#⊹ future au ╱ in another world

[devanitoland]

closed starter for @wyldewillow location: winter's dance

"hey!" devani called out, catching sight of a face that was both familiar and welcome. in case there was any doubt who she was talking to, she reached out and grabbed the wrist of the woman in question - willow wylde, an easy grin spreading across her face. she'd had many lovers in her life, some lasting one night, and some a little longer, but there was something about willow that kept her coming back, every time.

"we have to stop meeting like this," her tone was playful, if not suggestive, and she had yet to let go of willow's wrist. "but since we're here, a drink?" her eyebrows raised in question. "wine, champagne? what are you thirsty for?"

[teenagenutant]

a bit more weird, wild, and less structurally stable than the 2-turtle fusions, here's bosch (raph+mikey+donnie) and machiavelli (leo+mikey+donnie)!

pure impulsive destructive excitement and 'what if your annoying little sibling was also the world's most acrobatic awful cat'

[devanitoland]

"what mother doesn't know won't hurt her," there was a tone of teasing to devani's voice, but it was a philosophy she lived by. she had not seen her own mother since she was sixteen, when she had walked out of her family home and never looked back. she would be furious to see where devani had ended up in life - a fact that she couldn't care less to dignify with a second thought. "what about when you're in your slobs? just lounging around, hair in a struggle bun, desperately in need of a shower? or do you have couture pyjamas, too?" she smirked. she'd been around this world long enough to know the ins and outs of it, but there were still elements that seemed so alien to her.

"good," she leaned in close to mutter the word in her ear, before laughing, momentarily letting go of ginny's waist to spin dramatically before wrapping her arms around her again. it was always flattering to know she had made an impression ; that ginny could remember the curves and plains of her body by memory. "blue?" she repeated, head cocking to one side. "you know, i've always been more of a red girl. they say it draws the eye. but i'll trust your judgement. blue it is."

"Mother would hunt me down if she saw me wearing anything off the rack," Ginevra put on an overly prim tone, accent, demeanor as she spoke the words. Her mother never wore anything other than custom designer clothes. Whatever money could buy. Nothing was worse for Ginevra's mother than to be seen in something someone else had already worn. Ginny had inherited this. Hands on her shoulders, long nails digging into her skin. A message; a warning. Behavior in front of the world was paramount to a Templeton's reputation. Even the way she danced, was only partly for herself. Unreachable in its essence, yes, but tantalizing nonetheless. It was her nature. Knowledge was power, and Ginevra wasn't going to give just anyone that privilege.

Ginevra snorted, and this within itself was so unladylike she quickly lifted her hand to her mouth as though that could cover the noise. It wasn't prim and proper in the slightest, and yet Ginny cared less about Devani seeing it than most anyone else. Garrick aside, definitely. She kept nothing in the slightest from him. "I forget nothing." And that was nothing short of honesty. What she thought was useful, was catalogued in Ginny's brain. Even if Devani's measurements weren't on the forefront of Ginevra's mind, she did remember her hands on the woman's waist. Her body. Her skin. "I am aware," she reassured the woman in front of her, slipping her hand upwards to tap against Ginny's upper rips. "You just need to tell me which color you would prefer. I believe a royal blue would suit you best, but tell me what you think."

[johnslittlespoon]

There we go!

Now- John would either be flabbergasted or impressed. I cant really decide. Lmao

bikeriders clip for context | LOL okay when i saw this teaser yesterday, i was thinking about whether leaving!bikeriders au gale would have pulled stuff like that when he was younger, and a scenario immediately popped into my head; here's a little drabble :-)

we've established that when john and gale first starting seeing each other, john's pretty shy regardless of his impulsivity and not–at–all–discreet thirsting over gale. he's probably very respectful of gale's privacy, not prying a lot despite his curiosity when gale dodges certain questions, scared of being 'too much.'

but a few months in (maybe less knowing him), once john starts to figure out what buttons he can push and which ones he shouldn't, and once gale proves to him (many times) that he's not going to blow up at him or leave him when he messes up or they have arguments? it's game on in terms of making himself at home when he's at gale's place, and clinging to gale like a sloth, and being stubborn and nosy and less guarded, etc.

so one day he's at gale's house, and gale unexpectedly ends up busy with something; maybe he has to get on a lengthy phone call with some parts supplier for the shop, or a guy from the club shows up to chat. either way, john's left to entertain himself, and he's come straight to gale's from college so his laptop's dead in his bag and his phone's plugged in at the table charging. he decides to do a little snooping out of pure boredom.

nothing too out of line, and he's not looking for anything in particular, just trying to pass time, but he stumbles across a stack of newspapers in a drawer of gale's bookshelf that are dated back to like a decade and a half earlier, and of course this catches his attention, because people usually don't hold onto newspapers unless there's something interesting in them, right?

