#homeless au

[grimmgromm]

Depressed violinist🎻

[no-good-dirty-homosuck]

Homeless Wally deserves his very own trashcan

he appreciates it :3

also...

@blue-levandar a frank. For You

[wolpertingerprompts]

Hilson strangers - first meeting - homeless au:

Wilson and House have never met before. They both went to medical school and became doctors, but they work at different hospitals.

At some point before meeting Wilson, House loses his medical license and eventually winds up homeless. Maybe his pain killer addiction played a part (it depends on whether or not you want to delve into the subject).

Wilson is still an oncologist like he is in canon. One day he happens upon homeless!House somewhere. Maybe he has a sign asking for money. Maybe he isn't asking, but Wilson can still tell. Being the empathetic, bleeding heart that he is in canon, Wilson can't help but convince House to come home with him. House is resistant to accepting charity, but Wilson some how convinces him.

-

H: "What do you want from me?"

W: Nothing. Just to know that you aren't outside freezing to death. And maybe your name.

H: Greg.

W: "Greg. Is there a last name to go with that?"

H:"Nah, just Greg. Like Madonna, or Cher."

-

Eventually Wilson finds out House's last name and finally recognizes him as the brilliant doctor who lost his license and then dropped off the map.

[sunchay]

Drew this based on my fic’s Pawns trying on crowns fourth chapter (of course) instead of writing next chapter. For a little context: Greg is homeless, that’s why he looks... The way he looks, yeah. Not much to say there, hope it’s not cinge to illustrate your own fics.

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

National Flashlight Day & National Homeless Persons’ Memorial Day

Person A is a ghost hunter who actually doesn’t believe in ghosts, but rather finds the homeless people who people sometimes think are ghosts or supernatural identities and tries to help them. But one of their cases brings them in contact with Person B, a homeless person with the ability to see ghosts. Person B claims that the cause of the disturbances isn’t them but the ghosts, and Person A tries to go along with what they assume is a mental illness that causes hallucinations. But then Person B shows Person A a flashlight they have that makes makes ghosts visible to people who can’t normally see them, and proves to Person A there is a ghost haunting the building - and Person B has been hanging around trying to chase people off so the ghost doesn’t hurt them like it wants too.

[bts-fic-collection]

hello! Do you have any completed yoonmin fics that deal with the topics of homelessness at all? Preferably one wherein one is homeless at the start (or in the middle) but with a happy ending, others pairings are okay too but yoonmin is my number 1 right now :p Life got a bit rough for me recently and I think seeing this topic with a happy ending would ease my soul a little bit 🥹 other things like a/b/o or hybrids or whatever other genres mixed in are completely okay too & any rating is fine ,, thank you so much!! 🫶🏼

I do! I hope life gets better for you, anon! ^_^

Mágoa by SirYoongi

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Word count: 10,030

Summary: MÁGOA

Noun. Portuguese.

A heartbreaking feeling that leaves long-lasting traces, visible in gestures and facial expressions.

Or, Jimin is a widowed omega, thrown out onto the streets by his former mate’s family due to not living up to his sub-gender’s societal standards, and Yoongi is smell-blind.

Come In From The Cold by orphan_account

Rating: M

Status: Complete

Word count: 23,009

Summary: When everything falls apart, Jimin finds himself alone in Seoul with nowhere to go. He has a plan though - if he can save enough money to get back into school, everything else will fall into place. The city streets in winter are bleak, but there is warmth and kindness to be found too, even in the darkest moments, if Jimin is willing to ask.

I'll Be Okay by lotusflow

Rating: M

Status: Complete

Word count: 4,797

Summary: “You live around here?” Jimin asks, just making conversation. He’s never met this guy before. He could have sworn he knew all of his housemates’ friends.

Yoongi turns as he chews and points to a bunch of tents and guys milling around just past the freeway entrance.

“You’re homeless?” Jungkook asks.

