#alternative au

[remirtillo]

headcannon they both listen to vocaloid songs

(feat dad scott and drunk uncle wolvie)

[ex-umbra-art]

Commission for thenewteal on x/twitter for their cowboy au fanfic on ao3!

[kellouko]

So I was digging at my old files and I found a Christmas short story that I wrote long ago but never post anywhere (don’t even ask why 😂). So that gave me the inspiration to wrote a short story - based on this one - in the spy x family universe.

The story is going to be 4 chapters and I am planning to publish the first chapter near Christmas (don’t know the exact date right no but we will see I guess).

Let me know your thoughts. Should I give it a try, although I am sucking at writing fluff? 😂

UPDATE: Prologue is up ❤️

[c0stiffen]

Circus AU Save me Circus AU

although I honestly think I'll change this to a carnival, BUT GIACOMO DESIGN IS MY FAVORITE…. ah yes scar bc is something usual in my Adult!Giacomo designs

He’s 22 btw

Arven needs a Redesign… LOOK I MADE THEM TINY TOO

[mechanikall]

They're going to see a movie. :o)

[chibidjely]

I finally finished the first drawing of my Demon Slayer and Monster Hunter Stories AU.

Since this is my first time drawing Monster Hunter monsters, in this case the rathalos, I used an official photo from the game series as a reference

Here is the first character, Tanjiro and his Rathalos, I hope you like it

[connor-sent-by-cyberlife]

Secrets

Historical/Royal Hankcon AU?

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[0rosesdeathroses0]

I can’t think of any meaningful caption. It just ragnvaldr going cray cray and eating Enki.

[pheloniaaa]

Turles is thinking “This damn boy just dyed his hair, he's quite a rebel.”

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Little scene from the idea I had before about a wall separating the characters. In and out of a dome.

Let me know what you think.

***

Lily couldn't sleep. She couldn't stop feeling that something was missing. That something was wrong. Maybe it was the dead parents that she couldn't remember well. Or the idea that she was alone even when she was surrounded by a lot of friends at Hogwarts.

All the people that was here had lost something. They were victims of the attack that the savages had made. Now they were comfortable in the castle. It had become a refuge for many people after the war. But not quite, outside the barrier, Lily was scared of the remaining savages that were thirst to kill her. To kill all of them.

"You haven't seen the horrible things I've seen there, Lily" Severus had told her.

Severus, like many other volunteers, were guards that protected wizards from the savages out there. Severus did save Lily the night her parents were killed. She barely remembered but she was grateful towards him.

Sometimes, though, Lily wanted to see what was out there. Something in her heart told her that someone was waiting for her. Maybe she was bonkers.

Lily sat up, giving up on her attempt to sleep. She saw Marlene sleeping in the bed next to her. She was whispering again.

"No... Please... Don't kill me..."

Poor girl.

What happened to Marlene was unknown. She had recently arrived. She was the new girl. Probably savages killed someone she loved. Maybe her parents.

They were all orphans anyway.

Lily couldn't believe that she had felt threathened by Marlene's beauty. Lily used to be the queen bee of her last magical school. She remembered she used to have everything. Money, beauty, friends, boyfriends... Things had changed a lot since the accident.

She felt empty all the time.

Lily couldn't stand the weird feeling inside of her. She needed to go out. She needed to think.

****

She's in there. James thought. His heart told him that Lily was inside that barrier. The wall was high and a magic barrier created a dome around the castle.

It was funny how Hogwarts used to be his home. Their home. Now death eaters controlled it.

They had taken everything away from James. His friends Peter and Marlene. His best friend Sirius. And his girlfriend Lily. God his beautiful Lily.

James's fist wrapped around the necklace on his neck where his engagement ring was. Lily and him were going to get married. Despite the potential war, they were so happy.

James knew inside his heart that all of them were inside.

"I rounded the perimeter and no sign of guards" Remus whispered getting James out of his thoughts.

