#I actually spend the whole day making their designs and some things for the au

[m3char0b0l0v3r]

RUNS IN AND FALLS

HoWDY!! I've come and delivered a whole au again.

This..This time its two of my favourite things mushed into one!!

Say hi to my transformers welcome home au.

The thing is, instead of going to war and shit- they decided not to join the war or either sides! Yeah the welcome home gang is neutral or I might make a whole logo for their own sides.

They escape Cybertron and get themselves into a stasis lock bot (just like TFA Metroplex) which they got themselves onto earth and landed somewhere like very far from the cities and stuff and many trees (from what I think the website is, they look like they're surrounded by trees and nature)

And later more to be come actually since I'm tired and wanted to share my transformers babies!!! So here's some pics and designs!

I haven't figured out which transformers community to put them in but if I could make one! Or just mix up community's and mash them into one (anyways my eyes r set for transformers unicron trilogy and tfp.)

Also barnaby and poppy r maximals. Eddie a flyer too bc I feel like instead of running to mail stuff why not fly?? Oh why howdy is not a maximal?? Bc I have plans for him being a vehicle which idk and felt he would be a vehicle.

(Spoiler wally alt mode is that kids toy car!!)

[carbuncle-paws]

I've made a pokemon AU for Peter :3 yaaaay! Doubt I'm the first to draw him as a sneasler but I'm not gonna let it stop me.

Some information!

Sneasler ♂ lv???

Dark / Poison Ability: Insomnia (might change this) Lonely nature + quick tempered Main Attacks: Slash, Lash Out, Dire Claw/Poison Jab, Hone Claws/Nasty Plot Lesser used: Bite/Crunch/Jaw Lock, Close Combat, Thief, Endure, Spite

Design notes:

Very tall (6'5'') and thin, even by species standards.

Completely hairless (and featherless) and by extension, no facial or feet markings. Torso and poison are discolored (both blue)

Ripped off both his forehead and chest gems, there are faint scars where they used to be. The one on his chest is covered by a gem you gave him.

Wears a hood made from a Mightyena's pelt.

The back of his claws (the blue part) is razor sharp, they're basically gigantic knives. If getting backhanded by them doesn't kill you, the poison probably will.

From a distance or in dark lighting, he can be easily mistaken as a human. He can also speak our language (just like meowth), his voice is raspy and a bit deep, perhaps from an injury.

The PeterAU x Reader story outline below, if you're interested!

Character/Story notes:

(OOOPS this sort of became a whole story teehee oh well. This is basically what my outlines look like but I probably won't make this into an actual fic. So, enjoy!)

He has no name, but wouldn't mind if you gave him one.

He grew up with a fascination for humans, and even learned to speak our language, but was betrayed by the ones he had trusted. He almost died, and was left hideously disfigured in the eyes of his species (furless/featherless and discolored). For a long time he hated all humans, and would murder any unfortunate enough to enter his territory. Until he met you.

He saves you from being eaten by a pack of Mightyenas, which goes against his usual hatred for your species. He stalks you through the mountain forests for a while, thinking that he'd gather reasons why you deserve to die so he can savor killing you himself.

Instead... he gets attached, and that infuriates him. From the shadows, completely unbeknownst to you, he helps you return to civilization. He looked forward to forgetting you, and going back to the worldview he's comfortable with.

But then you keep coming back to his territory, which is bad for two big reasons. He doesn't like the effect you have on him, and the area is dangerous... he doesn't want you getting hurt. So, without revealing himself, he tries multiple times to show you how his mountains are no place for a human. Nothing works. Ironically, he also does things to protect you from real threats.

His fleeting attachment for you grows into a burning obsession in time, and he wants so badly to interact with you. But not only is he a pokemon... he is also ugly.

One day he slips up, and you spot a glimpse of him through the trees, but it's too shaded and you mistake him for a person, and you call out to him. Instantly understanding what you've mistaken him for, he tentatively responds, but refuses to leave his hiding place. You figure he's just shy, but are happy to see another person who isn't afraid to visit these mountains, which have a horrible reputation. Probably because he's been killing people, but you don't know that. It's a shame, because you find it so beautiful up here...

Visiting him becomes routine for you. He says some really weird things, but the way he views the world is so unique and refreshing, and you form a fast friendship. He is very stubborn about remaining out of sight, but does start altering his appearance so he can stop worrying that the occasional glimpse you do get might give him away. He tailors a crude Mightyena hood for himself to obscure his face and ears.

He becomes desperate to spend more time with you, especially when you start talking about moving away someday soon, away from the town full of people who don't understand you. He wants to go with you... he wants to be your pokemon, but thinks you won't accept him as he is. His past with humans has him believing that trainers only value beautiful or strong pokemon. So he starts doing crazy things to prove his worth. Like, killing the strongest pokemon in the area, and leading you to its corpse to gauge your reaction. He hoped you'd be in awe and wonder what could've felled such a beast, and then he would reveal that it was him... but instead you were terrified, and sad for the dead pokemon.

It shakes him, makes him hate himself so much more. If a monster isn't what you want... then he'll just have to become human for you. He destroys the parts of himself that makes him different from you, starting by ripping off the gems on his chest and forehead. His claws will be next... but the pain and blood loss from just the gems is too much, and almost kills him. You find him while he's passed out, and although you don't recognize that he's who you've been speaking to, you rush him into town and save his life.

He wakes up in a pokemon center surrounded by strange humans, and freaks the fuck out. He wounds one of the nurses badly and would've killed someone he didn't hear you screaming at him to stop. The future he built up in his head, of either becoming your pokemon or close enough to a human that you might accept him, shatters in an instant. He runs, breaking out of the building and mindlessly fleeing into the mountains. You're shocked by his reaction, and something about the silhouette he makes as he escapes through the trees is familiar...

The people in the town know that he must be the monster that's been killing people, and at the same time, you realize that he's actually the boy from the mountains. Your dear friend. An armed mob storms into his territory intent on revenge, despite your protests. They locate his den and start a fire to smoke him out or kill him via burning or suffocation.

You had followed them, and when they start the fire you try to physically stop them. They're stronger though and throw you to the ground, yelling insults at you for defending such a loathsome creature. They kick you into the den so you can burn with him.

You hurry further inside but can't seem to find him... instead, he finds you. He lunges from the shadows behind you, not realizing who you are, pinning you to the ground and snarling in your face. He would have ripped your jugular out with his teeth if you hadn't wrapped your arms around him and hugged tight, instead of fighting him off like he expected. It confuses him and he thrashes to get away but you don't let go, and he slowly comes to his senses, realizing that it's you.

Why are you here, after everything he did? That he's done, his reputation as a people killer? You know who and what he is now, but you're still here and the way you hold him, whispering soothingly into his ear... Is this really happening or has he finally lost his mind? He breaks down and squeezes you back, sobbing into the neck he'd been seconds away from tearing his teeth into.

Smoke starts robbing his den of breathable air and brings the both of you out of the moment, forcing you to confront the situation at hand. You try to run back to the exit first, but it's engulfed in flames. He takes you further inside, to where he usually sleeps, and light shines through a crack in the rocks above. He pushes you up to it and you crawl out, but he's too big to follow and he urges to go without him. This is the fate he deserves.

But you refuse, and start tearing at the stone and dirt above the opening with your bare hands. It finally sinks in, seeing you desperately trying to save him, just how much you really care and maybe... maybe that means his life might be worth living after all. That he deserves another chance.

He joins your efforts and uses his claws to pry apart more of the stone. It takes a gargantuan effort, and he starts to pass out as the oxygen in his den dwindles. You grab onto his arm and pull with all of your strength, and against the odds are able to drag him out.

You're both exhausted and completely out of breath, but you drag him into another embrace anyways. You tell him to never ever sacrifice himself like that again, that he's so important to you and you'd be devastated to lose him. You ask him... if he would go with you, away from here, and although the strong emotions that overtake him have him choking up too much to respond with words, the way he holds you back is all the confirmation you need.

Together the two of you travel far, far away, going on an adventure that explores the best and worst that humankind has to offer, and form an unbreakable bond.

