#Welcome home role switch AU

[thecluelessdoctor]

shopkeeper Wally doodles because y e s

Fun fact about em.

They rarely get sleep :'D. Running a shop is hard work, especially if ur.. tiny.

Another fun fact: this AU of Wally is taller than the canon Wally :D he is roughly 2'9, when canon is inferred to be 2'4-2'6

Just talking to shop.

Lore/comic idea?

Also btw I'm calling it the Role Switch/swap au

[xx-sketchy-xx]

This was the most brain rotting drawing I’ve ever made.

this was an ask by @catgirl41. They asked “May I ask if you can swap Wally and Frank’s roles? If you’d like you can do a horror version.”

I just didn’t want the drawing to be tiny lol

[killertoons]

Working on some more imp wally but the real question....

Is should it be the cute?

Or the s p o o k y?

[diminuel]

Hi! I while back you were wondering about the 'Crocodile as Whitebeard's Child' AU and what may have caused a rift, one of those reasons being Crocodiles gender. I was scrolling through the One Piece Wiki and found one of the questions Oda has answered! So maybe the rift could have been that Crocodile was at first part of the medical team (willingly/unwillingly either way he wanted to sail the sea) and Whitebeard not wanting his (then) daughter to be hurt didn't allow her to be a fighter? He would 100% allow Crocodile to fight if he transitioned during his time at the Whitebeard pirates!

Ah, right!! Thank you!

I think I knew that but forgot about it and just felt I was doing WB an injustice by thinking he would not allow women as his crew (apart from medical staff). Apparently not! Old-fashioned old fart!

Though if he's that strict about his set of morals I don't know if his morals wouldn't make him want to leave his (then) daughter on shore. What kind of ideas and expectations might he have for his own child - a daughter and not a son? Stay home, be safe, make a family?

(But leaving her alone at home, possibly without a mother, without a support network, with potentially the danger of his name attached to her, was never going to be safe... Keeping her weak was not going to make her safe.)

I can imagine that if Crocodile did accept a role as medical staff he would still try to fight, pick up swords, a gun, just get out there and that would lead to a lot of arguments that might eventually lead WB to kick him off his ship. If he cannot follow captain's orders then he's not welcome to stay.

And I'm also not sure he would allow Crocodile to fight if he transitioned? Would he be able to just flick a switch in his brain and go "well, my child wants to be a boy, so I guess he gets to be a fighter now"? I'm not sure. And the Iva style transition only happens later in Crocodile's life (if we're doing Crocodad!) probably long after a falling out might have happened.

Hm hm hm!

[ctrlsatoru]

HANABI SEASON - CHAPTER ONE

genre: enemies to lovers; roommate au; fluff, angst & smut (future chapters) warnings: none in this chapter pairing: geto suguru x gojo satoru x afab reader word count: 6.2k

a/n: LISTEN this is me refusing to accept the current situation in the manga. i need to put my love for these characters somewhere!!! anyway here’s wonderwall:

❛❛For years, the only thread connecting you both was the living legend known as Gojo Satoru. Fate always seemed to place one of you in the other's absence, but in the aftermath of the night parade of a thousand demons, destiny takes an unexpected turn and your paths are brought together.

Or the one where former terrorist and cult leader Geto Suguru is sentenced to become your roommate, and consequences ensue❜❜

They can’t stop themselves from looking at him.

Curiosity. Desire. Pity.

It's human nature, being drawn by beautiful deadly things, wanting to hold them in one’s hands even if they cut. Clandestine glances take him in greedily, shifting to morbid fascination. The most insistent skitter away like spiders caught in the light when they find themselves under your scrutiny, ashamed of being caught or irked by what they assume is a display of jealousy.  

They couldn’t be more mistaken.

You suppose the pair of you sell the couple fantasy at first glance, sitting side by side and matching in black; black dress, black suit, black eyes, black hair. His sharp, siren eyes contrast against your rounder ones, dusted in the faintest glitter.

An unlikely pair in an unlikely situation, that’s the truth of it. You’ve never even had one conversation. At all. Not since you met, nor since he came to live with you in your apartment.

"And now it’s time to present the award for Innovation in Design. This year's awardee is led by a remarkable group of visionaries, whose work has not only pushed for the transformation of several industries but has also improved the lives of countless individuals.” 

You’ve been roomies for weeks and he’s determined to keep the odd, almost non existent dynamic between you going. The roles are set in stone: him, the silent shadow roaming your apartment, and you, the sole recipient of his unwavering disinterest, with no say in any of it.

The silent treatment bothers you more than what you’d anticipated, for reasons you refuse to unpack. You’d expected domestic warfare, belittling remarks, the subtle threat of being poisoned or smothered in your sleep. You were more than ready for it.

There’s no reaction to your presence, to anyone or anything. You two share a roof and simultaneously exist on entirely separate planes. You leave for work early and come home late, often staring at the guest room door with too much take out to eat all by yourself. Other than the weekly home visits from Dr. Nakamura, his psychiatrist, his whereabouts are a mystery.

It’s like living with an emo, non-verbal teenager stuck inside a grown man's body. 

So you decided to react accordingly; by disrupting his streak of isolation and forcing him to come with you to a social function. 

It’s a desperate, risky measure on your part. Doubts began to creep in when you remembered that the social aspect involves people; members of the industry, top dogs from rival companies and most importantly, colleagues you interact with every day, who will undoubtedly have questions about this mysterious man they've never seen before.

But any hesitation dissolved the moment you two arrived at the venue. You looked at him over your shoulder as he made his way through the crowd and knew it worked. It wasn’t a switch flipped, but more like a tiny chip on his stony exterior, hinting at a crack, but still not quite there. 

Not yet. But it’s a win nonetheless. The night is set to be a good one.

“To receive this prestigious award on behalf of Kaneko Industries, please join me in welcoming Creative Director Sera Kaneko.”

The room erupts into applause. Your entire table -all except for your date/roomie/hostage seated on your left- comes to stand. Radiant smiles are shared, you’re all bowing in every conceivable direction, patting each other on the back. Congratulations, you deserve it, you've worked hard. 

This is the result of an uphill battle, months and months of sleepless nights, time with loved ones sacrificed and many failures, iterations and headaches.

Your coworkers rush you to move before you can even react. With fingers clutching the velvety fabric of your gown and your heart drumming against your ears, you walk all the way to the podium until you’re standing under blinding white light.

“Thank you.” Your voice cracks against the mic, a high pitched squeal makes you and probably everyone in the room wince.

The MC returns and adjusts the mic to a reasonable height, giving you time to stack your head over your shoulders, clear your voice and get a good grip on the heavy crystal sculpture in your hands.

“We are truly, truly honored to accept this award. This represents not only our dedication but also the incredible potential the work everyone in this room does has to shape the future.”

One by one, you start to make out faces past the foggy white mist. Though it's nothing compared to the looks your companion has been getting, there's something nearly predatory about it. You roll your shoulders, lift your chin, and continue.

"I want to congratulate everyone at Kaneko Industries. This is a reflection of our collective effort, hard work and shared vision. And of course, this wouldn’t be possible without our CEO, Yamamoto Sota, whose leadership has allowed us to dream big and achieve even bigger."

Your eyes move from your mentor’s prideful smile and foggy glasses to the somber presence sitting on the other side of your vacant chair. A black hole dressed in a black suit. A sick spark goes through you. 

"And I'd like to express my heartfelt gratitude to a very special person. Someone who has been an unexpected source of encouragement and inspiration."

His eyes meet yours for what feels like the first time.

A subtle shift of his jaw turns it into a blade, far sharper than human anatomy should allow, accompanied by the faintest flare of his nostrils. In his full glory, he’d make everyone in the room put their foreheads to the ground. You’d be saved for last.

His wellspring of hostile intentions does the opposite of intimidating you. Painting yourself as the target of the world’s most dangerous curse user sends an exhilarating thrill within you. You’re like a kid playing with firecrackers for the first time, awakening pyromaniac tendencies.

The crack is there. You have proof. Undeniable evidence that he’s not yet turned into a walking carcass. Beneath the surface of his pale skin and those haunting eyes, Geto Suguru is not indifferent.

He’s just given you something to work with.

Now you just have a speech to finish.

You’re at the lovely intersection of tipsy and sober when you take a break from the party, leaving your team to drink to their heart’s content and celebrate as they wish. You’re far from the figure of authority that makes people fix their posture when you step into a room, but it’s your last name on the company logo nonetheless. They should let loose tonight, for real.

No one sets foot on the terrace; the night’s cold enough to make your nose watery and your eyes sting. The vast view of Tokyo makes up for it. It’s just you and your glass of champagne. Everything is in its right place.

As if you’ve been under watch, your phone starts humming against your hip, hidden inside the secret pocket made just for it and a travel sized lipgloss. 

The name on the screen makes your eyes close. You take a deep breath before answering.

“I knew I couldn’t trust Ijichi. I’m firing that wrinkly weasel.” 

A snort comes through the line. “He doesn’t work for you.”

“I’ll hire him and fire him, then. This is why he looks like a 40 year old. Snitches get no collagen. ”

“Be nice. You know he has a soft spot for you.” 

The playful tone startles you. It’s been a while since he’s been in the mood to joke around. You squint at the Tokyo Tower, dressed in light blue light.

