#but that is canon in this au idc

[velarisdusk]

I Slept with Someone in Wings of Illyria

A Bat Boys Band AU

word count: 1.5k author's note: i have not been able to stop thinking about bass player az, nor have i been able to shut up about it (exhibits A, B, and C found here lol). i am so taken with bass player azriel that this was originally gonna be a one time thing to get the mf thoughts out of my head, but i may make this a collection of drabbles/one-shots/whatever the fuck. enjoy ! <3 ✦ . Masterlist . ✦

The room is sweltering, the kind of heat that clings to your skin and wraps around your throat. Bodies pressed together, arms raised, the crowd surges with the beat, their cheers deafening as the final notes of the song fade out. 

Cassian tosses his drumsticks in the air, catching them with a grin as he leans back, his chest heaving from the sheer energy of his playing. His skin glistens under the stage lights, sweat dripping down the sharp cut of his jaw to his bare chest. Rhysand steps forward, guitar slung low on his hips, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair, the movement so casual it borders on taunting. 

The three of them are magnetic—untouchable—but your eyes are glued to Azriel. 

The bass still hangs low across his hips, his dark shirt clinging to his chest and arms, every inch of him shining with effort and heat. His hair sticks to his forehead in damp strands, but he doesn’t seem to care. There’s a faint curve to his lips as he looks out at the crowd, their screams refusing to die down even as Rhys steps up to the mic.  It’s Wings of Illyria’s last song of the night, and the air is thick with anticipation.

“Alright, alright,” Rhys says, his voice rich and smooth, but it barely registers over the roar of the audience. He glances back at Az and Cass, shaking his head with a laugh, and you catch the way they all exchange a look—silent, knowing.

Cass twirls a drumstick between his fingers, grinning wide. Rhys throws a wink at the crowd, and Azriel… Azriel holds up a hand, palm out, a subtle watch this gesture that has your stomach flipping. 

And then he steps forward.

The moment his fingers graze the mic stand, the noise dips. He leans in, his lips brushing the mic, and inhales sharply. The sound carries through the speakers, intimate, like he’s right there beside you. The crowd freezes, the energy shifting into something electric, breathless. And then, he chuckles.

It’s low, almost a growl, and it sends a shiver down your spine. For a moment, the room is still. And then, chaos. The screams erupt again, louder than before, like every single person in the crowd had been seized by something primal and uncontrollable.

Azriel laughs, throwing a glance over his shoulder at Rhys and Cass. They’re laughing too, Cassian smacking a hand against his drums while Rhys shakes his head, mouthing something you can’t make out. 

But then Az turns back to the mic. 

Your heart stops as he adjusts it slightly, his hand steady, his expression calm but sharp, focused. The moment stretches, and you swear he looks right at you before his lips part, and his voice spills into the venue. 

It’s not Rhys’s voice this time, not the smooth, cocky tone that usually owns the opening of this song. No—this is something darker, rougher, saturated with a raw kind of emotion that makes your knees go weak. You know this part by heart—hell, you’ve screamed it in your car more times than you can count—but hearing Azriel sing it? It’s like hearing it for the first time. 

He owns it, every word dripping with purpose, with heat. His voice snakes through the room, curling around you, pulling you under. The crowd is a blur, the sound of their cheers distant compared to the way your pulse pounds in your ears. 

And Azriel knows it. He’s fully in control, commanding every single person in the room with nothing but his voice and the intensity in his eyes. When he glances over at Rhys and Cass again, they’re grinning like they know exactly what he’s doing—and exactly what it’s doing to everyone in the room. 

You’re breathless by the time he finishes the verse, and when he pulls back from the mic with that faint, wicked smirk, the crowd surges again, screaming louder than ever. 

You scream too, the sound ripping out of you without restraint, caught up in the heat and the pounding bass still thrumming through the room. But then Azriel’s gaze sweeps across the crowd, scanning the sea of faces, and it lands on you. 

Your breath catches. 

It’s brief, a flicker of his hazel eyes locking onto yours, but it’s enough. Enough to leave you wondering if he’s seen you before—if he’s noticed you at every show you’ve managed to get into, always in your usual spot near the edge of the stage, close enough to feel the pulse of the speakers in your chest. 

