#(au prompt)

[piratefishmama]

Steve, despite knowing it's very much probably not going to happen, messaging the Corroded Coffin band socials to ask if they'd maybe wanna turn up to his DND obsessed kid brother's stag do for a 'surprise campaign' his friends are cooking up cause it'd make his entire year to have his favourite band and favourite DM rock up to his stag do, might even outshine the wedding.

And of course, Eddie HAS to go to this thing, he's gotta, they get tons of random as shit messages, but rarely have they been invited to a DnD stag do.

so they say yes.

And they go, and dustin maybe loses his shit a little but in a good way.

And maybe Eddie should have paid a little more attention to this Steve's account because holy shit has he just found his future husband?????

[dailyau]

“Your flirt game is so bad, no wonder you’re still single.” “My flirt game isn’t bad, and the person I like is a fucking idiot. That’s why I’m still single.” “…Okay, but why are you looking at me like that?” AU

(@dumplingsjinson)

[autober]

#AUtober (or #AUnytime) Prompt Challenge 30+1 Alternate Universe Art/Fic/Etc. genres for your OCs/Fandoms - organised for maximum reusability! Please check @autober’s page for a text version of the list.

Officially #AUtober so it can be combined with other October challenges like Drawtober, but feel free to do it #AUnytime! This list is usable for challenges of any sort - doodling, drawing, writing, or otherwise - and can be used in any way: do all, pick some, and/or combine at will.

Use the #AUtober tag (or #AUnytime outside of October) and tag @autober to be reblogged to the AUtober tumblr. Have fun!

[bookished]

( a collection of starters. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post 💛 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips

"The rain fell in heavy sheets, and I knew it was the day that would change everything."

"Do you ever wonder what life would be like if we'd made different choices?"

"You promised you'd never leave, and now you're telling me you have to go?"

"What's the one thing you've always wanted to do but haven't had the courage to try?"

"Why are you always pushing me away when all I want to do is help?"

"I never thought I'd see you here."

"We used to be so close. What happened to us?"

"Sometimes, I feel like I'm living someone else's life."

"Is it too late to start over?"

"I thought I'd lost you forever."

"The clock struck midnight, and with it, my life took an unexpected turn."

"The dusty, forgotten diary I found in the attic held secrets I never could have imagined."

"I can't believe you said that to them. Do you realize the impact of your words?"

"What do you want from me, after all this time?"

"You were always the one who got away."

"Why did you come back?"

"I've been keeping something from you, and I don't know how to tell you."

"Remember when we used to dream about the future together? What happened to those dreams?"

"You're not the person I thought you were."

"I thought I was doing the right thing, but now I'm not so sure."

"It's never too late to change, you know."

"Let's make a pact: no matter what happens, we'll always find our way back to each other."

"I've been searching for you my whole life, and now that I've found you, I don't know what to say."

"Why did you do it? Why did you betray us?"

"I never thought I'd see the day when you'd come back."

"You've changed so much since the last time I saw you."

"We used to be best friends. What happened between us?"

"I have a secret, and I need your help to keep it."

"Do you believe in second chances?"

"If you could go back in time and change one thing, what would it be?"

"I never thought I'd miss something so ordinary until it was gone."

"You were always the one who understood me, even when I couldn't understand myself."

"I can't keep pretending that everything is fine."

"Life has a funny way of bringing people back together, doesn't it?"

"I thought I knew who I was until I met you."

"What's the worst mistake you've ever made, and did you ever make amends for it?"

"We're in this together, no matter what."

"You're the only one who knows the real me."

"I never thought I'd say this, but I need your advice."

"Why do you always push people away when they try to get close to you?"

"Sometimes, the hardest part is forgiving yourself."

"No matter where life takes us, I hope we'll always have this moment."