“If this is you trying to scold me, just get to it. Don’t ease me into it like I’m one of your little stude–”

He cuts you off. “It’s nothing like that. I just called to say congratulations.” 

Oh.

Oh.

“I heard you guys got the big prize tonight. I’ll make sure to bring everyone gifts as soon as I get back.” 

Knowing his flashy tendencies he’ll pull something unnecessarily extravagant and terrorize the design floor. The starry eyed interns might fall deeper in love with him.

“The whole team?” you taunt, not necessarily doubting him. 

“Of course! Even that stuck-up assistant. Can’t say the same for the degenerate you call CEO.” 

You’re just opening your mouth to defend your friends when he speaks again.

“Hey, I know how hard you’ve worked for this. I’m really proud of you, bug."

"Yeah. Thanks." you rasp, nodding profusely like anyone can see you. Your eyes are starting to sting again. You turn your back to the party, feeling oddly exposed. 

“Even if I have to hear about meaningful moments in my best friend’s life from other people.”

There it is. A few hours from now, maybe in the shower, you’ll know exactly what you want to reply, something along the lines of see, I would’ve mentioned it, if you weren’t icing me out. 

In the present moment he’s pissing you off too much to gather your thoughts. 

And now he’s giving you whiplash again. "We totally have to celebrate. Etxebarri?”

"In what, six months from now?" you snort, fear creeps up on you that he's suggesting a spot with such a lengthy waitlist because he's planning an extended stay abroad. “It won’t feel like celebrating then. Jay Fai?”

"Are you perhaps underestimating me? Big mistake, Sera Kaneko, huge."  he clicks his tongue "We'll do both. And if there's any other place you feel like hitting up, just let me know."

"Trying to spoil me?"

“Spoil her, she says.” he chuckles. “You’ll know when I’m actually trying to spoil you.” 

The spite in his words makes you pause. You pull the phone away from your face and make the conscious decision not to pick a fight.

“What time is it there?” you shut your eyes tight as soon as the question leaves your mouth. Time zones? Really? 

“Early. Uh– 5 a.m. Doesn’t feel like it, though. The sun is bright as hell.”  he complains, surely rubbing his eyes.

You take a sip. “Still working?”

“Just got off.” You picture a dismissive little shrug. Everything is easy for him.

“Things are going smoothly here,” You know he’s been wanting to ask. “I’m handling it. Don’t throw a fit about things you can’t control. Get some sleep.”

“No control? Interesting way to phrase it. Not even a bit? And–” he chuckles airily “have you known me to be the type to stress about things?”

“Zero, and no.” 

You turn around to lean against the thick concrete rail. The wind picks up, you hug your waist trying to warm up.

“But on top of sprinkling some passive aggression every few sentences, you’ve had this ominous vibe for a while. I feel like you’re just waiting for me to fold. Not gonna lie, it’s getting exhausting.”

“That’s–” 

“But,” you emphasize before the conversation gets too real “I get it, you know? We’re on foreign ground.”

“Good foreign, or bad foreign?”

You laugh at his poorly concealed apprehension. If you’re been trying to learn how to deal with Geto Suguru, his counterpart you can read like a book.

“Dude, you seriously need to unclench.”

“I’m unclenched. I’m super loose, you wouldn’t believe it.” 

There’s some shuffling around, followed by a sharp exhale, a telltale sound of him dropping his weight on some random hotel mattress. You huff at his choice of words.

“Grow up. Answer my question, Kaneko.”

“Not Kaneko,” you gasp, no wonder his students show you more respect. “You know, If you’re going to dread delegating something to me for once, maybe– I don’t know? You shouldn’t have agreed to making me your genocidal ex-boyfriend’s keeper.”

“You know that’s not–” 

Now it’s him who’s pissed. You switch up immediately, just for good measure. 

“Relax, man. Jeez, god forbid a girl tries to make light of the situation.” 

There’s a heavy sigh on the line, the fact that he’s dropping the subject speaks volumes. He doesn’t mind postponing the obvious pending conversation as much as he pretends to.

You track down the ex-boyfriend by the bar. He’s just standing there, like he’s above sitting on a stool, ready to pulverize whoever dares come to his vicinity. 

Good foreign, or bad foreign?

“Speaking of. I think I finally got him to crack.” 

“And just why would you be trying to do that?” he asks patiently, like he's talking to a kid.

This time, you deflect without remorse. 

“He’s gathered enough admirers tonight to start another cult. You know how long I spent surrounded by people today?”

“I don’t know. The whole day?”  he yawns, always hating having to guess things. You’re just doing it on purpose at this point.

“Four, Gojo. I had hairdressers, makeup people, a foreign stylist and an army of assistants. My eyelashes are curled a la fibonacci, and my tits look– they put some kind of body butter on me, I can’t describe how good they look.”

You pause, pinch your nose and drop your voice to a whisper. 

“All he has is… what? A little man bun, dark circles and vitamin D deficiency and I’m telling you, he stole my spotlight. I didn’t stand a chance.”

“I’m sure you did, bug. Don’t get too caught up about it.”

“I don’t know why I’m telling you this, you’re biased…" you murmur, shaking your head. "Whatever. I’ve been thinking–"

"Have you now?”

"I always found cults silly. I mean, how is someone alluring enough to convince multitudes to follow them blindly like that? Even if they offer a super convincing lore about the end of the world. They always say they’re charming and handsome but the pictures never back it up– have you seen Jim Jones?”

The line falls quiet as reluctant realization lands on you, and you don’t even register how the cold has numbed the muscles of your face until your eyebrows try to lift and your mouth opens. The edge of Geto Suguru’s profile at a distance disappears when people walk past, then he’s back, taking yet another deep breath.

“But I kind of get it,” You speak your truth, more to yourself. It comes as an intrigued whisper. The sharp wheeze of Gojo violently coughing is immediate, breaking you out of your trance. Is he eating? 

Looking at the man is a humbling experience. Pretty doesn't do him justice. Granted, the man has seen better days; you don’t get devastatingly close to achieving the dream of a lifetime, and lose a limb on top of it without it taking a toll on you.

Geto Surugu, even withered in every conceivable sense of the word, has something magnetic about him.

The pitch-black suit you picked clings to him with an almost predestined fit, a reminder that under the unkempt hair and lackluster baggy clothes he wears around your apartment hides a strong, well-trained physique made of wide shoulders and a slender waist. 

Whatever effort he put into his hair paid off nicely, and having a face like that never hurts. Two strands of raven hair frame his features. 

So, yeah. It’s plausible to you that people got hooked on his hardcore eugenics pyramid scheme simply because they wanted to hit. Not that you’d ever slip like that, even at your lowest, horniest hour, but you see the POV. 

You realize you’re not any different from the people ogling at him earlier. With the sole difference that he's... kind of in your hands already. ” 

“Are you drunk?”

“No. Maybe? I don’t think so. Let’s just say I’m starting to empathize with your commitment issues.” 

You hold back a giggle at his pointed silence. Very few people can say they’ve left the Gojo Satoru speechless. And not for a lack of effort. 

“Man, imagine if I fell for him. That’d be hilarious. Huge conflict of interest. What would you do?”

“Well, that– would put me in a tight spot, for sure.”

“Yeah I can see how that would be uncomfortable for you.” you admit, rather seriously, tickled by how uncomfortable he sounds. Damn the distance between you for not letting you see his face. “But nah. No. I don’t go for the crazy ones, that’s your thing. Plus it’s bros before hoes, always.”

You suppose the scoff is supposed to be a laugh. “Yep. You know it.”

Your alarms are set off at once. A red haired woman in green has approached your roommate’s safe perimeter, and you know the death stare won’t scare her away.

“O.k. I gotta go, there’s a— situation here.”

“What? What’s–”

“And get some sleep. I’ll text you when we get home, say hi to Yuta and Miguel for me.”

“Sera–”

“I’ve got this, ok?” you say pointedly. “Have some faith in me, Satoru. Don’t make me say that again.”

Your thumb hits the red button, not a glance spared at the screen as you make your way inside, ready to stop the crossover at the bar. The world does not need that. You definitely don’t.

“Aunt Elisa” You peel her hand off his forearm, holding it between both of yours instead. Her thin, soft freckled skin reminds you of a newborn reptile.

You uncle’s second wife. They’re one of the few members of your family who held onto enough shares to get invited to this kind of event. Beautiful woman, living proof that age does not take from beauty.

“Serafina, mia cara,” Her green eyes scan you from head to toe. Her smile never reaches her eyes, it never failed to put you off as a kid. “you shouldn’t leave your date alone, it’s unbecoming. Tonight isn’t just about you, you’re an adult, you should know that.”

The last time you heard from her and your uncle they were going to great lengths to get your cousin a seat at the board, and you moved the strings to make their mission impossible. You’re not sure if they caught on to your counter-scheming, but you weren’t particularly sneaky about it.

She’s always been as lovely as any wretched hag with more internalized misogyny than blood running through her icy veins.

“No. Of course not.” You pout, like it’s a tragedy. “It’s pretty late, so you and my uncle are probably leaving by now, right? I know his feet get all swollen when he wears his fancy shoes for too long.”

“Well, that answers my question.” she grins triumphantly, turning to look at Geto like you unknowingly fell into a trap of sorts.

You hesitate. Geto’s face reveals nothing. He’s inspecting your aunt with the emotion of a grocery store scanner. 

“Sorry?”

