#AUception

[shohai]

@brighteuphony

Yep, got dragged in the angst again. Now, I’m invested in this.

[fangbangerghoul]

It's WIP Wednesday!

Tagging: @atonalginger, @eridanidreams, @silurisanguine, @therealgchu, @staticpallour, @a-cosmic-elf, @lisa-and-shadow @bearlytolerant (no obligation and feel free to still tag me!)

I am still working on chapter 9 of Fleeting Pleasures but I did release some chapters for Ghoul Files to hold you over as you wait!

Below is a wip that might be a part of Ghoul Files at some point!

The ship had flown into orbit of Volii Alpha and Ghoul was still awaiting the all clear to land in Neon. The ship’s ID markings were not legal ones but as long as Jazz pulled through on her end the planet’s security system wouldn't be none the wiser to it. Ghoul’s fingers impatiently tapped on the side of the captain’s chair and she was trying everything in her might to think of anything other than the reoccurring name that repeated in the back of her mind. Masako Imada. The one person she always hoped to avoid the attention of whenever she revisited Neon City. Her wanted bounty was technically paid for thanks to the once wonderful Constellation members but Ghoul was not quick to forget her 'mother’s' true nature. 

“You’re cleared for landing.” A voice came through on the comms allowing Ghoul to finally initiate the landing sequence. She was starting to regret her lack of thought when it came to her wardrobe this morning. The green sweater and cargo pants fit her well and comfortably. Those were important considering she acknowledged how often she found herself in impromptu combat, but she knew very well that if it was raining, she would soon be soaked to the bone. The ship used it’s autopiloting features to land itself into the designated landing pad the security team had sent to her ship. It was convenient as fuck and it made Ghoul’s life that much easier, which she enjoyed. Just like she enjoyed the face Delgado gave her right before she got into her ship to leave. Stern on the exterior but his eyes spoke a different language that only she could decipher. 

Ghoul got up from the chair in the cockpit and untied her hair to fix it for the moment. It was very disheveled and it was hard to decide how she wanted it. The final decision ended with half of her hair and bangs tied out of her face while she let the rest of the green curls rest on the back of her neck. She was well aware she still looked like she had just gotten out of bed but appearances were the least of her worries. This had to go well, for Del’s sake. He was stressed enough as it was and having a face the whole Settled System’s could recognize in a heartbeat had to be frustrating. There was a part of her that was worried how recognizable she still was on this planet but she pushed the thought to the side thinking perhaps it had been long enough. Her knives were in the captain's locker and she equipped the blades throughout places on her body. They were of various sizes for their appropriate places and each had etchings of different symbols that mattered to her. It was one of the few gifts she ever accepted from Del and it was one of the first gifts that represented their unspoken union.  

At the entrance of the ship she hopped onto the ladder then exited from the main hull and her boots clanked loudly against the metal. It was the only sound she heard till the landing bay hatch opened to dark gray skies and suddenly there were overwhelming sounds of crashing waves in the distance, thunder, and ships that flew in and out of the space port of Neon City. She was hesitant at first but after a deep breath Ghoul let herself exit the ship fully. The wind and rain caused a bit of a distraction at first but she quickly adjusted herself and ignored the pelts she felt on her from the raindrops falling so viciously.

[honeyxmonkey]

So, uh

[fairysteve]

witch!steve: 18 years old, maybe a month after the mall burnt down, has honeydew with him

model!steve: 22 years old, from 1989 but left hawkins after graduating '85, has so much wrong with him, has sexual experience with men

ghost!steve: died at 16 when facing the demogorgon, been a ghost for about 2½ years, tied to the nailbat

horror house: 14 years old, baby freshman who hasn't fallen in with tommy and carol yet, brings the horror house with him

reverse kidnappings: 300-400 years old but stopped ageing at 19, has not left the house since he was a child, only recently learned that it's no longer the 17th century

the identical steves: 16 years old, has an identical twin brother named steven who has lived their life, not really allowed to be his own person, from before will goes missing

the replaced boy: 17 years old, not a real human, doesn't know the truth yet, but is noticeably Off, maybe a month after the tunnels

benders of hawkins: 17 years old, has had water powers for a year but doesn't know how to use them, accidentally freezes things since the bullshit scene, before the train tracks

so mix of ages and experience with the upside down! and now they're all in the same house!