[thelemoncoffee]

we all agree Kokichi is a criminal who likes to snoop around in places that he shouldn't be, yk- trespassing for the hee hoo

so what about urban explorer Kokichi?

he has a whole youtube account full of these videos of him scurrying around abandoned structures. i think he'd favor abandoned theme parks and carnivals, climbing around on old roller coaster tracks and breaking into employees only areas.

maybe he has DICE help him by finding a way to power on any lights that still work but never acknowledges it in any form- no note of the fact that it can be powered on or how it was done in the descriptions or comments- people who watch his videos are baffled because the places he goes to really shouldn't be able to be powered on like that. he even reactivated some animatronics he found one time that somehow hadn't been stolen and sold on the black market yet (DICE were the ones who ended up taking them before looters could. they kept them, refurbished the mechs, made them brand new clown-themed looks, and reprogrammed them)

true to my usual "Kokichi prefers to stay anonymous- on the brink of cryptid- online" hc, he never shows his face nor speaks in these, and his username is something that has nothing to do with the content at all

idk man- Kokichi being a very anomalous little urban explorer just sounds super on brand

[the-fyre-flie]

Child Prodigy Figure Skater Bruce Wayne AU for my soul

He's *so* aggressive on the ice that it's like legit concerning that anyone let him wear knife shoes. If you've seen Yuri On Ice, he's Yurio but much much MUCH worse. Less trash talk, more staging you up so hard he doesn't *need* to trash talk you to ruin your confidence and make you flub. He's an all black fit kinda guy, as clean as possible, with very little flashy-ness despite the sport. He's hypercompenative as a coping mechanism, and if he doesn't win gold, he often sulks. He ages out of the sport at like 22, 23, and just moves on. Forgets about it. Becomes Batman and does not bother engaging in the fact that he was a world champion at one point.

The batfam finds out and are like "dude why the hell did you hide this??" and he's like "I didn't? Not talking about it doesn't mean I'm hiding it."

Alfred still has all his old costumes and metals and even recordings of Bruce's competitions <3 he cherishes them deeply because that was probably the last healthy outlet Bruce had before becoming Batman.

[hugsandchaos]

AU where Jazz is an only child and ends up becoming a halfa, but not from another portal incident. Not like Danny’s, at least. Where Jazz went straight to her parents, and now they’re doing their best to help her control her new powers. Where Jack playfully calls her ghost form “Jazz-O-Lantern”. Where Jazz tries to do little nice things when she can like a friendly ghost for the town. Where Jazz accidentally bumps into a kid she’s never seen before and finds it strange that her ghost sense goes off whenever he’s around.

Where the Everlasting Trio are from another town and ran away for Danny’s safety. Where the three of them figure out that Jazz is a halfa before she realizes that Danny’s also a halfa. Where Danny constantly runs from Jack and Maddie because they’re ghost hunters, where Danny tries to better help and teach Jazz. WHERE THERE’S QUEERPLATONIC EVERLASTING TRIO (one of my favorite parts, that’s why I’m yelling it).

[starweaversguidetothehazbinhotel]

More drabbles for the radioapple “Princess and the Frog AU”

Part of the reason I think Angel Dust NEEDS to play Ray, is specifically because of the scene where he is introduced…

THIS SCENE

Can you imagine?

Lucifer(Naveen) and Alastor(Tiana)- Horrified, tangled together in a murky swamp.

While Angel makes BDSM jokes?

Original post on Angel tagged below ⬇️

Inspo from @bookishcatcafe

[rexisan]

I am a fan of both: Jason and Tim meeting as children and being really sweet but ending in tragedy because of his death. To then meeting up again and they're both unhinged freaks obessed with each other, but Tim's better at hiding it. The what if. The duality of they could have been stabile and sweet and worked out. But do to the horrors they two rabid birds clinging to each other.

See same. But I think they were never going to be normal about each other. Both love in a way that can be seen as too much, Tim regardless of anything, would systematically tear down anything that opposed him or his love and lay it at his lovers feet like a prize.

Jason always has a need to hold close hold tight or it will leave. It goes against his nature to let go.

The major difference would be they wouldn't need to feel violent towards each other. But their new love language would be just as strange, probably even moreso to like.. normal company. Cuz as Red Hood and Red Robin fighting is a part of life them being violent would be almost expected to a degree. But as civilians, or just Tim never becoming a cape? Gods it'd be weird. Like it'd be.. healthy? Probably? But it'd be strange. In a fun way.

[pposyaa]

photography au merthur where merlin's life purpose is humbling arthur pendragon's big head

(arthur still magically turns out great in photos)

[piratefishmama]

Baker!Eddie who owns a little shop that only opens in the later hours.