“Yep.”

in which Jimin is too kind for his own good

i'd take my heart clean apart (if it helps yours beat) by waterandsilver

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Word count: 17,205

Summary: Yoongi is a tattoo artist in training who needs someone to practice on, and the homeless kid sleeping behind the studio is a willing volunteer.

[mcrficrecs]

The Plan and The Problem

Author: peekabooby Pairing: Frank/Gerard Rating: NC-17 Words: 9k

After Gerard hears of a possible squatter living in his building, he investigates, strikes a deal, and in the end, finds more than he expected.

[abby-the-druid]

So, question for the void that I need someone to answer:

Have you ever read Wind Up Dolls from Misery’s-Toll on fanfiction?

It’s from 2012, it’s a homeless to circus AU Sasuke x Sakura fanfic

And I just reread it, and I am unwell about it. I loved it when I first read it and I fucking loved reading it again. And it just hurts in such a deep way. The writing is so beautiful to me and mildly ambiguous in some parts and I feel the need to gush over it with another human person.

If you have read it, please let me know. I need someone to be unwell about this with.

[crow-perch]

happy anniversary deltarune chapter 2!!

@hoagiesnadwich 's penpals is one of my fav things ever. its so so damn good.

[bet-on-me-13]

Danny dies every night.

So! Danny's secret Ghost Powers remained a secret for about 6 Hours.

After turning back into a Human, he had immediately gone back to his room and tried to fall asleep, pretending none of it was even real, that it was just a dream. The idea that he had just died was understandably hard to swallow, not to mention the fact he had somehow come back.

All he wanted to do was rest and figure it out later. It was a problem for Future Danny.

Except when he woke up, something was wrong.

He felt Cold, Colder than he had ever been before. It was as if he had a chunk of pure Ice stuck in his Chest, the cold spreading across every part of his body. With a start he realized that his chest wasn't moving at all, either from the beating of his heart or the breaths he was supposed to be taking.

He wasn't breathing. His heart wasn't pumping. The Ice in his chest was the feeling of his heart not pumping, still and unnaturally cold. At that realization, he felt his Heart begin beating again.

He ran downstairs, hoping to get his parents help. He didn't know what was going on exactly, but they must be able to help him right?! They were the leading experts on Undead Biology, they must know how to help him!

When he reached the kitchen, he saw his parents and Jazz huddled together at the table, crying together for some reason.

"Mom! Dad! Jazz! Somethings wrong! I don't know what happened, but last night I-"

He stopped when he saw their faces. Their cheeks were tear-streaked, eyes bloodshot, but the thing he noticed first was the grief and absolutely confusion in their eyes. They were staring at him as if they had seen a Ghost, figuratively of course, and they seemed to he trying to connect the dots in their heads.

"Danny?" Jazz asked in a shaky voice. "Is that you?"

"Jazz?" He asked in return, "What do you mean, of course it's me?"

She looked hopeful for a moment, before his mom stood up.

"No." She said, her voice held a hard edge. "It's not."

Danny almost fell over when she said that. "W-what?" He asked, "What are you talking about Mo-"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" She yelled. She gripped the Blaster in her hand tighter, aiming it at him. "I checked everything when we found Danny's body! He had no Pulse, no Brain Activity, and his Ecto Levels were far higher than normal! Danny is Dead! And you killed him!"

"What?!" Danny yelled in shock, "I didn't kill hi-I mean, I didn't kill me-I mean-What are you talking about!?"

This time his dad answered, getting up from the table himself. In his hand was another Blaster. "Danny's Ecto Levels could only have been that high if killed by something with a large amount of Ectoplasm, enough to leave such a mark. The Portal was open for hours last night before we found it and sealed it up, and that's when you got through isn't it!?"

His Dad leveled the Blaster to him.

"No! I'm not a Ghost, it's me! It's Danny!?" He pleaded, "Mom, I always baked you a cake on mother's day! Dad, I helped you clean up the lab the last time you blew it up! It's me!"

