#blame the discord for this au

[iwantmochisoup]

soukoku yokai AU - work in progress

(trying out this whole posting wip thing, lmk if you like it??? pls :3)

[1-marigold-1]

I have returned with even more treebark (Lamplight variety)

I've been even more crazy after I joined the lamplight discord server

so I decided to post some of my stuff that came out of it !!

Get yourself a god who keeps you warm on a cold winter night <3

some silly stuff

a lil sketch I did for this fic ^^

I'm having a great time as you can see 💥💥💥

a lil gif I made, Martyn singing <3

(AU by @liloinkoink )

[snowthedemonfox]

gangle au design that you guys get 0 context for

[gildedphoenix]

I refuse to apologize for art. But either way, I blame @clockwayswrites

[umbraria]

BLEACH x Inuyasha

Ichigo Kurosaki, a 15yo "human" whose normal life ends when a demon drags him into a cursed well. Instead of hitting the bottom of the well, Ichigo ends up 500 years in the past during Japan's violent Sengoku period with the demon's true target, a wish-granting jewel (Hōgyoku). After a battle with a revived demon accidentally causes the sacred jewel to shatter and awakens an asleep demon, Ichigo enlists the help of said human-friendly demon named Rukia to help him collect the shards and prevent them from falling into the wrong hands.

[ask-bubblegum-sans]

Hello!

bubblegum is new to the multiverse!! feel free to ask him questions!!

i don't have any plans for this blog, it was a very sudden thing i decided to do today

Bubblegum Basics!!!

His au:

bubblegum is from a universe where monster magic, when ingested by humans, becomes addictive. this means anything from attacks to the monster itself.

monsters, after a large section of the human population began to hunt them down to sell as drugs, sealed themselves underground.

different monsters have different tastes. fire elementals are spicy, more solid monsters like the dreemurrs are savory, skeletons are sweet, etc.

Bubblegums ref:

[willexrights]

Started this au a while ago, but here’s the official post !! Spider-man au where they’re ALL spiderpeople except 3 of them are dead :(

Here’s the reference sheets and some rules to the au !!

Memes below the cut yippee !!

[harvestmoth]

there are many benefits to being a marine biologist

[crzyimp]

Name

Author note: Finally finished this story! This one is for @digitaldoeslmk AU lmk by the book. Featuring their OC Zhenfu and mine. No warnings on this. Enjoy!

The sound of waves rolling onto the beach, the gentle breeze, the warm sun on her fur reminds Zhenfu of Puppet. Calm, peaceful, and safe, this small hideaway made her feel at home compared to the vast manor she grew up. Surrounded by walls, darkness, thousands of eyes on her and the looming threat around the corner. But here, despite the small home and the lack of luxury that’d fit for her status and station. She wouldn’t trade it, nor would she trade Puppet for her father back.

It’s been months, or was it a year? She wondered. Since Mk sealed her father away, the six ear Macaque, the man who was there, but wasn’t there. Always busy, always absent, only there during her fumbles. Rarely handed praise and eagerly delivering punishments; for her own good, he added.

Her childhood has always been lonely and short-lived, growing up too fast among his horde, his commanders, Lady Bone Demon, and his puppet. Puppet a weapon made for bloodshed and thirsty for blood like a feral rabid dog. Teeth bared at anything and everyone one.  

‘View it as a guard dog’, her father commented to her one day after she witnessed first hand of what it was capable of. ‘it’s here to protect you but it’s incapable of loving you, unlike me.’ Zhenfu remembered that day and how small she was, trembling from her father’s bitter touch who left her alone with it. 

And yet, it was the first warmth that’s been part of her life since she could remember, a plushie that no matter how hard she throws it or how venom drips from her mouth, it always comes back. A guard dog, yes, but more importantly, a nanny dog to her. Zhenfu thought that thing was following orders from her father; the hugs, the honey coated words, the spoils of affection, she thought it was an act. A role to fulfill while her father is absent. It never loved her, but her father did. Until she realizes it was all lies on that day.

The day her life crumbled from her feet, how alone she was without her father, his horde, and his puppet, all abandoned or dead. Oh, how the heros celebrated the defeat of her father; all rushing to hug each other while she sat among the rubble, eyes on them. The sight of smiles, their tears, and words spoken as they all held onto each other dearly. She was once part of the group, even if it was all a lie. 

