#slayer!au

[moon-mage]

Still tired and exhausted this week but I finished this at least!! I'll write more stuff later but until then just enjoy the big bad Slayer running from some uber scary vampires.

[calywitsune]

WAAA I GOT ON A ROLL WITH THIS AND COULDN'T STOP!!

Slayer!AU Dokuchi!! The Poison Hashira ☠

Manga spoilers below!!

Dokuchi lost his right arm in his youth to a demon attack, which lead him to discovering the Corps and persevering through training to join them. His technique is akin to fencing to facilitate his one-handedness. After finishing the final selection, he was assigned Saiboku as his swordsmith, who had already been creating prostheses for slayers with disabilities; his side project was trying to engineer prostheses that could emulate the kind of human movement Yoriichi Type Zero could do (a task made more difficult seeing as he was not permitted to take it apart).

Suspending some disbelief as to how the prosthesis works, think of it as a rudimentary form of automail from FMA. There are gears inside the arm and joints, along with a few wires that are attached to the musculature of the wearer to facilitate more natural movement. It would be a highly invasive procedure, one that Saiboku did not want to just test on anyone until he knew of a less invasive way to affix it to a slayer. But Doku was certain he wanted to try Saiboku's prototype.

The arm is made of Paulownia wood! "Empress Tree or Princess Tree", traditionally planted at the birth of an aristocratic baby girl and fashioned into a dresser on her wedding day. Its light, warp resistant, and the low silica content reduces the dulling of blades. Perfect for sheathing and protecting a hidden blade (like Hyakkimaru's prosthesis from Dororo).

Doku can fight two-handed now with the prosthesis, and it makes every day life much easier, but he tends to prefer his one-handed style as it's what he's used the most.

Also don't worry, lil Akane is still with him in this AU~

[earthnashes]

so a wounded twi crash into the woods near shy place is there was snow on the ground does shy have a warm spot for spike

Fluttershy doesn’t find Twilight near her woods, but she does feel a strange sense of waning aura and the critters all around her are chittering frantically about. Shy doesn’t quite know what to make of it at first, but she can understand the jist of what her critters are saying.

“Dragon!” they caw and howl and bark, gathering at her large paws in fright. “Big Dragon! Fell from sky! Danger!”

Fluttershy initially decides to try to ignore it; the last thing she wants to do is face another dragon, a large dragon at that. She wouldn’t stand a chance, it’s safer to just stay near her den…

But a few of her bird friends fly to her and squawk at her, having actually seen the dragon falling through the moonlit sky, and they cry “blood! Blood! Dragon bleed!” Some are eager: a possibly dead dragon will feed the scavengers for months. But some seem concerned: blood attracts unwanted visitors, draws unwanted attention, and it is something that must be dealt with.

The yellow dragon draws a deep quivering breath to herself. Besides… she may not prefer the company of other dragons, but if this one was hurt… well, she couldn’t just leave them there  on good conscious. So with a quick instruction to her more brave critters to check the perimeter for any other threats, she uncurls herself from her den and gracefully slinks her way between the trees, following a few of the birds who have witnessed the crash landing.

It doesn’t take long before she can find her own way; the stench of blood becomes sickeningly strong once she clears the edge of the forest and begins ascending the beginning hills that roll into mountains. And it takes shorter still to find the source once she crests one of the many hills, stopping just short with a startled gasp.

Lying in a small pool of its own blood was a lavender dragon, the only indication it remained alive being the violent shivering it exhibited. It laid on its side, trapping one wing beneath it and the other to lie torn and limply at its side. It didn’t seem to be awake; the gasp Shy released was by no means quiet, but it barely twitched or even seemed to register her presence. What perplexed her more, though, was a tiny little pegasus colt pushing futilely at the dragon’s muzzle, his wails of panicked frustration echoing into the night air.

Fluttershy felt unease prickling at the back of her neck and took a single step back, for a moment at a loss of what to do. Her momentary consideration to leave was broken when the pegasus collapsed to his arms and knees, his shouting turning into choked sobbing. Her heart ached at the sound, and with a moment to compose herself, she took a few careful steps forward.

