#activity detected au

[ludolka]

Divine nightmare

[iindig0]

AD! grian

go check out @ludolka 's au I can't get it out of my head

[wren-kitchens]

uh. seven minutes in heaven?

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"what are we?" grian jerks upward in surprise, nearly banging his head on the shelf above him as he looks to joel. despite everything, it's funny. "you- what do you mean?" to his own frustration, joel hesitates. "i- we can't keep doing this." he says eventually, looking at anything but grian. he glances at his hands, which doesn't help matters in the slightest, because he went and painted grian's bloody eye colour on his nails like that was ever a good idea.

completely based on the wonderful comics and fics by @ludolka! i needed to make them kiss </3

"what are we?"

grian jerks upward in surprise, nearly banging his head on the shelf above him as he looks to joel. despite everything, it's funny. "you- what do you mean?"

to his own frustration, joel hesitates. "i- we can't keep doing this." he says eventually, looking at anything but grian. he glances at his hands, which doesn't help matters in the slightest, because he went and painted grian's bloody eye colour on his nails like that was ever a good idea. "we- we make out when we're drunk, we say that's just what people do, and then- then we pretend like it means nothing to paint each other's eye colour on ourselves." he huffs. "so- so what are we?"

for a moment, the sound of the old grandfather clock ticking is the only sound in the room. grian sighs heavily. "i don't- i don't know, joel. i won't even-" he cuts himself off, burying his face in his knees. "i’m sorry."

joel's heart sinks in his chest, and he wishes he'd never even brought it up. it was better, maybe, to have the possibility that his feelings were requited- that something could happen between them. but maybe he should just move on. "right. sorry, i didn't- i should have said something before, i just-"

"said what?" grian looks up so suddenly, joel has to blink. why would that make a difference- wait, does grian not know-

"i-" joel finds his voice failing him, and he can't say he’s too surprised. still, he’s not pleased. "just- how i feel? about- about you?" he still can't even say it.

there's a kind of intensity behind grian's eyes that reminds him uncannily of birdie as he stares at joel. "which- which is?"

"i don't- why are you making me say this?" joel says, heart racing in his chest, though whether it's from panic or flusteredness, he can't quite say. it- grian's eyes are- are nice to look at, alright- don't judge him. 

grian doesn’t let up, doesn't even answer, and joel finds himself stammering out a response regardless. "i want to- to stop pretending that everyone makes out when they’re drunk, or that it's- it's a stupid bad boys thing when we call each other babe- not that you ever did it much." joel's breath is shallow, but he still manages a scoff. "i want to take- take advantage of the fact that we're stuck inside a fucking cupboard because of some ghosts that don't even exist-" he takes a breath. "and i want you to want that too."

grian is still staring at him, but it's different—like all the heat has been completely dissipated, leaving him with what joel can only describe as shock. he- he really hopes that's the good kind of shock. "oh."

joel waits, but nothing else comes. "you- i don't pour my bloody heart and soul out just for you to say oh." he half yells, not sure if he’s angry or just scared. "at least tell me what-"

it takes a second for joel to even realise why he’s not talking anymore, and why he feels like every problem he’s ever had have been solved. and then grian puts a hand on his waist, and joel's eyes flutter shut on instinct, and- oh. grian is kissing him.

and that's just insane, because grian- grian is kissing him. they’re in a random cupboard in a supposedly haunted house, and grian has pulled him in by the collar of his shirt, and is kissing him. why is this happening- how is this happening? joel almost tries to pull away, to ask what on earth is going on, but at the slightest push, grian whines in such a pathetic way that joel suddenly wants nothing more than to kiss him stupid- questions can come later.

their bodies press together, and joel has to relish how good it feels when he’s sober- how he can so easily categorise the sounds he manages to coax from grian, and just how he got him to make them. muscle memory seems to kick in, and joel is running his teeth across grian's lip before he even remembers how often grian would blush and turn away whenever joel bit his own lip, which- god, that has more of a meaning now, doesn’t it?

it occurs to him, vaguely, that they’re not doing a great job of hiding from ghosts in here—after all, grian is being rather loud—but honestly, joel doesn’t think he’s ever given less of a shit about anything. especially when grian breaks away to press a kiss on joel's collarbone, and suddenly, nothing else in the world has ever mattered more than this moment right here. alright- maybe they’re both being loud now, but grian is giggling to himself and joel would do anything to keep him laughing like that. 

grian pulls back a little, and god, is he gorgeous. joel can’t understand what it is that's making grian blush so much, when it occurs to him that- yeah, he’s really just staring at him, isn’t he? "joel- you can'tlook at me like that."

