#RV AU

[bleedingoptimism]

part one -> 📱💞🚙

The first video goes viral. They get a lot of new traffic on their page, and half of it gets curious about their music, and half of the curious ones even become fans. So the series is already a success with only one video out. 

In the second video, Eddie, still blushing but smiling cheekily introduces Steve, who is all smiles and sunshine wrapped up in muscle and tan skin and people eat it up.

Then the actual process begins, and it's genuinely informative and quite good, Steve really knows what he's doing and he seems to have a passion for it that makes his eyes shine whenever he's explaining to Eddie what they are doing and what for.

It’s also fairly comedic, the series. Eddie keeps tripping all over his own feet making funny remarks to make Steve laugh. They both work on the van, because Eddie wants to get his hands dirty too, so Steve stays close behind, whispering instructions and murmuring praises while he works that have Eddie sweating and blushing from things that are completely unrelated to the manual labor and looking at the camera like he’s in the office.

It becomes kind of a thing because Eddie knows Steve doesn't watch the videos and everyone already knows from the first video that Eddie has a little crush on him. So he thinks it is just innocent fun that when Steve is working and Eddie has the phone in his hands instead of the tripod, he sometimes zooms on his back, his arms, the sweat on his neck, and then back to his face, sighing and shaking his head slowly.

TikTokers even start shipping them, saying Eddie has very clear cat energy and Steve is the most golden retriever boyfriend-coded man on the planet.

But something shifts as the videos go on, Eddie’s quips are less jokey and more just pure admiration for Steve’s work. When they film a time-lapse the audience can see them working together, bumping shoulders, Steve looking at Eddie and looking away when Eddie looks at him. And when Eddie is filming there are no more jokes about him pining on camera. It is just scenes of Steve laughing, or just smiling, working while he whistles. Zooms of his eyes, his nose, the highlights on his hair, the way the moles on his cheek move when he smiles crookedly at something dumb Eddie says.

The whole series becomes a documentary about how Eddie fell in love with Steve and then… it's complete. It's done. The van is finished. Eddie films one last video thanking Steve for everything, and making one last flirty joke about taking him for a ride. Steve laughs and runs a hand through his hair, telling Eddie he’s welcome. And that is it. The series is done. 

It drives everyone insane because they love it of course, but also. Because it seems… unfinished. It's kind of a mess, Corroded fans are fighting the shippers and the shippers are accusing Eddie of queer bating, which he thinks it's fuckin hilarious and sad because it's his literal life they are talking about. 

But the truth is, there’s nothing more to tell. They had a real conversation after Eddie stopped filming, a proper thanks and hug goodbye. And then Steve just left. He never made a move. And Eddie tried, he really tried. He insinuated, flirted, complimented. But Steve was either not interested or completely clueless (probably because of how uninterested he was).

And now Eddie has a beautiful van, completely equipped for two people to travel in style. And no one to share it with. So he stays at home, wrapped up in a blanket and watching the comments on his tiktoks, laughing and then crying with the way people describe how palpable their chemistry is. And he misses Steve. He keens, he pins, he craves.

part three ->📱💞🚙

☕🥐💕 coffee? by the side of the road?

[postclasspecting]

Intro Post

Hello, Multi-session sburb veteran here, i give posts mythological titles (class and aspects)

I am Mark Warren, Native Seer of Hope, Current Knight of Breath, on the Land of Miasma and Storms

OOC Blog Explanation:

i give blogs classpects, i list the places where the classes and aspects are done as this is Replay Value Au, would highly recomend reading Sburb Glitch Faq, and then other Replay Value AU works, it's good

the explanations:

[neverendingparable]

Red Valley AU

Doctor Alice Nero

pretends to be Stellan's wife (and did the same with Rex)

is the leader of the project

experimented on her own brother

pities Stellan but is not willing to save him

Stellan 'Corduroy' Sommers

is very lost in his new life

became an alcoholic

has terrible dreams

is scared but determined to get to the bottom of this

Rex 'Fuzzy Wuzzy' Townsend

woke up but lost his arm after it got ripped off by accident

lost his mind and never got it back

is violent and murderous when set off

gets triggered by a lot of things including people grabbing him, syringes and confined spaces

