#au verse

Higher Than God

Here it is! My contribution for the @caitvibigbang! I was partnered up with @salixkai and their wonderful fic Higher Than God. You can read the fic on the CaitviBigBang site here:

And keep an eye out for all the other really fun pieces coming out this month from the CaitVi BigBang!

10 hours in Clip Studio Paint using a XP-Pen 15.1 Artist Pro monitor tablet.

Old Ghosts & New Faces

AU Verse

@y0urm0m1

He should have just kept his mouth shut. He really should have just shut up. Why did he have to say anything? The campfire had long since turned to embers, a month or so ago, when they were still on the road, and they had been talking and grumbling for hours about where to go. Sherry was huddled close to him, his jacket around her shoulders. Klaus and Tracy were both asleep in one of the trucks, and Strand, Frank, Madison, and Alicia were trying to figure out everyone's next move.

Dwight had been sitting there silently, staring into the fire. Madison wanted to get back to Los Angeles, but there was no way they were going to make it that far now. One of their cars had already broken down, and the other was on its last legs. They didn't know the area, and everyone knew they weren't going to be making it much further. They were stranded with nowhere to go. That was when Dwight spoke up. Without thinking really, he just spit it out. It was a stupid idea, a terrible idea. But it was the only place nearby he could think of. Alexandria.

If he had just kept his mouth shut, Dwight might not have found himself standing in front of the gates of the one place he was never supposed to return to. He half expected Daryl to open the gates and shoot him. Dwight wouldn't blame him. Eventually, they were taken inside the gates, their weapons ripped from them, and they were all escorted to what Dwight remembered being one of the main buildings.

"You all better behave," Dwight answers as they were led through the doors and told to wait, ensuring to stare at Strand a moment longer than needed. “And don't forget, they can just throw us out if they want to." He adds quickly. If Morgan were here, their group might stand more of a fighting chance, but he wasn't certain who was running things now. But surely they wouldn’t turn them away, right? Maybe Dwight himself, but if they would take the others in, he would accept that. Besides, they had kids. Klaus looked tired from the journey, and Tracy…well, she hadn’t said anything that wasn’t a snarky or harsh remark to anyone, really. Not that Dwight blamed her. He still didn’t really understand why she was here. Madison had killed the girl's father and essentially kidnapped her for nothing. Alicia had magically shown up a few days later and revealed that, in fact, she did not have a kid. In truth, Dwight tried not to think too much about that mess or his head would hurt.

"Are you sure about this?" Frank asks after a moment, once the doors were shut and the group was left alone. He stood close to his husband, a protective hand on his son's shoulder. His eyes wandered to Dwight and then to Victor. Was anyone sure about this? Frank wasn't. In the span of just a month or so, he had lost nearly everything he had ever known. Been uprooted from the only place they had ever lived since the start of all this.

Dwight swallows and glances around at the group. All eyes were on him. He was still never quite used to that. The way that people looked at him from time to time. Looking at him with trust, looking to him to figure things out. No one looked at him like that with Negan. Part of him felt this weight bearing down on him being back here. Being this close to all the lives he nearly destroyed.

"I'm not sure of anything," Dwight answers honestly, letting out a breath, "but this is our best shot. These are good people."

~*~

Gabriel made his way to Aaron's house down the street from the main meeting place where the new group was being kept. Jerry had come and gotten him once they had arrived. Groups of people showing up weren't that uncommon, but Alexandria did tend to see less traffic now that The Commonwealth was rebuilt and open. Although it was even rarer to see familiar faces show up. Especially one so scarred. Gabriel didn't approach as he saw the former Savior being led into the building; he only came up afterwards and told people who had brought them in to keep them there while he went to get Aaron.

Here's Mr. Bump but in an AU Version called FLOWERET AU created by my good friend @polygonne 🩵❤️‍🩹

Phases of the Moon.

Saw the trend and wanted to try it out, already posted this on tik tok and figured should post it here too. Each phase is an important part of their lives as they grew up.

This version of Nightmare and Dream are from my au verse

Resident Evil protagonists on my oc's au

Jill Valentine: Since her trauma, she started to spend more hours training and cut her hair. After RE5 events, her hair didnt return to her original brown but stayed a little bit blonde instead and for that she had to make something to not remember her trauma everyday.

Chris Redfield: He isnt so much diferent, but his face is more similar to his original face model (Matt Mullins), and I gave him more scars from all the fight he has had.

Rebecca Chambers: She only growed up, but as similar to Chris I make her face like her original model.

Leon Kennedy: Wanted to give him some moles on his face, and scars,chiefly the one Krauser let on him on 2004. He dyes his hair too.

Freddy’s smile lasted as the child looked around, but it vanished when he spoke.

“You have… two names?” he murmured, puzzled. But how was it that didn’t he know why he was called Little Leo? It sounded sort of like his own: he was called Freddy Fazbear because… well, it was an entertainment character’s name, and he was the face of an entertainment company.

The bear paused, still baffled, but smiled again. He’d think about the name thing later, if it was necessary. For now, he was going to make sure the cub felt safe.

“Well, if you’d rather be called Simba, that’s what we’ll call ya. Sound good?”

He eyed the bubble wrap and foam padding around the boy, so Freddy carefully brought his paw closer. “Y’need some help with that stuff, bud? It’ll make me look all static-y, like someone rubbed a balloon on me!” he joked, a short chuckle leaving him.

whoaaaa nightmare paint ?!?!!!

(and other aus variants paint can be in !!)

just randomly thought “hmmm what if paint was nightmare” and then that happened (￣▽￣)

personally fresh paint is my favorite (≧ω≦)

Paintscroll!Sans belongs to me !

Nightmare belongs to jokublog

Underfell belongs to victheunderfella

Fresh belongs to crayonqueen