Aaaaand that's it! Sorry if it's pretty cheesy hahahaha it's just what my brain went for in the short amount of time I wrote this up. Again, probably not going to write an actual fic out of this (or at least I won't consider it until my current one is finished) but I had a lot of fun and it was a nice little break before delving back into Angels Fall. Hope you guys liked it too >w</

[a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire]

Alright, I took a quick nap and Ive decided that I wanna get the UTM reenactment over with as quickly as possible so Im reading chapter 42 and then I'll reward myself with some pain au chocolats and not thinking about this book for the rest of the day and watching the 2002 takarazuka flower troupe production of elisabeth instead. lets go

Chapter 42

here we fucking go with the illyrian wingspan-dicksize correlation, how would Amren even know that isnt she above sex or something. Honestly, I think Cassian would know wayyyyy more about that. on account of all the gay sex hes having i mean. I thought of that joke and then I realized that you could interpret it to mean that he knows about that because hes illyrian and has a dick, but I want to make it very clear that this is a gay sex joke

how come wings are so sensitive that just barely stroking them makes you moan and shudder but you can still fly with them in harsh winds with no issue. My headcanon is that wings arent actually that sensitive, Rhysand and Cassian are just weirdos with a specific kink

This conversation Feyre and Rhys are having about his wings is so weird, its like dirty and yet uncomfortably clinical

oh Rhysand is quicker than death just fucking kill me, im getting so angry again

Syphons are called 'Trichtersteine' ['funnel stones' or 'funnel gems'] in german which is more accurate to how we're actually told they work imo but it sounds pretty lame

Is it just me or is Rhysand being kinda weirdly paranoid rn. I mean granted, they did just get attacked with ash arrows so maybe hes actually doing a good job for once and Im just biased against him

Okay so we finally get some night court fae wearing white, but of course its not for moon symbolism its so they can blend in with the rock of the mountain because this series does nothing but disappoint me

The Hewn City actually sounds really cool, why couldnt this have been the secret city where we spend most of our time, you couldve made it a whole thing about Feyre healing from her trauma UTM through like, exposure therapy or something idk. That wouldve been neat and dramatic, her healing from her UTM trauma in the place that inspired it with the person that inflicted it. I mean, maybe that would be less healthy and even more controversial than Feysand already is but then you could atleast lean into the dark romance of it

I mightve said this already but you knowwww sjm is NOT a painter and consulted ZERO painters because Ive never heard of anyone think about creating art the way feyre does

and Mor is wearing red AGAIN why would you make this a trigger for Feyre just go back and edit it out its not like it matters

God, the description of her outfit is so deeply discomfortingl like it literally is exactly what she wore while she was being drugged assaulted but atleast they left the bodypaint out this time

"[Keir] looked at my face, then my body. I had thought that he would stare and drool greedily but... there was nothing. No emotion. Just ice cold. Shaking internally, - from anger and revulsion - I followed Mor." Im sorry, is she mad that Keir doesnt find her hot????

Theres something uncomfortable about Feyre referring to Rhysand as 'Mor's Lord' especially when we just had a whole paragraph describing her as a proud and empowered queen

"Usually, one Syphon was enough for an Illyrian to to able to steer his urge to kill down the right path." what???

Now shes describing Azriel as dark and beautiful as death and oughhhhhh i knoww im the only who cares about this and its for a pretty stupid reason but I care a lot and it makes me very angry

Feyre referring to a 19 year old Mor as 'barely more than a child' is weirdddddd

of COURSE hes wearing a black tunic for this, I cant believe this is the guy that the fandom has designated the fashion lover when he has two (2) outfits

Feyre describing Rhysand as sooooo powerful and beautiful with a face of nightmares and dreams makes me want to vomit, but more importantly, it makes me yearn to rewatch the 1996 takarazuka star troupe production of Elisabeth with Asaji Saki as Death who unirionically fits all of Feyres descriptors 1000 times better

Not Rhysand using Feyres Cursebreaker title while hes thoroughly humiliating her

Now Feyre is calling him a god, bro youre not gonna be able to have sex if you jack him off this hard hes gonna be all sore

Imagine being a hewn city noble and you all get together because your high lord wants something from you and youre kinda scared because hes the worst, and then you just have to watch him finger some random lady. and you cant leave because then he'll just kill you

I dont like that this is framed as empowering to Feyre, i think its one thing to write a female character who sexualises herself in order to empower herself but the fact that Feyre is doing this at the behest of Rhys automatically renders it non-empowering to me. Like yeah, she obviously consented to this but it wasnt her idea but this was not her idea and this is not something she usually does, the only times shes been sexualized like this is because it was part of some plan that Rhysand came up with

"[Keir] apparently clung to the power. But Rhys was the power." i hate that that sentence made me think of Keir/Rhysand as a ship why am I so goddamn yaoi-brained. And yeah, i know theyre related but according to Rhys himself, he and Mor are only cousins in the most distant sense, so. Man, that would make the IC dynamics so much more fucked up but also so much funnier

Theyre trying so hard to make this hot n sexy but its just so unappealing and dragged out. Granted, sorry if this is TMI, but I did just jerk off so Im all out of horniness for the next little while so maybe I just dont like this because Im not in the mood but idk. theres something so annoying about this, i think its how over-the-top and artificial Rhysands hotness feels, not to mention the fact that he is absolutely not my type

Imagine being Keir rn, just trying to do your job and tell your high lord everything that he needs to know, meanwhile his high lord is sitting in front of him fondling his new sex slave and you just have to keep a straight face. i mean, he sucks ass so i guess he deserves it but man

Presented to you with no further comment: "My breasts became heavy and full, longing, desiring, just like my crotch."

goddamnit, Rhysand just said that he put Feyre on his leash and then Keir made a kinda slutshame-y remark about her clothes and then I thought Rhys was like "maybe I'll put you on a leash too" but it was Feyre who said that. another loss for big gay incest

"He liked this as little as I did" uhhhhh no offense girlie but you actually seem to be having a pretty great time rn

I dont even know what to say about this part where Feyre is like, detaching herself from her thoughts that are calling her a traitor a liar and a whore ?? I think thats whats happening here?? Like, its trying so hard to be sexy but its invoking the imagery of Feyre's (and even Rhysand's) trauma and its just very strange

It took Rhys a fucking eternity to actually touch her pussy

What if Keir developed a voyerism kink because of this. would that be fucked up or what

Its so weird how Feyre thinks about how maybe Rhysand doesnt like sex or being desirable anymore because of amarantha and that certainly sounds like a trauma response he should have but instead it just never matters

"I had been tortured and tormented but my pain was nothing compared to his." YOU DIED

Oh man I cant believe I completely forgot about the absolutely iconic part where Rhysand gets so mad Keir for calling the woman he introduced as a whore a whore that he telepathically breaks his hand about it

what was the point of doing that, Feyre didnt even seem to like it that much

[cupcakeslushie]

So it seems like Leo and Donnie get pretty close fairly quickly in your au so I was kinda wondering if that's something the rest of the other brothers/family would be jealous of? Like just the fact that these two click so well while maybe some of the others are struggling with that?

At the start Raph might be a little jealous of Leo’s relationship to Donnie and Mikey but after Leo’s rescue their relationship changes a lot. All in all though Raph and Mikey aren’t really jealous of the twins’ relationship, cause they all each have their own special kind of bond with each other.

Raph and Mikey are the Lou Jitsu, skateboarding, and comics lovers duo. They both enjoy the more traditional stuff that teenage boys like, so they probably spend the most time hanging out doing those, just the two of them. Especially seeing as Leo and Donnie can prefer their solitude by way of the dojo and lab (though the whole keeping their distance thing is worse mostly in the beginning and they do get better).

For Leo and Donnie it’s like…two chaotic, but wholesome puzzle pieces finally slotting together to make a full picture. Raph and Mikey can tell how much their brothers benefit from something like that, so they’re happy to see it.

For Leo and Raph, (post 2nd rescue at least) they bond over being the two oldest, and help each other deal with the stress that comes from that. They both have issues dealing with their anger, so they have a space of time each day where they work on either mediation or sparring in the dojo. And since they co-lead the team, they spend time coming up with ideas for training, or patrol routes.

For Leo and Mikey, their relationship is close to canon. Where Mikey clearly, really looks up to Leo, and they certainly become a very…special kind of lovably dumb when they’re together lol. But the biggest difference is Leo’s way more overprotective of Mikey, thanks to the whole mess of Leo feeling like he failed to protect Mikey when they were younger.

For Donnie and Raph, Don puts Raph on a pedestal and admires him a lot, both for traits Donnie has sorta created in his head, and actual real stuff he sees from his big bro, but then, the more Donnie learns about Raph, the more he realizes Raph is even cooler than anything his brain could come up with. When Donnie needs a break from working in his lab, they’ll spend lazy afternoons just playing video games and eating junk food.

For Donnie and Mikey, they cause max stress to their big brothers any time they decide to do anything together outside the lair. Also they are the best for info-dumping to each other. Mikey will sit in the lab for hours while Donnie rambles on about his ideas, or any future designs. Alternatively Donnie will bring a small project with him into Mikey’s art studio while Mikey talks a million miles an hour, jumping between subjects with no warning. Each has no trouble keeping up while the other talks.