[factual-fantasy]

A stressful week calls for avoiding projects and drawing obscure tf2 AU lore 🙃

Also I’ve never really liked how my tf2 drawings look.. they never really look anything like the Mercs from the comics. They always look too soft, bleh. So for the first drawing I sat down for hours with references just trying to replicate the art style of the tf2 comics. They still don’t look quite right, but I think they’re the best looking tf2 faces I’ve ever drawn. So that’s good enough for me!

Although I suppose keeping the Mercs on model is kind’a lost when I made Casper (Medics Crones Dome hat) look more magical and stylized.. whoops-

[anartisticalniche]

In which I gave in my silly thoughts and made a silly daughter for SMG4-

I called her Meggy, cuz in the AU where she gets adopted Meggy died on Anime Island, and so she's named after her.

Close ups-

[bubba-draws]

Woe, grollow wip be upon ye

[monipandas]

pov listening to ur small wife rant about the death cult she was in

[ordinarybry]

Repose

Your harem is made up of 3 men who think you are a goddess and who worship you as one. One of them comes to you to confess something.

Tw; underlying yandere tendencies, reverse harem, Fyodor Nikolai and Sigma are concubines, Female reader, no body or skin color descriptors, reader briefly mentioned to have hair, Nikolai is horny 24/7, all 3 have their abilities in separate AU, all 3 have done questionable things, murder, violence (brief), religious mentions, sexual themes, reader described as (Lady, Grace, Queen, goddess, light, love, dove, angel), bed described as a nest (non abo).

Hidden behind long wisps of curtain in a royal chamber three bodies lay entangled within the others limbs. Silken sheets weaved through and between warm skin and stray pillows around the large cushioned mattress. 

White and lavender cropped hair scattered along the torso his head laid on, ear resting upon his Lady’s navel as his lower body covered in a pair of soft briefs lay lax within the loose sheets along the curve of his lady’s calves and feet. A second body lay partially upon the woman’s upper body, his head curled downward as his lips kissed upon her roots. Soft waves of snow shortly curled around his features, the scar on his left eye distracted the dark haired man watching from the single section of long hair previously freed from its braid curling somewhere around the man’s back. 

Fyodor supposed the entire bed was a piece of art at this point, but the centerpiece was the beauty that laid bare between two of her concubines. A thin dew laid on her skin that reflected and shimmered in the golden light peeking through the stained glass directly behind the headboard of their nest. 

The sight reminded the man of what he and his fellow harem members had to do to get here, to step through the chambers of a goddess and be permitted to stay through the night; though, memories of their sins came and passed quickly. ‘A worthy price to experience this art, only a Goddess could be so perfect.’ 

Like a bend of flowing water, his lady had washed the blood staining their palms away. Their sins reposed in her wake, for sullied hands are unworthy of her skin. His body had moved to the side of her nest, fingers caressing her hair. “It is time to wake my love .” his whisper had been heard as her lashes fluttered, sleep slowly left her being.

Although Fyodor wished to continue watching her wake, he had come to confess.

Softly kneeling before her, Fyodor lowered his head. Eyes closed, he whispered solemnly “I wish to confess my sin, if you will hear me.” 

She turned her body slightly, rising on an elbow. This was not the first time Fyodor had kneeled before her with the intention of confessing a crime, and although she had continuously told him he need not be so formal, she knew the man needed this.

He needed her to listen, needed her to judge him, or he would not rest. 

Reaching for his cheek, she gave him her full attention despite the man behind her resting his arm under her breasts and nuzzling his nose into her neck. 

“I will hear you.”

