#district!au

[ruler-of-the-shadow-district]

Open Starter

The tall diesel's piercing and predatory gaze examines the newcomer with a hint of curiosity, the other of his typical pride and vain nature lurking behind the predatory glare. He manages a small smile, revealing only a few of his large sharp fangs, a charming smile to other rolling stock but the stuff of nightmares to humans.

He chuckles softly, a sound resonating deep within his chest before he adjusts his posture, standing up straight as a deep guttural purr escapes his throat.

"Well well well.. what do we have here?" his tone of voice was riddled with either malice or pure pride. He knows he is feared and he relishes in that thought alone. He's a predator, a beast of lethal proportions, and he knows it.

[welcome-to-the-districts]

Height Comparison Chart

Below is a height comparison chart for the four rulers in the district AU.

Willow (me): a little over feet feet tall.

CB: The shortest ruler of the four. He’s ten feet tall.

Rusty: The second smallest of the four. He’s twelve feet tall.

Greaseball: The second tallest of the four. He’s fifteen feet tall.

Electra: The tallest ruler of the four. He’s sixteen feet tall.

Source for the height comparison chart:

[ruleroftheblooddistrict]

Open Stater

The caboose is sitting on a cushioned chair, specifically made for his large size as he smirks. The chair is intricately carved, and black as the night sky. The crimson cushions match the intricate design of the chair itself, having design embroidered into them. He swirls a drink around in his goblet before taking a sip before looking towards his visitor. His striking pale blue eyes look the visitor up and down before he sets his goblet down and leans forward, elbows on the table and his hands pressing against his chin as he smiles a wolfish grin. "Well then.. what brings you to my district, hm? Are you lost?"

He raises an eyebrow.

[the-authors-fandom-blog]

Curiosty

I finally decided to write a one-shot for an AU I've had cooking for a while. I do not condone anything in the District!AU. You can find more information on the District!AU on it's own on my other blog: @welcome-to-the-districts One-shot under the cut.

Descpription: Dallas has taken an interest in the culture of the rolling stock, learning more and more about their way of life every day. He begins to realize he and them have more in common than previously thought..

Dallas stood on the tips of his toes on the step stool as he watched with fascination as the great humanoid steam and diesel hybrid filled out the paperwork on her desk. She dipped her crimson claws into the ink. The thick black substance oozed from her claws like blackened blood before she gently tapped the excess ink off of her claws before she set her claws to the paper. Her claws almost gracefully glided across the paper as she etched the symbols that were the written language of the rolling stock with relative ease. It was so odd to see such a thing. Her claws carving their language into the paper. He could only imagine the things she had seen and recorded from the years past. 

It was so odd for him to be the only one out of the entire gang to be able to understand the mindset and the culture of these massive, feral, yet civilized beasts. He found these creatures to be absolutely fascinating. He was used to being able to rely on his wits, agility and strength to survive out in the streets, so he had a somewhat better understanding of their logic. Yet, the animalistic side was the most intriguing side of the rolling stock. They walked a very fine line between man and beast and built a civilization and culture around it with their own laws and customs. 

Amira, the hybrid beside him, was a great beast of lethal proportions. Her body rippled with muscle with a generous layer of fat on her belly. Her eyes were sharp and focused, predatory even and were red as the blood he had grown so used to seeing out in the streets during fights. Her skin was dark and tough. He recalled how his switchblade wouldn’t even make a dent in the hides of the rolling stock, which made them far more dangerous and formidable than anything he had encountered before. It was unnatural. It disturbed him at first, but he grew to take a liking to these powerful monsters. His gaze rested on her strong arms, which were covered in black metal plates that were polished to perfection and rivets that were red as blood held them in place. Each metal plate overlapped with one another, reminding him of the scales of a great dragon, like the ones in the books Ponyboy loved to read. The metal plating covered the entirety of her arms, chest and belly, giving her an extra means of protection in her more vulnerable areas.

