#i really like this au

[amberluvsbugs]

Satisfied Bleeding hearts seems fitting for a vampire moon @fieldofleurs i heard you also like @xitsensunmoon 'Biting the hand that feeds' AU so i made you another gift :)C

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[haanahaki]

Rayfrog Cabaret AU

An AU where assassin Bullfrog must go undercover as a dancer in a cabaret business in order to stealthily kill a regular customer. Rayman gets dragged one night by coworkers to see a show, and becomes quite infatuated with the mysterious frog who calls himself “Lotus”.

[silly-guy-123]

@stitchau

i really like your au so here's a comic

i got lazy at the end 😭😭

[fistfuloflightning]

Art prompt from the lovely @pr0cyon-lotor, and a new au to go with it 😉

When his mother dies, Luo Binghe doesn’t go to Cang Qiong Mountain. He doesn’t get the chance. Instead, he gets sold off to pay his mother’s medical fees and eventually winds up on the black market as a cultivation cauldron. Over the subsequent years he gains the notoriety of being the most sought-after cauldron, his auction bids growing more and more outrageous.

Until rumors start spreading of a group of cultivators targeting the trafficking rings that supply human cauldrons to the black market. Some say they’re connected to the Beggars Sect, others that they’re unacknowledged members of an orthodox sect. But all agree that cauldrons are vanishing as if into thin air.

And then it’s Luo Binghe’s turn.

His supposed rescuer just so happens to look like the disgraced second son of the Ming family…

[shearfer]

More superhero au! in this AU Branzy is a villain who uses machines to be evil! He has weird obsession with Hero named ClownPierce

here is a doc if anyone was interested https://superheroau.carrd.co

[nightraiderwrites]

Pearl is dressed in her midnight blue suit, her silver rapier at her side. She swings Gem around the dance floor, the string quartet playing a jaunty tune.

She looks beautiful tonight. The royal seamstress did a good job on her dress, which fans around in a whirlpool of green.

They step in time, Gem's heels clicking on the floor.

Pearl's pulse is racing. Her heart thuds in her ears, eyes scanning the ballroom for any threats. She's certain Gem can feel her hands sweat, as they grasp light together.

The ballroom is full of masked people, gossiping about, no doubt, the Queen and the Advisor dancing together. They do not understand. She needs to stay close.

"Relax," the Queen murmurs to Pearl. "You're too tense. They'll notice." She swallows, and nods imperceptibly.

They twirl across the floor, Pearl focusing on the way Gem's hair bounces in the chandelier's light. Her antlers are adorned with little flecks of gold, and Pearl imagines them tonight, when this is over, curled up in bed. Her head will be on Gem’s chest, and she’ll be able to hear the soft thump of her heart.

Gem spins them off to the side, walking with Pearl’s arm in hers, making her way to the throne. The crowds part before her ornate green mask, detailed in gold. It is quite intimidating, Pearl thinks. It's fierce, gold shaped in such a way it looks like teeth.

"Stay close," Gem murmurs. Pearl thinks the mask brings out the sharp emerald of her eyes. "We don't know what he's planning."

Pearl would really like this night to be over actually. Or she'd like to go back to dancing.

She breathes in, spotting Impulse by the throne. He's dressed in  his deep black armor, outlined in jagged gold. His axe is on his back too, sharpened to perfection.

The Executioner nods as he scans the room as well, searching each face for threats.

Gold, Pearl thinks, is a very big symbol in their kingdom. Her own suit is adorned in gold stitching, leaves twirling around her wrists and neck. Impulse's own armor has gold up and down his arms and legs, with an "i" carved above his heart.

The Queen has claimed them, is what Pearl thinks. She's taken them and she's laid her claim on their souls.

They reach the throne. As she sits, Gem motions for Pearl to lean in close. “I see them,” she whispers. “Don’t look. Back left of the room, next to the drinks.” The Queen smiles, and presses a chaste kiss to the edge of Pearl’s lip. 

“Let Impulse know,” she whispers, as gasps erupt from around the room. “Get them out of my kingdom.”

Pearl takes a step back, and bows. “As you wish, my Queen,” she replies.

She does not look back as nods at Impulse and draws her silver rapier.

~

Day one of @mcyt-yuri-week ! This is from an au that I have yet to release, but I figured I'd give y'all a sneak peak.

