#major au

[looseleafteeaves]

ALRIGHT! Someone needs to stop me before I try to write this because I don’t really have time-

So. Hera, as Queen, has a really good head for strategy. She also, as Goddess of Marriage, knows when people will get married and last.

So she does not have a grudge. She also has 0 fear of reuniting the camps. It needs to happen, she will Unite them. Just like people are United in Marriage.

So, neither demigod loses thier memory. Hera approaches the greeks first, as is right because they are the Older Culture, and asks for Annabeth and Percy to take on a quest.

(As Hera is the first god to contact them in Several Months, they agree.)

“Heros of Olympus, I greatly appreciate your service, however I must ask for you to serve the Olympians further. I fear the Prophecy of the Seven is already among us, for the Earth Mother begins to truly wake.”

Percy and Annabeth, who havent been truly slighted by her, agree.

“How long?”

“I am unsure of the length of time that will be required of you. However, I also need you to fetch 3 others who will be in the Seven. You’ll meet the last 3 while there.” Hera hesitates, thinking of how she felt when one of her siblings went missing. She debates internally, wondering if it would be worth the possible curses from her husbands oldest bastard mortal. “You will also need Thalia, though she is not part of the Seven. I will fetch her before I come to take you where you are required, I must visit the Western Camp first.”

Annabeth speaks up then. “Western Camp?”

Hera turns from where she went to teleport. “Did I not already explain about the Romans?”

———

Hera goes to Thalia and Artemis before she moves to the romans.

Artemis steps between the pair before Hera can speak.

Hera, fond from years of watching Artemis protect young women from harm, smiles gently. “Dear Artemis, I swear upon my marriage to your father I mean no harm to young Thalia. In fact, I mean to fix a harm I imposed accidentally many years ago. You are, of course, welcome to supervise. She is one of your Priestesses.”

Artemis leads the pair into her tent.

Hera takes a deep breath. “Thalia Grace, Hunter of Artemis, Hero of Olympus, I have done you much harm. Many years ago, I am sure you remember your younger brother.”

Thalia’s face turned white. “What? Jason- Jason is-“

“He lives and thrives, Daughter of Zeus. Just as I will tell the Son of Jupiter of you.”

Thalia’s eyes narrowed. “Romans- romans are real.”

“Yes.” Hera answers simple. “It has been considered to dangerous to allow them to meet since the Civil War of this country. And, Beryl Grace, after being unable to keep my husband’s attention in either form, gifted his life to me out of fear of my retaliation.”

Thalia took several deep breaths. “So why are you telling me this?”

“He is one of the Seven. I am sending Annabeth and Percy, as well as 3 Roman Demigods to meet and begin the efforts to build an alliance between the camps. I grow tired of the Romans thriving for so long while the greek heros must suffer and struggle. I want the Greek demigods to dream and believe they can have a family. Would you like to accompany them? He has grown much in some ways, however, I did trust him to Lupa so he maybe more feral than you expect.”

Thalia’s face lights up and she agrees.

———

Hera’s conversation with Jason, Frank, and Hazel goes much the same. They agree to take on the quest.

Hera does bless Hazel with the ability to control the curse, and she then delievers all of the demigods to the Wilderness Survival school, where the story kicks off.

#lost hero au 1 #Hera’s Ruling AU #percy jackon and the olympians #Major AU #Hera Respect #she is queen of the gods and is goddess of marriage. she is allowed to be upset that Zeus #who chose her for his wife #cheats on her almost constantly #so yeah. this is AU #fight me on it.

[tirsynni]

Chapter two of the Chreon AU Strings of Destiny is up on BMC now. This is a very slow-going AU at the moment, although I hope to set aside time this weekend to really review and plot out both RE and LoZ WIPs and that’ll speed things up. Stll, please enjoy on BMC, as it probably won’t be up on AO3 for a little bit. :D

#chreon #major au #leon gets his welcome party #and still goes through hell #but at least he got to see his coworkers #and not immediately shoot them #rpd!leon and stars!chris ftw

[mirkysconcubinefiction]

HP Thought.

Harry Potter fanfiction will always be my #1. I think 10+ years strong at this point of writing... the amount of genre's/plots/schemes/pairings is ridiculous and it has been a while since I wrote in my beloved fandom. Pre and post the ending of book history but I had a thought of a plot line before book 6 with Harry still in school and his last year with Voldemort still acting a fool.

