#house of leaves au

[dazesanddoodles]

it's my birthday so the butchfemme situationship from hell is back!!1!1! enjoy chapter two 𓆣

[forgettable-au]

If it's not a spoiler, could you give any insight on the brothers living situation rn? Have they always lived in Snowdin? and if so, is/hows their house different from how it is in the present?

I think it'd be funny if they just had futons in the lab and Wingdings is just like "Yup! I havent been outside the lab in 8 months!"

LANSKWJSK THIS IS SUCH GOOD TIMING FOR THIS BECAUSE IT'S SOMETHING I WANTED TO DRAW

They do have the house in Snowdin!

But they haven't been there in a while so it needs some maintenance... apart from that, it's the same house

Then they got the job at the lab and well... having everything you need to live in the place you work at is convenient!

So yeah! You were right lmao, Wingdings hasn't left in a while

Sans leaves more often, he likes going out to eat instead of cooking. And he doesn't like being in the lab all day, so if Wingdings asks him to go for something he'll do it

[weaselmcdiesel]

":33< kk look!! build-a-cholerbear!!!"

[aprito]

the trials and tribulations of dating cross country and season

[ryssbelle]

Floyd walking out of his room in the bunker like he didn't just spend the last 16 hours straight crying

[deyisacherry]

AYO i'm joining the "kick soleil's 4ss" club

GO MISUTAMUUN!!!

@venomous-qwille hi hope u like this silly thing *runs*

[royaltea000]

Frodo smoking behind the camera rn 

[limielle]

first meeting

[inthehouseoffinwe]

Finarfin Fades.

No one expects it, no one’s faded in Valinor since Miriel. The War of Wrath is won and he comes back, waving off the courtiers, well wishers, and congratulators with his usual grace, and walks into the palace of Tirion. To rooms abandoned since their owners left so long ago. Winding deeper and deeper his feet take him to what was once Finwë’s favourite garden.

He’s so tired.

He’s fulfilled his promise to Fëanaro and Nolofinwë, to avenge them. To make the agony of their final moments - agony Finarfin felt, falling to the floor screaming as fire and darkness consumed his spirit - count for something. Now Morgoth is finally gone, but he’s not the only one.

His brothers, larger than life, larger than death, are gone. With them his sons. Niece. Nephews. Grandchildren. His daughter is never to return. He Saw little Nelyo’s death in his dreams and is sure hopes for the child’s own sake that Makalaurë will be close behind.

Little remains. Even less on these golden shores.

So Finarfin sits on a bench long overgrown with vines and weeds, and watches the sun filter through the thicket, wishing the ghosts he sees in his father’s garden would flesh out.

He sits. He waits.

And by the time anyone finds him, it’s too late.

…at least he’s smiling again.

[letssofia3006]

@tealy-tiel has caused me a major brain overload over toh characters into the universe of tlok. Just think about it—Amon as Belos. Titans being the equivalent of lion turtles. The vibes are absolutely perfect.

Drawing Belos in the Legend of Korra art style turned out to be more challenging than I anticipated. However, I'm really pleased with how the outfit turned out in the end :)

[dazesanddoodles]

the people (me) said put lesbian stuilly in situations so chapter one is out now 𓆣

enjoyers of hyperlinked footnotes with information varying in levels of importance, this is for you

[moon-buggg]

Would Haunted House Sun & Moon ever have a time where they would follow Y/N off the premises? Or try and keep Y/N after hours as long as possible?

— 🍓

"Come on guys, I don't wanna get in trouble," you push at the metal hand encircling your waist to absolutely no effect. "Let me go, Sun."

"Mmmm, what's the magic wooooord?" The animatronic asks, his head tilting to the right then continuing in a full circle.

"Sun!" You're far too tired to play this game tonight. Your throat aches in protest at the continued shouting after a full day of screaming bloody murder.

"That's not it Starlight!" The delight in his voice is obvious as he pulls you in closer, further from the exit. "Better try again if you want to escape!"

Maybe you're just feeling a bit combative, but you refuse surrender. Instead mustering the energy to squirm and kick and be a nuisance. Sun's grip never falters, and behind him you hear Moon's rasping chuckle at your little display.

"Oh no, don't you start too," your warning is not at all diminished by your current situation of being held like a doll.

"Wouldn't get in trouble," Moon leans in, snaking around Sun and into your space, "if you stayed."

"I know," you temporarily cease your escape attempt to push back at his giant face. He lets you. "But if you guys keep fucking with the security system then you'll get in trouble!"

"Nooo," Moon drawls, "too sneaky." Sun laughs and you can't help but feel like you aren't in on the joke. This strategy isn't working. Time to bring out the big guns.

"Guys. I'm tired. It's late," the magic words that always make Moon pause his teasing are just as effective as ever. The silence ticks on and you know they're talking on their shared chat feature. Finally, the battle turns in your favour. "I just want to go to bed."

Sun makes a garbled noise of protest before finally, slowly releasing you. "Alright, alright," he gives a look at Moon as best he can with a static face, before turning back to you. "I guess it wouldn't due to have you too tired to struggle tomorrow. No no no, that'd be no fun at all!"

Well, it's nice he's finally seeing your side of things. "Thank you," you say, hamming up dusting yourself off just a tad. "I'll see you guys tomorrow. Night Sun, night Moon."

"Nighty night." "Good night Starlight! Don't let the bed bugs bite!" And with that, you finally leave for the night.