Finally, a taste of genuine community and love only to have it ripped away from her arms like how her father did with her beloved plushie as a little girl. So small, so lost, so helpless, and so very alone. Then, all eyes were on her, so many eyes with thoughts of what to do with her. Hateful, hesitant eyes and mummers of what to do to hear, how to dispose of her. She remembered how she barely kept herself from crying. Warriors don’t cry; a lesson father drilled into her, even when she so badly wanted to. Someone stepped forward with a hand to reach for her and-

“There you are Zhenfu, sunbathing in the sands again, I see.” A voice broke her thoughts and suddenly she’s back on the beach again. Puppet placed a hand on her shoulder, smiling down at her; a once rare, but daily, occurrence now.

“Hi…” she replied, her orange eyes looking up into their brown eyes, eyes she hasn’t seen that color before their change; their transformation from human to yaoguai monkey, like her, but is it really fair to compare a puppet to a human? She thought so, but now, after everything? Her hands fiddle her braids, grounded and out of her head, her eyes cast down to her notebook in her lap. Words jolted down, thoughts, feelings, plans, and a goal.

Names scribbled and crossed out one after another in her notebook, the reason she’s out here at the beach resting under the shade. This place, in a way, reminds her of Puppet and the hopes inspiration will strike. Puppet needs a name, a real name, not the one her father forced on it. No, them; they are not a cold, heartless object, but a living being who always gave her the best hugs. Zhenfu never heard their real name and after all these years, there is a good chance Puppet doesn’t even remember their name either. Puppet has done so much, give so much, even when heaven demanded her for familial connections to her father, they bare their teeth and been on the run for her. She never realized they’ll go to such lengths for her, she’ll find a name that fit them. A perfect name for them, and the growing dread of them if they reject the name. Reject her.

“Is something the matter?” they ask. 

“Just...just thinking about something, but I’ll let you know once I’m done.” She said with a chirp and a smile. “This place is helps. I feel safe here.” Her eyes moved to look at the vastness of the ocean. The waves gently roll onto the sands and the distant sound of gulls’ cries.

 They hum, “That’s good and I’ll patiently wait for that something.” Their eyes, soft and full of loved to her, only her, stared out into the ocean. “I need to travel into town. I’ll be back before sundown.” Puppet said, eyes back on her. They give her a reassuring smile when her smile drops. “I promise to be back by sundown, or I’ll pick up Dragon’s Beard Candy. How does that sound?”

“You promise?”

“Promise.”

“Good, come back late.” Zhenfu said her smile returned and her ears twitched at the sound of Puppet’s laughter before they pat her shoulder. Alone again with her thoughts and her scribbled in notepad on the cozy beach. She’ll have time to think while they’re out. All she has to do is write on the pages. Just think of a name, one that Puppet won’t reject and regret being with her or. Zhenfu puts her head in her hands and groans. Her tail thumped against the sand, her chest slowly and steadily rise and falls. A name, a fitting name, that it’s theirs and theirs alone. A name that won’t leave her. 

‘They have a vast qi like the ocean.’ She thought, eyes back on the ocean, but it wasn’t good enough for her or at least, there was something missing to add. They did so much, their love and compassion so vast despite everything that happened to them. Always holding her close and letting her listen to their heartbeat, the thrums reminded her that Puppet is alive and here. Zhenfu quickly opens her notepad to write; inspiration finally strikes. A name; vastness like ocean for their empathy, and heart for always keeping it open and loving; Haoxin. A perfect name for Puppet, for them. Now all she has to do is wait for their return. 

Plopping her back onto the warm sand, she gets herself comfortable and closes her eyes. A nap to unwind and reward for a job well done, she can commit to chores after. She sighs as the tension washes away and drifts off to sleep at the sound of waves.

“The bastard is dead and so must his kin,” a voice called out, drawing a sword and marching towards her. Even in her dreams, scenes of the aftermath haunt her. The figure grows and towers over her, all eyes everywhere on her, all chanting for her death. “No need for a trail. Heaven will execute her and have her head on a pike.” Her body can’t move, hands of the dead, those who died by her father, by her, hold her down. Zhenfu opens her mouth to object, but more hands stop her and forces her to stare at the executioner. Smiling down at her as he reaches forth to grab her, sounds of crackles and sparks in the air. 

“Zhenfu.” She’s jolt awake and on her feet, Puppet staring at her with a box in hand and the sun already set. 