"why not?" joel says, feigning innocence as he glances at grian's lips. he'd like to say it's an intentional tease, but honestly, joel has very little self control right now, and he just really wants to kiss grian again. 

"because i’ve- i’ve spent so long trying to pretend i don’t- don’t love you, and now you’re just- you’re undoing all the work i’ve done!" grian says, running a hand through his hair, and joel can’t help himself- he just has to watch. "you’re- you’re doing it again!"

joel grins, a little dazed. "okay, but- i mean, have you seen yourself?" he reaches a hand up to trace the outline of grian's face. "and i've been- i’ve had to try to ignore that, every bloody day! i’m allowed a bit of staring time."

grian gives a flustered little huff, but he doesn't protest as joel cups his cheek. "you’re an idiot." he says, but the way he’s looking at joel kind of ruins his point. it also is maybe gonna make joel go insane, but that's- that's irrelevant. 

"yeah, but- i mean, i think i heard you say that you love me?" joel grins as grian rolls his eyes- and realises just how well the colour does in fact match with the chipping polish on his nails. "is that- is that right?"

grian leans forward a little, and joel has butterflies. he hums teasingly. "i dunno- not sure i said that, really." before joel has time to prepare, he gives him a quick peck on the lips, clearly proud of himself when he pulls back to see how much joel is undoubtedly blushing. "you’re pretty cute, though." he winks. "i might be convin-"

it's joel's turn to interrupt with a kiss, he decides, and honestly, why haven't they been doing this the whole time? grian melts into him, and joel rubs a thumb across his cheek, and grian bites at his lip like he just knows how much joel has wanted him to do that for fucking months. maybe he does- maybe he’s finally put two and two together and figured out just how much joel has been wanting him all this time. 

"you know," joel says against grian's lips, relishing in the way grian pushes closer as he speaks. "i think the ghost has gone."

"shut the fuck up." grian practically hisses, and joel doesn’t have time to laugh before the gap is once again closed, and all that matters is their hands on one another, skin pressed against skin in the most intoxicating way. joel doesn’t ever want to stop.

unfortunately- he kind of has to, because jimmy has chosen exactly this moment to burst into the stupid cupboard with his stupid camera, and all three of them freeze. 

"uh." jimmy blinks at them, apparently processing. "oh. oh- finally!" he laughs, and joel feels his face burning. "oh my god, you took so long!"

"i don’t know about you babe, but i’m ready to punch him." grian says, far calmer than what joel would expect considering the situation they've found themselves- wait, did he just call him babe?

as joel is losing his mind over this fact, grian has stood up and jimmy has run away, still laughing gleefully. "he’s totally gonna tell lizzie." grian sighs, turning around again. "i- joel? you okay?"

joel clears his throat, doing his best to seem even remotely normal. "yeah- yep, just- all good." he pushes himself to his feet, trying to pretend to himself that he’s not going to be thinking about grian calling him babe for literally the rest of his life. "that- nothing to worry-"

grian gasps, clearly overjoyed about something- yeah, he’s definitely noticed. oh god. "it's 'cause i called you babe, isn’t it?"

"um. no?" joel attempts, knowing his face is beet red. grian cackles in delight, and- y’know, maybe it's worth the embarrassment to see him laugh like that. 

"aw- well, c'mon babe, we've got some ghosts to hunt." grian takes joel's hand, and he can't help the smile that worms its way onto his face. 

joel gives grian's hand a squeeze, and his teasing grin softens into something so incredibly fond, it makes joel's head spin. "ghosts aren't real." grian just scoffs. 