She wore a crimson leather jacket and two chains, one draped across her chest and another across her waist. Both jingled with every step she took, meaning she was heard before she was seen. 

Her piercing gaze rested on Dallas, studying him before she let out a dismissive snort before she returned her attention to her work. Smoke billowed from her nostrils in thick black clouds. Dallas couldn’t help but feel so small and insignificant compared to her. Yet, he knew she wouldn’t harm him if he didn’t do anything ill advised by others, or even herself. 

“What are you writing?” Dallas asked, finally breaking the silence between them. Amira paused her writing and she wiped her claws clean on a cloth, revealing the glossy natural crimson color of her natural weaponry once more.

“I’m writing the daily report. It’s required in order for us to ensure our defenses are as strong as we claim them to be. We have to be sure of it and be able to prove such things.” Amira replied. Her voice had an English accent and her voice was one that demanded respect. She spoke like a Shakespearean actor, weaving her words carefully with that silver tongue of hers, yet she had the professionalism of a politician. It was an odd combination but it certainly had its charm. 

Despite this she never spoke down to anyone at all. She treated those around her not as those below her, but as equal peers. She helped to forge this civilization through blood, sweat, tears, determination and the idea of creating a city of not just civilized beings, but a city of animals. There were no true villains here, only beasts letting their natural instincts run free, embracing themselves completely rather than being fearful of the consequences. 

“I see.. I have a question..” Dallas dared to meet her gaze. He couldn’t help but feel as if he were a rabbit standing before a great wolf, at the mercy of a powerful apex predator. Amira nodded and gestured for him to speak with a gesture of her hand.

“Go on, speak your mind.” Amira sat down in the large ornate chair next to him. The chains jingled as she sat down.

“Why did you choose me as a student? You chose me out of everyone else, even other rolling stock. Why choose a human over your own kind?” Dallas asked. Amira’s face softened to a gentle smile, putting her sharp teeth on display. Dallas felt a knot in his stomach as he swallowed nervously at the sight. It was a stark reminder of what she is, a predator, and humans are prey to such beasts. 

“Humanity discriminates. Nature does not. We are equal to animals, each of us fighting tooth and claw physically or metaphorically for our survival. Whether it be for food, territory, or even wealth and resources, we all fight for such things. Humans may think they are superior to us, to animals, yet, they are not. They are blind to such things. Take the gang you are with, for example. You both fight tooth and claw to defend each other and to put territory disputes to rest, just as how certain animals do. I chose you because you understood it much more than the rest. You fought tooth and claw for survival on your own, relying on your strengths, adapting to the environment.” Amira replied. The humanoid hybrid had an odd philosophy, yet it clicked with something deep within his very being. He had seen the worst of humanity, seeing how they are, in a sense, animals in their own right, unpredictable, relying on instinct to survive. 

He  slowly nodded, letting her words sink in before he spoke.

“Ah.. I.. think I get it now. You know that I saw what you know is right. It goes further than you guys. Humans do it too, fighting with each other for food, shelter, everything.. I grew used to seeing it and understood it.” Dallas said. Amira nodded.

“Exactly, now, since you’ve taken interest in our written language, I think you might be ready to learn how to write in our language. I plan on teaching the rest on this topic as well.. with some patience and determination, each of you can finally understand what’s being etched into the paper with our claws. I know the youngest of your.. gang, will take great interest, as I noticed he was looking at the books in the study. But for now, I’d rather educate you on it first. It’ll be easier on us all.” Amira stood up. The leather chair squeaked and her chains jingled again before she skated over towards her desk and pulled a chair up to it before helping Dallas into the seat before she sat down in the chair beside him. She dipped her claws into the ink once more and smiled warmly.

“Now.. where do we begin?” She jeered.

[lotus-pear]

HIII SORRY FOR NO NEW ART have some concept sketches for the fic i'm working on instead

[cotl-flower-crown]

Even if Nari isn’t a very good father figure, it seems he at the very least cares enough about the twins as to not willingly risk endangering them. Wonder what that’s all about?