“I was just asking the young man here what his association with my niece is, but I suppose he’s shy. You should’ve introduced him to the family before bringing him to an event of such importance, dear. This kind of step in a relationship is discussed between both parties, you don’t want to scare him off with your dominant nature.”

“Ah, no–” You relax at once, releasing her hand. Her brick colored lips purse at you. “He’s not shy, quite the opposite. He's just uncomfortable with strangers being so casually forward with him.”

“We’re just worried, dear.” she exhales, her arm slithers around your shoulders, rubbing up and down your bare arm. You shiver at the unwelcome proximity. “Surely you’re not rushing into finding a replacement after Kenichi called off the wedding, are you?”

“There’s nothing to worry about.” You hum reassuringly, shoulders rolling just to get her to stop touching you for a second. “If there’s one thing I learned from our family is that loveless marriages only bring depressing results. It’s one of the many cycles I’m committed to break.”

Her perfectly plucked auburn eyebrows narrow slightly on you. You hold her stare until she turns away from you, expresion instantly softening for Geto. You hold back a gag.

“Are you not going to introduce us?”

“Geto Suguru, a pleasure to meet you.”

The velvety sound of his government name hits you like a bucket of ice-cold water. 

You had prepared an alias, but the opportunity to introduce never came. Your coworkers were too put off by his vibe and perhaps mildly concerned to see you bring a plus one to ask questions, and the death stare and stoic demeanor kept them from starting a conversation with him directly, even in your absence.

He has to know she’s a sorcerer, and while your aunt and uncle live in Europe, too busy with a lavish life to worry about Jujutsu matters, your cousin could recognize his name.

“Elisa Kaneko, Il piacere è mio.”

You’re either lost grasp of reality or he’s really almost smiling at her. 

“Since my niece keeps avoiding the subject, will you finally grace me with an answer?”

“Sono il suo karma, zia.” You pull away from her and come to stand by his side, pressing your shoulder against his arm like the muzzle of a gun. “Ho cambiato il suo destino. We have a contract and all. He’s tied to me.”

You feel him go rigid. Another glass of champagne on you and you might've poked your tongue in his direction.

Go on. Give it a shot, Geto-sama. 

“É così che lo chiami di questi tempi?” She scoffs after assessing the two of you hoping to catch you slacking. “Well if that’s the case, then you must’ve lived a beautiful and honorable life, Geto Suguru. Our Sera is the gift of the Kaneko family, the doré enfant. Our Golden Child, her grandfather used to call her.”

You know where this is going. 

"Fate has dealt her a heavy hand, so if she changed yours hopefully you'll do the same for her. For good fortuna of course, yes?" 

You let her rejoice with a tight-lipped smile and excuse the two of you, exchanging kisses before walking away, not trying to see if he follows you.

The silence on the drive back home is thick. Ijichi drives diligently, quietly, hoping not to be noticed by either of you but sparing concerned glances through the rearview. 

Back inside the building, as the elevator doors close, your mind is made up to make use of the crack in his facade.

“Well played. I drag you with me to a party and you try to recruit my aunt. Seems like I underestimated you. It won’t happen again.”

The bossa nova version of some Korean song that topped the charts last year plays softly. You let the campy chorus pass. No answer comes.

“For a former cult leader, you sure hate the attention. It must’ve been an exhausting decade for you, maybe start thinking about this as your retirement, hm? Lighten up a bit.”

Your reflection’s a blurry blob on the brushed surface of the elevator doors. He keeps his stare forward, wide shoulders dwarfing your figure next to him, standing at a measured distance. You’re probably insane for poking a murderous man with nothing to lose in an enclosed space, isolated from any sort of protection.

“So here’s the deal, making you come was unnecessary, but you left me no choice, and it's not like you had plans anyway.”

Tough crowd. All you get is a single, slow, uninterested blink that would put the world's meanest cat to shame.

You drop the friendly tone and cross your arms.

“I’m not trying to make this any more difficult than it is. The sooner you come to terms with that, the smoother things will go.”

Nada.

You refuse to go back to zero.

The doors open. Your hand touches the metal frame before they close again. He’s fucking stubborn, doesn’t move until you finally step out with a roll of your eyes and just follows you through the dimly lit hallway like a sinister shadow.

Your apartment is silent, only lit by the city outside. You’re deliciously close to savoring the release of your feet when the world spins–

There’s no warning. You're pushed between the stone wall behind you and the black wall that he is. His hand covers half of your face tightly, muffling a yelp.

A million thoughts speed through your head. He’s breathing steadily against you, while you hold yours and brace yourself for his next move. 

This is it. He's gonna try to kill me right now. Hours after I told Gojo to trust me. Is this what those curses saw? Before he swallowed them whole? Fuck. Gojo’s never gonna let me live it down.

You don’t notice you’ve been released until you see his profile. He lifts a finger to his lips, stone-cold eyes set on the end of the hallway. 

It’s in that tense moment that you feel it. You’re not alone. There's someone inside.

Stay. He mouths and disappears.

You stay rooted in that spot, seriously reconsidering your life choices for a bit while you step out of your heels. You wipe away the strange warmth his hand left on your face and follow him.

Silence.

A sharp slam followed by a thud, someone cries out.

They’re in your office. You stand at the edge of the living room, ears straining, and let him come to you.

The shadow lunges from behind and you spin. He has some sort of weapon ready to strike, just a fraction of an inch away from your face, aimed at your eye. Not a knife, not a gun, a much more intricate object. 

You push back against his forearm and duck as he swipes it at your head.

A brutal kick at your legs sends you to the ground. You land at the center of the living room, narrowly avoiding his boot as it stomps on the ground.

That fires you up. Stepping on you? On your face? Uncalled for.

Your hand swipes under the coffee table, closing around the reassuring handle of a knife. He charges at you. It’s your chance. In one fluid motion, you curl your body around his leg and slash across his calves. 

He cries out, drops on one knee, neck straining as he looks up at your glass ceiling. To your surprise he's standing back up in no time.

You get a better look at him now. Young, black kimono, neck tattoo, good fighter, lands a few hits on your side and still moves with determination after the number you've done on his legs.

He never once reaches for his katana, so you know his technique has something to do with it and he’s figured out that it’s useless here. No one but Gojo can wield cursed energy in the building. You both spent a good six months working on the prototype for the security system. 

“Zenin, Kamo?” you ask breathlessly.

He lunges again. You're rusty, and he’s strong, but you’re faster even in a gown. You seize the moment, move to the side, grab his arm with one hand and plunge the blade into his side. It slides between his ribs like he’s made of butter at room temp.

He gasps. 

“Kaneko?”

He stumbles, eyes glazing over, fixed on you. He’s really young. Can’t be much older than Megumi.

With a heavy, not as graceful as you'd like kick to his middle, you send him hurtling into the crystal shelf unit. The fabric of your gown rips. 

You sprint to the office despite your side begging you stop moving. The gruesome sound of knuckles connecting with flesh and bones cracking welcomes you, every single object on your desk is scattered on the floor. Geto and the man move with nearly animalistic brutality, trying to outpower the other. It’s a close fight.

You see it happen.

The look on his face gives away the exact moment it hits him. He just tried to land a punch with his missing arm. All three of you notice the slip, the stranger doesn’t waste his chance.

Geto crashes through the floor-to-ceiling window, glass shattering all around him, landing on the balcony.

Eyes wide and unblinking, he props himself up with his arm. He’s gone, a million miles away. Defenses down. 

It's just you and the intruder who stalks over him with full purpose, drawing his katana.

One by one, three shots ring out. The man's knees fold in first, his weight balancing cartoonishly until he hits the ground, katana following with a resounding clang.

You walk carefully, trying not to step on shattered glass until you step out into the balcony and offer him your hand.

The rain shows no mercy. The drops are thick enough to sting on bare skin. Aoyama is nothing but a quiet hum at night. You take the rejection and go back inside before you're completely drenched and risk hypothermia.

You walk over the man, using the butt of your gun to push away a strand of hair sticking to your face. The beautifully done updo is ruined, you feel it in the release in your temples.

“As I was saying, I don’t expect us to be besties, but we don’t have to be enemies either. The psychological waterboarding thing sounds exhausting. You seem to be doing that yourself just fine.”

It’s a miracle, the liquor cabinet survived the fight. You fix up two generous glasses, skip the ice for him, feeling that he's one of those people.

“I must’ve truly been blessed, then. Karma is rarely known to be so benevolent.”

He’s something else. After that pitiful display, wet like a dog abandoned in the pouring, ice cold rain, and slipping on his first attempt at regaining his footing, there's still an acidic edge to his words. Venom drips from every syllable.

“Hey, you took the liberty of introducing yourself to my aunt, I thought I could afford a little joke.”

His hair sticks to his neck, bun unraveled. Strands cling to the side of his face. He’s limping as he approaches you, there’s a bright red spot where his scar must be. He stops at a safe distance, on the other side of the body. 

You slide the glass across your desk in his direction, not in a gesture of hospitality, but more like offering a lifeline to a drowning man. 

It’s weird, being looked at by him. His pupils shift. You take a sip and fight back a wince. You’d grabbed the first bottle you saw. Safe to say it wasn’t one of yours.

“Your clan doesn’t know.” 

Droplets of water hit the floor under him, from his hand, his soaked clothes, and his chin. 

“You did this without notifying them; you’ve committed treason.”

