deer's legs in a vice grip.
Radio Guard stares up at him, before his mouth curves into a smile. He laughs amusedly, “I'll be borrowing these, thanks.”
Canon Alastor's tentacles shake before they start to loosen from Radio Guard's legs and shoot towards Canon instead. They rip Canon away from Radio Guard and pin him against the wall, several feet off the ground. Canon Alastor cries out as they dig into his flesh and wrap around his throat. Canon Vox watches the scene with a heavy heart before slowly turning and looking up once again to meet the stare of a different Alastor with no reservations about mercy and only one goal in mind. Everybody else is too far away and too battered up to move quickly enough to help him.
He's done for.
Vox takes a deep breath and accepts his fate.
Radio Guard Alastor moves one step forward. Then another. And finally—
“Wait!” Radio Guard Vox rushes in between the two, shocking his Alastor out of his blind rage. “Alastor, wait! Please!”
Radio Guard Alastor snorts furiously, his gaze darting between the two Voxes.
“Alastor, I'm begging you. Don't kill him,” Radio Guard Vox pleads.
His Alastor rears his head back, confused. “Vox? You—”
“Alastor, please.”
Vox watches as his alternate self stares down the angry deer demon.
Things are still for a while, but then, slowly, Radio Guard Alastor starts the shift back to his normal form. He looks no worse for wear if one ignores his singed hair and ruffled clothes.
The static in the room recedes, and so do any stray tentacles. Canon Alastor drops to the ground, gasping for air.
Someone rushes to help him up.
Radio Guard Alastor shifts his gaze to Canon Vox.
“Please, Al, drop it,” Radio Guard Vox begs again.
Canon Vox flinches as Radio Guard Alastor looks away from him and says to his own Vox, “He hurt you. I can't let that slide.”
“I know, I know. He's an asshole. But I don't want you to be the final judgment for another world's version of me.”
Radio Guard Alastor hesitates. “Still…”
Canon Alastor takes that moment to step in. Despite the bruises decorating his neck and the blood dripping down his limbs, he remains his chipper self. “If I may? I'd like to be the one to deal with my Vox.”
Vox feels a flutter in his chest at his Alastor's words. He knows they don't mean anything coming from him, but he can't help it.
Radio Guard Alastor narrows his eyes and stares at his alternate with an indiscernible expression, looking for something.
Canon Alastor meets his glare head-on, though Vox notices how he tightens his grip on his microphone minutely. "I told you. This Vox is mine."
Radio Guard seems to find what he's looking for at that statement. He nods his head. “Alright. If that's what you want.” He then turns to face Canon Vox. “I’m not going to apologize to you. But I won't attack you anymore. Don't ever do what you did again. Remember that.”
Radio Guard Vox tugs on his arm and leads his Alastor away, shooting Canon Vox an apologetic look as they leave the room. The others gingerly pick themselves up and also exit the room to recuperate. Vox watches the couples hold on to each other and murmur words of concern and care as they leave. Finally, there is no one else left in the room except for him…and…
“Vox.”
Vox looks up at his Alastor, whose smile is wavering. He glances down and meets his gaze.
“Don't make me do that again,” Alastor says quietly, as he takes Vox’s hand and pulls him up. “I trust you know that you can't go around mouthing off to just anybody.”
Vox stares at both of their hands for a moment before looking up to meet his Alastor's gaze.
Alastor flashes him a sharp smile. “I don't like you, Vox. But I do know one thing: nobody else is allowed to do anything to you other than me. Do you know why?”
He chuckles and lifts their interlaced hands so they're in view.
Vox feels his heartbeat quicken.
“You're mine.”
Taglist: @hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog, @alastorsrchivesforthehotel
#hazbin hotel#au crossovers#Radio guard au#Dadstaticradio au#Swap AU#Secretlymarried au#staticradio#radiostatic#staticlovetune#fanfiction
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Thanks for the info!
I updated the fanfic to match what you wrote. I hope it does your vision justice!
