#tkatb au

[cronchybuffalo]

Hi!

I saw your sol and love the loose hair you had for his sleepwear, could you tell me where it's from?

WAIT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THIS GUY OR THIS GUY?

First one is just original Sol that Fantasia makes, his loose hair is just based on the character sheet that dev releases. And the second one is a Sol from one of my (unreleased) AU called "No Attendance Check Needed"

[harunayuuka]

Brittney: You should eat your sandwich before Deryl steals that from you.

Deryl: Hey! I don't steal! I always ask for permission first! *pouts*

Geo: Lies. You do it after you've eaten it.

MC: Here you go, Deryl...

Deryl: Huh? What's wrong, buddy? You're not feeling well? You got a fever? A flu? Are you dying?!

Jess: D-Deryl? That's a bit too much...

Deryl: Oh. Yeah... Haha... Sorry. Er, but what's wrong?

MC: ...

Crowe: I've already asked them, and they wouldn't tell me. *shaking his head* Even when I'm their best friend.

MC: I mean, I could tell you, but you'd judge me. *whines*

Crowe: ???

Crowe: When have I ever done that?

MC: You judged my taste in fictional characters.

Crowe: ...

Geo: You mean... Your crushes on monsters? Of course, he'd judge you.

Brittney: They're fiction.

Geo: Doesn't matter.

Crowe: Anyway, since you opened that up, does that mean it's about someone? Do you have a crush on someone from this school?

MC: Um...

Deryl: Let's narrow it down, Crowe. I'm sure it's a yes.

Jess: I-Is it from this friend group?

Brittney: Obviously not.

Geo: How do you know?

Brittney: MC would never flirt with a friend. I can testify on that.

Jess: O-Oh, right! *smiles* Yes. That's true.

Deryl: Ouch. So Crowe and I are out?

MC: ...

MC: I think you and Crowe have enough admirers.

Crowe and Deryl: *chuckle*

Deryl: Aww~! Thanks for saying that we're handsome!

Crowe: You can tell me who it is. I can help.

MC: ...

MC: I can't do that.

Crowe: Why? Please don't tell me it's because you don't know his name.

MC: ...

Crowe: ...

Crowe: MC.

MC: I don't think I'm worthy, okay?

Crowe: ...

Crowe: That's not true at all.

MC: But you paused to think.

Crowe: *laughs* I didn't mean to.

MC: Deryl, what the fu—

Deryl: This is the smartest thing I've come up with. *carries them around like a metal detector, trying to figure out who their crush is*

MC: No, it's not. Put me down.

Deryl: Give me 15 minutes.

MC: I said put me dow— *sees Sol; immediately falls silent*

Deryl: Hm? You okay—Oh! Him?

MC: No!

Deryl: It's him! Hey!

Sol: *raises an eyebrow at him*

Deryl: Yes! You! My friend has a cru—

MC: *rushes to cover his mouth*

Deryl: *muffled noises*

Sol: ...

[random-shot]

thinking about TKATB reverse au and how everyone head cannons Crowe as a yandere.

BUT HEAR ME OUT REVERSE AU WHERE SOL IS STILL THE YANDERE

HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT:

You knew Sol when you were younger(same as yours and Crowes relationship in the original). Sol knew about his mentality from a young age and does whatever he does with Hyugo (I’m picturing he still works with Hyugo in this AU).

Sol starts to curate this picture perfect persona of what he thinks you will want in a partner. He goes out, makes friends, and keeps up this dream boy persona. Many girls, guys, everything in between and beyond have confessed to him, which leads him to believe that he must be doing something right. You two are currently just friends but Sol isn’t threatened by anyone who takes intrest in you as you already have him(I mean who could compare??? Crowe.) and if they get a little too close…well that’s what his partnership with Hyugo is for is it not?

But then the library scene happens but obviously instead of it being Sol it’s Crowe that you meet in the library for the first time. In this AU Crowe isn’t as much of an asshole pain as Sol was and you actually found yourself having a great conversation.

AND SOL IS ROYALLY PISSED ABOUT THAT BECAUSE WHAT DO YOU MEAN??? This social outcast is winning you over. Do you not see all the effort and dedication he’s put into his perfectly curated front that he made FOR YOU

I can totally see Sol still killing Crowe but it happens after you decide to ditch with him and Geo(Geo is taking Hyugos place in my mind). There would be an option to kiss him there and if you do then he does end up killing Crowe.

Sorry if this is shitty I’m not a fanfic writer. I’ll expand on this when I replay the game

[airisbateswolf]

♡BATIM+TKATB♡

This is a rather unexpected idea for an AU, but I wanted to take a break and draw something different. Batim was my first and the most favorite game, so I wanted to combine two of my favorite games, and this is what came out

[alienfreak124]

the guy in the back, who has horrible social awareness

[miuzeri]

| TKATB Sol & Hyugo - Early 2000s |

wowow, tysm for all the support on the Ren x Yuno crossover drawings !!! 🩷 it was one of the few art pieces in my first week of using Procreate so it's pretty chopped but regardless ily all :3

here's another few concept drawings i drew of Sol & Hyugo ( i love both of them individually / their dynamic lmao )

planning on drawing the rest of the cast but not for awhile since i'm joining ArtFight for the first time soo wish me luck :']

edit june 19, 25 |

there's a few things i wanted to point out now that i've been in the fandom longer:

informed that the game takes place in 2005, so my AU is really only a 3 year difference. atp, i'll consider this more of a redesign instead & change it back to 2005

was told that sol had natural brown hair (then debunked as it was fanart) & i'm lazy to change it to black

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tiktok: miuzeri

video version: go here

[imnottkyle]

I, a Sinner. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ {chap. 1}

MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI

Dear readers, I apologize for my unannounced hiatus, being a retail worker kicks my butt like no other (-ω-、)

Now may I present to you, a Stalker!Reader x Solivan Burgmansia fic, straight from my own two paws hands! Hope you enjoy!