The second sip is kinder as it washes down your throat, cold and scalding at the same time. You sit on the edge of your crooked desk. A sharp burst of pain in your leg reminds you that you did not come out unscathed.

“My clan.” you repeat, confused. “And who was I supposed to notify? You didn’t exactly leave any elders for me to answer to.”

His brows furrow slightly, the corners of his eyes closing momentarily as if to read a foreign language. You, on the other hand, connect the dots easily.

“Seriously?”

You can’t help the pitch of your voice going higher, giving him time to deny your unspoken assumption.

“Who did you think those Star Religious leaders were? The Kaneko clan was the backbone of the Time Vessel Association. Did you– did you not know that?”

His eyes shift between yours, searching. Why would you lie? It makes sense. Your clan positioned itself as one of the big four partly due to descending from Tengen herself. It makes sense that they had their claws in her little murderous fanclub from the very beginning.

You hold your belly, laughing despite the pain.

“That’s– that’s hilarious. You saved me many headaches. I should thank you.” 

“Still.” he says, the knot between his eyebrows not giving. “You're the head of the Kaneko clan. You’ve kept this from your family.”

Worry starts to settle in you, did he hit his head or something? Surely, the world's wettest, most dangerous curse user can't be this dense.

“I’m a non-sorcerer, not to mention a woman. Do you think anyone holds me to that standard? As long as the company keeps filling their pockets, my family will stay in line, and as you can see we’re not doing too bad.”

The majority of the living members of the clan slowly excited Jujutsu Society after your grandfather passed and the Time Vessel Association went to shit. Those active hardly regard you as a leader. One thing about being the nepobaby of a clan well past its glory days is that the world will not let you forget how insignificant and purposeless your position is.

All in all, the only remarkable things left are the company your great grandfather founded a century ago and the Kaneko vault, but that's another thing entirely. You represent nothing other than a sliver of hope for the survival of the Kaneko technique. And even in that area you’re damaged goods.

"So that moving speech you delivered to the higher-ups—did it not speak honestly of your intentions?"

You indulge in another sip. They’re getting enjoyable by now. Maybe you’ll give whiskey a chance.

“What’s your angle, Golden Child?”

“You caught that, huh?” you chuckle at the nickname, your phone starts ringing but you pay it no mind. “Don’t misunderstand me. I’m not interested in your redemption arch. I just didn’t see the benefit in you letting you die.” 

“So you agreed to this?”

This.

A binding vow.

Set by far with better considerations for you. If anything, you're a warden of sorts. The irony of binding him to a non-sorcerer does not escape you. The higher-ups can get poetically cruel when they want to. 

One of the main conditions is that you can back out whenever you want. In which case the original sentence will proceed; execution by the strongest himself.

“You don’t trust me, I get it,” you admit, a faint understanding in the drop of your voice. It’s reasonable, you’re strangers, tethered only by a thread named Gojo Satoru. “Honestly, I wouldn’t trust me either, but you should know that I’m not the type to give up easily.” 

You sound confident, like you weren’t seriously considering dropping his ass to the Jujutsu version of the lethal injection if he kept ignoring you and sucking the serotonin out of your apartment. Your phone rings again, his eyes land on the exact spot where it’s hidden.

“Is it love?” he asks, eyes knowing.

The question hangs in the air. The ice cube in your mouth shatters into tiny fragments between your clamping teeth, the cold sensation spreading across your tongue.

"Is that why you're so desperate to cater to his desires?" his eyebrows arch empathetically, concerned. You can't help but notice that you've witnessed more emotions cross his face in the last four hours than you have in an entire month.

He shakes his head gently at your silence, a disappointed click of his tongue echoing in the room. 

“You know better, Sera. He’s Gojo Satoru. Nothing is impossible for him. Everything he’s ever wanted and needed in life, he’s had it. You’ll waste yours away trying to live up to a man like that.”

“Speaking from experience?” 

He smiles at the floor, casting you a look that’s equal parts pity and amusement. Like you’re an insect landing on a venus flytrap. 

“I like this. I like us talking, but I think we should be more serious about this.”

Your chin dips at the body on the floor. The younger intruder, hopefully just unconscious in your living room, will have to answer for both. 

“Yes. Let’s be.” he agrees, extending his open palm towards you. “How about some honesty?”

Fair enough. 

“I didn’t think he deserved to execute his best friend,” You concede easily. If he’s trying to play 4D chess, he’ll have better luck with whoever sent your two visitors tonight. “and who knows, maybe you didn’t deserve the easy way out either. You’re gone, leaving the rest to clean up the mess? Not fair, is it?”

“And what do you believe I deserve?”

The end of the conversation looms over you as the rain starts to give. You need to make a few calls, deal with the body, the hopefully not dead kid in your living room, and figure out what comes next before getting some much-needed sleep, which might end up being none. 

And there’s something unknown to you that bleeds into his question, that tells you the curtains are closing on you for the night.

“I’m not gonna pretend to know the answer to that.” you shake your head dismissively “But I know you’re beyond giving a shit about what happens to you, so this is my promise to you; betray Gojo's decision, and I’ll make sure your family pays for your crimes.”

Live, Geto Suguru. I don’t care if you find a reason to wake up in the morning or not, you will live. You don’t get to die. You'll face this shitty, monkey riddled world for as long as you have to. I'll make sure of it.

[arikihalloween]

Pantheon AU

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Aka, Welcome to me making up deity designs because why the hell not

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It started with this drawing I made of a Julie that I call Moon Deity

And people on twitter have been eating that up so I've felt some motivation to continue working on it

Today I'm sharing the 4 first deities I've finished

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Julie Joyful

Deity of the moon and oceans. Do not be fooled by her elegant and beautiful appearance, for she's an energic goddess that will bend bodies of water to her emotional will.

The moon is often associated to calmness, feminity, such things, but I decided to go with an other approach. The moon is small and fast. She turns around the earth every day of the year, and is responsible for the tides. The closer she is, the bigger the tide ! That doesn't sound that much calm to me. In this AU Julie appears calm only because Sally insist that she has to dress "regal" for their very important deity jobs. Isn't that silly ?

Julie will have alternate outfits depending on the activity she wants to do at any given moment, switching from pants to dress !

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Sally Starlet

Deity of the Sun, stars and fire, she is the calm one, most of the time. Warm, but also a little stuck up sometimes, Sally likes when things are in order and go her way. She sees their deity roles as important ! The fiery goddess also gives her blessings in the arts, especially theater art which she favors

The sun doesn't move as much as the moon, but it is big and powerful and at the center of our solar system. I like the idea of reversing roles a little, having the sun being the calm one for once

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Home

The deity of death is a kind and compassionate fellow. He doesn't talk much, but listens very well, and will help souls pass to their afterlife with all the compassion in the world. He is also the patron of living spaces, as he wants to make sure beings live well, safe, sound and happy, before he comes to take them away.

I like it when death deities aren't cruel but instead very kind and comforting. Home will have a lot of little helpers ! Although, note that Home is the deity of death as in he's the reaper. There is other deities ruling over the concept of death ! Home is more of a psychopomp in this AU ( psychopomps are the "reaper" deities. It includes Valkyries, Ankous, Shinigamis, Grim Reaper, etc)

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Wally Darling

The deity of life ! He creates and gives in abondance, whenever he can. He may not be particularly smart, or doesn't pay that much attention to his creations past their conception and first breath, but he means well and is still learning. He's a fairly new deity, replacing the previous one. Home is there to kindly help guide him to his new duties, along with Barnaby.

He's just a silly trying his best with great powers. Life is pretty mysterious, and not easy. The path is long and full of hardships, after all... but I don't think what gives the first breath of life is cruel for it. Life is still beautiful and should be cherished

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Bonus Appleblossom sketch because this is my self indulgent au so I will put in my ocs, headcanons and fav ships !

[ericvelseb]

An little update to my Welcome Home Spooky Month Au, I decided to change some roles in the au so let's list them:

Skid and Pump: Wally and Y/N

Lila: Frank

Jaune: Julie

Kevin: Howdy

Jack and John: Sally and Barnaby

Patty: Poppy

Bob: Eric (since he's the son so he'll fit the role)

Rick: Eddie

Radford: Latter

Streber: Freddie

The Eyes: Home

Dexter/Happy Fella: Jonesy

Father Gregor: open

Hatzgang: open

Frank: open

Mayor Evermore: open

Ignacio: open

Carmen: Franny

Female actor: Bea

Male actor:

Thin Thief and Fat Thief: Frankie and Grant

Moloch: himself

Susie, Grandpa: open

Lots of characters in spooky month so there are spots open where I need to find some to add (I know some of y'all liked Eddie as Bob but let me know if you want me to switch Eric and Eddie's role)

[sleepymuch]

So I had a Mandela au with welcome home

I'm going to remake it and I switched roles around However I don't have a character for Sarah

So if anyone wants to add an oc for her role then go for it

Anyways here

(Her eyelashes are the same as og)

Here's the list:

Vol.1

Mark heathcliff- Frank

Cesar Torres(the alt too)- Julie

Vol.2

Adam Murry- Wally

Jonah Marshall- Barnaby

Vol. 3

Thatcher Davis- Eddie

Ruth Weaver- Poppy

Vol.4

Sarah Heathcliff- [None]

Evelin Miller- Sally

Dave Lee- Howdy

[blurglesmurfklaine]

NEWSIES UNO REVERSE

I LOVE IT

tell me EVERYTHING

starting questions I have

-what happens to esther, Sarah and mayer in this au

-how does this change les and jack's dynamic of like "cool older kid who's street smart" and "little kid who idolises him"

- what happens, is Jack now the more educated one, is it Jack who has the words to start a strike,

-who leads the manhattan lodging house

-has davey had run ins with Brooklyn before (and what does Jack think of Brooklyn when he becomes a newsie)

-does davey like getting into fights (bc I think especially 92sies David would, but bc of how he's been brought up he dismisses the mere notion and avoids fisticuffs)

ok warning u now I will have more questions later haha

I WELCOME ALL THE QUESTIONS!!! Sorry this is sooooo long but here:

what happens to esther, Sarah and mayer in this au

Oooh I haven’t thought about Sarah yet! But I will tie it in to what happens to the Jacobs parents. Be warned, it is Sad and Tragic.

