#killing stalking au

[spitinsideme]

I need more comedy horror au pomni or I will die of thirst

ragatha and her great wall of pomni which sje admirws every day

(comedy horror au)

[porcelana-r0ta]

I literally never planned to do anything more with my one shot of Wes being a Wayne Enterprises intern but the thought of Tim Drake and Wes Weston being friends (if not boyfriends) scratches my brain so perfectly like they could really be out here being stalker buddies 💙

Like,,

Tim, looking at a surveillance pic of a masked villain who robbed WE: (trying to be unsuspicious) the Bats really need to figure out who this new villain is and take him down >:(

Wes, who saw the villain's civilian persona for 0.5 seconds while on a Batbucks run: oh yeah I know him his name is Darry and he likes mocha fraps with a chocolate wall but also his card declined so that was sad :/ wonder he's robbing Wayne Enterprises

Tim, under his breath: I love you and I'll always make sure you get home safely after your shift

Wes: what?

Tim: I said that as my intern I need you to get me a Death Wish coffee

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Just had the thought that color probably would not tell the first killer much about the epic sanses or the abyss team at first, like, in the first few years. Specifically due to Stage 2.

Even when Killer breaking and entering into Color’s apartment when he’s gone eventually becomes obvious and Killer starts showing up unexpectedly and uninvited but when colors there now (stalking ass), he still doesn’t know where color actually lives.

He can guess it’s the omega timeline, possibly. imagine the mind games these two play, killer subtly trying to gain trust and fish for information that could be useful to him or to nightmare, color trying to help and get to know (and get through to) killer while trying to avoid giving anything away.

anyway color being aware he’s taking a dangerous risk with someone like killer and deciding to be smart about it. hiding information on the souls, core frisk, the omega timeline, his friends and their locations—until he’s certain he can actually trust stage 2 with this information. Encouraged by killer in Stage 1 as well.

he will probably reasonably keep someone in the omega timeline updated and aware of his going ons, likely epic and delta, just in case something ever happens to him. but I doubt he’d allow them to visit his apartments out somewhere in various aus. he doesn’t need killer (and by extension nightmare) knowing their names or what they look like, or leaving stuff around for killer to see and find in his apartment.

[naffeclipse]

Just realizing that the fact that there exists an “Angel Eyes” Eclipse implies the existence of either a more foreboding or comically innocent version of him called “Devil Eyes”

oh, Lumi, you just unleashed something devasting

As entertaining as a detective Eclipse would be, innocent and way in over his head when it comes to dealing with a mob boss Y/N who just so happens to find him devilishly handsome and too clever for his own good, I'm thinking of something worse than a mob boss.

As a young rookie cop, you are attempting to put out so many fires in the city. The crime rate is abysmal. The politicians are running on fumes and bribes. The police force is barely hanging on through constant corruption. Animatronics are still considered inhuman, unalive, objects to be owned and used, and disposed of. You're hoping that the laws declaring animatronic rights will pass soon.

Murders happen every single day in a city racked with gangs, crime lords, and thieves. You and a few other officers are tasked with dealing with a particular crime scene. It's not unusual for a politician to get assassinated, but there's something particularly brutal about the killing that sits in your stomach wrong—there was blood everywhere.

Then another important person gets knocked off, the carnage grisly and crimson, then another, and another. You can't shake how savage the murders are.

High-ranking officials start having you and other cops stand as bodyguards, taking them where they need to go, standing outside their meeting doors and on the street of their homes at night.

The killings keep happening. You learn of police officers who were standing watch were gutted, too. Slained just as well as the intended target.

You do your job, but you don't like it. You became a cop to help the city. This wasn't what you had in mind, much less babysitting powerful and possibly corrupted individuals that you despise.

That's how you confront him.

Late one evening, sitting in a squad car with a fellow policeman, you two keep each other awake with small talk until you hear the faintest scream. You both take off, and you take the back of the house. When you enter the gauche kitchen, there's a cook animatronic knocked to the ground. You stop to speak to the poor robot, her optics fuzzy until you offer a helping hand and get her back onto her wheels.

Before you can send her somewhere safe, a cold shudder rolls down your spine, as if someone were walking on your grave. You whirl around to find a towering figure at the far end of the room, dark and threatening. Black optics with pinpricks of electric yellow peer at you in judgment. The devilish eyes startle your soul.

You yell out commands to stop but the animatronic—you realize—doesn't head and disappears deeper into the house.