He's not up at 6am baking, no, he's never been able to wake up that early, no point in ever even trying, SO, he caters to exhausted people who get off work too late to make dinner for themselves, caters to the drunk crowd from the bar across the street who really really really just want silly themed cupcakes at 2am, he caters to stoners with hella munchies who crawl out of the woodwork for brownies, blondies, eclaires, or his tasty bread rolls after dark.

And of course, Eddie's favourite, he caters to the occasional visit from the paramedic with the sweet tooth and all the moles who always works late shifts, who really appreciates the sweet treats, the dim lighting of the shop, and the cute dimpled smile of his favourite baker.

[dailyau]

"Teaching them how to hold a weapon properly by standing behind them and guiding their hands, when you notice that their face has turned red" AU

[superineffable]

enemies to lovers au where the hero and the villain always seem to have a bit too much chemistry to the point that the fights seem to just be an excuse to see each other more often. they flirt while in battle. they go through very typical enemies to lover trope plot points where the villain stops other villains from hurting the hero, where the hero defends the villain against other heroes. eventually, villain becomes less evil and destructive because its not fun when the hero actually gets hurt. eventually, the hero puts down their suit because they want to rest and stop worrying their partner. eventually, they just become the story of a retired hero and a reformed villain. a superhero/supervillain enemies to lovers au with a happy ending.

then the au continues when, decades later, suddenly, one day, the villain is back being evil, causing destruction. doesn't seem to be actually causing harm to civilians, but reports are flooding in that it seems to be getting real close to hurting people.

the new band of heroes respond to the threat very quickly, but they're all quite determined to get close to the villain to actually talk to them. it was hard, so very difficult to pass through the number of challenges the villain has surrounded themself with, but one of the members of the team gets close enough.

"stop this!" the young hero begs

the villain turns with eyes red and tired. "you're not my hero"

"i'm not." the young hero was mentored by the old one though. years ago. so this young hero knew this reformed villain that wasnt acting quite reformed.

"i will stop when they get here." the villain answers. "they always stopped me, you know."

but the old hero won't come back. they're gone, passed away. not killed, because retribution would have been quick. blame is easier to place on its rightful owner. but one way or another, the old hero has died. in fact, the young heroes just came from the funeral that the villain failed to attend.

this would be the denial in the stages of grief. where the villain deludes themself into thinking the hero would just come back. a stage of desperation where they remember how they first met and try to recreate it so it happens again and they come back.

but they won't. because they're gone.

[radioactivepeasant]

Snippets Friday: Jak 3 alternate opening

What if the Spargans and Marauders both found the boys at the same time?

Jak's saving grace was that prisoners were separated by age range in this strange and terrible place. He was dropped onto a cot in a smaller cell across from the raiders that had taken his goggles and jacket and boots before they were all captured. Without the jacket, some of his worse scars had been pretty visible, as well as fresh injuries.

He didn't remember when the field medic stepped into the cell, but at some point he was given water, and highly concentrated eco.

"Easy, kid. Drink slow," the medic directed him. He scowled over his shoulder at the raiders in the other two cells. "Bloody barbarians, letting one of their young'uns get to this state."

The water had barely returned even a fraction of his voice, but it was enough for Jak to whisper,

"I don't know them"

The medic pulled back, concern etched on his pockmarked face. Then a knowing look.

"Rot. Okay, okay-" He stood up and ran a hand over his hood. "I gotta report that. Crap, I hope they didn't already schedule the trial."

Jak's blood ran cold. Trial.

Images of sneering faces, stun rods when he tried to speak, flooded his memory and he twitched nervously.

"T-rial?" he rasped painfully.

"Trespassing and theft, possibly murder," the medic answered, almost distracted. "I guess we gotta add kidnapping to that too. Trial by combat though. If they make it through, they earn a pardon. So. Hope you don't mind, you might have to see em again."

The medic patted his shoulder. "I'm going to send down an eco and electrolyte mixture. Try to drink all of it today. Barring medical emergencies, I'll get the ball rolling on transferring you."

Jak didn't put much stock in that. No one who put him in a cell ever really cared what happened to him. He lay on the thin palette, sweating, barely able to roll to his side even after the eco. At least he knew Daxter had made it out. He'd find Jak. He always did.

