#au?ic? who knows

[bluesthebest]

[@petal-blizzard ]

💋 (she is running at him full force)

Kissing meme | Open [1 left]

[mushtoons]

new au where everything is the same except ice king is his own person now

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

I think we should stop giving Lance family problems and instead give everyone else family problems and then drag him into all of them as universe's most unpaid and unqualified therapist. As god intended

[hazardous-who]

Rough ideas of how I picture Obito & Kakashi in Among Ice & Snow

[lovesickeros]

now that natlan is out it's tsaritsa yearning hours again because i am one nation closer to either being horribly disappointed or foaming at the mouth!

creator!reader w a little side of conflicted tsaritsa is such good food I can't not yap about it. a woman who has dedicated so much of her life to severing herself from "love" of all kinds and succeeding and. just being so confident that when she meets you she's bitter and angry and mean. because she can't stand you. she isn't supposed to love yet you worm your way into her heart anyway and you don't even know it.

especially in smth like an imposter au. she tells herself your just a tool for her to use but your treated like the Divine you really are, pampered and spoiled every step. tells herself it means nothing when she indulges you – let's you hold her hand in private, eventually let's you move aside the veil, just a little.

and she hates it. hates how easy it is to let you break down the ice she's built up for years.

all you do is smile and she feels like she can't breathe. because despite how violently she rejects love in all aspects, it always bleeds through eventually. she despises it but the way you brush your thumbs over her cheeks makes her bitter and warm and it infuriates her to no end.

she hates you and she loves you and she can't stand you and if you were ever taken from her she'd destroy every inch of teyvat if she had to go get you back.

and ironically enough I think she'd also be the one to initiate any first kiss. maybe she's still trying to convince herself it's just a fluke and itll make her realize it meant nothing, it means nothing. desperate to fix whatever you've done to her and instead it just makes it worse.

a horrible mess of a woman who gave up on love just to be confronted with it when she finally accepted it's absence.

[yeetusthemighty]

Ninjago doodle dump

[All the little things I didn’t feel like making their own post for]

Expect more I just didn’t wanna put them all in one post

[torchflies]

Hi TG Fandom! 

Lol, I’m trying to get a lab up and running with nothing but elbow grease and grit — but I was inspired to ramble a little after I saw one of my TAs watching Brightburn on their phone (terrible movie but great concept). This is really silly BUT —

I love the idea of an Icemav kid, who doesn't love the idea of an Icemav kid? Bradley is definitely Icemav’s kid, but he’ll always be Carole and Goose’s too. 

I imagine that Mav starts test piloting when Bradley gets into his preteen/early teen years, while Ice is rising in the ranks. One night they decide to sleep over in the hangar in China Lake. There was supposed to be a meteor shower or something and Mav was desperate to get his kid excited and engaged in something after Carole’s passing. So the two of them are using the telescope into the wee hours of the night to see it and the light-pollution-free constellations. Finally, they go to bed. 

But Bradley frantically wakes Mav up two hours later to say: Mav, I think a meteor just landed outside. 

Mav, of course, doesn't believe him because what? 

But they eventually go out there and “just behind the hangar” turns into a three-mile jog. Still, it’s been a while since Bradley has been invested in anything like this, so they go, and lo’ and behold — there’s a crater and in the crater… is a toddler, chewing on a piece of compromised metal. The whole crater is covered in chunks of compromised metal, like something exploded. But the tiny boy is unharmed, just happily gnawing away on his piece of paneling. 

Mav is at a loss, and when Bradley gives him the can we keep it? lips and eyes, Mav says absolutely not. 

The next morning, Ice rushes over after Mav’s frantic SOS call and says absolutely not. 

But when there's no record of the boy anywhere and his only option is a foster placement… 

Well, there's plenty of room for another kid in this family, after all. 

And okay, sure the kid floats and periodically sets things on fire with his eyes 🤷 but no one is perfect. 

Move over Ma and Pa Kent, they've got nothing on Ice and Mav raising a preteen and an alien baby. 🤣

Look, I'm overcaffinated and sleep-deprived, let me have this.

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - Part 18

PREVIOUS

Weirdly enough the only thing that FF can think of as they head down the stairs is the first Saw movie.

That one happened IN a bathroom right? He kind of watched all of them in a row to prepare himself for whatever Andrew might decide to do to him. But he’s near positive that one happened in a bathroom. It was derelict and he didn’t think it really had running water (or did it? Didn’t the guy wake up in a half-full tub? His memory is hazy in his bathroom related desperation and may be trying to protect him from thinking about water).