“Um…I..” grabbing her braids, hands playing with it to the point it frays. “I…” her shoulder slumps and head is down. Something small and white catches her eye, she blinks, and it was gone. ‘Must be a spirit’, she thought. “You’re late.” She mumbles, attention back to the older monkey beside her.

“I am.” They said, their voice low and soft. “And I kept promise.” They shake the box, sweets rustle inside. Their eyes drift from her to the notepad still on the sand, then back to her again. “I know the nightmares are rough, but I’m proud you’re journaling. It helps just to get it out of your head and-”

“That’s not what I’m using it for.” she cuts them off and continues, “I…I..” Breath in, breath out. “I was writing down a name for you. I hate calling you Puppet and you deserve better, Haoxin!” Their breath hitch and Zhenfu pause.

“What did you just call me?” Their tone is incredulous and Zhenfu can feel her heart drop. She didn’t mean it to slip out and now they’re staring at her with disbelief. The name is stupid and stupid for thinking that they will even accept it, accept her. She can’t look, not with that face they’re giving her; brows shot up and mouth agape, the box of sweets slowly slipping from their hands.  They hate it and now they’ll hate her too; what was she thinking for even trying to name them? Zhenfu doesn’t have the right to give a name, much less without their permission. “How..how..” sand rustles beneath their feet and hands suddenly on her shoulders. “Zhenfu... please look at me.” She doesn’t want to, but a hand cups her cheek and she leans into it; finally she looks at them with tears.

Similarly, the two match with teary eyes, “How did you remember my name? I only said it when we first met.” Did they? Zhenfu never knew they had spoken their name before, Haoxin, to her or to anyone, for that matter. They have been a part of her life as far as she could remember, present since she was a baby. Her body quickly pulls against them, arms trapping her as they hold her close to their chest. The warmth, the familiar warmth, seeps into her like a blanket. The two stay quiet as they held each other. And when she’s carried liked all the countless times, carried into home and tucked into bed.  

The aftermath haunts her again, even nuzzled in Haoxin’s arms and chest. Placing her right back where the executor, a heaven’s official, was about to reach out to her calling for her head. Paralyzed and stricken with fear, the chants for her death grow louder with the distant sound of thunder. Thousands of hands, claws, and shadows all reach out from all angles. Zhenfu only has enough will to curl herself into a ball. The air cackles with sparks before a deafening sound and the earth rumbling with rage. She still doesn’t look up, not even when screams and the sound of blades clashing, or when sounds of flesh tearing. 

“I don’t care what you do to me,...” a voice booms, something white and very large brushes against her and Zhenfu cautiously peeks up; tattered, dirty clothes with blood smeared and dripping off a curved sword. The owner’s back facing her as they point their blade at the shocked eyes. Her body finally moves, and she rushes towards her protector, sobbing loudly as she clings onto them.  “.. but you’re not laying a hand on this child.” Haoxin declared with teeth, scooping her up with one arm, holding her close and protectively; much like a loving father for their daughter.

[pinktrashgoblin]

I NEED TO STOP

BLAME THE DISCORD SERVER FOR THIS (btw. if you wanna join, DM me *nudge nudge* :)

but this is again based on @theemmedraws ‘s latest poll

@irrelevaantidiot wrote this horrid joke fanfic and we were on a whiteboard so I made god awful doodles

(even tho blix is canonically straight this is still funny as shit)

featuring schoolgirl outfit blix bc he’s a catboy

[i-mean-technically]

the truck pt. 1

warnings: none

word count: 675

summary: Miko Nakadai

Edit: forgot to give credit for some ideas in this! Thanks @justawannabearchaeologist for brainstorming ideas with me ❤���❤️

what's one more?

It was closer to three in the morning than Miko was comfortable with to be out in this part of town but she didn’t have the option to go anywhere else. She couldn’t go back to her parents in Tokyo, they had all but disowned her when she presented the signed forms of her international transfer. And her hosts had all but packed her bags for her.

She had nothing but her guitar, her duffel, and four hundred US dollars to her name.

It had taken her almost two hours to get to the edge of town on foot, nothing around her but rundown buildings and trash near the half destroyed bus stop. Tears burned her eyes as she dropped her duffel, sitting on it near the edge of the curb.

Her visa was up in less than a month and she has no one else to call to help her. No one that could help her. No friends, no family, the government worked too slowly to provide anything for her to use.