She was startled backward soon after when the colt snapped his head up at the sound of her approach, fear entering his stricken expression for less than a second before he got up and fluttered his wings in what she assumed was a threatening display. He tried to curl his face into a snarl, but he got no farther than a weak grimace. “H-hey! Don’t come closer! O-or I’ll…”

He seemed a bit lost at that: what exactly could he do to a creature who’s claws were as big as he was? Whatever it was, he’d try it, but Shy took another slow step forward (which he responded to with a step back, closer to the fallen dragon) and lower her head to his level. He made another choked sound.

“Shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay…” She soothed, lowering herself to a full-on crouch. Anything to make her appear smaller to the boy. “I won’t hurt you, it’s alright. I just want to help.”

The colt stared up at her, seeming unwilling to relax and wings fluttering nervously. Shy tried again:

“What’s you’re name? I’m Fluttershy.”

At that, the colt finally started to ease is posture bit by bit, and he answered, “I… I’m Spike. Y-you said you can help me?”

Fluttershy’s eyes flickered up to the dragon laying just behind Spike, her heart hammering in her chest. She was close enough to see the fangs only partially hidden from a half-opened mouth, the strong claws of its paws, curled horns. It certainly had more mass to it than she did; she never did feel comfortable around larger dragons…

But the colt touched a brave hand to one of her own claws, making her look down at his pained expression as he forcibly repeated, “You can help us, right?”

Another nervous glance at the unconscious dragon before she drew in a calming breath. On its exhale, “I’ll try,” and she moved forward to get within reach. She placed a careful paw onto the dragon’s chest, mindful of the wound there, and reached out with her magic, wincing in sympathy at what she felt.

Magic’s almost completely drained… Broken ribs, broken wing… Multiple lacerations… spells? She feels so cold…

“What’re you doing? Is she gonna be okay?”

Shy was broken out of her examination by the questions and she looked down at Spike, who eyed her glowing paw wearily. She pulled away and cleared her throat. “She’s… um, she feels… cold.” Shy grimaced when Spike’s face went pale; a dragon being affected by the cold was never a good sign, and he seemed to know that.

“I’ll uh, I’ll try my best. But we need to get her out of the snow, okay? I-I have a den, um, it isn’t too far.” Fluttershy let her eyes trail over the dragon’s for a moment before looking off to the side, worried. “B-but I don’t think I can carry her myself…”

The two fell silent at that. Shy could probably drag her back, but not without worsening injuries, and Spike helping was out of the question. There had to be…

“Oh!” Ears perked as an idea leapt forth in her mind. Summoning her magic, Shy placed a paw before the dragon, and after a few seconds of silence the ground beneath them rumbled. Spike squawked as trees, growing horizontally, formed directly beneath Twilight (and in proxy, himself), lifting them up off the snowy ground as they grew. Soon after vines followed, threading themselves smoothly through and around the trunks of the strange-growing trees, before wrapping forward in a looped end.

The glow around the flora didn’t dissipate even when it did from Shy’s paw, and she grabbed the end of the vines to tie it snug around herself in a makeshift harness. Momentarily forgetting himself, Spike gawked at her with an awed expression. “Wh-wah? How’d you…?”

Fluttershy looked back and gave a shy grin, a small blush forming on her face. She’s never gotten such a reaction from her magic before. “I-it’s nothing really, just flora magic. But stay away from the ledges, okay? I d-don’t want you falling…”

At that, Spike seemed to remember himself and sat close to the groove to Twilight’s jaw, pressing as close as he possibly could. Fluttershy grimaced as his childlike wonder faded in the face of the situation, and without really thinking she asked “w-would you like me to explain it?”

Spike looked up at her, and she said “my magic. Do you want me to talk about it?” He seemed to understand what she was doing, and answered with a wearily grateful nod.

Shy gave an experimental tug on the vines and took a few strained steps forward. The makeshift sled came smoothly with the pull, and satisfied, Shy began her heave back toward her territory, filling the air with her quiet chattering and Spike’s equally quiet questions.