All leading to the main thought going through his head as he slowly headed down the narrow stairway to his death.

Would Andrew let him use the facilities before he’s handcuffed to a pipe?

The worst part about all of this is that he is not sure if he needs to take a dump or if he just needs to fart, he knows he has to take a piss. He’s read that when you die your body will relax and it’ll all just flow out of you and Nicky gave him these pants so he feels bad but he also does not want to face his death without pants. If he needs to take a shit then they’re definitely going to be absolutely ruined, if it’s a fart well…Andrew can’t kill him any further? He can mutilate his corpse a little but FF won’t be around to experience it.

No matter what he’s definitely going to piss himself. He had way too much water at Sweeties trying to consume the spicy ice cream.

You may be wondering why FF has not run away from his predicament and is walking down these steps without protest or comment or plea for his life.

First of all he is pretty sure that if he makes any sudden movements he will ruin these pants that Nicky bought for him. Second of all Andrew had already told him once that he wouldn’t accept any pleading for mercy he still remembers how he asked Andrew, “Please give me back my pen?” and Andrew had shot him a look that had his stomach cramp and his fingers itch for the bottle sweet pink relief in his backpack.

“I don’t like that word, don’t use it around me.” He said.

FF ever the pragmatic sort, “Which one?” He had asked because he had said a few, “I don’t want there to be a misunderstanding.” He followed up with when Andrew glowered at him only for the glare’s intensity to increase 10 fold.

“Don’t use the first word of your first statement or the last word of your second.” Andrew grit out and got up to leave without a word.

Message received loud and clear Andrew did NOT like words ‘Please’ or ‘Misunderstanding’.

So FF knows that any pleading for mercy would ABSOLUTELY result in Andrew not letting him take a bathroom break before him and Captain Neil make destroying him into a couple activity. The fact that Captain Neil is here is a bit of a shock but maybe Captain Neil has finally gotten the other Freshman Dealer up to snuff.

Maybe Kevin really did want to dissect him to figure out how Strikers keep passing straight to him?

They reach the door at the bottom of the stairs.

Ah, time to face the music.

At least he’d texted Gran that he was going to die when they had gotten into the club and the bathroom had not made itself readily apparent. Sure it was about his current ‘gotta piss / gotta shit’ situation but he’d been wise to keep his cause of death vague in that text.

The door opens and…

This is the NICEST torture chamber FF has EVER seen. (And after his desperation watch of all the Saw movies he has seen quite a FEW)

“Minyard, Josten, and Guest. Table 6 is yours.” A voice comes from the side and when he looks over there’s a man in quite a nice uniform standing behind a soft-lit bar polishing a glass looking every bit like a bar tender at those high-end places you see in movies. He looks around a bit more and there are some other people down here. It’s not quiet per se but it is a comfortable level of noise in comparison to the IQ dropping noise upstairs.

“C’mon Smith.” Andrew juts his chin towards a table in the back.

FF follows but continues to try and fit this nice little room into his world view.

Do these people watch other people get tortured to death for fun on a Friday night? Unlikely considering the upholstery on the booths and chairs looked like it’d stain if blood got on it. Was this perhaps a trafficking location where Andrew would sell off his organs to the highest bidder? He looked at the other patrons who seemed a bit higher class than the general club scene upstairs but not like they had the money to buy one of his kidneys. Maybe-

“Do not tell Nicky about this place, ever.” Andrew says as they slide into the booth. FF nods but can’t help but tilt his head slightly in an unspoken question, “He would absolutely tell any and everyone about it. Eden’s wants to keep this place a secret from the general public.” Andrew explains.

“Nicky currently thinks that there’s a straight swingers club down here.” Captain Neil says with a huff of laughter.

“Eden’s is cool, even though there’s some sick shit in the basement.” Floats through his head again.

What the fuck was a swinger?

His fingers itch for his phone but he’s currently talking with Andrew and Captain Neil so that’d be rude but they’re talking to him like he absolutely knows what a swinger is and he DOES NOT.

“It’s quieter down here. Figured you’d prefer it.” Andrew says as he gets up and heads towards the bar down here where the bartender was aggressively cutting ice chunks.

He and Captain Neil sit in silence for a few seconds before Captain Neil offers him a slight smile, “I know you’d rather be with your grandma and you and Andrew prefer not to say things out loud but we’ve really liked hanging out with you.” Captain Neil says.

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That’s such a nice thing to say to someone.

Especially someone like FF.

Especially especially when they’re planning on killing him?