[daboyau]

You have been spored!!

Asldkdjsjs omggggg. I was so excited to get a competition ask, I hope you don’t mind but this inspired like a whole thing. Here, have an au of the au where someone besides Donnie winds up as the tribute. I hope you like a little gore and angst. 💚💚💚 @boots-with-the-fur-club

@tmntaucompetition

The moon hung low and heavy in the sky, its perfect roundness painting the world in silvery strokes and deep black shadows. There had been a full moon the last three nights, and Mikey wished that they’d just let it go. It had been pretty the first night, with the sky all lit up with stars and the pockmarked moon so much bigger than he’d ever seen it in real life, but now the sight of that forever unchanging sky made him feel sick. 

It hadn’t taken long to figure out the first night that fires could be seen for miles around. He’d heard the screams echoing throughout the eternal darkness of the arena as one by one, the people who had lit their fires for warmth or comfort were found and killed. He’d curled up in the hollow beneath one of the massive dead trees, covered his ears, and waited for the cries to stop. When the sun never rose, he realized that the only way to count the passing days was when the tributes’ faces appeared in the sky, accompanied by beautiful meteor showers, like that stunning display would somehow distract from the fact that they were only the backdrop of death for the Capitol’s entertainment. 

Mikey had counted three faces in tonight’s Death Toll that he recognized: The girl from Seven who had spared his life when she’d found him sleeping in the open the first night, the boy from Eleven had showed him a better way to scale the fake trees in the training room in the days before they went into the arena, and the boy from One had smiled at him from across the cornucopia as they stood on their pedestals and waited for the countdown to reach zero.  

After their faces had faded from the sky, Mikey huddled down in his little shelter. His stomach hurt, hunger gnawing away at his insides after days of scavenging and scraping to find things that weren’t going to poison him. He’d seen what happened to that girl from Three. He didn’t want to die like that. If he was going to die, he was hopeful it would at least be fast. 

Anyways. People had learned really fast not to light fires, after the massacre that first day. Night? It was hard to tell anymore, since everything around them was always this same silvery shade of grey. It was making him feel all jittery, like he’d climb out of his skin soon whether he wanted to or not. Whatever. Either way, people had learned not to light fires. They all just dealt with the cold and the unboiled water. 

He was sure that Leo was probably having a fit any time he saw Mikey drinking his water without boiling it. He’d gone on and on about how dangerous that would be, and how the Capitol had poisoned water supplies before, and how the last thing Mikey needed was to wind up with dynastree and die that way instead. Diestrenee? Distrack? Something like that. It didn’t matter. 

What mattered was that Mikey was hungry and thirsty and tired, and he’d only seen the world around him in washed out shades for three days. Maybe that was why he couldn’t stop himself from leaving the tenuous safety of his shelter when he caught sight of something strange out in the wasteland of the arena. The sudden appearance of a pop of bright color was irresistible; a siren’s call of stimulation for a brain left itching inside his skull after so much stress inside a greyscale world of terror and death. 

He crept across the burned out world, staying low to the ground and staying alert for any sign of any of the other tributes. Maybe this was a trap laid by someone. There were only eight of them left, after all. It made sense that they’d want to draw someone out and have a fight start to lower the numbers even more. Raph would say he was being reckless. Ha! Like he wouldn’t do the exact same thing if he were in Mikey’s shoes. 

Maybe the Capitol citizens were getting bored of the endless night and the dying wasteland, and they wanted to see blood staining the dirt and glistening black in the silver moonlight. They probably thought it was pretty. Maybe he was creeping towards an ambush, and the Gamemakers and Capitol citizens were all watching with bated breath.

But there was also the possibility it was something that could help. The Gamemakers liked to add little things to the arena to make things more interesting, didn’t they? Maybe they didn’t want to watch all the competitors this year die of disease and starvation. As silly as it was, and as much as Donnie liked to tell him that he needed to be more realistic, Mikey just couldn’t shake the small optimistic voice in his head that said that maybe this was something he needed. Something that could help him survive one more endless night in the arena. 