Guess he's got some kind of sense of responsibility over them, who knows 9u9

Content Warning for Pages 6-12: violence, blood, gore

[welcome-to-the-districts]

Abyss is the sweetest one of my ocs. He’s intimidating and all but he’s just shy and really sweet. All he wants is scritches and pet pets. He’s just a big sweetheart.

Which OC looks a lot sweeter than they are?

[capri-the-tree]

He's defo going 90 in a 40 limit 🫡🫡

Stumbled across @cotl-flower-crown 's gang au and i am in fucking LOVE WITH IT AAAHH🫶🫶 i needed them committing a traffic violation together 🥰🫶

[biathelstan]

“oh, you want to talk to me?”

[yuesya]

“Is that her?”

Aoi pauses at the whispered question, glancing down towards the three younger girls who are helping her hang up laundry. The three younger girls who are no longer focused on hanging up laundry, rather –Naho, Sumi, and Kiyo are currently peering curiously towards the other end of the garden, where Shinobu-sama is standing with the newest guest to the Butterfly Estate.

Snow-white hair, and deep blue eyes. The coloration is unusual and eye-catching, and it only takes an instant for Aoi to realize that this is the girl from the rumors. It has to be her –the one who’d saved the Flame Pillar by killing Upper Moon Three, and the one whom Oyakata-sama had mobilized so many people to search for over the better part of the past month.

“It has to be, right? Didn’t Nagakura-san say that the girl who saved the Flame Pillar would be staying at the Butterfly Estate for a while?” Naho peeks over the edge of the freshly-washed bed sheet. “Look at the way that Shinobu-sama is talking to her! It seems like she’s someone important, doesn’t it?”

Naho’s observation is very astute. Even though the white-haired girl only looks to be around Aoi’s age, Shinobi-sama does not speak to her as if she were a junior demon slayer. Rather… there’s a certain level of respect, and… wariness…?

The suddenly girl turns around. Blue eyes look towards them, precise and unflinching, causing all three of the younger girls to let out startled squeaks of surprise simultaneously. Aoi squeaks a little bit, too, embarrassed at having been caught staring red-handed by their new guest.

Shinobu-sama glances towards them, smiles, then says something to the white-haired girl. Then, she leads the other girl over to them.

“I see that you’ve already noticed our new guest,” Shinobu-sama says. “This is Gojo Shiki –our newest recruit to the Demon Slayer Corps, recruited by Oyakata-sama himself after her timely assistance to Rengoku-san.”

The girls pull themselves together, and offer their greetings in a cheerful chorus together. Aoi, too, echoes a polite greeting, and introductions are exchanged.

“Hello.” Gojo-san bows slightly, courteously. The movement is refined and elegant, and Aoi finds herself staring a bit at the other girl. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Gojo-san will be staying with us in the Butterfly Estate for a while,” Shinobu-sama informs them. “She… hasn’t trained with a cultivator before, and there are certain gaps in her knowledge that Oyakata-sama would like me to fill in for her. We also need to send a missive to the Swordsmith Village; she’ll also need a nichirin blade.”

Aoi blinks.

… How in the world had Gojo-san killed a demon, then?! And Upper Moon Three, no less?

“Is there something special about a ‘nichirin blade?’” Gojo-san asks.

Aoi stares at the girl, then turns incredulously to Shinobu-sama.

“… Yes,” Shinobu-sama says. “They’re special blades forged with crimson iron sand and scarlet ore, from the Sunlight Mountain. Decapitating a demon with such a blade will kill them, instead of allowing them to regenerate from their injuries.”

Gojo-san’s expression does not change. But for some reason, Aoi gets the impression that the other girl isn’t very impressed.

Shinobu-sama seems to realize it too, because she lets out a small huff. “Although… from what I understand, the weapon that you used to kill Upper Moon Three wasn’t a nichirin weapon, was it?”

