#hfau

[19thcenturylover]

I needed to join this trend and at the same time draw them AJDJJD— Im surprise how it turned out at the end, specifically Mirage :"]♡

Also, As usual for me, I made a Humanformers version jiji :P

[kukuraga]

Fantasy au - I start kcd1 and can't stop thinking about Henry-halfelf because of how cute and big his ears

[resistance-insanity-central]

How long have you been working on HFAU? Any comments you’d like to say about the recent chapter? Any bits you’re proud of or excited about?

oohhh, man... I think I came up with the concept of a highschool au last October, and I've been looking for text receipts because I do all my yapping in one discord server. and I first mention what grew into HFAU at the end of January. but I really dont think I wrote that all in two months.... and I just checked the version history of the master doc and I did. oh my god im insane. um. yeah. so i probably started thinking about the idea in late December/early January (minor update a half hour later. i actually came up with the concept during November. whoops). and now we are here!

regarding comments, I just wanna say that writing Beebs to have seasonal depression was completely an accident. I figured it would be cool to incorporate sun imagery, especially because a lot of the actually "horror" things in the au happen at night. and because Beebs was the pov character, I had to wind all that in there, and it just kept building and building. But really I think the way it ended up, with him hating fall because it just means everything is going to die and feeling uncomfortable with the cold, is really really good. Because without even meaning to (I think) it underlines a strained relationship with himself and his family/heritage: because, of course, in the show, he is from a likely rather cold planet. His species is based of walruses. and the idea of him hating the cold and the winter and having seasonal depression in another world just feels very poetic to me.

and also!!! im very excited to possibly explore Shrike a bit more. but i will say for clarity's sake that Shrike is separated from his birth family and Tezzorre is his foster mother, except she isn't the best (always away for work and also. still Tezzorre and rather militant) and he doesn't trust adults easily anyway. Also I am trying to incorporate more of Shrike's spanish speaking into future works, but I am taking a Latin language class at the moment and keep. mixing them up. and also im learning German on my own so its pretty difficult but!!! I will be trying!!!

And for bits im excited about... theres something about a wiffle bat that I personally really like, but also. well. I'll just say babysitting :) im really excited to be able to include that at some point. oh and also name. Just the word name. yeah :)

[a-sociopath-do-your-research]

Hoping Tumblr doesn't butcher the quality of this drawing

MORE THANATOS FROM YOURS TRULY!!!! This is how he looked like when the twins were teens!

(more info under cut)

For those who are confused!! This is Thanatos, a fusion between Technoblade and Wilbur from my au ,(In the higgs field au)

He, of course, changed how he looked with the two growing so he's got many designs!!! This is one of the... [Checks notes]… 5 designs I've got down!!! Of course little details change depending on the day and what they're wearing but they mostly stay the same :3 this is him anywhere between 16 to ~20, if I did the maths right

[underground-potato-farm]

« Look, I’m an atheist, but when God sends me to Hell, I want him to hesitate »

The name's Technoblade.

I made this blog under suggestion to keep myself sane in this ravine. Feel free to interact, I suppose.

✦ Technoblade uses he/him

✦ Technoblade is Aroace. No flirting allowed.

✦ SBI as a family of some sorts is canon in this blog. If you're a Wilbur/Tommy/Philza blog and wish to interact, keep this in mind! (We can work out details if you wish so)

✦ anyone's free to interact, even if not from Pogtopia era.

✦ Technoblade has AuDHD (we love projecting)

✦ Technoblade is a shapeshifter!

✦ @jubilees-lost-lullaby is Wilbur

✦ The author does not support ccWilbur.

✦ No nsft interactions.

1. Again, techno's aroace

2. The author is ace themself.

✦ If you have any complaints about how I handle this blog, the block button is right there.

- "oh this is so ooc-" block me! I don't mind!

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Tag guide:

#Pig.Squeals - posts by Technoblade

#The.Voices - asks

#Talk.from.beyond - author speaking

#Guitar.strings - tag for Wilbur

#Higgs Field Au & #HFAU - simply what this au is called. Sometimes the author will make content about it on main so if you want to check it out…

Will be using c![insert here names] for characters, And duo names without c! Before.

Other tags to be added (I'll make new ones if I interact regularly with certain blogs)

[onemilliongoldstars]

Please grant us a little sneak peak of something to celebrate Lexa's triumphant return

This is definitely more than a peek, but I love this scene, so please enjoy this extract from the high fantasy au I’m still slowly trying to write. For some context, it’s a fantasy ‘verse in which Lexa, an elven queen and pseudo goddess, suspects humans of kidnapping her brother and takes Clarke captive in return. Clarke works to prove the innocence of her people and together they are flung into an adventure which unveils many mysteries.

Also sexy bath time, but they still hate each other at this moment.