“Your grace, I have sullied myself once again. After you retired to your chambers, I heard a conversation outside of the war hall. The king’s hand was speaking lies. He spoke deceitfully of you to the king.”

“What lies did he speak, Fyodor?”

“He said that you being named the heir to the crown was folly, that you are unfit to rule without a husband and that the king should marry you to the eldest prince of Kou to unite our armies and continue his strong line. He said that you must bear a child of royal blood or your worth would simply be wasted.”

“..and what did the king say?”

“The king denied you would need a husband to guide your people to prosperity and spoke of how much the people adore you. "The people’s heir” he said. He said he would not be insulted by his own hand undermining his decision to name you Queen and that he would hear nothing more. Then, his hand said that he had already sent a raven to the Kou and that the prince would be arriving within a fortnight to claim your hand.”

“I see. I don’t mean to rush this along but, Fyodor, to what sin are you confessing?”

“Murder.”

“Who has been murdered?”

“The hand of the king.”  

This confession caused Sigma, who had been only lucidly listening to the conversation, to turn onto his stomach and set his wide eyes upon the side of Fyodor’s face. As Sigma shifted closer to hear Fyodor better, Nikolai’s cat-like grin came to light as he too removed his focus from his angel to his friend. Nikolai, shameless and eccentric, had long since stopped bothering his lady with hearing his sins. He merely giggled, this confession is much more interesting than past confessions.

“Fyodor, do you mean to tell me that you murdered the hand of the king for speaking ill of me and sending an invitation for a suitor?”

“That, your grace, and, I have always hated him for never seeing you as you are and only being interested in you bearing children, as if he thinks of you as a breeding sow. I waited until the king left the room and used my ability to punish him for his crimes. Then I threw his body out the window.”

She thought for a moment. Of course, nobody would know it was Fyodor who killed her father’s advisor, she had Sigma purge any information about Nikolai and Fyodor’s abilities long ago in fear of being accused of using them to quicken her ascension. Although, one could say they are putting her coronation as Queen on the fast track, but if she were being honest- there was only one time she had asked for the punishment of another. Her Nikolai was quick to take the job and from how terrified Sigma seemed when returning to her after supervising Nikolai’s work, she could tell that Nikolai did his work well. That was the only time she had asked her harem to intervene with someone, all other times, even those she did not know of, had nothing to do with her and her wishes.

Oh the trouble these men have caused her in the past. Despite this, she had never regretted taking them in as her concubines. The passion they held for her, an eternal flame of devotion, had been what captured her interest. To put it simply, she did not plan to marry. She would rule as Queen with her harem at her sides, no husband needed.

There was no point in worrying about others finding the king's advisor dead, the murder could not be traced back to Fyodor. She truly had nothing to worry about, and if she were being honest, she wanted the man dead long ago anyways.

“You are forgiven for your sins. Now, please, join us. I could sleep a while longer.”

Nikolai giggled again behind her, “How today's confession was like poetry! I am envious of you Fyodor, you had our dove’s attention for so long this morning! I want some attention now my lady, please, I promise I’ll be good!” He spoke as he squeezed her midsection and rubbed his cheek along her shoulder. As he placed a few kitten licks on her neck, Sigma had untangled himself from the bedsheets. “Have you no shame, Nikolai? Her grace asked to sleep a bit longer and you are showcasing yourself bare and excited against her wishes!” 

Nikolai huffed as he was hit in the face with a pillow “Shameless am I? I disagree, I think myself free. Free to freely show how much I wish to pleasure my dove for freeing me. Besides, she has never refused me before..”

“Now, Kolya, if I am not going to get to sleep longer, I can think of someone in this room who could use my warmth more than you right now.” 

Fyodor looked up finally as his savior, his light, rose a single finger in his face and curled it in her direction twice. He softly smiled, Nikolai whining about ‘fairness’ as Fyodor rose softly. He reached for his tunic clasps, but it seemed his lady did not wish to watch him strip naked today. 

