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Scared and lost.
You should have been more quiet. The starved heard you.
#[collie posts]#genloss au#generation loss#[genloss after dark! au]#[afterdark!sneeg]#[afterdark! Ranboo]#tw blood#tw foaming at the mouth#tw rabies
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Prompt 15 about a hike turning to a chase, I would love that to be with nick from clockwork AU. Loved the short thrill of when puppy attempted to escape the first time, but would love to see it with the new bond they have (maybe Nick goes a bit mad thinking puppy isn't truly broken for a sec?). Thank you, I think your writing is fabulous.
𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑
✧˚ · . 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.
pairing — mob boss!alpha!nick fowler x omega!reader w/c — 4.2k this is a dark fic. 18+ only. part of the Clockwork AU. warnings — a/b/o elements, pet names (omega, puppy, pup), chasing, hunting, minor injury to reader, minor injury to Nick, minor blood, guns, knives, major stockholm syndrome, kissing, general dark shit idk a/n — thank you so much for the ask bubs! i love it. and i'm so glad you're enjoying the AU! i hope you like it. also big thank you to @lunarbuck for beta reading, you're amazing. any mistakes are my own.
The sun filtered through the kitchen window as you sat at the counter, picking at the bacon and eggs on your plate. Nick’s kitchen staff often prepared your meals, leaving you feeling inadequate. But it was always delicious, so you couldn’t complain too much.
As usual, Nick was up early and in his office, his work calling him away. Sometimes you sat in the office with him when he felt needy, but you enjoyed your moments alone. You never truly had solace, though, as you could feel Nick’s presence through the bond or would be checked in on by Mace, Beck, or one of Nick’s many men.
You hadn’t made a fuss since you were broken four weeks ago, but that didn’t mean Nick trusted you to behave.
Honestly, there wasn’t much reason to lash out. Nick treated you well, ensuring you were fed and fucked until you passed out every night. Sometimes it was as if he had a competition with himself to see how many orgasms he could pull from your body. You got a little bored while he worked long hours, but Nick had every streaming service possible, and the dogs would sit with you.
You weren’t allowed outside without supervision, so sometimes you’d sit by the window in the lounge room and just peer out. Occasionally, you’d see the omegas being moved to and from the barn. Those were the worst days. Letting Nick claim your body on those nights was the hardest, something within you fighting to resurface. But you never won those battles, and you’d be screaming Nick’s name before long into the starry night.
There was movement behind you as you scooped some eggs onto your fork, and your heart skipped a beat when Nick’s scent wafted into the room. You turned, surprised to see your alpha behind you. Your brows raised at the sight of his navy, cosy, fluffy jumper that covered his hulking frame and black skinny jeans that showed off his ass. That certainly wasn’t what he wore to work. And he hardly ever left his office during the daytime unless he had to oversee shipments or deal with a severe work problem. “Alpha?”
“Why do you look so surprised to see me, omega?” Nick chuckled, moving to the counter where you sat. He took the fork from your grip, bringing the eggs to your mouth to feed you. “Good girl. I always like seeing my omega eat well. Means you’ll have lots of energy. I want my puppy to be nice and healthy.”
You nodded with heated cheeks, still not used to the praise Nick would occasionally gift you. Normally if he was friendly, he would have something scheming in the background.
Just like now.
“It’s playtime, puppy. I’ve taken the rest of the morning off to spend some time with you.” Nick brought another forkful to your mouth, which you hesitatingly took. You were apprehensive. You’d never had play time before and feared finding out what it meant.
“Playtime?” You questioned, voice meek as you wished the ground would come and swallow you up. Nick always had you feeling small, like a bug he could crush under his boot.
“Alpha wants to play a game called hunt the whelp.”
You blinked, giving him a confused look with knitted brows. “What?”
“You’re cute when you’re dumb, puppy. C’mon, put your runners on. The new ones I got you this morning.” Nick pulled you from the counter, hand wrapped around your wrist as he brought you to the front door. He’d shown you the new pink runners this morning but said they were for special occasions. Playtime must be special if you get to wear them.
Sitting on the bench by the door, you watched as Nick knelt before you, picking up the fresh new shoes and slipping them onto your feet. You noticed the change immediately. The runners were heavy, instantly pulling your feet to the ground. You bit your lower lip as Nick focused on doing up the laces, triple knotting them so they’d hold despite the weight pulling you down.
“There we go. Perfect fit, right, pup?” Nick grinned up at you, patting your knee before standing. “Wait here.”
It’s not like you could get very far anyway. You testingly raised your foot, frowning at how difficult it was. They weren’t going to be impossible to walk in, but they also weren’t going to be easy.
The jingling of a bell signalled Nick’s return. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight of the matching pink collar, a small bell shaped like a strawberry hanging on the front. “A-Alpha— I—“
Nick advanced, holding the collar above you, shaking it. “I thought you liked pink. And the staff tell me how you eat all the strawberries you can. I’ve started buying extra just for you.”
“I— I do like them. But—“
“Then this collar is perfect for you, no?” Nick’s eyes darkened a fraction, danger laced in his tone.
There were eggshells all over the floor, and if you weren’t careful, you would wake the beast that lay dormant in your alpha.
It felt like stones in your throat were weighing you down, like your shoes. “I-It’s perfect…” You conceded, too scared to deny your alpha as he towered over you.
“I’m glad you agree, puppy.” Nick placed the collar around your neck, snapping the latching mechanism together so it was secured. You heard a little beep as Nick locked the collar with his fingerprint. Any plans you had of taking it off were quickly squashed.
You stayed silent. What was there to say anyway?
Nick pulled you to stand, and the bell jingled with the movement. He smirked at you, cocking his head before looping his fingers through the collar.
Without warning, Nick tugged you closer, pulling you up so you were standing on the balls of your feet. His lips ghosted over yours, his hot breath fanning across your face. “You look very cute, omega. My good little puppy, aren’t you? And good little puppies get to play.”
The dead, almost forgotten part of you wanted to tell him to fuck off. But your hindbrain was preening from the attention.
“Let’s go. Just looking at you like this is getting me excited.”
Not waiting for your approval, Nick picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist with your chest against his. Even with the added weight of the shoes, Nick carried you like you weighed nothing, displaying his prime alpha strength.
You let your chin rest on his shoulder, your fingers running across the soft material of his jumper. Nick’s scent never failed to give you butterflies, and he chuckled as you dragged your nose across the scent gland on his neck. You could see the tops of his tattoos, and something about the black ink made him even more endearing as if his skin was a storybook for you to unveil.
Not that Nick ever granted you much insight into his mind. He was near impossible to read, and you knew next to nothing about his past, or his plans for the future. He was a closed book, only allowing you snippets of his life to bleed through into your world.
As he made his way through the mansion with you latched to him, Nick grabbed a duffle bag by the back door, slinging it over his shoulder. You were both scared and curious to see what it contained.
