#Safe & Sound AU

[lilybug-02]

A Sweet Farewell

Bug Fact: More than 90% of all Bee species are solitary. But they pollinate just as much, if not more, than bees belonging to a colony. Pictures Below

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[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[delicatebarness]

but daddy i love him | prologue

Summary: As the daughter of a notorious mob boss, you must balance loyalty, love, and the ever-present danger of concealing a forbidden romance with Bucky Barnes, your oldest brother's closest friend.

Warnings: This story contains themes of secrecy, forbidden romance, and familiar conflict. High School/Mob AU. - Also, a lot of what happens in this series will be done while the characters are underage, for example, alcohol and drug consumption.

Word Count: 1110

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A/N: Hello again. So, this is the start of the rewrite of ITHK and Safe & Sound, I have tried to blend the stories together to create a new one. I have added the tag lists from the series below, but please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from this series. - Please feel free to leave feedback or let me know where and how you want the story to continue, this is just as much yours as it is mine. - B

I Think He Knows: @bigtreefest | @caplanbuckybarnes | @angelbabyyy99 | @mega-kittyglitter-1 | @cjand10 | @armystay89 | @itvy5601 | @spider-mans-hoe | @buckys0whore

Safe & Sound: @wintrsoldrluvr | @mostlymarvelgirl | @abaker74 | @scott-loki-barnes | @buckys0whore | @all-will-be-well-love | @cjand10

Everything: @hallecarey1 | @pattiemac1 | @uhmellamoanna | @scraftsku35 | @ozwriterchick | @sapphirebarnes | @rach2602 | @thetorturedbuckydepartment

In the heart of New York City. beneath the towering skyscrapers and blinding lights, lay a world where shadows concealed secrets and power whispered through the alleys. As the youngest and only daughter of a city's most notorious mob boss, you’ve learned to live with the constant hum of dangers that surrounded your family’s empire.

Attending Brooklyn Prep, a private high school, you maintain the facade of the diligent student, blending in with the privileged children of New York’s elite. And, beneath your polished exterior lay a hidden truth– your forbidden relationship with Bucky Barnes, your older brother Steve’s best friend. 

The epitome of loyalty and righteousness, Steve saw Bucky as another brother figure in your life. Dismissing any inkling of suspicion, he firmly believed that Bucky saw you as nothing more than a sister. “Bucky’s just looking out for her,” Stever would often reassure your twin brother, Peter, whenever his suspicions surfaced. Yet, you knew the truth. There was a passion that simmered beneath Bucky’s protective facade, your stolen glances and hidden smiles told a different story. 

One afternoon, as the school bell rang, you made your way toward an empty classroom at the end of the hall. The door opened with a creak, and before you could say a word, Bucky pulled you inside. His hand gripped your waist as his lips crashed onto yours. Your knees felt weak as the intensity of his kiss made you melt into his embrace, forgetting for a moment the world outside.

“I’ve missed you, Sunshine,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice thick with longing. His hands roamed up your back, pulling you closer. 

“I missed you too,” you whispered back between kisses, your fingers tangling in his hair. 

His kisses became more urgent, his breath hot against your skin. “We need to be more careful,” he muttered, breaking away for a moment, resting his forehead against yours. “Peter’s been watching us again. He almost caught me slipping a note into your locker yesterday.” 

Your heart skipped a beat. “I know. He’s suspicious, but Steve… Steve keeps dismissing him.” 

Bucky sighed, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “We can’t let our guard down. If Peter finds out… if your father finds out…” 

Placing a finger on his lips, you silenced him. “We’ll be careful, we have to be.” 

Just as your lips met again, the sound of footsteps in the hallway made you both freeze. Pulling away reluctantly, you straightened your clothing and tried to calm your racing heart. “I’ll see you tonight,” he whispered, his eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of longing and resolve. 