Tags Kinda?: TKaTB VN, Solivan Burgmansia, Sol, stalker, kinda weird in some parts tbh, gender-neutral reader/no mention of reader's gender.

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Dear Diary,

I had a dream last night. I dreamt of him again, the one who will cure me, the one who will save me. I can never see his face, but I have seen his eyes. Those eyes speak to me, they beg me to hurry up and find the face that goes with them, they urge me to come to my senses, to recognize the truth of what is before me. I have to suppress it for now, though. But when my own eyes meet those of my savior, I will know. My hunger will be satiated.

- Y/n

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It was a cool fall day on campus, the gusty wind scattering leaves about in mesmerizing patterns. Your gaze fell on a singular reddish-orange leaf in particular, it was just so bright. Already late for class, you strode on over to the tree from which the leaf resided, and with one gentle tug you plucked the pretty thing. Rolling the stem in your fingers, you examined your small prize, smiling as you did so. Lately you were taking greater appreciation for the smaller things in life, even if they did happen to be as fleeting as leaves in autumn. A sudden chill struck through your bones as you stood there, a reminder of the chilly weather about you. Shivering, you tucked the leaf in your coat pocket and hurried away into the main building and the delightful heat which it held.

For some reason, you had enrolled in an art class. Well, if we're being honest here, you did know, but the thought of your reasoning was simply something you refused to dwell on for too long. Either way, it was one of the more relaxed classes, and you were hoping to make some friends at last. After a long, tiring day of essential classes, it was truly a joy to spend some time doing something you actually enjoyed. And here you were, slipping into the room, an early arrival. Tossing your things down in a seat near the window, you meandered the classroom, admiring a few of the displayed works made by students in previous years. A little statuette caught your eye, made of clay and shaped in the form of a sleeping woman, you felt a sense of peace wash over as you gazed at it. The arrival of your fellow classmates made you jump a little, your body stiffening as they filed in. 'Just breathe.' You told yourself, trying to overcome the rush of anxiety. Fortunately, it seemed that none of these students took a particular notice to you, as they all appeared to be engaged in conversations with one another, a luxury that made your stomach flip.

Your mind seemed hazy, thoughts wandering where you didn't want them to go, unable to focus on whatever the teacher was saying until you heard him clear his throat, "Ahem, Y/n, we're gonna start partnering up now." Your cheeks burned hot, palms suddenly slick with sweat, you gave a shaky nod and peered across the room and into the sea of eyes that were all looking at you. Your stomach was completely in knots now, your brain barely able to keep up as you panicked in silence. There, practically two feet behind you, sat a young man who appeared to have no partner (or any interest in this class, to be honest). Adrenaline rushed through you as you opened your mouth to ask the guy if he needed a partner. And that's how you found yourself awkwardly sitting across the stranger, a charcoal pencil locked between trembling fingers. Ah, yes, you were a legendary artist in the making.

He was silent. You were silent. It was awkward. You never were the greatest at making friends, and even worse at acting like a normal human being, and now this situation felt like your own sort of personal hell. Focusing on the task at hand, your fingers clumsily worked along in quick, defined strokes. A voice broke your concentration, "You're practically hiding behind that drawing pad." You flinched, a sound escaping your throat, an attempt at a laugh it seemed. "Sorry." You whispered, not really wanting to make conversation. Hadn't you wanted to make friends? Weren't you trying to overcome this feeling of dread within you? Yes, but now, with him, it was all too much. You rushed the sketch and quickly flipped the paper in your partner's direction, practically shoving it into his hands. The bell rang, and like Houdini, you vanished.

'Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…!' Your heels slammed into the sidewalk as you fled the campus, coat thrown on and backpack slung across your shoulder haphazardly. You could feel one of your textbooks digging into your shoulder blade, but now was no time to stop and adjust it. Down the street you went, your mind a blur, only focused on one thing; getting home. Breath came out in shuddering gasps as you finally turned at the corner of your apartment, jamming the key into the lock, you practically threw yourself inside, slamming the door behind you and sinking down against it. Your hand slipped into your pocket, carefully extracting the leaf that you saved. Gentle fingers traced against the visible venules, your eyes taking in the leaf's distinct color. A frenzied giggle broke loose from your chest, and so did an overwhelming sense of fear. You knew. You had watched for days, months even, always keeping a careful log of things, always remaining at a distance. But this changed everything, this was your sign.

The gap was closed. It was him.

[pastelagremlin]

Sol as a centaur unicorn from my mythical creatures au 🦄💚

I also plan to draw Crowe someday, and maybe others!