“It’s such a nice day, omega, isn’t it?” Nick said as he carried you out the back door and into the sunlight shining across the backyard.
“Mm, yes.” You mumbled into Nick’s shoulder, enjoying the way the heated rays warmed your skin and provided life essence to your soul. Like a plant, you wanted to grow towards the light and let it fuel your being.
You passed the barn, refusing to look at it as Nick brought you to the edge of the lawn, where grass met forest. Luckily, there were no sounds of distressed omegas around, and it put you more at ease.
Sensing your anxiousness, Nick placed his palm on the small of your back to hold you close. “Don’t think about them.”
But how could you not? Nick could attempt to pull the wool over your eyes, but you’d always know where his wealth and power came from. Exploitation. Your alpha was not a good man. But he was your alpha, and that meant there really wasn’t much you could do about it. Fighting against a force so much more powerful than your own only ended up with you hurt. And you’d had more than enough pain to last you many lifetimes.
Nick brought you to a spot you had been before when you first ran from him when brought to his mansion. Where you fell, and the dogs laid with you before Nick and his men arrived. Back when you had a yearning for a normal life.
He placed you down, your feet sinking into the plush earth with the weighted shoes on your feet.
“Are you ready to play, puppy?” Nick put the bag down and unzipped it. The sight of the contents had your eyes widening and a gasp falling past your lips. A gun. Not just any firearm. But a rifle fitted with a scope for extra accuracy.
“What.. are you hunting?” You knew the answer. But you didn’t want to admit it to yourself.
“You, of course. You get to go on a hike, puppy. And all you have to do is avoid my slugs. It’s simple.” Slinging the gun over his shoulder, Nick approached you, cupping your cheek with his warm palm. You snuggled your face into it, hoping to hide away from the sick game he wanted to play.
“Can’t we just stay here? I— I don’t want to run,” you murmured against his palm, and Nick cracked up.
“Oh, now you don’t want to run, huh?” His hand patted your cheek before he gripped your chin tightly. “I took the morning off work just to play with you. Don’t be ungrateful.”
“But—”
Nick growled, grabbing you rougher. “Unless the next words out of your mouth are ‘thank you, alpha, for taking time off for me,’ I don’t want to fucking hear it.”
“T-Thank you.” You blurted out, primarily out of habit.
“Thank me properly.”
With no room for argument, you reached up to press a chaste kiss to Nick’s lips, your hands resting on his shoulders. Just like you’d been taught. Nick always had you giving kisses as apologies. “Thank you for taking time off for me, alpha.”
“My good girl. Wasn’t that hard, was it?” Nick smoothed his hands over your chiffon dress. Pink. Like your shoes and collar. Nick said it was all for you, but you know he enjoyed dressing you prettily. Like his little puppy doll.
It certainly wasn’t hiking attire.
“You have a five-minute head start. When you hear a shot, you’ll know I’m coming for you.” Nick checked his watch before turning his attention to you. With a raised brow, he shooed at you, hands swatting you away. “Go on, don’t want to waste your head start.”
You stuttered in place. Did he really expect you to run? The look Nick gave you, with a fucking rifle slung over his shoulder, told you he wasn’t joking.
Maybe you could get out of here. Find a road and hail someone down.
The thought had you turning on your heel and bolting. Your speed as an omega was handy, and even with the weighted shoes, you could make a semi-fast pace. Tension tore through your body as you ran, muscles already screaming from the strain of dragging your feet along.
The trees were somewhat sparse in this area, and it made for easy running as you leaped over logs and avoided thick branches. You shivered into the chilly air, the trees covering the sun and causing the temperature to drop. With each bounding step, your shoes became more dirtied, brown earth covering your lower legs.
The bell of your collar rang like an ominous toll, the sound only proving how desperate you were to make some distance.
As you made your way through, you almost tripped on air. Or, what you thought was just the air. You stumbled forward and luckily tumbled to the side as the tripwire snapped, a big hole opening up where you should have fallen.
A trap. You crawled over to look in the now-visible hole. There were no spikes, nothing to seriously maim you. But it would considerably slow you down if you got yourself stuck.
As you stared at what was almost your fate, stuck in a hole, a shot rang out into the air.
Birds fluttered away in the distance. Nick had begun the hunt.
Not sticking around to find out if he would actually shoot you, you got up and began moving. Your legs were fatigued, and it was hard to pull yourself along, but as the birds that had been scared off by Nick’s shot passed you, there was a new, renewed sense of vigour coursing through you.
Maybe you could join them in their escape. Because you wanted to get away from Nick… right? Yes. Maybe. Your body, mind, and soul craved him. And you wanted to turn around and run back to him. But you should’ve wanted to escape, right? Confusion muddled your mind as you kept moving.
You couldn’t run anymore, not with your legs weighed down and traps around. There were multiple tripwires scattered about, and it was hard avoiding them while also trying to make your way.
Not wanting to give away your location, you tucked the bell under the collar so that it sat between the fabric and your neck. There were still slight sounds, but they were mostly muffled. And it was the best you could do as you needed your hands free.
The further you got, the more you realised how much this game was pitted against you. You never had a chance to actually get away. Nick had made sure of that as if he was scared you would actually get away from him. The forest seemed endless, you couldn’t reach a full omega sprint, and there were booby traps all over.
It had been at least ten minutes since Nick sounded that he had begun hunting, but you hadn’t heard him behind you. Despite constantly checking and listening for sounds, it seemed like you were alone.
You made it to a small stream, and it gave you a chance to splash some water over your face and try to wash your scent glands so that the smell wasn’t as strong. What you didn’t realise was this just washed your smell downstream and gave Nick a very easy way to find you.
The brush became thicker as you ventured further with heavy feet. Sick of the shoes, you tried to take them off, but Nick had tied them so tight you’d need a knife to cut them off.
Sweat dripped down your brow as the sun reached its peak. It was becoming hot, and it made the situation that much worse.
This was by far the worst hike ever.
Just past the stream, across the path you were trying to take, laid a large, hollowed log. Part of you wanted to hide, but that seemed like a stupid idea. You began to climb the log to get over it.
As you slung your leg over the bark surface, a sickening shot sounded. You heard the whoosh of air before it hit you. An almighty pain on the back of your left thigh that had you howling into the warm air. “Fuck!”
You fell over the other side of the log, clutching at your thigh. “Fuck, fuck!”
It hurt like a bitch, but when you felt for a wound, you couldn’t find one. There was no bullet?
You didn’t have much time to inspect your injury, as you could hear the rustle of leaves under Nick’s boot as he began to approach. “Puppy, come out, come out, wherever you are.”
Something told you he knew exactly where you were. With a whimper, you picked yourself up and began running. Your trudged steps were staggered as you limped on your injured leg. Pain flared through your body as tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, your heart hammering in your chest.
