#i think this is a no-mafia AU

[asmodeusamaryllis]

Many call backs this chapter

[afurtivecake]

kevriko being a thing in early drafts does go a long way to explain the vibe they have going on which is roughly, "siblings, but like, in the way that siblings sometimes show up in gothic horror/gothic lit."

[rivalmelty]

listen if the existence of the book means there are an infinite number of realities then there’s at least one where fukuzawa took in the both of them and the ada was born on two pillars instead of just one

(pls do not tag as beast)

[ylge]

Khun Aguero Agnis and his loyal guard dog

No shade ver

ANYWAY, HAVE YOU SEEN THESE NEW KHUNBAM MERCHS

[heart-select]

The King, The Paramour

Mafia AU but the idea is people underestimate bilbo but it's the queen that moves most in a game of chess. Mildly inspired by "Marked Man" by TenTomatoes

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Okay, okay, I wrote some of the thing!

Give Me Some Sugar (both the title, and Kim's desperate please for something that doesn't make his soul shrivel up and die)

The first time he walks into the cafe, Chay doesn’t believe his eyes. He stops mid-sweep to stare as the leather-clad man walks up to the counter and looks up at the menu, his hands in his pockets, a tuft of glossy black hair falling across his eye. 

“Oh my god!” Chay whispers, giddy, quickly looking around to make sure no one saw his outburst before he all but runs behind the counter. 

He wais politely. 

“Hello! Welcome to our cafe, what can I get for you?”

“What do you recommend?” Wik—Wik—asks, his voice syrup smooth. 

Chay wracks his mind for everything he knows about WIK, coming up with nothing in his panic-stricken state. What does Wik like? 

Chay smiles brightly and says, “That depends on your preferences, phi. What do you like?”

A sly smile. “Anything.” 

It feels like a test. It also feels like Wik is looking at him a little closer than he should, from Chay’s blushing cheeks to his hands nervously twisting in the front of his apron, and back up, and Chay banishes that thought before it can take root and make him melt. 

“Then…” Twist, twist, twist. “I recommend a mocha. It has chocolate to balance the espresso, but it’s not too sweet.” 

“One of those, then. Please.” 

“Okay!” Chay rings him up, confirms the order, and wais in thanks for the tip. “May I have a name for the order?”

Another grin. “No.”

“O-oh. Okay!” There aren’t many people in the cafe, anyway. Then Wik is walking away, towards a table by the window, and Chay realizes he’s about to lose his one and only chance. “Oh, wait! You need to sign your receipt!” 

Wik stops. Looks over his shoulder. There’s a knowing edge around the corner of his smile that makes Chay’s face hot. “Didn’t I already? On the screen.” 

“Oh, yeah…” Chay is burning. “My mistake!” 

Wik laughs, and Chay is too busy dying of embarrassment to truly appreciate it as he hastily gets to making his drink. 

Five minutes later he carries over to Wik’s table and somehow manages not to trip over himself and spill it all over both of them. The porcelain cup and its small saucer land softly in the middle of the table, unharmed, unspilled. It’s a miracle. 

“Thank you,” Wik says with a dimpled smile that makes Chay feel all hot and gooey inside, like melted caramel drizzle, and he wais before he takes his leave. 

Chay continues to take orders and make drinks for the various patrons that come through. Surprisingly, no one else seems to recognize Wik. He blends in, keeping his head bowed over a notebook that he’s been working in since he sat down, his hair obscuring most of his face in a way that looks effortless but is no doubt intentional. Chay tries not to watch him—doesn’t want to make Wik uncomfortable, but he can’t help it. 

He looks up when a familiar song comes on over the speakers, looks at Chay, who very carefully does not look back at him. 

Just act natural, Chay tells himself. It could be worse—he could have put on the playlist that cycled through all of Wik’s songs on repeat. He saves those for slow days and closing shifts, though, when there’s no one to complain about the repetition. Playing only one of Wik’s songs in the twenty minutes he’s been in the cafe is nothing. 

Between customers, Chay continues his earlier work of cleaning, sweeping up spilled sugar and wiping down tables. Whenever he passes by Wik—never too close, he doesn’t want to intrude—he hears him humming, bobbing his head to a rhythm, pausing every so often to write in his notebook. Chay wonders if he’s working on a new song. Wonders what it’s about. Desperately wants to ask, but he doesn’t want to chase Wik away, especially when he looks so focused and comfortable. 

After another fifteen minutes or so, Wik does leave, slipping out the door without so much as a goodbye, and Chay sighs after him. Goes to clean up his table, when something catches his eye. A napkin sitting innocently on top of the now-empty cup, imprinted with neat black characters that make his heart pound. 

Chay, Next time just ask—WIK 

Chay clutches the signed napkin to his chest and screams. 

I lowkey want to write a coffee shop AU. Chay is a barista and Kim is one of his regulars who's there more often than he isn't. (Memorized Chay's schedule once he caught feelings bc stalker, just like Chay memorized the exact times Kim comes in and always makes sure to have a fresh drink waiting for him.)

It started out when Kim jokingly told Chay to surprise him with something, and grew from there. First Chay is just getting Kim's feedback on ideas for new drinks to put on the menu. He always gets the same reaction: small smile, a simple "it's good". Then Chay starts trying to get a better reaction out of him. Starts putting together some truly odd things, just to see how far Kim will let him push. He always smiles, compliments it, and drinks it all (even when he's shuddering inside. Chay once made him drink a quad espresso black, and he still hasn't recovered).