You give chase. You hear a gunshot upstairs and a shout from your partner. When you reach the second landing, you lift your gun to take aim, but a large fist clamp around your own. You fire once, hitting nothing. You're thrown against the wall, dangling by the wrists under the looming killer. Sharp rays, burgundy and royal blue, circle his face plate, splattered in bright blood.

It's too late. It's too late for the politician, it's too late for your partner, and it's too late for you.

He takes your gun and drops it far away. His staggering height gives no hope that you can fight him off, and already, he has you pinned. You simply hope that it will be quick, painless, but your heart sinks when he lifts a hand to your throat. His optics glint. You close your eyes.

A cold, slick finger tilts your chin up. He commands you to look at him, and you aversely obey. The optics scan your face. You wonder if he takes a sick pleasure from causing harm. You loathe that he most likely finds fear in your eyes but you are determined to not make a sound.

"Officer," he says in a cold, dark voice that spears your heart. He studies the badge on your chest, reading your last name etched in brass. You clench your fists, still suspended by his one large hand.

"Who are you?" you demand.

He doesn't answer. He cocks his head with a flash of sharp teeth in a metallic grin. When he drops you, you nearly crumple to the ground. You're aware of the blood underneath your chin where he had touched you. When you try to reach for your handcuffs, he's already down the stairs and out the door, fleeing the murders. Trembling, you fumble for your gun, but you find the clip gone.

The killer animatronic left you alive.

[moeblob]

son boy raccoon trash can man suffering in a dnd au as a cleric bc his warlock will not stop committing murders and he has to keep coming up with reasons murder is valid to convince the gm its fine and under control

[lexa-griffins]

I wonder how much larger Clarke's mouth gaped open when she saw Lexa's butt after she stripped out of her pants

Clarke would drop her jaw to the fucking ground, Griffin.exe stopped working right then and there djdndkdmdk

[hot-sad-moms-near-u]

Another update:3

Hopefully yall know what's up with these fandom deepcuts

[coffyao]

if brown leaves could be saved part 4

link to my a03: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Lalaloopsyland

--

yoonbum buttoned up his coat and set foot outside, ready to await another afternoon of walking home alone.

He was appreciative of Seungbae's company, but he no longer wanted to hold him back, as his attention was held by the classmates that surrounded him, probably beckoning him to hang around them instead.

He didn't need to hang around the social pariah, he was sure he’d overheard, and he was better off dropping him for good. Hiding his face with the palm of his hand, he attempted to walk away from the group, but as he moved past the gates, he felt a firm hand brush his shoulder.

"yoonbum."

and like always, he was always just there, even when Yoonbum avoided his presence. He always wondered if there was any pity from his side.

"Is there anything you're doing today?"

But couldn’t this interaction also mean that Seungbae preferred his company over the others? He always looked for him, not the other way around.

"...not much. why?" Yoonbum asked.

So wasn’t that a sign that Seungbae liked him more than the others?

"want to come with me?"

Out of all the places that Seungbae could have taken him, he wouldn’t have guessed that he would be brought into a ramen shop, slightly old-fashioned with its traditional décor, but smelling like humble beginnings.

They sat on tall stools by the window, the air thick with the scent of sizzling oil. It wasn't long until an older man jovially patted seungbae's shoulder and asked, "seungbae, who's this boy next to you?" He looked to be in his 50s, shorter than the average man, with gray hairs sticking out of his chin.

He wore an apron stained in soy sauce, and his head was wrapped in a white cap—rough around the edges, but his heart radiated pure joy.

"oh, this is my friend..."

yoonbum awkwardly waved his hand, but the man took it and shook it like he'd known him for a long time. "It's very nice to meet you. your name, please?"

"...yoonbum, sir." He enthusiastically clasped his hands together. "Good! I'll be back shortly." He rushed back into the kitchen, soon being followed by the clattering of pots and pans.

"...don't mind him," Seungbae said. "He's just happy that I didn't come alone this time."

"do you not bring anyone else?" Yoonbum asked, his interest piqued.

"no. I usually come here by myself."

He goes into his backpack and pulls out a packet of playing cards. "But now, I have someone to play this with."

--

Once their bowls of ramen arrived, the smell of broth, meat and chives enveloping their noses, they sat for the next few minutes, quietly enjoying each others company. 

"...seungbae."

yoonbum started to wonder if maybe seungbae was more like him, but just hid it better.

"is there a reason why you always hang out with me?"

because if that was the case, he also wanted to work hard in blending in.

"ah, why?" 

seungbae leaned on his chin, pondering the question. he was quieter than usual, seemingly taking in the reality of such a question, and whether it could make or break their newfound friendship. when the broth started to cool down, he finally had a honest answer.