There was fear, but something else too. A spark that lit you like a conduit, leaving your body buzzing with exhilaration. This was what it felt like to be alive.
“I can smell your cunt from here, puppy. You’re dripping, aren’t you?” Nick taunted, before taking another shot, this one landing on your left hip.
You screamed out a cry, the bell on the collar becoming dislodged from its hiding spot on your neck, the jingling joining in with your distressed sounds.
Another shot whooshed past you, only just missing your head. Did he miss on purpose? Either way, it frightened you enough to bolt with all the energy you had.
You did exactly what Nick wanted you to, as while you ran at full speed, you weren’t looking out for tripwires.
An almighty yowl came from you when your ankle snagged a taut line of wire, causing it to snap. Within milliseconds, a large net scooped you up into the air, leaves and bark scattering around you from where the net lay hidden.
The thick rope burned against your skin as you writhed in the entrapment, hot tears wetting your cheeks. Nick came into view, smirking as your movements caused the net to swing in the air like an animal for the slaughter.
You wailed, gripping the ropes as you looked at your alpha below. Nick did always have a way of putting you in a cage. “Let me down!”
“Now, now. That’s no way to ask, is it?” Nick crossed his arms as if chastising you like a petulant child.
You huffed, squeezing your eyes shut. This was a sick joke you wanted no part of. “This isn’t funny!”
“I’m not laughing.” Nick was deadpan, and you were about ready to chew the rope to get out if you had to.
But there was no winning with Nick. The only option you had was to give him what he wanted. “Please, let me down.”
“You can do better than that,” Nick sniped, blue azures watching you carefully with a mischievous twinkle.
“Alpha. Please, let me down from here.” You hated the way you sounded so desperate - but it’s because you were. Your stomach roiled with the way you were suspended in the air, anxiety nipping at your heart.
“Mm. What do I get in return, hm?” Nick mocked you, playfully poking you with the tip of the rifle so you swung in the air. “Maybe a really nice kiss?”
“Fine—”
“I hadn’t finished. A really nice kiss on my cock, omega. I want you drinking down all my seed until your belly is fucking full of me.”
A shudder ran through you, both of excitement and disdain. That was something he’d never asked of you, always too insatiable for your cunt. But right now, you’d do just about anything to not be suspended from a tree with a throbbing leg and hip. “Okay. Let me down, and I’ll give your cock a really nice kiss.”
“Deal.”
You hadn’t thought much about how you were going to get down, but you certainly didn’t expect Nick to pull out a hunting knife and cut the rope connector, causing you to drop to the ground ungracefully.
A yelp left you when you fell in a bundle of nets, still trapped on the ground as you’d got yourself snared.
“You really should be more careful, pup.” Nick used the same knife to cut you free. He pulled you out of the rope, sitting you down with your back to a nearby trunk so he could squat in front of you. His fingers grasped your chin as he inspected your face, grinning at you. “Glad to see there’s no damage to this pretty face.”
“You shot me,” you growled, anger clear in the way you were close to snarling at your alpha.
Nick scoffed, holding up the gun, which had a little orange tip on the barrel. It wasn’t real? “You’re being dramatic. It’s an air rifle.”
It explained the lack of injury. But it still hurt like hell. “You shot me.”
Nick smiled, a sickly grin that had you on edge. He hummed, slinging the gun over his shoulder with his jumper sleeves rolled up, tattoos on full display. “Yeah, I did. The pain is liberating, isn’t it? I bet if I dipped my fingers in your pussy right now they’d get soaked. Don’t play coy like you didn’t enjoy the hunt and the pain.”
Heat spread from your core all the way up to your cheeks. He was right. The chase had caused arousal like never before. But that didn’t mean you’d admit that to Nick. It was too vulnerable. “If the pain is so liberating, why aren’t you hurt?”
“Did you forget I can feel what you feel?” Nick pulled out his knife, twirling it between his fingers. Danger permeated from him, but not in a way that made you fearful for your safety. “Do you want me to bleed for you? Because I will. I’ll slice my own skin for you if you can prove to me that you’re not wet.”
You couldn’t prove that; your panties were drenched.
He moved closer, body encasing yours with your back to the tree trunk. Your breath hitched, unable to escape Nick’s intense aura, his eyes considering you before he got this look – one you’ve seen before – like you’d hung the stars and moon yourself. Your old alpha had looked at you the same.
Nick’s breath heated your skin as his lips ghosted over yours, his timbre low. “And you can slice my skin if you’re honest with me. Admit to me that you get off on this. You think I’m fucked up, and you’re not wrong. But you’re fucked up too, puppy. We’re fucked up together, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Nick placed the knife toward your throat, the tip resting under your chin, so you had no choice but to stare at him. “Tell me I’m wrong, and I’ll stop.”
The part of you that wanted to fight had long died. Tears trickled down your cheeks as you thought. He wasn’t wrong, not in the slightest. The chase made you feel like you actually existed. For so long, in Nick’s home, you felt like a ghost that would only sometimes become material. But here, out in the wilderness with your alpha, this felt real.
The threat of pain was freeing, and it felt nice to be able to scream into the air without caring for repercussions. In this moment, there was no penalty for being the prey in Nick’s sick game.
He was right; you were fucked up. But Nick failed to recognise that you had become that way through his creation.
Nick took your hand, placing it over his that held the handle of the blade. You could kill him or yourself with just a flick of your wrist. It was powerful to feel the handle through Nick’s warm hands. He moved the knife from your throat, allowing you to take full control of the weapon.
The handle felt homely in your grasp, a sense of security held in the sharpness of the metal. Nick held out his palm, offering himself to you. If you did this, it confirmed every word Nick said.
He was turning you into the same monster he was. This wasn’t Beauty and the Beast. It was just two beasts, two fucked up souls reaching the same point of irredeemable.
You took a deep breath, your free hand steadying Nick’s palm before you brought the blade down to his skin. You just held it there, looking up to watch the way Nick was completely calm. There was no fear, no hesitation. Perhaps, marking him like this would give your own sense of ownership to your alpha. It would make it easier to live in a world where this man was your everything.
He took so much from you. It was only fair you could take some back in return.
If you were destined to spend the rest of your life with him, then maybe you could find your own happiness in taking from him as he does you. Your eyes turned back to his pale flesh before you let the sharp blade slice across his palm. It wasn’t a deep cut and wouldn’t need stitches. But blood seeped out the cut and pooled in his hand nonetheless.
Nick brought the injured hand to your face, cupping your cheek and letting his ichor mark your skin as if you wore the battle scars of his life essence.
It felt right. This was your life now, whether you liked it or not.
Nick closed the distance between you, smashing your lips together in a passionate kiss. All your thoughts flew away like the birds making their quick escape. As Nick’s teeth sunk into your lower lip, growling against your skin with a feral sound, you realised that you didn’t want to escape.