And then he turns back to the mic, and your chest tightens all over again. 

It’s the way Azriel shifts his stance—shoulders squared, leaning slightly into the mic as his fingers curl around the neck of his bass—that holds you captive. His voice joins Rhys’s in the next verse, a low harmony that wraps around the melody like smoke, rich and addictive. 

When the lyrics take a turn—something dark and suggestive, dripping with innuendo—you swear he looks at you again. His lips curl just so around the words, and the way his hand moves on the fretboard has your pulse racing. 

It’s stupid, you tell yourself. Ridiculous, really, to think that someone like him would single you out of a crowd like this. But as the song builds to its peak, the heat of his gaze feels too intentional to ignore. And then they hit the chorus, when Azriel takes over the melody for one shining moment, he sings a line that makes your cheeks burn, makes your hands curl into fists at your sides. It’s not subtle. It’s meant to be filthy, meant to tease and taunt, and he sings it like it’s directed straight at you. 

The crowd loses it. You barely hear the screams over the pounding of your heart.

He’s still looking at you when the song ends, sweat dripping from his temple as he lets the bass hang low against his hips, his breathing heavy. Cassian slams his drumsticks against the snare one last time, punctuating the end of the set, while Rhysand tosses his guitar pick into the crowd with a lazy smirk. 

Azriel doesn’t move for a moment. He stays there, on the edge of the stage, as if waiting for something. 

And then he winks. 

It’s quick—blink-and-you’ll-miss-it—but you see it. You feel it. 

Your knees go weak, your grip tightening on the barricade to keep yourself steady. By the time you process what just happened, he’s already turning away, laughing at something Cassian said as they disappear backstage. 

The crowd surges again, desperate for an encore, but all you can hear is the pounding of your pulse. 

Your knees are still trembling as the crowd surges around you, voices raised in chants for an encore. You try to breathe, to ground yourself, but the memory of Azriel’s smirk and the weight of his gaze keeps playing on a loop in your mind. 

And then, just as the noise reaches a fever pitch, you see him again. 

Azriel lingers near the side of the stage, his bass slung over his shoulder now, his hand reaching out to clasp the shoulder of a man in a black security shirt. You watch, heart pounding, as they exchange a few quick words, the guard leaning closer to hear him over the din. 

It’s casual—normal, probably—but then Azriel points.

Directly at you. 

You freeze. Your pulse spikes. There’s no way, you think. No way this is happening. 

But it is. His arm extends toward the crowd, his finger cutting through the haze of heat and lights to land right where you’re standing, gripping the barricade for dear life. The security guard nods, glancing in your direction as Azriel leans closer, lips moving again. 

He says two words, slow enough for you to catch even at this distance.

“Blue top.”

Your breath hitches, your gaze darting down to the shirt you’re wearing. Blue. Not just blue—bright blue, standing out against the darker tones of the crowd like a beacon. 

You look back up, your heart slamming in your chest as Azriel straightens, throwing one last glance your way before disappearing offstage. 

For a moment, you just stand there, frozen, every nerve in your body buzzing. Did that really just happen? Your mind races, replaying the movement of his hand, the way his lips had formed those words. Blue top. 

Your gaze darts around, scanning the crowd. Maybe you imagined it. Maybe you’re losing your mind because surely he didn’t mean you. But your stomach flips again as you realize—no one else around you is wearing blue. Not a single person. 

It was you. 

Your fingers tighten on the barricade. He had pointed at you. You’re sure of it. And then you see him. 

The security guard is cutting through the clusters of venue workers. Your breath catches when his eyes land on you, sharp and direct. He doesn’t say a word, just jerks his chin toward the end of the barricade, a silent instruction. 

[cloudysarts]

yeesh. touchy subject

hey have you guys noticed that in dreamscaperers, bill has to squint and get really close to the memory to be able to read the numbers. i have. heres a low-effort comic about that

(edit: theres more to this comic now! you can find follow-up doodles here and here!)

[emfraid]

Can you tell I haven’t read the books I LOVE PUPPET FNAF!!!!