He hopes his confusion stays off his face as he nods once. “It’s been fun.” It’s not even really a lie. Thanksgiving yesterday had been nice and loud and FF had missed the chaos of a Family Dinner more than he had ever realized. The car ride had been…a time but once he’d asked Andrew to either keep his eyes on the road or let him out Andrew’s hands had stayed at 10 and 2 and the ride had been smooth. Aaron and Nicky’s weight against him had been nice too, a warm memory before he developed a possible life long aversion to whipped cream. He’d gotten to go Black Friday shopping and Captain Neil even helped carry it home for him. Baking bad been nice even if the stress of doing it with his life on the line was less so. The subsequent nap and day spent doing normal college guy things had been…it’d all been nice.

It’s starting to feel like….

“Drink this.” Andrew puts a drink down in front of him.

No Andrew definitely wants his bladder to burst.

“What is it?” He asks instead looking at the creamy looking drink with suspicion.

Andrew rolls his eyes as he hands Neil a fruity looking drink as he sits with what is a few fingers of scotch. “It’s virgin.” Andrew says not answering the question at all and must pick up that FF won’t be drinking it until he gets the full answer because he continues after a moment, “It’s like a Pina Colada but with bananas instead.” Andrew answers.

It’s not that FF hates banana but why in the world would Andrew grab him this? Was it just one of the few virgins options on this place’s fancy menu or-

“Bananas will help get your stomach acid back down.” Andrew says, “Since you’re an idiot and ate that mango ice cream just because you wanted to impress that girl.” He rolls his eyes.

“Impress that girl?” There weren’t any girls at the table and how in the world would him eating that god-forsaken spicy ice cream impress anyone other than Betsy. Even Betsy would only be impressed by the depths he was willing to reach just to avoid what he perceives as an awkward social situation.

“The waitress.” Neil reminds him as if that cleared anything up.

“Yeah,” he says as if he has understood the conversation but he has not. “It was spicy mango.” He says because maybe if he keeps the conversation going he’ll get enough context clues to understand what might be his last conversation.

Andrew let out a huff of laughter and pushed FF’s drink closer to him, “Drink your fancy Banana smoothie Casanova.” He says.

No closer to understanding the conversation he accepts that it might be something that only becomes clear after he sheds his mortal coil and is no longer given a -10 INT debuff by his full bladder and revolting stomach.

He takes a sip.

Oh that’s actually pretty good.

It feels like he can feel it sizzling in his stomach and soothing the discomfort there. Maybe he should look into Banana smoothies as a replacement for what Abby has called a ‘concerning co-dependence’ in regards to Pepto Bismol. No one can put him on a medical watch if it’s just banana smoothies he’s chugging down like they’re going out of style.

“Thanks,” he says, “that was good.” He admits before reaching into his jacket and moving past the Megamind toy and grabbing his wallet. “What do I owe you for that?” He asks.

“We’re even.” Andrew waves away the money.

“You bought the stuff for breakfast, those brownies, and the pie tomorrow.” Neil says and FF blinks surprised to hear that they were talking about the pie he didn’t think he was going to get the chance to make.

“You don’t need to buy a spot with us.” Andrew says and FF leans back slightly at the intensity on Andrew’s face as he says it. “I invited you here because I wanted to. The brownies were good but if you don’t feel like making the pie tomorrow? It’s not like I’m going to drive you back to Palmetto and leave you on Abby’s doorstep.” He says.

FF feels gears start to turn in his head.

“It’s good pie.” He hears himself say.

“I didn’t even know about the pie when I invited you.” Andrew says and…

Andrew and FF sit in silence but honestly it’s not like Andrew’s sharpening his knives. The two of them mostly just do their own work or read. FF has been getting his German literacy up to snuff so that he can read the language when he goes there to visit Nicky’s fiance next year. He likes how serious Andrew is about learning it so that he doesn’t have to ask Captain Neil a thousand questions and it’d be nice if Andrew wasn’t obviously planning on murdering him.

Andrew brings dried apples and sends Captain Neil along with probiotic yogurts to their meetings. Both of those things tend to soothe his stomach and the yogurt that had been unflavored before was now vanilla which he liked a fair bit. It would have been a really nice gesture if it wasn’t for the fact that Andrew was making fun of his tummy troubles.

Andrew will put his foot down in practice sometimes when Kevin is getting too demanding wanting to know exactly how FF intercepted his passes to Neil. Kevin always backs off and Andrew will do the same when Jack starts to get a little too personal in his attacks at FF or when Sheena decides she’s going to be a bitch. It’d be nice if it wasn’t Andrew staking his claim that he was the one who was going to make FF’s life miserable.