“Always and forever, puppy.”
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Please welcome my baby, Remiel
Context: @2af-afterdark made a God!MC au, so I took that concept and made my God!MC revive the Seraph that Gabriel killed. He's an old, one time, OC for a collab, but he's perfect for this so I decided to bring him back
Remiel
Nation: Heaven
Epithet: The Eater of Devils
Idiosyncrasy: Forced Orgasm
Zodiac: Gemini
Height: 185cm
Weight: 77kg
Length: 27cm
Confidence point: Eyes
Favorite food: Hot pot with broth made from the bones of devils
Favorite accessory: His lyre
Favorite weather: Cloudy day sky and clear night sky
Habit: Flicking his wings
Hobby: Cooking
Ideal type: God himself
Ideal target: People who are reactive
Ideal body type: Soft and squishy bodies
More infos ⬇️
It's a long one
Likes: Feeding heavenly pets devil meat, eye-care, wing-care, Collecting devils' horns
Dislikes: Bright flashing lights, serious people, rain, Avisos(too bright even at night)
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@2af-afterdark wanted to know
What is his favorite dessert?
• His favorite dessert is Peach Crumble
Is he a morning person or a night owl?
• He’s a night owl, he have 12 eyes so he’s very sensitive to light
What is his worst "bad habit"?
• His worst “bad habit” is hoarding devil corpses, he cooks some of them but the rest go bad before he can get to them
What is his love language (not exclusive to the main five if those don't fit)?
• His love language is Words of Affirmation, he loves being praised, bombard him with it and he’ll drown you with praises as well
What is the most mundane thing that brings him pleasure/joy?
• The most mundane thing that brings him joy is people/creature watching
Can I give the most gentle butterfly kisses to all of his eyes and hold his hand?
• Yes, yes you can, he would love it. Careful when you’re holding his hands though, he have an eye on each
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• He have 12 eyes
• He can control each individually or as a group
• 4 on his face
• 2 on his shoulders
• 1 on his chest
• 2 on his hands
• 3 that line his back
• He usually have them closed cause it can be disorienting sometimes
• Only used when he lost track of his opponent
• He likes to tease people he knows, but if his teasing doesn’t work, he’ll try again with a different topic
• He teases Gabriel every time he receives attention from God
• Ex: “Gabriel~ guess what~? God praised my singing again~”
• He teases Michael every time Michael decapitate anyone
• Ex: “Don't waste their heads, Michael, would you mind gathering their heads for my dish?”
• He teases Raphael every time Raphael’s covered in blood
• Ex: “Awww, their blood would’ve made for some delicious broth…actually, Raphael, wanna come sit in this cauldron for a while?”
• He have one devil friend
• Her current whereabouts is unknown, ever since he got revived he has been trying to find her
• She used to be a resident of Gehenna, she left not long after his death
• Teased her about her love life
• Ex: “No luck with devils? How about I hook you up with an angel instead?”
• He treats anyone he doesn’t know coldly
• Ex: First meeting with God!MC he said “Who tf are you?” With a poker face (which then led to Gabby smacking Remiel across his head; Gabriel: "Disrespecting our (new) God? Not on my watch")
• He sang while playing the lyre for God often because he have a beautiful singing voice
• Have tried to cook every single body parts and organs of devils
• Have a notebook of how to and how not to cook certain parts
• He likes to gently nibble something or someone
#mentions of#whb gabriel#whb michael#whb raphael#my art#digital art#whb oc#whb#what in hell is bad#what in “hell” is bad?#whb mc#God!Mc Au
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afterdark; a svt series m.list
There is a world that runs alongside ours. Lives as full, as vibrant, as depressing and chaotic. A world with its own set of rules and regulations, with its own needs and desires. It hums and buzzes, a hive swarming just under the surface of our own threatening to spill over into the daylight should the carefully constructed, thin barrier separating them show even the minutest of tears.
You walk through neighbourhoods and city streets, content in your understanding of reality and the world that surrounds you. Going to work, going home, going out. Weaving through life as a single thread in a much bigger tapestry; millions of other threads of people that weave around you and create your world, your city. A tapestry that could unravel, expand, rip apart at the seams if you deviate.
If, perhaps, you stumbled upon the wrong nightclub one day and found yourself amidst people that populate a different reality–strangers with glowing eyes and sharp teeth–that perception of your world would have to shift to accommodate them. Maybe you’ve already found yourself among them. Maybe they work with you, maybe they deliver your mail. Or maybe they just slip sight unseen through the cracks of your life. Either way, through some subconscious effort towards self-preservation, you’ve avoided the full realisation of who (and what) they were.
But what if that all changed? Would you embrace your new reality? Or would you cower in the face of the unknown.
Enter the Nightworld. Thirteen stories of the known and unknown, the mysterious and the apparent. Urban fantasy running the gambit of moods and genres. Choose one, or choose them all, but I hope you enjoy your journey either way.
☾ Shadowboxer ; Choi Seungcheol urban fantasy au / boxer au / childhood friends to lovers
Once on his way to an illustrious boxing career before injury soured his life path, Seungcheol sacrifices his soul for a second chance at glory. But the Devil deals in shady business, and now he’s contracted to a life of underground boxing between the boundaries of reality and the shadow realm, trying to win his way back into his life.
You meet him one night when your friend brings you out to a match in the basement of a dingy bar at the edge of the city. Something about his technique and demeanour remind you of someone from your boxing club back home. Someone who you had always hoped to see make it big.
☾ The Devil and I ; Yoon Jeonghan urban fantasy au / devil au / opposites attract
You've been working as the liason from the Dayworld to the Nightworld for going on 6 months now, mostly dealing with low level employees and the Devil’s stoic lawyer Wonwoo, but one major incident involving a breach in the barrier between the two worlds implores you to finally meet the Devil in the flesh.
Handsome and intelligent, but most of all sly, he is nothing like what you had been expecting. A test of wits presents itself to you upon entering his office and after bumbling your way through it unprepared, you have to try and put your simmering animosity towards the man to the side and find a way to work with the Prince of Darkness to fix this mess before two worlds collide into one and the balance of nature is undone.
☾ There Will Be Blood; Joshua Hong urban fantasy au / vampire x vampire hunter au / enemies to lovers
Another night, another new target. The only difference being that tonight you’re having to deal with a new recruit. Which means questions. And mistakes. Mistakes that might get you killed; or worse, turned into the very creature you've spent your entire adult life hunting down.
When a mistake does happen, and you get severely injured during the hunt, you find yourself a ward of the vampire you had been targeting. Presumed dead by the rest of your group, you wait on tenterhooks for the inevitable end. Will this encounter reinforce the hatred you've built against vampires or force you to re-evaluate beliefs you've held close your whole life?