Miko shivered as the wind blew through the buildings around her, whispering in the cold dark. “It’s fine,” she mumbled to herself in an effort to stop the growing fear. “It’ll be fine, you’ve had worse.”

There was nothing but the silence beyond the wind and it ate at her. Silence gave her time to think.

“I want to go home,” she whispered as she curled her knees up to her chest. Miko buried her face in her arms as she lost the fight against the tears.

Time passed strangely to Miko for a while, until she felt like she could face the world again. After wiping her eyes and nose she looked up.

Then screamed profanity  and threw herself backwards, toppling off of her duffel and crashing onto the cracked concrete.

A massive semi was parked directly in front of her, so close she could see her warped reflection in the chrome around the edges. She lay sprawled out on her elbows, gaping, as her mind caught up with the sight in front of her.

“What-how-,” Miko scrambled upright, fear flashing through her about the horror stories her parents told her about what happens to little foreign girls in America before a different thought came through.

It was something she had heard from some of the kids at school, a little Hispanic boy with wild hair and thick-rimmed glasses and a teen with raven dark hair. They were the only ones to talk to her like she was a person and not gawk at her like she was a monkey at the zoo. They had told her about a local legend they called The Truck that only the kids knew about.

About how he protected the kids in Jasper.

About how kids with bad home lives suddenly disappear for a few days, then turning back up with smiles and new clothes and packed lunches and restraining orders against their former families that the kids themselves enforce with tasers.

Jasper, Nevada didn’t have a single homeless person under twenty-five.

Because The Truck took them home.

At least, that’s what the kids here believed. Miko always thought it was just something that they told themselves to keep this dead city interesting.

But with this huge long hauler semi truck sitting quietly in front of her Miko started to believe.

“What the fuck,” she breathed, feeling frozen to the spot.

“Are you in need of aid, youngling?” A deep voice asked. It came from the truck.

Miko blinked. “What?”

“Do you require assistance?”

He sounded like a walking dictionary, but…

It had been so long since someone had asked that genuinely. Miko had to blink a few times to keep herself from crying again, staring at the huge tires less than a foot from her. Once she had herself under control she glanced up to the driver to answer.

A gasp ripped from her throat and she took a step back, stumbling over her duffel and hitting the ground again.

There was no driver.

[poisonhemloc]

don’t mind me, being cringe on main (there are some dlc spoilers here)

...this is. an outer wilds taco truck au

why? Brain is Bad

It’s Outer Wilds Tacos and Outer Wilds Mechanics- despite the names on paper they’re unrelated businesses. Slate owns/is the primary mechanic for the Mechanics. They’re usually pretty busy, but they do all the work on the taco trucks. Esker is their secondary mechanic (when that gets too busy) or the cashier/phones/general ‘I’m here what do you want’ person. They used to help out with the taco trucks, but since the trucks have gotten more people they’re not called on to help as much anymore they’re not lonely sh

Feldspar and Gossan co-founded Outer Wilds Tacos and generally run a truck together. They’ve gotten a lot more popular than they planned, so they’ve expanded a little- they have a few trucks now a days. Gabbro was the first helper- they’re a professor at Local University (...college town) (Physics and philosophy, both) and they’re part time with the trucks for weed money. You cannot call Gabbro to come in on a day off. They are either at their day job or probably stoned.

Chert was next- they work at the local observatory outside of town, and they’re part time for extra cash. Riebeck is a full time archeology student at Local University and full time with the trucks to help pay for that. Hatchling is newest hire, they’re full time while they figure their life out.

Hornfels is a part time astronomy professor, but also is kinda the manager for both Outer Wilds businesses- they do all the payrolls, orders, shifts, booking appointments for everything, all that. Slate Esker and Gossan can (and will) handle that but Hornfels is good with numbers and they’re happy to let them do most of the heavy lifting.

Hal is at Local University and working at a library both; they start frequenting the taco trucks when Hatchling starts working.

Porphy runs ‘Sap,’ a brewery with a huge wine list, and a frequent Outer Wilds Tacos spot; the truck’s there four days out of the week generally, and Gossan’s always there. Both of them think no one has noticed them flirting. Everyone has noticed they’re flirting. No one wants to say anything. Someone put together a ‘this taco goes best with this wine’ menu specifically for Sap days.