TW: Self Harm

Not beta'd. Sorry for any obvious mistakes.

This was supposed to be a 100 word thing... 😑 I am disappointed in myself 🖤

There's a space of time where Harry is suspected of turning to the Dark Lord. Much worse than when he was in first year or fourth.

The teenage struggle and angst of the world on one's shoulders and the quiet cry of mental health issues lead to misunderstandings and harmful coping strategies.

It takes a while for the rumor mill to churn and it's preposterous... Harry Potter carrying the Dark Mark for all the world to see?

A charmed scrap of fabric that hid a part of his arm was gossip Harry frowned and rolled his eyes until his arm would jerk at random times... people were trying to remove that scrap of cloth with it's decorative print he called a muggle fashion statements and harry made a point to be stubborn.

Why should he remove it?

Why should he listen to gossip? Even the Death Eaters refused to participate - it was one thing to call him names but another to claim to the world he carried the Dark Mark.

It was preposterous.

Until the Aurors arrived to investigate.

Marching in the school like there was a cause they could only see to.

It was an embarrassing turn of events and Harry was quick to stand up and defend himself with Hermione and Neville standing alongside with the same scraps of fabric in solidarity.

Ron sat scowling, a chicken leg in one hand and the other holding the sleeve of Hermione's wand arm.

It was a joke.

A sham to accuse the BWL and Dumbledore's attempt to difuse the situation was met with more raised voices and students a mix between humor and wariness when wands sparked and the air crackled as voices raised.

Harry unwilling to back down and Hermione spouting rules and laws of both the ministry and Hogwarts... broken laws... where was the attorneys... the law was clearly being abused... it was quite a show with Neville demanding compensation for being falsely accused and in turn requesting his guardian to be present and that of both his friends.

Ron was ready to chuck his dinner plate, ready to fight like a muggle, buy time in case they had to make a run for it.

He was prepared for it.

Until eventually Harry was cuffed or at least an attempt had been made when in the heat of the moment a spark of accidental magic had made the magical cuffs snap in two with a spark but so did the chains that held the chandeliers in place, falling with a crash on each table and the room exploded into chaos with students screaming and professors trying to calm the crowd.

It was the slip of a wand, a flick and jab, a burst of light hit Harry in the back and the teen gasped before his eyes rolled and his body crumpled.

Hermione had tried to catch him

Ron had a firm grip.

Neville lunged but a wand pointed in his face and the taller teen stared, cross-eyed at the glowing tip, as one the Aurors moved and with it they took Harry much to the fury of Dumbledore.

There's something to be said about a prison cell and waking up in one with your sleeve ripped from your body and skin charred around the edges of the scrap of fabric.

It wasn't long before the doors opened and Harry had to endure a long session of interrogation, the threats were unnecessary, the frustration from the Aurors was genuine. As genuine as their belief of him being a Death Eater - the covering of his arm having sealed his fate and a trial was in the process of being put together.

A trial with Veritaserum

Technically as a minor he could only be administered the truth serum by a judge... should he bother mentioning how Umbridge had attempted to dose him with one?

No?

Ok.

He asked for an attorney and he was graced with one that afternoon, meeting the woman after being sat next to her at his trial. It really looked like he was going to be tried for treason... Harry wasn't surprised, just tired. So very tired. Leaning into the woman he asked her name - Gertha - and if she had a quill so he can pen a note.

It was a short scribble of words and the witch looked at it with eyebrows and stood, interrupting the droning words of the Minister of Magic.

The room had been cleared - he was a minor after all and the press was illegal.

"Mr. Potter has agreed to willingly remove his muggle fashion statement." Her lips pursed with distaste, "May the court note that my client, a minor, a fact that must be stressed is suffering burns from a spell being repeatedly cast on his unconscious body without a guardian or a medi personal present. I will personally see to reparations once this farce of a trial has ended." Her knuckles tapped on the smooth worn surface of the table and a spark sealed her promise and Harry was surprised.

Pleasantly surprised.

Carefully he unraveled the dirty fabric, it was slightly charred at the edges and stained with spots of his blood but this was it, he would have preference to have done this without an audience but... he had lost the will to care let alone feel ashamed.

He was just so very tired and disappointed.