[simpfornegan]

jacemond celebrity au where they’re married and constantly making bedroom eyes at each other across the room in interviews…

[cringefail-clown]

"so, are you ever going to write that ult!kankri fic?" yes. yes i will. im writing it right now actually.

enjoy the beginning of a lenghty dream sequence that takes a turn for the worse for dirk. kankris a cunning son of a gun in this one.

(when i figure out how to actually code all of this shit on ao3 its over for yall)

[boiledegghole]

bad times on good days

EMOTIONAL SUPPORT GOOSE TO THE RESCUE!!!!!!! NO FEELINGS BUDDIES LEFT BEHIND

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 91

Part 1 Part 90

Eddie’s not thinking. Observations are floating into his mind too fast for him to categorize them, just snapshots of blinding confusion and color. Click – the explosion of pain when his knuckle impacts strangely against Hargrove’s jaw. Click – pain blooming against his ribs, sending him sprawling atop Hargrove’s chest. Click – he’s on the pavement, Perkins’ crawling atop him, pointy elbow jamming into his throat as she winds back to slap Hargrove hard enough in the face to send his head ricocheting into Eddie’s side. Click – Hargrove’s straddling his screaming ribs as he punches him, once, twice, ramming his head into the concrete hard enough that it bounces, exploding pain on both sides of his skull.

Eddie closes his eyes against the pain, holding his hands above his face in a futile effort to defend his sparking face against more damage.

Nothing else comes. Just for a second, Hagrove’s weight crushes his ribs further. The pressure compresses his lungs, all the air whooshing out in a quiet oomph. And then it’s gone.

Eddie curls into himself, hands around his ribs on instinct, eyes still closed until the screaming starts.

His eye feels swollen, sight fuzzy around the edges as he looks up at his savior.

It's not Perkins, or Mama Byers, or Barb, or even Steve.

Little Red stands over her brother, the nail bat in her hands pointed warningly toward his junk, dirty sneaker close enough that if she kicked forward, there’d never be any little Billy’s running around the world. Her hair’s got dirt in it, the fire in her eyes making her look almost feral.

Her voice is loud enough to ring throughout the neighborhood, but it’s going through his head like it’s underwater, like he’s Charlie Brown, it’s all just muffled, wah wah wah’s.

All he can hear is the ringing in his ears, high pitched and aching through his skull. Hargrove’s hands are raised, and he’s got a mocking sneer on his face, but his eyes tell a different story. They’re wide and afraid, and he’s scooting backward in the driveway, shirt riding up so his skin’s sliding across the pavement in a way that’s got to hurt.

Eddie levers himself to his feet. He wobbles around on sea legs for a second until a hand clamps onto his shoulder, steadying him. It’s Perkins. There’s a bruise already blooming on her cheek, and her hair’s a riot of knots. She slides her hands into his hair, probing around his head until she finds a spot that has him wincing and pulling back.

Her words reach him, muffled but unjumbled. “—need to get you to a hospital,” she says, leaning around him to look at the spot she’d just proved. “You’re bleeding like, a lot.”

Eddie leans into her, eyes closing for just a second. “Steve first,” he replies. The words rumble strangely through his chest.

He opens his eyes just in time to see Perkins eyes roll.

The voices around him unjumble slowly, until he can make out distinct words, unmuffled and blessedly decipherable.  

Clearly, his scrambled egg of a brain just needed to catch up with its new inflamed state.

“Everyone inside,” Mama Byers calls, voice strained. It’s only then that Eddie notices the lights turned on in the houses around them, and the way curtains twitch back like the nosy rich people can’t help themselves.

Hargrove’s still in the ground, but Max hefts the bat up anyway, pointing it toward him with a final edict of, “Go home.” She turns around, sauntering toward the Harrington’s front door in a way the Eddie’d die to be able to emulate. “I’ll be home soon.”

Lucas snorts as he runs to catch up to her, Mike and Dustin right behind him.

Eddie and Perkins don’t start forward until Barb and Will lead Steve out of the van. Barb has his head angled down, clearly trying to obscure the blindfold on his face. Will’s smiling up at him and nodding as if they’re holding a conversation no one else can hear. Eddie hopes it’s enough of a show to stop the nosy neighbors from calling the cops. Hop’s indisposed and everyone else will just get in the way.

Perkins has her arm around his waist, but each of his steps bring more surety, like his brain and his legs are reestablishing their link. Still, she doesn’t let go.

They’re all loitering in front of the front door, arguing about how to get inside. Perkins bullies her way past, digging the hide-a-key out of its place buried in the leaves of the bush planted in the pot beside the front door.

She slides it home, turns it in the lock like she’s used to it. Like she belongs here in a way that Eddie, and the rest of the party, and even Steve himself don’t.

She leads them inside. Eddie wriggles out from her grasp so he can flip the lights on.

Something giddy runs through his veins as he hears the heat click on. He turns, smiling brightly at the rest of the group, just as Dustin closes the door behind them.

There’s something manic, and woozy, and hopeful running through him as he looks at all these people gathered in Steve’s childhood home, willing to do anything to save him.

“Let’s get this party started,” Eddie calls, like they’re at some sort of high school rager instead of a grim group of people about to boil their friend alive if it’ll save his life.

When everyone looks at him, bug-eyed and wary, Eddie just laughs.

Part 92

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