#Overtime Au

[life-of-a-rat]

updating au ref sheets urgh

✨the boys✨

im bringing back my old batim/batdr au (if people are interested ig). just updating refs for my current artstyle.

[premamelody]

new small au cyn lives and gets the Luna treatment

cyn returns, but with a new drone body. under the new solver system, Cyn gains full control over herself again and the og AS is nothing but a voice on the inside kinda like Uzi.

she tries to get along with others but everyone is afraid of her and reject her, leading her to sink deeper into her former identity as the og Solver. though eventually she'll grow to separate herself and gain an identity of her own

now i need to rewatch luna eclipsed again. i just imagine theres like a party or smth and Cyn pops in with the same voice and goes "hi can i party too" and everyone just panicks

like thiss dsandjsad

[hinamie]

fire nation festival wear aka a blatant excuse for me to push atla clothing design conventions to the absolute Limit

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[xenazaria]

Just had an idea for a Danny phantom au that potentially gets very dark.

Danny goes down to investigate the portal alone.

Danny dies in the portal.

Like, fully dead.

Maddie hears his screams from upstairs, and runs to investigate.

She finds her son's corpse lying in front of a swirling green portal.

The portal needed a sacrifice to open.

The portal is open.

[onyxonline]

question, what does Dogday think of Angel? Is it like puppy affection or something akin to a siblings’ affection? Because from the earlier posts he seems very protective of Angel. Even calling him an ‘Angel’ rather than his real name.

“Really? Because you’re constantly following Angel around, making sure he’s in your eyesight, making sure he sleeps well when he overworks, and you’re like, clingier than Kissy Missy! I’m literally the Love Expert here Dogday!”

“I-I follow him around because I need to make sure he’s safe!-“

“…sweetheart you go all soft whenever you talk about him to us!”

[soukokumychildren]

Chuuya: It kinda sucks, y’know?

Dazai: ?

Chuuya: That in some universes, I don’t tell you that I love you, or you don’t tell me that you love me?

Dazai: What’s this about?

Chuuya: Well, since we have such convenient access to the internet and to a hub of different universes, I just think it kinda super sucks when we don’t fall in love.

Dazai: Only super sucks?

Chuuya: I’m holding back a mix of emotions but I see this one rather cute universe where I’m so terribly oblivious, even everyday people aren’t able to convince me of shit. *Shrugs*

Dazai: You aren’t that oblivious…

Chuuya: …

Dazai: ….

Chuuya: You tryin’ to start something, Mackerel?

Dazai: Nyyeeeoooooh—

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Overtime 11

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: your boss, Mr. Hansen, runs you ragged but you find solace in an unexpected friend.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, Jake Jensen.

Author’s Note: This one is dedicated to my dearest @thezombieprostitute

Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

Mr. Hansen is right. Your legs are long. Too long. The short skirt makes you feel gawky and overexposed. The tight halter does little to make up for that and the visor around your head can’t hide your shame.  

As he climbs out of the golf cart, you do the same. You cross your arms and stay to the side as he goes to the back of the cart and peruses his bag of clubs. He peers out across the green then back to the collection. He hooks his finger under a hooked foot and slides the club free.  

He slips the cover off and turns the club. He looks at you and smirks as he approaches. 

“How about a personal lesson, Critter? Give you the what about before you get creamed?” He boasts. 

You shrug and drop your arms.  

“Sir,” you agree without agreeing. 

He grabs a tee and a ball and pokes the former into the grass. He waves you over and you approach reluctantly. He flutters his fingers with impatience and reaches for you. He takes your arm and moves you in front of him. 

“Alright, set your feet,” he kicks your shoes and you put your soles flat. “And you wanna push your shoulders back.” 

He reaches around you with the club and guides your hands around it. He squeezes his grip over yours. He’s flush to his back, his breath fanning on your shoulder, as he moves your body with his. 

“Loosen up a bit, swing with your whole body,” his voice is low and silty, not his usual snarl. He leads you in a swing, “twist,” he raises the club, “and follow through.” 

You do your best to let him take control. You’re not exactly listening. You just want this over with. If you give him what he wants, he’ll get bored. That’s the way it is. 