“No.” Gojo-san tilts her head slightly. Then, proceeds to reach inside the sleeve of the kimono she’s wearing, and pulls out a… knife? “I used this.”

… Isn’t that just a normal knife? The kind that’s used in regular households and the like?!

Aoi looks at the knife, then looks at Gojo-san, and swiftly comes to a decisive conclusion:

She’s utterly terrifying.

[oneofthosenightbees]

Hey guys is it gay to fall for your boss you met in the fighting pit????

(A collection of @cotl-flower-crown gang au doodles cause it has taken over my mind)

[belmont-the-diesel-engine]

The smaller diesel hisses as she senses his attitude. her green eyes narrow as her pupils become slits. She looks rather young, likely a teenager based on her size and slightly gangly appearance, though she does appear to be a bit too skinny to look ‘healthy’

“What do you want?”

She growls, trying to keep up an intimidating appearance. She knows this diesel is bigger and obviously stronger than her. She tries not to show it but she’s absolutely terrified, if he decides to attack her there’s no way she could fight him off.

Open Starter

The tall diesel's piercing and predatory gaze examines the newcomer with a hint of curiosity, the other of his typical pride and vain nature lurking behind the predatory glare. He manages a small smile, revealing only a few of his large sharp fangs, a charming smile to other rolling stock but the stuff of nightmares to humans.

He chuckles softly, a sound resonating deep within his chest before he adjusts his posture, standing up straight as a deep guttural purr escapes his throat.

"Well well well.. what do we have here?" his tone of voice was riddled with either malice or pure pride. He knows he is feared and he relishes in that thought alone. He's a predator, a beast of lethal proportions, and he knows it.

[welcome-to-the-districts]

New Concept

The higher ups of the Apollo Victoria train yard would definitely collaborate with certain hotels so guests can get a really interesting experience. They know Greaseball and Rusty are a big draw for tourists, so they would definitely want to cash in and probably offer an alternative to tours of the yard.

The hotels have exclusive access to the property of the train yards, offering a view in the train yard letting people watch the rolling stock, which could be a potential dream come true for train spotters or potential fans of Greaseball or Rusty as a whole. It will definitely be expensive, but worth it. Rusty is the most engaging with guests, often trying to play with them on the other side of the glass. Greaseball does enjoy the attention, but he’s not too interested in interacting with hotel guests, but if there are kids in the hotel room, expect to see Greaseball spending hours by the hotel room and basically becoming a teddy bear of a diesel. Greaseball loves to interact with the kids and is known to be gentle and rather protective over them, so kids are definitely going to have a blast, especially if Greaseball calls his gang over, cue a bunch of intimidating diesels becoming absolute softies towards the kids.

There are definitely options for free tours if the guests would prefer. The tour is essentially a VIP tour, which would cost extra without the hotel room booking, possibly allowing guests to potentially interact with the rolling stock, but it’s not exactly guaranteed as their schedules change frequently. Most of the tour guides are rolling stock handlers, people specifically trained to handle and monitor the rolling stock during events. Mike was one of the favored guides when Greaseball was given the day off, giving people a chance to ask Mike questions and if they’re lucky, interact with Greaseball himself.

Literally and shamelessly based off of this, specifically the first and second lodges:

[buggiebite]

Chapter 1 - The Life of a Victor

could’ve swore I posted this. it’s been sitting in procreate for a while…

my favorite moments from chapter 1!

Read: The Life of a Victor

[divine-draws]

oh god there's so much to explain but this is for a hunger games au. some seriously toxic billford... lmk if yall wanna know more about it

[maysrinn]

Can we get our queen Lucy pregnant she would obviously be glowing 👑

The queen lives & rises…barely…👑

She’s ✨glowing✨

even when she says otherwise

District AU Lucy gray for u all~ she’s busy cooking the first little gremlin to completion

…Gotta get yet permission from president snow to show the first lady in public 🥀