☾ Death and All Of His Friends; Wen Junhui urban fantasy au/ grim reaper au / mystery
So you’ve died. So now what? Scenes of your life flashing before your eyes? A tunnel of with a white light at the end that you float idly towards, calm in the acceptance of the inevitable end? Maybe golden sparking pearly gates in a landscape of white cloud...
None of that, actually. Instead, you’re sitting in your caseworkers office, all too similar to a cubicle you worked in during life, and wait for your assigned death worker to help you come to terms with what happened and usher you out of limbo. The only problem is, neither of you can really figure out why you haven’t already been shuffled along to the next life yet and this process is going to take a lot longer than either of you ever bargained for.
☾ Creature Comfort; Kwon Soonyoung urban fantasy au / witch au / friends to lovers
You're closing up shop for the night, setting aside your spells, potions, and tarot cards to head to bed when a small, oddly coloured hamster squeaks his way through the front door. You try to let him know you're closing but he seems intent on sticking around, almost like he has something to tell you. Still, you manage to shoo him out and close up only to wake up the next evening to news that a friend of yours, a rather chaotic witch named Soonyoung, has gone missing without a trace.
The news unsettles you and the night starts off slowly until a familiar squeaking interrupts your thinking and you look down to see the same hamster nudging the tip of your boot. This time you decide to take him a little more seriously and see what message he has to convey to you. Maybe it has something to do with Soonyoung’s disappearance.
☾ The Devil's Advocate; Jeon Wonwoo urban fantasy au / lawyer au / strangers to lovers
You enter the office one day on a mission. Your parents had contracted your soul to the devil when you were an infant to help their struggling family survive and now that you’re a year away from the age outlined in the contract, you are doing everything in your power to avoid paying your parent’s dues and becoming an underling for the rest of your life.
Wonwoo has seen every possible petition that people have against his boss‒all except one. He thought the idea of parent's selling their first born to the Devil was the stuff of fairytales but here you sit in his office, outlining your side of the situation and he cant help but feel a little moved on your behalf. he’s not sure he can really do anything to help you, not since he is technically working for the man you owe your life to, but he’s willing to bet he can find a loophole somewhere.
☾ Ghost Notes; Lee Jihoon urban fantasy au / phantom au
After decades of bad luck, businesses going bust, rumours of hauntings, and sitting empty for the past 18 months, the old opera house in the city's old quarter is set to be demolished. You hear about it through your grapevine network of urban explorer hobbyists and realise this is your last possible opportunity to revisit a relic of the old city.
At best you had expected old instruments, glassware, some interesting artefacts when entering. Something to post in your Discord chat for explorers across the globe. At worst, just some dust and cobwebs inside of an otherwise empty building. The last thing you had expected was a labyrinthine basement suite housing a fully functioning music studio, apartment, and the strangest man you’ve ever met. And yet here you were, face to face with a phantom of the past.
☾ Reality Bites; Lee Seokmin urban fantasy au / vampire au
Okay, so you messed up? So you maybe felt sort of kind of bad for the poor schmuck who ended up on the other end of your fangs and didn't fully drain him of his blood. You felt an ounce of pity and now you’re left with a newborn vampire to take care of and introduce to the Nightworld.
But does he have to be so goddamn nice about the whole thing?
☾ The Wolfman; Kim Mingyu urban fantasy au / werewolf au / exes to lovers
You live a pretty average life. Work from home, partly some freelance coding, partly chipping away at your pottery business. You have a dog, an emotionally dependant German Shepard named Garth, and you have your small home with an equally as small yard. Your own little slice of heaven that you scrimped and saved for for years.
At least it was average, until the man you dated for 3 years, who all but ghosted you at the end, shows up completely butt ass naked in your backyard one morning. His body is bruised and broken and now you have to re-evaluate your entire concept of reality with the information he is giving you as he begs for a place to lay low for a while.
☾ The Crow Prince; Xu Minghao urban fantasy au / assassin au / shapeshifter au / childhood friends au
No one told you that when your estranged grandmother died, leaving you as her only surviving heir, you would be inheriting a lot more than just money. For one, a strange 3-story brownstone sandwiched between two massive skyscrapers, all of her worldly possessions (and there are a lot), and last but not least, a contract on her life. A debt now to be paid with your own.
The Crows are methodical in their work, they never leave a contract unfulfilled, and Minghao is very good at his job. Now that the contract has landed on his desk, you’re going to have a lot more to deal with than just a house full of dust and books. For one, there’s this huge crow that keeps staring in through the kitchen window while you cook…
☾ Siren Song; Boo Seungkwan urban fantasy au / siren au / strangers to lovers
It’s Friday, the night is still young, and yet you are spending it waiting in line at the DMV (Department of Magical Vocations) to get your herbalist license renewed. Boring. Or at least it was until the clerk at the counter starting sassing a death worker for not having his identification in order and now all of a sudden you’re having to remember where you recognize him from.
An achingly familiar face. You turn him over and over in your mind—eye rolls and all—as you head home. You continue rotating him like a rotisserie chicken while you open and close shop. And fold and unfold him like a secret message as you wake up, change clothes, and head into the Dayworld to indulge in an exceptionally guilty pleasure—human musical theatre. Except you’re not alone this time, and you’ve finally solved the riddle occupying your mind. The opening song begins and a voice enchants the audience in a way that’s almost supernatural.
☾ The Midnight Corner Store; Vernon Choi urban fantasy au / convenience store au / exes au
You know you shouldn’t be out this late, the city gets weird at night, but you had a hankering for Cool Ranch Doritos that just would not quit. So now you stand, face to face with the past you tried to forget, as he yawns behind the cash register sporting an electric green vest.
The reunion is as awkward as imagined when you finally approach the counter, and you cannot leave soon enough. The store itself, on the other hand, has different ideas. You step through the door only to find yourself immediately back inside the store. Vernon stares at you agape and you try and try again to no avail until you hear a strange rustling down the chip aisle and now have to confront more aspects of your past than you had bargained for.
☾ Ghost Encounters; Lee Chan urban fantasy au / paranormal investigator au / demon au
In a bid to impress the sceptical head of the paranormal investigation team he has joined, Dino ventures out with a few supplies scavenged from the equipment room and a desire to find any proof he possibly can.
You've been more than content to just exist in the shadow region between the real and the corporeal. Moonlit walks through the woods or the nearby cemetery, spending time combing through the libraries of the undead housed in the mausoleum of a former oil baron, the occasional tea or coffee at the only demon-friendly cafe left on this end of the city. All in all, keeping to yourself.
But now that some young, stubborn human obsessed with the paranormal has unwittingly bonded his soul to your own, will you ever really get to enjoy any of that rest? Not until you can figure out how to sever the connection.
† all aus, genres, warnings, etc subject to change with each individual release. stories may contain suggestive material.
©️ neoneun-au, 2023 all rights reserved
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gently dusts off mic Hiiii, friends! Long time, no post, so thank you so much for all your tags in the intervening time -- I'm so so loving scrolling back through and getting caught up on all the deliciousness y'all are working on!