You twitch as he presses his pelvis against your butt. Your lips part but you don’t say anything. It’s nothing. You’re sensitive because you’re not used to so much skin. When he’s done you move away with the club. 

“Ladies first,” he winks, “all yours.” 

He gestures to the ball and you move towards you. You stare down at the dimpled ball, happy he can’t see your face. You don’t care where you hit it. Just hit it. 

You reset your feet like he said. You shift your hips as you hold the club on your own, measuring the weight and balance in your hands. He points out the hole, “somewhere over there, sweetheart.” 

You ignore the pet name and bite your lip. You pull the club up and back and swing through, twisting with the motion. You keep your feet in place as the club meets the ball and you lose track of it as it goes zooming off into the distance. 

Silence. You step back and turn to Mr. Hansen. You hold out the club as he squints into the sky. “Huh.” 

“Is it your go, sir?” You ask as you wiggle the club. 

“Yeah...” he utters and snatches the club. 

He lines up and makes his shot. His ball goes to the left of yours. He tilts his head but doesn’t comment. You’re not sure who’s closer. He spins and shoves the club at you. You take it and put it back in the bag. He’s already behind the wheel of the cart. 

You climb in next to him and fall into the seat as he steps on the gas. You jostle next to him, holding the side to keep from sliding completely across the seat. He reaches over with one hand to steady you, clasping down on your knee. 

You flinch and look down at his hand. The little dots on his glove are rough. As he keeps his grip on the wheel, his touch slowly works up your thigh. You squeak and latch onto his wrist. 

“Mr. Hansen.” 

“Making sure you don’t fall out,” he snickers. “I’d say you’re falling out enough.” 

He slows as he looks over at you, his eyes aimed at the deep vee of the halter. 

“Sir,” your curl your shoulders in. 

“Ah, come on,” he slaps your leg, “it’s a day out of the office. You should be fucking ecstatic.” He rolls the wheel and you lean into him without meaning too. “I’m sure you got all the eligible bachelors lined up and ready to take you out shopping, huh?” 

“Uh, Mr. Hansen, thanks, but uh--” 

“I’m sure Jake loves taking you to the comic store, huh?” 

“Sir, I... Jensen is a co-worker--” 

“Seems real fucking cozy to me. Critter, I know those beady eyes aren’t blind. The way that man drools at your desk,” he tuts, “I need you focused.” He snaps his fingers in front of your face. “Remember who you work for.” 

“Mr. Hansen, I wouldn’t--” 

“You wouldn’t do anything I don’t tell you to do. I know that,” he slaps his hand back on your thigh, higher, right at the edge of your skirt. “Not like last night when you walked out on me.” 

You squirm as his fingers caress your sensitive skin. You never realised how sensitive that part of your leg is. You lean back against the seat and squeak. 

“Sir, please, slow down,” you beg as the car bounces. 

“I told you, you should show these off,” he squeezes your leg. “You can’t even take good advice. You come in dressed like some retiree. You got too much ass for that.” 

“Sir,” you beg and nudge his arm. “This isn’t professional--” 

“What’s not professional,” he slams on the brakes and you lurch forward, his hand slipping up your skirt. You squeal and close your legs around his hand. “Is you fucking flirting with that Big Bang Theory fuck on my pay.” 

“But, Mr. Hansen,” you grab onto his forearm, “I didn’t--” 

“Heard about your trip to IT this morning. Think I don’t know what the fuck is up,” he pinches you and you whine. “You’re getting uppity, Critter. I see it. I tasted it in my fucking coffee.” He rips his hand away and shoves you off the seat. 

You land on the grass with a helpless flail. He gets out and grabs a club from the bag as he rounds the cart. He strides around as he spins it then steadies it, putting it just below your chin. 

“Lucky for you, I’m a spit kinda guy. I just usually don’t partake outside the bedroom,” he puts his cleats on your chest as he pins you on your back. “So, critter, let’s get this straight. Where you are right now, in the dirt, that’s where you belong. So, stop fucking with me.” 

You stare up at him, horrified as the spikes on his shoes bite through the shirt and your skin. 

“Mr. Hansen--” 

“And the next time you talk to that jizzhole, I’ll have my nine iron ready to knock his block off. Got it?” 

“Ow, please--” 

“No, you say it. Say ‘yes, Mr. Hansen.’” 