James looked at his friend. Pale, skinny, with bags under his eyes. Beard growing. Dirty with ripped clothes. James was the same. They barely had a roof these days.

James had depended on magic and money his whole life. Now, he had none. They didn't know if their powers were dormat or gone.

Now, they were hiding behind some bushes. It had been months of inspecting this wall and a way inside. James was sure they were all inside.

"Good" James whispered back "Then I'll get closer"

Remus touched his arm "They are probably waiting for you inside. It is too dangerous"

"Moony" James said and Remus flinched. They hadn't used the nicknames in a while "If I have the possibility, I need to see what's inside. They might be in there... They are in there"

Remus looked down. James knew his friend had lost hope. That he believed they were all dead. He had heard Remus crying at night. He was weaker and weaker each full moon. Remus just wanted revenge.

But James had hope. He knew his friends were tougher than that. And Lily... He couldn't think about the idea of losing her.

"Just keep an eye, watch my back and be careful" James instructed. He gave a Remus a walkie talkie. They had to learn to use many muggle things lately "Let me know if you see anything"

Remus didn't look convinced. But he nodded.

"But what are you going to do?" Remus asked "We can't cross the dome"

"I'm just taking a peek inside" James said "Just a peek"

"Okay" Remus nodded again "Be careful"

James kissed his friend's forehead. He walked slowly and carefully towards the wall. He had to hide from the light.

"Just a quick peek, James" Remus's voice sounded from the walkie talkie, making James jump "I'm really scared. It is weird there are no guards"

James grabbed the walkie talkie and talked through it "Don't worry, Remus. I'll be quick"

"I don't want to lose you too"

It broke James's heart how scared and sad Remus sounded. But they had to keep fighting, yeah?

"Someone has to keep preparing the delicious soup you all like, yeah?"

The soup that everyone hated at the layer because James was terrible at preparing things the muggle way.

Remus chuckled "I think we'll all survive without it"

James grinned in the dark. He pocketed the walkie talkie and glanced at the wall in front of him, finding a way to climb.

"Just a peek" he told himself.

****

Lily felt like a rebel as she approached the wall. No guards around. This was too easy.

Lily didn't know what she wanted precisely. She was scared of getting closer to the border. But also thrilled. Curious. So curious.

Maybe she could take a peek out. What would she think she would find? A savage? Plenty of savages ready to kill her?

A sane person wouldn't be doing this after going through everything she had went through. But Lily was so curious to think straight.

When she reached the wall, Lily took a glance around in case some guard was strolling by. She didn't see none. So she decided to climb.

What the hell was she doing?

Lily's heart was beating really really fast. And she didn't know if she was more scared or more excited. This was so confusing.

***

The wall was too high for James's liking. He was struggling to climb and the moving lights didn't let him advance. If he was spotted, he was dead.

Then something weird happened. His engagement ring glowed and floated. It had been enchanted to do so when Lily was around. A silly romantic thing that had popped into James's brain. He had been in love. He was in love still.

"Lily"

James couldn't believe it was still working, nothing magical worked outside the dome. Maybe it was the fact that he was near. So near.

That meant that she was on the other side. That gave James motivation to climb.

***

Lily's legs and arms were shaking, this thing was too high. Of course, otherwise savages could easily climb inside. It was for protection.

Now Lily was doing the dumbest thing someone could do. But something inside of her was telling her she should keep going.

Something was calling her from the other side.

***

James's necklace was crazy. It felt like some sort of magnet was attracting it from the other side. The pull was too strong.

James groaned.

"James, what's going on?" Remus said through the walkie talkie "I see some sort of light"

James was too busy to answer. His hands were barely holding him. He was meters up. So that was why he couldn't stop it when the chain broke and the necklace flew away.

"NO!"

James didn't care if the barrier would fry his hand, he reached for the necklace.