[ruddyhotelau]

Hey, here I have a wHoLe bunch of questions about Baxter, because I kin his design and description in your au and, actually, there isn't enough content with that boi :(

I already have a handful of headcannons about him, but curious about the original interpretation more (advance thanks✨)

1. Extrovert/introvert?

2. Phlegmatic/choleric/melancholic/ sanguine? In general, short-tempered or not?

3. Aspires to power/not?

4. In what field (chemistry, genetics, medicine) does he conduct experiments?

5. His opinion of Vox, Alastor, Emily and Michael?

6. How did he die?

7. Aaand... Will he redeem himself like Sir Pentious?

Thank you so much for loving his design in our AU✨✨✨

And sure, we will try to give you more information about him.

1. He is an introvert, Baxter prefer to spend his time alone doing science experiments in his underground lab rather than using his precious time doing some of the Hotel's activities.

2. I think around 50/50. He is not really a short-temper person but he is not patient enough to deal with Val's bullshit sometime (But honestly, except for Emily, not a lot of people can keep up with Val's bullshit) 3. Hmmmmmm, I think he would love to create chaos and destruction by using his science invention. He is a mad scientist after all. But I don't think the phase "hunger for power" would fit him. Seeing people misery can be fun but being powerful can draw a lot of attention, Baxter just don't enjoy that special treatment.

4. I think about chemistry, physics, modern tech and maybe some about genes.

5. Vox: Vox is his former "boss" but before that, they used to be business partner. Baxter create the tech while Vox sale it, things was smooth and easy for Baxter back then until one day, the deal shifted... He hate Vox but fate still find a way for him to make him work with the TV somehow.

Valentino: He is annoyed, so so freaking annoyed with all of his sex joke, gaslight and manipulated. Baxter despite the moth guy buy somehow that just make him the bartender's favorite toy.

Emily: Naive disney princess think she can fix everything with a song and playing therapy. He pity for someone like her end up in Hell and he also feel tired by her optimistic energy sometime. He isn't exactly hate her? But he know he not really fond of her either, Baxter didn't like people that he think is naive and stupid.

Michael: Stay away from him, as far as possible.

6. I haven't think of that yet. Maybe science experience went wrong? 7. Hmmmmmmmmm, we haven't decided yet since we haven't come up with the decision about should he even die.

[crushedsweets]

do u have any more bonnie lore that u can share with us? i’m obsessed with her design and her story<3

Ok I’m assuming you mean ghost Bonnie… hmm… but let me see if I can collect random thoughts. Also thank you anon youre a sweetheart <3

General summary: “The Ghost Bride” is a version of my crp OC bonnie made for a 2014-fanon slender mansion AU with my friends! She lives in the mansion w all my friends OCs. The mansion is in a.. pocket dimension sorta? I think?

This is really funny but I watched inside out 2. Anxiety/maya hawke is probably her voice claim. HAHAHAH

She sorta gives the energy of Megan in “but I’m a cheerleader”. She’s largely in denial about being a lesbian and is pretty clueless/ignorant on it, having grown up in the 70-80s before she died

Her fiancé was a very traditional American guy. Huge family of hunters, which always made Bonnie uneasy going to his house and seeing deer heads displayed on the walls. When he hunted her down for running off the aisle, she was mostly thinking about all those deer. And how she was next, obvi

Her story (after death) mainly goes in 2-3 arcs:

1. She spends several decades(although time is distorted) in the slender forest just roaming around, sobbing, begging her fiancé not to shoot, hiding behind trees and rocks and heaving nonstop. It’s impossible to talk to her and she’s MOSTLY not even visible to other residents, considering she’s a ghost - but occasionally she spooks people

2. Eventually she starts to settle into the mansion. Slendy sorta messes with her head - he tries to make her forget what happened to her, and make her forget that she’s even dead, but it actually just leaves her really confused and having a constantly warped sense of reality and what stage of life she’s in. Sometimes she thinks she’s back in highschool fawning over a crush, sometimes she thinks she’s days away from her dream wedding, sometimes she thinks she’s been married for years. In general she’s just kinda like… stupid …. Super ditzy, just lays around in bed all day in nightgowns and reading teen magazines and chewing bubblegum. Doesn’t throw tantrums but she will have random moments where she loses her shit and starts tearing her room apart freaking out over a wedding. Gets called bridezilla by a certain somebody… 😒😒

3. She ends up killing her fiancé, and that’s sorta what snaps her back into reality. She understands, remembers, and accepts what happened to her. She spends time with her friends and begins the whole “ghost recovery acceptance processing your own death” thing. She’s mostly okay with it, considering she’s exactly where she wants to be - a freaky mansion with her friends, ran by some guy she views as a father figure

She tends to the mansions garden the most I believe. Usually drags her friends out and makes them do a lot of the harder work (mowing the lawn, dealing with pests, cleaning gutters) while she does the rest. Eventually gets told off for gender roles or something funny . LMAOOO

She cannot cook. Swears she’s gonna be the best damn house wife in the world. Cannot cook. Can not cook. Hear me when I say this. She can not cook. OK IM EXAGGERATING but she does suck at cooking…

Loves wearing bunny slippers and making her friends match other animal slippers with her.

Always has to be in some sort of bridal wear - whether it’s a wedding dress, a bridal party dress, a slip dress, night gown, robe. Something white and frilly and preferably silky

I dunnooo… lmk if y’all have any specific questions cuz I haven’t really been working on her lately

[seramilla]

Ok after reading through ALL of the current posts. I think I got a good enough summary of the College/Crack AU (Note: Some of these lines are copy pasted directly from the asks and replies of the posts)

Seramilla gets married by Asmodeus, who gives them an Asmodean crystal so they can take a break on Earth. They bring Clara, Odette and Emily but when Sera finds out that Vaggie was an unborn Carmine, Sera brings her too. They, somehow, forget to tell her this so Vaggie thinks she's just a guard who needs to fit in so also goes to college.

Vaggie calls Charlie to save her. Charlie arrives but after spending sometime in the human Realm decides to stay to learn more about it, forcing Vaggie to accept her fate, eventually.All of them have human disguises, Sera, Emily and Carmilla look like notherpuppet’s human designs from their Human!Radioapple AU. Clara, Odette, Vaggie and Charlie just have different skin tones and eyes and more normal heights (Vaggie approves of this one).

Vaggie does not do well in academics since she was raised to be a soldier, but does AMAZINGLY at sports and extracurriculars. Military tries to recruit her, she decline and she HEAVILY side-eyes the ROTC students. Charlie has comprehensive double major in hospitality management and musical theatre with two minors in conflict resolution and counseling. Clara and Odette have Mechanics/Engineering and they're so good at it that they corrected the teacher until the teacher quit. Emily is doing something in Early Childhood Development and Education.

Carmilla applies for the Dean of the college that hosts the mechanical engineering program so her daughters and the other students will actually learn something. You don’t manufacture supernatural angelic weapons for hundreds/thousands of years without outsmarting literally every mortal on Earth. Meanwhile, Sera becomes Chief Financial Officer and Head of the Board of Trustees. She improves fundraising efforts to help fund scholarships and financial aid, appropriates funds and directs them to appropriate departments to improve campus infrastructure and buy teaching equipment, and reduces overhead by cutting executive salaries to pay professors and student workers more. Everyone loves her.

Whenever they go on a field trip they ALWAYS forget to tell Vaggie what they're doing and where exactly they will be going. Clara is still dating Kiki and Velvette and Odette is still with Verosika. Kiki and Verosika visit their girls whenever they have a gig in the human world. Velvette still hasn't come up yet, though I doubt this would last long.

Hope this helps everyone. Some parts of this is still a bit confusing but I hope this helps makes sense of this (lovingly) CrackPot AU

You’ve summarized it better than I could! 😂

Only thing I’d add is Seramilla pretending to not know each other, to have some fun with the staff and student body, but on their last day on Earth, they pull a stunt on stage showing they were married all along. The fan club goes wild! They knew it the whole time!

Thanks for the summary!! 🙏💜

[squipdop]

HIIIII CAN I ASK ABOUT THE SIX YEARS LATER AU???

Howd they bring up the junior scouts idea to max??? Was he like Whatever sure or super tsundere or surprisingly emotional that they wanted him back after he aged out?? Did anyone else come back or do special day-long visits like how schools bring in visitors? What does max think of the new kids? They all look so cool i love Max's hair!!!!

HI HI HELLO YES OFC!!! :33

Okay so. I call it the '6 years later' AU but technically i have Stuff Planned for all the time that passed between now and then too, so this'll be a bit longer, sorry!!

Max joining the counselor team was actually kind of a natural/gradual development?? Basically, since I can't make CC content that isn't found family Max has a shit home life, and, even if he hates to admit it at first, the three months of summer camp become his bright spot each year. David and Gwen catch on to that, but there isn't much they can do to help outside of camp - until one day Max (age 13/14ish) shows up on Gwen's doorstep because he ran away from home, 'since his parents won't care either way'. While he does return home after hiding out at Gwen's place for a weekend, this kind of kicks off a pattern of Max running away sporadically, to Gwen's, later David's, or his friends places. I could go into more detail here but. this is already long. oop.