You writhe and dig your heels into the grass as his cleats sink in further and he pushes your chin up with the club. 

“Yes, Mr. Hansen,” you whimper. 

[sulky-cabbage]

AU: Where Sukuna Wins

Part 1

Part 2 here

Imagine an alternate universe in which Sukuna triumphs, dominates over Japan, and endures a lonely existence for many centuries, while allowing some humans to live.

They hold a grudge against him, of course, and want to kill him. They train at Jujutsu High and have some great fighters that occasionally provide Sukuna with some entertainment. 

They are so desperate for salvation, they can only find solace in prophecies about a figure with powerful blue eyes that will defeat the king of curses and rescue Japan.

And do you know what Sukuna does in response to that? One might expect him to go full Pharoah mode and kill newborns, but NO!!

HE DOES THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE !!

Whenever he ravages a village and devours the women and children, he ALWAYS spares the blue-eyed infants.

All the curses know better than to kill an infant with blue eyes. The last time a curse did that, Sukuna made sure to make an example of it.

Killing a member of the Gojo clan is also off limits, as well as anything that could delay the reincarnation of this certain person.

These humans are not the only ones waiting for salvation.

Sukuna is also WAITING...for his wretched existence to end at the hands of this person.

The ONLY one worthy of having the honor to do so.

[apolocheesetpu]

Miss Pauling,,,, i remember you're OVERTIMES

[torchflies]

Oh no, must be the season of the witch…

“Her twitchy witchy boy shrieks and giggles, his fingers barely brushing the soft green grass from where he hangs upside down.

It breaks her heart like a thing made of glass.

His little voice sings their curse like it’s still a nursery rhyme, lisping along — One for sorrow, Two for joy, Three for a girl, Four for a boy, Five for silver, Six for gold, Seven for a secret never to be told.

Rhiannon Seresin knows the real words, has since she was a little girl: One for sorrow, Two for luck, Three for a wedding, Four for death; Five for silver, Six for gold; Seven for a secret never to be told; Eight for Heaven, Nine for Hell, And Ten for The Devil’s own sell.”

— or, Jake Seresin is born a witch.

[mythos321]

I decided to draw Clay from my Wof x Persona au!

close up:

I probably could’ve done better but I still like how it came out for the most part! I think it’s the accessories that make it for me lmao

for those who are interested here’s a small profile about him(going over mainly the things that are different for him in the au)

https://www.tumblr.com/mythos321/753777708533678081/clay-of-the-diamond-spray-delta

[the-desert-flowers]

TBN Arcane x Life series AU i started forever ago and never finished but im tryin to work on it now.

Sorry i think i have bad writing but this is what i got so far its not much but im also running on very little sleep right now

[batsight]

Star Flower, loner, Medic of SkyClan

She/Her, cis bisexual

Mother: Turnip

Father: One Eye

Adoptive Father: Skystar

Siblings: Unnamed, all deceased.

Design notes:

-She is styled after the Pokemon, Ogerpon

-The plants are a physical part of her body. They grow out of her.

-She is the physical embodiment of The Blazing Star.

Story notes: [Abuse CW]

-She was born as a normal kitten to a traveling band of rogues who loved to trade and spread their music. Unfortunately, this band died out to a plague, one that nearly took her own life. Desperate to save his family, her father Carrot traveled to a set of tunnels in Sanctuary Lake rumored to house a reality-bending god. He asked the god for a cure, and the god asked for his eye in return. They made the exchange, and he retrieved a glowing, golden, five pointed flower. However, he was too late to save most of his family, so the entire cure went to his surviving kit. He wasn't expecting her to survive the night given her fragile state and the dubiousness of the exchange...

-But the next morning, she was perfectly fine- great, even. If a little... odd... were those buds growing on her paws...?

-It only got stranger from there. When Carrot ended up finding more cats suffering from the plague, just a few calming purrs from his kit seemed to have them ripe and ready to go the next morning. Carrot understood then what had happened- his kit had become the cure herself. And cats were starting to look towards them more, started begging for her healing, for anything. And Carrot had lost everything... wasn't it time to start winning stuff back?