***

The alarm sounded as something crossed the barrier. Lily reached for it. Because something inside her told her to.

But as her hand touched the strange thing, she also felt something warm...

A hand. A warm hand.

The second she touched it, Lily felt electricity running through her veins.

She screamed and lost balance.

***

James hit the ground with a loud groan. Though he couldn't hear anything through the loud alarms.

His mind was running wild with speculations of what he had touched. It was a hand. A soft warm hand that gave him a thrilling electricity.

Then he fell.

And fuck it. James was sure that hand had grabbed his necklace. Whoever was had it.

"Fuck! Fuuuck!!"

Who was that? A death eater? Then why did the necklace flew away? Could it be? Could it be Lily?

Someone touched his shoulder, making him jump. Remus was screaming.

"WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE, JAMES!!"

The alarm system was too loud.

"THE GUARDS WIL BE HERE ANY MINUTE!"

"I NEED TO GO BACK, REMUS! MY NECKLACE!!"

"WHAT?"

"MY NECKLACE WITH THE RING! I CAN'T LOSE IT. I CAN'T!!"

It was the promise he had made of always loving Lily Evans. It was the proof they had been in love and so so happy.

There was the sound of hippogriffs approaching. Guards rode them.

"WE NEED TO GO NOW!!"

Remus said as he was trying to drag James. But James was strong and he wanted to cross that bloody wall.

"SHE'S INSIDE, MOONY!! LILY IS INSIDE AND ALIVE!

The necklace would not have done that if it was otherwise.

"WE NEED TO GO! LET'S GO INSIDE!"

"THEY ARE GOING TO KILL US!" Remus was desperate and furious.

James blinked.

"WHO'S GONNA RESCUE HER IF WE GET KILLED!"

Maybe Remus didn't believe him. Maybe he thought James was nuts. But he knew what he saw. Or what he felt more like.

The guards were so so close that James could hear their voices.

"OVER HERE!! THE BARRIER BROKE AROUND HERE!"

Wasn't that voice familiar?

Remus cupped his face.

"JAMES, LISTEN TO ME!! WE NEED TO GO NOW!"

"MY RING, MOONY. THE RING" James suddenly realized he had tears on his eyes.

"WE'LL GET IT BACK, WE'LL GET THEM BACK! I PROMISE" Remus was crying as well. What a mess!

James had to be the strong one. He was their leader. The leader of the resistance.

So he snapped out of it in time to run inside the forest before the guards arrived.

They ran they ran they ran. James could hear the loud alarm, distant screams and the sound of spells. Dark spells probably.

And he ran. He ran. He ran.

***

Lily stayed on the floor for a while. She was dizzy from the loud sound of the alarm. It was over now but it was still ringing her ears. What the hell had just happened?

There was something on her hand, she realized. She was squeezing it between her palm. What was it?

Lily struggled to sit down. And inspected the strange artefact. It was a necklace with a beautiful ring hanging from it. It was glowing.

Lily had the strange sensation she had seen it before.

Whose hand did she touch? Was them the owner of this ring? What if it was a savage?

Lily didn't know that savages could own such beautiful things. She had been told they were practically wild creatures. No heart. No soul. Too corrupted by the lack of magic.

This looked like an engagement ring. Did savages get married as well? Or maybe this was stolen from one of her own.

Lily had no clue. All she knew was that she felt connected to it somehow. That this was a mystery she needed to solve.

"Lily, are you okay?"

Lily hid the forbidden item immediately. The person that had found her was no other than the Headmistress. Bellatrix Black.

She was too young to be a Headmistress. Maybe in her late twenties. But she had been an inspiration for all.

The Blacks had been good fonders of the damaged after the war. They fonded the school supplies and all.

Sirius and Regulus Black, Lily's personal friends, had lost their parents as well at hands of savages. Bella was kind to help her cousins.

