#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.

[trekkerac]

he's like a faulty lightbulb

[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

[kiwibongos]

who up yaku'ing they za

[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.

[nikolutke]

After his death, Hunter’s friends bring his body back to the demon realm. He’s hidden inside of the owl house while they reluctantly leave him in search of Belos and the Collector.

Hours later, Hunter regains consciousness. He’s different now, and all alone—save for his loyal palisman determined to stick by him even beyond death.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Overtime 1

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💜

The sudden gust and subsequent chaos across your desk has you reeling. You wheel back as you raise your hands defenslessly and watch everything scatter. Mr. Hansen’s jacket knocks over your fresh cup of coffee and your favourite ornament of a little ballerina kitten. 

“My office now, critter.” 

You wince again, this time because of the cruel name. You hate when he calls you that. You stand and pick up your boss’ jacket before it can get wet in the spilled coffee. You hang it on the rack in the corner beside your own and go back to sop up the mess with a wad of kleenex. 

You have more down your tights and on your chair but it doesn’t matter. At least time, it wasn’t scalding tea. You gather up the rest of your things but leave them in an unsorted cluster. You know better than to keep him waiting. 

As you flit around the desk, you notice a pair of watching eyes. You almost forgot about Jensen. He was so quiet messing with the printer that you didn’t even notice him. He frowns as he sits up and shuts the drawer. 

“You alright?” He asks. 

“Ahem, yea, thanks,” you try to smile but these days, it just isn’t easy. 

He gives you a look. Sympathetic and something more. You’re too embarrassed to worry about that. More so, you’re too afraid to make Mr. Hansen even angrier. Clearly something is wrong and the days only just begun. 

You approach his open office door. That’s a clear signal that he’s been waiting. You enter as one of your flats slips off your heel and claps loudly. You cringe as he stands at the window, glowering at the courtyard below. You like the green square. You go there to eat your lunches. When you get one.

“Tell me why my ex-wife insists on making me miserable?” He snarls. 

He doesn’t want an answer. When he asks you things, he never does. It’s rhetorical. He often only speaks to hear himself and anyone else joining the conversation only gives him a target. 

“I will get you your brown sugar espresso and croissant at once--” 

“Fuck off!” He chops his hand in the air and faces you. “I didn’t just call you in here for you to feed my like some pet. Come here.” 

He snaps his fingers and points to the chair across from his. You always hate the setup. The one behind his desk is tall and cushy and makes him look like a tyrannical king, whereas the one facing him is too low and made of the most uncomfortable acrylic. It doesn’t even have armrests. 

“Take notes.” 

You open up the notes app on your phone without hesitation. The smell of coffee wafter up from your stockings. You shift and focus on him. 

“Melora, you ice cold cunt, it’s been two years since I left your dry ass. If you send your attorney to my house again, I will show up to yours with a crowbar. My dick feels good without frost bite, thank you very much. Your regretful ex-husband, Lloyd ‘Fuck You’ Hansen.” He snorts and shakes his head. “Fucking bitch.” You keep typing and he shakes his index at you, “not that part. Fuck. Oh, can you add the sick face emoji before you format that? Thanks, critter.” 

You hit save and stand up, “would you like your coffee now?” 

“Uh, sure, whatever. Make sure it’s hot. Oh, and you know what, I want that as a PDF before you forward it over to the former Mrs. Hansen. With letterhead.” 

He shoos you and you gladly take the dismissal. You never were one for arguing and never dared to say a single spare word to your boss. You assume that’s why he keeps you around. You’re no extraordinary assistant, just obedient. 

The tasks he gives you might not all be professional but as long as you get them done, you don’t get any trouble. You stride back out to your desk and stop short. Your things are all back where they belong and dry. Your cup is clean and rinsed out. 

Who did that? 

“Hey, uh, what kinda coffee do you take?” Jensen surprises you as he appears from around the corner. 

“Jake, uh I mean, Mr. Jensen, did you do all this?” 

“Ha, no one calls me mister but you,” he chuckles. “Don’t worry about it. Took like six seconds. I was just thinking, I’m going to make a run down to The Grind and maybe I could get you something fresh.” 

“Oh, that’s so sweet. I... no, please don’t waste your time,” you wring your hands, your chewed up nails aching from your nervous habit. “I gotta go get Mr. Hansen’s breakfast.” 

“Right,” he looks down and fixes his glasses, “well, I fixed that thing.” He nods to the printer, “shouldn’t eat anymore paper. I hope. You know, every tech bootcamp I’ve gone through and they never teach you about printers. I swear, they defy the laws of the universe.” 

You show your teeth in a half-smile. That’s silly. He grins proudly. 

“I didn’t mention, I... like that bow in your hair. It’s cute. Matches your little kitty.” 

You peek down at the figurine of the calico doing a pirouette. You blush. You only wish you were that dainty. You feel gawkish with the way you seem to loom over everyone else, yet somehow feel tiny at the same time. 

“Thanks. That’s... please don’t feel sorry for me. He’s not that bad and it’s my job,” you shrug. 

“Feel sorry? No, I’m just... being nice. Well, maybe another time. For the coffee,” he says. “Unless, I could go with you on your run?” 

“Uh, that’s-- you’re busy. Mr. Hansen only like Esther’s.” 

“Esther’s?” He exclaims as his eyes bulge behind his frameless lenses, “that’s all the way across town.” 

“I know some shortcuts,” you assure him as you bend to retrieve your purse from under your desk and drop your phone in. “Anyway, thanks for fixing the printer. I gotta go before he catches me dawdling.” 

“Right. Guess I should get to accounting. Guess they had a server crash and some stuff got lost. See ya round.” 

“Sure,” you agree. You don’t see too many people around. They avoid Hansen and more often, you’re running around at his beck and call. 

[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—

[sylvia-forest]

[CN] Shaw's New SSR Card

The auspicious hour has arrived, with heaven and earth as our witnesses."

— —"I belong to myself.

Since I can only marry you, why haven’t you taken me away yet?

The auspicious hour has arrived, with heaven and earth as our witnesses."

"Loving this doesn't require anyone's permission."

—

—"Of course, I know you’ve been waiting for me."

[Date Blurbs]

"A Sweet and Sour Encounter"

How could he suddenly disappear, only to reappear the next moment dressed in wedding attire to marry someone else??

As this absurd wedding interruption begins, the awkward pang of jealousy turns out to be even more addictive than the sweetness of being in love.

Life is long—long enough to want to walk with him forever;

Life is also short—short enough that if the bride isn’t you, it just won’t do.

—"Of course, I know you’ve been waiting for me."

—

[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

[occasionalsnippets]

thinking about how from an outsiders pov who doesn’t know of fd mc having a past life if, it would make sense that she wouldn’t view herself as part of the family. she’s basically been a parent to tim for most of her life so she wouldn’t really view herself as someone her age and more as an adult, she’s only tagged along for tim, she becomes a teenage ceo and had to be a parent to a grown ass man basically all at the same time.

Alskfj you’re falling victim to FD MC’s unreliable narration. Things may have been like that in the beginning but it’s gotten a lot better, like, way better.

Once everyone kinda gets over themselves they're trying so damn hard to show them "I WANT YOU TO BE FAMILY". MC is unfortunately, pretty shit at reading those signals and maintains the "I am here because I care but you don't have to worry about me".

The batfam take care of what is them and theirs even if MC can't understand it when it's directed towards them.

[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