-And so, the pair became One Eye and Star Flower, for recognition's sake. The two formed their own small group, filled with cats Star Flower had healed. Star Flower loved to spread her magic where she went, to save cats from the brink of death and be showered with their love and appreciation. They felt like they owed a great debt to her, and she enjoyed that.

-She was very close with her father, even if their relationship could be strained. One Eye loved her, but to an extent, he also used her. He grew arrogant in his success, believing he had become the accomplice to a god, and began to hold that over cats who fell sick. He grew desperate for control and Star Flower was his key to that.

-One day, however, her father's group encountered the early clans. They were just beginning to settle down, work out their new rules, and declare borders. But what caught the group's attention was the near murder of a young kittypet, almost mauled to death by proto-SkyClan's leader, Skystar. Unable to heal wounds with her magic, Star Flower managed to bring the cat to a twoleg, who took her away.

-Appalled by the cruelty, Star Flower took a great interest in Skystar's group, and witnessed several of his other crimes against his cats and the other groups. As did One Eye, who, seeing the early signs of a plague, had an idea to put this cat and the other leaders in their place.

-One Eye and Star Flower joined the group, with One Eye acting as a curious loner, flattering Skystar with praise. Skystar enjoyed his company, and so One Eye grew in the rank rather quickly. He also took a great interest in Star Flower and her abilities. After murdering Tom, who insulted the cats and attempted to attack them, One Eye took the chance to take control over the group, overpowering Skystar and using Star Flower's power to keep the remaining cats in line- everything is going to be okay, you'll get your cure... if you stay in line and do as One Eye says.

-This went on for a moon, of Star Flower holding her magic over the heads of her clients to keep their loyalty towards One Eye. She would be lying if she said she didn't feel pride at it all at helping her father.

-Ultimately, One Eye was overthrown and killed when Skystar came back with reinforcements from the other clans. The rest of the rogues they'd accumulated ran off, and suddenly, Star Flower was alone. She'd never been without her father, and running would mean abandoning his grave, which she didn't want. But... this place had been a home to her for some time now, and she needed a place to stay. SkyClan had taken all of the available territory in the area, anyways, and she was in no shape to brave the other territories or twolegplace. So she offered her power to SkyClan as a peace offering and asked for shelter in return.

-Skystar was still sore from the event, but he couldn't deny that having Star Flower as an asset would be beneficial to him in the long run. And around this point, his son Thunderstar had disowned him and split off ThunderClan from SkyClan. He felt that he was losing allies, losing family, and he latched on to desperate Star Flower very quickly- as a cat who would never disobey him.

-Skystar takes Star Flower under his wing as his new child, her new ward, instating her as a medic. And because she is loyal to a fault, she won't disobey a new leader so similar to her father. And so, he pushes her to do humiliating things in front of the camp, ranging from general chores like tick baths, to forcing her to run laps around camp with an injury if she took too long to work her magic. He would take out his frustration from gatherings on her and berate her over the most menial things. He would make her withhold her power to help anyone in the clan who had displeased him. And if Star Flower ever tried to stick up for herself, all he had to do was remind her of what she did, how she helped torment his cats by holding a cure over their heads to help out her father.

-This went on for years, Star Flower becoming more and more despondent. One night, there was a particularly stressful gathering, in which Skystar got into a territorial dispute with Thunderstar over a pack of dogs ravaging the territories. He lost the dispute, came home, and immediately took it out on Star Flower, shouting at and attacking the molly for "taking too much food she didn't deserve". And something in Star Flower finally snapped, and for the first time, she didn't save a life- she took one. And another. And another. As many as what remained in Skystar's soul. She was discovered taking his very last life in his nest, while she was wondering if she could pin it on the dogs. She escaped the camp, and wandered the territory for the rest of her life.

-Unfortunately, while she finally won against Skystar in the moment, it was history who decided the victor. Sparrowstar declared that they couldn't let a tragedy like this happen ever again, and doubled down on banishing rogues. Every rogue-born cat was looked at with suspicion from then on, and as the decades began to pass, Star Flower's story became twisted and bent. As the story is told, a rogue had infiltrated SkyClan's camp asking for help, but had manipulated and charmed the leader with her prowess and rose in the ranks just high enough to take him out and attempt to claim his spot. Her story was used as a cautionary tale against rogues, warning cats against those who would infiltrate the camp and rot it from the inside. Eventually, even her true name was lost to time...