Not going to lie, for a whole myriad of reasons, the words have been few and far between lately, so I'm afraid all I have for you is more of the rival baker AU @firenati0n basically double-dog dared me to write! I'm crossing fingers and toes that this week ahead means a return of the muse, so to speak, so I can finally smash out more progress on this little lady! Until then, tags are (as always) under the cut, and I hope you enjoy!
He crosses the room quickly, slamming the flat of his palm against the crossbar and practically charging into the alley. He’s expecting to find Henry waiting for him. What he’s not expecting is for Henry to be waiting for him, hands balling into the front of Alex’s bright red t-shirt as soon as he’s through the doorway, spinning him backwards and pushing him into the far wall of the alley. His calves slam into a pile of dissembled cardboard boxes and he can feel the scrape of brick through the cotton fabric, but he’s not able to think past the press of Henry’s mouth to his, the smell of fresh flour and lemon mingling with the slightly stale and rancid smell of alleys the world over. He puts his hands on Henry’s shoulders and pushes, but is betrayed by his own horniness as his mouth continues to follow Henry’s, desperate to continue even as his hands attempt to extricate him from the kiss. Another few seconds and Alex bites gently on Henry’s bottom lip before pulling his face away. The cold air that rushes into the space between them feels like a particular slap in the face. “Ho-hold on, this is —” Henry’s eyes open again and it’s like the reality of where they are slams into him like a train. He drops Alex’s shirt and jumps back practically to the door. One hand tugs through his hair, and the other wraps around his middle defensively. “Oh my God, Alex, I am so sorry, that was so inappropriate. Bloody hell, I don’t even know what I was thinking, I just felt so bad about leaving this morning without saying anything but I was already so late and you looked so comfortable asleep and I panicked and—” “Jesus, Henry, take a breath,” Alex says, taking a few deep breaths in and out through his nose in demonstration. “It’s fine.” Henry just looks at him, brow raised. “Fine?” Alex shrugs. “Okay, no, it’s weird and I didn’t come over here anticipating a surprise make-out in a trash filled alley, but. Like. On the grand cosmic scale, you had my dick in your mouth last night so. It’s fine.”
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"Match, set, and game" for the prompts!
This one sentence prompt has been in my ask box forever, and long before this AU was born. But now, it fits perfectly.
Part of the heartbreaking Dany/bad!Peyton-AU with @wildfae-afterdark ; Geoff and Peyton are their characters.
[Just A Fling Masterlist]
Content / warnings: vaguely implied past noncon (m/f), past noncon drugging, vibes of abusive relationship and date rape, survivor struggling to cope.
"Game, Set and Match."
Grinning, Dany drops her racket, and bumps Dennis' fists.
It's a beautiful day, the sun's shining over the lush grounds of the tennis club, filled with cheers and idle chatter, and both Dennis and her are in great shape.
"Langley/Hammond qualify for the quarter finals."
They do the obligatory handshakes with the losing team, and Dany fixes her ponytail before she grabs their water bottles.
"Watch the other match?" Dennis asks. "Check the competition? They're still at it. Not everyone can win to zero."
Dany takes a swig from the bottle and shrugs. "Sure, why not."
It's not really necessary in a tournament like the Fitzwilliam Memorial Trophy, that's more of a societal summer event than a sports challenge- their only true challenge are Sita and Sanjay and they've been drawn into another bracket entirely.
"Who is it?"
"Kim/Carter vs Cortlandt/Cortlandt."
"Cortlandt?" The water tastes foul somehow, and Dany sets down the bottle. Her stomach feels queasy.
"Yeah." Dennis looks at the names on the draw and then down at the other court with a shrug. "Geoff and Liza. Cousins. They're not horrible, I guess. Not a threat, either."
"I, uh." Dany looks at the players and trails off. Geoff Cortlandt moves with long, measured strides, his game not focused on speed, but rather on a precise strength. It makes her shiver.
She reaches out to steady herself on the railing.
"Dany?"
She doesn't look at Dennis, can't, when Geoff picks up the ball to serve and bounces it once. For a moment, his gaze flits over the audience and settles on her.
His lips twitch into a slim grin, and then he turns back to the court, tosses the ball into the air and slams it over the net with impossible force, unreachable for Stevie Kim.
"Dany?" Dennis repeats. "What was that? You're having history with Cortlandt?"
She forces herself to breathe, slowly shakes her head. "Just an acquaintance. Met him a handful of times. I, uh. I just don't like him."
Dennis chuckles. "Yea, nobody really does. Only ones who can stand him are that weird little cult around him and Peyt-" He trails off and clicks his tongue. "Oh. That's how you know him, huh? You still seeing Montgomery?"
"No." Dany exhales softly, not bothering up to ask him how he knows. Rumours travel fast, in their circles. "It's over." It's over. They haven't seen each other since that gala. Peyton had left the very same night, set off to Georgia.
With Geoff.
Seems they're back.
"But you're good?"
"Sure am." She chuckles darkly, almost in reflex. "I won't let a fling affect my mood."
If she'd look, she knows she'd see that Dennis doesn't believe her. But she doesn't look.
She can't take her eyes off of Geoff. There's something about him, something deeply unsettling, something that makes her sure if she looks away just once he'll show up right in front of her, and he'll grab her head and-
She shakes her head. Ghosts. He's getting into her head, she needs to focus on the tournament, nothing else.
Like Dennis, who's mumbling into her ear about their techniques and weaknesses, about tactics and strategy.
She can't listen. She's trapped.
And she knows that he knows. If anything, it makes him play better. They make the next point, too, and the next.
"Match, set and game."
"Cortlandt/Cortlandt qualify for the quarterfinal."
Before even congratulating his partner, Geoff's gaze locks with Dany's again. He moves his hand, a slow gesture, as if he's holding a champagne glass.
"Showoff," Dennis next to her groans. "He's not even half your level."
Geoff raises his imaginary glass to a toast, and Dany's legs give in.
It's only Dennis' quick reaction that keeps her from falling. Dennis' arm around her waist. Like Peyton's, when Geoff had toasted to her at the gala. Like Peyton's, later, when her mind was foggy and they were somewhere darker, more private.
But not alone.
They hadn't been alone.
Geoff Cortlandt had been there.
"Withdraw." She staggers back to her feet and shoves Dennis' hand off her. "We withdraw. I... No. No. I can't. Not that."
"What?" Dennis steps back to stare at her in disbelief. Behind him, the players leave the court and walk up the stairs.
She spins on her heel and flees towards the bathrooms.
*
She's thrown up twice. It helps, to deal with her body, not her mind. It helps to think about what's real. She cleans up her face, straightens her hair in front of the mirror, trying not to think too much about the other time she's tried to fixed herself up from a messed up state.