Gertha noted the use of runes stitched into the fabric, it was impeccable needlework and a quick glance to the panel of inflated egos, they were all leaning forward, eyes riveted on the scene. A smidge of her wouldn't have been surprised if there had been such a disgusting tattoo... just a smidge, it was her job to be prepared for it all.

What she hadn't expected or thought possible was for the slip of fabric to reveal a neat row of healed cut marks... even and precise scabbed over lines and it took her an extra moment or two for her mind to come to a very scary and very unorthodox conclusion.

These marks were self inflicted wounds.

They weren't slices meant for suicide, such a messy thought, but she'd only have heard of such a thing. One of her colleagues was a advocate for children, specifically muggleborn children and had spoken of the many that self harmed... it was baffling.

It was horrendous.

Her gaze flicked to the boy, no teen, no child, someone spoken of as if they were an adult and not some bespectacled teen with such a heavy burden of saving such a despicable race... she wanted nothing more than to hug him.

This from a witch with not a stitch of maternal instinct - perish the thought.

Inhaling, her breadth the only sound in such a quiet room Gertha spoke. Clear and precise. Clearly this was a child disturbed and in desperate need of mental help NOT a future Dark Lord let alone a slave to one.

Harry ignored the horrified and curious gazes of the witches and wizards, the room was different than the last time he was there. Octagon in shape, brighter with torches like it was the dark ages and electricity was a whimsy.

It didn't take long right after for the mood to change and there was Apologies but whoever his attorney was, was proficient and an absolute Slytherin. Taking no excuses, grinding apologies under her heel, she was an absolute witch, reminding him of Hermione in her absolute refusal to handshake his trauma like he had been bumped in the street vs traumatized.

Suffice to say Harry had made the papers and won a tidy sum.

Returning to school he carefully re-wrapped his muggle fashion statement and went on with life, fingers fumbling with the small card from Gertha who was persistent that she could help him.

Not that Harry believed her.

He didn't trust adults to do right by him... but he was Gryffindor... maybe he would give her a chance.

🤐

#mirkysconcubinefiction #harry potter #generic #one shot #drabble #runaway kinda plot #tw: self harm #fanfiction #old school #the fandom isn't dead #major au #angst #au

[canisalbus]

✦ Cockroach ✦

#own art #own characters #CanisAlbus #art #artists on tumblr #Vasco #Machete #comics #anthro #sighthound #dogs #canine #animals #modern au #immoral-majority #are you implying Vasco isn't a big hunky hero #I think he'd go for the pacifist route and just take it outside #you can't kill a bug by dropping it from a balcony I don't think that's possible #my comics are ~riveting~ #I guess it's just nice drawing them doing the most mundane things that serve no story purpose and have no punchline or anything #inconsequential slice of life stuff #dropping bugs from balconies #Machete is more afraid of horses than cockroaches

[bigfatbreak]

Just curious: for that Viceroy AU, is there a possibility of Mayura making an appearance?

(part one.)

#in which adrien has three major revelations #dad villain au #my art #i didn't give mayura too complicated a design #bc i feel like emelie would be the type to prefer simple nightgown vibes while she constructs a Child for fun

[to00fu]

i colored it :3

#fanart #jjk #art #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #gojo satoru #satosugu #shoko ieiri #college au #majoring in homosexuality

[tielmamon]

old old old college au I had of Zuko and Katara being college sweethearts, hanging out at eachother's dorms in between periods

#zutara #Zuko #Katara #ATLA #avatar the last airbender #fanart #my coming out as a zk shipper #med student katara #business major zuko #UST AU #iykyk

[portalmonsterrr]

Modern AU where Alhaitham and Kaveh adopt baby Nahida  to save their failing marriage and somehow it works

#divorced but never married vibes #genshin impact #gi #kavetham #haikaveh #alhaitham #kaveh #nahida #kavetham family au #haitham linguistics major just like me fr

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC Phantom Punk: We are the Outlaws

Back on my punk Danny AU

So punk is pretty anti-authoritarian, loud, fast, and contains a lot of anger, anger at how the world is. It can also be very compassionate to the downtrodden an those the system fails

You know who else has a lot of anger and compassion?

Jason Todd

Jason Todd, the second Robin, the Red Hood. The man was born to be punk.