ANYWAYS. So with Max spending basically all the time he can away from home and the summers at camp, once he ages out there's. A Bit of panic starting in him once summer gets closer again, because his Safe Place seems inaccessible, and two of his OTHER options, especially for longer stays away from home, would also be unavailable. Gwen and David notice this (it manifests in Max staying over More but Angrier) and try to find a solution. Gwen proposes the Jr Counselor idea. They introduce the idea to Max by kinda implying that workload around camp is a lot, and it'd really hurt to miss one of their most experienced campers, but... maybe, if he worked there too (well, interned. basically unpaid. but! no camp tuition!) he could help them? so they basically give Max a way to say yes without admitting that he's the one who needs camp the most. He does insult the whole thing ofc, and says like he's just doing it because he knows camp would burn down without him there ("actually, most of the fires we had were started by you...?" "shut it, david") but secretly he's really really happy. He might even thank them later that evening. Quietly. Before complaining about it preemptively. <3

WAH THATS ALREADY SUCH A WALL OF TEXT ok ill hurry up w the rest:

While most of the other campers had some rotations over the years, I don't have conk rete plans for most of them - Nikki and Neil are still Max' gang, and returned for multiple summers, if not all. This year though, Neil is busy with college prep, and Nikki is spending the summer at home because of family crisis. They still video call a lot, they're still The Gang. I have sketched designs for them, but I'm not quite happy yet.

Max at first doesn't take his role seriously, because he's basically just Back For Another Summer, but pretty quickly realises Gwen and David DO have expectations, and DO give him responsibilities. He takes a while to come around on his new relationship to the younger kids, and especially one of the youngest kids takes a liking to him, a very anxious young girl, which annoys him at first, but... well. It's a whole ~character arc~ for Max waiting to happen tbh.

OK THANK YOU IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR IM SORRY ITS SO LONG. i wasnt lying when i said i have So Many Thoughts about this. ANYWAYS as thank u for getting this far heres a doodle of Max putting up his hair. :3c

[usaigi]

Ashen Wolves + Jeritza Modern AU HCs

Ashen Wolves in my fic (read it, it's funny) I couldn't fit everything in putting it all here

Yuri

Works at the bar Abyss (which has a secret BDSM dungeon in the basement)

Lives in a punk house with the others and unfortunately (but unsurprisingly) the only one responsible enough to pay rent

Everything else is a gamble. Will they have electricity this month? Water? Eh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Hey wanna go out? I know a place” (takes them to the health food dumpster that tosses out perfectly good packaged food) 

“Am I scared of twink death? Please.” 

SWer out of necessity, sends most of the money he makes back to his disabled mom

(TW human trafficking mention) Yuri's father met his mother, a young poor vietnamese women. He promise he'd take care of her give her a better life in UK. Yeah right. Due to everything, she's extremely traumatized and unable to work.

Because of his and his mother's trauma, extremely protective of the most vulnerable in his community(women, children, immigrants, pwMI) 

Balthus

New Jersey represent 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

Italian-American. Always correcting everyone on how to actually pronounce Italian words

Got into a tinyyyy minor disagreement with the mob and, in short, he owes them like gazillion dollars

Half-ass faked his death (so much party city fake blood) and is hiding out in Europe

He wears a fake mustache and puts on a fake Italian accent whenever he's in public

Sells drugs to the Garreg Mach kids. 

“Balthus get a job.” “I have a business” “Isn’t that why you had to leave the States?”

The only one not to have a room. He sleeps on the couch (he had an air mattress. Had.)

Constance

In the late 1800s/early 1900s, her ancestor founded Nuvelle Inc., a pharmaceutical and biotechnology corporation

Her great-grandfather publically sided with the Republicans in the Spanish Civil War since he was in support of Basque Independence. Later assassinated by the fascist government in retaliation 

Later, Constance's grandfather got backstabbed by his board and fired from the company

Her family was in denial about the whole thing and desperate to keep up with the appearance of wealth and continue to spend a lot of money. By the time Constance was born, they was in loads of debt

(tw suicide mention) Lost her mother in an accident. Then her father committed suicide, leaving Constance an orphan by 13.

Used the little inheritance she had to go to Garreg Mach and pretend everything was ok. Would lie anytime someone asked about her home life. Was forced to drop out at 16 because she ran out of money. To embarrassed to ask for help, she lied to everyone and told them she was going to study in the states

Yuri found her sleeping on a bench and took her in. Offered to buy her a ticket home until she finally admitted she lost everything and has no home to go back to

Dumpster drives at Garreg Mach for designer clothes. Ridiculous how much these rich kids (Hilda) toss out

Hapi

Romani :) 

Ran away from home when she was a teenager to “see the world.” Unfortunately, got taken in by some questionable people 

Cordelia found her and just felt so bad for her :( “oh no, a poor brown girl in need of help.” Offered to take her in and promised to help her get back home

Bullshit.

Finally able to run away and flee the country. She meets Balthus and Yuri because they were dumpster diving at the same spot. 

She and Constance have this thing of getting naked and howling at the full moon each month

Emile Jeritza

Born into a religious cult in good old USA 🇺🇸 His father was the cult leader and had multiple wives. 

His mother had a child from a previous relationship. Despite having numerous half-siblings, Emile was only close to Mercedes. She was the only one who didn’t scold him for crying and having “feminine” feelings after all

One day, his mother and beloved sister disappear. He never even got to say goodbye.. 

unbeknownst to him, when his mother and sister left they were fleeing for their lives. His mother immediately started to fight for custody of him but she was not an American citizen (while Emile and dad were) and she was trying to take him back to Europe

When Emile found out about what his father did, he… 

On the run from the FBI :) 

The wolves know about his history but fuck his dad, mofo had it coming. 

Yuri was standing behind Jeritza at the store when he saw Jeritza didn’t have enough money for food and cat food. He told the cash register to put the sandwich back. Yuri bought him the sandwich. 

[sunny6677]

𝙃𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝

TWS: WEAPONRY IMAGERY, INSANITY IMPLICATIONS, BLOOD IMAGERY, CREEOY ASS DOLL IMAGERY, THIS AU IS KINDA DARK COMPARED TO MY OTHER ONES SO BE WARNED, DEAD BODY MENTIONS, A BIT OF GORE YOU COULD SAY, DEATH, ANGST.

(YES. THIS AU IS KIND OF BASED OFF OF/INSPIRED OFF OF HORRORTALE.)

☆ 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: Skid had been kidnapped by a cult member, once Eyes had emerged and once the cult had been taken over by the whole town. For years, he was tortured mentally and maybe a bit physically by that cult member, until he one day escaped his chamber, threw on his whole costume after 3 years of not wearing it at all and got the hell out of there. He ran back to his old town, hoping to reunite with old faces. But he was met with a completely new, horrifying world. Skid finds a doll which is possessed by his dead friend Pump, and carries it with him for the rest of the journey. Skid has to decide. Should he continue looking for a place to stay until he finally finds a safe one in this completely horrific world that is new to him? Or should he escape?

Designs so far:

Lila:

Skid immediately went to her house once he returned back to the town, and the two had a rather emotional reunion. Lila and Skid were thrilled to see eachother, but Lila seemed a bit.. unstable. For a few days, everything seemed slightly okay. Lila was happy Skid was back, and Skid was happy he got to see his mom again after three years, but he was still very anxious. Skid then discovered that the doors to the house were actually locked though, and upon looking inside of a room Lila said not to go in, he found dead bodies. Skid was horrified, and after trying to make excuses for his mother out of not wanting to believe she murdered people, he worked up the courage to try and escape. But Lila found Skid, and thus, a chase began to ensue. Skid locked himself inside of his room, and began to try and break the window open so he could escape. But when he finally managed to succeed, Lila broke down into tears and began to have a mental breakdown. Skid began comforting her from inside of his room, and right then and there, Lila finally realized what she had been doing after trying to desperately convince Skid to say with her. She began to cry, and cried about the things she had done, saying she was an awful person. After comforting Lila some more, she would then let Skid leave, and let Skid find a safer place to stay. But Lila sent him off with a warning that it would not be easy to find a safer place to stay. Even so, she promised to work on herself, so one day, they could spend time with eachother as mother and son again.