Mayer tangles with a delivery truck, just like in livesies, but instead of staying at home he leaves the state to find work with family somewhere west. He never comes back. This happens when Davey is about eight. Sarah is a little older, maybe twelve, and Esther is pregnant with Les, who never gets to meet his father. Three years later, Esther falls ill and passes. I imagine Sarah being the oldest and ‘Most promising’ would be sent/taken away to live with an elderly relative, or possibly some sort of home for girls

how does this change les and jack's dynamic of like "cool older kid who's street smart" and "little kid who idolises him"

Well Jack is still Jack, you know? Oh and if you thought he was confident before, just IMAGINE how insufferable he in a world where he had a clean bed and full stomach every day?

I think Les would see him as the cool new “rich” kid who is confident enough to try anything and has all these wonderful stories about growing up in the theatre—which Davey obviously cannot stand bc he believes Les should keep his head on earth

what happens, is Jack now the more educated one, is it Jack who has the words to start a strike

Omg omg ong okay SO I’ve actually been thinking bout this a TON, and although their on roles are switched, they still are the characters they are if that makes sense??? So in my mind, it’s still Davey who has the words and information to start the strike—orphaned or not, this motherfucker READS. Similar to the show though he sort of sparks the idea, and Jack is kind of egging him on which Davey doesn’t understand because Jack HAS a mother, a family, he has so much more to lose

And there is this one scene that has been chewing on my brain and shaking it nonstop like a Rottweiler with a toy. Jack is still very much an artist in this AU, and Davey is the one who escaped from The Refuge.

Post rally apology scene, Jack says he’s talked to Kath and they have an idea—Davey says he just talked to her, too… and Davey isn’t kissing and telling but he doesn’t have to. Jack can tell there’s something (and there’s a lot of internal angst from Jack about this, who is trying to stay cool)

Anyway. The plan involves needing words and art for The Neesies Banner. Kath and Davey’s words, and Jack’s art. So Jack and Davey sit down together, Davey recounting everything he went through at the refuge while Jack draws it.

And then Jack can’t take it anymore and puts his pencil down and Davey’s like “???? Why’d you stop?”

Jack looks at him and just says, “I am so sorry this happened to you” and Davey is taken SO aback because he doesn’t think anyone has ever told him that and they have A Moment and uh oh??? Feelings??? And the moment breaks and they scramble away to the printing press at Pulitzers basement lol

-who leads the manhattan lodging house

Davey, but in a more unassuming way! He’s not so outright about it, and definitely not a big personality. He mostly talks kids out of making stupid decisions, but if they’re stubborn enough (Race) he’s not going to waste his time, because they’ll find out the hard way (Also Race). He’s not even necessarily the “leader” he’s just sort of the oldest and has been there the longest so

-has davey had run ins with Brooklyn before (and what does Jack think of Brooklyn when he becomes a newsie)

Davey has had a run in with Brooklyn through Race. I can see Race getting into a scuffle with Spot and Davey having to intervene. Not sure WHY yet? Maybe Race was selling on Brooklyn turf, maybe he was conning Brooklyn newsies, but I DO know that Davey was Very Annoyed about having to save Race’s ass

-does davey like getting into fights (bc I think especially 92sies David would, but bc of how he's been brought up he dismisses the mere notion and avoids fisticuffs)

Honestly? I don’t think he *likes* it, but he realizes the necessity of it quite early on!

THANK YOU FOR THESE!! They were so fun! 🤩 Anyone anywhere anytime is ALWAYS welcome to ask me about my brainrot newsies AUs lol

[thecluelessdoctor]

Finally made Swap Sally and Eddie's designs

If you couldn't tell, I was running out of ideas for Eddie lmao

Anyway Y SHE SO CUTE??

Star bbg sjbdhshd

[unicorncornflakes]

Wedding Dress - Modern AU! | Chapter 1

Prologue | Next Chapter 

Paring: Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader x Aemond Targaryen.

Summary: You have always seemed happy. A perfect life: a good job, a good family... and a good boyfriend. Finally, you are going to marry Jace after three years of dating. Everything seems perfect, but you know it's not.

Everything falters the same night you meet Aemond Targaryen. You are no longer sure of your decisions... let alone about the wedding...

Tags: Alternate Universe – Modern/ Setting Enemies to Friends to Lovers/ Emotional Hurt/ComfortDrama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.

Author´s note: Hi everyone! English is not my first language, sorry for any mistake! All of them are my fault! Pls, enjoy! Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome!

Word Count: 2.9K

“Rhaenyra told me that today is your Dress Fitting” Daemon was still playing with his squeeze ball. You wondered why he has one. It wasn't like he could stress about anything. He gave you a sidelong glance with a terrible smirk. He continued playing with the toy, squeezed it one again before leaved it on the table. You have worked for him during the last three years, in the same moment that you started to date Jace. And you really knew when something crossed his head. And that time was going to be one of those times he wanted to be like a father for you. After your premature parents’ passing, he softness with you. It was an easier work then, but not fair if you compared yourself with the rest of the workers. However, Daemon didn’t care about what the others said, and you continued with your privileges in that editorial.

“Yeah, today It is” You smiled looking down. Your hands wrapped your bag just ready to leaving after a long day of job. You were a publisher at Daemon´s editorial. After you finished your degree in High Valyrian philology, you started to work there by Jace´s recommendation. It was a good job and it that moment you were revising a manuscript written by Daemon himself. For that reason, you spent most of your working day with him. However, you knew that he didn’t need a publisher for that. He was the senior editor. It was only a way for him to teach you the functions of his role there. He never said it out aloud, but, and only maybe, he wanted to allow his place to you in the correct moment. “I will pick this and I will continue at home” You smiled at him, catching the big manuscript.

“You don’t look excited” He commented, starting to play with his chair. You looked at him confused “By your Dress Fitting, I mean” He reclined in his chair. His condescended tone always affected your nerves. Your gaze met his; he knew in that moment that everything was not as fine as usual.

“Oh! Of course I am! It´s just a have a lot of work and…” You exclaimed, but your tone didn’t sound convince. You haven’t thought too much about the dress fitting these days. Not since what happened last weekend. Well, actually you only spent your time working and working, just not to thinking. Jace was on a business trip, so you have tried to stay calm. That was all. Your thoughts hardly encountered visions of that night. Well… not really… you tried to pretend that everything was right, but your mind couldn’t stop thinking about that guy… And, your brain started just to think about it. And the Dress Fitting didn’t help, You only felt guiltier.

“Really?” He asked raising one eyebrow “I´ve read your last chapter” At least, the topic had been switched. Yeah, the chapter. You had had been writing a book for the last three years. You really loved talk about that, and your last writing was sent as always on the Saturday night to your favorite publisher.

“Did you like it?” You smiled, forgetting all about Jace, that guy, the dress, the wedding… Normally, he never told to you anything about your writings. If he didn’t tell you anything, it was bad, really bad, so the both of you didn’t speak about the matter and you rewrited the chapter again to be sent the next week. It was your play, and you really appreciated that. It was enough living with your old grandmother and her bad mood.

“Yes, actually a lot, much more than the rest of the chapters… Something has changed, right?” He rose from his chair and he served a drink. The whiskey made a little sound when it found the ice in that so expensive glass. He dank it with a sneer “This is a cheap whiskey…”

“I-I…” Words couldn’t leave your lips. No, nothing had changed. Of course not. It was not like you just wrote that chapter after that night, just to stop thinking… Oh, maybe you wrote it after that night. You started to bite your lips, almost eat them… everything was your fault���

“I really liked how much your main character has changed. Before was a regular just guy with a big heart, now is a Cocky bastard who knows what he wants and he gets it” Daemon commented while was watching the now empty bottom glass. Perhaps, the whiskey was cheap, but he never denied one drink.

“I guess” you whispered. Yeah, a cocky bastard, a guy of few words and contained rage, just like…

“Rhaenyra would kill me if she knows that I´m telling you this, but…” Daemon´s voice waked you from your thought. Your eyes met his again, they show a tremendous sadness, mixed with guilty “Keep sleeping with the new one. It will be a great book if you do, much better than before”

“I´m not cheating on Jace” You tried to sound plausible, but that just made Daemon laugh out loud. You blushed so hard.