(After talking about it with Friend Feef on and off all day) The Nomai run franchised food trucks- I do think their name would just be ‘Greek Food’ but that’s what they sell. It’s really good, though, and they tend to have a bunch of vegetarian options. And really good baklava. One of their more popular items is ‘Eye of the gyro-verse’ which, among the normal ingredients, has whole olives on it. If there’s an even with a bunch of food trucks someone from Outer Wilds will be sent over to the Nomai truck with tacos to trade for a gyro and baklava.

The Owlks (mostly) run hot dog carts with tons of available toppings- Stranger Sausages- that people think is a front for something. They never go under, despite never making a lot of visible sales. They also seem to take ‘vegetarian options’ as a threat, but they do generally have something. Despite the name and overall demeanor, the sausages are high quality.

The Prisoner runs their own buisness- like, a drive in movie theater type thing. It started perking up once Outer Wilds Tacos started working there once a week- they’re doing better than the hot dog carts now.

Finally, Outer Wilds Tacos has a signature dessert taco- waffle cone shaped like a taco shell, chocolate, toasted marshmallows. Optionally ice cream (...Feef is gonna make that, and tell me how it tastes). Getting those is Porphy’s excuse for wandering over every half hour when it’s slow.

[athenaseden]

thank the discord for this one folks. work wives vampire au ! content warning for a little blood and gonna said it's rated mature.

melissa mewls, trying as hard as she can to keep quiet. they've done this before, it's not the first time, but it feels like it could be. during sex barbara always worries, there is a hesitance to her bite and the way she drinks that is completely absent now. barbara takes from her in abundance and if the humming is anything to go by is enjoying herself. 

the hand cradling her neck is new. the possessive way it holds her is driving melissa crazy. she thinks she might come just like this. nothing else in the world matters the way barbara clings to her. she has to bite down on her own lip when barbara finally pulls away, a pop follows immediately after. she feels weak and her heart is beating overtime. her head drops forward and she breathes deeply, shaking as barbara licks her neck. her hands relax their grip on the silk shirt, that's now wrinkled on both sides. 

arms wrap around her body and though barbara can not possibly hold her closer, she feels the vampire try. "fucking aye." she mumbles, earning a deep chuckle. just like everything else in the last half hour, she feels it drop through her. doing her best to control her body through light exhaustion and immense arousal, she lifts her head to look at her vampire. ah yes another way to disappoint her guild.

the sight of blood still on her lips and eyes that are dark and hooded makes her groan. a hand returns to her neck and light scratches make it hard to remember that she sat up to kiss the woman. luckily, barbara has the same intention, bring her in for a kiss. melissa reaches up to wipe the blood from both their lips, barbara following her thumb to her mouth. the red head has barely licked the blood off her finger before barbara is kissing her again.

she's just closed her eyes when the hands around her tighter and the body below her goes rigid. the popping of barbara's fangs alerts her that something is wrong. it's now that melissa feels the set of eyes on them and barbara's hissing tells her that the vampire is close. following barbara's eyes, she sees what she guesses is a newborn who had approached them. 

"down girl", she says, causing barbara's hissing to pause and earning a questioning look instead. pulling the side of her coat, she exposes her favorite piece of silver, a throwing knife. the young vampire is frozen in their spot, "i don't miss." and with that they are left alone. 

turning back, barbara has a brow raised at her, ready to tell her off for her statement. before she can speak melissa shakes her head, "don't look at me like that. you would have gotten us thrown out." barbara seems to concede with a nod although she still looks back over the red head's shoulder. 

shifting her jaw and holding in a laugh, she reaches up to her caress barbara's cheek. "hey." she barely gets a response. pulling barbara's bottom lip down, she leans forward and passes her tongue over the still extended fang. that gets her attention, a full body shiver pulling barbara back to her and causing a rather high moan. 

proud of herself, melissa leans in again, happy to have a vampire that's so possessive of her. a hand drops to her thigh and the other returns to her favorite spot cradling her neck close. melissa isn't sure how she convinced barbara to come and at the moment she doesn't care because this is a better outcome than she expected.

[strwcptn]

sad drunk boi hours tonight, fella's

[sammywolfgirl]

*cough*

So I’m playing with a pairing idea

Idk I think it’s at least a little funny how there’s two cookies at the tbd who wanna maybe smooch their respective directors

[soaring-to-tower]

safe room -@sunalsolove

don't blame me - taylor swift

in honor of the final chapter being posted today here's the edit i did inspired by this incredible fic: safe room