Kevin:

After Skid left Lila's house, he went to Kevin's old candy store, and saw that it was empty. After going to the back though, Kevin suddenly appeared behind him, asking who was there in an ominous tone. Kevin seemed threatening, and very menacing at that. Skid began panicking, and when Kevin finally found him, Skid began to desperately plead for Kevin not to kill him and began to frantically say that it was him. After Kevin somehow calmed down a panicking Skid, the two had a rather strange and weird reunion. When Kevin brought Skid back inside, Skid asked Kevin if he could say, to which Kevin said yes, but on a few questions. One being to never look into the boxes that were in the back, for he would see something he didn't want to see. Skid hesitantly obeyed, anxious and skeptical. For 4 weeks, Skid stayed with Kevin, the candy store basically being Skids new home(Kevin even made him a makeshift bed behind the counter lmao). But whenever Skid snuck off into the back, he was skeptical from what happened with Lila, so he decided to disobey Kevin and searched through the boxes. In the boxes, he found.. err, a rather bloody sight I won't be specifying. But the things in the boxes were children. Skid understandably began to freak out, but Kevin suddenly appeared from behind him. The two began to have a rather tense confrontation, with Skid slicing Kevin in the face with a dagger that was nearby out of desperation for his own survival when Kevin got too close. This made Kevin angry, and he began to ominously chase Skid. Pumps spirit began to encourage a panicking Skid to kill Kevin, but Skid was hesitant. Eventually, Skid managed to stab Kevin in the chest whenever Kevin wasn't looking. Kevin fell to the ground. Skid began to cry, frantically apologizing. But Kevin kept trying to comfort him, saying he did the right thing and that it was okay. Kevin began to tell Skid to go, to leave so he wouldn't get hurt, to find somewhere else to stay. Hesitantly, Skid obeyed and ran off. I will not be specifying whether Kevin died or not, because I will be leaving that a mystery for now.

Robert & Ross + Roy:

Skid ran and ran and ran, frantically trying to get away from any nearby person. But while running, he became so frantic and hysterical that eventually, he just collapsed in some nearby alleyway. But then two familiar faces found him in the alleyway, Robert and Ross. The three of them had a rather emotional reunion, but Skid seemed a bit afraid this time, afraid that they would too be unstable like Lila and Kevin. But with enough assurance, Skid was convinced that he could stay with them. The two brought him to their shared house, and Skid stayed there for about a month. Living with them was actually pretty okay, even with Ross's health problems and even with Robert's emotionally unstable state. But one night, Roy ended up breaking into their home, and began to try and kill all three of them. Roy seemed very manic and unstable, and even had an axe. Ross managed to fend Roy off, and got him the hell out of the house by injuring him a decent amount. But due to the fight, Ross had began to cough up blood again, which led to Robert having to help Ross and which led to Skid being sent back to bed. A week later though, while the three of them had been trying to get supplies, they bumped into Roy again. Roy began to fight the three of them, trying to kill them once more. Eventually, Roy corned all three of them in an alleyway, and Ross and Robert began to attempt to fight him. But they were unsuccessful, and were fatally injured in the process. In an act of desperation and emotional pain, Skid grabbed a nearby sharp object, and stabbed Roy with it.. fatally. Skid managed to kill Roy, thank god. Skid then crawled over to Ross and Robert, and witnessed them both die. The two tried to comfort him as they both died, laying there. Skid cried, and cried even harder as they passed on. Skid did not move from their bodies for a while, and slept beside them. But eventually, Pumps spirit managed to encourage him enough to get up and find another home. Pump was beginning to seem insistent on Skid just leaving the town though.

That's all I have so far for the story, but I'll add more soon. As for an explanation as to why Pump is dead though; cult members ended up brutally killing him. Simple.

[chiarrara]

More ab the art school au:

I was thinking about Nanami and at first I thought he could’ve been in packaging or industrial design(bcs of the whole corporate salaryman thing) but the more I thought about it and his cursed technique the more I think woodwork would be a good option for him(lots of measuring, lots of physical work) . In this au I think he quit art for a while because he realized how much the academic art world was draining him and everyone else and realized how awful the industry can be so he went on to have a normal job. But you know what sucks more than being forced to pump out art quicker than you can manage? Being forced to stare at a Microsoft excel sheet for 8 hours a day. So if he went back and became a teacher at the school, I think he’d be teaching one of the “normal” subjects (math or history for example) but would still let students ask for art advice he has.

I actually haven’t thought about Yuuta as much but I think he’d do amazing ink illustrations(he’d be a dope tattoo or manga artist), so I’d say he’d either be in fine arts or graphic design. His drawings are mostly black and white with just a small pop of color and he’d use a LOT of cross hatches and lines. I think at least a few people asked him to design their next tattoo for them.

Since you mentioned Dagon, while I do think that sealife and the cycles of life would fascinate him and he’d definitely incorporate that into his work, what I do think would intrigue him more is the fear of the ocean, how vast it is, and how little we know about it. I think he’d do amazing mosaics using things he finds on the beach like seashells and stones,( Kind of like the thing you mentioned with Hanami combining art with actual plants) which he gets by foraging on the beach for a few hours every weekend(and that’s also why his house has sand everywhere). I think he’d also love the fucked up looking fish at the bottom of the ocean. He’d also love doing very large murals and mosaics just because it helps emphasize how massive ocean is

Nanami: okay no so I'm thinking about what you were saying in the other ask about the parallels between the art world and the jjsorcery world, specifically the working conditions. And thinking about Nanami getting burnt out, but then going to a place where he has no creative outlet and he's getting just as burnt out anyway, maybe worse. Like if he's going to be overworked at least he's going to be somewhere he can get paid to create and have resources supporting that. I can just imagine how soul draining it was to be somewhat cut off from that.

I love him being a math teacher thoooooo :) he has such high school math teacher energy. Not like Gojo who has PROFESSOR energy, but tired button up and slacks hs math teacher teaching the same subjects over and over again trying to get kids to understand trig and geometry and logarithms. I'm just getting so nostalgic for my old hs and cc math teachers lol, they're so silly.

Also it would be so neat if (like his cursed technique) he just had a knack for eyeballing measurements and getting them near perfect when woodworking. And I wonder if nobara would like to be mentored by him......

Yuuta: awwww I love Yuuta as an illustratorrrrr. reminds me of my lil emo friends and me in hs drawing on anything and everything and honestly making some pretty cool designs. Always black ink or pencil haha. I love to think that he would be designing tattoos for his friends, and then maybe just kind of get a reputation, like his skills getting around by word of mouth and he starts designing for a lot of people.

I also can imagine him doing a series of stylized portraits of his friends. Do you think he still would come into the art school pretty depressed & lonely and then make good friends? Is Rika around?

Dagon: okay this is so so so so so cool. The mosaics, him like tracking sand in everywhere, spending hours just collecting things on the shore. but omg i can picture the large like gallery wall murals of sea glass and shells and fish bone.... ugh like it's so beautiful in my mind I love this au

[saltyztuna]

Argenthill Magical Girl Yuri Au

(I’ll come back to add to this later)

OKOK in the zone rn so I’m just gonna jot down what I’ve cooked up for a argenthill magical girl yuri au uhm disclaimer 1. They are all adults in this au, a lot of the ‘professional’ magical girls in this universe do this as a job. 2. I am just trying to get this outta my brain rn before I forget so some details are a w.i.p and I also have not thought very far into this.. my brain just got distracted by a stray thought and decided it seemed interesting enough to pick up and build on 😖!!

onto some thoughts about argenti in this au..

the way argenti is introduced to magical girls-

(which I’m now shortening to MGs because I’m too lazy to type that 700 more times)

is through this au’s version of idrilla, argenti was sickly as a child and turned to stories and documentaries about MGs as a form of escapism. one day her tv was broadcasting a special on idrilla for a anniversary of some kind and argenti happened to be watching it that day. basically idrilla went on to talk about their career and their ideals. that broadcast inspired argenti to want to become a MGs. although since she was ill and didn’t have a good connection with magic- she couldn’t become one..

like it poisons her bad, she DOES NOT have a good reaction to it. and the illness she has is due to an overbundance already in her system.. so her caretaker doesn’t allow her to become one. it could kill her if she did attempt to become one normally.. but luckily for her on what is legit the worst day of her life- she stumbles upon an injured animal and nurses it to health. that animal turns out to be a MGs mascot. they’re miscellaneous animals that turn into various weaponry or armor. think mog from ff13-2!- argenti’s is a helmet. Idk the animal yet.. but it offers her a safe way to become a magical girl and she takes the offer. she quickly skyrockets onto the popularity charts due to her charisma and natural talent. her type of magical girl archetype is more of a kind of like idol/celebrity type magical girl. main motif are rose/feathers

main outfit design insp is lightning ff13-2 (mainly the feather skirt w armor combo…)

other misc insp is beauty and the beast fairytale (has a secondary form where her helmet falls onto her head and she enters an enraged beast state. she is both beauty and beast ehhhheheheheh)

Further design notes for self. make inside of hair white. keep armor even tho it’s gonna be ass to draw everytime.. I like to make myself suffer apparently.

sphere/casting staff combo.

as for boothill

Boothill picks up MGs as a side job to earn some extra cash and take out evil folk. she has an actual day job aside from her nightly magical girl vigilante justice shenanigans. still deciding on her job but maybe a family business of some kind. unsure if her daughter is alive or not but aside from the kinda angsty stuff in their backstories I want this au to be fluffy and silly🥹✌️ like things mights get tense depending on where I decide to take the story( I have ideas…) uhm but they do get a happy ending!! as for how boothill got roped into the magical girl world, since her daughter does/did exist in this au- I’m thinking maybe her daughter was obsessed with them and wanted to be one. whether or not she’s alive in this au or not, it leads to boothill becoming one. either to get extra money to keep her and her daughter afloat or in her daughter’s honor after her death. boothill doesn’t have a company or organization backing her. she does freelance work under an obscure unofficial guild.