Andrew drove FF around for an hour after Greg had shown up. He found out later from one of his friends that Andrew had threatened Greg after he had power walked away into the building. Andrew had driven him around and had only started heading towards the tower when FF had relaxed. It would have been nice if Andrew wasn’t trying to lure him into a false sense of security.

Andrew had invited him to his Family’s house over Thanksgiving when the bad storm had ruined his Thanksgiving plans. Andrew had threatened Jack to stop him from eating his Grandma’s pie and complaining about it. Andrew had stopped messing around with Captain Neil when FF had made it clear he was uncomfortable being in a car where the driver wasn’t paying attention to the road. Andrew had twice made him go to bed in the last couple hours.

It’d be nice if…

“We’ve really liked hanging out with you” Captain Neil had said.

Andrew was just trying to be nice.

Embarrassment rolls over him like a wave but FF has many years of pretending like he’s not going to die from embarrassment, “Thanks for inviting me. I’ll still probably make the pie tomorrow.” He offers.

Andrew’s eyes change slightly and FF is under the impression that he’s happy to hear that.

“Just enjoy your drink Smith.” Andrew says.

FF does go back to sipping his drink and letting more and more memories of things Andrew had done come to him and lets his embarrassment grow.

He finishes his drink and only then realizes that he is a code red in terms of bladder capacity. The new knowledge that this is not a torture chamber but in fact yet another overture of friendship from Andrew paired with his desperation finally loosens the question from his mouth, “Where’s the bathroom here?” He asks.

“There isn’t one downstairs but just head up stairs and hug the wall to the left.” Captain Neil answers.

“Bring your phone. If Frank doesn’t recognize you to let you back in.” Andrew reminds him.

FF nods and heads out of the club and up the stairs.

He might be doing a bit of a potty dance so he forces himself to become unnoticeable because he does not need cool people at a cool club to see him about to piss himself. Once he enters into a stealth mode that the United States Military would like to talk to him about he hugs the wall and nearly cries tears of relief when he sees a door labelled MEN.

He doesn’t think about the possibility of letting up on stealth mode because he is sure that he is about to make a face that he does NOT want any human being to see when he unzips his pants and starts to take the world’s most life-affirming piss on the planet.

As his bladder empties his brain is able to process the understanding that he had come to down in the basement he had thought would be his final resting place.

Andrew has been trying to be nice (and succeeding it was all so nice! He feels like an asshole! He is an asshole! Gran always told him that assuming makes an Ass out of U and Me. He had just thought it was funny grandma humor not valuable life advice!)

The night wasn’t going to end with Andrew’s knife in his stomach, it was probably just going to end with Nicky puking on his shoes (which is fine because these are the shoes Nicky was letting him borrow for the club anyways, they’re his shoes to puke onto.)

A secondary relief fills his system. His stomach, soothed by the Banana smoothie and now this, feels like it might actually let him live through the night.

While FF was distracted with a piss that would have made any number of cult leaders jealous with the number of divine revelations he was experiencing he failed to notice a second man enter the bathroom.

There was a reason that FF always ALWAYS became noticeable when he was at a urinal and the man who came to the urinal right next to him was showcasing that VERY reason.

He was trapped here for at least ten more seconds and he could hear the man grumbling distractedly but didn’t really pay it too much attention until…

“Fucking Wesninski Brat.” He grumbled under his breath.

Oh god dammit.

NEXT

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[sindrakart]

okay so i havent sketched anything else except these but CONSIDER: an EVEN MORE messed up simon who became so bitter his heart froze.... :)

[alloprosallus]

open starter. tw for potentially triggering imagery. takes place in a modern-day fantasy au. your muse stumbles upon what appears to be a small toy shop in a small hole in the wall location.

the sun hangs low in the sky, the moon seeming to chase after it in hunt. where the sky is visible between tall, narrow buildings, it's a vibrant clash of bright oranges clawing through where deep, velvety purples threatened to swallow them. the stone street here is well-trodden, and not so well maintained. while the structures stretch high in the sky, the only light left on is half-below the ground. there's a sign adorning the window of a shop that seems to be mostly a basement, but the sign is incredibly worn and scratched. in the low light, backlit by a lone lamp, it's impossible to read.

