#orphan au

[starcatcher45]

More Orphan AU Angel please.

For sure!! You can have something I did trying to figure out how I want to render...

The Player eavesdropping on Theodore and his imaginary friend talking. The player is probably about 12 y/o, I just don't know how to draw kids

[deliarts]

so i was cleaning my room today and found some [OLD] doodles i thought would be cool to post :3

BIG MEGA POST MUAHAHHhahha

tndf stuff! [STILL OLD]

ORPHAN AU THINGYS WOOHOO!

Tadc oc stuff i found

(Apparently i had an elaborate object show in mind)

I…. Don’t remember drawing this.. (this must be like really super old bc wth is this 😭)

abstraction gangle lmao

Extra thingies!

Mmmmmmyeah thats it im so tired gang, send me asks about the orphan au or abstraction gangle au or smth idk anymore

[fanfictionsrookie]

I watched Orphan: First Kill a few weeks ago and I couldn't get the idea of an AU where Neo is the murderous little gremlin masquerading as a child out of my head so... Orphan AU?

[thelikesofus]

current buddie wips by the-likesofus (thelikesofus on ao3)

in the process of trying to get inspired to write again i have made banners for all of my current buddie wips:

the sea speaks more honestly to those willing to drown - (pirate au)

It's Only Been a Moment (It's Only Been a Lifetime) - (orphan au)

Platonic Co-Parents Don't Kiss Like We Do - (5+1 Kisses Outsider POV)

Cupid Works Hard (kameron works harder) - (besties babies fic)

Buck's Bad Hair Day (Eddie's Worst Nightmare) - (FREE THE CURLS)

Ask me about them and I may share some snippets <3 xx

tagging some mutuals cos i'm so proud of these banners:

@spotsandsocks @hippolotamus @thekristen999 @lilbuddie @thosetwofirefighters @rogerzsteven @shortsighted-owl @911onabc @loveyourownsmiilee @tomlinpun @sibylsleaves @bidisasterbuckdiaz @jobairdxx @spaceprincessem @loserdiaz @eddiebabygirldiaz @monsterrae1 @bekkachaos @elvensorceress @queerbuckleys @saybiwithme @daffi-990 @honestlydarkprincess @wh0re-behavi0r @bucklikesboys

(let me know if you want to be added or removed from my tag list because there have been so many url changes haha xx)

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

International Dark ‘n Stormy Day & National Earl Day & Writers’ Rights Day

Person A is a writer who during a stormy night, gets a visitor who promises to grant them a wish if they let them stay the night, which Person A agrees. Thinking the wish is fake, they wish for all the characters they felt sorry for to be cared for and loved by good parents. When Person A wakes up the next day, they’ve been trapped in a story world where all their tragic and sad favorite characters are children and now under Person A’s care. Person B is a strange owner of the large estate they live in with their hoard of tragic backstory characters, and who begrudgingly helps them with their task and seems to know more than they’re letting on about the person who granted their wish in this odd way.

[Overflow prompts for today's obscure holidays is available on Patreon!]

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Predatory

Summary: Written for Day 22 of AU-gust 2024. Set during Httyd 1. Orphan AU, I guess. Hiccup loses Stoick during a raid and he's in shock. The wrong kind of man sees an opportunity.

Warnings: Implied Major Character Death

Rating: Teen and Up

Dead Dove: No

Words: 405

Prompts: Orphan

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Gobber, Spitelout

Pairing: /

Author's Notes: Completely taken by surprise myself. I saw the AU-gust blog place today's card and that gave me the sudden idea to write this fic. Might look back at previous prompts, maybe I'll write a couple more, who knows.

Enjoy!

-XOXOX-

He should probably feel sad or angry, he should curse the dragons as he watches the fire rise and consume the ship, but Hiccup feels nothing.

That is his father on the funeral pyre and he feels nothing.