"Nice try." His mother said, "Die again, Ecto Scum."

That day, Danny ran away from home.

...

Ever since that day, Danny had been running as far as he could from Amity Park.

After he got out of the house, he tried to find any place he could hide as he figured everything out. His first try was Tucker, but his parents had anticipated that and beat him to the Punch. The same happened when he tried to go to Sam's, he barely escaped that situation alive(?).

At first he tried to stay in Amity, hoping he would eventually find a way to convince his parents of his true identity, so everything could go back to normal.

He abandoned that hope about a week later, when his parents got the local authorities on their side and issued a public service announcement stating he was a Murderer who killed their son, and to contact the Police if anybody saw him. The mindless Ghost they captured and presented on the Local News cemented the publics view on him.

So he ran from Amity.

The first few weeks on the Run were the worst. He wasn't used to surviving on the street, much less evading the Law Enforcement that seemed to keep finding him. He had to constantly stay on the move to keep away from the pursuit of his Parents, the Police, and the weird guys in white suits who had shown up once he passed the State Border.

His new Ghost Powers were the only thing that had let him get away most of those times. He could turn into a Full Ghost whenever he wanted, unlocking all of his powers for the time being, but also seemingly sending up a Beacon to whoever was looking for him. He found it was much easier to use their weakened versions in his Human Form.

As for his Undead-ness, he had mostly figured it out. His body was lying to him. He was Dead, but his Body was just pretending to be alive for his own sake. He didn't need to breath anymore, and his heart didn't need to pump, but they did because he felt that they needed to. He probably didn't even need to eat anymore.

The problem was that it couldn't keep it up when he was asleep. No matter what, every time he fell asleep his Body would die again, and when he woke up he would have to make it Live again.

One of the main reasons he kept getting caught recently was because well-meaning civilians would report to the Police that there was a Dead Teenager under a Bridge, or on a Park Bench, or on one memorable occasion in a Ditch. He would wake up in a Body Bag, escape, and be reported to his Pursuers.

At least his pattern of movement was untraceable so far.

Turns out, the Portal's opening had much more of an effect than his parents had anticipated. The Shockwave in the fabric of Reality when they punched a hole through it (and him), had caused dozens of Natural Portals to form across the Country, opening and closing in random places, soaking the area of Ectoplasm.

As an apparent Ghost, Danny was somehow drawn to these places. Whenever he got to one he felt rejuvenated, as if the stress of the past few days had never happened to him. He could only assume that he was Absorbing the Ectoplasm in the area to feed himself, based on a few of the things he remembered from his parents constant ramblings.

Whenever he would go to one of these places, he would find a bunch of Ghosts. Some were friendly, defying all of his expectations, while others were...less so.

They seemed to resent the fact that he was still half-alive, some simply jabbing insults at him, others straight up attacking him. It seemed that Life was a sore subject among those guys. Or maybe it was him stopping them whenever they attacked humans...that was probably more accurate.

Sometimes the Ghosts he would meet were in the middle of attacking humans to fulfill what they called their "Obsessions". He learned that all Undead, and basically all Immortal Beings, have Obsessions. They are their Sole Purpose in existence, a built in defense mechanism against insanity by giving them something to dedicate Eternity to.

He didn't know if he had an Obsession, but if he did he hoped it was easier to manage than theirs seemed to be. One of them was obsessed with attention, but got it by hypnotizing humans into adoring her. She chilled out after a while. Another loved the thrill of the Hunt, but only wanted rare game. He chased after Danny a lot in pursuit of his "One of a Kind Pelt".

He fought then off and saved people whenever he could, although sometimes it was risky. Many of them were older and more experienced than him, so he was forced to use his Ghost Form against some of them, sacrificing his hiding spot to save the people being terrorized.

He sort of enjoyed it. Whenever he helped people, saved them from danger, he felt better about his situation. As if he was making the best out of the horrible situation his life had turned into by helping as many people as he could. He always felt a bit more motivated to keep going every time he helped anybody.

