#( au tbt ; )

[weirdmamagnet]

Small little continuation wip of that comic I worked on years ago! I'm sure it's fine. [TLDR; au where everything is the same, but Ford was there since the beginning. S1 is just him keeping secrets like mad. Bill finds the game of keepaway hilarious.]

[feardrummed]

@coastercrushed got me yapping about an au when i already had brainrot and therefore gets a starter

there are people they'll try to drive out of the park—adults, generally, although anyone else who immediately tried to run were let go. someone who was freaking out killed the mood, after all. but the boy seemed to be about the right age, it's worth showing the park in full to him, see if they all like him. and to ollie, well, it helps that he's cute.

she's the first one to speak to him as the lights flicker on. perched on the back of a park bench not far from baba vanga where the film rolled had been dropped, although she had grabbed well before he got this far into the park, she smiles. "looking for something?" she holds the film roll up and rattles it for a moment. "did everything like, go back in time or whatever? phones replaced this shit a long time ago, or like, digital cameras or something if you're a real snob about it."

[dcgfight]

@ahogechef AU AU!

She was a mess of filth and broken bones when she saw the light leaking out from the house's backdoor. It was rare Iako would stumble this far into the city, keeping to her alleys and fighting pits where she'd knock some poor sucker out and earn enough to eat that night. That was what usually happened. But now she wandered in a concussed daze with empty pockets and an emptier stomach. (Spitefully, she took pride in knowing she hadn't been knocked out. No one had managed the feat yet despite her size.)

Though it was the light that drew her in like a moth, the rest of the city being mostly dark thanks to the hour, it was the smell of something freshly baked that made her take her trespassing to the next level and try the knob. Unlocked. Maybe she was hurt more than she realized and was now seeing things but if she was, the bread on the counter was a welcome illusion. It was soft and fluffy in her hands and sweet in her mouth. For someone on the verge of starvation, covered in blood and barely standing... it was probably the best thing in the world.

She'd scarfed down half the loaf when her legs finally lost the strength to remain upright and Iako collapsed but made sure to take the rest with her. And that's where she would be found, half conscious, mindlessly chewing and warmer than she's ever been. Hell, she didn't even hear the footsteps almost twenty minutes later.

[fusionbolts]

@tabletbound // I know I said I'd write it on Sunday but I have a spare minute and AU brain

"You again." That Paldean scribe. Hadn't they all left by now? Surely enough time had passed for whatever remained of their forces to depart. A quick glance told Adair that he was looking a bit worse for wear since the last time they'd met, too. Something must have gone wrong here.

"I know this is a stupid question, but—are you alright?"

[lieshot]

@protectxthem

At some point, the days all started to blend together. It was the same thing every day. The total darkness of a cell, being dragged out, trained, beat and broken down, thrown right back in. A never ending cycle to wear down the mind. It always came at random intervals, never allowing Barney to know the day, the hour, any sort of relevance to keep his head STRAIGHT. Initially, he had met violence with violence, getting his fair share of swings in. Then, bit by bit, piece by piece, he started to wear down with a quiet COMPLIANCE settling in. As if he had any choice in the matter.

There was some sort of scuffle just outside his cell, he heard shouting, the unmistakable sound of a BODY hitting the ground. Must be someone trying to escape, he thought. Someone else to be dragged right back to their cell if not placed in a body bag. Barney was quick to dismiss the noises after only a few short moments, curling back into the corner of the pitch black cell. Only a single pair of footsteps out there now, growing louder, growing closer.

Until the door was suddenly opened. Barney was quick to raise a hand, shielding himself from the sudden intrusion of BLINDING light. Shadows cast upon the wall, the man huddled into the very corner as he found it at least gave him a MOMENT before he was often dragged out. He anticipated it, muscles tensing for hands to shoot down and haul him to his feet. Barney was a far cry of who he used to be as he sat there, just waiting instead of immediately SWINGING. Weary blue eyes, bruised and scarred skin. Paler than he used to be from lack of sunlight. And just waiting, anticipating rather than REACTING.