“It’s okay to cry, lad. You know that, right?” Gobber asks softly, taking a knee next to him as his arm settles around Hiccup’s shoulders. All of Berk is here at the docks or up on the cliffs for the funeral, a silence dominates them. It was during a raid that Stoick died. He did so protecting his son, he died a father.

Hiccup doesn’t give him any sort of a reaction, simply stares ahead and watches the fire. Why should he cry? He feels nothing.

Gobber watches him a moment longer, not missing the hollow pain in his eyes, the way he just seems so dull and muted. Like life could go ahead and pass him by now and he wouldn’t miss it.

So he sighs sympathetically as he rises, his knees aching. No child should have to bury their parents this young, but Hiccup has no one now. His mother died when he was a babe, his father when he was 15 and he has no other blood relatives. No grandparents. That leaves him as the sole Haddock, still the heir, probably chief by tonight. It’s early morning now, Berk wasted no time building Stoick a funeral pyre, he deserves to be taken away to Valhalla to feast until Ragnarok.

With one last rub on his upper back, Gobber decides to give Hiccup a moment. He didn’t help with the pyre, he didn’t help with anything, but they don’t blame him like they would with his other mistakes. Every attempt to talk with him is met with silence, like he’s not even here. Everyone can tell that he’s in shock.

But when Gobber leaves him be, someone else takes his place and rests a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, Boy-o,” the hand’s owner uses a nickname usually reserved for his own son. “You’ll be alright, we’ll make sure of that.”

Something inside of him causes Hiccup to move, to give some kind of a reaction at long last. He looks up and finds Spitelout standing by his side.

But he thinks nothing, he still feels nothing. And so he looks back at the fire consuming his father and Spitelout pulls the future chief closer.

[rorimoon9597]

"I don't wanna," Keith pouted. Takashi sighed, staring down at his hands.

Okaasan, what do I do? He thought to himself. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Patience yields focus. Remember that. He opened his eyes again.

"Akira, you have to, alright? School is important," Takashi said.

"But it's loud," Keith whined.

"I know, but once school's over you can come right back home where it's quieter, alright?" Keith studied him, probably trying to detect a lie in there somewhere.

"Okay," he finally conceded. Takashi felt himself relax. He offered a smile to Keith.

"Alright, then. Let's get you ready, yeah?" Keith just nodded in response.

Keith's response to why he didn't want to go to school was ever so slightly concerning. Takashi was fairly certain that school being too loud was not a normal reason to not go to school.

I'll have to see if I can do any research into it. I want to help in any way I can, Takashi thought as he went downstairs with Keith and took the lunchbox that was offered to him to put into Keith's bag and then the lunchbox offered for himself.

"Alright, are we ready to go?" Sarah asked. Keith just nodded his head.

"Yep," Takashi said. He led Keith out to the car, Sarah behind them to lock the door.

They went to drop Keith off first, seeing as his new school was rather close. Takashi went in with him to get him situated in his new classroom, while Sarah stayed in the car.

"Hello! I'm Ms Summers, do need any help?" A kindly woman with her hair tied up in a bun asked.

"Uh, yeah, I'm here to drop him off," Takashi said, motioning towards Keith.

"Alright! What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Keith," he replied in a small voice. Ms Summers smiled kindly.

"Alrighty, then, follow me and I'll help you find your classroom." Ms Summers looked at Takashi. "You can follow along so you know where to find him at the end of the day."

"Thank you, Ms," Takashi said. Ms Summers waved her hand.

"Don't mention it. Let's go find your classroom, yeah?" Keith nodded. He was clinging to Takashi, which he'd gotten used to.

Ms Summers led them to the office, where Takashi gave them Keith's full name. Then Ms Summers led them to the room that they mentioned.

"You're in my class, Keith," Ms Summers said.

"That's cool, isn't it, Keith?" Keith just mutely nodded. "Sorry, he's been like this a lot recently."

"That's fine. A lot of kids his age are often nervous when they start at school, especially when it's in the middle of the year like this." Takashi nodded.

