#juice lives au

[mocking-the-bird]

TinyTim™ was with Jason's gang for a single day and already became new king

[sleepyzukka]

I was thinking about an AU where Lu Ten lives and I was wondering if he’d be a bender or not and if so, if he would use weapons. Combustion bow. What if he carried little vials of blasting jelly and just different types of poison, like poison that could kill and paralyze. Coating blasting jelly on the arrows and setting them on fire when they reach their target and BOOM they fucking explode. I just thought it was a good idea especially if he was as good an archer as the yuyan. But yeah, I thought hey, since Zuko has a weapon, maybe other firebenders do too? I don’t know if Lu Ten would be a firebender but it makes sense, no? Sozin was, Azulon was, Ozai and Iroh are, Azula and Zuko are, Iroh ll is a firebender too soo. Chances are Lu Ten would be a bender. But I digress.

[seeminglydark]

Caro, once again, getting the squad into trouble. Their parents always make them be something pretty for their Halloween birthday parties, sweet sixteens no exception. Lucky for them Sully, Dee and Georgie take great offense to not being invited (obviously Caro’s folks aren’t gonna allow the town troublemakers to attend their precious child’s big event) and scheme to spirit them away for a real Halloween night of petty crime and trick or treating. Who better for a little angel to celebrate with than three of the Original Bad Boys?

Caro and company are from my comics Mil-liminal and Prom Night!

[twetterbirdy]

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[ceramicwings]

[c0gito]

Nobody move.. What if the Sheep had a coming of age ceremony that was more like a bonfire dance party, since they worshipped The One Who Waits it’d be obviously themed around death and kinda ‘preparing the young’ so when they do die they are accepted through the Gateway…

So it’s the Lamb’s coming of age ceremony/party with lots of singing and bonfire dancing when heretics track down their flock (family and friends) and slaughter them all…

The Lamb will forever blame themselves, how dare they turn of age, how dare they partake in a tradition they make the first doctrine at their cult…

[puntastic-artist]

Meet Spiced Plum Cookie! JamJam Cookie's Dad! He was the brother of Mulled Juice Cookie, helped ran Choco Mud Town's Navy, and was Caviar's right hand man (He was a little more than that too)

He and his brother didn't really get along that well due to conflicting interests.

Unfortunately Spiced Plum is no longer here, and Caviar misses him

A lot

JamJam Cookie's slowly forgetting what he looks like too and unfortunately can't remember a lot about his Dad

I'll tell you guys about Ghost Pepper Cookie later :)

But for now take this!

[piningpercussionist]

Template by @juni38

Im going to be completely frank with you all... and admit that I read these options and wasn't sure how to take this chart,,, so uh. Under the cut is Another Version. I'd apologize but I've given you the option to keep scrolling ¯\_(･･)_/¯

(If you notice characters missing on Kim's side, I probably figured she doesn't know who they are lol)

For the record,,, if they *wanted* me to pull their hair-- *is shot several times before I can continue*

Uhh Matthew is here because I have been converted fully on he/him or enby lesbian Matthew I think. He lives in my brain rent free now, very gender. I'd pull his hair but also I think he mostly just deserves to have it played with nicely.

And Scott's here because 1) I enjoy trans Scott, 2) Kim Pine Brain Rot possibly, 3) idk he's like,, the exception. God damnit, I've fallen for the inexplicable Scott Pilgrim Effect. What the fuck--

I did think about doing this chart like everyone was actually applicable to my tastes, but even if they were I think the ones I didn't put up would have to fall on the caress side bc I just don't feel that way abt them lol.

Again, not to say that's the case for the gals over on that side,,, I just think I would want to be gentle w them shxkdjsdhbd with the exception for Lynette who probably deserves to have her hair pulled, but again I fear she would Hurt Me,,, but maybe in a fun way,,,

Anyway No One Look At Me....

(,, also,,, Ramona is so far over bc I think she would enjoy it,, otherwise she'd be closer to Kim in that section. Same thing w Roxie)

If anyone actually looks at this version, I'm not opposed to doing a version like this for Kim btw! Just ask for it so I feel like I'm not just Dropping This and scurrying away

[serendipnpipity]

*in reference to THIS post*

[doyouknowthemossinman]

I need just a little piece I'll take anything Give me something to hold on to

i wouldn’t normally put lyrics and make it all nice and formatted and pretty for just a sketch but this scene and this song go SO well together and i didn't even know i loved this song until i saw it live!!! also i drew this like a week ago

[gumpistol]

🛒 or 🎮 (or both<3)

🛒 - His last 3 4 purchases

- 48 oz. bottle of Sunsweet prune juice - 6 pcs delicious dino nugget plush set with adorable dinosaur organizer - “don't quit” cute kitten motivational poster - first-aid Barbie sterile bandaids - 100 ct.