"you’re not real."

[hopelessavian]

I drew @ludolka's activity detected au!

Info + background, reference and alt. Image below the cut!

So, there's some details I wanna talk about. You can't see mumbos, but they're all wearing matching bracelets. I did kinda use a bit of my own designs in this, but it's based on things the original creator told me!

Grians blush, tongue, and line art is all purple, which is a fun detail to me. He has the eye tattoos bc I wanted to incorporate that as well. Mumbo has makeup on, and some piercings bc they looked Cool, and scar has sunflower tattoos and a hold necklace. I couldn't decide on outfits, so I gave scar a sorta "scumbag hippie" look, Grians wearing an old T-shirt and older jeans, and mumbos all dressed up. The background is sorta how I've imagined their apartment, a bit cramped and messy, but they all decorate it so it's a mishmash of styles. Grian put up the string lights!

I think that's all, we're ignoring the hands bc I was struggling with how they'd look. Oh, also, scar is supposed to look slightly monstrous! I will add an image description at a later date lol.

This isn't meant to be ship art, they are roommates uwu (/gen)

[ruelin024]

BAPBAPBAPBAPBAPBAPBAPBAP /silly

>W< ack- *GASP* HEYYYYYY SWITCH!!!! aafaghfcghjednbntbs

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Here a gift, your Detective Dust! ♪(^∇^*)

*There's a faint lazy smile as he looks at you with a soft expression.

╰(*°▽°*)╯ Beeeen a while!! Hope you've been well!

[draconicsparkle]

Yakou upholding the sacred law.

Okay, this is another self indulgent thing that will happen in my Rain Code Borrower Au sometime in the future. Yuma found his new favorite napping location, much to Yakou’s dismay. Don’t get him wrong, he thinks it’s pretty cute and is happy to provide a nice bed. But much like when an animal falls asleep on you, you must not move until they wake up and leave. Which means Yakou is stuck there, and his coffee craving will have to wait.

Thank you so much again to @snivyartjpeg for drawing this! It’s so freaking adorable and I love it so so much!

[mindfulofbrit]

Manjoume is one of those annoying ghost influencers because he wasn't doing well trying to go viral elsewhere.

The Domino Academy Ghost Club likes to explore places reported on Sho's Ghost Sighting Blog to debunk or prove the existance of non-human entities.

For some reason Manjoume has a difficult time recording whenever Haou's around. The footage keeps getting corrupted. Weird.

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Sorry, I didn't want to completely finish this piece but I wanted to share it because Manjoume's face is hilarious, and Tetsu gave me a ton of terrifying anime faces to reference.

He's not pointing at Haou, btw. He's pointing PAST Haou at some creaking or something.

Here's what his face looks like under the effects - his 'shadow look' is not seen outside of camera lenses.

[question-marked]

Eddie before going in for surgery: "Why is Raining Blood by Slayer playing right now?"

[ludolka]

I like it when he’s purple 💜

[ludolka]

Aaa omg I’m going to cry 😭

This is so so beautiful, I love your art so much !! The shading’s so nice, you’re very talented :”0

Thank you so much :”)

AD! grian

go check out @ludolka 's au I can't get it out of my head

[autisticrosewilson]

TMA Excerpt Part 2: Jayrose Edition

Ft. Hunt! Jason, Eye! Rose, dog imagery, suggestive themes, canon typical murder and gore, and a hint of cannibalism as a treat. they're evil and married your honor @perseus-jackass

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Bones crunch under the pressure of his jaws, tender flesh splitting to welcome in his teeth as blood drenches the concrete and his clothes. He'd just washed these yesterday, so at least it's Rose's day for laundry.

The writhing thing beneath him makes an agonized noise as Jason's claws dig into it's soft belly, guts spilling out as Jason rips and tears with wild abandon, lost to the haze of blood and the rushing victory of a successful chase.

The deliberate footsteps become apparent behind him as Rose decides to let him know of her presence. Not that she needs to, he's a Hunter, he smelled her the second she turned the corner of the block. Thick and smokey and almost enough to distract him from the bones he's cleaning with heavy swipes of his tongue.