Danny just works as a punk. His villains range from the government to a Billionaire to a ghost cop. It makes more sense than not for his experiences to have turned him in that direction, and let's face it one Sam Mason would have helped, even if punk and goth are different

So we have one dead punk boy living in a shitty apartment in Gotham, and we have another dead punk boy moving into a shitty apartment in Gotham

They're neighbors(I'd say roommates for the meme but Jay needs the added privacy)

So now we have two punks with messed up sleep schedules living next door to each other. They clearly vibe, they hang out, go to each other's apartments and Jason practically force feeds Danny a healthy meal that has enough preservatives in it to give Ra's a run for his money

Then Jason got careless

Jason, after accidentally mentioning the outlaws multiple times during a phone call, now has to deal with the fact that Danny thinks it's the band he's in. It's fine, all he has to do is play it cool, roll with it and it'll be no big deal

being unable to shut his mouth, he actually digs himself deeper. Now, Danny doesn't just want to see them play, he wants to join, and Jason has made the mistake of saying he needs to ask the band first, only to call Roy who is a little shit and goes "Yeah he can join our band."

Cut to Jason, Starfire, and a sheepish Roy scrambling to actually be a punk band as they get sucked further and further into committing to the bit

or

Fake Band au, like a fake dating au but with more people and instruments and probably ends in polyamory

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc #phantom punk #punk au #Phantom Punk AU #red hood and the outlaws #sometimes a relationship is based off of several comedic misunderstandings and committing to the bit #Roy is more and more sheepish he encouraged this #Starfire is amused #Danny is somehow oblivious and is just impressed how much the band is improving #and then gets them a pretty major gig #I just want you to imagine Jason as the shirtless singer in a hardcore punk band #did you picture it? #Now you understand my vision

[hairmetal666]

Everyone in the league knows about Eddie Munson. He has the makings of a great pitcher, except for the fact that his slider has a 75% chance of sliding too high and his fastballs mostly end up in the dirt. His technique is wild, flailing, unrestrained. Which is why Steve is beside himself when he learns about the trade.

The owners, they think that Steve being the best catcher in the league means he can work with Eddie, settle him, make him a real prospect. Steve's input isn't needed with the decision already made, but Munson--with all his tattoos piercings and leather--looks like he'd rather hock a loogie at Steve than take directions from him.

And Steve is the best in the league, the glue that keeps the team together. They're a well-oiled machine, and Eddie is--Eddie is a squeaky wheel.

They meet for the first time, briefly, in the locker room. He's seen the guy before, of course, but now, like this, he can't help but be intrigued by his pale skin and long curls and brown doe-eyes, his lightly muscled frame. And they're in the locker room, Eddie with just a towel around his waist, exposing his toned chest and stomach and the black swirl of his tattoos.

"Steve Harrington!" Eddie reaches out a hand. "Great to meet you, man."

"You too. Excited to have you with us." The handshake is quick and firm and Steve is trying not to be surprised about how excited and genuine the guy sounds, keep his mind away from thinking of how Eddie is naked aside from the towel.

With only a few weeks until the start of the regular season, Eddie starts pitching to Steve. And Steve, he so expects Eddie to fight and grumble and refuse, that his head sort of spins when, on the first day, Eddie claps him on the back with his glove, says, "where do you want me, cap?" and that's that.

He wants to say that they dislike each other, that they're a bad fit, that Eddie is full himself and refuses constructive criticism.

Instead.

Instead it's easy.

Eddie doesn't complain, doesn't argue, just watches Steve, learns him, takes his advice and notes and implements them as much as he can. They like each other, have an easy rapport, get each other. He's tight with all the pitchers, but Eddie is different. They settle each other.

They're best friends. They hangout constantly. And he doesn't have a crush; he doesn't. It would be unprofessional. They're best friends.

But sometimes, sometimes he thinks he catches Eddie looking at him. It's impossible. Of course it's impossible. Eddie couldn't be into the guy Sports Illustrated called "baseball's Ralph Lauren model" in the intro to Steve's Body Issue photo spread. And it doesn't matter one way or the other because Steve won't make a move. He won't jeopardize the team like that.

They don't touch. He touches everyone on the team, often, and Eddie particularly is a physical guy, but aside from that first handshake, he keeps his distance. Steve's afraid--even though it's silly, he's afraid--that once they start touching, he won't be able to stop, and he can't let that happen.

The team is good, competing for first place in the National League. Eddie's success has made everyone else better.

It's late July, they're in first place in the league, and Eddie's pitching a perfect game. There's only been 24 perfect games thrown in the history of Major League Baseball, but it's the eighth inning and Eddie's doing it.