- Fanfiction Anon
//EATS
WAS NOT EXPECTING YOU TO UPDATE BUT AAAAA
I LOVE IT
I know I already rebloged the fic before on here, but here is the link again if people wanna read it. Please do, it is amazing.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53657359
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Is it alright to make Au fusions that include Inverted fate? Or does that count as an alternate IF?
Hmm, my main preferences with mixing IF w/ other AUs is:
- No dust AUs
- No personality swap AUs
- No AUs that straightwash undyne or have ships like Fr*ns, F*ntcest, etc
- Preferably no geno-only AUs or AUs that apply binary/cis genders to the NB characters
But I obviously can't control what people do and these are more "these aren't things I'm keen on mixing with IF". A big thing, too, is that I feel like IF and AU combos is much, much harder to do well because IF is an AU that's more than a loose concept and design. Everything has a specific purpose in IF and if you tried to apply IF logic to another AU, you'd get something wholly removed from both the original AUs. Which is good! I'd much rather that than a lazy IF reskin.
Also, make it clear that it's unofficial, etc, etc.
Now, IF in crossovers, I am also fine with with a few caveats:
- Please, PLEASE read the comic and actually try to represent the AU accurately
- Don't use my AU just for angst fodder and kill everyone off to prop up some big bad edgy Sans or something
- Make it VERY clear that it is unofficial and noncanon
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levi looks kind of like this guy ⬆️ except the gray parts aren't really prominent/important he is just A Red Fox With White Spots
WHY ARE YOU ME??? I'M ME!
We feel like Scarlet would have some very significant hangups around other selkies of his species considering that in our particular setting selkies practically have to be produced va someone of that strain having kids and Scarlet, uhh. Does Not Want To Do That. Seeing other selkies that are Like Him makes him make that connection to the idea of him actually having to join a queen's harem, and he Hates That, and all
The idea of it wigs him out! The existence of other fox selkies Wigs Him The Hell Out! You shouldn't be able to be that HE"S that and he isn't having kids so being that should simply Not Happen! It's weird for him and he doesn't like it and he REALLY wishes that it was not happening to him right now. What the fuck alternate universe selkies. Stop That.
Scarlet has a form of leucism going on - he's a lot more low-pigment than, say, Marigold, but he still has some going on, if only so he doesn't get totally blinded by the sun. Closest thing we've found online is searching for "champagne pink" foxes - he was a fairly standard red fox for a while, just with them bigass ears, but he Got Better.
This is the same general thing that he has going on normally in our HCs - namely, he's fucking gutting pigment production because he has the Specific Flavor Of Neurosis that has him gutting systems of his own body in order to free up life force when under stressful situations, and then he just Doesn't Fix Them when he gets into situations when he's not under the immediate stress that caused him to gut that system to begin with, even if they long-term cause him to need to dedicate more life to Fixing The Issues They Cause than actually maintaining them on a regular basis would take. This is because he has problems.
(image of the general sort of color morph we mean ⬇)
#asks#bf aus#selkieverse#selkieverse scarlet#au crossovers#art#local man incapable of interacting normally with his own species of selkie bc he cant stop thinking about The Beloathed Concept Of Kids#this will not improve for him any time soon unfortunately. very tragic.#oh well theres other bugs#cordycepsbian#we were jumped by Shaky Hand Disease while drawing this. very tragic.#u can tell on levis eyes but tbh we've hit our limit of caring on it and it will not be improved
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French Fangs, and Cook Chloe: Hey Cook Chloe do you ever have a hard time making the food with Vampire Chloe...dietary needs?
"She... Doesn't really approach me regarding meals. She usually just "goes out to eat," if you know what I mean."
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•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•
It's not cringe anymore (it SHOULDN'T be cringe anymore), just do it. You're doing something you enjoy, who cares what anybody else says! So spread the words my fellow internet brethren.
Spread the Word :)
#fanfic#fanfiction#fanart#normalizefanartforfanfics#normalize fanart for fanfics#wattpad#archive of our own#ao3#fanfiction.net#quotev#crossover#crossovers#fandom#fandoms#readerinsert#reader insert#xreader#x reader#oc#oc's#au#alternate universe#podfic#pod fic#fic rec#fanart for fanfic#fanartforfanfic#fanart for others#fan fiction#fan fic writing
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source & source
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The Viewers
Danny and Tucker move in together for college in Gotham
Tucker decided to make tiktoks just for fun, he could teach people about technology and help give tips.