~

You found solace in the garden of your family’s estate that afternoon. The vibrant blooms and gentle rustle of leaves provide a calm sanctuary for your mind. Sat on a stone bench, under an old oak tree, you lost yourself in a book. The pages offered a temporary escape from the tension of your double life. 

However, the tranquility was short-lived as the sound of abrupt footsteps approached. Glancing up, you see Peter emerging from the shadows– a chill cast over the serene garden. 

“What are you doing out here?”  he asked, his voice dripping with contempt as he approached. His gaze was cold and calculating. 

“Reading,” you replied, keeping your voice steady as you gestured to the book in your hands.

Peter scoffed. “Of course,” he muttered, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the garden. “I wonder if Bucky would be interested in your taste for quiet corners. Or, maybe… he’s already familiar with them.” 

Your grip on your book tightens, your knuckles turning white as his words cut deep. “Leave me alone, Pete.” 

A cruel smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his eyes gleaming with malice. “Make me, Princess,” he taunts, seizing the book out of your hands. Frustration coursed through your veins as his actions were fueled by his desire to provoke and intimidate. 

“Give it back,” you demanded, rising to your feet.

Peter laughed, a harsh, mocking sound that echoed through the garden. “What’s the matter, little sister?” his taunts continued, flipping through the pages. “Can’t handle a little fun?” 

The urge to lash out nearly overwhelmed you as your fists clenched. Thankfully, the years of conditioning yourself to keep your emotions in check and not steep to his level held you back. “Just give it back,” you repeated with a sigh.

His grin widened, thriving on your discomfort. “Or what?” he challenges. “What are you going to do about it?” 

Before you could respond, a voice cuts through the tension, sending both you and Peter snapping your heads around in surprise.

“What’s going on here?” Steve stood at the edge of the garden. An expression mixed with concern and disapproval as his gaze flickered between you and Peter. “Pete, Dad wants a word.” 

Peter hesitated for a moment, his eyes narrowing in defiance. But, he ultimately tossed the book aside with a dismissive flick of the wrist, indifference spreading across his features. You let out a shaky breath as Peter disappeared back toward the house. The tension drained from your shoulders as you knelt, reaching for your book.

Waiting for Peter to be out of earshot, you turned to Steve with a furrowed brow. “Did Dad really want to talk to him?” 

Solemnly, Steve shook his head. “No, he didn’t. But, if there’s anyone Peter’s scared of, it’s Dad.” 

You nodded. Despite being your twin brother, Peter’s demeanor and motivations often baffled you both. “Thank you, Stevie,” you said softly, your eyes filled with gratitude as you met his gaze. 

~

Later that evening, as dusk settled over the estate, you stole away to a secluded spot in the garden. The spot you had discovered years ago was a blind spot in your father’s security system, a place where the cameras couldn’t reach. It had become your sanctuary, a hidden nook where you and Bucky often met secretly.

The air was thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine, adding a touch of ethereal beauty to the clandestine meeting. Bucky took your hand in his, his touch warm and reassuring. “I wish we didn’t have to hide like this,” he murmured, his thumb brushing gently across your cheek. 

“Me neither,” you whispered back, your heart aching with the weight of secrecy. “But, he’d kill you if he knew.” 

Bucky nodded, his jaw tightening. “I’ll find us a way,” he vowed, his voice unwavering. “I won’t let anyone come between us.” 

You leaned into him and in the quiet sanctuary of the garden, you and Bucky found a brief respite from the tumultuous currents of your lives.

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[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

weeee more fantasy au doodles

[matchstique]

💜Spoiler warning for Cass’s apocalypse series💜

CW: implied death

Me not crying over a fictional character [LIES]

Hitting me like a freight train.

@somerandomdudelmao

[a-whispering-echo]

band! doodles

have some random drawings i collected up and put on one canvas and finished up because i need storage space <3

[jimmyspades]

let’s stay like this forever let’s just keep pretending

[bad-time-theater-au]

Underling, you said you like crunchy animals? Now I gotta try! How should I cook?!