Background in the first panel from https://www.reddit.com/r/fivenightsatfreddys/comments/j4ly6d/fnaf_1_walls_hello_fredditors_ive_recently/?rdt=37483#lightbox

[hinamie]

coming over here to say your Megumi is, as always, incredible

thank u so much i love my boy <3

tht reminds me i am slacking on my nwt megu quota

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[mildarka]

GENO SANS FATAL ERROR ERROR SANS AND THEY ALL IN A FLOWR FIELD MAKING FLOWER CROWNS

Or something, or just Geno if you can

🙏

they're chilling

[smuby]

I am literally allergic to posting things normally here. Also kid Goku design by sporkks as per usual (hi sporkks if you see this)

[four-pointed-leaf]

was on the fence about posting these but ppl like the other dragons so. have some sillier shit. the epic highs and lows of staying up all night to hang out

[notabraincellinsight]

chatfics are so much fun, sometimes i do just need to live in a world where the jane prentiss attack in s1 of tma was avoided because jon offered to do her nails instead and they had a slumber party about it. a world where a groupchat with the avatars solely exists to shit on elias. put away the tragedy and trauma for a few hours and imagine everyone being friends and nothing hurting

[lunarharp]

uhh another modern au agott follow-up. They've gotten progressively sillier

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Writing?? Psshhh- Try character collages

Close ups below <33 Also fic link

Timothy Drake-

Tim Drake-

Cardinal-

Alan Draper-

[thefoxtherapist]

Stolen Coat

Shinjiro has no idea what he did with his precious clothing article.

tags: gn!reader, soft fluffy.

Shinjiro had looked everywhere he could think in the dorm. Steely eyes scanned over his room for a fourth time. He barely left the space, and he knew it wasn’t downstairs, he had checked the roof. The man felt a shudder run down his spine, his hands shook as his inability to manage his temperature chilled him significantly. 

He tried to think, pacing in his room to try and generate more heat. There was one possible place. Did you have his coat? Your room completely slipped his mind during the ordeal of searching for his prized coat. But Shinjiro didn’t remember leaving it in your room. Still, he groaned, pulling open his room door to go check.

He quickly found himself in front of your door, loudly knocking with a shaky hand. He waited a beat for a response before he knocked louder, harder. Despite how the chill made his knuckles feel painfully stiff. He heard quiet shuffling on the other side, taking a half step back as you opened your room door, only poking your head out.

“Hey Shinji!”

“Where is it?” His voice was colder than he intended it to be, but he was freezing, and he really needed his coat. You raised a confused eyebrow before it dawned on you, a sheepish smile crossing your face as you stepped back to let him into your room. Shinjiro entered quickly, closing your door behind him before he looked at you fully.

He stopped mid opening his mouth, quickly closing it again.

You were wearing his coat. 

It suited you well. The colour was nice, the fit was nice, if a bit loose given he wore one larger than his own size. But it was his, and he was cold.

“Don’t I look cute?” You teased, rubbing the back of your neck with that same bashful smile.

“Yes, now hand it over.”

Shinjiro didn’t care about appearances, the effects of the suppressants were getting to him, as much as he hated them. You could see him shaking, even with his arms crossed over his chest, nearly hugging himself, with his chin almost hidden by his turtleneck. 

You brought your hands up, unbuttoning his coat and sliding it off of your warm body. You held it out to him and your boyfriend took it quickly, pulling it over his sweater and pulling it closed to continue hugging himself. He knew you felt bad, he could read it on your face, he averted his eyes from your face.

He wasn’t the easiest man to date, that was for sure. It’d taken some time before he came up to you days after rejecting you to give you a chance. And that was a lot for him, you knew that. But you also knew how to peek beneath the surface of his exterior. The one he so cleverly crafted. 

He watched as you pulled the blankets back on your bed before you sat on the edge. Then you held your arms open wordlessly. Shinjiro looked around, as if somebody could possibly be hiding in your dorm room. He then kicked his boots off, also wordless as he nearly threw himself into your arms.

“Oof-”

Shinjiro melted into you, opening his coat to engulf you in it and wrap his arms around you as best as he could in the position. You wanted to laugh as you struggled to tug him onto the bed and on top of you properly. But you managed with his shaking aid. You flailed slightly, grabbing the blankets after a few attempts and pulling them over your bodies.

“But you can’t stay, we already got in trouble for last time.”

