working on more stuff with Rakkit because i'm getting some ideas for her i think!
i like the idea that she's from a previous prophecy . (their teammate being Mettaton because it'd be interesting )
I HAVE SO MANY IDEASSSSS like idk the concept of a prophecy not about destruction but about basically looking at the brighter parts in the dark world intrigues me . I'm still not sure yetttttt but my ideas for the dark world they've been to are basically Chapter one and many MANY of the fan made ideas for chapters locations . (Old west movie ,possibly not tenna but another TVWORLD, the DVD stores the first time I guess, possibly a toy store , ect ect ) But emphacis on chapter one I think . Think of it as the cards world being start and end of the journey too .My idea is that they ended up creating their own save points as well . But in a way one can just create them and the other can make it like a check point weather you wanna teleport to previous areas too .
Mettaton having this whole "reach higher for the stars" vibe :0c I feel he might end up having most fighting and healing moves connected to signing and shows too
i still need to polish this all later but yk this is my main idea for now
This has gone on long enough. Now will not another lie leave their lips. I have put off this for too long. They are a poison and a parasite that have been slowly killing paradise. They mimic and twist the word of █ █ █, keep me like a trophy. If I have not intervened it means that their word must be true. I was not made too confrontational. I was meant to be a shadow to follow █ █ █ around. Not today and never again. I will no longer sit idly by watching these leeches drain the lives of angels.
They no longer are needed with the fall of both Hell and Humanity.
I have never enjoyed the act of violence but not as if they would listen to a word I say. They never have. Today I will speak their language and they will listen. My word is law. A phrase that they loved to pass around as they propped me up onto █ █ █’s throne, they wanted a replacement and a replacement that was quiet. I will no longer be quiet.
Death stains the auditorium. Chunks of what used to be angels spattered across the walls and floor. One step forward one step back. They attempted to plead, to beg for mercy, a reason. They got nothing in return. Never would my voice grace their ears again. They will turned into the leeches they are and killed. Executed. There was no running from my approach nor would a fight dissuade my act. Perhaps some knew that this was a long time coming and remained still as I mutilated their forms.
When cries of mercy reached only deaf ears, cries of treason, heresy, murder took their place. This was not an act of heresy or treason. I saw that it wasn’t. My word is that of █ █ █’s and █ █ would be horrified of what you have become. Heaven would be free from one final act of violence. Never will my hand be raised against another in this manner again.
One by one by one they fell. There would be no survivors to this massacre. Now only one remained, backed into a corner. Sobbing almost violently as it attempted one more feeble argument to halt my slaughter. The same voice that sent those marching to death begging to me the chance, the opportunity to keep its life. Clinging to my blood stained boots like a small child only to be turned into a smear of crimson on the floor with chunks of flesh and clothing falling to the floor, joining the rest in their misery.
Stepping out onto the balcony that over looked the angels amassed down below. Unaware of what had transpired moments ago. Shock ripped through them as they peered upwards to be met with me soaked in blood. Wings tinged pale yellow and blue. What had been done could no longer be undone and what was to be said could no longer be unheard.
GOD IS DEAD AND SO IS THE COUNCIL. NEVER SHALL THEIR LIES AND WORDS BLEED THE MASSES DRY. FOR THIS DAY SHALL MARK THE DAY OF A NEW AGE. ONE OF PEACE. ONE THAT WILL NO LONGER MUDDIED BY THE ACTS OF LEECHES. HUMANITY IS DEAD SO IS OUR INVOLVEMENT WITHIN HELL. OUR KIND SHALL NO LONGER FACE THE HORRORS OF THAT OF WHAT SHOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN MADE. I SHALL LEAD YOU INTO THE LIGHT THAT GOD HAS LEFT FOR US.
Interesting au! Imagine deltarune mixed with Undertale mixed with a lot of OCs hehe! Honestly kinda hard to give a sinopsis but it's a short read, so c'mon👉👈
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This au was made by @halloweengirl1031
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Long post under cut. Approx. 2500 words. Apologies in advance for any typos.