A pitch goes wild, veers high over the umpire's head. Eddie's shaken, Steve can tell with how his fist tightens compulsively around the ball. The next pitch swings wide, towards the batter's knees.

The count is at 2 balls, no strikes, and he can see, even from behind home plate Steve can see, that Eddie's losing it. He heads for the mound, refuses to let it end like this. He closes the distance between them, has a quick internal debate before he puts his hand on Eddie's lower back. They've never touched, this is it, this is--warmth bleeds from Eddie's skin, through the fabric of his jersey, goes straight to Steve's head.

Eddie frowns. "I don't think I--"

"You're going to do it, Ed. I know. I can feel it." He pats his chest, over his heart. "It's gonna happen."

Eddie's breathing settles and it's only then that Steve realizes he's rubbing circles into Eddie's back with his thumb. He's not sure when he started, doesn't want to stop, loves being able to feel.

"Okay," Eddie says.

"Okay."

Steve removes his hand, heads back to home, still tingling with the warmth of Eddie's body even as he crouches behind the plate.

He closes out the inning with three definitive strike outs. The crowd goes wild.

They take the field for the top of the 9th, the crowd is screaming, ready for this, the energy zipping through every player on the field.

It goes by in a blur. Nine pitches. Eddie's perfect game is wrapped up in nine phenomenal pitches.

As the ump calls the last out, there's a moment of complete and utter quiet in the stadium, Steve's heart a pounding hum in his ears, before pandemonium breaks loose. There's screaming, fireworks, someone is crying--

All he can see is Eddie. Eddie's who's thrown his glove to the dirt, is barreling towards him with a triumphant smile bright on his face. Steve stands, runs to close the distance. He sees the moment that Eddie decides to jump into his arms, catches him easily--will always catch him--but his legs are tired and the momentum gets him, sends them tumbling back into the grass.

They're both yelling, laughing, smiling hard enough to hurt. Eddie's hair has fallen out if its tie, tumbling around his shoulders, and Steve gazes at him, can't help it, in this moment can admit that he's so, so astronomically in love.

It's only then Steve realizes that the laughter's stopped, that Eddie's gazing back. Brown eyes shining bright with happiness, cheeks flushed pink, lips parted. Thoughtless, he reaches up to caress Eddie's cheek.

The team reaches them, streaming around them, yanking Eddie and Steve to their feet. The celebration stretches around them, the moment slipping away. He wants to finish what they started but there are interviews, champagne showers, congratulations, that keep them apart. Sometimes, from across the room, their eyes meet, and there's heat there that's new, that sparks something low in Steve's gut.

Hours pass, and finally he finds himself alone in the locker room. He's just pulled on his t-shirt when the door shuts behind him. He spins, finds Eddie, waiting, watching.

He crosses the room without a word, can't not, not now, not after everything. They grapple for a second, the wanting so strong that it takes a second to settle, to find each other. They kiss hard, desperate, seething with desire.

Steve hopes it never ends and it doesn't, just tapers into soft kisses, gentle nips. He can't bring himself to step away.

"Is this for real ?" Eddie whispers.

"I've been insane about you since the trade."

Eddie's smile is blinding. "I used to have those pictures of you--the ones with the little red shorts?--in my locker in the minors. Feel like I'm living in a dream right now."

It lights him up inside, knowing that Eddie wants him, has wanted him. "Let me take you home and show you just how real it is?"

He snorts, but his dimples deepen, eyes shining. "What a line, sweetheart."

"Yeah well, the baseball field isn't the only place where I hit home runs."

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #baseball au #teammates to lovers #ficlet #fluff #first kiss #feelings confession #steve thinks he'll hate eddie but he just falls in love with him instead #pitcher eddie munson #catcher steve harrington #i had this idea a month ago and forgot about it #dom/sub undertones in the way that what if steve gently doms eddie into pitching better #what if steve modeled for SI's body issue and what if eddie is obsessed with him the whole time #really playing fast and loose with how major league baseball works

[daily-jadeharl3y]

THIRTY FIVE

#homestuck #jade harley #hs #homestuck art #homestuck fanart #homestuck jade #jade homestuck #jade harley fanart #jade homestuck art #jade harley art #dirk strider #dirk hs #ult dirk #roxy lalonde #the three of them work for jane and june #john/june is the president of earth c in this au #he and jane work together somehow #needless to say he despises the job lol #but anyways jade ends up quitting in the au later on #major deppression + ultimate power unlocked causing her to shut out everyone #he ends up getting help from dirk