Across the room, the Marauder who'd taken his scarf glared at him with murder in his eyes. What was he looking at? Jak wasn't the one who got them locked in cells!

The stare unnerved him more than he cared to admit. He had no idea who the bandit was, and yet the man looked at him as though he recognized him.

"What's the plan for the trial, eh?" one of the Marauders asked quietly.

"What plan?" another scoffed, "It's just survival in these dogs' gladiator games."

"Not what I heard."

The one wearing Jak's coat leaned back against the bars and scratched his cheek.

"You know they got all the water and eco access, Berni. Worse places to try to fit in than this."

The one glaring at Jak snarled. "That's treason, boy."

The young man shrugged. "I'm a practical man. You pass a trial, they let you emigrate. No consequences for anything that came before, you earn your freedom. Access to eco, clean water, and a shot at real power. You tell me that don't sound like a good deal."

Some muttered grudging assents. Others were as angry as the glaring one. One of them went as far as promising to kill the man if he tried to defect.

"You won't make it out of that Arena," he promised, "I'll smash your skull in."

"Pretty cold, big brother."

"I'd rather see you dead than a Spargan," his brother answered coolly.

Jak closed his eyes and tried to block them out.

A combat trial.

Well, unfortunately, that was one thing he excelled at.

This talk of emigration piqued his interest. He'd never technically existed on paper in Haven. He had no legal rights or protections -- which was why the sham trial was able to take place at all: they classified the boy their leader had kidnapped as an undocumented immigrant. An easy target to exploit for labor and then betray.

If this city gave you rights just for surviving, his odds had just gotten a lot better.

______________________________

The guards came to take them to the Arena before Jak had finished the electrolyte solution. Which, he guessed, meant that medic hadn't told whoever was in charge that Jak wasn't a Marauder.

The eight of them were herded unceremoniously up a narrow set of stairs and into the blinding glare of midmorning. They were pushed out onto antigrav platforms at the end of the stairs that ferried them down into a massive stadium. There had to be thousands of people in the stands, far more than Jak remembered seeing at the races.

Out of habit, he looked around for a floating viewing pod for a leader, like Haven would've had. Instead, he saw a balcony high above the center of the south wall. He could barely make out a figure seated a little ways in. Did this place have a Baron too? Spoiled nobles enamored with bloodsport?

A flash of orange along the railing caught his attention, and his eyes widened.

Daxter!

There he was, climbing up into that balcony like a man on a mission. Jak couldn't help the small smile brightening his face as he looked towards the balcony.

Gunnar, the Marauder with his scarf, only seemed to get angrier when he saw Jak's grin.

"Oh don't look so relieved," Gunnar hissed in his ear, "He isn't going to save you, whelp."

"Rot you," Jak retorted, jerking away from him on unsteady feet.

An unpleasantly familiar voice rang out over the ring, announcing the purpose of the combat trial.

Pecker.

That overgrown feather duster had survived?! What, had he gotten work as a sports announcer?

The moncaw was just explaining that their opponents would join them shortly when Gunnar suddenly surged forward to lock an elbow around Jak’s throat. He'd caught him off guard, allowing him to drag the boy several steps away from the others. Jak started to fight his way out of the grip, but halted when he felt the prick of the blade against his neck.

"Just try, whelp," Gunnar laughed, "I'll open your throat right in front of him."

Was he talking about Daxter? Jak scanned the balcony, but didn't see his friend.

Gunnar stepped sideways until they were directly facing the balcony, then raised his voice.

"I'll kill him, Damas!" he threatened, "You want the whelp to live? You're gonna have to come get him."

Who the Frith is "Damas"?!

The figure in the balcony rose and stepped up to the edge. Now Jak could make out a well-built man in his late thirties or so, covered in Precursor metal armor and wielding an impressive looking staff. There was no chance that this was just another warrior. This man carried himself like a ruler.

Jak remembered his face.

That was the man who had led the capture. That was the man who had been driving when he was tossed unceremoniously into the back of a vehicle.

The man folded his free arm behind his back and peered down at Gunnar and his hostage. He did not look impressed.

"You think threatening the life of one of your own -- without giving him the chance to defend himself -- is going to grant you absolution?"

Gunnar bared his teeth. An agressive smile, like a shrimpanzee.