🎮 - The last 3 games he played

- fortnite - mario kart 8 deluxe - pokémon sword

  �� ❝ the poster was for my friend. ❞

  his friend being a certain over-worked, over-stressed E.R. surgical resident. outside of training, sometimes Luffy has too much time and a mysterious amount of never-ending money on his hands. 

   ❝ you can't eat those dino nuggets by the way. they're not real. ❞

    he means it. he's being very serious. 

         don't eat them. 

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐊!! / from @kaizokugaris

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

I want to scream just saw your response and it was so cutee 😭😭😭 him lulling both of us to sleep is so cute😭😭 I don’t want to send him back to the see I know that I usually write fluff ask for this au but what if the reader has to move somewhere WITH NO SEA like Sweden bc if their work 😭😭😭 they would never be able to see each other and I am extra sad for the reader bc nobody would be as good as Suguru he would ruin their love life forever 🌙

HEHE I’M SO GLAD U THOUGHT IT WAS CUTE <33 i think mer!sugu would sing u to sleep all the time!! it’s his love language …….

but 😭😭 my sweet 🌙 anon …. how could u do this to me…… reader moving from mer!sugu’s beach would be sooo heartbreaking :((( if they moved anywhere he could follow i feel like he would, but if it was somewhere too dry for mer!sugu to live at i’d be so sad :’3 …. sigh. for my own mental health i’m just not gonna think abt that LMAO but it’s a very tasty angst scenario……. AND YES SUGU RLLY WOULD RUIN THEIR LOVE LIFE silly hot fish man is the new standard…. no other person could make them as happy 😔😔😔

in return for the treat i’ll offer u an angst thought of my own …. >:3 ok so. i imagine that merfolk age differently than humans right…. as for mer!sugu i feel like he’s around the same age as reader (probably a lil older mentally but physically the same)…….. but he would definitely outlive them :(( and i keep thinking abt that!! how tragic it is. mer!sugu would treasure their memory so dearly though… maybe there’s an intricate burying ritual for merfolk that he’d follow? like. collecting their bones and burying them by the beach… or down in the deep sea….. or maybe he makes a necklace with some pieces of their skeleton and wears it. so he always keeps a piece of them with him. Kinda Fucked Up but it’s a merfolk thing ok just roll w it 😭😭 they’re sinister creatures but also very devoted….

idk just. mer!sugu grieving reader for as long as he lives without them…. the idea of that makes me so so sad. imagine him swimming up to the surface when the moon looks the same as it did when they first met…… shedding a tear or two before returning to sea……. and his tears end up turning into a myriad of sea glass, covering the beach in green and blue and purple…….. or so the folktale goes <3 yeahhhh i just like the idea of their love story becoming a local fairy tale decades after reader has passed. it’s so bittersweet … T—T

sigh i got carried away again. tysm as always for chatting w me 🌙 anon!!! <33 i don’t think my heart can handle thinking abt mer!sugu angst…. i just want him to be pouty and cute all the time……… :(((

[darkwater-reservoir]

Soft

Pairing: tsv/tucker

Rating: G

Summary: This takes place in an AU where tsv survives the fall from the ship. Tucker provides Tsv with company as he heals from his injuries.

Tucker runs his hand through his friend's hair; its greasy and matted from the weeks of neglect, but Tucker doesn't mind. Tyler hums and melts into the touch. "That doesn't hurt does it? The medic said you got a concussion and-"

"It feels amazing, Tucker. If anything it makes the headache more bearable. You worry about me too much."

Tucker huffed. "I worry because you should be dead right now! You fell from a fucking spaceship after blowing it up! The medic said it was a fucking miracle you even survived!"

Tyler winced as he laughed. "Ok, fair point, but at least it gives us more time to hang out. No We The People, no strobes, clean water, good doctors and we have a steady supply of food." Tucker frowned. "You're confined to a hospital bed right now due to your injuries."

"Compared to being dead?" Tyler raised a brow. Tucker sighed. He had a point. They'd all been through so much shit lately. Tyler being confined to a hospital bed for a few weeks is probably the most optimal outcome for everything thats happened. Besides it also allowed the two of them to spend more time with eachother since Tucker volunteered to help take care of him while he healed. The medics couldn't focus all their resources on one guy after all, even if he was basically a post-apocalyptic celebrity.

Tyler looked at Tucker and sighed, a soft smile creeping across his face. "Thank you."

Tucker blinked. "For what?"

"For being here. For putting up with me and staying with me for so long. I can't say that many people in my life have done that." Tucker smiled. "I could say the same thing about you." Tucker moved his hand from Tyler's hair to his cheek, gently stroking it with his thumb. Tyler closed his eyes. "When did you start being so soft?"

Tucker chuckled, remembering the conversation Tyler was referencing. "When did you stop?"

Tyler grinned and a fuzzy warm feeling bloomed in Tucker's chest. God he loved this man so much.