Chay is shook when he finds out Kim actually has a serious sweet tooth. His favorite drink is probably something like a caramel macchiato, or something else sweet and overly indulgent. Then Chay feels a little bit bad for all the dark coffee he kept making Kim drink, but it's okay, Kim will just have to make out with him about it.

[fosliie]

It is time to actually explain that one vague Sam and Max au! Calling it

Take me out Noir au

first off, you have to know, this au is essentially a hypothetical fanfic Sam and Max write together with their “totally not me” ocs. I feel like they’d be the kinda guys to write self fulfilling fanficfion (they’re terrible at it)

The gist is that it is a gritty noir detective drama starring Samantha and Maxine, their fem counterparts. It’s the same vibes as a noir detective pulp fiction novel in the 1950’s, so VIOLENCE!! DRAMA!! TENSION!!!

With a disheveled detective and her ex-partner turned performer/singer (with connections to the mafia..?), they often cross paths and usually end up fighting, reminiscing longingly, or a mixture of the both

[bishy437]

im so srory

[arrowheadedbitch]

Okay, hear me out. This is what I wanna see now.

Tim becomes a mafia boss under the table.

A small organization falls into his lap and he starts running it in secret, it starts growing really fast though bc let's be real, tim is running it, so he has to work harder to keep it a secret from the bats

He runs it in his civies so there is no chance of running red robin's image, but he tells all his guys that he has a bat on his payroll, he never specifies which tho so they can't try to rat on him and they'll be more wary with every bat. (He also eventually tells them that he has a super and a speedster on his "payroll" too, still not specifying which)

He ends up becoming bigger than red hood ever was without any one even knowing it's him

It's also an oddly "good" mafia, because they tend to refrain from killing, it's the best case scenario for crime in Gotham but still... who could be running it? And when will things get worse?

Also, it took down other crime people and families but not red hood's gang, it completely avoided them? Why? Every one is completely confused as to why that is the only gang the group allows.

And no one will ever find out it was all Tim unless he wants them to.

He's still better than Luthor, tho.

[d00msd4y]

Mafia au I was playing with 🤭 part two never

[jeanmoroses]

tsc social media au part 10 (!!)

can you tell this is inspired by that one gose episode

[sonikkublue]

redraw

2024 - 2025

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[missb0at]

Picture me this:

The system puts cumplane, SQH and SQQ into the same room after they died. All four do not like each other. They hate each others' fucking guts.

The system? Kind of busy prepping their new bodies and missions so it put them into waiting room limbo.

Problem: Bingge keeps breaking into said waiting room so then everyone (that includes the system) is forced to work together because who knows what will happen if this fucker gets his hands on their souls

Eventually the system panics because it got damaged from Bingge slicing reality up like it's döner and throws the four into the living world. There are problems with memories and time stuff. Like cumplane waking up as disciples or SQQ not remembering who LBH is or SQH waking up as a toddler. At some point the system recovers enough to give them a chat function and they start planning Bingge's demise

They're also gossiping about everyone and their fucking mother

[everytimewetouch-dot-mp3]

svsss mafia au where tlj lost a leg in a gang war. sxy was sent to infiltrate his organization and sneak info back to hhp, but instead she rose to genuine power in tlj’s organization and became fond of him. he knew she was a mole at first but she quickly stopped passing info along bc she was respected there in a way hhp only pretended to respect her

hhp master gets pissed to have lost his favorite plaything and starts spreading rumors that sxy’s been abducted by tlj. the two of them go into hiding when hhp and its allies start a manhunt, sxy gets pregnant, hhp manages to capture sxy and convince tlj that she led them to him.

sxy gets away but doesn’t go back to tlj bc she *doesnt* want to lead hhp to him, she has the baby, she’s killed by hhp for being a traitor. hhp convinces its allies tlj’s gang kidnapped and killed sxy, and tlj already believes that sxy betrayed him to hhp and friends.

heartbroken, tlj plans to take out hhp, but he’s ambushed by hhp + friends. cang qiong is instrumental in taking tlj down, hhp puts tlj in an abandoned mountain hideout. they torture him (costing him a leg) and leave him for dead, but carelessly (arrogantly?) don’t stick around to finish the job.

zzl rolls a nat 20 on his medicine check and saves tlj’s life, and the two of them lay low for a while. tlj deals with a fuck ton of pain for years and years and he doesn’t have the ability nor ambition to take his organization back.

and then zzl meets normal dude shen yuan who is going in for a management appointment for a chronic condition. zzl mentions that he’s been looking for help for his uncle, and sy points him toward a trial for some sort of experimental therapy that a friend of a friend of a friend is involved with.

zzl manages to get tlj into the trial and the treatment is super effective for him. he’s still got pain but it’s no longer constantly debilitating, which leads to improved mood and more activity, which leads to a desire for revenge. but he promises his cute nephew that he’ll spare the one who helped them, who zzl has learned is the younger brother of cang qiong’s second in command. so at least sy will be fine!!

[yuri-is-online]

Tsum Tsum event with Yutu where his tsum didn't get the hidden identity memo and isn't wearing a mask or a hoodie, it's just a free range Yutu out in the wild following Yuu around. No one recognizes the little guy but they see his little dorm uniform and start asking questions it's not like Yutu can really defend himself because they don't know it's him. And his tsum knows that and is rubbing all the attention its getting from Yuu in his face.

[yoinkschief]

I hope these guys explode