With a final cautious glance around, Mikey finally rose from his crouch to get a closer look. A soft blue glow illuminated his face as he examined the mushrooms, head tilting this way and that, not yet daring to touch in case they were another evil Gamemaker creation. They were pretty, which was definitely suspicious. 

He kind of wanted to just stay here, staring at the first burst of color he’d seen since the games started until his brain stopped trying to claw its way out of his skull. His stomach gave another uncomfortable twist, reminding him that dad had tried to teach him about what mushrooms were edible and which were poison, but even the Hunger Games wasn’t enough to convince him to give these pretty mushrooms a taste. He sighed, sitting back on his heels and casting a quick glance around to check again that no one was nearby. 

“Well, thanks for giving me something pretty to look at,” he told the mushrooms, smiling down at them. He’d already risked enough by coming out here, and he just knew that the longer he lingered the more likely it was for his dad and brothers to worry themselves sick. “Stay safe. Try not to get eaten.” 

It was at that moment that the mushrooms moved. 

Mikey bit back a scream, scrambling several feet back, fists raising to try to protect himself from whatever was about to happen. Instead of leaping at him and trying to eat him, the mushrooms just released a puff of glittering dust that floated high into the air, spreading like gathering clouds of iridescent pinks and blue and purple. In the distance, he saw more similar glittering puffs beginning to rise into the air, marking where lots of other mushrooms had been hiding. 

“Ooo pretty,” he breathed, eyes following the swirling mass as it grew larger and larger, until it eventually blotted out the moon. The silvery hew of the arena was replaced by the gentle colors of the cloud, shifting and glowing like sun through stained glass. It illuminated the figures coming his way, and the smile dropped from his face. “Oohhh, not good. Not good!”

He turned and ran, making a beeline for the hulking trees that had sheltered him so far. Shouts and whoops followed him, biting at his ankles as they gave chase. The handle of the kama he’d tucked into his belt knocked against his leg as he ran, as if trying to remind him that it was there. Just waiting for him to use it. 

Mikey swallowed hard, blinking away the tears that had sprung to his eyes as adrenaline and fear took hold. The stained glass world blurred around him, and the sound of shouts echoed behind him, too close. Too close. They were going to catch him!

“No,” he whimpered, breathless as he put on another burst of desperate speed. He felt the sting of branches as they cut into his skin and caught his hair. “No, no, nononono!”

The glittering cloud above them had stopped its slow swirling, some of it breaking off and sinking towards the ground to settle around his feet like early morning mist. His lungs were burning, and he hoped it was from running and not because he was breathing in a poison that would melt his insides. He’d seen that happen once, when he was eleven and had gone over to April’s house and her parents had had the games playing on their little holoscreen. He’d had nightmares for two weeks after the game ended about the way blood had gushed from the tributes’ mouths and noses as they cried and writhed in agony.

He heard another shout from behind him, words he couldn’t quite make out sounding confused at first before they changed to horrified screaming. Mikey’s mouth was watering, his stomach churning, and if it wasn’t for the fact he hadn’t eaten in over a day, he was sure he would’ve been doubled over puking by now. The kaleidoscope mist was sinking into the ground, beginning to dissipate, and he felt a small swell of hope that maybe his internal organs would stay in their right forms instead of ending up jelly-fied. 

There was a sound to his left. Someone running alongside him, cursing as they tried to keep up with his smaller form as he ducked and weaved between the grey, leafless branches. He didn’t have the breath left to cry out as they swiped for him, hand so close he felt it brush his shoulder. A pathetic little whimper escaped him as he heard an angry shout, closer now, and then suddenly someone was colliding with him, shoving him to the ground, pinning him down. 

“No!” he screamed, twisting, trying to escape from underneath their bigger frame. He felt a hand in his hair, pulling him up, and then his head was impacting the soft, ashy ground. He coughed and heaved, still struggling and kicking, sight obscured by the glittering mist and the dust they had kicked up. 

“Just die already!” the person holding him down shrieked, voice cracking, hand pulling painfully at his hair. Their other hand was trying to wrap around his throat. Nails digging into his skin, drawing blood. Hurting him. Trying to kill him. 

Whatever you gotta do to come home, Mikey. You do it. You understand me? 

