Bee Movie Enthusiast

any pronouns, 20, main interests are Hollow Knight & Silksong, finally changing my bio, RIP Bee Movie, I write fanfic and do the occasional fanart Spam blog: @spamgender-disaster

[onshrike]

isat sketch dump go !!

this game has occupied 98% of my brain for the past couple weeks. definitely a canon event

[an-agender-disaster]

I meant Loop's reaction to the Traveling One, but yeah, they'd be unhappy the King took their place, ye.

Also, what does the Traveling One look like in your AU?

The Traveling One! Siffrin! Everyone's favorite world-ender!

they're not all that different from canon Siffrin in terms of appearance but for the long hair and bandaged eye. sorry if that's a disappointment! they just don't change that much

as for what Loop thinks of them? well, they're none too pleased, but... well, they would expect a Siffrin to disappoint them like this, wouldn't they? always making their problems everyone else's, too.

[somistyrious]

I know you said Siffrin is going unnamed in this au but I had a cursed thought

Empress Odile: It seems we will be having a meeting with the leader of the navy

Loop: What’s their name?

Odile: Surffrin

Loop:…

Loop: what

[an-agender-disaster]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Closer to the movement now, you can hear small panting breaths, shaky and exhausted. And, turning to the source of the sound, it’s immediately apparent who the originator is.

A child.

Or: The party meets Bonnie.

[an-agender-disaster]

About your King and Siffrin swap, what would canon Loop's reaction to this shit be?

a uhhhhh..... a bad reaction...... yeahhhh.....

[an-agender-disaster]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“Actually, Isabeau,” M’dame Odile crosses the room towards the two of you and lays a hand on your shoulder, a wry smile at her mouth, “let’s get a drink.”

Or: Isabeau and M’dame Odile go out, have a feelings talk, and get drunk. Isabeau learns a secret.

[vaultbuggo]

[an-agender-disaster]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“Siffrin.”

You sigh.

“Siffrin.”

And close your eye.

“I can’t wait to never see you again.”

Or: Siffrin spends the day with a friend inside Dormont’s House of Change.

[crispy-art-on-fire]

Artfight Week 3!

@nettlefang 's Maxwell

@artiekatt 's Arum

@danny-horse 's Kelso

@tieds0es ' Clearmeadow + Wildblaze + Popcorn (mine) + Fantagrape's Ottermask

@kyruiz 's Valemon and Fayla Uviel

@boredhydra 's Love Coat + Prism View

@bugology 's Cinder

@an-agender-disaster 's Mikver

@5t34k 's Elegant Remedy + SleepingCryptid's Lady Gentlehoof

@ampersketch-art 's Ghost Queen + Osak (Mine)

@the-starry-lycan 's Trailblazer and Trailblazer + Blitzwing and Barrow

[an-agender-disaster]

SICK AS HELLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!

[an-agender-disaster]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

…You have an idea. A cruel, mean, nasty idea that you should ignore. Ignore it and roll over and fall asleep to the sound of Isabeau’s snores that you’ve grown so used to in the few months you’ve known him. You should expunge it completely from your mind.

But it could—it would, you’re positive that it would work—get Odile off of your back. It would put her on someone else’s, though.

Or: Mirabelle is scared that the party’s resident Researcher is too close to finding out about her friendship with the Traveling One. She throws her off of her scent.

[an-agender-disaster]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

After a few short days in that town with the quaint antique store and rustic inn you all set off again, arriving soon after to this new location: the resting place of the third orb.

Or: The party retrieves the third of five orbs, and Mirabelle researches a type of Craft.

[clingyduoapologist]

Your friend’s unpublished fic idea is kind of a dead wife

[an-agender-disaster]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85498151/chapters/228743696

You’re sitting on a long bench at a long table across from a woman you’re meeting for the first time today. She’s been alternating between clasping her hands in front of her chest and biting her nails. The latter has the darkless curly haired woman scolding her lightly, a small smile drawn on her face. Every time she’s reminded, the young woman startles, then flushes, then averts her gaze.

You already forgot her name. Both of their names, actually.

If what you’ve been told is true, then it’s not like they’ll remember soon, either.

———

Final chapter! And a broken link! Huzzah!

[an-agender-disaster]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The next town you pass through, almost a month after that incident with the Defenders—you finally learned what they are called after a short conversation with another traveler—is nearly abandoned. Windows are shuttered, doors are boarded up, and the streets and plazas are empty of life. Here and there, dots of darklessness splotch walls or the ground, residual Craft energy wafting off of them in waves. It looks like parts of the world were stripped back, leaving absolute nothingness behind.

Weird. And, if you’re being more honest with yourself, a bit scary.

Or: Ūniversa will always lead its followers to the same outcomes.

[lil-froq13]

Crossover that nobody expected

[an-agender-disaster]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

You didn’t notice anything weird about Vaugarde until a few months into your travels through it.

Well, no, that’s not quite true. The whole country is weird. They all leave their doors unlocked and you can come and go as you want (but not past the first room, for some reason?), they greet you like they’ve known you for forever even if you’ve only just entered their town, and they’ll toss odd jobs your way before you even have to ask for one.

That’s what tipped you off that something properly strange was happening, actually.

Or: Siffrin, and his journey to being trapped in the House of Change in Dormont.

[ibearfish]

My blorbos be like