#acceleration au

[girl-lostconnection]

Hear me out

Simon brings Johnny home and doesn’t tell him that there’s only one bed.

Simon brings Johnny home and hopes he can just herd both Reader AND Soap in the same bed, kinda tucking them in and plastering himself over them like they are his kittens.

Simon who’s very much unimpressed when Reader announces that she’s gonna take the couch, thinking “bloody hell, I need to get rid of the thing, should have thought about it before trying to get them in the same bed”.

Meanwhile Johnny who feels like murdering Simon and apologising to Reader because NOW she looks at him like he’s actually a dog her partner brought home and is insistent she lets the mutt sleep in their bed.

In the end, Reader snaps that she can get a room at the hotel if Simon doesn’t settle, Simon is growling that it’s her fucking home she’s not going anywhere in the blizzard and Johnny is sipping on his tea and eating the biscuits that Reader keeps adding to his plate.

Simon and Johnny take the bed in the end, she goes on the couch feeling mad and miserable just to wake up sandwiched between these two — Soap’s face in her cleavage, Simon’s back pressed to hers.

Part 1 (of actual AU)

[cubbihue]

Wait, hang on. So is the reason why Timmy is a Pixie right now is because he's not a full fledged fairy yet? How long does it take before he makes that transition?

Nobody's quite sure!! It's been so long since the last taken child, so long since the last successful taken child, that not even the Fairy Council is sure when Timmy can become a fairy. They can't put a specific number on it.

He's a full fledged Pixie though. So, that's something! They suspect he can become a Fairy once his body can handle the same level of magic that a Fairy has.

Or at least until Timmy's completely shed of everything that made him Human. For now, though, he's feeling magic growth pains, and he has two teen gremlins raiding his kitchen.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[gophergal]

TFTober 18 - Headcanon

[ninaichiharas]

amy rose reference sheet.*

this is her design for my friend roko's fan project, sonic acceleration :) UPDATE: added the full transparent splash art and some cute stickers under the read-more! the reference sheet has also been fully extended with emotion references so it's complete now :D

[marshmellowjay]

Sorry for the long wait! Here's the long awaited headcannons!

MCYT react to Neon-Beatboxer Reader

Ft- C!Technoblade, Bench trio, C!Philza, NTT!Brutus/Orpheus, Accelerate Dream Team.

C!Technoblade

Now he doesnt really get it at first, like why so...neon

Like in regular daylight it kinda looks strange but then he saw you at night and was like "ohhhhh ok"

He honestly loves the style and is down with dying his hair again to make it glow in the dark, it'll just take alot of convincing lol.

The beat-boxing part though.

He is all for it. Loves the competitions and there is a really reaallly slim chance of him joining in. Never zero though so you test your luck ALOT.

Graffiti is his favorite part over all.

He loves the designs and colors. He may even let you graffiti his builds a bit if you beg enough.

So overall he loves the aspect of it all and would try it out himself sometime.

10/10 he loves it.

Bench Trio

They love your clothes like they think you are so cool. New role model acquired!

If you do underground secret (maybe illegal) Beat-boxing championships they will BEG you to go!

Especially Tommy.

Now if you do cave in then they will again beg you to dress them up appropriately for the championship, neon body paint, glow up eye contacts, temporary glow up hair dye and all the glow up clothes! Maybe even some glow up graffiti paint cans.

They are so hyped during the whole thing! Especially if you are in the championship!

They cheer the loudest for sure!

If you let them do graffiti for a bit afterwords they are gonna be so excited! signing their twitch/youtube names and all.

Be prepared for Tommy to tell sbi though and being a babysitter the whole time lol

9/10

C!Philza

You already know the drill with dadza.

He goes full parent mode making sure the body paint and hair dye isnt lethal and making sure you stay out of trouble.

But other then that hes chill.

No he wont dye his hair but he will entertain your ideas by painting his nails glow in the dark green and putting on glow body paint on his hands.

Best know he will show up to every championship ship to make sure you stay safe but he does enjoy it non the less.