At least the shadows have a face now.
I'm sorry, she texts Dennis.
We need to talk, she texts Peyton.
Then, she throws in a breath mint and goes find Geoff Cortlandt.
*
He's seated in the player's lounge at a corner table, scrolling through his phone, his face still a little flushed from the game. His eyebrows shoot up when he sees her, but the short hint of surprise shifts into an easy smirk. "Ms Hammond. Too sick to play, I heard? Still hungover from that gala, where we've run into each other?"
Dany's jaw tightens. "What did you do?"
He laughs a little, leans closer like they're best friends. "What did we do? Nothing you didn't beg for, princess. You still can't remember? I guess the tabloids were right about your partying reputation."
She should've sat down as well. Her knees threaten to give in again. And somehow it's not the pet name, not the insinuation, not the humiliation that hurts her most.
It's the 'we'.
"I had a tox screen made." Her voice is slow, but firm. She's a negotiatior, after all. She can keep her voice steady, even when everything is pulled away from underneath her. "I'm sure you know how it came back. It was you, wasn't it? It was you, who spiked my drink."
He looks at her, hooded eyes flat and suddenly unamused. "Whatever you took that night is none of my business. I had enough to do keeping my friend out of your clutches."
She feels dizzy, and yet, weirdly relieved. The ghosts, the nightmares, the faceless void they've manifested into something real. She's still lost at sea, but she's been drowning before, and now she's broken through the surface, she can breathe again. Breathe, and fight.
"That's why?" She stares at him. "You drugged me and you fucked me and you left me like trash, because you felt threatened?" A wild giggle escapes her throat. "Oh. Wow. What a pathetic little man you are. Go fuck yourself, Mr Cortlandt. Or go fuck Peyton, for all I care. But guess what? I fucked him better."
Anger flares up in his gaze, his muscles tense, his weight shifts to the edge of his seat - but instead of attacking her, his lips bend into a fake, calm smile.
"Who we fuck isn't your business any more, Ms Hammond. My game is up. Gotta win a tournament." He gets up and brushes over the front of his pristinely white shirt. "Have a good day."
Dany stares past him as he leaves, counts her breaths to twenty to calm her racing heartbeat.
Then she calls her driver.
She needs to know.
She needs to see Peyton.
#whump#abusive relationship cw#implied noncon#Dany Peyton au#Dany Hammond#Geoff Cortlandt#Dennis Langley#just a fling au
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Introduction!
Hello! Call me Stellar! I am the creator of the Stellarverse! The Stellarverse is an alternate Undertale multiverse, events, concepts, and character backstories rewritten. I will be posting art and information on this multiverse here!
List of current AUs with lore.
Startale - (Undertale) Dreamrift - (Dreamtale) Partialtale - (Ink/Blanktale) Underdefect - (Error Origins) LightRealm and DarkRealm - (Life and Deaths domain) Gonertale - (Goner Chara Origins-Original) Starswap - (Underswap) Starshift - (Storyshift) Underlink - (Something new/Killertale) Underbrace - (Horrortale) Lingertale - (Dusttale) Starcrossed - (Xtale) Afterdark - (Original)
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collie's afterdark!au being magic based is so fun because instead of having to do speculative anatomy i can just go "a wizard did it 😌" and continue thinking up deranged images
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WIP WEDNESDAY WHENEVER
Doing this thingy more like a bucket list this time because I don't have much to show but my head is bursting of things I want to to. So I make a list and (hopefully) won't add new things until I've done everything (or tried to do it lol).
1. Did like a ton of sketches for a fanart of Kurt but liked non of it. My drawing batteries are just dead atm. Probably give it a last try but will put it at the end of the list. What's a shame because I like drawing really much but my perfectionism is killing it hard rn
2. @elvenbeard helped me to get the game file of Kurts Dogtags. Want to make a 3D model out of it and get them printed. (there is probably a 3D file of it somewhere, or not. I don't know, but DIY project Yeah!)
3. My Project Garmr
3.1 Started sketching out some sort of logo. It's of course inspired by the Barghest dog graffity but it's going to be a little more wolf-ish and with some extras
3.2 Wrote down some ideas for OCs for the story. They are all pretty vague atm except one person I am very confident with already. Will make a moodboard the next days. Since I am not a modder like all those crazy magicians with their awesome OCs in this fandom, I'll probably do some Photoshop for the visuals or something like that.
3.3 Wrote down some notes for a short intro. It's really short, but I thought of a nice dialog to get things started. Will finish it in the next days
3.4 Need to catch up on a lot of lore before I start plotting all the details for a decent story. I played cp on release but never put much effort in reading deep into all of it. Since this is kind of an AU, I'm not going to put an insane amount of effort into getting every little canon detail right, but I'm missing a lot of basic knowledge about the world. Especially when it comes to politics and topics like that.
It's going to be a wild puzzle anyway.
That's it for now!
Going to tag some ppl here because I was told that's how things are done here lol. But don't feel stressed to actually do it!
@theviridianbunny @dustymagpie @elvenbeard @pinkyjulien @olath124 @afterdark-vp @kharonion @dreamskug @cyberholic77 @therealnightcity
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5 & 11!
5. Which WIP is first on your list to complete this year? Will you post a snippet?
The last chapter of arranged marriage is so close to done it's actually ridiculous (like, posting today or tomorrow and hoping @clottedcreamfudge gives me a LITTLE bit of grace as I stretch the bounds of "the end of the year") but looking at WIPs I haven't started posting yet, it's probably the accidentally introspective rimming based on this phenomenally hot art by @lizzie-bennetdarcy-afterdark which you can DEFINITELY have a little snippet of:
“Love,” he says softly. “There’s no rush.” Alex looks up at him, wide eyes roaming Henry’s face for a long moment before he nods slowly. “Yeah,” he whispers, a vulnerability written on his features that makes Henry ache. It’s the same expression Henry’s seen on Alex’s face before: in a Paris hotel room, on a settee in Kensington’s music room, under the Texas stars. It’s Alex, not learning something new, but finally understanding something long known. “I guess there isn’t anymore, huh?” Henry has touched Alex in a thousand different ways since he shook the hand of a beautiful boy with a yellow ipê-amarelo in his pocket and fell in love, so he doesn’t quite understand why he’s trembling as he rolls them both until Alex is on his back, hair spread out on the pillow, lips parted slightly and eyes filled with trust as Henry settles on top of him. With his arms bracketing Alex’s shoulders, Henry places a hand on Alex’s jaw and pours all the love and pride that’s been coursing through his veins since Alex delivered his speech into a deep kiss, his tongue running along Alex’s bottom lip, coaxing it further open.
11. Would you like to try any new fanfic genres or tropes this year?
For sure! I want to crack into my Leverage AU this year, and I've never written action before and have already shoulder-tapped @cha-melodius to hold my hand through that marginally terrifying venture 🤣
I'd also LOVE to write more fantasy tropes! I adored writing fae prince Henry but I wanna dive more into, like, wingfic or magic AU or just more fantasy elements.