Almost.

The growl rises in his chest unbidden as she steps close to his kill, but a sharp look and pointed whistle is all it takes to bring him to heel. The noise freezes in his chest abruptly and he straightens his spine like an eager puppy greeting it's owner. He scrambles over to her without bothering to stand, kneeling at her feet with a blood stained grin.

She telegraphs her movements as she reaches towards his face, thumb sliding through the viscera along his jaw briefly before she hooks her pointer finger behind his fully extended canines, playfully tugging at it. He let's her, let's his jaw relax and his shoulders slump forward. Rose rewards him by carding her strong fingers through his hair, unheeding of the gore drying in tacky clumps in his curls.

She clicks her tongue when she reaches the white streaks in his hair. "Should just dye it red at this point." She drawls, smile soft and indulgent, the way one looks at a prized pet whose just knocked over a house plant and rolled around in the soil.

He can't quite speak yet, an almost human noise the closest vocalization he can manage as far down as he is. This is fine, he doesn't need to be present. Rose will take his leash, and he will follow wherever she leads. Let it never be said that he's untrained.

Her now bloody fingers drop to the thick leather collar around his neck, lightly brushing the sparkling eye pendant before backtracking to the ring it dangles from. She tugs once, twice, gentle but firm. "Time to go home." She intones softly.

He nods, only just managing to push himself to his haunches. He towers over her like this, but she leads him easier than even a real dog might allow. A low, constant rumble starts in his throat, getting louder when the finger looped around his collar is replaced by a firm hand in his oversized paws.

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[skitskatdacat63]

Me rewatching True Detective, fully knowing of the fact that I'm incapable of being normal abt anything, and finding myself getting increasingly more insane about it as the days go on: ah look it's consequences of my actions

[ludolka]

Aaa I love it <33 they look so cool !! :D

I especially like the eye tattoos on Grian :0 that’s so creative. And I love all the details and thought you put into this!

I drew @ludolka's activity detected au!

Info + background, reference and alt. Image below the cut!

So, there's some details I wanna talk about. You can't see mumbos, but they're all wearing matching bracelets. I did kinda use a bit of my own designs in this, but it's based on things the original creator told me!

Grians blush, tongue, and line art is all purple, which is a fun detail to me. He has the eye tattoos bc I wanted to incorporate that as well. Mumbo has makeup on, and some piercings bc they looked Cool, and scar has sunflower tattoos and a hold necklace. I couldn't decide on outfits, so I gave scar a sorta "scumbag hippie" look, Grians wearing an old T-shirt and older jeans, and mumbos all dressed up. The background is sorta how I've imagined their apartment, a bit cramped and messy, but they all decorate it so it's a mishmash of styles. Grian put up the string lights!

I think that's all, we're ignoring the hands bc I was struggling with how they'd look. Oh, also, scar is supposed to look slightly monstrous! I will add an image description at a later date lol.

This isn't meant to be ship art, they are roommates uwu (/gen)

[apatheticsunday]

Dead Tired Stalker AU

AKA "Tim Drake is a little obsessive, possessive, and really, really likes his new boyfriend (Danny)" prompt idea!! No non-con, violence, or dead doves. Brief reference to human experimentation.

Inspired by this one post where Tim kept a methodical journal of Danny's resting pulse, body temperature, weaknesses, tracked him literally all the time, and Danny was like *heart-eyes*

I like the idea of Tim's idea of love being completely a bit skewed. He was neglected as a kid and craved attention, affection, being wanted; so, understandably, he assumes that's what other people want, too. He'd only had one boyfriend before. Kon was sarcastic, funny, and sweet, but even he couldn't handle Tim's... staring. The unblinking intensity in those eyes, the hundreds of pictures of himself on Tim's phone, somehow Tim knowing about Kon's conversations and experiences without having been there.

Needless to say, Tim and Kon's relationship ended with a harsh reiteration that most people need boundaries.