He does have sensitive eyes though so he wont stick around for to long but he will be there most of the time.

If he can't make it he'll just send one of the sbi to watch you. (never tommy though, hes learned the hard way)

9/10 hes chill

NTT!Brutus/Orpheus

The moment you guys started getting along is the moment he knew you would rope him into something like this.

He does like it dont get him wrong, he even drags his band members to the championships and does all the get up. He does like to use the getup as an excuse to cosplay himself though.

His scars are is neon and glowing.

He even adds the pink hair strip. He blends right in with the crowd lol

but he is responsible and makes sure you are alright and he is the getaway driver when the feds show up to crash all the fun.

He loves your style and is shocked to find out your hair dye isnt temporary

he also thinks your beat-boxing is really cool and fun.

10/10 best getaway driver ever

Accelerate! Dream Team

They LOVE your style so much!

They also ADORE your car. (which is neon (f/c) and glows)

You obviously met at a race so they were really hyped when they saw a new competitor/racer

After the race they had went up to your car and knocked on the window to try and greet you.

When you got out of the car they were flabbergasted by your style, you were in full outfit ready to go to your underground championship. Glowing hair,body paint eye contacts outfit and all.

They immediatly knew they needed to go where-ever you were going so they introduced themselves and asked where you were heading, you took them to the championship and they loved it!

Sapnap got bodypaint that made him look like he had lava all over.

Dream just stuck with the green glow eye contacts

while george did the glow up nail polish and blue splotches of body paint on his face and the rest is history.

Sapnap definitely joins in on the beat-boxing championship though lol

11/10

[infinitygalaxy]

here TFA ultra Magnus x bumblebee accelerate AU fanart and cheerleader bumblebee and racer ultra Magnus

[majimasleftasscheek]

🔞 NSFW // monster!au tigerfish 🐯🎏 scratching, knotting, belly bulge

I missed Saejima's bday so here's a lil something to make up for it 🙏

poipiku // pw: balls

[melrows]

I'm a professional astronomer who uses almost exclusively JWST data, and today I used JWST's Exposure Time Calculator for the first time. But it wasn't to plan my observations. It was to plan a hypothetical observation in the Project Hail Mary universe to calculate when they'd be able to see the rocket flares from the beetles.

[fucked-shrimp]

hear me out; accelerate au with marauders ships. jegulus? yes. rosekiller? certainly. wolfstar??? inject it into my veins. (if someone could make this happen i would kiss them no joke)

[surging-eyes-seeing-through]

For murderpollo

I do find it a little funny how one moment the two of you can have a okay conversation and then the next you’re back to punching each other

You don’t live near anyone else do you? Because I’d be a little concerned if someone puts in a noise complaint if you do

"Hey, it... it isn't my fault this keeps happening!"

[He is exactly half of the problem.]

"And... they're used to yelling. So... it's the usual. Maybe... a little more, uh... 'spirited' than usual, but... still normal."

[girl-lostconnection]

Acceleration AU (part 1)

Part 2

Warnings: plus size!fem!Reader, hints of pressure therapy, insecurities, swearing, Reader has abusive mom, mentions of abuse, Reader and Simon won’t talk to save their lives, only mention of Soap in this chapter

It’s supposed to be just another Christmas when everything changes.

You are not the biggest fan of changes, they rarely bring you (or Simon for that matter) something to be really happy about.

Therapist tells you it’s a defence mechanism, your need to feel that everything is the same otherwise it’s unpredictable, it’s out of your control and you don’t know what’s going to happen.

You don’t like not knowing things.

Makes you antsy, makes anxiety coil in your belly like rose bush, just growing and growing until thorns have no other place to dig in but your insides.

Simon doesn’t judge you for that, not when he has a slight (though how much is slight in terms of mental health) paranoia, possessive streak and need to oversee every bloody process or he starts vibrating with tension.

Simon grows up to be a bloody behemoth of a man — huge, broad and heavy. Bicep the size of your head. Midriff too thick to wrap both hands around it.