She rose to her knees and held his hands in hers over his tunic before leaning to his ear to whisper “allow me, love. Just lie down, let me forgive you and cleanse your body properly.”

Fyodor could have cried.

She always showed them gentle care, but seldom did she take the lead, and when she did, it confused Fyodor. She called it worshiping her boys, thanking them for their devotion to her, returning the favor for all of the times she has met her high from their tongues, showing her appreciation to how hard they work to protect her.

Fyodor knew as well as the others that she never had to do such things. It was always their devotion to her, they never expected anything in return, much less deserved anything in return.  But whether their lady wished to spend her day basking in her sheets, being railed all night long, riding them to completion, or simply curling her body into theirs while reading a book, they would never refuse. Whatever she wished, it was their pleasure.

As Sigma dragged Nikolai to the washroom by his arm, he mentioned that the bath would be warm for them when they were ready to wash up, but Fyodor couldn’t think of anything but the woman above him. Brushing the tips of her fingers lightly over his pale chest, parting his tunic while staring into his mulberry shaded irises she watched his eyes close. His long straight lashes seemed to darken as his ears and nose began to flush a rogue shade.

‘Yes,’ she thought, ‘he truly is most beautiful like this, they all are.'

Being their goddess wasn't ever all that difficult, dare she say it almost came naturally to her. She had three men so devoted and passionate they were willing to commit atrocities in her name without a second thought.

During her descent down to Fyodor's carved hips, she couldn't help but wonder exactly how her boys would react to a certain redhead and his bandaged brunette friend traveling to the capital city to join her harem on her cousin's request.

And, of course, what they're going to do about the Kou prince who is presumably on his way here.

Maybe, just maybe, her harem boys would use the prince as a bonding activity with the new arrivals. 'hmmm...'

Part 2?

[omgpurplefattie]

Star Trek fusion for Mysterious Lotus Casebook - you don't need to know Star Trek to follow this!

Fang Duobing is a human from Earth, Di Feisheng is an unconventional Klingon, and Li Lianhua is a self-proclaimed space bastard. His companion animal Fox Spirit only looks like a dog...

The Lotus Lodge is a small research vessel, RV Lianhua Lou, conducting 'science' by virtue of Li Lianhua being a doctor. Or does solving cases with Fang Duobing count as research?

"One thing I found interesting about that fic is that it does sound like the writer knows Star Trek pretty well, but the setting is a bunch of marginal weirdos on the edge of federation space in a tiny, junky ship that's nominally a "research" vessel, but that's actually one dude's shitty mobile home. This version of a Star Trek AU makes a lot of sense for MLC and many other fandoms, but it isn't what I typically see written. And I will never stop laughing at the take on Klingon 'perverts'." -- @olderthannetfic

Episode 6 -- The Pear Blossom Wedding pt. 4

With the USS Sentinel docked to the Starbase above the planet Vulcan, Qiao Wanmian is getting married to Xiao Zijin. Everybody convenes for the celebration, everyone for their own purposes. In the pear blossom arboretum, chosen for the ceremony, things come to a head.

After returning to the RV Lianhua Lou, Li Lianhua is very poorly. Di Feisheng wants answers while Fang Duobing is being helpful. Later, Qiao Wanmian comes to see him and wants answers as well. Wuyan serves tea.

CW: vomiting

[rejonaanojer]

Tennas

VC Tenna by @radiant-vulpine Forecasted Tenna by Team Forecasted

[rigby7997]

Old au.....mm draws this au again,,

this au was made on April 13th, 2022... it's still going on and idgaf

Also I hate you @bugloser0301 [THIS PART IS A JOKE]

[bleedingoptimism]

part one -> 📱💞🚙

part two -> 📱💞🚙

It only takes a week for Steve to show up at this door again. He knocks on the door late at night and he’s panting as if he’s run all the way there, “I had to see you” he says and it's overdramatic and kind of romantic, and Eddie barely resists the urge to jump in his arms and kiss him. Or check if there’s a filming crew and it’s raining because of how much this feels like a movie, but it’s a beautiful night outside.