When no grip came, he slowly lowered his hand to see who stood in the doorway. There were about twenty different faces he expected to be there. But none of them was that single face staring down at him. Barney's eyes squinted as if it might dispel whatever ILLUSION stood before him. It had to be fake, couldn't be real—— he had long since stopped hoping to see that face one day. Older now, sure, but that same stupid ass face. He must be DELIRIOUS at this point, losing his damn mind as he shook his head. It wasn't fading, wasn't morphing into that of his tormentors.

❝  Clint? ❞ His voice shook, dry and hoarse though whether it was from the dehydration, or the common SCREAMS he gave, there was no telling.

[dalishborne]

“  i don’t wanna get up.  ” (Doesn't have to apply to the meme <3)

Morning After Starters (Selectively Accepting!)

Revenelan chuckled softly as her fingers gently threaded through Vasco’s hair, cradling him against her chest beneath his bed sheets. His bed, always his bed; though her clan had caught wind of the burgeoning connection between her and the sea-captain, she wasn’t ready for the torrent of questions and curiosities that would follow the revelation of their bond. Revenelan and Vasco could only steal fleeting moments together, their responsibilities pulling them in opposite directions for weeks. She wished to stretch these stolen seconds, uninterrupted and devoted solely to him.

They lingered in this embrace, a tangled web of limbs, silently basking in each other’s warmth, slipping in and out of sleep to the comforting thrum of their beating hearts. Revenelan looked down with a tender gaze, her lips curling into a content smile. From her view, all she could see of Vasco was the top of his head against her, his cheek pressed to her blackened chest. The covers were snug under his strong arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close as if she might slip away at any moment. Yet, Revenelan had no intention of leaving; she wished instead to meld into his very being, to be closer to Vasco than the depths of his own soul.

But how foolish to entertain such a love, destined to end. Revenelan stilled, her face falling. That venomous voice had returned, breathing life into the murky doubts that tainted the edges of her bliss. He is of the sea, and I am of the land. When all is said and done, would it be right to anchor him from the waters he calls home? Would he even wish to remain? Revenelan knew she was bound to the life she was born into, the role she was destined for. She could never leave her clan for such selfish desires; and Vasco...

Revenelan swallowed thickly, her head tilting to observe her lover's face, grateful that he had chosen to rest his eyes, shielding him from her doubt. She studied him—the chiseled edge of his strong jaw, the soft curve of his lips adorned by the unique vallaslin of his sea-faring tribe. She traced the straight bridge of his nose to his low brow, gingerly following the blueish tattoos that adorned his face. The reality of her dark thoughts settled in, that her time with Vasco would likely, inevitably end all too soon.

She tightened her arms around Vasco, burying her nose in the crown of his dark hair, inhaling his familiar scent of sea salt and earth.

“Let’s not, then,” Revenelan murmured into his hair, planting a kiss before she continued. “Let us stay here, close our eyes, and pretend that time has stopped around us. Just a little longer.”

[spookyagentfmulder]

Closed Starter For @shilohgreen

X-Files were something he usually kept to himself and Scully, seeing as how barely anyone else seemed to take the work they did seriously, but this was a special case. Well, they were all pretty special in his eyes, but that's beside the point. This case in particular he felt like he needed an extra set of eyes on. He needed an outside perspective, and another like mind to perhaps see outside of the box he had accidentally put himself in. Agent Mulder could really only think of one person.

Class was just about to be over, and so he waited patiently outside the door of the room with the X-File under his arm and a cup of coffee in each hand. Might as well bring a little present/peace offering for the man he was about to ask a favor from. He hoped this wasn't pushing the bounds of their friendship, and would understand if Will turned the idea down. He had enough on his plate as it was.