he sits himself down cross legged on the floor next to the drawer and pulls out the first paper and begins flipping through, scanning for anything interesting, and then he sees it:

'gale cleven of casper, wyoming was arrested and charged with 18 traffic violations, but not before reportedly running through 7 stoplights, hitting speeds over 85mph in two 20mph school zones, and causing damage to 4 municipal vehicles as a result of the pursuit.'

john reads it over three times with wide eyes, trying to imagine his gale being so reckless. he thinks about the gale that says "safety first" or "helmet on" every time john gets on the back of his motorbike, and the gale that can hardly handle letting john drive his bike around an empty parking lot under his watchful, nervous gaze, and he laughs to himself in disbelief, feeling like he's just stumbled upon a gold mine of information.

but gale walks into the living room, fondly asking "what's got you giggling in here?" before his eyes land on john and his box of papers. john feels guilty for about half a second before he's swept back up in his shock and excitement, waving the newspaper around and exclaiming "eighteen traffic violations? a 2500 dollar bond??" with unbridled glee, cackling at the defeated expression on gale's face.

"john–"

"–municipal vehicles? what, did you hit cop cars?"

"–i left you alone for twenty minutes–"

"–gale, c'mon, you gotta tell me the story now, you can't just leave me hanging!"

"you're the one who went snooping," gale grumbles, but john can tell he's close to caving, so he puts the newspaper back in the box and pulls himself to his feet, bouncing over to gale and placing his hands on his arms to walk him backwards to the couch.

he knows he's won when gale allows himself to be pushed down onto the couch with a resigned sigh, and john grins like a cat that's got the cream as he settles himself in gale's lap, waiting eagerly.

and gale can't even pretend to be mad.

[frozenartscapes]

*All the Edelgards standing around the counter in their apartment, staring at a broken kettle*

Hegie: So... Who broke it? I'm not mad - I just want to know.

*tense pause*

Christmas: I did, I broke-

Hegie: No, no you didn't. Beach?

Beach: Don't look at me! Look at Brave.

Brave: What? I didn't break it.

Beach: Huh. That's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Brave: Because it's sitting right in front of us, and it's broken.

Beach: Suspicious.

Brave: No, it's not.

Flame Emperor: If it matters - probably not - but Student was the last one to use it.

Student: Liar, I don't even drink that crap!

Flame Emperor: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the tea cart earlier?

Student: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows I prefer teatimes with- Nevermind...

Christmas: Ok, ok! Let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Hegie.

Hegie: No! Who broke it?

Brave, looking suspiciously at Legendary Edelgard: Hegie... Legend's been pretty quiet lately.

Legend: Really?

*fight breaks out*

Hegie, aside: I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

*looks back at the chaos, turns around with a grin*

Hegie: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

[mintharaestermont]

closed starter for @feraylocke, @darkenedsvn, @ellievswann, @ofgoldengrove location : a medieval castle theme escape room

"i found a key!" minthara declared, before the door to the escape room had even been locked. never mind that it had been left out in the open - she had spotted it first, and so, it was her find to claim, and she held it aloft, proudly. she didn't know what it opened, either, only that she wanted to be the one to unlock it. she was not giving up her key easily.

"there's a book here, too," she scooped it up and flipped it open, eyes scanning the page. it was slow going - without her glasses, the words blurred together on the page, but she noted with disappointment that it didn't seem to be a clue. "oh, it's just a little story. you are prisoners awaiting your execution at sunrise, yadda yadda," she tossed the book carelessly at someone else to read properly, her interest in it pretty much non existent.

"what do you think it opens?" she gestured to the key again.

[daceystvrk]

closed starter for @ulises-tarth location: at the fair

"i think i had my eyes closed for that last one," dacey admitted, leaning against the outside of the photobooth as she waited for the little strip of pictures they had just taken to develop. it had seemed like a fun, cute idea at the time, but almost immediately as she had stepped into the cramped booth, she had been unsure how to pose, what to do with her face, where to put her arms, and she was sure that they'd just taken nearly four identical photos.

the strip finally printed, and she picked it up, gingerly, careful not to smudge it before it dried. "yep. see? eyes closed." she sighed a little, before a smile came over her face. "i like the first picture, though." in it, ulises was facing the camera, but dacey wasn't, her chin upturned to instead look at him. she looked happy. "do you want this, or can i keep it?"

[eliaofdxrne]

closed starter for @darkenedsvn location: the 2000's party

quite frankly, elia thought she had the best outfit here tonight. her skirt was tiny, a pleated pink thing that showed off her legs, her tube top doing the rest of the work in ensuring her figure was on display and she was turning heads. she had always been a vain, fashion-conscious creature, and she had spent far too long putting together the perfect look that would have her at the centre of attention.

she was glad of her efforts, though, when she spotted her ex-boyfriend in the crowd. the mature thing to do would be to ignore him. he was with somebody else now, someone elia actually quite liked, and so was she. unfortunately, mature was something nobody could accuse elia of ever being.