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Bruh writing’s hard, I need more practice. :/ But there you go. uwu

[moon-mage]

So Jamil won and honestly, I agree. The concept of Jamil being the vampire slayer verses Leona and Vil as vampires would really align more with his character and be a fun crossover. I still had some ideas for Leona and Vil as slayers so I might blab about that some other time but Jamil the vampire slayer will get his own post and drabblings and art <3 I’m still super inspired so hopefully I’ll do that this weekend! It’ll be his late birthday gift :3

[moon-mage]

So I still wanna work on the N2 Squad Slayer AU thingy but right now my hyperfocus is on the horror story I can’t shut up about. This a doodle compilation centered around Slayer!Jamil that were originally in entirely separate canvases. @eeveelution4567 was like “brah you are so in love with Jamil” and I was like “whaaat” and they were like “nah you are obsessed with him rn” and I realized oh crap I am in Jamil Hell right now. I cannot get enough of this man lol.

I can’t help drawing him he’s so pretty and that deadpan face just is my favorite and his HAIR HIS HAIRRRRR. Oh featuring Kalim because he can’t escape him even in AU teehee. 🤭 The bloody art has a story and I actually drew this the same time I drew Leona and Vil double teaming to smooch him.

I imagine that happened not too long after word got out that Jamil was the chosen Slayer. Jamil gets attacked in his sleep by humans. Hired assassins that did not like the idea of the Slayer being so close to the Al-Asims AND the watchers council. This is the first experience of Jamil having to kill humans for his own survival and it stirs up the whole “are the vampires really the monsters here?” question. It shakes him more than he lets on…yeah poor bb. 😔

[calywitsune]

Slayer!AU Dokuchi! Spoilers for the manga below--

Poison Hashira, of course. Lost his arm and gained those scars in a demon attack when he was younger.

The long and short of his prosthesis is: my swordsmoth Saiboku had already been working with prosthesis for slayers with disabilities, but had been tinkering with some that would give more dexterity and flexibility. To do this, he observed Yoriichi Type Zero for many many years (as he was unable to take him apart and reverse engineer it). Many prototypes made by him and his wife were better than previous versions, but Doku brainstormed with them to create the most recent prototype he donned. Think very simple automail from FMA: he needed some invasive surgery to connect some wires to his muscles, that would in turn help internal gears inside the arm function more like a real arm. It does the job, as in it allow him to function somewhat normally on a day-to-day basis and gives him enough dexterity to use the hidden blade (insp Hyakkimaru's prosthesis from Dororo) in battle if need be.

Although Doku does have use of two arms technically, his breathing style is specifically tailored to his one-handed capabilities. Think fencing, very agile swipes and stabs. He relies on that technique first and foremost, as he was a slayer for awhile before he got his prosthesis

Also! His arm is made of paulownia wood: “Empress Tree or Princess Tree”, traditionally, the tree is planted on the birthday of an aristocratic baby girl, and when she married the wood is used to create a dresser as her wedding present. The wood is light, warp resistent, and the low silica content reduces the dulling of blades.

Finally, his sword holt is based on the Japanese Star Anise: very similar to the safely edible Chinese Anise, but highly toxic if ingested. It contains anisatin and sikimitoxin, which inflames the kidneys and digestive organs, and can cause vomiting and seizures :D

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In the reverse dragon au what is rainbow dash’s thoughts when rarity tells here twilight is a dragon

Well, Rarity doesn’t tell her at first, and her silence concerns the ever loving hell outta Dash. Rarity’s a social butterfly, she likes to converse and trade small gossip and express herself vibrantly… but this Rarity isn’t like that at all. Dash hasn’t seen Rares this upset since the dragon incident many years ago, the one that shook whatever doubts Rarity had about dragons’ morality.

After they return from the open fields when that lavender dragon flew off and Rarity turned in her reports of the incident she just kinda… stopped. Not physically: she still did her daily training and ate and everything, but she seemed to be entirely lost in her own thoughts, eyes dulled with whatever her mind haunted her with.