( "There are lotsa ways to eat bugs! You can eat some of them raw, but some of them might not be safe to eat like that and they dont always taste good. You can fry em, sautée em, you can even coat them in chocolate. I like to deep fry them for extra cronch!" )

[edgamz]

realizing i haven't posted stuff here in a while AAAUGH :(

[laismoura-art]

the fully evil Lin Kuei extorting old ladies left me with a bad taste in my mouth, so have some silly Lin Kuei to help us cope!

Kuai: how long does it take before you start hallucinating from sleep deprivation?

Tomas: I think it's--

Bi-Han: 72 hours.

Kuai: How do you know--?

Bi-Han: There's a clown behind you and it's not Hanzo.

Hanzo, cracking knuckles: I would glad help you fall asleep if you like, sir!

Made with my Bitter-Brothers-in-Law AU in mind!

[sparklingwatermelo]

Jegulily!!!

“I listen to god when he speaks to me.”

“Wise woman.” The man says turning his attention away from James and regulus and looking at her with approval, the spiteful anger in his eyes receeding slightly. “And what does he tell you?”

“Usually he tells me to form an army.” She smiles sweetly. “Five thousand women strong. And to go round and gut all men…and leave their entrails as offerings.”

The mans mouth drops open, he stares at her in complete and utter shock. Regulus is smirking, James is attempting (and failing) to stifle his laughter.

“You-you…will go to hell! You w-won’t be laughing when you’re burning for all eternity!” The man stutters backing away then turning heel, practically sprinting away from them.

“I look forward to it! I’ve never been a fan of the cold!” She shouts after him.

James stops all attempts at restraining his laughter, doubling over, his body shaking as he gasps for air through the giggles.

“Lily Rosalie Evans. You are a mother fucking marvel.” Regulus says his smirk turning into a full grin, almost wolfish.

“I know.” She winks at him, pleased when a gorgeous soft blush paints his cheeks. “doesn’t mean I don’t like to hear it though.”

“I-I can’t.” James is still laughing his head off looking as if he can no longer breathe and yet he’s still trying to speak. “Entrails as-as offerings!” Then he laughs even harder.

Regulus shakes his head in exasperation. “You broke James.”

“Clearly.” She chuckles fondly, and leans back into regulus’s chest, he wraps his arms around her waist and leans his chin atop her head. She breathes him in, he smells like lavender and the fancy oil paints he favours for his canvases.

Eventually their boyfriend calms down enough to function normally again. “Me and Reg are exempt from having our entrails offered…right?” The trademark lopsided james potter grin on his face, dimples on full display in a way that makes her want to kiss him senseless.

“Sure.” She reaches out and pats James’s cheek softly. “My favourite boys get a free pass. I won’t be gutting either of you.”

“Is it bad that I kinda want you to?” He sighs, closing his eyes. “I think I would enjoy it if you gutted me.”

“Masochist.” Regulus mutters, Lily can practically feel him rolling his eyes.

“That would kill you james.” She shakes her head in exasperation, tucking a lock of messy hair behind his ear. “Then what would we do.”

“I don’t know. But it would be a lovely way to die.”

“Reg is right. You are a masochist.”

James’s opens his doe eyes looking at them both in adoration. “Maybe. But you two still love me anyway.”

“Unfortunately.” Regulus says, though his voice is soft.

“Very much so.” Lily leans forward placing a gentle kiss on his lips. James smiles so wide and bright she is surprised is face doesn’t split clean in two. “Now come on let’s get out of here.”

“We can go back to my place.” Reg offers. “It’s closest.”

James hums in agreement. “We can watch a movie or something, I’m pretty sure there’s a shop somewhere here, we can get sweets! Oh and popcorn, the toffee one.”

“Or wine and cheese. I can make a charcuterie board.” Regulus suggests with a pointed look.