"Goodness me" Bellatrix sighed as she helped Lily to her feet "What are you doing here? We are in an emergency, Lily. Savages were spotted near the barrier. It is too dangerous"

"Oh!" Lily tried to act innocent, necklace behind her back "I didn't know that... I was just having a stroll because I couldn't sleep. Then I heard the alarms"

Bellatrix looked at her.

"Why were you on the floor?"

"I tripped!" Lily lied "I got scared when the loud sound began"

"Sorry about that" Bellatrix pursed her lips "The alarm is to warn the guards, not to bother you. It is not meant to be heard inside the castle"

"Oh yeah yeah, that's okay" Lily cleared her throat "Guards should do their work, to protect us..." she swallowed "I hope they catch the savages... I'm scared"

Lily wished she was making a good performance.

"Don't worry, Lily" Bellatrix smiled "I'm sure those savages will get caught" then she placed a hand on her shoulder, guiding her "Why don't we go inside? It is safer in there. Just in case"

Lily squeezed the necklace between her fist.

"Sure"

God, what was wrong with her?

[speedartist-skyliner]

What If: Kamado Family turned Demons?

If you mean outside the Sparking charcoal au I'm not sure how much more I could add to the discussion. I've seen off and on demons Kamado family au. The one I can find right now is @fitzefitcher, which has an AU post of shinazugawa family and a demons kamado family au.

But if you mean inside the Sparking charcoal au... Well, this is going to be a lot.

I believe that each of the Kamado Family as demons will have different blood demon arts and different ways to resist eating humans. It seems that sometimes when demons turn. They reflect something they desire but tragically twist it. Like I think Nezuko when she was turning into a demon her last human thoughts were on the snowy night wishing to save her family. to keep that demon away and maybe wish for warmth when she is in the snow for her and her sibling while they were dying in the snow. These wishes turning into her firepower that can keep her family and other humans safe and warm and keep the demons away. That's why I gave Genya a similar blood demon art. They would have similar thoughts that night.

Kie Kamado (mother) She is one of them I can talk about her blood demon art for a long time. Kie's art would be Sweet Home or Safe House. It would be something similar to the Infinity Castle. a pocket space away from the danger. It would be only as big as the Kamado family's home. And she would have complete control over who gets to stay. She can kick anyone out as a bad guest or who would hurt her or her family. But to open a gate to the place she needs to put her blood around an opening like a box or doorway anything with a lid or door. long as she can fit through she can make an entrance. She can only make 3 entrances to her home. If she makes a new one the least used entrance disappears. (this comes from her wish that she could have kept her family safe in their home and kicked out the awful demon. )

The way she resists eating humans. is through eating plants. and other stuff. Demons can't eat human food but how demons can use medicine that is derived from plants. I think as long as the components are not treated with human ways of cooking. I think demons could eat meat (maybe raw), plants, and fruit. Some flowers might help dull the demon's urges. wisteria kills demons what if other flowers can affect them differently? After all, Kie knows where the blue spider lily grows. Kie helps her kids mostly with her "cooking" in this manner.

I'll try to speed through the others. Takeo Kamado his blood demon art -idk a name for this one- affects how fast or slow something goes when his blood is on an object. ( This comes from him not being able to join his older brother when his mother believes he would slow him down. And also not fast enough to keep his little sibling safe." why couldn't he be faster or the monster be slower!?") The way he resists eating humans. Boiling tea and bark or tree roots something about eating wood keeps his mind at ease.

Hanukkah Kamado her blood demon art Misty Vale. It is like a blanket of mist cover for her and the people she wishes to hide from people/demons who wish to hurt them. (This comes from her trying to hide her and Shigeru from the sight of the demon under a blanket. It didn't work…) The way she resists eating humans. Eating Kie's food. The flower soup doesn't taste that bad.

shigeru Kamado his blood demon art mirror coppie. He can make a mirror copy of anyone he thinks he knows. The more Shigeru knows about the person more perfect the copy will be. If he can get something from the person the copy of them will be more effective. The mirror copy can fight alongside the person they are copying or fight the person they are copying. (This comes from his fondness for his brothers Tanjiro and Genya, wanting to follow them wherever they go and do whatever they do. He wished he could copy them more. He wishes he could stand and fight that demon alongside Genya or wishes he could have Tanjiro here to help him.) The way he resists eating humans. He eats a bit of meat the Tanjiro and Kie can find. If no meat he sleeps a little.