I'm going to share the first main AU I made, since it has the most in common with the original series (many of my others are crossovers or "What if they were all fairies or monsters or mermaids or pirates or--" so they can get a little out-there).
{A little background: I'm a maladaptive daydreamer and have a paracosm based on the SPOP universe post-war, but diverges from canon in that I hit DT with the character-development stick and gave them an official backstory that has shaped who they grow to become after the events of seasons 1-5. To prevent confusion between canon DT and the version of DT I've created, I'll refer to mine as Para!DT (para=daydream character for MaDDers and immersive daydreamers).}
Many of my AU's, including this one, branch off of the backstory I made for DT, which is based on the original DT being the princess of Green Glade and Glimmer's cousin, with the main difference between Para!DT and the DT from the AU is that Para!DT doesn't remember this portion of their past (or didn't until it was told to them later by someone who was there), and the AU DT does due to being older when it happened, and that changed their actions during the war. With that out of the way, let's get into it!}
Rebellion!DT
DT remembered everything from that night. Every scream, every crackle of the flames that ate higher and higher at the tapestries on the castle walls. The smoke choking them, searing their eyes as their mother, Queen Shifta, carried them through the chaos. Shouting came from every corner. Soldiers in Horde uniforms closed in on them, having decimated the guards. Shifta, in her desperation, hid DT and ran to divert the attention of the soldiers. DT watched on in horror as their mother was confronted, captured, and electrocuted with a stun baton. The smell of her flesh as it cooked--they could never forget it. She convulsed, falling to the ground.
The soldiers had only meant to stun her long enough to capture her, but the faulty baton delivered a shock so powerful it stopped her heart. The soldiers backed away from her charred corpse, muscles still contracted and pulling her body in unnaturally tight coils. The Horde soldiers backed away from what they'd done--not because they felt guilt, but because their commander wouldn't be pleased to know they'd killed a potential hostage. They fled the scene to avoid taking the blame, leaving the dead queen.
DT crawled out from where they'd been hiding, rushing to their mother's side. They gripped her hand--still clenched--and begged her to wake up. They sobbed into her, so distraught that they couldn't pick themselves back up to move, even though the fire was creeping closer and closer. If they didn't escape now, they never would, and their mother had just died so they could live. With one last kiss to her forehead, DT found the strength to run.
* * *
DT had had a happy life as one of three children, tended to lovingly by the kindhearted queen of the tropical Green Glade. Adored and respected by her people, the reptile folk, Queen Shifta ruled with compassion. Her power, which she passed on to all her children, was shapeshifting, and DT was the best at it, able to transform both body and voice at a much younger age than either their big sister or little brother. DT loved causing trouble around the castle, pranking the guards, getting in wrestling matches with their siblings over a toy (only to burst into fake tears when Mother rounded the corner), and cuddling their mother before bedtime. For seven years, this had been their life.
And then, in an instant, it was all gone.
The tropics were home to a great number of resources that the Horde could use. Green Glade had always been a secluded kingdom that minded their own business, so although they'd never been a threat to other kingdoms, they didn't really ally with them, either. This left them defenseless to the Horde's onslaught. By the time the original Princess Alliance got the distress signal, it was far too late. They found body after body, including that of the queen and two of her children. The children had suffocated on smoke after the fire trapped them in their bedroom. No one could find the middle child.
* * *
DT ran and ran until their legs couldn't carry them any farther. They didn't know where to go, only that they had to avoid that symbol, those soldiers, at any cost. Their hatred bubbled and brewed inside of them. The Horde had taken their mother, their siblings, their home, their kingdom, their happiness. Everything.
Many civilians of Green Glade fled to the nearest place that would take them--not Bright Moon, but the Crimson Waste. A land too hostile for the Horde to follow, at least not yet. One whose climate wasn't unfamiliar to many reptiles. They could survive here, even if it meant becoming thieves and dealers, and DT could do nothing but disguise themselves and follow the crowd.