“Yeah… and I´ve never cheated on Rhaenyra… All of us have little dirty secrets, (Y/N), and if you don’t want to share it is perfect. However, try harder to be discreet” His tone was hard but confident. His laugh stopped and his eyes were on you. He really appreciated you, maybe like none did those days. He had never been a confidant for you, but with the entire wedding situation, he became a friend. At least, he was the only one who didn’t speak about it all the time “Anyways, I really liked it. Right now, I´m thinking to publish it” He said sincerely.

“W-what?” You couldn’t believe what was happening. He wanted to publish it. After years of hard work, he wanted to publish it. Your baby, your dream… For you, the book was more important than the wedding, then everything actually. You never said it out loud, but it was true.

“It´s the first time in three years that I really enjoyed something that you wrote” He walked to the door of his bureau and he turned to see you. It was a way to good bay like usual. Although, that day, it tasted bitter “And Don’t marry Jace, (Y/N). He deserves more, you deserve more. You will not be happy” He sighed while the door was opened “Have a good Dress Fitting” He wished you while you fled from there. You didn´t know what to think about that conversation. Maybe Daemon was as right as Alara.  

 Aemond rubbed his face jaded and tired. If that stupid power point had another slide, he would kill someone… and there it was another slide. All numbers, all graphics, all this accompanied by the irritating voice of Luke. Aegon was not better than him, looking to the ceiling of the office, ignoring to his nephew.

“So, in conclusion: We are fucked” Aegon made a perfect summary of the situation. Aemond would never told that, but ‘thanks, brother. You summarized all that stupid power point’. He started to laugh like a maniac “Unbelievable”. All the council remained in silence. Aemond get up from his chair and opened the window, he leant on it. “Even Aemond is going to throw himself by the window, and he is the clever one”

“I´m going to smoke” It was his only reply. With a cigarette between his lips, he lit it after he took out his Zippo of his pants pocket. “But, yeah, we are simply fucked” He expelled the smoke quickly, past a deep puff.

“No, if Jace gets the new contract…” Joffrey strated to speak only to be silenced by his older uncle.

“So, Do I have to sell the lamborghini?” Aegon bit his lip anxiously. His younger brother rolled his eye.

“I love your priorities, brother” Aemond patted his shoulder. The one-eye guy looked around to all attendees on that meeting: Luke continued with his slides, looking at his computer screen, Joffrey looked at him with a sneer. Corlys stared at her hands as she fiddled with them on the table, completely ignoring him. Tyland, the treasurer, was counting on a worn piece of paper... Aemond took another drag and blew smoke through his nose, looking at them all arrogantly. “We must to think in a B plan”

“And C, D, E, F…” Aegon added desperately. He was the one who was most concerned, and not for the possible fall of the company, but for the potential loss of his comfortable lifestyle.

“I trust Jace. He will get it. I´m sure” Corlys broke his silence, in a veiled threat to the youngest of the Targaryens present in the room. After all, he was the "grandfather" of those boys.

“We are in this situation because of the perfect and glorious administration of the Strong boys” Aemond informed him. This situation was like always… and he was getting angry about it.

“Velaryons” Corlys corrected him with a grim face.

“Oh, I almost forgot it” Aemond mocked still his cigarette in his lips.

“Faith is wonderful, but now we need something more realistic” Tyland Lannister broke his silence, looking at Corlys. “I suggest we listen to Aemond's proposal”

Aemond looked at them with supremacy and arrogance. It was his moment. But at that precise moment, everything went to shit again. Luke spoke quickly after looking at the screen of his phone "Jace has done it, we have closed the contract" he informed with a smile. All attendees breathed relief. Even Aegon seemed like a different person now, everyone but Aemond. Again, insulted and beaten by those brats.

“Perfect, let´s to have lunch, I´m starving” Aegon said happily leaving the office in a quick movement. Corlys and other assitans approached Luke and Joffrey to speak with them. And Aemond was forgotten newly. He only sighed.

“You know that this is not the final solution” Tyland whispered him while he was picking all his calculus books up. “We have to think long term”

“Well, it looks like it doesn’t matter” Aemond mouthed.

“Can we go to lunch tomorrow? We will be able to speak up…” Tyland asked him… and He only nodded.

“Just text me the place and hour” Aemond whispered in a arrogant tone, and left the room. He had had enough of those assholes for one day.

 He looked out the large window of his office. It had been a shitty week, and the city remained unalterable. The same sky, the same fucking perfect frame… like an ideal movie, where everything ends great. But, this was not the same situation for Aemond. He stood in front of the window, arms behind his back. Discipline was everything, and yet the strong boys got it all done without it. He only felt anger in that moment; however, his face was stoic. This whole situation about the bankruptcy of the family business was bringing him upside down. The new contract was just a bandage for a wound that was bleeding her dry. He had to do something. But, a small part of his mind reminded him of the girl from the bar. He regretted that she hadn't sucked him off with those pretty red lips. He regretted not messing with her in the shower, maybe that way she wouldn't have seen that bloody message that made her get out of. He regretted that she had not even wanted his number…

“Mom is going to text you” Aegon´s voice snapped him back to reality. Aemond turned to see Aegon hastily opening the door, closing it with a loud slam behind him. His older brother sited in the chair in front of his office desk. He started to typing really fast in his phone “If she asks you, I have a really busy afternoon at the office” He lied.

“Of course, working hard in some important project in between the legs of one of your whores” Aemond said jaded while he took the seat in front his brother, in his elegant leather chair. “How hard you work!” he exclaimed wryly “What mother wants now?”

“Well, now it´s your problem” Aegon killed himself laughing, waiting the reaction of Aemond for the petition of their mother. His younger brother picked up his phone, which had been remained in the table. At that moment, Aemond opened his one remaining eye in disbelief. One could see how his pupil had shrunk at what he was reading on his phone screen. Aegon couldn't stop laughing, “So… enjoy your wonderful afternoon”

“She must be joking” Aemond muttered to himself, looking for a good excuse in his mind.

“When have you seen mom joking, Aemond?” Aegon replied to the incredulity face of his brother “Daeron has to study, Helaena is not at the city, and I have a lot of work… There is only one available option” He raised his eyebrows with a sly smile. “What she is saying?” he asked trying to read his brother’s screen.

Aemond chuckled “That she knows that I have read the last message. Daeron explained her how works the blue check… Damnit…” He looked at Aegon who can´t help but laughing.

“I will punch Daeron when I arrive home, don´t you worry” he continued smiling like a maniac.

“But, is this true?” Aemond asked, picking his bridge nose with his thumb and his index. Her mother truly was asking him that…

“A Dress Fitting is something really serious, Aemond” Aegon pretended a serious sign in his face, and the he laughed again. Aemond looked at his brother as if he could kill him. He would have actually killed him if he could... Why was it his turn to go to that piece of shit? He was beginning to think that the universe wanted to make fun of him “When you come back, just tell me if she is ugly. If she sleeps with Jace, she can't be very pretty” Aegon stretched out lazily in his chair.

Her mother continued text him. That day Cole couldn't be her driver, his father had decided to go see some friends, and the bodyguard had accompanied him, leaving Alicent without a driver. That day was Jace's fiancée's dress fitting and Alicent wanted to go, in an attempt to win back her friendship with Rhaenyra. And where did Aemond fit into all this? Well, Alicent would go there with Rhaenyra, but then she couldn't bring her home... so "the best one of her children", just as her mother wrote, would go for her once she went to finish the test. Besides, Alicent didn't even ask anymore, it just sounded like an order. It was what Aemond had received after three refusals from his brothers to his mother. He pursed his lips and all he have could type was ‘OK’. ‘And please, try to be nice with OUR family. Love you’ Her mother text him after his reply. He didn´t text her back, only He left the phone at the table again. All his response was “Hmm”.

Aegon knew him, he was going to explode, but he was trying to contain a bigger rage. “I don´t envy you” Aegon looked away from his brother´s gaze. He got up from the chair, a sad smile painted in his face. Aegon and Aemond weren´t the best brothers in the world, but he knew what was happening in his younger brother´s head. He really hated their nephews…And it was understandable: Luke had attacked him as a child, leaving him without one of his eyes, his parents had not denounced him for the good of the 'family', and then there was Jace, who had taken the position within the company for the one Aemond had fought for all his life. Aemond felt like something broken within that set, while the people who had damaged him went on with their lives as if nothing had happened.

“I will tell you if she is ugly. I´m sure that she is” He sneered, lying on his chair. That was his Aemond again. An impertinent smile, a fake self-confidence, a huge ego… his lips curled in a sign of disdain…

“Of course, who if not is going to enjoy that Bastard?” Aegon took a look on his brother. Something was wrong. Aegon knew nothing about the romantic life of his brother but… He has a different gaze, like when he was at high school and started dating Alys. Aegon never was a great brother but in that moment looked to his feet… “Are you seeing someone?” He asked shrugging.

“Why?” Aemond looked at him in disbelief.

“You look pissed off” he replied, as he approached the door. “I will give an advice: Don´t let her play with you, because I know you” It was all, no more words; no need more information, no more brotherly love… He closed the door behind him.

Aemond stared across the window again. His stoic face changed to a shy smile. No, he didn´t know your name, But if asshole Jace was getting married, you'd accompany him to the wedding, wear red, draw all eyes, and he'd be the luckiest man alive… As for Jace's fiancée, that girl was going to find out who’s was he. He had set out to make her cry at her own dress fitting.