He didn't realize that his viewers could see Danny in the background in some clips.
Danny being Danny was never caught doing something normal instead it was always something weird.
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Tucker: "So you just switch this piece here-"
Danny in the background more than half his body in the fridge, the fridge is very noticeably growling
Tucker who is so used to it, it doesn't even register in his mind that it's not normal.
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Tucker fan-boying about the new Wayne tech
His viewers looking behind him at Danny
Danny running around fighting his food which is also growling & flying
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Tucker modifying his tech for the viewers
Danny's voice in the distance: "Bye Tuck, I need to go soup this guy real quick!"
Viewers: "Cannibalism?!"
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Tucker: "Ah yes a very normal video!"
His viewers watching Danny:
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Just an Idea
#dp x dc#danny phantom#dc x dp#dpxdc#batman#danny fenton#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp crossover#tucker foley#gotham#dp#dp au#dp x dc prompt#dc x dp prompt#story prompt#prompts#writing prompt
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"Okay." Danny slowly laid the already cold body back onto the table, ready to slide back it into the refuge of cold storage. "Okay. Dead guy. Stay there."
The body didn't move.
"Fantastic. Now. Hang out while I pour the embalming fluid into the pump, alright? It should only be a minute."
And it usually did; working in a funeral home wasn't extremely glamorous, but it paid the bills, and Danny had already been used to the rhyme and rhythm of negotiating death with the public by the time he sent in his mortuary school application. It had been a transition that made sense. And in the end, the degree had only cost him a few extra years post-graduation and a little dig into student loans, and now Danny had a stable 12-8 job and health insurance valid in the state of new jersey.
Today, though, the pump had that decided enough was enough. With a bang and a boom, the pump spat out a cloud of smoke and clunked uncomfortably.
The dead body sat up.
Danny scrambled over to push it back down. "No. We talked about this. Dead people don't move. If you want to stay here and have me put you back together all the time, you have to stay put. Got it?"
Whatever the weird gold-eye corpses were on in Gotham, they at least listened to him on occasion. They weren't ghosts, per se— they never pinged on any of the ghost detection devices Mom and Dad had packed in his going-away-to-college bag— but they were, despite being occasionally animate, perfectly deceased.
Weird. Danny had never gotten used to it. Still, they came in droves, too eager to sit on the top of the basement stairwell and lurk in the corners and stare endlessly at them with their weird, avian eyes, and sometimes they heralded the arrival similarly weird-ass bodies that had lost their heads or their arms or their limbs through the more conventional channels.
"I'm losing too much thread to all y'all coming in all the time," Danny complained to the dead body, who, at the moment, was the only person present to blame. "Stop getting your limbs cut off. This stuff is expensive, you know. It's a specialty order."
The body didn't even have the courtesy to blink. Rude.
"At least let them bury you this time. Every time one of you darts off when my back's turned, my boss thinks I'm stealing corpses. My coworkers think I'm building my own Frankenstein or something."
The corpse neither verbalized nor blinked, but Danny hadn't expected it to; with a sigh, he rolled the corpse back into cold storage, locked its little door (not that locking it in had ever stopped it) and called it quits for the night.
It's not like anyone was paying him for the extra hours anyway.
#I'm very pro Danny accidentally adopts a whole bunch of Talons#people have definitely done it before but this scene came to me in a vision#a horrible caffeinated vision#could absolutely be an excuse for#talon!dick#talons#dp x dc#faer fic#dpxdc#dcxdp#talon!au#dcu crossover#death tw#well. the funeral industry anyway#medical tw#just in case#corpse tw#¯\_(ツ)_/¯#free to a good home
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A scene from this fanfic where the other Alastors pin down Radio Guard Alastor to try and stop him from attacking Canon Vox
The Alastors from left to right, not including Radio Guard: Swap, Dadstaticradio, Canon, & Secretly Married
Tagging @alastorsrchivesforthehotel since the Radio Guard AU belongs to them and @hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog because most of the other AUs are on their blog
#dadstaticradio au#secretlymarried au#swap au#radio guard au#au crossovers#hazbin hotel#ace's art: hazbin hotel#ace's art
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Canon!Vox: *burying his face in his hands* So all of you…are with Alastor? *pointing to Dadstaticradio* You're raising a child with him. And not just any child, but Lucifer's daughter.
Dadstaticradio!Vox: Until Lucifer fixes their relationship she's our daughter for now.
Canon!Vox: *pointing to secretly married* You literally married him for decades. Secretly.
Secretly married Vox: Of course I did.
Canon!Vox: *to radio guard* You—
Radio Guard Vox: We're not together yet but we're patching things up right now. He stopped throwing sharp objects at me.
Canon!Vox: *pointing to swap* And you literally lost your overlord status because you fell in love with him and started the hotel!
Swap!Vox: Best decision of my life.
Canon!Vox: So in every other universe things are great! In every universe Alastor doesn't fucking hate me! Every universe except for mine!
When its put into perspective like this I really do feel bad for him a little bit
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TF2 x Steven Universe ⭐️
guess who’s bacc with another crossover au that nobody asked for 😎
pls dont ask me about lore/story/drawing fusions i have no idea i just wanted to draw the mercs as gems lol
but id love to hear ur ideas!
edit: if you ever wanna draw about this go ahead! just tag me :)
#my art#tf2#team fortress 2#fan art#lennylink#tf2 spy#tf2 scout#tf2 engineer#tf2 medic#pyro tf2#tf2 demoman#tf2 soldier#sniper tf2#tf2 heavy#tf2 heavymedic#engiespy#speedingbullet#practical espionage#boots n bombs#steven universe au#steven universe#crossover#fanart#tf2 fanart#tf2 napoleon complex#sniperscout#demosolly#soldierdemo#crystal gems#au
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Hehe
https://archiveofourown.org/works/53657359/chapters/136368061#workskin
Have fun!
- Fanfiction Anon
Bye, Im fucking dead //happy sobs
MY HEART! I CANT EVEN WORD HOW HAPPY I AM??? JUST AAAAAAAA. The way you capture his rage so well to just aaaaa.
Imma fucking happy cry into my pillow. AND THE ENDING-
“Alastor broadcasts his feelings through their frequency and watches Vox's expression change. “I'm not going to mince my words, Vox. I'm still mad at you. I'm still hurt by what you did. But a part of me still cares about you.” He lifts his hand and gently strokes the side of Vox's screen. Vox raises his hand to lay it over Alastor's. “That means nobody is allowed to harm you, physically, emotionally, or otherwise. You're still mine.”
On their shared radio wave, the faint notes of an old song start to play.”
JUST AAAAAAA. Im eating thsi and sobbing, im eating this thing like its cotton candy ice cream and screaming and kicking my feet. FANFIC ANON I AM LOVINGLY SHAKING YOU
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Danny: Hell didn’t want me when I died, and heaven cast me out. So now I’m stuck in between on this little place called Earth. Sometimes I like to think it’s my own personal hell, but who am I to judge?
Tim, who was on day 5 of being awake: have you tried to fight god?
Danny: oh, I did, and I won. But the bastard is manipulative and decided that I wasn’t allowed in heaven because of pure spite.
Tim: interesting. Do you still want to fight gods?
Danny: depends. Me and Hades are under a truce, and Zeus kicked me out of Olympus. Sometimes I thought about fighting with Wonder Woman to get a rise from Zeus, but Hippolyta told me I wouldn’t be invited for dinner if I messed with her daughter, sooo….
Tim, pulling out his phone: cool, cool, so his name is darkseid, and he’s an asshole
Danny: say no more
#dp x dc#dp x dc au#dp x dc writing prompt#dp dc crossover#dp x dc fanfic#dp x dc prompt#danny phantom#danny phantom crossover#dp x dc crossover#dp crossover#dpxdc prompts#dpxdc#dcxdp#danny is so done#danny is a god#ghost king danny phantom#ghost king danny#danny fenton
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