"Ahem."

The two men's attention shifted to the entrance of the room where the medic stood with his arms crossed in the doorway. "You two love birds done? I need to do another blood test on TSV." Tucker quickly retracted his hand, his face flushed. "We weren't-! We aren't lovebirds. We were just-"

"Oh please. Save the excuses for everyone else. Don't think that I don't see you two always making goo goo eyes at eachother. You two can flirt more in a bit when I'm done."

Tucker opened his mouth to protest, but just sighed. He wasn't going to be able to convince the medic of anything. "Text me when he's done, Ok Ty?" Tyler gave him a thumbs up. "You got it boss."

Tucker stood outside the medical office with his head in his hands. Christ, he was hopeless.

[willowser]

sometimes i get the urge to write the biggest au's for no reason LOL

[pxper-riings]

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[yanderenightmare]

TW: implied nsfw, implied noncon/dubcon, poly yanderes, sprained ankle, captive reader, apocolypse au, talk of fertility, murder of unnamed characters, mentions of potentially killing reader

fem reader

Just thinking about the apocalypse, the two army men who’ve long survived it in their shelter with barely any trouble, and then you, a poor girl trying hard to outrun your last captives only to run into them.  

You didn’t realize back then that it was like trading piranhas for sharks, too caught up in begging for their aid to think better of it. You should have just kept running, but your ankle was sprained badly, maybe even broken, and you were wearing so little you would most likely have died from the cold during the night if they hadn’t taken you in.

It seems unfair of them to have kept the giant bunker all to themselves, only the two of them, but you don’t judge. You would likely have kept it all to yourself as well.

This new world has bred new humans, and they’re all monsters. It’s honestly quite surprising they’d even let you in, given this is what they’re protecting, this sanctuary from the past, a comfort most people would kill their closest friend in exchange for.

Trust is all but dead, and so is honor or any other morality—you would know, you’ve lived out there for it all, only having survived by spreading your legs at the right moments. It’s a shameful tactic, and many times, you’ve wondered if it wouldn’t have been better to spare yourself and just die. What was the purpose?

This—you think. This must be it. They have showers and working hot water.

You don’t know how it’s possible—the original owners of the shelter must have been some type of millionaire. You haven’t had a warm shower since the world went to shit—years ago. It’s been a choice of waiting for rain or finding a lake, hoping it wasn’t rancid. Meanwhile, they have soap—scented soap, the lush kind you’d forgotten existed. It feels so nice you have to cry—rejoice—sobbing while lathering yourself, watching all the filth go down the drain, leaving you smooth-skinned once again for the first time in forever. You can’t remember having ever been so clean before, feeling reborn.

They have fresh clothes for you too—new socks and underwear, all clean fabrics, so much more than what you wore—pants, a shirt, and a sweater to keep warm. You didn’t know there still existed people who lived like the old days—you’d thought it was long gone, a bittersweet dream you sometimes have the pleasure of at night instead of the usual nightmares. Never had you thought you’d experience anything even remotely similar, but here you are—looking yourself in the mirror after so long, surprised to see a human looking back at you.

And they feed you. Not scraps, not leftovers, not rot, or days-old flesh from the last successful hunt—but freshly baked bread, vegetables, fruit—for fuck’s sake, they even have juice. You cry again while eating, and then you find yourself begging them again, “Please, let me stay—please, I’ll do anything. I can cook, clean, work—anything at all, I can do it, just please let me stay…”

You’re on your knees, forehead pressed to the heated metal floors—toasty and comforting, you think you could sleep better than ever right there.

“We’ll think about it,” one of them mutters as he gathers the plates. His voice was so harsh he might as well have said, not a chance. It’s clear by his frown that he’d rather send you right out again, leave you to the monsters.

“We’ll at least let you stay until your ankle heals, so don’t worry.” The other is more sympathetic, helping you up. “For now, let’s get you to bed. You must be exhausted.”

It hadn’t crossed your mind that they’d have beds—actual real soft downy mattresses and duvets and pillows. The two of you help make it together. It feels so foreign that you wonder if you might have died earlier. Some years back, you wouldn’t have thought heaven would resemble a prison cell, but now it only made sense—safe metal walls and a bed. What more could one possibly want in the world?

“I’ll wrap your leg for you if you sit.” He holds out a bandage roll, gesturing to your ankle.

Blinking, you can’t even register what he’d just offered until he’s getting down on his knees before you.

You panic, then. Bandages are hard to come by—it hardly seems worth it. “There’s no blood, you shouldn’t waste it—”

“It’ll heal better and faster this way,” he adds reassuringly. His voice is so soft and compelling that you find yourself sitting down without further quarrel, even when it makes you feel spoiled.

He’s gentle with you—holding you steady while wrapping it just tightly enough to be supportive. There hasn’t been a man who’s touched you like it.