When they got to Keith's new classroom, Takashi bent down to hug him.

"I don't want to be here," Keith said.

"I know, otouto, but you have to be here, okay?" Keith nodded. "Have a good day, okay? I love you."

"I love you too."

"Mr Hippo will keep you company."

"Okay."

"Bye, Keith. Have a good day."

"Bye." Takashi walked out of the room, leaving Keith alone. Ms Summers distracted him by showing him around the room. She had a lot of experience when it came to this stuff. Teachers had to have this kind of experience when they taught younger kids who had only ever been with their parents for four years of their lives.

Takashi walked back to the car and hopped in.

"Right, let's get you to school," Sarah said. Takashi simply nodded, buckling himself in as Sarah started the car again and pulled out of the parking space.

His own school was five minutes away from Keith's school, so the ride didn't take that long. Sarah took him to the office to get his schedule and his locker number, then she left for work.

"You'll be shown around by another student," the office lady said.

"Thank you," Takashi said. The office lady smiled.

"You're welcome. Go wait over there while your guide comes."

"Alright." Takashi went and sat on a seat. He studied his timetable while he waited.

A girl entered the office five minutes later. Takashi watched as she walked up to the front desk and talked to the lady behind it. She pointed to Takashi, and the girl turned to look at him. He noticed that she was wearing a Harvard sweatshirt and baggy jeans. She had a head band on and glasses, too. She seemed like the kind of person to become a class president or become a lawyer.

Takashi stood up as she walked over to him, a bounce in her step.

"Hi there! I'm Emily, and I'll be your guide while you adjust to the school," she said.

"I'm Shiro," he replied. Emily smiled.

"It's nice to meet you Shiro," she said.

"It's nice to meet you too."

"May I see your timetable?" Emily asked. Takashi handed over his timetable. Emily scanned it. "Oh, you're doing Japanese?"

"Uh... yeah."

"Not many people choose to do it. They prefer more romantic languages, like Spanish or French. Japanese is a really cool language, though."

"Uh... yeah, it is. I'm actually Japanese myself," Takashi said.

"Oh! That's so cool! Now, you have English first up. I also have that now. Let's get going," Emily said. She handed him his timetable back.

"Thank you," he said, probably out of habit.

Emily led him through the halls, talking about some of the school's programs that he might want to consider, and then sharing information about some of the teachers. It was nice of her to do so, though Takashi didn't think that he would want to join any after school clubs, not when he still had to take care of Keith. Sarah might be their current foster mother, but Keith would only let Takashi help him.

This is going to be stressful, he thought to himself.

Emily led him to Homeroom, which he also had with her. He felt like the school had decided to put him in a few of her classes so that he would have someone he knew with him.

"Go sit wherever you would like," She said. Takashi nodded, and sat at the very back of the classroom. They had five minutes before school started, and the classroom was full already.

Almost as soon as he left to sit down, Emily was surrounded by a group of girls. They talked to her, glancing at Takashi far too frequently for him to be comfortable. He knew that they were talking about him.

He ignored them as much as he could, though it was proved to be hard when they were looking at him every five seconds. He chose to look around the classroom from his seat and watch how others around him interacted, trying to separate the different groups. It was only slightly hard, though he was only successful at separating the bullies from the rest before the teacher came in.

"Alright class, settle down," he said as the bell rang. Students rushed to their seats. "So, we have a new student today. Takayashi Shirogain, would you like to come up and introduce yourself?" Takashi cringed at the mispronunciation of his name, but he got up all the same and joined the teacher at the front of the class.

"Uh... Hi, I'm Takashi Shirogane, but I prefer Shiro," he said. There were giggles from some of the students.

"Do you have anything you'd like to share about yourself?" The teacher asked.

"No," he replied. The teacher nodded.

"Well, I'm Mr Baldwin. You can go sit back down." Takashi went and sat down in his seat. He breathed out a sigh of relief, but he could still feel some people looking at him.