Idrilla Yapping

Idrilla as big bad. Anti-villain. could have possibly been a hero or anti-hero if things had been slightly different. They disappeared a long while before the setting of the story. After spending years promoting the magical girl industry and basically popularizing it as well as inspiring a whole generation of magical girls- they uncovered the truth about the power system and culture they currently have and how it ends up leading to the death of many of the workers very early in life due to basically burning up their magical reserves and then their life force. Realizing they basically led these girls and young women to their doom, in repentance idrilla retires from their job and falls off the face of the planet. wanting to do right by the MGs she did wrong she vows to tear down the system and prevent anyone else from the same fate.

more misc stuff

⭐️boothill is aware of how the current system works, she hates it but manages to make it work in her favor for now.

⭐️argenti is unaware not out of naivety but because she chooses to ignore warning signs, out of a desperate need to believe the world is the beautiful place her idol once described it as. she doesn’t really have choice much else to believe in after her idol disappearence. because if it isn’t then why did she fight so hard for her place in it.

⭐️the magic used to make magical girls- can also turn them into the beasts they fight.

basically what happens is.. when a magical girl uses her powers too often and too recklessly. they begin to develop a syndrome where they become ‘allergic’ to their magic. this syndrome if not treated correctly then turns said magical girl into a monster.

Argenti has a version of this, until meeting her mascot she didn’t really use any type of magic but she already had an ‘allergy’ to the stuff.

⭐️

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stuff im debating on adding or just thinking about

💥boothill’s daughter being a previous magical girl (she would probably have been in her teens? most magical girls are young adults but most start pretty early.. there aren’t many full-time magical girls who live past their 30s though.. 40s if they’re especially lucky or careful.) she probably died due to magical girl shenanigans. whether on duty or because of an ‘allergy’ to magic. clem was likely the only family boothill had left after an incident resulted in the death of the rest of her family. Clem, the only family she had left dying to due the magical girl industry- ended up making boothill hate the entire idea of it. she’s angry, and wants the people responsible to pay. but their aren’t many ways to reach the people in charge of the industry without working on the inside. so, despite hating the whole idea of magical girls she partners up with clem’s old mascot.

ANYWAYS THATS ALL I GOT! this is all over the place and kinda sucks(to me at least) but it was fun…✨✨✨

I also wrote this down on paper while brainstorming on the floor(??)

cus I guess that’s where I work best LMAO.. also writing with a pen on paper is faster than typing for me, and my brain was going wild.

[au-ra-babygirl]

Meeting

“You want to what?” Zevri asks, sure she was misunderstanding.

“I want to restart the trans meetings,” Sholi repeats. Ever since the beach day and her talk with Augustine, she’d been thinking about the idea and liked it a lot. “We could even mention on the flyer that intersex and questioning folks are welcome.”

Zevri pauses to think. “I dunno. They didn’t go so well last time, and I don’t want to be the only one advocating for them to continue.”

“But you wouldn’t be,” Sholi counters. “This time you’d have me and Augustine and Blyss. We were all at the last go around and could help you set up things to make it easier.”

“Yeah, but… I still don’t know. It’s a lot of work, and getting the word around Limsa isn’t easy.”

“Because we didn’t distribute enough flyers. I only saw one before coming to my first meetin’. Maybe this time we could print off multiple and post them around in various key points. Maybe make little tabs with the address, so someone doesn’t have to take the whole flyer if they want to remember when and where the meetin’s are being held.”

“That’s still a lot of work,” Zevri replies. She brings a hand to her chin thoughtfully. “I mean, if all three of you were truly on board though… it might be possible to restart the meetings, but only if all three of you actually help.”

Sholi salutes. “Can do, boss.”

Zevri’s nose scrunches. “Please don’t call me that.”

“Right. So where do we start?”

It takes almost a month, dozens of failed flyer designs, numerous arguments, and too many late nights to count before the first meeting of the Trans Limsa Union is up and ready to go. The night before the event, Sholi spends the evening with Masa and Zevri, the two having gotten closer since the start of this escapade almost a month ago.

In that time, Masa has quickly started rising through the Arcanist’s Guild as a budding star. She’s not quite at Augustine’s level yet, but she’s doing good all things considered. They and Zevri have gotten closer, which Sholi’s little gay polyamorous heart adores. It makes her dreams of having both of them together feel a little closer to reality, though neither are ready to make such a move yet.

Their, Sholi and Masa’s that is, relationship seems to be smooth sailing as well. Sholi feels like she’s fucked up on occasion, but she’s gotten better at voicing about her needs and wants, something she failed to do with Zevri. She’s also gotten better about talking about things she doesn’t want to as well instead of keeping them bottled up inside. Maybe not perfect, but she feels like she’s making progress and that has to mean something, right?

Masa has also gotten closer to the other members of their motley crew. They and Colette seem to get along the best, and Colette had become their confidant in some ways seeing as Sholi is a romantic interest and… well, even Sholi isn’t sure what Zevri and Masa are. Zevri had admitted to finding the Au Ra cute but also claimed they weren’t her type when the subject came up. Sholi finds herself hoping Zevri would change her mind, but only Masa could do that.

Oh well. Something to hope (and fantasize about) for in the future.

Augustine and Masa, however, seemed to get along like a house on fire. Once the two got past their quietness to actually have a one-on-one conversation, it quickly became apparent that magic wasn’t the only thing they had in common. It was what initially bonded them, but since then, they’d realized they both shared a lot of botany and cooking and could be found in the kitchen of Zevri’s house together on some of those long nights debating how to go about restarting their trans meetings.

Masa hadn’t wanted to play a big role in arranging it given their current state of questioning but had been willing to help when needed, such as helping post flyers around the city and cooking meals when the rest of them were so engaged in debiting that none of them realized it was long past dinner and no one wanted to eat out.

Colette also hadn’t played a huge role due to her being cisgendered, but she too had helped in small ways like hanging flyers, talking to people, and generally being a good friend and listening when her friends and brother needed to vent about the ongoings of the situation.

When the day finally came, they found a table in the corner of the tavern and arranged the taller flyer on the table for all to see. It felt a little terrifying posting her intersexedness for all to see, but if it helped someone in need, she supposed the publicness was a small price to pay.

At five minutes before the hour, their first arrival finally shows up. They’re a small viera person with large white ears and masculine clothing. They ask if this is the right place for the trans meetinging despite the giant sign on the table. Sholi is quick to agree, and offers them her chair before going to a nearby table and snagging another one.

As they chat with the newcomer, they decide to give it till fifteen past to officially start anything, seeing as that would give any stragglers plenty of time to find them. Sholi finds herself questioning if they’ll actually end up having more than one person show up, but soon finds herself surprised as a pair of Hyur arrive right on the hour.

The fifteen minutes pass quicker than she would’ve guessed, and by the time the meeting starts, they have the viera person (they/them), the two Hyur (one a binary trans woman and the other an enby), another Elezen (she/her), and a Lalafell (any pronouns). Not bad for the first time they’ve done this.

The meeting itself only lasts an hour, and by the end of it, Sholi is convinced that she’ll be seeing them all again next time, and not just because they promised to spread the word and get more people to show. All in all, it’s not bad for a first go around, and once everyone’s left, Sholi drapes herself over her chair, one arm over the back while her legs are perched on Masa’s lap. “Well, that wasn’t so bad. Kinda similar to my first meetin’ of y’all.”

Zevri nods. “Agreed. It wasn’t a bad turnout, but we’ll probably need more if we’re going to make this a regular thing.”

“We might need to find a bigger space for next time too,” Augustine adds. “Between the five of us and our,” he counts under his breath, raising his fingers as he does, “five guests, we had ten people. Awful lot for a tavern this size.”

“Good point,” Zevri agrees with that as well. “Maybe next time we can rent a room at the inn? Not like a room-room, but see if there’s any kind of conference type room we could look at.”

“Conference room would be good,” Sholi agrees. “We could have a table set up at the back with snacks lining it as a treat. Maybe Masa and Augustine could whip up some finger foods or we can buy them or something?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” Augustine replies. “If we only hold these meetings once a month, that wouldn’t take too much effort to whip of some snacky food for ten-ish people.”

Masa nods. “I wouldn’t mind helping with that.”