even from here it's easy to see thar largely, the first room is barren. there's shelves that stand mostly empty, a counter with a register and nobody behind it. that's where the lamp sits, though — the puzzle paints a vivid picture of an incredibly busy toy shop, bustling with activities. perhaps the shelves were once full of all sorts of delightful toys, colorful jack in the boxes and beautiful stuffed animals. maybe the owner had simply gotten tired counting all the money that day and forgot to finish properly closing, leaving something lit, beckoning. it's just as easy to tell that it's not the case, paint smudging too darkly in the sparse light to see what exactly is happening at all. shadows dance upon the walls of the building, making it impossible to see clearly. somehow there's a feeling of being watched. the dimness of it makes it easier to see a brighter light hidden behind a door — bright enough to see a consistent movement behind it, back and forth, as the darkness in the room shifted.

the door isn't locked, and it's easy to open. it's easy to see now why you're being watched now, too. so close to the window, you catch a flash of eye contact. after a moment, after adjusting to the light or to that...feeling, the only thing that greets you is the unfeeling eyes of a doll, purple in hue as best as you can tell. colors bleed together in the night. it's not large, but it's something that's larger than it is when you first looked; about the size of a small child, she sits in a chair in the corner closest to the counter, facing the window. and now that you've seen her, you see a couple more too; smaller mostly, sitting atop the shelves in odd places and positions. they seem to be posed too delicately to be mere stock, painting scenes with empty roles.

a breeze rips the knob from your hands as the door clatters open loudly, slamming against the wall. there's another thud, and the sound of shattering. it's hard to pinpoint what from — there's enough of the dolls that it's impossible to tell which one is missing. the girl with purple eyes stares at you still, just as empty — somehow, it feels pointed, as if she had seen everything.

the movement behind the door stops then, suddenly. it had become so rhythmic it had seemed to be something inorganic at all. and then the shadows on the floor are shifting once more, elongating; darkness reaches out to kiss you as something steps closer to the door and opens it. the brief brightness blinds you before gloom seems to swallow you entirely, with a jarring bang. open and shut.

the lamp stays lit, and you can see someone standing before you. long limbs reach over to the counter, and briefly something is visible marring their hands. it seemed to be patterned; logical. it's impossible to make out what it is before the figure is reaching into the drawer and pulling out long gloves.

they continue to approach, though they stay far, and linger towards the edges of the rooms; the shadows. unfeeling, hollow purple meets your gaze, sharp, as if its already been tracking yours. seconds stretch into eternity before that familiar emptiness traces lines along the shelves, fabric rustling as his hands clenched.

"who are you," he speaks, voice like marble eroded down to gravel. worn, yet abandoned. "and what have you done?"

[checkadii]

mfs do anything but finish their wips . like startign another, for example

[lil-vibes]

need me a fem! skk ballet and/or figure skater au so bad yall dont understand

[krondyrr]

ok so uhh *throws this at you and jumps out the window*

[watcheraurora]

Fun fact: I had Ice Walls Part 3 (title pending) vaguely-but-mostly plotted out before I was even done with Strong Walls. I knew how it would end before I knew how to start it. And all my "hmm, that idea might be interesting to use" thoughts all ended up weaving themselves together into a nice little cohesive narrative that ended up working really nicely all together. So hopefully this is going to be good!

[acksolotel618]

Having 2 big interests/hyperfixations that have barely anything to do with eachother is so crazy because I'll finally see crossover fanart of both of them and start going absolutely crazy and feral and then I start crying from overstimulation.

Anyways the next person who draws or mentions Bill Cipher and Zane Julien remotely close to each other will get executed by both Nightmare Form Bill Cipher and The Ice Emperor.

[nixie-deangel]

@phisworld14 these all directly follow up from your ask!

🥺 chap2 of helper - a/b/o hangster

"What?" No, seriously what? What was she talking about? They had tried to argue with her about what he had in his papers? "Mav tried arguing with me about who you'd want to help and Bagman tried to suggest you'd want anyone but him to help you out." Phoenix made sure he was looking at her before she rolled her eyes at him. "

🔥 virgin jake - hangster

"I think not," she teased. "Seriously though, how bad did you fuck up with this, Brad Brad?" "Don't call me that," he whined before letting out a long, heavy sigh, choosing not to give her a verbal answer. He knew he’d pay for it but he really did not want to put into words what an absolute dumbass he’d been when dealing with Jake. "Seriously, Bradshaw, is it really that fucked up or are you just blowing shit out of proportion because your ass is dramatic?"

💔 icemav break up / icedad

"It looks like Mav won't be able to make it after all, kiddo," Ice says after a moment of floundering on how to phrase it. "Oh." "I can try and see if I can pull in a favor or two?" he offers halfheartedly. Though he really isn't sure if he'd be able to do much. Not with graduation being in less than two weeks. And already devoting most of his energy outside of his offices to dealing with Carole.

Make Nixie Write This Weekend!