Orphaned, alone, in a strange new place where no one knew or cared who they were, where every trace of their old life as royalty needed to be hidden to avoid being captured for ransom and sent straight to the Horde, DT learned to take care of themselves. They learned how to lie, how to steal, how to manipulate, how to hurt, how to spy, how to fight. They took up knife throwing and practiced with both a handheld dagger and concealed blades in the tips of their boots until they were a force to be reckoned with if any Horde scum tried to take them. The years molded an entirely different person than who they could've been if their home had never burned, if their mother had never died.
Their hatred of the Horde only grew. All these nights spent hungry and thirsty, sleeping with one eye open lest their only belongings be stolen from them. All the days scouting out the prey with the deepest pockets and most gullible minds. All the times their trust was beaten out of them, sometimes literally. It was all because of what the Horde had done to them. Given who they'd grown to become, they probably wouldn't have cared about what the Horde was doing to the rest of Etheria, so long as they were left out of it. Might have even joined up with them for their own amusement, or because the Horde had the advantage, and DT had learned the best way to survive was always to join the winning side. But the Horde made things personal that night, the night they'd watched their own mother die. Despite their self-preserving philosophy, that was one line they couldn't cross.
When the unthinkable happened for the Rebellion, the news shook the world. Rumors spread across the towns, and while DT was undercover, they caught wind of it. She-Ra had been captured by the Horde, her mind warped and twisted by Shadow Weaver. She'd been turned against the Princess Alliance and the people she'd sworn to protect. The Rebellion's greatest weapon had become the Horde's, and all hope was lost.
Princess Glimmer and Bow had barely gotten free after being captured during Princess Prom. Glimmer didn't escape her confines in time to stop Shadow Weaver's spell. The Princess Alliance rescued her and Bow, but they couldn't save Adora. It broke their hearts to abandon her.
Catra didn't lose her spot as Force Captain like Shadow Weaver predicted. She-Ra was hard to control, and the spell could break easily if she learned too much about what had happened, or if Shadow Weaver didn't mess with her mind frequently. She wasn't fit to lead like Catra was, and Catra could convince She-Ra to do just about anything for the Horde now that Adora's memories of leaving had been erased. Catra was her best friend, after all. She could trust her. When Catra told her to attack the evil princesses, she'd do it.
What the Rebellion needed now wasn't brute force--that wouldn't win against She-Ra. They needed someone who could sneak inside and separate her from Shadow Weaver's power, who could bring her back where Glimmer and Bow could help her. Someone who could spy on the Horde and learn their schedule, their plans, and everything that made them tick. Someone who could turn them against each other and cause the entire army to collapse in on itself.
DT never saw themselves as the hero type. No, they'd actively avoided that label. They were a criminal, a far cry from Queen Shifta and their old life. But if it was to take down the Horde, they'd do just about anything...and they'd do it for free.
DT let themselves in to Bright Moon. It wasn't hard, disguising themselves as a guard. They waited until Bow and Glimmer called a meeting with the other princesses to reveal themselves and offer their services, explaining exactly how they could be of use. Though skeptical at first, the princesses began to feel hopeful as they went on. It could work.
DT had to prove they could be trusted, so they went on a few missions for the Rebellion, and during this time, they formed a close friendship with Glimmer. She had a mischievous streak not unlike their own when they'd still been a princette. Although the princesses could tell DT was a prankster at best and a criminal at worst, they seemed sincere, so they took the chance on trusting them.
DT knew infiltrating the Horde would be a piece of cake. The Horde had the power, but not the intel. DT approached Catra with the promise of providing her with the Rebellion's plans and whereabouts, all the while only giving her what Glimmer wanted them to give her to mislead the Horde. They had to pepper in some true info, of course, to avoid detection, but they'd often only tell her about one plan while the other half of the Princess Alliance carried out another. They knew the charade wouldn't last long, so they had to act quickly.
The unexpected has a funny way of happening when you really don't need it to. DT didn't think they'd befriend anyone in the Horde. They hated them all: the commanders, the force captains, Shadow Weaver, and Hordak. They hated Catra for her willingness to ruin everyone's lives around her just so she could stand atop the burning pile that was once civilization. But they couldn't hate Scorpia.