[cashewally-sarcastic]

I think its neat how if it was any other member of the rebellion that got found family-ed in the FFD au, the rebellion probs would have still happened. If it was Venti, then Carmen would have 40000% pointed out how innocent and sweet Venti was when he came to the aid of the Gunnhildr. If it was Amos, they could have pointed out how tired and withdrawn she is. How that isn't who she is! If it was by any chance RHW, then he could have spun to be that RHW is his guy on the inside. Gaining Deca's trust for info

But no. It was Camen who was found.

No one else had his mind. His wit. His energy. His is the embodiment of inspiration to so many of them, and without a wick the candle that is the rebellion can not burn

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Like when you look at it, Carmen is kind of the load-bearing pillar of the rebels. Carmen's a bard, his talent is with his words at the end of the day, and the kid's a really good leader too. So him being separated first would be devastating because he has abilities that no one else does.

Sure, maybe Amos could try to speak as well as he could, but she's a hunter, not a leader (and let's not forget the suspicion that rebels most likely had about her). And RHW is a warrior, again, not a speaker in any regard. Maybe he's mature, but he's probably not the most persuasive person. Gunnhildr came from the outside, so rallying people inside the city would have been extremely difficult too. And Wispi is a wisp. He's trying his best but he's probably a symbol at most....

[softquietsteadylove]

Would you continue the Addams Family au?

"Thena?" Gil whispered in his family's expansive home library. He didn't receive a reply, but he should have known he would lose her to his family collection.

He had shown her around the manor as soon as she and her father arrived. Their fathers went to talk business and he was entrusted with her. So, like normal, he had taken her hand and led her away from the business talk and to show her around their home.

The library was only the third stop on their tour, counting just looking out the windows of the grand hall, but she had laid her eyes on all the books they had and excitedly asked if they could explore it.

How could he say no to that?

She looked so cute and enthused and he rarely got to see that sparkle in her eye with both her parents breathing down her neck. He was happy to encourage her, even if it meant potentially never finding her again in the labyrinthine shelves.

"Thena," he whispered again, walking slowly in case she was crouched down behind a stack waiting to be re-shelved. "Are you still in here?"

"Gil?"

He poked his head around a corner and found several piles of books, all several tomes high but arranged very neatly in their respective stacks. He chuckled, "find some stuff you like."

Thena immediately turned contrite, and maybe a little flustered. She looked down at her piles from up on the ladder. "I-I'm sorry, perhaps I have let myself get carried away."

"Hey, don't let me stop you," Gil said gently as he came to the base of the ladder. He both held it steady and averted his eyes as she scurried down in her white dress. He chuckled down at the black and white floor tiles, "someone should read them--might as well be you."

Thena offered her thanks silently in her expression, which he was used to. But she looked down at the books she had pulled out for herself and even hugged the one she was holding to her chest. "I can't possibly take them with me. Even if you say so, Father would be mortified at the idea of me taking such liberties."

Gil made a face, rolling his eyes only while Thena wasn't looking at him. Her father was a real pain in the ass sometimes. "Hey."

"Hm," Thena blinked as he started picking up one of the stacks in his hands. "Gil?"

"Let's just make you a shelf of your own," he suggested, balancing the books in his hands as he walked somewhat blindly to where there were still a few empty shelves in the back corner. "Then you can save all the ones you want to read and borrow them a little at a time."

"Truly?" Thena inquired behind him. He heard a few covers thunking around and finally turned. Much to his relief, Thena had about a half a stack in her more delicate hands, hurrying to follow him.

"Yeah," he laughed at how baffled she was that he would let her borrow some books that were just collecting dust. "I don't spend much time in here, really. These shelves are actually mine. Ma thought it would encourage me or whatever."

Gil set the stack down on the floor first rather than try to angle and cram them all onto the shelf at once. For the most part, he wouldn't really care if they fell or got damaged, but if Thena wanted to take them home with her then he could at least treat them with a little respect.

"Thank you," she said quietly, keeping her eyes forward as she also shelved the books she had brought with her, even shuffling them around the ones he put up to alphabetize them in real time.

He smiled as the backs of their hands brushed, although Thena was quick to retreat from it. "Any time, Thena. You're welcome to anything and everything here."

"That is a generous," she laughed faintly, "and dare I say unrealistic invitation."