She smiles fondly, Regulus has never been a sweet tooth, compared to James who would happily consume sugar and only sugar for the rest of his life.

“You’re so fancy love. To fancy for us mere peasants.” James declares dramatically.

Reg rolls his eyes and huffs in response. “Either way we should go now it’s getting late.”

“Mm hm.” Lily hums, straightening up, immediately missing the warmth of regulus’s body and the weight of his hands wrapped around her. “Let’s go.”

Regulus pushes himself off the wall, dusting himself off. Lily smiles, he looks very fancy even when he’s wearing casual clothes the way regulus holds himself shows he’s posh down to his bones. “You are very fancy.” She concedes leaving no room for argument.

Reg sighs in defeat. “Fine. I am… a little bit fancy.”

James throws his head back and laughs brightly, eyes shining and Regulus blushes again, while Lily smirks at their antics. “The fanciest.” James says still grinning as he takes both of their arms and begins to pull them down the street. In the direction of Reg’s flat.

[thelunarsystemwrites]

Nightmare the caregiver headcanons!

(Just me ranting abt undertale au agere, featuring the bad sanses! This is gonna be a new AU-)

Nightmare: Caregiver. Very calm and sorta stoic, occasionally tired of the nonsense but has a good habit of keeping his cool. He may seem uninterested, but knows where all of his boys are, at all time. It's almost scary-

Killer: Middle. He's on the younger side of a middle, being 9 - 10 when regressed. He likes annoying Nightmare, and being playful. Calls nightmare "Pops" or "Dad"! He likes gaming a lot when regressed, which can be anything he can be chaotic in. (Mostly minecraft, but sometimes older games like COD.) He also occasionally slips younger, around 6? And when he's that young, he follow Nightmare just about everywhere, VERY talkative little.

Horror: Little. He's a toddler essentially, 3 - 4. And a very spacing out, unaware one at that. Nightmare absolutely has to keep an eye on him at all times, due to the fact that he will try to chew on anything and everything. To combat this, Nightmare shape shifts one of his tendrils into a harness, keeping Horror secure. Also, he goes completely non-verbal while regressed!

Murder/Dust: Little, very tiny. We're talking he goes 0 - 1, maybe 2. He's an Involuntary regressor, as he believes he doesn't really deserve it. When he's regressed, he's very clingy, and wants to be carried at all times, since he misses Papy's hugs and carrying him. Speaking of Paps! He often helps encourages Dust to ask for things he needs, like a binky, or bottle, blanket, so on!

Cross: Flip. He's not really the regressing type, so he's more of an age dreamer/partial regressor! When regressed, he's pretty quiet, likes to read, or bake (with supervision) he really can't tell his regressed age, which nightmare will reassure him that, it's okay! And, really Cross prefers being a babysitter, mostly to watch Killer. He's better with older kids!

And with that... i feel like I should be writing a story about this, huh.

[delicatebarness]

safe & sound | series masterlist

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Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader. Dad!Steve Rogers x Daughter!Reader. Mom!Natasha x Daughter!Reader. Peter Parker x Twin!Reader

Warnings: Mob Au. Age Gap. Dad’s Best Friend. Mentions of Violence.

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Prologue | Chapter One

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

fantasy laughingstock mawwiage but make it potc3 Flavor-

[small-world-au]

“Just close your eyes~ No one can hurt you now…come morning right…”

“You and I’ll be safe~and~sound…”

He singing this! For those who are curious

[lunavagans]

I‘ve resorted to making memes for thr cotl!au. Have minimal context.

Shadow struggling with the cult:

Red… has gone of the rails, I think:

After Vio‘s skull got split, the group has lost the majority of its braincells:

Zelda over the course of the game:

Well, he doesn‘t lie about it to Shadow, at least:

A mutually undesired family reunion:

When artistic freedom and realism in a magic universe are one circle in a venn diagram: