#just the beginning to a new au

[tatck]

Vagabond Comic 1/6 - Next

[neon-virus]

Inspired from this-

first part here

[ohitslen]

College (uni??) AU catering to my own interests as it should always be hehe :)

[sugarsweetvirgo]

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Trust

A glimpse into Eve and Kaiba's slow and very shaky start into a relationship, along with how Eve acquired her favorite choker.

[saucywendeee]

If spawn adventurer Astarion met a non Tav Seraphina after the events of BG3 - New Beginnings AU

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

✯𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟?✯

Notes: So like... @mjtheartist04's Little Red Riding AU, amiright??? 👀 This is just a little gift for my pookie 😚🫶🏻 gotta say this one's pulling me out of a writers block, so thanks for having such a clever dream, 'Jay!! 🩶❤️🩶

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"I don't believe in fairytales, Genya." Rika stated with a mear shrug, her eyes leaving the young innkeeper as she glances back at the picture etched into the aged paper of a wolf, baring its large teeth at a little girl cowering against a tree deep into dark woods. She closes the burgundy leather clad book, setting it back down atop the dark oak front desk that Genya had tapping his finger against, the tapping in sync with his anxious leg bobbing, causing small whines to leave the old floorboards.

He only grunts in response, his jaw taught as he almost seemed to be grinding his teeth behind his tight lips. It wasn't new to Rika about his behavior, but something about it of all nights felt... Off.

"What? Don't believe in the Big, Bad Wolf?" Genya stated - almost genuine, and Rika would have considered it so if it weren't for the slightly raising of his brows that implicated his comment was supposed to be taken with humor.

Rika returned it with a grin splaying across her lips, bringing a hand up to the end of her crimson colored hood, tugging at it like one would tipping a hat, the action causing some of her Prussian hair to fall at her shoulders from where it had been hidden behind the vibrant fabric. "If that were true, I wouldn't have a job, now would I?" She strides across the room, not leaving Genya's train of eyesight - both not daring to break it just yet.

"To say The Big Bad Wolf would be insinuating the folks around this village believe we're dealing with a Werewolf problem which, of course, is ridiculous." Rika says, Genya tilting his head ever so slightly, eyes squitning just a tad, as though he wasn't curious by the theory, but almost offended.

"Even then, the problem is as obvious as finding the difference between water and wine." Rika gives a lopsided grin, leaning a window at the front of the dimly lit inn.

"Sheep and other wildlife disappearing or found mangled is a simple conclusion: it's just a pack of hungry wolves - actual wolves, I mean. And they just need to be relocated or taken care of."

She turns to the window, using two of her fingers to pry open the dark fusia curtains, just enough to take a peek outside and see her horse chewing at a few weeds that had crept from a few floorboards beneath near the stone streets. For some reason, she didn't feel comfortable on the idea of leaving him out there any longer, wanting to get him to a stable soon before the sun had fully set in only a few minutes.

"Look at that moon... It's beautiful tonight." Rika spoke, her voice a little softer now, dual colored eyes trained on the full pale beauty in the night sky, glistening against her iris’s of blue and pink. "Wven in the dark of night, something about their always being a light, even behind murky clouds... It makes you feel safe, doesn't it?"

"Funny." Genya spits bitterly, his voice breathy and muttered - but Rika caught the venom, almost feeling as though it was aimed at her. "It's funny what the moon does to people." He finishes after a second of silence, now seeing he had Rika’s attention.

Genya's execcent tapping against the counter came to a halt as his nail dug into the carvings, making a small squeaking noise at the traction of his nail splintering into it. He pulls away from it, trudging toward where Rika once was, eyes trained on the book, his buckled boots dragging across the floor, making a noise that didn't bring comfort to Rika, her brows furrowing.

"For most, it brings comfort, a feeling of safety," he picked it up, flipping through the pages, his fingers skimming along the assorted jumble of paragraphs and such, matched with pictures and depictions- his dark eyes lingering on a picture of a man, almost in aogny as his body began to morph into a clawed, fanged, yellow-eyed beast.

"For others, it's a curse, an omen, a warning... For people like me." He snaps the book shut with a feirce 'crack!' As the pages collided shut once more- earning a little flinch from Rika, who had now forgotten her attention on the sky outside, and kept her cautious gaze on the man in front of her.