You shoot up in couple sizes as well, still broad shouldered, hips wider, thighs thicker, palms smaller than Simon’s but pack the same heavy smack he has.

Comes with the territory, in a way.

Can’t be defenceless in a city like Manchester when nightlife is never kind to a girl and strangers are all too eager to take advantage of a lonely bird on her way home.

Simon rumbles that you are “bloody perfect”, dropping his blond head in your lap on a usual movie night or laying on top of you without the fear of crushing under his weight.

Your hands around him comforting presence — softer underside of biceps cushioning against his shoulder blades.

“Bloody bliss. ‘m snug like a bug in a rug”, he mumbles, eyes closed and whole body limp — melting into yours, soaking up all the warmth and affection you so freely give.

“Am I a rug?”, you chuckle, eyes half lidded and soft, knuckles rubbing the tender point between his shoulder blades. Scratching him like he’s a big dog.

Simon reminds you these classical breeds of guard dogs people in rural areas use to protect their livestock and homes.

Great Pyrenees, were they?

Big, heavy, entirely unbothered by anything but the task at hand and very much blond — hair curling from moisture in the air and hot mist of the shower.

“You’r a blessing, luv”, Simon finally hums out, half way asleep, nose nudging your jaw up so he can properly nuzzle in your neck, your scent comforting him in a way he’s not sure he can explain. “ ‘m gonna sleep. Too tired. You’r okay?”

You hum, palm splaying over his back, just pressing it there so he can feel it, warm presence of it tearing out a satisfied “mm” from Simon.

It’s a routine at this point, something something regulation for him and you. You swap on regular basis, because sometimes you just need to be close to him and he needs someone’s weight to press him in the couch, enveloping him.

Not easy to be Simon’s personal blanket or a big spoon but you proud yourself on doing a pretty good job. The best one if you are to believe Simon himself.

You hum in return to his sound, your own hum soothing a scratching beast inside of Ghost’s head, mutt finally laying it’s big head on front paws and closing it’s eyes. Sometimes Simon wonders how’s so you are able to do just that.

When he can’t.

Maybe that’s what changed somewhere along the way. Maybe he just doesn’t need you as much anymore.

A traitorous childish part of you sometimes thinks that a lot of things were easier when you two were kids.

Both you and Simon — wide-eyed and yet unscarred, biggest scrapes on your bodies from face planting on the pavement after wearing sandals on the wrong legs.

It’s part you never share with Simon because it isn’t fair. Because the older you became the worse things at home were. The screaming, the pain, the bruises and tears. It was bad.

For Simon at times much worse than for you.

At least your mom was careful enough not to leave scars

You can’t miss something that signified hurt and helplessness for him, just because it was easier back then.

You can’t but part of you does.

You were inseparable once, teachers always knew that wherever one of you is they’d find another one.

Joined at the hip, glued to each other’s side, sharing silences and lunches and books and first kisses and secrets.

Time that now feels like honeyed berry of a memory — sugary sweet and popping with colour under your eyelids.

When did it change?

You know that it’s natural for people to grow up and part ways but you and Simon were always together. At home and school, on weekends and holidays.

You left together after graduation, working odd jobs to pay for a tiny apartment with only one bed but really nice bathroom.

Simon shrugs and plops himself on the mattress saying that it’s not gonna be the first time you’ll be sleeping together. Why waste money you don’t have on a thing you don’t really need?

Simon says that if it gets too uncomfortable you’ll save up and by a second one, though it is very unclear where would you even put it. But it’s not uncomfortable and it becomes a new norm for you.

You were always together, intertwined tighter than any friends, closer than family, more long lasting than any relationships.

At times it felt like you two outgrew categories, but then you’d meet people and whilst introducing each other would need to choke out “my friend”.

How do you even tell people that this man is more than friend and more than boyfriend ever been for you?

How do you convey that Simon is family in the same way life long partners are?