"Maybe," he sighed. As much as his wildest dreams could be of him gallantly suggesting they run away together from both their families' strict rules, it simply wasn't an option. "But so long as you're with me, I mean it."

"That's sweet."

With no more books in hand to shelf, Gil looked over at her. She clasped her hands in front of her again. It was natural for her to totally clam up, he was coming to learn the more time he spent with her. It was a shame, though--like a beautiful flower that could only bloom by itself.

Or something poetic like that.

"Father is excited to discuss their railway negotiations," she murmured, returning to the safer topic of their fathers' shared business interests. She returned to her piles, picking up a few more books for herself.

Gil sighed as he picked up another full stack. But he didn't expect her to suddenly be able to view her father in a new light after living directly under his thumb all her life. "Yeah, Pop is all giddy at the thought of your dad using it to ship his building stuff?"

"Indeed."

The two fell into silence again, only the sounds of the books on the shelves filling in the air between them. They hadn't struggled to speak much before now, but he was struggling to think of something just as much as she was.

He had tried flirting with her before. And while she hadn't gotten mad at him for it, he wasn't really sure if she wanted to go down that road again, either.

He looked over as Thena cleared her throat faintly. She was determinedly looking at each book spine as she arranged them. "Do you have a favourite?"

"Book?" he asked, and then immediately felt dumb with the weight of a particularly thick one right in his hand. He also looked at the shelf, feeling the back of his neck grow warm. "Uh, kind of. It's a little embarrassing, though."

"What could possibly be embarrassing about it?" Thena asked, her curiosity beating whatever tentativeness she had.

"Well," he sighed, knowing that as soon as she asked, she was going to get the honest answer anyway. He looked upward, feeling the back of his shirt and suit jacket against the heat in his skin. "I was a kid."

"My aunt wasn't really the type to play with me much, but whenever she visited, she would read me whatever story I wanted. I had adventure books about pirates and knights and stuff. But one that was her favourite was about this lonely woman."

"Oh?" Thena leaned closer.

"She lives outside of town, all alone, and everyone thinks she's a witch or some sad, old widow or something. But then one day, a man stumbles to her door. She opens it up and he's been travelling, but he's collapsed, on the verge of starving. So she takes him in and gives him a meal."

"When he asks why she helped him she says 'I don't know'. She keeps trying to get him to leave, but he's like, 'oh, my shoes are in ruin', so she fixes his shoes. Then he's like, 'oh, I have no food for the journey to the next town', so she bakes him biscuits to take with him. Then he's like, 'yknow, it's getting cold, sure could use a coat'. And she says, 'ugh, here's your stupid coat'."

Thena laughed along as he went through the summary of the old story.

"Then, finally, this guy is ready to get back on the road. He says goodbye to this woman he's been staying with for weeks now, and he asks if she wants to go with him. She says she can't. But he asks why not--she's just shown him that she can prepare everything she needs to make the trip. So what's holding her back?"

"And basically the woman realises that she's only staying there for the sake of it--because she's afraid to leave her home. But the man tells her just to come with him to the next town, just to see what it will be like. If she doesn't like it, then he'll walk her back to her home and be on his way."

Thena's expression shifted in real time as he continued. She toyed with the end of the tight blonde braid wound over her shoulder. "What a sad conclusion."

"Lucky it's not over, then," Gil grinned, causing her to laugh again. "She goes with him to the next town. It's a short trip, only a few days. And they see the sights, and she gets to experience nature and stuff, and blah-blah-blah-"

Thena nudged his arm affectionately, "don't skip the best parts! You told me in such great detail her making biscuits and sewing a coat!"

He laughed, enjoying fussing with her as if they were kids. "You've gotta read it for yourself!"

Her eyes changed as she stopped poking his arm and folded in on herself again. "Will you not tell me the ending, then?"

He could decline to, and just tell her to read the book for herself. But she also seemed like she really wanted to know. He put his hand on her shoulder as he moved away from the shelf that was now hers to one of his. "It has a happy ending, if you're worried about that."

"So you won't tell me," she half joked and half lamented. But she watched as he searched through the other books.

"Ah!" he pulled it from the shelf, careful with its delicate but well kept spine. He grasped it with both hands as he held it out for her, "it's a love story."