Rotten Flower, Warrior of The Dark Forest

Skystar didn't hesitate to throw her in the depth of the Dark Forest when she died. She wears her mask constantly, trying to keep away from the sickness of the muck. She's embraced the false myth made about her, claiming to have killed a founder for power and prestige. But in reality, it's been so long that she's forgotten her family, her power, her name. She barely even remembers Skystar himself. Though she's admired in the Dark Forest for her achievements, she doesn't hang around anyone, and acts hostile to those who approach her.

Perhaps someone can help her remember who she truly is...?

[cutiecandychopper]

Taking over a planet? Sounds boring think I’ll flirt with my Pearl instead 🤩

[definitelynotshouting]

apologizing in advance for the person i will become once hgcz finally releases

[xoxoladyaz]

Listen, I've devoured all of the Dom Eddie/Sub Steve fics I've been able to find, and I do it happily. However, I'd personally love to see more Dom Steve and Sub Eddie.

Because Eddie might be a showman, he might like having everyone's eyes on him, he might like being in control of the games he DMs, but deep, deep down he's still the scared little boy that first ended up at Wayne's trailer. The little boy who heard everyone around him call him a "freak" and a whole host of other terrible things. And don't get him wrong, he loves all of his quirks that make him stand out from the crowd, but there's still a deep hurt within. A hurt that says he's too much, that he's always going to be too much, that everyone will only ever see the show he puts on and not the Eddie that he is, deep down.

Enter Steve Harrington, the once-jock-Prom-King-turned-blue-collar-working-single-mother. Steve Harrington, who has a whole lot of love to give to everyone around him. Steve Harrington, who looks at Eddie, sees the Dungeon Master/leading man that everyone else does, and is able to look right past it. A Steve Harrington who brings extra water to game nights, because Eddie's throat always gets sore and he always forgets to pack enough water. A Steve Harrington who always makes sure to order Eddie's favorite pizza, even when the rest of the kids whine and complain about having to pick pineapple off of their slices. A Steve Harrington who wraps Eddie up like a burrito in his coziest blanket when they watch scary movies, and who runs his fingers through Eddie's hair when Eddie starts to get too stressed.

When they finally get together - once Steve is sure that Eddie is, in fact, like him in his preferences - Steve pulls out all the stops. Dates out and dates in. Flowers every time he picks him up. Chocolate and other candies when Eddie's having a bad day. Stopping by the mechanic's shop with a homemade lunch just because he had the time and he missed Eddie's face.

And when they make it to the bedroom, Eddie's pretty certain that he knows what he wants; to be the one in charge, to put on a show.

But then Steve takes Eddie's shirt off of him and kisses his shoulders and calls him pretty and Eddie? Eddie just melts.

Because he's not the Freak here. He's never been The Freak, not to Steve. To Steve, he's the smartest, funniest, sexiest, prettiest, just all around best boy in the entire world. And it just feels right to sink into Steve's love; to let Steve press kisses all over his scarred body, to relish in the way his hands run all over Eddie's skin, to whimper in response to the constant stream of praise rushing forth from Steve's lips - so sweet, so beautiful, so perfect Eddie, my Eddie, my baby, my sweet boy, my darling precious boy -

His orgasm hits him like a freight train, and the feeling of Steve's release on his thighs shortly after feels like benediction.

And Steve? Steve is giddy. Steve is drunk with happiness because Eddie isn't like Nancy Wheeler. Eddie never says enough. Eddie basks in all of Steve's love and asks for more, every single time. And Steve would be Vecna's second-in-command before he'd ever stop giving it to him.

So, yeah. Eddie's maybe a submissive. But it never feels scary, because all he has to do is look at Steve and he sees the way Steve looks back, so open and warm and happy and loving and Eddie knows he can trust him to be the soft, squishy version of himself that's buried underneath all the layers. He can trust Steve with everything - with his submission, with his heart, with himself. And he can't wait to spend the rest of his days taking care of Steve too.

(And while he may be Steve's good boy most of the time, he likes to be a bit of a brat once in a while because hey, he's also a bit of a showman at heart.

Good boy or brat, Steve wouldn't have him any other way.)