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From the steps they emerge into a large, warm cavern, in which a natural pool of water sits. The surface bubbles just slightly, and Clarke eyes it with uncertainty even as the elves encourage her closer. Torches settled into notches carved into the wall fill the room with a warm, soft glow, and it is only as they edge closer to the pool and one of the elves gasps, that Clarke realised there is already a figure floating in the water.

With her shoulders and head visible above the water, Lexa looks like a selkie from the old sailor’s tales, her long hair dark and slick and her eyes glowing green. Though the water covers some of her modesty Clarke can still see the faint outline of high breasts and long legs, and she can’t help the flush that rises to her cheeks at the sight.

“Your majesty,” The elves are already bustling her away, bowing their heads, and Clarke casts a mournful look back at the warm pool. “We’re so sorry, we didn’t know you were still here.”

“It’s alright, Althreya.” Lexa’s voice is low and calm, and when Clarke looks back she is levelling them all with a steady gaze. “Allow our hero to stay, she must be tired after today.”

The elves cast astonished glances at each other and then at Lexa and one of them dares to say. “But- your majesty-”

“Truly,” Lexa shakes her head, and if for a moment she seems weary and defeated Clarke can shake it off as a trick of the light when the queen fixes her with a challenging smile. “I’m sure Princess Clarke won’t mind.”

Clarke squares her shoulders, and it is mostly her desire to be clean and warm that prompts her to say. “Not at all.”

The elves hesitate for only a moment before ushering Clarke out of her clothes, unwinding the wraps that cover her breasts and urging her out of her small clothes. Clarke can feel her cheeks heating again, but when she casts an uncertain glance back at Lexa she finds the queen leaning back against the side of the pool, her eyes closed as the water laps around her.

Hurriedly, almost slipping in her haste, Clarke slides into the water, a soft sound escaping her lips at the warmth. Beneath her feet the pool is smooth rock, with a few outcrops for sitting, and when she pushes herself away from the edge the water goes as high as her chin at its deepest. Taking a breath, she dunks her head below the water, running her hands over her face as she emerges to slick away the excess. When she opens her eyes she finds Lexa watching her, her lips quirked in amusement, and bristles.

The water is so warm and soothing that she is loath to let the queen ruin it for her, so she shuts her eyes and dips her hair into the water again, battling against the many knots and tangles that snag her fingers. Her hair was tangled after so many weeks without bathing anyway, but the wyvern blood has made it matted and thick such that she fears she will have to cut it all off to get anywhere close to clean.

“Here.” The voice is so close that Clarke startles, her eyes springing back open to find Lexa only an arms length away from her. She is holding out a clay pot and after a few seconds of hesitation Clarke scoots just a little closer, peering at the soft white substance inside.

She is acutely aware of how close they are to one another, and forces her eyes not to flicker down to the graceful curve of Lexa’s neck and collarbones, the proud rise of her breasts just visible below the surface.

“If I wanted to kill you, there would be far easier ways.” Lexa intones, wryly, and Clarke blinks herself back to reality and hopes that Lexa assumes her flush is from the warmth of the water.

She dips her fingers into the pot, taking a liberal amount of the substance into her hands and lathering it over her hair. It smells pleasantly of lavender and feels gentle against her scalp, and as she scrubs harder she watches Lexa lathering her own hands and begin working methodically through her own hair.

When Clarke dips her head below the water and washes away the thick cream, she finds that the tangles and knots in the hair ease away, and a soft sigh of relief escapes her at the feeling of finally being clean.

Lexa has put the pot to one side when she glances back and is squeezing the excess water from her own hair. Clarke’s words escape her before she can stop herself.

“I’m surprised that you do this for yourself.”

Lexa’s gazes fixes on her slowly, and she considers Clarke for a moment before saying. “I often don’t. My handmaidens will bathe me most of the time, but occasionally I want the time to myself.”

“Yet you let me stay?” Clarke quirks an eyebrow, watching curiously as Lexa arches her neck, pulling her hair to one side and twisting as she reaches for a different pot, to reveal the notches of her spine and a strange scar at the base of her neck. For a moment Clarke thinks she sees a faint white glow below the puckered skin, but then Lexa turns back.

“It’s the least I could do for the hero of the day.” She comments, idly, but there is an interesting flash to her eyes. “If I had known we had such a fearsome warrior in our midst I might have armed you… or guarded you more fiercely.”

[19thcenturylover]

We are a few days away from the premiere of ROTB and I'm just in finals week soo— I don't have much to post :P

"Primal, please tell me: How many more of these losses do I have to endure, How much blood from my friends must I have on my hands to be the great hero that you think I am?" (A silly thing jiji xd)

Sketch and ideas for Cheetor's suit, I may never use it but it's good to have those references xd

and a mirage doodle that gave me a headache but never posted. I don't like it but now I have an idea for the suit JAJDJD

[kukuraga]

Fantasy au sketch. I start kcd1 and can't stop thinking about Henry - half-elf because of how cute and big his ears