[golden-explosions-main]

"Howdy, you already know who I am, so let's stop wasting time and get going," 🌻🎸🌟

(About/Rules below👇)

About: Welcome to Flowey's ask blog! It's a funny thing though, he usually has Frisk (his best friend) by his side when he answers questions, perhaps he feels more comfortable with them by his side? Or perhaps he just needs help with dealing with some the crazier stuff that happens time to time.

They live on the surface together, and both Asgore and Toriel are still divorced but both have shared custody, the teens switch houses every month or so.

Flowey used to go to public school alongside Frisk, but that only lasted nearly three years until a 'bully revenge incident' at 12 years old that got him permanently expelled, ever since then, his mother has been home-schooling him.

At 14 years old, after a very late visit to Alphy's office, he found out that he somehow got his soul back, however it's tinier than it used to be and malformed and lopsided, it also causes him a great deal of physical pain when he experiences strong emotions, he rarely complains though, at least not on the blog.

Proof of said soul. 👇🏻

At 15, he received what they ended up calling a potbot! (created by Alphys) It's a flower pot, but it gives him height, moves around, and has hands! It's not as great as a real body, but it's almost as great. Annnd...not long after that, he lost it in a river and nearly drowned, BUT, after a few months, Alphys gifted him a better one, and it's the one he still uses now. The potbot! (I'm really proud of this thing) 👇🏻

At 16, an Anon temporarily gave Chara their body back and it was revealed that not only has Chara been following their brother for years, but they were also the one responsible for returning his soul to him. They've been keeping in contact as best as they could ever since then.

Also at 16, Flowey and Frisk met a haunted creature who they call ??? or the Doctor (created by Complex) an Amalgamate from another timeline. The Doctor is a powerful mad scientist, who had long ago done something unspeakable which resulted in them being an Amalgamation (there have been several big hints as to who they may be), they have been keeping in contact with both of Flowey and Frisk ever since their introduction, donating their burned black book to Frisk, watching the two teen's lives from afar, the Doctor also seems to have VERY big plans for Suzy (from Undertale and not quite Deltarune(?)

Due to his anxiety, depression, self-hatred and trauma from his childhood and from being a literal soulless murderer, Flowey struggles to make plans for his future, but the love from the people in his life and his hobbies keep him afloat day by day.

Fun fact: Flowey has a surprisingly good relationship with his parents and even more so with his father.

Fun fact 2: He considers Frisk, Chara, Papyrus, and Monster Kid his best friends, with Frisk being his Number One Best Friend Who Is Alive. And being Chara is his Number One Best Friend Who Is Undead.

Most important fact: They live the Sunshine Route timeline or the Sunshine Route AU, it was born from my fanfic series, Growing Pains, which is where the Frisk, Flowey, and River Person blogs are very loosely based on.

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Rules:

Aside from the occasional swearing and harsh language, I consider this blog to be...fairly SFW, and I'd very much prefer to keep it that way, I'll let you know if I don't like something.

Flowey is very protective of his timeline, he considers himself lucky, so if it or his loved ones are threatened in anyway, he will make threats and be very mean, his bark can be just as bad as his bite, so be careful if you're sensitive to that sort of thing.

I usually prefer to keep things simple for my sanity; and prefer to have the role plays be one on one, so unless you have a very good idea or want to do something helpful, please don't ask to join.

I also prefer to keep things light and funny, something to cheer myself and others up, but I'll allow depressing and dark things to happen if it's well written.

That's it, have a good one!

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

Hello, folks, welcome. I write Baldur's Gate 3 fanfiction sometimes. If you're interested, check them out :)

You can read them here (see list below) or on AO3

UPCOMING FICS

A beacon of hope (soon)

I once read a book... (soon)

Vengeful Grief (soon)

Sharing is caring (soon)

A surprise for Tav (soon)

Forget me not (soon)

Fate spins along as it should (soon)

MASTERLIST BY SERIES (newest to oldest)

Bon appétit

[Astarion/Gale]

It's 2 a.m., Gale's tired and wants some food. Astarion, the cute barista/waiter at the Emerald Grove knows how to sate his cravings.

Trigger warning (18+): Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, No Magic, No Vampire, No Wizard, Graphic Description of Sex, Smut, Anal Sex, Cum Eating, Cum Feeding, Fellatio, Fingering, Rimming, Unrealistic Refractory Period, Food Puns, Food Porn, Cheesy Dialog (Pun intended), Improvised Lube & Sex toys (don't try this at home kids), Gale is tired and hungry (literally), Astarion eats Gale (figuratively), Waiter Astarion, Professor Gale, Slight Angst, Feels, Panic Attacks, Felching, Semi-Public Sex, Frottage, Past Abuse, Mentioning of Past Addiction, Face-fucking, Role-play Breeding, Vomiting, Negative Self-talk, Blowjob, Handjob, Thigh-fucking, Gale's Creaking Knees, Depraved Carnal Lust

On AO3

Confusing Cruising [COMPLETED]

[Astarion/Gale]

Astarion's pissed - seething with rage, really - since his abusive ex-boyfriend/boss/most influential lawyer in Baldur's Gate had taken everything from him. So, naturally, he self-medicates by drowning himself in work and running on the treadmill. While at the gym, he sees a cute guy and decides to have some fun. Nothing serious, of course... And Astarion's fucked.

Trigger warning (18+): Alternative Universe - Modern Setting, No Magic, No Vampire, No Wizard, Graphic Description of Sex, Smut, Anal Sex, Anilingus, Fingering, Rimming, Switching, Cum Eating, Past Abuse, PTSD, Unhealthy Anger Management, Food Aversion, Gale's Low Self-Esteem, Exercise instead of Therapy (don't try this at home, kids), (Failed) Cruising, Car Sex (Author strongly advises against this irl) Hand Creme as Lube (Don't try this at home kids), Dissociation, Lawyer!Astarion, Professor!Gale

On AO3

Sweet Little Treats [COMPLETED]

The tadpoled adventurers meet Harleep, and it goes a little different than expected...

Warnings: graphic description of sex, M/M, F/F, M/F, switching, orgy, incubus sex magic, spell-bound, non-consensual sex, Depraved Carnal Lust, Gale's creaking knees

On tumblr

On AO3

Cock: Lost and Found [COMPLETED]

Karlach lost her cock. Chaos breaks out.

Warnings: crack, dumb & silly, idk wtf this is but here you go

On tumblr

On AO3

Lavender and Starflower (Mobster AU [COMPLETED]

[Astarion/Gale]

The Dekarios Clan reigns over Waterdeep as the city’s protector for centuries. Suddenly, the Clan gets challenged by Cazador, the head of the Szarr Clan that rules over Baldur’s Gate. Of course, such an attack won’t be tolerated and the intruder must be forced back and out of the City of Splendors. While fixing destroyed protection sigils, Gale, wizard prodigy and heir of the Dekarios Clan, meets a charming stranger called Astarion. And Gale makes the biggest mistake of his life; he invites the pale elf into his home.

Trigger warning (18+): graphic description of sex, graphic description of violence and torture, non-con/rape, derogatory language, dissociation, smut, gore, vomiting, angst, emotional rollercoaster, claustrophobia, PTSD responses, panic attack, Mobster AU

On AO3

Tav & her merry little bunch of weirdos

[fem!Tav/Astarion, fem!Tav/Gale, fem!Tav/Halsin, fem!Tav/Shadowheart, Astarion/Gale, fem!Tav/Multi]

Sex, love, and... feelings? The adventures of Tav and her merry little bunch of weirdos during and after the events of 'Baldur's Gate 3'.

Trigger warning (18+): graphic description of sex, smut, fluff, the feels, character study

On AO3

Hear my pleas [COMPLETED]

[Astarion/Gale]

This one’s different from my usual fics and set in an alternative universe where all the worst-case scenario outcomes had happened (set post BG3):

Astarion has ascended, his vampire spawn lover Tav, a Bhaalspawn, is dead, Gale reached godhood, Shadowheart was killed by her Sharran kin, Karlach's beheaded for the sword of Tyr, Wyll and Halsin are dead along with the tieflings and the grove, Lae'zel and Minthara had been killed in the last battle against the Netherbrain.

Astarion's lonely and tired. He has no one. Thus, in his desperation, he builds an altar for the God of Ambition and prays to him despite not expecting an answer. – His prayers are heard though.

Trigger warning (18+): graphic description of sex, smut, angst, anilingus, anal sex, nonconsensual blood drinking, blood, biting, cum-eating, choking, dom/sub power dynamic, derogatory language, dubious consent, fellatio, face-fucking, violence, vomiting, spanking, sprinkle of praise kink, these men have trauma, character study, emotional rollercoaster, happy ending (I wouldn't stand it otherwise), unnamed Tav, they/them pronounce for Tav, original character, OC, post-canon

On tumblr

On AO3

Deep like water [COMPLETED]

Prequel of our favourite nerdy wizard Gale. The story's about his life before the game, how he was groomed by a literal goddess, and how he was praised and put under pressure as a 'gifted' kid.

Trigger warnings: angst, depression, life crisis, graphic description of evil magic that tries to consume the human body, teenage smut, masturbation

Chapter 1: Before Mystra

Chapter 2: Becoming Mystra's

Chapter 3: Impressing Mystra

Chapter 4: Punished by Mystra

Chapter 5: Letting go of Mystra

On AO3

Baby, the stars shine bright [COMPLETED]

Prequel of our favourite and fabulous vampire spawn Astarion. The story's about his life before meeting Cazador, being turned into a vampire spawn, and all the 'pure shit' he went through while being under his master's thumb.