He’d promised. He’d meant it. His family was waiting for him, right? He had to go home. 

His hand, twisted and pinned painfully across his stomach by his attacker’s weight, found the hilt of the kama. He couldn’t breathe. His eyes felt like they were about to explode out of his skull as the pressure increased on his throat. 

He swung the blade as best as he could, and the person attacking him howled with pain as it bit into the skin of their leg. Their hold loosened, and Mikey pulled in a deep breath, never happier to have the taste of ash and stale air on his tongue. He wriggled his arm free all the way. He swung again. Something hot and wet hit his face. He did it again. And again. 

The person on top of him slumped to the side. No longer moving at all. Mikey scrambled back and rose unsteadily to his feet, fingers clenched so hard around the handle of his weapon that they ached. 

“What did you do?!” a voice screamed behind him, and he could almost feel their breath on his neck, and could feel the shift in the air as they swung their weapon. 

Mikey didn’t hesitate that time. He spun on his heel, arm sweeping in a controlled arc, just how his dad had taught him to do it. The person gurgled as the blade sliced through the unprotected skin of their neck, and as they collapsed he saw a third person hovering a few feet away, hand raised, lining up a throwing knife. 

He was faster and his aim was true, accuracy ingrained into his muscle memory after years of working with his kusari-fundo and dad’s insistence that they learn to use shuriken. The blade sunk into one eye, and the other one stared at him, wide and full of unspoken accusations, before they, too, collapsed to the ground. The knife they’d been holding sunk into the dirt by their side. They’d never even gotten the chance to try throwing it. He wondered, half hysterical, if they would’ve been any good at it. 

Mikey stared at the bodies in front of him for a long moment, trembling, before the reality of what had just happened sunk in. The canon fired. One. Two. Three. 

He breathed deeply, trying to collect himself. Trying to decide if he felt relief or guilt or disgust or something else altogether. With dirty hands, he wiped at his wet eyes, leaving streaks of blood and dirt where the tears had made trails down his cheeks. Then, with clear eyes, he dared to look at the body at his feet. He felt his heart drop. 

“Leo?” he whispered, disbelieving. 

His brother’s face stared up at him, eyes glassy and unseeing, lips stained as red as the gash across his throat. His hair had the little sea glass beads woven through it, sparkling bursts of red, blue, purple, green, and orange. Their colors. 

Mikey stumbled back and spun, retching, not wanting to get the thin strings of bile anywhere near his brother. His eyes fell upon the still form of the first person who had attacked him. The first person he had killed. He sobbed as he realized who it was. 

“Donnie! Please…no….” 

There was no way. No way. This couldn’t be real. 

But as he got closer, he could already smell the reek of death clinging to the body. He’d cut open his brother’s stomach and chest. Spilled out all the bits inside.

Was the Capitol punishing him? Had…had he done something wrong? Why were they here? This wasn’t fair! They were supposed to be safe at home. He was supposed to get to go home to them if he won!

“I’m sorry,” he whimpered, one hand brushing against Donnie’s arm. It was already beginning to cool. He shook his head, turning to look back to Leo’s body and, just beyond it, he realized Raph was lying there too. His stomach lurched again, but all that came up was more bile. 

“I’ll make it better!” he promised, gasping for breath, tasting blood. 

It wasn’t hard to gather the bodies together. Raph was so much lighter than he should be, and Donnie was so still, and Leo was way too quiet, but that was okay! He was going to make everything better! Dad had taught him some stuff about first aid! He could fix this!

He tore strips from his clothing, tying it firmly but loosely around Leo’s neck, stroking his cheek, promising the pain would stop soon. He tucked the spilled insides back into Donnie, covering the mess with his jacket, squeezing his shoulder with just the right amount of pressure so he wouldn’t feel yucky about the touch. He left the blade in Raph’s eye, knowing enough to know better than to pull something out if that was all that was keeping the blood inside. His hands were shaking as he carefully dressed the wound, telling his big brother how brave he was being for not even crying, how the Capitol and their fancy doctors would be able to give fix his eye up good as new, how they’d all get to go home soon. 

“It’s okay,” Mikey soothed his brothers, settled between them, trying to rub the blood coating his hands off on the dirt. It wasn’t working. The earth itself was soaked. He couldn’t stop crying. “It’s okay.” 

.

From half a continent away, his family watched helplessly as the fungus spores made Mikey see and hear terrible things, just like they did to every other tribute. The arena was filled with screams and crying as each child lived through their worst fears. When the cameras focused on Mikey’s face, streaked with blood and dirt and tears, Yoshi reached out a hand, like if he just tried hard enough he could reach right through the screen and touch his baby boy’s cheek. There was no comfort to be found within the arena, though. 

When the morning comes, the first rays of sunshine will illuminate the artificial world, blinding the children inside it as it burns away the remaining spores. The bodies Mikey had been tending will have disappeared during the night, spirited away by the drones during one of his fits. He will scream when he sees this. He will fight.

Mikey will win. He will come home. 

But he will be forever changed. 

[muzzlemouths]

LOOKING. STARING. POINTING AND STARING AND

I love dead mall dare and I love putting them in different eras fashion

Obligatory tag @muzzlemouths because their au is awesome

READ DEAD MALL DARE

[ask-harrowhark]

[OOC]

an au within an au in which bellona has siblings

[spacexseven]

Tuna you did say that God darling has potential and that most characters would be interested so my question is, are you planning on posting anything that isn't with the doa? I just really want to see how other characters like I dunno Atsushi or chuuya would feel about God darling

i do want to expand god reader's harem but...i havent figured out a way to do it yet without running into obstacles ㅠㅠ or maybe ill just make an au of the au where fyodor doesn't meet god reader first...?

[randaccidents]

👀

au where soul realizes heart and mind aren't the obstacle to becoming whole HE'S the one they keep rejecting and Does A Heartless (tm)

[rookthorne]

hear me out, hades!bucky x persephone!reader!! her parents not approving of him and her being afraid of him at first but then falling in love with him. idk if this is too similar to your current incubus!buck but i think semi dark bucky and semi dark persephone would be 🔥🔥🔥🔥

lmao not me doing an AU within an AU - but I 100% imagined this being Mafia or CEO, some sort of millionaire based AU and...

phew 🥵

[wormtime123]

this spiderverse type idea has been floating in my head since the start of the zine and we've officially reached full AUception so i'm subjecting everyone here to it too. i love hotgal & cutegal :]

[frizzle-mcshizzle]

@doodle-do-wop me with all of your aus

u ever read a fanfic so good that you want. fanfic of the fanfic

[malkaviian]

No quiero darme manija con el fankid Fred/Golden porque lo voy a terminar haciendo y eventualmente va a terminar como Eris: la hice por las risas y por un concepto y terminó siendo canon

Ya tengo muchos hijitos de ese AU skdkskdn

[artfight]

So I've seen a few answers on uploaded AU designs of a canon character but no AU designs of a small creator's canon character without explicit permission so MY QUESTION IS-

What about an AU design of an AU design? Like you see an AU you REALLY REALLY LOVE and then you connect a lot with the subject character of it so you make your OWN design and story/au for that AU character

Is that allowed? I've been wondering for a while, because my main persona in an AU design of an AU! 😭

Thank you!!! 🙏

Woah... AUception...

Yes, Alternate Universes of an Alternate Universe are allowed, though it may be best to check in with / get permission from the AU owner if they're a small creator. Just make sure you give proper credit somewhere on the character's profile.

[habken]

HEAR ME OUT

Octo Deku, but instead of him getting legs, Bakugou becomes ✨FISH✨

AU of an AU. AUception.

I have sketches for that !! I want to post more cecaelia au stuff this mermay so you’ll get to see them soon 🫡

[fairysteve]

actually pre-s4 au where something happens with harrington house and something unrelated to the Upside Down opens and now there's multiple versions of steve from different parts of the timeline in a living house (harrington horror house my beloved)

it's pre-s4 so that they can try to save everyone and for the chaos and different parts of the timeline since my aus are all over the place

the original steve gets sacrificed when the something opens which is why all the other versions get summoned (rip canon steve you do not get to be in the au of aus)

and ghost!steve gets tied to this nail bat instead but he can be seen by everyone now within the house (and other steves and dustin outside the house)

picks up all my au versions of steve by the neck and puts them in a terrarium to sniff each other