“So it’s settled,” Sholi concludes. “Next month we aim to have a bigger location and more free foods and drinks for our… guests? Is that the right word?”

Zevri shrugs. “Guests works, I suppose. But yes, we definitely need to have at least those two things before the next meeting.”

[eddeearts]

Drawing Again

So I'm designing the "Feral" Quadruped form of an OC of mine, a brand spanking new "I just finished binging VLD and now I must make AU's and OC's" monste boi.

I COULD just like, draw the way i usually do when designing a creature, just flat shit to get basic anatomy, you only see half the limbs typically. But NOPE. I gotta Add ✨Perspective✨ and make it a whole thing.

challenging myself even tho art is supposed to be a Fun Hobby, not something I stress over!! WooHoo!!! ok but I am kinda having fun anyway? I'm taking a whole week to do this basically.

I have a new years resolution to try and spend some time each week doing art. I don't have to finish any pieces or anything, I can even just to basic drawing warm up type exercises. but I wanna draw more.

so I'm starting off with trying to art a lil bit each day this first week of 2023, so far I'm 2 for 2! Anyways, I'm drawing Tal-Nariith, a very nasty boi tm who is actually a big ol softie inside, but he was raised as an animal in a gladiator arena so he got bad habits and trauma.

man this post is all over the place lol. I'mma share a wip of the sketch I've got so far shortly, featuring the "base" for drawing my boi in 3D perspective. wish me luck lol

[voxblade]

*cracks knuckles* It’s time. It’s time to awaken my true power.

The power of ✨ CRINGE ✨

Vinn. My nemesis. My friend. Were I of simple blood, I might’ve moved on, but in my heart of hearts Sans is cowabunga man and lord of Get Dunked. If I let this slander go unpunished, Valhalla will not accept me. As such, it is time for...

Sans Needs To Win The 2023 Tumblr Sexyrematch & Here’s Why

You might know him as Sans Undertale. You might know him as the guy who bitchslaps a child to death. You might know him as Bone Daddy. But who is he, really?

To begin this beatdown, let us reference how you began this thread. Quote: “When thinking of a tumblr sexyman we want someone who is an unattractive disaster in many ways but is easy to yassify and slutify. “ Interesting you should say that, because that description fits Sans to a T.

As shown here, he has a simple, but effective design. Yes, his head is shaped like an obese peanut. Yes, he has eye bags despite being a skeleton somehow. Yes, he is wearing slippers despite living in a snowy place/waiting in the judgement hall to beat you to death. Did any of that stop people from wanting to fuck him? No! In fact, the fandom went out of their way to invent whole-ass headcanons about monster sex just in the name of getting boned, despite it being impossible on paper to fuck a skeleton in the traditional way. And it doesn’t stop there! The OG!tumblr sexy man, Onceler, was famous for his fandom’s propensity for cloning and yassifying the character, each with their own spin on him, no? Well, Sans is the king of that. We got regular Sans. We got Underfell Sans. Swaptale Sans. Underswap Sans. Outertale Sans. Horrortale Sans. Dusttale Sans. Error Sans. Fresh Sans. Mafiatale Sans. Dancetale Sans. Dreamtale Sans. Gaster!Sans. Aftertale Sans. Science!Sans. Flowerfell Sans. Inktale Sans. Swapfell Sans. Gaster-Blaster Sans. Reapertale Sans. Those are just the famous AUs, btw, and ship art for them, while less common now, was a fandom staple for eons whether you liked it or not. Sans was so popular he splintered off his original fandom and grew his own bizarre Sans-exclusively-focused one, like a tumour. It was insane. It was creative. It was horrifying. It was sacred. It was TUMBLR. The Sans rabbithole is like an abyss the further into it you get. There are AUs upon AUs upon AUs, yawning out forever. A web, if you will, with this ketchup drinker in dead center.

I ask you this, where is this collective madness for Reigan?

Other fun things about Sans, besides the meta elements, for why he should win:

1) he has depression and hes lazy wow hes just like me fr

2) PSYCHE!!! the reason he’s depressed and lazy is because he’s aware he’s got the potential to be in a timeloop and he has no idea when the world will reset around him, so he struggles putting effort into anything when he’s aware it can be undone on the whim of some otherworldly force he can’t control. Dude is actually probably a scientific genius given what’s in his basement, and yet he spends his days in loose shorts making bad puns and sleeping to keep the existential dread away. Iconic.

3) AND YET he also he also juggles like six jobs or something in the background of the game to pay the bills and keep an eye on the player because even despite all that he still cares about Papyrus and the monsters around him. He’s a damn decent dude!!!

4) He’s genuinely really funny. He uses an actual door to practice knock-knock jokes on. He waits on standby with a trombone to get a rise out of Papyrus. Bad puns out the wazoo. Papyrus makes an awesome snow sculpture of himself, and Sans just gets a snow mound together with his name sprawled on it lazily. He has two passwords in the event he meets a time traveler, one being “i’m a stupid doo-doo butt” and the other being “i’m the legendary fart master”. I’m scratching just the tip of the iceberg here. If you’ve played the game, you just know that if Sans shows up the scene almost always will have something that will make you chuckle. What’s better than a man who can make you laugh? Nothing, that’s what.

5) AND YET Sans can jump from goofy to intimidating as hell on a dime. It comes out very rarely, but that’s what makes the scenes where the light gutters out of his sockets so memorable. “You’d be dead where you stand” is such a memorable line because it completely reshapes everything you thought you knew about the character up to that point. And his performance on the genocide path? Unforgettable. Breathtaking. He is without a shred of mercy for your evil ass. He pulls every underhanded trick he can in the fight. Megalovania became famous for a reason, because it fucking SLAPS. The sheer, barely masked contempt in his dialogue that he delivers with a grin hurts in all the best ways. Get you a man who can do both, indeed.

6) i mentioned it before he LOVES papyrus he loves him so much it makes my heart so full, he actively praises the player for taking Papyrus’s side whenever the brothers debate stupid bullshit, he is furious with the player if they kill him to the point it carries onto other save files (”You want a tip for fighting my brother?” **[eyes go black]** “Don’t.” **[in a flash, he’s warped away]**) I just. Ahhhh!!!! AHHHH!!!

7) “Sans Undertale fucked my mom” is still one of the greatest memes of all time

8) All these years since Undertale’s release, and we still don’t know what he actually is. It’s one of the greatest mysteries of the fandom. He’s a monster -- one made of bones no less -- and yet, he bleeds when you kill him. Sans and Papyrus just seemed to... appear one day. They seem associated with Gaster, but are they, really? What’s all that stuff in Sans’s basement? Where are the gaster-blasters from? How is it that he can teleport? The headcanon fodder is endless. You can jump from interpretation to interpretation and it’ll be a long time before you get bored.

9) Speaking of the mystery... anything could be under that hoodie, actually.

I rest my case.

**EDIT!!!! THERE IS ONE OTHER CRUCIAL FACTOR MAKING SANS IN FAVOUR OF WINNING THIS TIME:

A ROYAL DIED LAST TIME HE WON.

THINK OF WHO ELSE THIS MAN CAN KILL.

Reigen Needs To Win The 2023 Tumblr Sexyrematch & Here's Why

(Spoiler warning for mp100)

Reigen Arataka is the best candidate, but also has the best motif. When thinking of a tumblr sexyman we want someone who is an unattractive disaster in many ways but is easy to yassify and slutify.

Disclaimer: This is a very lazy breakdown of his character and not meant to be a serious analysis, partially because I am very insane over him and would be putting way too much of my own personal headcanons and fantheories in that no one would want to read and partially because I want to go make lunch soon

In canon Reigen is a conman with a good but somewhat selfish heart and he manipulates children for money, and when his 14 year old student temporarily leaves him he gets depressed and drinks his sorrows away and vomits, except the bartender says something about not even having served him alcohol. He crashes his whole career in a fit of hubris. Certified pathetic man. Sewer rat energy at many points in the story.

His heart is in the right place and he has a redemption! It is very emotionally satisfying and he is willing to die for his student who he previously used and lied for. Ultimate sweetheart, perfect husband material, you want this man to raise your kids but not to file your taxes. Possibly divorce material? Wouldn't key your car I don't think

Gets a nicer and nicer ass as the anime progresses.

Known outside his fandom! My own mutual is reading my nsfw Reigen fanfiction and they haven't even watched or read the source material

Could be fucked by anyone and still be hot, the ship isn't even important at this point he could do it solo

Ultimate dilf number one babygirl hottest anime woman etc etc

Was disgraced by Sans Undertale, needs this rematch to take back his honour and receive the final title as a crown on his hard work to be the hottest character on the Internet

His theme song 'go go Reigen’ is very good to do your chores or homework to, gives you just the right sense of urgency

Multifaceted! You can do whatever you want with this man it is very easy to rotate him in your mind

Where's a suit as per tradition

Modern yet traditional, similarities to our one and only Onceler in that he owns a company that doesn't have the most ethical business practices except Reigen is actually very caring and kind and he is the sexyman for the future

Vote Reigen Arataka

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Mr. & Mrs.