Trigger warnings (18+): angst, canon-typical violence, graphic description of assault, gore & violence, grooming, non-con/rape, psychological horror/terror, torture

Chapter 1: Before Cazador

Chapter 2: Meeting Cazador

Chapter 3: Becoming Cazador's

Chapter 4: Being Cazador's

Chapter 5: Surviving Cazador

Chapter 6: Snatched away from Cazador

On AO3

[chronicbeans]

Random Welcome Home Ideas the Involve Changes to the Show

basically, ideas where the show still exists, but there are changes to it in some way. As in, say, the show's genre or something. Btw IDK if any of these ideas have been done before, my brain is just spewing stuff. The puppets are sentient throughout each of these weird AUs.

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•Welcome Home but it's on a Christian Broadcasting Channel: The show is a children's show about, you guessed it, Christian values and the Bible! Wally is the main character, taking the role of the neighborhood priest who solves the neighbor's problems through holy Christian values and faith. There's a very odd vibe, however, as if something is going horribly wrong or the show is hiding something. Halfway through, Wally realizes that he isn't actually sure if he believes in Christianity, but as a puppet on the show, he's forced to act like he does.

•Welcome Home, but we got a change in production: The show goes on as normal for the first half of the run, but there is a sudden change in production, be it a change in the ownership of Playfellow Studios or something along those lines. For the second half, the show is being written and produced by a cult, which is now leading to the subtle addition of their values and beliefs into the show. The puppets are aware of this sudden change, with all but Wally being concerned. Wally's fine with the change, since his puppeteer was the only one who was fired and switched with a member of the cult.

•Welcome Home, it's Candle Cove: Remember Candle Cove? That Creepypasta where the pirate show appeared as static to adults and had some gruesome moments? Take that, but it is just Welcome Home instead of a pirate show. Welcome Home only appears to children, looks like static to adults, and has some gruesome moments.

•Welcome Home, but it's a children's horror show: A bit like "Are You Afraid of the Dark?" type stuff, where it's made for kids but can get pretty dark. The difference is, kids and parents expect that it is going to be scary. The puppets, however, basically have to live through the horrific events of each episode, remembering everything and knowing full well that more is to come.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Hi, and welcome to the Masterlist of the Fandom Free Bingo ~ Frosty Edition, hosted by @fandom-free-bingo! 💙

On this Masterlist, you'll find all the prompts I've filled along the way, and they will combine angst, fluff and smut. Each one-shot will have its appropriate warnings when necessary.

If you'd like to check my other works, you can find them on my Main Masterlist! For now, I hope you will enjoy the works I've created while participating in the Fandom Free Bingo ~ Frosty Edition! 💙

I do not work with a tag list. If you want to be kept up to date when I post new fanfictions, you can follow @nicoline1998enilocin-library 💙

Card: @fandom-free-bingo || Other graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

|| 🥀 ~ Angst || 💙 ~ Fluff || 🌶️ ~ Smut ||

B1: Dick pic

Night, Night, Nugget! || 🥀 💙 || Bucky Barnes Prompt || B2: Sleepy sex Your nighttime routine may not always be the most conventional when married to an Avenger, but you two have found a way to make it work for your little family. Bucky is often away for missions, which makes the evenings he is home with you and your toddler even more special, and the three of you make them unforgettable each time.

His innocent assistant || Part 2 || 💙 🌶️ || Tony Stark Prompt || B3: "I'm going to kill you." Tony enjoys taking you to his parties as his date since he loves to show off his sweet, innocent assistant to everyone willing to hear about you. This time, however, the party doesn't go entirely to plan as he finds you flirting with none other than the God of Mischief himself, and jealousy takes over his entire being.

Sweet as pie || 💙 🌶️ || Ransom Drysdale Prompt || B4: Ropes You're treating your husband, Ransom, to a beautiful and romantic dinner for your anniversary, but he doesn't know that he is the dessert you've been thinking of all week. You can't wait to sink your teeth into him and tasing every last bit he has to offer you.

Listen || 🥀 💙 || Steve Rogers Prompt || B5: Exes hook up Working together with your ex is already difficult enough, but the fact that you're sleeping in the bedroom next to him isn't much better. Since the two of you have broken up, Steve has brought home many women, and you are starting to lose sleep because they keep making too much noise. When you try to get Steve to stop, the conversation takes an unexpected turn, and you end up in his bed again.

That's My Girl || 🥀 💙 🌶️ || Young!Tony Stark Prompt || I1: Whispered Sweet Nothings You're ringing in the New Year with your entire family; it will be a night to never forget. When your Mom gets the surprise of her life, there won't be a single dry eye in the room. When the fireworks start to slow down, you and Tony can't help but think back to your first New Year's Eve together, and the memories made that evening.

I2: Matchmaking AU

... Who's the fairest of them all? || 🌶️ || Loki Laufeyson Prompt || I3: Voyeur After your last experience in front of your life-size mirror, you switch roles, and Loki happily lets you take the lead. From telling him how to touch himself to showing him how perfect he is as he reaches his highs, he will never get enough of it, and he might just be convinced to switch roles more often.

Handsome Stranger || 💙 🌶️ || Young!Tony Stark Prompt || I4: Roleplaying You weren't sure when Tony brought up this idea the first time, but after a few more talks about it, you finally gave in. That's how you found yourself in the middle of a busy bar, ready to be picked up by your husband. However, to everyone else around you, you look just like a couple of strangers having their first meeting.

I5: Cuddled to sleep

N1: Wrestler AU

N2: Moral Support

A bun in the oven || Part 1 || 🥀 💙 🌶️ || Baker!Tony Stark Prompt || N3: First Ultrasound The relationship between you and Tony has been going steady for a while, and Tony is ready to take the next step in your relationship as he asks you to move in with him and his cat, Oliver. When you find out you're pregnant not long after the move, your relationship takes an unexpected turn, but you and Tony are set on giving your little baby the best life you possibly can.

N4: Fairy AU

On my knees for you || Part 1 || 💙 🌶️ || Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark Prompt || N5: Nipple Play Tony lets you know he's having a long and hard day at the office, so you decide to come over and relieve some of the tension he's been holding onto lately. It just won't be in the way he had expected you to do it.

Can't keep my hands to myself || 💙 🌶️ || Chris Evans ~ RPF Prompt || G1: ''I couldn't sleep'' Chris is staying up late to finish some work, but you're getting restless in your bed. When you go and take a look at how he's doing he gives you an idea you can't refuse, but the outcome won't be what you had expected it to be when you agreed to it.

G2: Price Tag

G3: Professional Chef AU

Warmth || 💙 || Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark Prompt || G4: "Are you feeling better now?" You've been studying for your upcoming exam all day, and you're starting to get a little cold. However, the perfect way to warm up is by touching Tony's warm body, seeing how he's always running warm through the arc reactor. Of course, he's happy to share his warmth with you; he doesn't want you to feel cold.

Never grow up || 💙 || Tony Stark Prompt || G5: Tucking into bed Your beautiful son came home a few hours ago, and now you witness Tony having a sweet moment with him, making your heart beat faster and filling with love like never before.

O1: X plus 1

O2: Teasing 

O3: ''Don't be afraid''

O4: First steps

Spin The Bottle || 💙 🌶️ || Robert Downey Jr. ~ RPF Prompt || O5: "What do you want?" Robert has been your best friend for a few years, and the sexual tension between both of you has only grown stronger. When, after an innocent game of Spin The Bottle, the small, flickering fire officially bursts out into a sea of flames, you experience the most satisfying, gentle, and perfect first time together you could have wished for.

[cutepastelstarsalior]

Going to draw this later but I haven’t seen (or noticed) a lot of Welcome Home AU. (Which is understandable since the fandom is new) But still. I want to make a

✨ role swap au ✨

Wally—-in Frank’s place

Sally—-in Wally’s place

Eddie——Poppy’s

Howdy—-Barnaby’s

Frank—-Howdy’s

Poppy—-Sally’s

Julie——Julie

Barnaby—-Eddie

Edit: I forgot to switch a personality with Julie :(

Some details about the au

Edie and frank still get together, though it a enemies-friends-lovers trope. Since frank thought Eddie was stealing his customer and Eddie thought frank was a jerk

Eddie is a baker and frank runs a type of mom and pop shop/antique store

Wally is swap with frank, he collects spiders and centipedes. He still paints but he paints his bugs and maybe some morbid stuff

Poppy is a retired famous actress! She still acts for the neighborhood and she is Sally’s mentor. Poppy still has anxiety but she mask it with a cold and stubborn personality but she very sweet to her friends. She likes to watch Eddie bake

Sally has really strong connection with the stars and space ;)

Howdy is a circus performer! A tightrope and actorbat; he left the circus after a accidents. He help poppy with her plays.

Barnaby is the mailman! He like to hang out with poppy sometime because she like to hear his jokes they have a San and Toriel type of relationship

Barnaby and Wally are still best friends!

Sally and Julie are best friend! Since sally is in Wally’s space she the shows star (pun intended) she and Julie go on adventures and sally teaches kids about space

Julies is still the same, but with more jokes. She and frank are still best friends

Wally and sally are accidentally creepy together. Their vibes….

Wally still lives in home! But his home isn’t alive; Sally’s is.