Mr Baldwin started talking about something else, which slowly took the attention off of him. One of the boys was staring at him. Takashi ignored it.

After homeroom was, as Emily had said, English. There were different people in the class, and the teacher, who was a kindly woman, introduced herself. They played a bit of a game for him to get to know his classmates, then they started the lesson. Mrs Wilkinson caught him up on the work that they were doing. Which, right now, they were watching a movie.

He moved through the day with different guides, all from Emily's friend group. Emily would take it upon herself to be his main guide though, and during lunch she took the time to show him to the bathrooms and ate lunch with him. It was rather nice.

At the end of the day, he left, saying goodbye to some of the people who had helped him.

"How was your day?" Sarah asked.

"It was actually really good," he replied.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Some of the teachers butchered my name, but that's normal. Not many people know how to pronounce Japanese names," he said. Sarah hummed.

"Unfortunately, some people don't care to learn hos vowels sound in other languages. It's a shame, really," she said. Takashi nodded.

They got to Keith's school, and Sarah let Takashi go and get him. He walked along the path he'd taken that morning to Keith's classroom, where his younger brother was colouring in a picture quietly while his classmates ran around. Ms Summers looked up at him and smiled.

"Keith, you can go now," she said. Keith looked up, and his face lit up when he saw Takashi. He packed up his things and bounded over to him.

"Hey, Keith, how was your day?" Takashi asked.

"It was okay," Keith replied. He reached up to grab Takashi's hand. He let his younger brother take it.

"That's good. Are you ready to leave?" Keith nodded.

They waved to Ms Summers and walked out to the car, where Sarah was waiting. Takashi helped Keith then got back in himself. Sarah tried to make small talk with Keith about his day, and she got some answers. Simple sentences, nothing long, no long rants about his day like what Takashi got.

He supposed that it was progress.

When they got home, Takashi and Keith sat at the table together to do homework. Takashi helped Keith out, while Sarah prepared them an afternoon snack that consisted of chocolate chip cookies, apple slices, and bananas. She also gave them a glass of juice each.

When Takashi was sure that Keith's homework was finished, he let his brother go off and play by himself while Takashi worked on his own homework. When he was finished, he cleaned up his mess and took it back to his room.

He went over to Keith's room to find him playing with Duplo blocks. He looked up when Takashi entered, but went back to playing soon after.

"Hey, Akira," he said. Keith hummed in response. "Did you make any friends today?"

"No," came the reply. Takashi frowned slightly. Keith... wasn't the best at making friends. He knew this. Takashi could only hope that he'd be able to make at least one friend some day.

Life was lonely if you didn't have any.

Takashi didn't want Keith to be lonely.

How do I help him? He asked himself, watching as Keith continued to play, stacking blocks onto each other and driving cars along the board that they were stacked on, always in an order, in this one particular way.

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Pt1 pt2

[brimstonesoul]

Orphan Au: Pyrrha is seething. As reluctant as she is to leave her daughter, she has to travel to a designated location to meet not only team RWBY but Ozpin as well. Just a check up, like usual...this time she questions about Jaune and her family. Not only do they lie again but Ruby has the nerve to present a letter her "daughter" wrote her! Her anger boils over

(Gonna give team RWBY a bit of slack on this one.)

Ever since the war escalated, Ruby had very little time to spend with her team and friends. They were winning thanks to Pyrrha but it only made Salem all that more desperate and vicious.

Tonight was supposed to be a usual checkup on their strongest huntress. An ordinary meeting where they would discuss their next step. Ozpin would be away but he asked her to hand Pyrrha a letter from Jaune.

Ruby didn’t realise - didn’t know - just what she was carrying back then. She was too busy to check up on her first friend. Too tired from all the fights and losses and trauma to ask questions.

And now…

Now she was finding out just how much they truly lost.

Pyrrha was screaming in anger and pain as her powers trashed the place around. Metal was bent and twisted as the small cafe was evacuated.

All while the letter sent from “Jaune” was burning on the ground.