"...I guess it's because you kind of remind me of myself?" looking slightly sad as he said it.

by the time yoonbum wanted to ask what he'd meant by that, the older man came to collect their bowls, smelling more like dishwashing liquid than anything else.

"did you guys enjoy your food?" the man asked, looking extremely pleased with himself.

"yes, thank you again." seungbae said, returning the same happy expression. yoonbum nodded as well, but he didn't quite feel like smiling.

"fantastic!" the man said, and places his burly hand on seungbaes shoulder, "when your fathers back, tell him to come over here sometime, alright?"

"...sure."

--

Yoonbum felt the mood shift as soon as they exited the ramen shop, only becoming worse when he caught seungbaes solemn expression.

"sorry. i might head home early if thats okay-"

"-what if i came to your house?" yoonbum interjected, refusing to let his dreaded train of thought allow him to think of the implications he might face if he came home now.

he didn't want to, not yet.

"oh. um..."

"a-ah, its only friday so..." yoonbum stuttered, trying to salvage the rest of their conversation. he'd rather seungbae not know...

not ever.

"...I guess you could," seungbae muttered, still sounding irresolute, but slightly more livelier with his eyes.

maybe he was in need of company as well.

---

[0nelittlebirdtoldme]

i should reread Killing Stalking some time

[the-genius-az]

You're welcome!

It can have lots of drama before the little pack has their happy ending. I think part of Azula's redemption + healing arc would involve her eventually understanding that they didn't think they had an option + didn't know it could hurt so much. (Original!Azula herself only realized what was happening in the night before she passed away). With the bond still there, Azula tends to be protective, and a little more forgiving once she sees Ty Lee and Mai do love and need her.

I already am thinking about a "Izumi is Maizula's baby" tbh, now that the A/B/O obsession has infiltrated the Azula-centric part of my brain.

Ty Lee needs more fics where she's not the silly, stupid little girl. In the KS AU, I'm making Azula much worse than in canon to make it work with the plot, considering how canon!Azula is a jerk but definitely not a psychopath or anything of the sort. I really don't like the way fandom demonizes her, for a few reasons, and it also makes me feel weird for writing AUs where she is, indeed, a monster.

Yes. Here's the thing, I like the parallel of Oh Sangwoo, a straight man, being SA'd by his mother & Azula, a lesbian woman, being SA'd by her mother (+ I think Oh Sangwoo hallucinates her at some point? So that's a good parallel). Like, something that works into this specific character hating women so much they abuse and kill them in horrific ways.

(I don't like it either, which sounds almost like a hypocrite with the way I have multiple OCs that have SA in their backstory and I do write fucked up content. And because I also have read a lot of fics that have it in them – thankfully they do tend to work it so, so well. Like, not as a torture porn kind of thing, but another layer of her character. Azula x Ozai CSA seems to be almost a must for Maizula fics, and I eat it up every time.)

When I say "everything possible", I do mean it. It's a dragon AU and when Azulon asks for Azula's life instead of Zuko's (because she's Ozai's favorite), Ursa kills Azulon + takes Azula out of the palace (and Azula's hatred comes from how they abandon Zuko in the palace). Like, Ursa up until that point gave Zuko lots of attention, but there's a silent agreement between mother and daughter that goes like "this boy is ours" because they're dragons and all of that. I can talk for days about this AU too.

- Ash 🔥🍌

Thank you for this, Ash!

Original! Azula herself only realized what was happening in the night before she passed away.

I wonder how sad Azula was at that moment, she must have been screwed.

I already am thinking about a "Izumi is Maizula's baby" tbh, now that the A/B/O obsession has infiltrated the Azula-centric part of my brain.

I have an idea about a baby Maizula, maybe I'll post it later!

Ty Lee needs more fics where she's not the silly, stupid little girl.

I needed to bookmark this...

I really don't like the way fandom demonizes her, for a few reasons, and it also makes me feel weird for writing AUs where she is, indeed, a monster.

I know, sometimes the Aus completely change the characters, that makes them interesting or worse.

I like the parallel of Oh Sangwoo, a straight man, being SA'd by his mother & Azula, a lesbian woman, being SA'd by her mother (+ I think Oh Sangwoo hallucinates her at some point? So that's a good parallel).

I see the potential! I still don't like the SA though, but it's because of the plot.

(Honestly, I'm glad that we agree that it is Ursa who commits the act, sometimes everyone ignores that she is not a saint)

I don't like it either, which sounds almost like a hypocrite with the way I have multiple OCs that have SA in their backstory and I do write fucked up content.