"Genya... You're scaring me." She speaks, her voice faltering ever so slightly to prove that point, but she still kept her ground, finding her hand slowly making its way toward the hilt of her weapon, hidden behind her cloak.

"I know."  Genya bluntly confirms, finally standing to his full height instead of hunched over the table. Something about him made him almost look taller now. "I can hear your panicked breathing."

The statement had already set enough alarm bells off in Rika’s head, enough for her to start backing away from her close friend- which she immediately regretted, cause Genya must've taken it as a challenge, and with each step she took backwards, he took a step forward.

"What good ears you have." Rika would have said it in a sarcastic dry tone if it weren't for the tremor in her voice, keeping her vocals to a mere mumble.

The pit in her stomach grew deeper and steeper with each step, unable to tear her eyes from Genya, almost in fear that if she did, he'd take that chance and jump at her. Hell. She didn't even want to blink. She felt so... Hunted.

"The better to hear your pretty little heart racing with."

In that moment, watching the cautious steps he took, the way his body almost hunched like an animal hiding in bushes and trees, his eyes trained and laser focused, not a sound coming from him other than his voice. He was like an animal stalking.

And she was prey.

"I can see it too. See your heart pounding in your ribcage... I can see it all." His eyes were like empty sockets, nothing but a blazing gold in place of iris’s that put the dim candlelight in the Inn to shame.

"W-what good eyes you have." Again, Rika stated, and with each one, she was beginning to see a side of Genya she knew she wasn't supposed to see. As a matter of fact, one she was supposed to ever find out about.

"The better to gaze at that face of yours morph into fear." Genya explained almost subtly, like it was passing conversation, his voice low and quiet - different from his usual behavior and mannerism. Rika didn't like it. This wasn't Genya. This wasn't her Genya.

It only took one final step before Rika felt the sensation of the wall, and the pit in her stomach formed so large that she was surprised it hadn't swallowed her whole. The beating in her chest started to sound louder, thundering in her ears so hard in almost hurt. The grip on her weapon stayed firm- but that's where it stayed, her body almost frozen with fear and defeat, leaving her unable to draw put and ready herself for the ever coming attack.

And now, finally unable to escape, she watched helplessly as Genya got closer - painfully slow in doing so, as if he was enjoying the sight as she realized she was cornered and unable to run. Not this time.

His lips curled into something sinister, all teeth and no smile, suddenly, pearly white fangs on display, prodding from his dark gums, his jaw tense and causing the muscles along his neck and collarbone to strain.

"W... What big teeth you have." Rika swallowed thickly, her throat feeling suddenly dry, her body both hot and cold as a sweat begins forming on the back of her neck, and a chill slithers up her spine, like daggers drawing into her skin. Her face was hot, and she thanked heaven above it was too dark to see the red shade her skin had began to become.

At this point, Genya is already too close for comfort. His now clawed hands were splayed out at each side of her face, his face far enough Rika begin could examine the new features starting to become apparent under the moonlight still creeping through the sliver of opened curtains... But he was close enough she could hear the low growl emiting from his throat with his slow rise and fall of his chest.

Genya opened his mouth as though to finish this little banter of words between them, but he simply laughs, a low, slow laugh, his head lolling to the side as he brings his face close to the side of her own, his almost manelike hair tickling against her tan skin, causing goosebumps to ripple along her shoulder.

He brings his hand down from where it was perched, his knuckle barely brushing against her cheek, the cold meeting her warmth was enough to even make him shudder. Tugging a long strand of her dark hair from where it was hidden behind her pointed ear, playing with the strand between his fingers.

"Now that you believe it," He starts, his voice gravelly and low, animalistic, something she hadn't heard out of him before. "Tell me something, Rika..." His breath was hot against her ear, making her hiss ever so slightly between her teeth, trying to cock back from the feeling, but only making contact with his other arm, caging her in.

"Are you scared of the Big, Bad Wolf?"

[spotaus]

Fun awful doodle I did of New Age Nightmare and Error last night immediately after I posted their refs.