[ofamplify]

@gohjuo discord stuff / slightly plotted.

oh, she hated herself. With how much she was fighting while texting him. she was on her way to his place. Like she had no feelings for him, but sleeping with him? she had no issues with. But at the same time, as she told him, she wasn't going to be one of his one-night stands. that wasn't far to her at all. But she was going to ignore her feelings tonight. Driving she couldn't help but wonder why he didn't just come to her -- he's the one wanting this more than she did.

Well, this was proving her point wrong.

But when she got to his place, she sat in the driveway and looked at his place. She always forgot how big the place was and no wonder why he would rather be there than her apartment. Even so, the woman couldn't help but exhale and sat there for a moment. Debating on whether she wanted to go in or not. Staring at her phone for a moment she started to text him again

[ Message sent to S. Gojo ]

Utahime: you know, I hate you right? Like, really really hate you. I didn't want to think about you this way. No, but you had to go and tease me. Utahime: I really don't want any lip with what I'm about to say. Nothing at all, alright? Utahime: Come open your door.

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[ofovertime]

"one kiss, it's for the cameras."

it was a week since. Nanami allowed the other to post about their relationship. Lately, he has been going to a lot more places with him because the other has been asking him to. He has been very lucky that the people he has working with have been wonderful about this. But even so, Just knowing this is what he is doing. Every time they go out. it has been strange for him.

He has seen more Camras around him than anything in his life. Holding The white-hairs hand, he followed behind. This was rather strange for him to get behind, but at the same time he enjoyed it. yet the moment the other stopped and pulled him closer to him. the flashing was everywhere and the other's comment made him sigh for a moment only to lean over and give the other a kiss on his lips for the moment before pulling away. Head looked down, but he smiled a little bit.

" there, happy?"

[flosalatus]

@pacifistwithagun | Reincarnation AU

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Vash always knew he'd live a long time, if something or someone didn't kill him first. He'd already reached over a hundred and still felt pretty young, despite how perilous his life was.

But he hadn't expected exactly how long he'd live. He'd expected to outlive his loved ones, but not their children, their grandchildren.

He lives to see humanity grow, everything he'd fight for falling into place, people co-existing with Plants, the planet healing, the sand sea slowly being blanketed in green, until it's almost unmistakable from pictures he vaugly remembers of Earth.

They've finally made a home, and he's so happy for them. He feels so warm and content whenever he watches people living their lives and sees love and happiness and peace.

And yet there's something equally as hollow where his heart should be. Not longing, or meloncholy. Just...empty.

He's tired, he decides, dragging his feet across the threshold of the church, nestled in the heart of what he remembers once was December. It's the best explanation he can come up with for the cold, hollow, sinking feeling.

He's old, he's tired. He's lived too long, his hair a testament to that alone, barely clinging to a flash of blond in a sea of ink. Sometime's he can't bare to look at the reminder. Even dyed it once.

He'd settled for a haircut in the end, an undercut that left him more fluffy than spikey. Familiar but diferent. He'd kept it for the last 50 years so far.

Vash doesn't enter chruch often. Doesn't like what they remind him of, the niggling feeling that he's commiting some kind of blasphemy just being there, like he's not allowed or worthy.

He's not sure what drives him there today, bags under his eyes from nearing a week of little to no sleep, thin from even longer avoiding meals, the hollowness spread from his chest to his toes, consuming.

And yet he finds himself slipping into a confessional almost without even processing it, practically in a daze as he lets out a quiet sigh, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the partition.

He doesn't have a plan on anything to say, hadn't even planned on coming here, let alone how this is offically supposed to work, and yet he finds his body going through motions he recalls watching with rapt curiosity, and when his lips part he can't stop what spills forth.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's..." He falters, breathes forcefully to steady himself. "...I've never done this, actually. someone...told me how it works. A long time ago but-"

A lump in his throat forces Vash to clear it, wincing at the sound. Was that rude? He really didn't remember the ettique for this.