Oh, I actually hate that kind of stuff, any fics, novels, manga and more, I'll leave it quick and fly away! I can't stand him, that's why I don't like Bl very much, he always has those things and the fans normalize him.

Seems to be almost a must for Maizula fics.

They are the only Fics that keep me on a leash, there is little content and I am hungry for Maizula.

It's a dragon AU and when Azulon asks for Azula's life instead of Zuko's (because she's Ozai's favorite), Ursa kills Azulon + takes Azula out of the palace (and Azula's hatred comes from how they abandon Zuko in the palace).

You are a bomb from Au's Azula!

(Sometimes my mind spins because of so much information in English, please have mercy next time).

Azula is a VERY loyal girl, it makes sense that she would be a little confused and angry about abandoning one of her own.

Actually, I think I talked something about Azula/Dragon, and her possessions that are people.

Like, Ursa up until that point gave Zuko lots of attention.

What did Ursa change to leave everything for Azula? I'm not saying she doesn't love her, I just don't think she would leave Zuko for Azula.

[damthosefandoms]

You are sooooooo right about Dick Grayson and The Outsiders👏👏 Any other DC/The Outsiders thoughts??? 👀

au where dally’s three years in new york were three years in gotham actually and he and jason were besties back in crime alley until jason ditched him to play robin. that’s it send tweet

[spitinsideme]

can and does ragatha hunt like a cat

does pomni wake up to a dead deer chilling on the bed and demon ragatha just standing there like " good morning dear I brought you breakfast!"

yes !!! she used to do this more when she first met pomni, and pomni was always fteaked the fuck out but now she kust knows (luckily ragatha does ir less, bur soemtimes the urge to hunt takes over)

[the-cookie-of-doom]

I have a plot bunny that I’m trying to ignore, but it’s unfortunately breeding

[buncoreclown]

Alright Killing Stalking thoughts rn

Omegaverse au where omega Bum gets pregnant in the first season.

His heat came out of nowhere well at least to him because he had lost track of time long ago in the damp dark basement he was kept in. Didn't even realize it until it was full force his body always hot and hurting before due to Sangwoo's abuse but now... He was leaking slick body burning. He squirmed on the cold ground, lame legs kicking up as he couldn't even use his hands as they were chained together. He whined, pain intensified by it. Was Sangwoo even home? That song wasn't playing and for once he wanted it to, wanted Sangwoo to be home, wanted this pain to stop-

BANG

He heard the closet door slam open. So he was home... Feet stomped down the stairs and got closer and Bum whined opening his legs. Sangwoo grabbed his sore ankle making him yelp before grabbing his face.

"I can barely think with your damn omega stink," he growled. He hated how this pathetic man was making him want him. At the moment he wanted to bury his knot so deep in him that it tore him open and it made him sick.

"Please, Sangwoo please," Bum whined. He knew how much Sangwoo hated begging but he couldn't help himself. He smelled so good and he hurt so much he could barely think. Sangwoo didn't want to give in not to him but fuck he smelled good and a hole was a hole even if it was from a homo right? He stripped him not even preparing him before he plunged inside and Bum could barely breathe eyes wide as he was speared. He felt like he would rip in two but his hole kept leaking more slick inviting the alpha in.

"What? Isn't this what you wanted?"

~~

For the week his heat was around Sangwoo kept him knotted, kept him full that his belly bulged but that wasn't hard with how scrawny he was. After it was back to normal, leaving Bun alone in the basement until it was time for him to do his omega duties. Then he started to get sick. Every morning Sangwoo walked down to the acrid smell of bile as the man never ate much. He started to get tired of the clean up and gave him a bucket that he emptied.

Sangwoo didn't really think anything of it. Bum didn't have a fever and he wasn't any weaker than he was before but then his smell started to change. The next time Sangwoo washed him up he realized there was a bump starting to form when he didn't even eat more than usual. If anything he ate less due to the vomiting but not Sangwoo was putting two and two together.

Bum was pregnant. And he was going to be a father. A conflicting feeling flashed through him. He swore he would never be his father. But Bum... He hoped his face is where the resemblance with his mother stopped.

[kennys-parka-jacket]

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[animentality]

Hi! Hope you're doing well! I'm curious... do you have any thoughts in modern AU durgetash??

It would be kind of funny if a modern day Dark Urge was a serial killer carving through people in New York City, and Police Commissioner Enver Gortash is the only one smart enough to catch them, but rather than arrest them, he tells them to stop the murders, and he'll pin it on some other guy, but from now on, the Dark Urge works for him.

But I have nothing else besides that, since they work so well in the fantasy setting.