[20001541]

baby afo would've never given his mother a moment of peace if she had raised him. he would've been one of those babies that tries to tear down the door when the mother wants to go to the restroom for three minutes. only he's a baby that has the power to so mom just watches him melt the door and walk in asking to be carried.

look at him, you can tell he would've been a whole menace to raise

[formerlycookierunauprompts]

I feel like Golden Cheese and Golden Butter would get along.

Something along the lines about Goldie's toybox looking like it's made of gold but it's primarily made mostly of butter is astounding.

I feel like the toybox would have a lot of soft yellows and other things like that. But another thing I think they'd get along with is mainly because of how they can both create things, with Golden Cheese creating from the earth and Goldie simply just, creating.

either way, girlboss besties.

[destructive-delight]

How would you rank the bsd light novels?

i haven’t read the most recent ones (in part because i’m fighting with amazon to actually ship them to me since i made the questionable choice to collect all bsd media in english while living in a country that does not have english as an official language and importing shit was already annoying before all of the bullshit and that’s yet another mistake i have to live with) it’s also been a while since i read them and unfortunately my opinion on at least one character has taken a nosedive since then, which might change things after a reread, but as of right now my raking goes as follows:

1.dark era

2.beast

3.55 minutes

4.dazai’s entrance exam

5.fifteen

6.untold origins

7.dead apple

8.stormbringer

4 and 5 are pretty much interchangeable (but i think entrance exam was done dirtier by the anime, so it gets the higher spot).

2 and 3 are very close too. i love the beast universe, i love the angst of it all, i love characters who destroy themselves to achieve their goals (usually it’s dig-two-graves type revenge stories, but destroying oneself for another person is a close second; that’s also why i love higurashi no naku koro ni gou), so beast just ticks all the boxes for me, but i do enjoy 55 minutes as a story more. it’s more exciting! dramatic! the oh shit moment before time travel enters the building!! trashcan dazai is there!! also lore! LORE!!!

in the end beast ekes it out because odazai was my first bsd otp and is still in my top 3 and this ranking is negative percent objective. i’m not ranking with my brain, in fact i’m not ranking at all, i’m just transcribing the whispers coming from deep within the abyss that resides where my heart was supposed to be. and the abyss loves to see. dazai. suffer.

[celestialpaperhaze]

Me: You know what, I’m gonna write something good tonight, it’s been awhile!

What I do instead of writing:

[banancrumbs]

tell me you’re down and you can bet no one is above you

[bardicious]

Poor, La'an. 😭😭😭Wish I could see more main universe Kirk, but honestly Paul Wesley catches all facets of Kirk's character and I really love that. The writers also obviously just really love TOS? There's so many references to the OG show and explanations to why au!kirk says some of what he says.

"I'm from space" he's literally from space in this au, lmao. The whole lack of understanding of old earth culture, because he grew up in a world where he couldn't even fathom a sunrise and even less interactions with earth-like planets. Like, goddamn. But underneath it all he's still Kirk. <3 Love him.

Hell, the episode even follows a classic Kirk falls in love episode. But the main character is the love interest and she's hella in depth. Fucking perfect.

[tennessoui]

pretty pleaseeeee ill take any crumbs from the counselling au 🥺🥺 (also love the new kofi as always vos at the crime scene)

the next chapter of the couples counseling au is going to be the one where they're instructed to hold hands!! and the counselor tells them to try to treasure little intimacies (ie. cooking together, holding hands, listening to the same song at the same time, napping together)

but also because it's told from anakin's pov it's going to involve more padmé - specifically padmé being justifiably hurt that she was once again waiting for anakin

it's gonna be interesting i think trying to write this chapter and strike a different tone than a more perfect union, when both padmés are upset about the same thing and both anakins have the same priorities (obi-wan first). it's just that couples counseling au anakin is less stupid but more oblivious almost - he's not going to come to the realization as quickly that he's in love with obi-wan, and no one's gonna handhold him through it. in all, it's a much more serious tone than a more perfect union of course, but there are enough similarities (basically 'kit's corner on a fall of anidala and rise of obikin in story format' that i'm probably going to struggle a little bit to keep the tone right in couples counseling au

[differenteagletragedy]

Could we have a part 2 for the emotionally negligent and abusive parents? Sort of AU. But specifically in step 3, the MC opening up to Baxter for the first time while baking cupcakes or maybe after the cafe incident? :D (sleepy Baxter is adorable, I love him AAAA)

Oh no ouch :(

-- Ok, let's do after the cafe incident. You'd told him that you could spend time together that day, but it would have to be early because you had plans with your family, and he didn't want to push it to another day because he was so excited to see you, so he made the morning date.