[fanfic asks for the new year]
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Oh, hello you! The coven is extremely pleased to bring you the first round of community recs for this month, provided by our gracious farm witch friends! We appreciate you sending along your faves to share with everyone. The witches hope your St. Patrick’s Day is a lucky one. Enjoy all of these fics and the eye candy and be sure to leave the creators some love! ==================
Endlessly (@blackandwhiteandrose) “This follow up to Beloved is so gorgeous and wonderfully done. It's heartbreaking and hopeful and just a really fantastic piece of writing.”
+ “I was so excited to see this. I was so surprised by how much I loved the first story, that I couldn’t wait to return to this ‘verse for the second. I love this AU David and Patrick and how they love and support each other.”
Good boy (lizzie_bennetdarcy/@lizzie-bennetdarcy-afterdark) **ART** “David in a collar, what more do you need to know??”
The Immortals of Schitt’s Creek (@middyblue) “I always come back to this piece to reread every few months. I don’t know what it is but the world they build in this is so interesting and David and Patrick’s dynamic is so beautiful. There’s so much longing and love and loss but it’s very soft and so so good. Highly reccing this to anyone that may have skipped it for the magic/immortality aspect- it’s so worth it and stands all on its own without being too magical.”
Lead us not into temptation (imbrokelyn99) “I am recommending an early SC fic from 2019. This fic explores spirituality, catholicism, sexuality and David's growing love for Patrick in an intensely erotic story of love and faith and hope. This ex catholic queer found it to be one of the most interesting and hottest depictions of David and Patrick's early relationship while also showing how sexuality and faith are intertwined.”
Natural selection (ICMezzo) “This genius fic absolutely nails it for soft, adorable and funny (so funny!) with a chunk of crackiness thrown in - but so cleverly that you won't bat an eyelid. If you want a little read that will give you a big lift, this is it. Also: penguins. Did I mention there are penguins? Actually, I'm off for re-read now…”
Stuck in the Molasses Swamp with you (@dinnfameron) “This is hilarious and somehow, all the characters as Candyland characters work so well.”
Vroom, vroom, bitches (@blueink3) “I really enjoyed Vroom Vroom, Bitches, by Blueink3. It's an AU of the movie “Speed” with Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock. I've never seen the movie but now I might watch it.The fic is thrilling and peppered with romantic tension. It's a fun read.”
#friends of farm witches fic recs#sc fic rec#sc fanfic#schitts creek fic#schitts creek fanfic#schitts creek fic rec#David Rose#Patrick Brewer#david x patrick#sc fan art
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Here is his design btw
#[collie posts]#generation loss#genloss au#[genloss after dark! au]#tw gore#tw body horror#tw blood#scopohobia tw#gl!frank#[Afterdark!Frank]
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Monthly recap - March 2024
March 2023 just ended: here's what we posted online this month!
+++DRAWINGS+++
Il Cammino delle Leggende (The Way Of Legends) / Nuovo mondo oscuro (New Dark World) OCs
The Monarch is on the throne | Moonlight kissed | Light delight | Ghost Worldbuilding 2: Light and sound waves |
Gargoyles
Jolly little Puck
Commissions
Eye guy | Hiding your obsession (black and white) | Minis 301 - Oni | Study on a character - Maria T. Juana | Olekh Xia | Team Breakfast 3 |
Patrons Only!
Vore hero adventures (WIP) | Caspian (WIP) | Olekh Xia (WIP) |
Danny Phantom
Vlad x Maddie 1 | Plasmius study 1 | [collab] Furbi Irae | Plasmius Lemures | [Collab] Ghost Dragon | [Collab] Do you know what time is, young man? | Half ghost half boi | [Collab] Youngblood | Flexin' Ghosts | Vlad x Maddie 2 | Beach filler episode | [Collab] Even Death May Die | Ghost dissection as a friendly bonding activity | [Collab] Wrath of the Little Baby Man | [Collab] Saviors of the ghost zone | [Collab] Biting mini ghost | [Collab] Yeti | RGB Plasmius | Ghost Worldbuilding 1: Ectocontamination | [Collab] A boy and his ghost dog | [Collab] Pandora | [Collab] Ghost werewolf pup | Plasmius vs Fenton - MMA Fight AU | [Collab] Prison ball | [Collab] Ghost tamagotchi | Plasmius x Plasmius kiss 1 | [Collab] Heavy Dog | [Collab] Ectowork | [Collab] Doomed by the narrative | [Collab] Flaming rockstar ghost | [Collab] Eternal naptime | [Collab] Little Baby Clockwork | [Collab] Kids trio | [Collab] Reward for LBM | [Collab] Danny Dragon | [Collab] Sidekicks | [Collab] The Ghostly Creature | Love thyself, even if you're a ghost | Danny Quartz Phantom | [Collab] Bye, losers! | The Vampire and the Chained Storyboard Artists | [Collab] Under the water we're not alone | [Collab] Observer | [Collab] Time ghost | One Vlad a day keeps the doctor away #1 | Powered by friendship and electricity |
+++WRITING +++
Gli dei in catene
Introduzione | Glossario | 1. Benvenuta agli studios! |Intermezzo 1 | 2. Scene pericolose | 3. Danny Phantom Afterdark |4. Il signor Jenkins non sembra innocente |Intermezzo 2 |
Total of the published works in March 2024: 68
So, what do you think? Were we good? Could we do more? Support us and help us creating more stuff, better stuff, and to extend our world!
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WHB God MC AU Masterlist
@2af-afterdark is where it all began with their #god mc au
• And there are more of my nonsense babbling over there too, it's under 🐰 anon in the masterlist
☆ My God MC (Might change the design later)
☆ Remiel - The Seraph that Gabriel killed
Comic Crumbs
Nabe is "busy"
Naberius' implied "red rocket"
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writing blurb tag game <3
rules: post 3 snippets from published work, and 3 from your wips!
tagged by @husbandhoshi :)) thank youuu
finished works:
-from first days of spring; h.rj (on the ol' neonun-au blog)
-from bread and honey; l.dh (also on the old blog)
-from chapter i of can't help myself (currently re-editing to upload here)
wips/random abandoned fics:
-from shadowboxer; c.sc (part of the afterdark series)
-from chapter ii of can't help myself
-from ghost encounters; lee chan (part of the afterdark)
this was fun though honestly scrolling through my docs i forgot how much i had/was working on at one time lol so much random shit with like...a few sentences or a work or a paragraph. fun fun
idk who to tag...@97-liners @heartkyeom and idk anyone who wants to do this go for it???
#on writing#wips#tag game#took me a minute to get to soz i got really sucked into the sims yesterday LOL#mads.txt
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