“Fuck that.” His voice was muffled by your skin, his face buried against your neck. “I don’t care. They won’t kick us out, they need us.” That much was true, and you relaxed underneath his weight. He wasn’t very heavy anyway, it wasn’t difficult. You could feel how cold he was, but beneath the blankets, it was a cold that wouldn’t last very long.

“Fine.. But you’re buying me dinner tomorrow, Shinji.”

“Deal, now hold me.” Shinjiro always managed to sound rough, even as he was blatantly demanding your affection. Definitely not the easiest man to date, but the one you fell for. Happily so.

You snorted, squeezing his waist.

[gellavonhamster]

Obsessed with Bliss & Blunder by Victoria Gosling tbh. Yeah, the King Arthur tech bro modern AU book. Morgan and Guinevere who were best friends as teens, who meant the world to each other and then broke up because of Guinevere's stupid brother and everything, who still cannot help but miss each other. Morgan and Arthur - not related here - who bonded as bullied kids on the school bus, exchanged letters in college, fell in love but fumbled it. Morgan who isn't sure she wasn't in love with Guinevere. Morgan trying to get justice for murdered women. Guinevere who is deeply unhappy in her glossy Instagram paradise and deeply out of fucks to give, Guinevere who thinks raising her adopted son Mordred is the only good thing she's done in her life. Sweet, quiet, deeply unwell Lancelot. Guinevere horrified by what Elaine did to Lancelot. Gawain whose characterization at first surprised me until I realized that in the present-day timeline, Gareth is already dead. Mordred who's an edgy troublemaker with an all-black bedroom but also just an eighteen-year-old boy who loves his mom so much. Galahad the genius young hacker with white hair and pronouns. Gawain's arrangement with Lord Bertilak and his wife. Canon Galadred. A Shakespeare's character who isn't even Arthurian is there for some reason? Everyone is miserable but trying their best. Everything is about old friends except when it's about war except when it's about forgiveness except when it's about sexism except when it's about stories that are doomed to repeat but maybe can go differently this time.

[hayaku14]

gymnast kaito x sharpshooter shinichi meet-cute in the olympics au

[madb0nes]

[delawaredetroit]

Giving Bakugou a tiny bit of credit that he never accused Izuku of being a traitor here.

Because he could have easily come to that conclusion. Bakugou never observed All Might having an ability affecting quirks. The only person he was aware of with that ability was All for One. And he clearly didn't think well of Izuku and blamed him for most other inane obstacles he faced.

But on the other hand, the idea that Izuku received One for All from All Might is a worse set of circumstances than Izuku being a villain from Bakugou's point of view. Bakugou views villains as people without the power on their side - the people who lose. For most of his life, Bakugou viewed Izuku as a worthless loser. If Izuku had become a villain (disregarding that he legally couldn't outside of All for One shenanigans), it wouldn't have kept him up at night because it would have fit neatly within his worldview compared to canon. The loser was aligning himself with the losing side, that makes sense.*

The person he had the most contempt for in the world for being weak while "not knowing his role" being specially chosen by the Number One Hero to become a great hero in his image: world shattering. It threw his whole worldview on its head.

*As an aside, this is why Villain Deku AUs for the purpose of Bakugou angst are wildly OOC. Because Bakugou wouldn't have been upset about it because he didn't value Izuku as a person at the time and Izuku being a villain would cause him less cognitive dissonance than Izuku being a hero.

[sinnbaddie]

Naruto has a multitude of characters where their writing is heavily based in queerness and queer experiences. From the devotion two characters have for one another to a point where they would trust each other with their lives, to feeling like the other one is the only person who truly to their core understands them and accepts them for who they are despite their flaws and issues they’ve done in the past.

Naruto as a series is so queer in its writing that the writer - whether intentional or not - made the main two characters always run after each other even if one of them fell into darkness, saying he’d shoulder the pain he’s holding just so he can be near him and you’re saying you think… Obito is gay?? The guy who literally lost his mind over a girl??

Edit: I’m talking about canon btw. Hc if you’d like I’ll always support that, but he’s not canonically gay or bi. His character is rooted in his love for a girl and the only reason he saved kk was to have time alone w Rin because he didn’t want him interfering. He’s in love w Rin and only Rin in canon🙇‍♂️