Rokuta Kamado his blood demon art Spark light. he can ignite his blood like a sparkler. He can make the Sparks bright and mainly uses them as a distraction. The sparks do hurt demons but he's to young to use them effectively. (This comes from him wanting to blind the demon with something bright to help Genya.) The way he resists eating humans. He sleeps. He is the only one in this AU that only sleeps to not eat humans.

There done. That is all the ideas I have for this alternative au.

[vintagehellfire]

All For Show | E.M

musician!Eddie x showgirl!reader

Summary: 1955 New York City, where dreams come true. You get to dance and perform for crowds every night, bringing in good money for yourself and for daddy’s jazz club. The regulars love you, the women envy you, and the musicians are strictly banned from flirting with you (and the other dancers of course). This wasn’t a problem until your father up and coming musician Eddie Munson to perform at his jazz club. Eddie was the first man to catch your eye, and you the first performer to be worth his time, and your fathers wrath.

Warnings: implied female reader, mysoginy, eventual smut, swearing, no use of y/n, nudity, drugs, smoking, slow-burn, alcohol, anger issues, controlling father. 18+ only. mdni

Chapter I: People are Strange | 1.9k words

Next

The rain pelted down on New York City in cold and unrelenting sheets, the traffic bustled, and one would even dare think that the torrential downpour couldn’t sour the mood of any New Yorker on this evening. Although that was far from the truth, the sheets of rain had no effect on those who frequented the jive clubs on 52nd. While traffic was relatively slow, and the constant whoosh of tires, tearing through deep puddles that littered the streets, could be heard, jazz enthusiasts gathered, flocked even, to the clubs along that stretch of road. Broadway by day, seedy little clubs by night, nothing would stop them nor the musicians. 

Dancers would perform in the shoddier bars, singers would accompany jazz legends, crowds would eventually drink enough to let loose and grab their swing partners and bring a new life to the otherwise stuffy and humid rooms. The air would weigh heavy but the mood was light.

Dressing rooms filled up with smoke, cigarettes lined up in ashtrays like cars caught in a traffic jam on the Manhattan Bridge, and yours was no exception. Your cigarette lingered on the dark ashtray your fathers club provided, patting makeup onto your face, your hair in tight pin curls, waiting to be let down for the show. The pretty little number you were going to wear tonight was sure to turn some heads and you knew that it would make the club goers trajectory worthwhile with the downpour and all. Dinner and a show - at least that’s what your father would say, however not much dinner was being had by the time it was your turn to perform. You had a certain magic about you, enchanting the room, making them forget everything, from drug to drink and from drink to smoke. 

You gave yourself a once over, heart hammering into your chest. You black robe bunched up in your lap, the satin keeping you cool in the sweltering humidity of the dressing room. Your eyeliner was defined and sharp, and you even added a small dash of brown eyeshadow under your eyes to create the illusion of sultry eyelashes à la Marilyn Monroe. All you were missing was your rouge. 

“Are you almost ready, dollface?” You heard a familiar and deep voice call from beyond the door. Your father, the club owner, had managed to get you a spot in his reputable little joint. If you were to remember correctly his words were ‘Ain’t no way that my sweet doll is going to be cozying up in some sleazy beaknick club’, and so here you were, safe as can be and under the watchful eye of your father. He paid you generously and made sure that while you were whoring yourself out, as your mother liked to put it, you’d be safe. A man that was admittedly slightly ahead of his time, not by much, but it counted for something especially when you were made in the shade for the club.