[baskeigh-ball]

Went and hurt my own feelings with this one, oops

I never planned on making fanart for @somerandomdudelmao's series but I recently made a connection between it and that one tweet that permanently altered my brain chemistry so I couldn't NOT make something

#the only reason i can stomach this future au is because its going to turn out okay #any other time my mental fortitiude is out the window #major character death is my kryptonite #rottmnt #cass apocalyptic series #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #my art

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker.

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#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wen ning #wei wuxian #wen qing #jiang cheng #Truly Massive disclaimer here: I am a Jiang Cheng enjoyer. I like his character. I enjoy that he is very flawed and volatile. #This episode of the audio drama has a lot of great breakdown scenes featuring JC - and they all deserve a feature. #But underlying this comic is a small meta comment of 'ah man I have too many comics of JC just wailing sadly' #My goal is to draw 6-8 comics per episode - I sometimes have to truncate and cut good scenes out. #Especially when a large majority is just different flavours of trauma and toxic relationships to your self-worth. #I would also like to make a note here that just because you lose the ability to do something that is very tied to your core identity- #-does not mean your life is over. It will feel like the end of the world. It will send you into a spiral of grief. It will hurt so badly. #Sometimes we do not realize how tied up our identities can be in certain things until we are cut loose. #You don't lose yourself. I promise the pain will fade in time. I promise you will find other things to tether you. I promise you will be ok #Life moves forwards. Time moves forwards. You move forwards. #Ego death just means an opportunity for ego rebirth. You are never committed to being the same person forever. #To wrap this around to JC: Yeah I love the twist with the core transfer but man I would have loved to see JC accept the loss. #Obviously it happens for a reason (story) but I can have my AUs. I can have these 'what-ifs'. #described in alt text #I'm trying it out! *please* give me feedback - I want to eventually Add image ID to all of these comics one day

[bacchuschucklefuck]

while teen while goblin while aroace while injured while doing your best

#fantasy high junior year #fhjy #riz gukgak #figueroth faeth #sklonda gukgak #dimension 20 #this. mmmmhhh this is so. I did Not know how to draw this really. #I am very normal about riz (<- lying) #it's a brennan-dm d20 campaign the bad guy is always capitalism (I am saying this with clenched teeth) #riz out of all of them being aroace fucks with me SO bad. bc its also established that elmsville specifically and probably the #majority of solace is not. made for goblins. and that becomes sklonda being worked to the bone and pok dying on the job #and riz spending all his time trying to keep his friends together. maybe to the point of it being injurous #like. do u get what I mean. its an economy of time it takes your time it eats up your time #not just the gukgaks but everyone you have to spend time to get to live and you don't have a lot of time left in a day #and you have to spend it carefully. you have to prioritize #you're somewhere without an established community and companionship is bought with your time spent working #this place doesn't take care of you. at the end of the day who do you have who'd prioritize you. do you understand me #the evolved aroace loathing where if your friends and family are granted more time nobody would have to choose. we live in a society #holds ur hand we live in a society. idk if Im making any sense #anyway . uhhh riz is my favourite that's my statement thank you for listening. au revoir

[crabsnpersimmons]

"Hair dyes or perms or just a quick snip, you can always count on your ol' pal Clip!"

it's about time i officially shared my design for Clip from my hairdresser au! here's the silly boi himself!

a.k.a. the most complicated character i've ever designed...

close ups and additional comments under the cut!

that's my boi, despite his crazy design, i love him. his silly top knot hat, the horn-like points around his faceplate, his speckled colours, his four arms, and his funky pants. he's just soooooo fun.

Clip likes to play games and knit! he even made the patchwork pants he wears (he made Sun and Moon a pair too, but they're too precious for them to wear... also a little gaudy to wear in public—doesn't stop Clip tho!). He actually makes everything the boys wear, since there's not a lot of things in their size/shape.

instead of resting at night, he can be found in their living room, playing Kirby 64 for the nth time and/or knitting something. he's just too restless to stay still, he's always gotta be doing something and if it isn't gaming, knitting, or hairdressing, then he's up to No GoodTM.