-- But this time around you're dreading the family time, not excited about it. But Baxter doesn't know the situation yet, or if he does he just knows very vague info.

-- So Sleepy Baxter attacks, all that happens. It IS adorable. You were happy to get to spend some time with him ahead of the sure-to-be horrendous rest of the day, but seeing him all sleepy and confused and precious was an extra little treat. You make it to the cafe, he's all focused on his own self-loathing for not being a morning person (Baxter please allow yourself to be a human being).

-- He forgets his wallet, gets upset about it, you cover him, he's in a bad mood, all normal.

-- Then you get back to the neighborhood, he parks in his usual spot and you both get out. The bad part of the day is about to start, the part that was supposed to be good WAS good but took a turn, so maybe you're a little anxious, however that presents itself.

-- As much as Baxter is hardwired at this point to criticize himself and lean into all that, he notices that you're acting off. He apologizes again for everything, but you can't stand him thinking so little of himself, and the idea that he'd think your current mood was because he overslept and made you pay a couple of bucks for a coffee for him was just not gonna fly.

-- So you tell him, standing there in the street, what's going on. That spending the day with your family isn't going to be fun, that usually you and your parents just sort of avoid each other but being in close quarters with them, pretending to be a happy little unit despite what really goes on at home is going to be miserable. He is all ears, rapt attention. Totally forgets the wallet thing, because what's important is you.

-- He knows exactly how it feels, to have to pretend like that, how it feels when the people who are supposed to love and care for you the most simply don't. There's a little voice in his head, telling him not to get too close because he knows how he's going to leave. It's trying to tell him to make things light, to offer general sympathies, to be polite but at a distance.

-- But you're sad in the same way that he's been sad so many times, and he just can't. So instead he listens. He wouldn't want to take over the conversation by talking about his own similar problems, but he'd let you know he relates, and if you wanted to talk about that more then he would. He wouldn't bare his soul or anything, but he'd let you in on this, because there are little moments throughout the summer where he'll give in to what he really wants, which is to be close to you, and not at a safe distance. This is one of those moments.

-- He might try to get you out of it. If you were down for it, he'd help you make up an excuse, he'd even call your parents for you to weave whatever tale you came up with. But if you thought it would be better to just get it over with, then he understands. He'll ask you if you want to come over when you get back home.

-- When you're gone, he's a mess. You're already in an established relationship -- one that you both know is just for the summer, but still. He knows he's going to cut ties when he leaves, that's just the way it's going to go, there aren't any other options for that. So how close is too close now? Where's the line of being too supportive, too boyfriend-y? Should he pull back? Would that be worse? He knows you don't have anyone else who understands what this is like, so would it be better to have that kind of support while he's here, or would that just make it cruel when he ultimately pulls away?

-- By the time you do get home that night, Baxter is exhausted. He didn't sleep much the night before, and he'd been so in his head the entire time you were gone. He wanted to be the guy that does the right thing, but he doesn't think he's capable of it.

-- Still, when you walk over at the end of the day and knock on his door, he's ready to welcome you inside. You can talk more, and he'll listen. As much as he considered it, when you're right there in the moment, either visibly upset, trying to hold it together or just resigned to the situation, he can't do it, he can't put you at a distance.

-- Before you leave for the night, he'll let you know that his door is always open, all while that little voice is begging him to stop. But he won't -- his door is always open, whenever you need it..

[bonefall]

Okay I’m fixated on this too much, but how do they know Tom’s soul is gone? Do they see it being eaten? Imagine existing as a ghost for one second after being crunched just to get eaten again

They don't! Only Clear Sky was there when One Eye ate Tom, and he probably didn't stick around to the end of the gruesome ordeal.

One Eye said something about the taste of his soul, and Skystar knew something was very wrong. It clicked, in that moment, that One Eye wasn't here to bring him power. Or the revenge he wanted against all the cats who had humiliated him, and 'killed his cats' at the First Battle.

He was being fattened up for slaughter. And that's when he decided he needed to work with the others, to get rid of the threat he'd invited into the forest.