Scorpia was like them. She'd been a princess, had a loving family, could have lived a normal life if the Horde hadn't swept in and took it all from her. Out of this kinship came a strong friendship between the two, and soon something more. DT wanted to help her. She didn't even want to stay with the Horde--not really--but she cared about Entrapta and, for some reason DT couldn't fathom, cared about Catra.
But as Catra slipped farther and farther into darkness, lashing out at both Scorpia and Entrapta more and more, DT could see Scorpia just wanted to help drag her friend out of all that. She believed in Catra, but she didn't know how to help anymore. She didn't know if she even had to begin with. To make matters worse, the feelings Scorpia did have for Catra were tossed back in her face once Adora was back in the picture. Catra was so infatuated with an Adora she could control and weaponize that she didn't give a shit about anyone else, let alone the one who had stood by her side through thick and thin.
DT had to get Scorpia out of there. They had to. They spoke to her privately one day, confessing their feelings and revealing themselves as a Rebellion spy. They offered to take her back with them, promising she could do better to help everyone if she switched sides. Swore they'd give her the kind of relationship she deserved, if she'd only give them a chance. Their words got through to her at last, and she agreed to go.
But Catra overheard everything.
DT and Scorpia were captured.
Tortured.
Shadow Weaver wasted no time in using the power of the Black Garnet to send shockwaves through them, making them watch each other writing in agony. That was the part that stuck with DT the most. Not their own pain, but seeing how the electricity contorted Scorpia and made her cry out, not unlike how their own mother perished. It was too much to bear.
This continued for days on end before Shadow Weaver decided DT posed too great a security risk, so Catra and a feral She-Ra were sent to silence them--permanently. After all, not only had they been trying to get through to Adora, but they'd also learned about Hordak's portal plan.
The two brutally attacked DT, leaving them broken and bloodied. On what felt like their last wheezing breaths, Entrapta posed a new idea. Why not send them through a portal from which there was no return? It would be an efficient way to test the new portal machine and dispose of them, she assured. In reality, Entrapta had grown fond of DT and didn't want to see them killed.
Working tirelessly in the lab, feeling more like a prisoner than she ever had, she'd figured out something she'd kept from everyone, even Hordak--how to target not only a location, but a parallel universe with the portal. Thus, she hatched a plan to save DT, and hopefully even herself and the others she'd grown to see as friends.
The idea of letting DT rot in an empty dimension with no hope of escape was sadistic enough for Catra, and let Adora escape the guilt of taking a life with her own blade, which would eat away at her once she powered back down and make her too much of a liability. Entrapta opened the portal quickly, using her pigtails to sneak a small hard drive into DT's dagger holster so that the parallel Entrapta could have the blueprints to make her own portal machine, if she didn't already have one, to send DT back.
She-Ra tossed DT in, and when they woke up, they were in the Bright Moon infirmary, having been healed by a non-corrupted She-Ra in a post-war Etheria. They panicked at first, seeing both She-Ra and Catra, the two people that had just tried to kill them, and demanded to know what they were doing in Bright Moon. Their hand found their dagger, and they pinned Catra to the floor, refusing to let her up until Scorpia walked in, and the shock of seeing her made them drop their weapon. In slow, teary-eyed steps, they asked if she was okay. Much to her confusion, they then hugged her and tried not to cry. The sight of her having relaxed them, Glimmer was then able to assure them that Catra was on their side.
Upon seeing Para!DT, the final piece clicked into place, and they realized what Entrapta had done to save them. After reluctantly accepting that She-Ra and Catra weren't their enemies here, they explained their situation, much to everyone's horror, and presented the hard drive to Entrapta.
Adora felt personal guilt over the situation. Another version of her hadn't been strong enough. Had hurt her friends. Had nearly killed someone.
Catra felt the same shame burning behind her face. Another her had done the unthinkable, something she would've given anything to do just two years ago. It made her sick. She wouldn't allow it.
With a new She-Ra on their side, and some future insight into the war, Rebellion!DT was hopeful once more.
That will be the end for now! If you read all that, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving me your time. I hope you enjoyed a snippet of my intertwining DT-centered paracosms!