How do you explain that Simon is the moon of your skies, that his presence and dark eyes and soft blond lashes and wild crooked grins have effect on you that no one else really has?

You never discussed your relationship, perhaps there simply was no need at the time. Both of you content to be the only permanent people in each other’s lives — the strongest connection. Each other’s priority.

Up until this Christmas.

Up until you get the cryptic “do you wanna celebrate not at home this year?” that makes your brows furrow.

It’s 2 weeks before holidays are going to start, you are wearing Simon’s black sweater and jeans, puff jacket hooked on the crook of your elbow, pressed to your side.

Which now feels like it wasn’t the best idea because it’s too hot, the mall is crowded and it’s warm in a way that December in Manchester has never supposed to feel.

You blame it on people and global warming, while manoeuvring your way to the food court, buying yourself whatever cold soda they have because fucking hell, why is it so hot in here.

Your bags are getting plopped on the seat right next to yours when you stretch out your legs, thick winter boots feeling heavier than usually.

What does he mean by that? You two always celebrated Christmases and birthdays at home. Together.

This way it was less people, less potential triggers and grounds for overstimulation for both of you.

God knows you can’t handle screaming, crowds making you nervous and too hot and Simon coils into tight wound spring when he hears balloons pop or feels people graze against him.

A quick noncommittal “why” is all Simon gets in return.

Just so you receive back “been invited to Glasgow to celebrate. Think you can make it?” and oh wow, someone’s making friends out there.

Simon doesn’t give you any additional information and doesn’t provide any further context probably deciding that there’s nothing more you need to know.

You take a deep breath, staring down the message, fingers drumming against tabletop — sharp tap-tap-tap doing nothing to soothe your climbing agitation.

Why all of a sudden he wants to celebrate it someplace else when you two already have perfectly decorated apartment?

Jesus Christ, you are out here gift shopping!

It takes you entirely three long minutes of typing and deleting the message before you finally send “don’t think I can. But u have fun”.

Your phone pings with a new incoming message so quickly it almost feels like Simon is sitting on the other end, staring down your chat with him, waiting for a response.

“Are u sure, luv? Soap says it will be fun. His family will be there. They are nice”

Fuck no. You don’t do family gatherings. Especially not with strangers and from what you thought you knew — neither does Simon. Too many people that try to touch you, too many sounds, just too warm.

But your eyes zero on the “Soap” and you feel something ugly inside of you raising its head, crack of its vertebras feeling like uncoiling blizzard inside of you.

Who is “Soap” and why is he standing between your usual Christmas plans with Simon?

You force your anger down so hard it almost makes you wince, molars aching from how tight your jaws are pressing on each other.

It’s fine. It’s nothing. Simon doesn’t owe you anything, you aren’t a couple after all. Not like you spent the last shit ton of Christmases together.

Not like it was important for you to have it done with him of all people.

So you type out neutral “absolutely. Yk I don’t like crowds. Have fun out there and pass Soap “merry Christmas” from me” which is much longer and much more cordial than you expected from yourself in the heat of a moment.

Especially when the most prominent thought was “tell Soap to go fuck himself and come home, you big bastard, I spent three hours in the bloody mall”.

Good job, now you can get going. After all, there is shopping to be done and Christmas menu to be redone.

If Simon is not coming you are gonna gorge yourself on ginger cookies and have fun.

You are a big girl, you don’t need Simon Riley and his stupid blond lashes.

You don’t need anyone.

NEXT>>

[astrofhobia]

Well- This boy.

I just did it uhh-

[thatsquitepoggers]

Accelerate! Sapnap x Stolen! Reader Hc's

Summery: Accelerate! Sapnap x Reader, but the reader is Dream's ex-girlfriend hc's (Yk, like, in the begining of the story, talking abt them racing over her? yeah, that. Thats you!<3)

Fluff(kinda?) and implied and/or very light smut (Also some rickey bobby refrences, cause it fits so damn well.)

Sapnap had always had his eyes on you. And you have always had your eyes on him, too.