Clip... likes popping balloons. he says "Goodnight!" with each popped balloon and once he's done, he tosses up the scraps like confetti all while giggling joyfully.

needless to say, he is not fun at parties. Sun and Moon don't let him near balloons for this reason.

and yes, he has sewing needles on hand at all times. for fashion emergencies... and for unsuspecting balloons.

Clip's not allowed to have a phone (just imagine all the in-app purchases Sun and Moon would have to deal with), but he likes to keep up with his customers and their games, even if he doesn't get their fixation over bluenets he'll never openly admit it but he prefers curly-haired blond hunks that look sweet in soft pastels but could also squash him like the spider he is

also, he's great at microbraiding! though i imagine if Sun and Moon are free, they'd come help to shorten the wait but also to compete and see who braids the most (Clip always wins of course—make anything into a game, and he's winning)

aaaaand there's this! i wanted to make sure Clip would be able to freely rotate his waist so his arms could have their full range of motion, and this was the solution i came up with: a crop top on top and a wrap around his waist. and Clip here is being a sneaky little scamp about it.

#fnaf eclipse #fnaf dca #dca fandom #fnaf oc #Clip New Do Same You AU #New Do Same You AU #“but crabs YOU designed him you could have made him easier for you to draw” #but everything is just SO FUN and/or lore-relevant! #like the points around his faceplate give me oni vibes i love it #i hate drawing so many hands but man he's just so silly and he needs every last one #and HIS PANTS #LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND TELL ME THE DCA WOULDN'T WEAR PATCHWORK PANTS IF THEY COULD #legit the pants were a major breakthrough in his design #he's just a silly guy #honestly i have been on a bit of an artblock lately #and maybe drawing Clip wasn't the best way to ease myself out of it #but it worked i think? #i dunno just been overthinking things a lot lately #that's kinda why i've been quiet again on tumblr #i just need to let loose and just let myself have fun yknow? #like this sketch page has a lot of mistakes in it #but i tried not to dwell on those and kept moving forward #it doesn't need to be perfect it just needs to be #bright colours #cw bright colours #crab art #traditional art

[sailing-through-hawkins]

hello friend here is a potential lil thing for you: kas!eddie who’s a Good Boy for steve but is still growly at the others (think ‘it don’t bite’ ‘bitch yeS IT DOES’) (it’s a wip, steve is trying his best)

this ended up a lot...sweeter than i intended? and i'm not too sure about the ending but i had to stop it there or i'd end up trying to write a full fic (≧∀≦)ゞ hope you enjoy, friend!!

“And he’s here because?”

Steve pats Eddie’s head when he hands the paprika over, smiling at his goofy (and fanged) little grin. He starts to sprinkle the spices over the pan, not even looking over his shoulder to reply, “He likes to help me cook.”

There’s a long moment of silence so Steve switches off the heat and turns around, thanking Eddie when he gives him a dishcloth to wipe his hands with. When he looks back to the group seated at the island, he has to blink to register all their faces of disbelief.

“You took our Dungeon Master,” Mike starts patiently, which Steve will give him credit for. “Who has been accused of several crimes and then got turned into a terrifying, awesome bat-man with, like, wings and teeth and shit -”

Steve could have sworn Mike used to be better at description whenever they play their sessions.

“And you’ve turned him into your sous-chef?”

Blinking, Steve looks to Eddie, who gives him a preening smile and takes the dishcloth away, and looks back to Mike, whose face is getting paler every second. “Uh,” he shrugs. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Steve, I swear by all that is -”

Mike’s tirade is cut off by a growl and Steve lets out a sigh. “Hey,” he admonishes, nudging the rumbling bat-man with his elbow. “We talked about this, no growling at the kids.”

Eddie huffs and ducks his head down to bap his forehead against Steve’s shoulder. He moves his head from side to side so he’s basically rubbing his forehead into Steve and wisps of Eddie's hair brush against his neck, making Steve bite back a laugh.

Clearly, Eddie caught that and rubbed even harder into Steve’s shoulder until he broke into laughter, black eyes glancing up at him with a mischievous smile.

“You were right.”

Steve looks over to see Dustin staring at Mike’s fuming red face, deadpan. Eddie pauses.

“He’s tamed him.”

“What?” Steve sputters, choking out a laugh when Eddie moves in closer to nuzzle at his neck, hair now tickling at his nose. “Who tamed who?”