"Um...I think...This is going to sound...odd but..."

"I've lived...too long. This is my sin. I've lived...and I've lost. And I'm tired. I've started wondering...If this world needs me anymore, if I'm still of any use. If it's really worth still going, if there's anything left to keep living for."

"There's no one left. And I don't know what to do anymore."

[cryoexorcist]

l4d2 au but chongyun refuses to use guns. instead he uses a katana the whole time for the cool factor.

[feardrummed]

@slaughterlocked au go brrrr

There days, it takes a lot for Ollie to go to one of her father's locations. But she's never really minded testing games for her father, and him offering to give her something for helping makes her decide to give an exception to that. Unaware that would never come, or what he was really asking of her.

"Christ, 'm surprised you still keep this one open. There's no one here." Making it a good place to do something sketchy without anyone to see it. To Ollie, it just makes the place look even weirder. Just test the game and get out of here. Wrong.

"Alright, where's the game you wanted me to try?"

[rufusofshinra]

"I just wanted to look you in the eye and thank you. I have learned so much." — "Glenn" Lodbrok.

That... was not possible.

Rufus' eyes widened and then narrowed at the rebel standing right in front of him. Dear old friend Lodbrok. As optimistic as he was naive - and apparently a lot more durable than he should be.

He stood straight, proud. When he shouldn't stand at all. Rufus had confidence in his abilities with a gun. And that bullet had met its mark. He had seen the blood and the large Ex-SOLDIER crumpling to the ground in a pitiful heap. That was where he belonged, along with all those idiotic dreams and hopes - threats and ultimatums, too.

And yet he stood here.

Darkstar at his side gave a low growl, eyes unblinking and red boring into their opponent.

A slender hand laid on the beasts head, as if to tell it 'Not yet.' as Rufus had a smile playing around his lips, cold and uncaring.

"Oh. What a surprise to meet you here."

The mockery in his words could not be overheard, even if one tried.

"And here I was, thinking the SRC's logistics hadn't come that far yet... I shouldn't be so surprised, huh? After all... the Viceroy seems to have it all under control."

His fingers caressed over Darknation's fur, curling in before a coin somehow slipped between his fingers. Flipping over and over between them. A small game. A show of him not worrying about the giant undead rebel right in front of him. A way to calm his thoughts.

"So? Then get on your knees and thank me. And better reiterate exactly what lesson I taught you."

@madeofthreads

[hisnewera]

[Sephiroth] so ... you think you're ready .

[        📲       Sephiroth     :        ]        you know this isn't right. 

[        📲       Sephiroth     :        ]        you make this near impossible. 

[        📲       Sephiroth     :        ]          But I guess I will meet you in the normal place if you want. 

PINTEREST SEXTING STARTERS || accepting. || @hiislegacy

[wolfvirago-m]

❝unclench your jaw. you’re going to grind your teeth down into nothing.❞

𝐒𝐈𝐗 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 ( 𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐔𝐆𝐎 ) 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 [accepting] [x]

A long, shuddering exhale filters through her nose, nostrils flaring. It would be entirely too easy to ignore the king's advice. Just to spite him. Inflict her own pain and frustration on someone, even if he hadn't done anything to deserve it.

It wasn't his fault she had fallen down. It wasn't his fault that a hole had opened in the mountains of the Lost Woods, deep in the never ending abyss of trees, mists and demons.

"At least if I ground these fangs down, I would seem human." Robin muttered, even though it hurt. Tears pricked at her stubborn eyes, fists clenched at her sides.

The thousands of golden flowers around them make her nose ache from the sweet scent, dizzying in aroma. It's too much.

@kyffhausr

[artistmarchalius]

Broppy Capture AU, where Branch didn’t confess after World Tour, but a love confession when all hope seems lost is just what they need to free themselves from Velvet and Veneer.

A version without text can be found under the cut.