So, when Tim meets this very cute messy-haired boy at Gotham-U, he shoves down the instinctive urge to know everything. Mentally captures moments, memorizes them, instead of taking pictures. Shoves earbuds in to avoid listening in on Danny's conversations (oh, his name's Danny, which he overheard when the boy was speaking with the TA).

It's so hard not to obsess, though. Danny is... well, he's haunting. His crystalline eyes make Tim's heart stutter in his chest, chills rising along his arms; he swears there's this aura around Danny that's just utterly compelling. (Stop it, Tim, you'll scare him off.) But Tim can actually be a person sometimes, so he just asks, "Do you want to go out for coffee with me sometime?" And he's psyched when Danny says yes!! (He tries really, really hard not to memorize the fact that Danny likes hot oatmilk chai lattes, uses his left hand to hold his drink, and prefers not to use a coffee sleeve. Does Danny always hold his cups by the lid? Does he prefer- Tim stops himself.)

And Tim is a great boyfriend!! They go on dates (he doesn't avidly stare at the way Danny's eyes sparkle while at Gotham-U's planetarium). Tim learns Danny's favorite music the normal way (he doesn't hack into Danny's Spotify... although he's suddenly found himself listening to an artist named Ember). And Tim has a totally normal album of pictures of his boyfriend on his phone (his burner phone is a different matter entirely, but not even Batman himself could get it unlocked. Tim's got that phone sealed up tighter than the Fortress of Solitude).

Except Tim notices Danny becoming more withdrawn. More tired, dark bags under his eyes and stealing Tim's double espresso (he never does that, it's too bitter for him, why isn't he drinking his oatmilk latte?). Leaning his head on Tim's shoulder during lectures to take naps. And Tim's becoming more frantic the more lethargic Danny becomes.

Maybe he's more like Bruce "Contingency Plan" Wayne than he's willing to admit. Tim sets a hard boundary for himself: I'm just going to Google his symptoms. That's it.

He spends the next 42 hours obsessively researching Danny: hacks into his phone, downloads all his previous location history, texts, calls, background checks everybody Danny's been in contact with. Re-traces his steps down to the minute, finds all his Google searches, activates Danny's laptop webcam. He's determined to find out what's wrong with his boyfriend.

And because Tim is Red Robin, who literally became part of the Batfam because of his stalking tendencies and is one of the greatest detectives since Batman, he finds out. He finds out that Danny Fenton is one Phantom, a vigilante from Amity; finds obscure clips of newspapers mentioning a young boy's tragic death, discovers the GIW, uncovers classified information containing metahuman experimentation (let's say he doesn't quite know about Ghosts, but Metas are close enough).

Somehow, he makes a connection between ectoplasm and the Lazarus Pit (maybe not necessarily the right connection, but something-adjacent). After all, Jason was resurrected via "Evil Baja Blast" and Ra's al Ghul used it to make himself immortal. It would make sense that the GIW could sample Lazarus Pit water and use it to experiment on metahumans. So... Does Danny just need more Lazarus Pit water?

Cue Tim making use of the Drake and Wayne family wealth to literally overnight mason jars full of Lazarus water. Ra's al Ghul has no idea how it happened. He tests the reaction of Danny's DNA and the Lazarus water only to realize he was right. (Lazarus Pit waters are just excessively concentrated ambient ectoplasm, I guess?)

Tim does what any good boyfriend would do and spikes Danny's oatmilk lattes with Lazarus Pit water. And it helps. Danny is suddenly so much more energetic, there's that glittering shine to his eyes, and he looks so much healthier. Happier. Tim can't stop staring at him. If anything, he stares more, tries to memorize every angle of his boyfriend's face; he collects more candid pictures than before, always catching the gentle curl of Danny's lips when he's distracted; doesn't disengage the tracking apps or phone mirroring software.

He's just happy that his boyfriend is feeling better, more like himself. It's just a perk that Danny doesn't know about Tim's minor stalking tendencies.

(Danny absolutely knows.)

[azidoazide-art]

oc doodles from this month, featuring a New Guy

i've made like 5 AUs for the night terrors already...i just like putting them in situations

[ludolka]

Will Wood - Laplace’s Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!)