“Does that feel okay?”

You can barely tell he’s talking to you. It’s all so lost on you that you can only wordlessly nod your head.

He fastens it just as carefully before standing. “Is there anything else you might need?”

You shake your head just as wordlessly. You can’t believe how nice he’s being. It makes no sense at all. Not in this world. Not anymore.

“I’m sorry, but I’m gonna have to lock the door,” he apologizes with a sheepish look once standing on the threshold.

You’d been stuck thinking about how warm the room was, trying to remember a single time you hadn’t been freezing during the night. “That’s okay, I understand,” you say. After all, what’s a locked door in comparison?

“Good,” he smiles—it’s likely the kindest smile you’ve ever seen. “Alright then, good night.”

Once again, you’re left stunned. The last time you’d heard those words spoken must have been from a loved one long since dead. It makes your lip wobble again as you say it back, “Good night.”

It's strange—they could have left you for dead but didn’t. They don’t seem gullible—they can’t be if they’ve managed to protect this place for so long—but you suppose there still exist men who have a soft spot in their hearts for helpless damsels in distress.

As you sink into the comfort, draping your duvet atop your battered body, you don’t even care about the camera in the ceiling—blinking red while watching you.

“Did you have to bandage her up?” he grumbles as the other walks into the bedroom after having said his goodnights to you. 

He’s already in bed, observing through the cameras on a tablet—you were currently curling into the duvet, wrapping it around you close for comfort. You’d likely not slept on anything so soft in a while—it wouldn’t surprise him if you preferred the floor. But no, you drift asleep quite quickly.

“You know how badly things can heal without proper support,” the other answers, regarding it as no big deal. “And besides, it’s not like we often need it—we have plenty to spare.”

He removes his clothes and crawls onto the bed as well, lifting the covers to slot himself right next to the other man, who still has a scowl on his face.

“Oh, come on…” he drawls. “She’s exactly what we’ve been talking about, isn’t she?”

The grump doesn’t answer, still with keen eyes watching you, even as you’ve fallen asleep—as if waiting for you to do something befitting a wild animal in a cage. The other’s eyes fall to the screen as well, but he only awes in delight.

“Look at her, already fast asleep,” he purrs while zooming in on your face. “I mean, did you see how she was begging earlier, what she said? I’d do anything,” he continues, almost whining. “So cute, I could have fucked her right then and there.”

The other man sets the tablet aside with a disagreeing sigh. “We’ll wait at least a week for her system to detoxify from the wasteland,” he says strictly. “I’m not touching her before then, and neither are you unless you want to sleep alone.”

The other groans then, flopping down on his back. “Yeah, yeah, you and your safety protocols,” he dismisses before a smirk creeps up his face, glee twinkling in his eyes as he looks up at his grouchy counterpart. “But then we keep her, right?”

“Tch—we don’t even know if she’s fertile. The wasteland could have made her barren as long as she’s been out there,” the other shuffles down into the sheets as well, turning to look at his partner and the awfully keen look on his face.

“So we test her. Give her a medical check,” he says, again as if it’s not a problem, even when it very well could turn out to be.

They’ve already broken quarantine rules by letting you in here—and who knows what your real objectives truly are.

“I don’t trust her,” he states.

The other pouts. “I don’t see what one little lady can do—she’s hardly a threat. And we already purged the group that was following her. I doubt any of them made it out alive.”

True, he had gone out and sent several gas grenades into the settlement. Surely, none of them managed to escape, but then again—

“Pest control only works when you kill them all, and we’ve just let one inside our own house,” he grumbles.

The other one sighs. “Okay, so if it turns out she isn’t as cute as she looks, we’ll deal with her like the rest. But if I’m right, and she really is just a harmless little thing, we keep her, and I get to have the first go.”

Suppose there isn’t anything better to do aside from killing you straight away, which would only have been a waste of food, water, clothes, and bandages. 

“Fine.”

The other grins at the agreeance, humming, “I guess until then, we’ll just have to make do with each other—I've been hard since we watched her shower.” He leans forward for contact but is shut down as his bedmate rolls around with his back turned to him.

“Tch—take care of it yourself.” Tonight has been too stressful to tug each other’s dicks. 

He can hear him whine behind him, but he settles down soon enough.

Suppose it would be nice fucking a woman again. It’s been so many years he figured he wouldn’t need it anymore. They’ve made do with each other so far. But even he can’t deny, once you’d washed all the blood and muck off, once he saw the dewy hue of your soft skin and the silk of your hair, all those plush curves, and not to mention that awfully sweet look on your face—he felt the tug in his pants too.

He'll do a medical check on you tomorrow. He hopes you’re fertile. But even if you’re not, he might give in to the other’s wishes and keep you anyway. After all, they might have many luxuries, but the comfort of pussy is one they haven’t had in a long, long, long time.

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