"what are you supposed to be?" she tilted her head, appraising aleksander's own outfit with a critical eye. "when they said 2000's theme, they meant justin timberlake or jersey shore. not the guy who worked at blockbusters."

[norbiegrafton]

[devanitoland]

closed starter for @lorduller location: their hotel room, prepping for the hollywood glamour party

"what do you think?" she held up a ruby earring to her left ear, and an emerald to her right, turning so that doran could give his opinion on which she should be wearing. he had been the one to purchase both pairs, so it was only right that he had a say in which ones she stuck in her ears for the night. "or do i just go wild and wear one of each?" she was joking, but considering her style was more eclectic than most, it would not be out of character for her to do so.

"or we could just stay here," she suggested, lightly. "i mean, is it really that important to save some old school for bratty rich kids? we can order room service, watch some tv..." she was teasing him again, knowing full well if they did decide to stay in that there would not be much binge watching netflix. "i mean, if they can't manage to scrape the funds together to stay open with all the tuition fees and whatnot, what good is a fundraiser gonna do? you could probably keep a public school classroom going for a year with the money it takes to send someone here for one semester." perhaps because she was not an alumni, not a high school graduate at all, devani had a slightly different perspective on the matter.

[formal-frog-shoes]

Twiststuck stuff i just wanna get out

Im a huge Cater multi-shipper

Normally this wouldn't be a problem

BUT I CAN'T HAVE ALMOST EVERYONE IN THIS AU HAVE A FLUSH OR PALE CRUSH ON HIM THAT'S ABSURD!!!

[starryluminary]

I have. Drafted the rest of the episodes for the WT Noco kiss comic universe (which I’m henceforth calling “World Tour but NoCo are the only ones kissing.”) My brain is so close to exploding and turning to mush

[mewgatori]

One thing I haven't seen explored much in mg stories where your negative emotions can lead to you becoming the center of a monster of the week event is how does this effect the civilians long term?

Would some people become more emotionally repressed if this situation continued long enough because they know that being openly negative is risky? Like sure you could tell your friend they're doing something that's bothering you, but what if their level of distress at being told this becomes so great that they become a grief monster? Would you really want to take the risk of telling the hard truths to someone knowing they would become incredibly durable, violent, hard to restrain, and almost impossible to reason with?

Would openly emotional people start getting ostracized as people piece together what type of situations normally precede monster attacks? Like do you really want to spend time with the local crybaby knowing anything could set them off at any time and you will need to have an escape plan ready because you can't help them when that happens?

Medical professionals giving diagnoses of terminal diseases is already straining enough but imagine knowing there is a nonzero chance that your patients' struggle to cope with their feelings about the diagnoses would make them become a superhuman level threat to society and you will be in a very small closed room with them(and probably alone) when you break the news. That would make the whole event so much more stressful

I think that's a type of idea I'd like to delve into in the future

[benblvckwood]

closed starter for @emiravmallister location : winter's dance

ben's neck craned, and he observed the man approach the auction box and drop in his bid. he'd been distracted, keeping an eye on who approached it, having already dropped in three bids of his own, all larger than the one he had dropped in before. it was a lot of effort to go to for a signed football jersey, but ben clearly wanted it quite badly, and his competitive side had kicked in.

"what do you think?" he asked emira. "has he outbid me?" he observed the other's outfit as he walked away, trying to deduce if it cost more than his, as if that was an indicator on what kind of bid he had made. "you think i should go higher? i should go higher, right?" he turned to her, waiting for her opinion.

[conallblackbar]

closed starter for @omerflorent location : conall's hotel room

the chair conall was stood on wobbled under his weight, far too small to hold his frame. yet, it did not break, allowing him to slide a sock over the smoke alarm. "there," he said, satisfied as he hopped down and returned the chair to its place by the desk. "we should be fine to smoke in here now." the window was already cracked, allowing the cold air to stream in.

he'd be lying if he said it wasn't awkward. he'd already heard all ronan had to say on the matter of omer and brianna, his refusal to make peace despite con's attempt at mediating. but omer was his friend, too, and so he had resolved that the best thing to do was nothing.

"you want a beer?" he offered. "there's some whiskey in the minibar, but if you drink that, you're paying for it." the beer, he'd brought with him.

[navybrat817]

Navy's Nonsense: 6/5 - 6/11

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Planned nonsense posted 6/9: Erase This Perfect World (Bucky Barnes x Reader) from the Vengeance AU collaboration with @sgt-seabass

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