A/N: Anon asked for a Mr. & Mrs. Smith AU, specifically the assassins/agents who don’t know the other’s professional identity. [Full disclosure I only ever saw this movie once, and I've adjusted...things.] This was a Steve Rogers request, but not gonna lie, I got heavy Lloyd Hansen vibes. Still using Steve as his name, but I think it works if you squint and say Lloyd has a cover identity. Lots of hand waving there. I have no idea how my brain twisted it into this, but here goes… Warnings: zero editing, action/violence kinda, implied smut. Word count: 1.7k

“We just have to make it to vacation,” you groan. “Please, let’s just try not to kill each other.”

Steve’s in a mood, nitpicking the nutritional value of the meal you absolutely did not slave over because you, too, work. He plunks down his wine glass and peeks through his lashes at you. “I know, honey. I know. Less than a week.” His smile is gooey with a steel edge.

Steve—what can you say?—he’s a specimen of human perfection, a personal trainer who’s so in-demand that you haven’t been on a trip away together in three and a half years, and that was your honeymoon. A workaholic by nature, Steve can’t help himself. He has to get every accolade at his gym, has to help every client, has to take every paid session. All times of day. It’s absurd, but he agreed, after weeks of you being the nagging bitch you never wanted to be, to a getaway, nice and far from here.

You need the break, too. You’ve worked yourself to the bone. Literally. You’re a seamstress by trade, fingers callused and numb to prove it.

“There’s a client event on Saturday,” Steve mutters, knowing full-well what he’s doing.

Now it’s your turn to put down your glass. “And you’re just telling me now? I thought we were going out.”

“Last minute. Very important people. I can’t miss it.”

“Well, let me check your suit. I know there’s a pulled stitch on that button-down—“

“I’m not wearing the pink one,” Steve chuckles. “Why are you always trying to get me in that thing?”

“It’s salmon,” you correct, “and you know that real men wear pink.”

“The blue will be fine. It’s not a fancy gig.” He twiddles his knife on the table, clearly done with the half-eaten food before him.

You met Steve at a self-defense class that he volunteered to teach at the Y half a decade ago. He was cute, and you were pretty distracted by his muscles. To your surprise, he offered you more lessons even though, or maybe because, you were the worst in the class. A different sort of power struggle came out of those sessions, but still there was a lot of sweating, a few bruises, and lots of screams. He’s…uh…good at his job, and it does pay well, just not ‘a week-long international trip’ well.

You’ve been working overtime, if you can call it that, for months to save up. Your—cough—job in fashion is highly specialized. You make protective ready wear for the city’s top mob bosses: bullet-proof three-button vests, blade resistant suits, and whole wardrobes. Of course, Steve doesn’t need to, or want to, know who you design and sew for; he calls it frilling about with the 1%.

Ironic. His job is to make the 1% feel like they can take on the 99% in hand-to-hand combat with lots of rules and a referee and padded gloves on. You respect what he does just as much as he respects what you do, which is to say he brings home money and so do you.

You both just have to make it to Tuesday.

Well, if he’s got to spend your date night schmoozing dudes, then you may as well get some work done. Old Bruno wants cruise wear for himself and his wife. Mr. B may be a portly sod, but at least his trophy wife offers you a fashionable challenge…and something to vaguely speak to your husband about, if he ever actually asks.

“Just the blue then,” you mutter back, pouring yourself more wine while Steve stares at your lips slowly wrapping the edge of the glass.

You two may have issues verbally communicating, but there are zero issues in the bedroom. He knows that. You know that. You’ll still make him wait until you're done sipping a lovely, juicy red.

Or not.

Steve pushes his chair out and stalks over to you, blue eyes fiery beneath those damn long lashes, and he kneels at your feet.

“The blue,” he repeats absently, knotting his fingers around your waistband. Yeah, he’s not in a waiting mood, and come to think of it, neither are you.

***

Steve hums in thought, rolling his thumb over the odd fabric the medical examiner studied from Tinker Boy Joe’s suit. The second-level goon of the city’s Family had only gone down after four agents pursued. Down to his felt—or what looked like felt—hat, Joe was untouchable. Bullets, knives, a random tranque-dart the Torres fired at him: nothing went through. It was only a somewhat lucky sniped shot from Bucky on a rooftop that had brought down the mobster. Clean through the throat.

Not exactly ideal when the whole point was to bring Tink here in alive, but Steve supposes one less criminal, one less crime at least.

“Where would he get something like this?”

“Ah,” Torres pipes in, sorting through a small stack of paperwork in his arms to hand Steve a file, “we have a CI who identified the shop they all frequent, but it’s unlikely the tailor works out of there. Most of the clientele are straight-laced anyway. Society types. It’s a decent cover for—“

“Anytime now,” Steve blurts.

The young agent snaps back to, rummaging and handing Steve a map from the pile. “Here,” he points. “CI says that’s the warehouse where it’s made. Abandoned sweatshop. Which is fitting.”

Steve sighs and tucks the info under his arm. “Let’s get a team together and hit it tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow?” Torres squeaks.

“Yeah.” Steve flings open the door, ready to get out of the morgue-scented white room. “I have vacation coming up. I want this squared away before then.”

Thank god he already gave you an excuse for date night.

***

The warehouse is, indeed, abandoned for the most part. Thick dust everywhere. Hap-hazardously tossed furniture piled in corners.

And then Steve hears music. He tries not to laugh at how random it is to be hearing your favorite song at a moment like this, but then again, you always like quite popular artists. It was bound to happen. They are expecting a team of women working under a master tailor, and their intel was right so far. Steve had a pair of agents watch the facility all day. Several women left in the afternoon. There are no other cars around, so it’s either empty or only one or two remain.

What Steve isn’t expecting when they bust the door open is a single person dressed in a baggy work smock with a hair net and mask on. He can’t even tell if it’s a man or woman. Torres screams freeze, and as the figure turns around, hands raising, his or her arm knocks the lone work lamp out of place and plunges most of the room into darkness.

Nobody fires a shot, not without light to see they aren’t shooting each other. Steve’s team is calling out prompts in the dark to let each other know who is where and if they have the tailor. He hears thuds and stunted cries from each man, not overly swift in the takedowns but efficient.

Steve can hear Torres bang the leg of a table and shout out which corner the person is trying to escape around, and Steve dives.

He knows the move used on him. He’s taught it hundreds of times before, but the strange part is that it’s a defense move generally for women. His body-weight is used against him, flinging him off-balance and into a door to the grass outside. 

He falls to the ground, and the tailor tries to run past. Steve’s grip is tight grabs the lady’s ankle, her momentum pulling harshly at his stretched out arm.

She topples, body scraping back towards him in the grass when he doesn’t yield, knocking the mask on her face loose. There’s nothing but moonlight as she scrambles towards him. He can see…you?

What the fuck?

In his tactical gear, you can’t see his face, and he’s too stunned to form any words.

You’re searching, nails—no, scissors—scraping along bits of his kevlar until you find the seam you’re looking for and hit the blades into it with your other palm.

Goddamn, yikes, that hurts.

“Honey, OW!” Steve finally manages, but he can’t lower his arm without pushing the sewing sheers diagonally into his armpit. He can’t rip it out for fear of blood loss. He’s stuck but so is your face...on him.

“Oh,” you whine, sitting back on your heels. It takes you all of one second to process before the sounds of his team coming knock you back into action. You lean down to his face and give it a little pat. 

“You should always let your wife dress you--” you stand up "--and don't count on dinner being ready when you get home." Then you rush off into the night.

Well…shit.

***

A few days later, Steve sidles up to his gate at the airport, ball cap pulled taut on his forehead and sunglasses already on. He rolls his bag behind him with the arm not in a soft sling.

You knew he’d come, so you let your smile broaden across your face. He’s wearing the salmon-colored shirt, his way of apologizing for underestimating you for years.

He tilts his head down at you. “Where you headed, miss?”

It’s all you can do not to giggle. “Somewhere without extradition.”

“I’m Steve, by the way—“ he doesn’t present a hand to shake because you stabbed him and it’s in a fucking sling “—I…train people…for a living.”

“Hi.” You introduce yourself and purposefully shove your hand forward, mocking him lightly. “I make clothes with very sharp sheers.”

Steve moans gently and licks his lips. He loves a bit of a game.

"That sounds very important," he drawls. You can tell he's staring even behind the shades.

The passengers are being called to board, and Steve looks around with a cheeky smirk.

“Any chance I could sit beside you?”

You think about it, dramatically. “I’d like that, but it’s a long flight. Hope we don’t try to kill each other on the way.”

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