At first Rainbow thought it was because… because Twilight died. It was a hard pill to swallow, that possibility; there was no trace of the librarian in the remains of the library and the search team couldn’t find any remains in the fields either. Initially she feared that meant the dragon ate her friend (to her pained horror) but Rarity confirmed that Twilight was, indeed, alive. She wouldn’t elaborate how, where, or why she knew that, and while Rainbow originally thought to grill her friend for more details (Where is she? does she need help? Why are you keeping this from me? What about Spike, where’s the kid? Is he okay? Why did we let that dragon leave, Rarity??) Rarity asked her to give her a few days. And just seeing the state Rarity was in was enough for the pegasus to agree, but she was reaching the end of her patience now.

By the time Rainbow was just about to say “fuck-it” and corner Rarity for answers, the unicorn approached her with the promise that she was ready to tell. Everything.

And so they leave to somewhere private, probably Rarity’s home, and they sit down and have what feels like one of the longest talks Rainbow’s ever endured. Rarity explains what happened in that clearing, how the dragon spoke to her, begged for its life… how the dragon claimed it was Twilight herself, that she meant no harm.

How she had nearly slain the dragon when Spike stopped her from doing so. The dragon, one of the very things they’re specially trained to kill, doing nothing more than just… flying away. Never attacking, never retaliating, just… leaving, broken and bloody and clutching Spike with so much familiarity it hurt to see, what that implied.

And when Rarity finally stops talking about it Rainbow’s… honestly at a loss. It isn’t often that she’s speechless but there she was, without a word to utter, staring blankly at the little cup of tea steaming gently before her, untouched.

The two friends sat in silence mulling over the information, before Rainbow finally lets out a quivering sigh. She feels herself shaking a little bit and she looks up at Rarity, her best friend, looking so lost and pained and almost disgusted with herself for reasons she doesn’t seem to quite grasp. 

She did the right thing, right? Moving to kill the dragon? Dragons aren’t creatures of morality, dragons do nothing but lie destroy, maim, eat, kill. This incident is too similar to the one from the past, from several more after it: it isn’t often a dragon can parade themselves as a pony but when it does, it’s usually to infiltrate towns, cities, and gut them from the inside out. They’ve done this for years, she’s done this for years, and her judgement has rang true and has saved lives numerous of times. She did exactly what would be expected of her in this situation.So why does it feel so wrong this time? Why did she let the dragon go?

Rainbow seems to see all of it running through her head and finally, it elicits a reaction from her: anger.  

“Can’t fuckin’ believe this, all this time a dragon’s been hiding out here all willy-nilly, just under our noses, and I didn’t even notice!”

Rainbow glares hard into her harmless cup of tea with her teeth grit nearly hard enough to grind. “Right in the open, smack-dab in the city, and it befriended us?! US?!”

Rainbow has long since forgotten about her cup, having got up to pace in agitation behind her seat. Rarity doesn’t move to stop her.

“For Celestia’s sake we’re Hunters! We’ve been trained for this shit for most our lives, hell we lived through the real deal most our lives and we still couldn’t tell?! Bastard’s gotta be good at magic to maintain a spell that long, that complex, and still keep it hidden.”

Rainbow’s feathers are beginning to bristle now, hands clenching so hard she nearly draws blood as she growls, “That fucker played us. Destroyed the library gods know what else before we got there… And now it’s got Spike?”

The pegasus stops at that as her eyes widen. “Wait… wait it’s got Spike. It nabs a kid and Celestia isn’t doing anything about that? What the fuck? W-we need to do something! Why isn’t she doing something? We ca-”

“She isn’t doing anything because I didn’t add it in the report.”

At last Rarity speaks and Rainbow’s fur stands on end at the comment, staring hard at her friend while said friend continues to look down into her cup. Infuriatingly calm.

Rainbow starts and stops words trying to leave her mouth, unsure of what to say, before she finally settles on the biggest question of the night:

“Why.”