“I’ll be right out, sir!” You called out through slightly pursed lips, applying a deep scarlet wax over them. You quickly let your hair down, brushing out your pin curls, giving you that movie star glamor that you adored. It added just that much more class to your performances. With a pucker of your lips, you brought the tip of your right hand ring finger to the corner of your lips and wiped away the small smudge. With one final fluff of your hair, and a deep breath, you stepped out. 

Meanwhile, your  father had been preoccupied with the newest addition to the staff. Edward Munson. Unruly, cynical, rough around the edges, and gifted talent - the things that made musicians of this time. Your father had brought him in for an interview, and you’d maybe seen the back of the man’s head, nothing to give you a solid impression of him. Had you paid him any mind at all well, you would have noticed that his talent was not only in his nimble hands but in his voice too, his hair a bird's nest that he would pull back into a bun, and a smile that routinely had ladies swooning. No, he was no greaser of any sort, nothing but a beatnik in fact. Another thing that would have immediately caught your attention, and would in due time, was his dimpled smile - it was enough to have you real gone. 

Your father made sure Edward was settled onto the stage, piano at his very fingertips. While his usual joint had him either swinging the bass or rocking the guitar, your dad decided that the safest option was to start with an almost melancholy melody - in fact it had been rehearsed many a time, and you too had rehearsed it in your sultriest voice with Victor, you old pianist. You could scat to it, get into that blues swing and with just enough nuance to keep not only the club goers entertained but yourself as well. Edward had the piece memorized as if it were the back of his hand, he could even play it backwards had he wanted to, that of course was not accounting for the pretty little number you hid under your nightgown. 

As soon as the wild haired musician stepped out, the crowd cheered, whistles were heard across the music hall, and anticipation for your appearance only grew. Careful steps lead you to the backstage area where your father gave you a golden smile, “That’s my baby! Give em the old razzle dazzle!” he clapped his hands together eagerly. “Remember, we’re testing out a new musician tonight, He’s the fuckin’ cats pyjamas according to old Mr. Hefler,” Mr. Helfer being the man who passed the club down to your father, “and I expect with your voice it’ll just be a hit, dollface.” Your cheeks heated at the praise your father had given you. 

When the whistles died down into a whisper and you heard the stage light go on, you exited, dropping your nightgown, allowing it to pool around your feet. You were left in a black floor length gown with a sweetheart neckline and black satin gloves that reached your elbows. Your Mary Jane heels snug on your feet. As soon as you emerged, the tobacco filled nightclub erupted in cheers, clapping, and loud wolf whistles. With a delicate movement of your hands you brought them down to earth, allowing a silence to swallow the room, anticipation so thick you could slice through it with a knife. The musician then started playing then tune gracefully, a swing to the notes. You captivated the audience with the first sultry note you sang out into the club, and the same could be said for the poor man attending to the piano keys. Your voice was a siren’s call, and it certainly didn’t help when half way through you started pulling your gloves off, tossing them into the crowd and turning to look at the gorgeous man providing your accompaniment. You shot him a wink and that’s the moment he knew he was a goner. He nearly faltered with his song for the first time in his career. 

From one piece to the next, Edward watched you with hungry eyes, a wolf looking for his prey, but so did the club goers. You weren’t theirs or his for that matter so what did it matter? Nonetheless, a jealousy coursed through his veins at the sight of you wrapping a feather boa around the neck of a regular - Mr. Harrington. It was nothing but empty flirtation and he was a good sport about it. You had rejected him previously as you don’t tangle into affairs with clients, it was known. It didn’t matter either way because you had not eyes for him. For a moment, he wished it was he who would be getting this treatment, alas, your father had strictly forbidden it. 

“Now, son,” Your father warned, “One thing you must know is that we have many tempting women here, that is the business after all, however we do protect them and we take care that they are very well protected, you know what I’m saying?” He warned Edward. 