Mike sneers. “It’s whom, dumbass -”

And just like that, Steve is being held tightly against Eddie, who hisses at Mike. Thankfully, he's used to it by now and just rolls his eyes.

“Whatever.”

“Eds,” Steve pats the hand on his chest that presses him into Eddie. "It's okay, he's just having a Michael Moment."

"What the fuck did you just -"

Of course, the little shit can't keep his mouth shut and that just aggravates Eddie even further and well, time for damage control.

"No," Steve says firmly to Eddie, who blinks and stares at him. He then turns to the kids and points a finger at them. "What did we say about name-calling?"

"Bite me -"

"Dude," Lucas, golden child that he is, shakes his head and shoves at Mike's head. "Just shut up and eat your muffin."

"Thank you, Lucas," Steve grins and Eddie huffs, still holding Steve tightly against him. With a fond sigh, Steve wiggles around and manages to face Eddie, smiling at his fanged pout. "Thank you for trying to protect me, Eds."

It's something he started doing after a few days hiding out at Steve's place. At first, he was wary and would hiss whenever Steve got too close, only letting Dustin in his space, only really caring about Dustin at all. And it wasn't...unpleasant, Steve would rather he care about the kid more than anyone else than not at all. It did make cleaning him up difficult but having Dustin sit with him and ramble about whatever the hell he could seemed to help.

Then Dustin had to leave and it was just them.

And then Steve, eventually, figured out it was like trying to befriend a scared cat. Obviously, Eddie was terrified and just needed some time, space and a little bribery to adjust to the new...everything that he was.

So with some of that time and space, Steve got a chance to make his way into Eddie's exceptions and barely gets hissed at anymore, unless it's playful. Sometimes Steve hisses back, and the first time caught Eddie so off-guard that he held Steve down while sniffing around, like he was looking for whatever made the sound.

It made Steve laugh but just confused Eddie, so he did his best to imitate Eddie's chirp, the one he does whenever Dustin asks a question, and Eddie was so flabbergasted that he started chirping back without a thought. He looked half-insulted at the fact and that just set Steve off again.

Once Eddie figured out it was Steve making the noises, he got so excited that he'd always chirp at him, jumping into Steve's space and doing goofy things to make him laugh. It'd always work, duh, cause Eddie's a funny guy, even when he's half-Upside-Down-monster.

He also ended up liking Steve so much that he gets pretty overprotective, which - it's sweet, it makes Steve feel wiggly, but they're still working on who exactly Steve (and Dustin) need protecting from.

That one time when Eddie growled at Nancy for elbowing Steve would be hilarious if it wasn't so terrifying.

...It was pretty funny though.

"This is terrible." Mike says, and Will lets out a sigh. Mike gapes at him and throws his hands in Steve's general direction. "You can see how this is terrible, right?!"

"Brat," Eddie croaks under his breath, right next to Steve's ear and he doesn't even bother holding back, breaking into a bout of laughter that has him clenching at his stomach for relief. He can feel Eddie's excitement buzzing under his skin, right where his cheek rests against Steve's. "Snooty brat."

"Is he saying something?" Dustin asks excitedly and Steve has to wave him off half-heartedly, still reeling from the pain of laughing too hard. Dustin then sounds deadpan again as he says, "Oh, he's talking shit about us, isn't he?"

"Ressspect your elderrrrrs," Eddie hisses into the air with a grin and god damn, the look of pure devastation on Dustin's face -

"The first words he speaks to us since turning Demo-Eddie and it's about being respectful." Dustin hides his face in his hands. "What has the world become?"

"He gets his dramatics from you," Steve says to Eddie, who looks back at him smugly and nudges his nose into Steve's face. "Ow, hey, watch it -"

"Getsss hisss courrage f'om you," Eddie presses his lips to Steve's cheek and -

Huh.

Well.

That's new.

Wait -

"Oh my god," Steve stares at Eddie, who preens under the attention. "I have a monster boyfriend."

The kitchen breaks out into chaos and all Steve can think about is how pretty Eddie's eyes are when he's smiling.

#sailor✧replies #sailor✧writes #steddie #au content: kas!eddie #writing #ficlet #a-little-unsteddie #used the bat divider because i don't have time to make a custom kas one yet #ah well #hope this was good!! got major block and honestly no time for anything nowadays but i really wanted to try writing anyways #and this was pretty fun