“Come in,” he tells Steve, immediately turning and running around the living room, throwing away empty food containers and tidying up a bit. 

Steve watches him amused, but stands by the door, hands in his pockets, “So…” he says, “Came home today to find Chrissy, Vicky, and Robin all sitting at my dining table with their heads buried in a phone” 

Eddie looks up at that, because what the fuck? He looks at Steve confused and Steve nods, like he agrees with Eddie.

“The three of them lifted their head at the same time, it was kind of freaky honestly,” He keeps going and Eddie chuckles, curious as to where this is going, “They wanted me to see this,” Stevee finishes, lifting his phone up, the first episode of the van series playing, right at the part were Eddie first sees Steve and blushes while looking at him.

Back in reality Eddie is blushing again too, Steve saw the van series, he knows. Steve knows. “Steve…” he starts even though he has no idea what he’s gonna say.

But Steve doesn't let him try, doesn't let him think. He takes two long steps towards Eddie and kisses him, hard but short, pulls away holding Eddie’s face between his hands, and brings their forehead together,

“I didn't know,” he breathes.

Eddie shakes his head, “How could you not, I was so obvious I-”

Steve just kisses him again, once more short and sweet before pulling back, “You never said.”

Eddie wraps his hands over Steve's wrists, just holding them there, moving his thumb over Steve’s pulse slowly. He can feel how hard Steve’s heart is beating, can feel it match the rhythm of his own heart. And he wracks his brain, trying to remember if he ever did ask Steve out, or if he ever stated he liked him out loud.

He ends up laughing at the stupidity of it. Everyone knew Eddie loved Steve, except Steve, “I’m- I don't what to say. I'm sorry I-” he starts but Steve shuts him up with a kiss again, “It’s okay, I know now”

This time when they kiss, Eddie doesn't let Steve keep it short. He keeps him close, kissing him deeper, harder, longer, until he doesn't know where he begins and Steve stops.

The next day a new video gets uploaded. “Goooood morning!” Eddie says, even though it is clearly noon, from the passenger seat of his van, “Guess who is ready for their road trip!” he smiles and pulls the phone away from him, so both he and Steve are in frame. Steve is driving, eyes on the road but a huge smile on his face, Eddie’s hand is clearly visible on Steve’s thigh in the shot before Eddie moves the phone back to his face, “We’ll keep updating you guys, can’t tell you exactly where we are going cause we’d like a little privacy,” he says and wiggles his eyebrows, a soft gasp and a whispered and heated ‘Eddie!’ is heard in the background, “But we will upload videos from where we’ve been in a few weeks!” he films Steve once more, who looks at Eddie with a big sappy enamored smile on his face and then films the road for a few seconds, the world passing by the window. Finally, he twists the phone back to his face and says, “Oh! And don't worry about who’s going to drive… we’ll switch” and he winks and ends the video.

the end

☕🥐💕 coffee? by a roadhouse?

[reestallized]

things from my one of my other sketchbooks. again in no particular order

[yuzero2001]

camellia!!

I love vision crew's deltarune

This time, I painted the camellia of the older design.

We, the fans of deltarune AU in Japan, also love camellia!

she (camellia by @radiant-vulpine)

🚫転載･使用禁止 Repost is prohibited. Do not use my artworks.

[bl4z3-qwer]

Vision Crew Camellia if she was Spamton

[redybearsent]

My take on the "Technician" Super Boss theory

This my take on the "Technician" secret boss theory proposed by @radiant-vulpine I found the theory very interesting and I thought I could try giving it a shot at designing something for it.

P.S: The dark glitchy thing on their face is suppose to be the darkness trying to absorb them... It´s kinda farfetched but that design choice was made to reference that weird blue chair on the Spamton Sweepstakes. And before you ask, no, idk what´s their suppose to be in the Light World.