Maybe that was his Obsession? Helping others? He didn't really think so, he was nowhere near altruistic enough to consider that a possibility. Maybe it was Space? He always felt that same relief when he would camp out away from the Cities. Eh, he'll probably never know.

This cycle of finding a new hiding spot, getting discovered, and running away again continued for a while. Years even.

Danny had Died at 14. He was now 17, and had been homeless for 3 years.

He hoped this next hiding spot would last a bit longer than the previous ones. This one felt different, the Ectoplasm he was wandering towards felt older than the other places he had gone. His previous hiding spots had always been the site of a recent Natural Portal, and the Ectoplasm in the atmosphere would feel Fresh and Wild.

But the Ectoplasm where he was going tasted Older, Stronger, more Set in Stone than the others had. Wherever he wad headed to next, it had been soaking in Ectoplasm for far longer than any other place he had ever been, even in Amity.

He walked up the the Sign at the side of the road, introducing the City to newcomers.

"Welcome to Gotham City" it said.

[no-good-dirty-homosuck]

here is the Page Of Wallys. no readmore. Suffer Through My Wallys Mutuals.

ok i lied there is a readmore but its to credit the au creators:

also ps you guys can REBLAG MY POSTS!!! jsyk!!! if you like my art PLS reblog

opposite!wally: @/henneysilly on tiktok

rainbow factory!wally: @/dodozoi17 on tiktok

homeless!wally: ME!!!

beach town!wally: @/pinksugarberry on tiktok

lovesick!wally: ngl i dont know, pls tell me

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

Danny has became a patron saint of the homeless community in Gotham.

He didn’t mean to, he just really like certain people he has met during his time in the streets.

Little did he know that meant he has been accidentally blessing a lot of nice homeless people.

The people notice.

They whisper of a blue eyed black haired boy. He is as thin as a dead leaf but stronger than a bridge and seen across the entire city.

He doesn’t carry much on him yet always seemed to be able to pull out needed necessities.

He’s sweet in a way that few people are in the shadows they lived in and cared for the people who were kind back.

His tattered closes dance in an invisible wind and never complains of the cold.

Be kind to the boy, and the world will be kind to you.

He cares for his people and doesn’t care for those who mistreat them.

[sunchay]

Scene from my fic's Pawns trying on crowns 10th chapter! Took me more than I expected, still not satisfied (as always). But, you know, still better than writing a new chapter...

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

International Day for Street Children

Person A is a social worker who runs a shelter for street children and starts noticing some that went missing awhile back have finally returned. But the returned children (some now adults) have been acting strangely. Then Person B, a street child they were close to who went missing and then returned as an adult, admits what the children won’t say - that the government offered them necessities in exchange for being experiments. When the experiments are deemed failed, they get released with a small final payment for their service to their country. But now the released street children, Person B included, are developing abilities after their release. Which causes problems for the government who were trying to keep their super soldiers secret and now are trying to round up the released subjects. Person A and Person B work together to keep the children safe and free, but since Person A is the only one without powers, Person B is worried they’ll be targeted as the group’s weakness.

[cosmicwhoreo]

Can I interest you in some guppy Black Pearl art in these trying timez? (with a hint of Grand Reef Cookie, of course!)

believe it or not, I had these doodled before the update! Granted, bp was colored slightly different than now, but it's easy to fix that with pixels~! Frankly my ideas on how my shining grandpapa Grand Reef haven't changed much! In fact, I think the conformation that bp has (or had) sisters helps me! All that really changed is that merbabies leave the reef at a certain age to go with their pod of siblings to their kingdom and be a good citizen or whatnot-

AND BECAUSE I'M ME~

Yes, I know logistically there is no way in HELL these two would have ever met as kids; But that's what AUs are fooooooooor~~~~ SO SHUSHH

[sualne]

what could've been