She doesn’t phrase it into a question. Rarity at first doesn’t answer, and Rainbow takes a stiff step closer as she demands hoarsely, “Rarity, why. That… that’s… the kid’s in danger! Rarity it’s been days, by now the kid’s hurt and scared or… o-or worse and you allowed it to? To just take the boy and not say a damn word?! What’s your problem!?

“My problem is that Spike KNOWS Rainbow!”

Rarity doesn’t stand, she doesn’t yell, but her ears are flat and her blue eyes almost seem like they glow against the candlelight as she meets Rainbow’s gaze. “You don’t think I’ve thought about this? That I’d let a defenseless child just be carried off into danger without a single care? Spike knows what Twilight was. He always knew. And he covered for her.”

“He stopped me from… from killing the dragon. When you found me disarmed? It was because of the colt. And he kept insisting that he knew, that he knew, kept asking me why did I do it. He was so angry with me, Rainbow… horrified at me. I…”

Rainbow’s stare bore into her, studying her for a long while, before she threw her arms out and says, “Alright, so the kid’s insane! Maybe he’s hypnotized or somethin’! You can’t honestly believe he’s right in the head if he thinks that, right? Nevermind any of that, that doesn’t change that fact that he’s still in danger Rarity!”

“He isn’t. Not from the dragon. You weren’t there to see it Rainbow, he ran to it, the dragon. And it… how she just…” Rarity mimicked cupping her hands and cradling them carefully to her heart, “she just picked him up and held him like he were her own child.”

Rainbow made a disbelieving and harsh scoff as she said, “You can’t seriously fuckin’ believe that the dragon was good?”

Rarity’s silence was telling. Rainbow’s expression dissolved into an incredulous one and she gave the smallest shake of her head, eyes searching Rarity’s face. “You… you’re joking, right? You can’t honestly be considering this?“

“I… I don’t know.”

“Rarity you need to know! I dunno if you remember, but the last time you ‘didn’t know’ had a dragon kill nearly an entire village!”

She regrets mentioning it the moment it comes out of her mouth. 

Rarity shoots up from her chair and whirls on her with her horn engulfed in magic as she snarls, “I still have nightmares of that night, Rainbow Dash, the faces of those villagers haunted me for years and they still do!”

It’s Rarity’s turn to pace now (she never paces), her hands running haphazardly through her mane and nearly pulling as she continues, “I know it’s foolish to think so, even after everything we’ve seen and I can’t find it in myself to fully believe it and even then, I still couldn’t kill the dragon! I-I couldn’t bring myself to let the last arrow fly because I don’t know.” Rarity slows her pacing to a stop and just hides her face in one tired hand.

“It.. not once did she try to do anything. All this time we knew her, she didn’t do a single malicious thing toward us, or toward anyone. Even when she…. And I don’t know why.”

Heavy silence weighted itself in the room as the two Hunters stood still as a statue, both unsure of where to go from there. Rarity kept her face hidden in her palm, Rainbow kept her gaze on Rarity, her shoulders sinking with a feeling of guilt and just a barrage of emotion. She didn’t truly know what to think, it it’s clear Rarity had struggled with this more than what she let on, all those days spent in a thoughtful silence.

Rainbow gave a heavy sigh and tilted her head up to the ceiling, searching the rafters for an answer. They of course didn’t give her one, so she turned her gaze back to the unicorn and gave an unseen, half-hearted shrug.

“So then what’s the plan?”

That surprises Rarity enough to look up. “What?”

“You can’t have put this much belly-achin’ in the whole thing and tell me you haven’t thought of a plan to figure it all out, right?”

Rarity stares at the pegasus, takes in her posture: shoulders hunched and hands in her pockets, unsettled by the information but now far more willing to hear her out. It isn’t an apology, she’s never been good with those, but Rarity sees it for what it is: Rainbow ultimately trusting her judgement.

It’s… reassuring to say the least, especially when she’s doubting her own judgement.

She releases a breath she wasn’t fully aware she was holding and stands up straighter, giving Rainbow a strained smile.

“I believe you could say I have an idea, yes.”

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Welp here you go. Dialogue’s hard. ;_;