“I understand, sir, I don’t think I should be stepping out of line in that regard. I’ve played in many a club and frankly it’s not been an issue. Women may be tempting but I won’t find a wife in these clubs, I play em because it makes me feel alive.” With a gentle slap on the back, your father praised Edward Munson, letting out a small “don’t get any wise ideas son” but little did he know he would become his biggest headache. 

Once the show was over and you glistened from the sweat that formed from being under the hot spotlights, you snuck off backstage to cool off. A little glass of water and a lemon tea to help your voice would do. You quickly beelined to your dressing room, slipping off your dress and pulling something much more comfortable on. A little note from your father awaited you in front of your vanity, as it always did – it was a tradition between the both of you dating back to your first performance. A smile overtook your face, red lips stretching wide as you nursed your tea. As you put the mug down, you grabbed a cigarette, tucking it between your lips and lighting it. It remained perched against your plump bottom lip as if it belonged there. Suddenly, a knock at your door broke you out of your trance. 

“Come in!” You called out meekly seconds before the door swung gently open with a creak. The old hinges needing a little tune up if anything. Your dearest father poked his head in between the crack in the door frame. 

“Are you decent?” He called out, a chuckle softly escaping your lips. He knew you’d respond with a cheeky line, you were witty and came up with quick retorts to his questions, no matter how simple they might have been. 

“Me?” You laughed out. “Sure, I’m decent.” That earned a light chuckle from your father and a rather abrupt snort from someone behind him. This piqued your interest and you got up, adjusting the new robe you had slung around yourself. Your delicate hands tied a bow in the front of it and with a smooth and calculated movement, you slipped a pair of slippers on before making your way over to the door to properly invite the party of two - it seremed - in. 

“Sorry to bother you, doll, but you must meet Edward Munson, our new musician.” Your father stepped foot into the foot, revealing the dashing man that hid behind him. You couldn’t help but part your lips, catching the cigarette before it fell and taking a long drag to compensate. Your eyes roamed over the man’s body, tight black dress shirt with the top three buttons undone, messy birds nest hair, a smirk playing on his kissable lips, and yet his eyes as soft as honey. His own cigarette was tucked gently between his ringed index and middle finger on his right hand, and lord what you’d allow those skilled hands to do to you. It seemed that a small amount of ink poked out from under his rolled up sleeve and you desperately wished to reach out and see it for yourself but you couldn’t – you cut yourself off before you could trail your eyes any lower. What was happening? You never found a client attractive, much less the musicians. What about this man has got you wound up?  

“Call me Eddie.”

🖤

A/N: let me know what you think/if you wanna be tagged in this. I don’t really know what I’m doing but here we are. Also this was def not beta read so I’m so sorry for that but I hope you enjoyed it. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated.

I think from here on the chapters will get longer ! Stay tuned.

[ex-umbra-art]

Was finally able to sate my need for my rockstar au 😮‍💨

[blackforrestpunk]

White Horse - The Two of US

it is so f*cking boring to be at home, sick and have adhd. i want to clean the flat. but my body wont let me. i want to write a new fic. but i have honey in my brain. so i finally edit this chapter.

have fun with it :-D

[killingbirdswithastone]

Guys hear me out

Klance AU but it’s a Phantom Of The Opera AU, and Lance is Christine Daaé while Keith is Raoul OR the phantom, I can’t decide

The song that started by brainstorming:

I keep making AU’s by the second I’m sorry /hj

[rottenscience]

THE AMAZING WONDERFUL WIZARD OF THE CIRCUS/ THE WIZARD OF THE CIRCUS COVER! I tried to give it a THE Wizard of OZ vibe, but what do you think so far? Also, here's the updated roles WITH KAUFMO! I may also turn this AU in book form.. (I'll write it and publish it on my wattpad and I'll give you guys the link for it).