Thena accepted the book from him, letting their fingers brush together again. Her eyes looked down at the cover as her pale skin took on a little colour, "oh?"

"Yeah," he pulled away, returning to being sheepish about it. "It's kinda cheesy, I guess. But it really is a good book. And I think maybe you'll like it."

She pulled the book closer to herself, smiling at him shyly as her eyes darted between him and the pages. "Thank you, Gil."

Heat rose in his cheeks as well and he looked towards the entrance of the library, just to occupy his eyes. "Yeah, I mean no problem, keep it for as long as y-"

A foreign object, soft and warm, collided with his cheek as he was looking to the side. He looked forward again, just catching Thena leaning away and off of her toes and back onto the slight heel of her shoes.

He wasn't sure if his heart was pounding like a hummingbird's wings or if it had stopped completely. But he just stared at her.

She arranged her braid around the book she was holding more preciously than Theseus. But her smile was almost like a little bit of a smirk, and it suited her. "I shall let you know when I've learned of this ending you're keeping so secret."

Gil immediately thought of the story events, and his aunt's favourite section. He could remember the tears in her eyes as she would read the part of the man desperately confessing his love and learning that the woman wanted to see the world with him instead of going back to her little home all alone. He could remember her voice cracking when she read how the man asked the lonely woman to marry him.

But that would be crazy to think about in relation to a girl he had only met a few months ago, he told himself (very firmly).

He grinned, drawn to her as she bounded back to her other piles of books, still waiting to be shelved in their little home here in his family house. "Hey, I can't spoil it. You have to experience it for yourself."

"I think you're just a tease," she stated with a faint purse in her lips.

Maybe he was, but he just couldn't resist when it came to her.

[srfelixeo]

Some doodles from Sofia The sorcerer au from @odyssey-bishop

[midnightdemonz]

AU where Kwazii chose to go with Calico Jack at the end of the Amazon Adventure instead of the Octonauts

[tredispade]

its been a hot minute since i last wrote magnai. writing him started as a joke, but then like all jokes, i turn them into serious interpolations. however, there's only so much for him to do in his canon. (since i really don't play 14 much) and since i'm ff7 trash at the core of my being...

i totally have a ff7 verse for him. its a little different though.

i had this idea that his people are basically an off-shoot branch of the cetra. a more live off the land and rejecting modern technology. they're not quite as friendly and will fight back if threatened. but just like their human descendants. they too lost their connection with the planet. all they have left is their traditions and isolation.

the traditions have skewed a little over time. there's a lot more worship that includes the sun and moon, and other celestial bodies. not just the planet itself. and they're dying out. just one small tribe still exists out in the wild. a lot of the dwindling is from the children deciding to embrace the rest of the world and leaving their village.

that's just a small part of what i got so far.

[copiertrash]

me again with the zombie apocalypse au!! fab with an axe 🪓

[cherryozyi]

They arrived in Splatoon to cause mayhem

Characters belong to @mspa-reader

[samberrybay]

Act 1: the accidently stolen baby

Act 2: baby likes you and their new home

Act 3: baby needs some clothes!

[canisalbus]

✦ Pebble ✦

[simo1102]

The first time it accidentally happens in front of someone not from the batfamily (like the JL or the teen titans) they freak out really bad and spend like an hour trying to figure out what kind of alien technology or magical shenanigan just took their bat. They are both pissed and amused when they are told the truth.

Batman AU where the batfam is an extension of Gotham’s will so they can’t leave the city without taking a piece of it with them

Bruce, ever practical, has a batarang made from a steel piece off the bat signal (not that he’d be able to throw it but it’s a backup nonetheless)

Dick, Jay, and Tim have made it Robin tradition to carry pebbles in their pockets (the justice league has come to associate the soft jingling of rocks with the arrival of the Dark Knight)

Steph finds pretty rocks and quartz to crack open and share with Cassandra- and they cycle through their newest finds (cass does keep a shiny piece of obsidian in her utility belt, it was the first one Steph gave her)

Duke keeps a corner from a road sign in his pouch, the reflective yellow paint matches his theme- (what better representation of the city than perpetual construction)

Damian reverently carries a piece of deep green sea glass from the harbor. The color reminds him of his mother, and he finds the beauty fitting. (The irony that the only way for him to leave his new home is an echo of the reason he’s there in the first place is not lost on him.)