"Didn't get a good look at him in the storm, didja, you old wolf?" He taunted. The blade pushed just hard enough to draw a bead of blood to the surface.

"Get off that throne, or your spawn dies."

"The rot are you talking about?" Jak grunted.

He gripped the restraining arm with one hand, the knife hand with the other, just barely keeping some breathing room. He wasn't strong enough to pry himself loose without injury. He needed an opening first. A distraction.

Daxter appeared as if by magic, leaping up onto the rail beside this Damas person. Jak couldn't hear what he was saying, but by his stiff posture, he knew Daxter was angry. He pointed now and then in Jak’s direction, then at the armored man in an accusing fashion. The man's brows rose in a concerned expression, then lowered quickly. With each passing second, the frown deepened into something much more hostile.

"You are mistaken," he called down at last, "I don't know the boy."

Then he reached back and handed his staff to someone out of sight. He set down two small side arms and a knife on the railing, and straightened a vambrace. A menacing smile cut across his weathered face.

"But," he announced, "if you wish to invoke a blood feud, I am more than happy to oblige regardless."

With that, he stepped down onto the antigrav platform and let it carry him down. On the railing, Daxter turned to face the ring and signed quickly to Jak.

Oh

There was a plan.

Clever, clever Daxter!

He had signed, "Found your opening."

[bookished]

( a collection of summer is ending starters or dialogue prompts. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post ♡ if you like, please consider supporting me through tips

"The sun feels different today, like it’s saying goodbye."

"Every time the summer ends, I feel like the wind tries to tell me a secret, but I never quite hear it."

"Did you notice how the colors of the sunset have started to fade? It’s like the sky is getting ready for winter."

"The cicadas fell silent today. Do you think they know it’s the end?"

"The lake looks quieter now, as if it knows it’s time to sleep."

"I swear the shadows have gotten longer. It's like even they know the sun won’t be around much longer."

"I can feel the summer slipping through my fingers, like the warmth in the breeze is fading away."

"The ocean feels colder today, like it’s pulling away from the shore."

"The last of the fireflies are flickering out. I wonder if they know this is their last dance of the season."

"It smells different now, don’t you think? Like the earth is getting ready to sleep."

"The flowers are closing earlier each day. Do you think they know the season is ending?"

"I miss the sound of summer already. The air doesn’t hum like it used to."

"Do you feel it too? The way the light is softer, as if the sun is tired."

"The wind today feels like a memory, like it’s carrying the last whispers of summer."

"The days are shrinking. It’s like time itself knows summer is ending."

"The sunflowers have turned away from the light. It’s like they’ve already given up on summer."

"The sky feels higher now, like it’s pulling away from the earth."

"Every evening, the air smells a little more like autumn. Summer’s slipping through the cracks."

"The crickets sound different tonight, almost like they’re playing a slower tune."

"I saw the first fallen leaf today. It feels like summer is already a memory."

"Do you remember how we danced in the rain that night? It felt like the summer clouds were celebrating with us."

"We spent so many afternoons chasing the sun across the sky. Now it’s slipping away from us."

"Every time we went to the beach, the waves played with us, like they knew we only had a little time left."

"Remember when we stayed up all night, watching the stars? I think they burned brighter just for us."

"That bonfire on the last night of August… it felt like the flames were trying to hold onto the warmth of summer with us."

"I still hear the echo of our laughter from that day at the lake. Do you think the water remembers us?"

"We ran through those fields as if summer would never end. Now they look so still, like they’re waiting for us to return."

"The ice cream melted too fast, the sun set too late, and we never really noticed the days slipping away."

"Remember how the sand felt like it was alive beneath our feet, like it was trying to pull us deeper into the moment?"

"We spent the whole summer chasing sunsets, never catching one the same way twice."

"Do you think the fireflies miss us? They followed us through every twilight, lighting up our path."

"The nights were so warm, it felt like the stars were sitting with us, whispering secrets we’ll never remember."

"We picked so many wildflowers, I’m surprised the fields didn’t run out."

"The last picnic we had… the air was so sweet, like the wind had collected all the fun we’d had and wrapped it up in the breeze."

"We built sandcastles like they’d last forever. Now the beach looks so empty without them."

"We never needed clocks. The long days felt like they’d never end."