#(au prompt)

[bookished]

( a collection of enemies-to-lovers-but-it’s-all-in-their-head 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 🩵

“He thinks I’m insufferable. I breathe and he rolls his eyes. But oh my God, the way his sleeves are rolled up today should be illegal.”

“She despises me. She makes this face every time I speak. But I had to mute myself after she called me ‘unbearably cocky’ in that tone.”

Every “glare” is a panicked side-eye trying to gauge if the other noticed their outfit.

Every sarcastic jab is coded flirting that makes them spiral at night.

Every avoidance is because their heart rate skyrockets when the other is near.

She buys his favorite coffee “by accident” and leaves it on his desk. He thinks it’s poisoned. He drinks it anyway because if it is poisoned, at least he died tasting her thoughtfulness.

He offers her a ride home during a storm. She assumes it’s a ploy to mock her playlist. He plays that exact playlist the whole ride without a word.

They both go to the same party. Avoid each other all night. Leave at the same time. Make out in the elevator like their lives depend on it. The next day: “You regret it, don’t you?” “Of course you do.”

One gets drunk and finally says: “I hate how much I love you and you’ll never feel the same.”

The other, completely shocked, says: “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN? I thought you hated me??”

Cue full-on emotional unravelling. Screaming. Kissing. Maybe some breaking of furniture. And then the softest “I thought I wasn’t good enough for you.”

[thelemoncoffee]

DICE using some sorts of restaurant as a front like mafias do sometimes- or better yet, they're working out the back of an arcade

i don't have anything for this, it just came to me randomly while i was cleaning my closet out and it sounded funky enough to share

[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?????

[sokkastyles]

I've had this idea in my head for a while of a modern au where bending is illegal and Katara is known as a miracle-working doctor but nobody knows that she actually flunked out of medical school and is just using her bending.

It would be zutara because it's me, but I haven't worked out the rest yet. Maybe firefighter Zuko who also secretly uses his bending, and Katara realizes he's also a bender when he comes in with severe burns that turn out to actually not be severe at all?

[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!

[lastbraincellistyping]

So I finally finished telling my brother the full plot of Squid Game S1 and—yes—he was devastated.

(Off topic, his favorite was Sae-byeok. I think he had a little crush. He did not take her death well.)

Anyway, we were just sitting in silence after the last episode trying to process everything, when he suddenly goes—and I’m probably misquoting here... “Only the glasses should’ve joined the game. He would’ve obviously won. Then he could’ve come back and helped our golden retriever too.”

(By “glasses” he meant Sangwoo. “Golden retriever” is apparently Gi-hun. He couldn’t remember names or numbers so he gave everyone nicknames instead.)

I’m kind of ashamed to admit this but—I have never thought of that. I’ve thought about Sangwoo winning. I’ve thought about both of them leaving together.

But only Sangwoo joining the game?? And then coming back??

It’s been an hour and I’m still spiraling. This is pure angst fuel.

Like, imagine: they haven’t talked in years. Then one night, it’s pouring rain. Gi-hun’s out late, probably still worrying about how to get money for his mother. He sees someone barely standing in the alleyway and goes to help—

It’s Sangwoo. Soaked. Bloodied. Silent.

He won, sure. But he’s wrecked.

Gi-hun tries to ask what happened, where he’s been, but Sangwoo won’t say. He doesn’t want to go home. So Gi-hun takes him to his place. Patches him up.

It’s horrible. It’s intimate. It’s extremely fucked up. But if you ignore how he got the wounds… it’s also kind of romantic?

Fix-it AU where only one of them is traumatized. And the other is just confused, worried, and also, on the brighter side? They now have money and Gihun can save his mom too.

[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."

[igotthis-egg]

Finished reading the Solo Leveling Manhwa recently and all I can think abt rn is how Cha Hae-in first became interested in Sung Jinwoo because he’s the first hunter that doesn’t have a foul stench. So it led me to think about those one soulmate AUs that are like “everyone is blank except for your soulmate”. So I present:

“Everyone smells like stinky bathrooms and mold except for your soulmate, who to only you will smell like fresh laundry and febreeze”

Which I personally think would be a HILARIOUS writing/fic prompt. Someone write it rn or I will🏃��♀️💨

[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).

[bookished]

( a collection of drunken confessions 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 <3 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips

(mix of silly, emotional, messy, sweet, and chaotic)

"you ever think maybe we were meant to meet... like, cosmically?"

"i shouldn't say this... but i've been in love with you for forever."

"shhh. don’t tell anyone i said this but... you’re my favorite person."

"you’re so pretty. it’s actually unfair. i’m mad at you now."

"i miss you. even when you're here, i miss you."

"if you asked me right now, i’d run away with you."

"i told myself i wouldn’t cry and now look at me—i'm soggy."

"can i tell you a secret? no one knows this. not even me."

"i don't want to go home. it’s not warm there like you are."

"you smell like safety. that’s weird, right?"

"you always leave the party too early. stay longer this time. stay with me."

"i don't like them. i never did. i only said yes to make you jealous."

"you were my first love. not that you needed to know that."

"you always knew me better than anyone. it’s scary sometimes."

"every time you smile at someone else i feel sick. it’s pathetic, i know."

"i think you're the only person who's ever actually seen me."

"you promised me you’d stay. why did you lie?"

"remember when we used to dream together? god, we were so young."

"don’t laugh but... i wrote poems about you. they were bad."

"you’re everything to me. but it’s fine. you don’t have to feel the same."

"your hands are so warm. i could live here, holding you."

"you were my favorite chapter. i keep rereading you."

"i’m not drunk. okay i am. but the feelings? those are real."

"i wish i was braver when it counted."

"it’s you. it’s always been you."

"do you think we missed our chance?"

"they don’t deserve you. but i was too scared to try to be someone who did."

"stop looking at me like that. i’ll fall in love all over again."

"you said you didn’t want anything serious... but i did. i wanted you."

"i’m scared. and it’s not the booze—it’s the idea of losing you."

"i tell everyone i’m over you but then you look at me and i fall apart."

"you were the only one who stayed when everything else fell apart."

"if i tell you i love you, will you leave? please don’t."

"the world feels quieter when you're near. like everything makes sense."

"you taste like trouble and i’d still kiss you again."

"god, i hate you. i hate how much i still love you."

"every version of me has wanted every version of you."

"you were my home. i didn’t realize until i lost the key."

"don’t leave yet. just one more moment like this. please."

"i think i messed up. i picked everyone else before you."

"if i asked you to kiss me, would you?"

"remember when you held my hand like you meant it?"

"you’re my what-if. and it kills me."

"can we just stay like this? pretend it’s still us?"

"i forgive you. even though it still hurts."

"i lied. when i said i didn’t care. i always did."

"you look so good right now. it's annoying. stop it."

"you make the world feel a little less heavy."

"i saved every text. is that weird?"

"i love you. even if i forget this in the morning, i mean it right now."

[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

[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.

[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

[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