Sure, you loved your boyfriend. But, you loved Sapnap's cock more. And he was just so fucking handsome. How could one resist?

So when the race came, you came out onto the track infront and between their cars, holding the flags in your revealing outfit.

Sapnap was loving every bit of it.

And he raced like his life depened on it. But so did Dream.

So when Sapnap won that race, its easy to say Dream wasnt very pleased.

However, you and Sapnap were extreamly pleased.

Eventually, he came up to you. This is how it went.

"What the fuck?!" Dream says, in disbelif how easy you gave him up and started swooning for his best friend. "Could you atleast act like you still love me?!" He says, looking at you with a 'What the fuck' look.

You sigh, putting your hands on your hips as you walk closer to him with Sapnap's hand on your waist, smirking down at you. "Listen, baby. Im gonna be honest." You say, flipping your hair off your sholder. "You cant race anymore. And i date racers, i date winners." You say, as Dreams 'what the fuck' look turns into just more disbelif and confusion.

"And your not a winner anymore" You say, poking his chest. "Yeah, tell em' baby." Sapnap mumbles with a grin. Dream shoots him a glare before turning back to you.

"So, your just leaving me? Over a fucking race?!" He exclaims. Sapnap chuckles. "Hey dude, wasnt that what the race was all about? Who gets the girl?" He says, smirking and raising an eyebrow. "I mean yeah but-" Sapnap cuts Dream off. "Clay, listen. We're gonna get married, and you can be my best man. How about that?" Sapnap says with a smile. You chuckle, smiling up at Sapnap. "Wha- No!" Dream says, that look of disbelif returning. "Im not gonna be your best man!"

(and the scene goes on for a little while longer. Im just too lazy, lol.)

After all of that drama, you and Sapnap just went about your days together.

You two made out very often, and fucked like bunnies

Its a wonder you havnt gotten pregnant yet, cause hes smart and uses protection or just pulls out.

He coudlnt really tell if he loved you, or just thought you were hot.

but he just passed it off as loving you, but his high lebito outweighs that a bit.

He knew you felt the exact same way, though.

You often attened his races whenever you could, and you ussualy stayed in the passinger seat with your foot on the dashbord, and one hand on the handle above the door, your other hand gripping his sholder.

Also, with you coming to the races, you had to pull him away from the flag girls whenever you wernt the flag girl. He made it a habit of flirting with them, and you always had to pull him away, and glare daggers at the girl(s) he was talking to.

But, all in all, you two are just a couple of horn-balls.<3

Notes: Wooo! My first fic! I hope you liked it. Im fucking begging you to send me requests, im not creative.😭 Just look at the rule page first, please<3

[miz-orque]

It's a continuation of this.

More dumb convos with @dracally3 regarding their oc Crow, Monsoon and Jimmy's new tatt. 😂😂😂

[i3utterflyeffect]

King!Merc and Nightshade being coworkers and not recognizing each other. The others are probably also staying with Mango for the moment because they really miss Alan and he's helping them in his absence. They don't know what Mango's new job is though. I think Mango would probably consider Nightshade to be their favorite coworker despite him being friends with the boss. Anyways, Mango might mention something like "yeah the dad of some kids I met a bit ago that are friends with my kid disappeared so now I'm a single dad of six" and he could respond something like "huh that's around when I got my amnesia... Weird." Neither make the connection though because he's a stick figure. However when the reveal happens Mango would definitely be like "WAIT THEIR DAD WAS HERE THIS ENTIRE TIME???" internally. And then he would be so horrified when victim attacks him then deletes his memories.

YEAH. ABSOLUTE NIGHTMARE. fortunately (for the cg and alan, unfortunately for vic) victim was not expecting this and is getting even more beat up repeatedly. he does kick out king but i mean. good luck getting the staff copy back. just wait until yellow brings out the original staff

[handfulofnickels]

lazy post for tonight lol

anyways here’s Juan missing his bestie 💔

Better posts soon my vruzz 🙏🙏🙏