#new au?

[scarredlove]

Jesus Christ, where'd these two come from? Here is the answer

Note to self: 3am @pillowspace is inspiration peak

[hibikiloserl]

i literally just thought of an entire au in 2 minutes who knew i was this creative

i think ill make a comic out of it

[bitchin-beskar]

besties, I was seized by an idea late this evening, and I physically could not settle until I wrote out a concept piece (paz x reader au)

The blindfold obscured your vision, but did nothing to dampen the sounds of jeers from your fellow townspeople as they gleefully dragged you forward. You stumbled, tripping over your skirt as your bare feet ached from the cuts and bruises inflicted from your run through the forest and subsequent night in the town’s jail cell.

Your captors jerked to a halt, almost causing you to fall on your face. They weren’t gentle as they shoved you up onto a platform of some kind. Your back was pushed up roughly against what felt like a thick wooden pole. One of the men grabbed the tail of the rope that bound your wrists and yanked it up above your heat, tying it to something above your head, so you were restrained even further. Another wrapped what felt like dozens of cords of rope around your waist, anchoring you tightly to the pole behind you.

The rough, frayed rope rubbed your skin raw, though you tried to blink back the tears that threatened to fall. Once the men seemed certain you would not be able to escape, they stepped back, and loud thunks began to sound all around you, as though people were throwing something at your feet. Suddenly, there was a looming presence, and a dark, slimy voice at your ear sending shivers of terror down your spine.

“This all could’ve been avoided, witch. If you’d just done what I asked, it wouldn’t have come to this,” he sneered, and you tried to shy away, but your bonds wouldn’t let you. Nevertheless, you tried to keep up a brave facade.

“Never.”

You had no warning before his palm cracked loudly against your cheek, the sharp edges of his ring tearing a gash in your skin. You bit back a gasp, but traitorous tears began to dampen the blindfold. You’d recognized the voice as belonging to Captain Vikar Carid, the town’s sherrif.

His looming presence disappeared, and a new voice called loudly for more logs.

“PLEASE, NO!”

You flinched at the voice that rung out in the air, not at the volume, but at the sheer terror that colored that familiar tone.

“Missus Von Batton, it’s alright,” a sickly sweet voice tried to soothe, but she would not be calmed.

“SHE’S NO WITCH, YOU HERETICS!” the herbalist screamed, and the sound of your guardian’s voice so broken just shattered something inside you. “I RAISED THAT GIRL, IF SHE’S A WITCH, SO THEN AM I!”

The voices all grew quiet, and you felt something cold and terrible wrap its claws around your heart. As terrified as you were, you’d face your trial by fire with as much dignity as you could muster. But if they put Missus Hilde up here beside you…

“Missus Von Batton, do calm yourself, my dear.” A condescending voice rung out. “Once the witch is dead, the spell she’s cast over you will disappear, and you will be back to your old self. It’s really better for everyone.”

You recognized this speaker too. The “Honorable” Iviin Lok, the judge of your town’s court, and the one who had declared you guilty and sentenced your execution for dawn of the following day.

Missus Hilde screamed again, and you heard Mister Lok command her to be taken from the square and sequestered in her home, so as not to “distress” her further.

The sounds of logs thudding to the ground all around you continued for some untold amount of time, until finally, the horrid sound ceased.

Even though you were blindfolded, you let your eyes fall shut. You knew what was coming next, and you tried to steel yourself. It was the most difficult task you’d ever undertaken, but you were determined to go forth from this life with as much dignity as you could muster.

Chants started up all around you, voices crying out for your execution.

Witch! They jeered.

Burn her! They screeched.

End her cursed life! They howled.

You heard the telltale sound of flint striking steel, and the distinct sound of kerosene-soaked cloth going up in flames. You could picture the scene in your mind’s eye.

The Captain, standing there, torch in hand, his hateful eyes glaring upon your immobile form.

Your accusers, your bullies for all your six-and-twenty years of life, watching with barely disguised glee at your predicament.

The men you’d scorned, who wanted to fuck the “pretty flower” from the woods, sneering in disgust at your battered and bruised body.

Their wives, jealous rage finally cooled by the perverted sense of “justice” taking place, eagerly awaiting your death.

You knew the second the torch touched the mountain of logs and kindling at your feet, for a great roar swept through the crowd, feet stamping and hands clapping. You bit your lip to stop a whimper from escaping.

All you could do was wait for the flames to reach you, and hope that you passed out from the pain before you felt the fire consume your flesh inch by inch.

“WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE MAND’ALOR IS GOING ON HERE?”

Abruptly, the crowd fell silent, and all you could hear was the crackling of the wood catching fire.

It was silent for a moment, then two, and then the voice boomed once again, rattling your very bones.

“RELEASE MY WIFE FROM THAT PYRE, IMMEDIATELY.”

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Wait a second.

Wife?

pls, pls, pls tell me what y'all think, I can't tell if this is actually interesting or not

tagging some moots bc why not: @catsnkooks, @firstofficerwiggles, @tailorvizsla, @maybege, @lilhawkeye3, @mysticalgalaxysalad

[missterious-figure]

Hey.... superhero firework axolotl Sun? I mean what

Totally not working on ANOTHER au... nope.

[libby-for-life]

Inspired by @talesfromawannabejournalist, who's more than welcome to join in and turn this into a Role Play.

Lucifer let out a weary sigh as he slouched in his chair, surrounded by a mountain of paperwork. As the ruler of Hell, he was burdened with endless administrative tasks, particularly because he governed over a horde of sinful souls who were constantly attempting to exploit loopholes in his decrees. A low, menacing growl rumbled in his chest as he contemplated the audacity of certain Overlords who had grown increasingly bold in their defiance of his authority.

He found some solace in being the ruler of Hell, knowing that it afforded him the ability to provide his daughter, Charlotte, with anything her heart desired. The thought of his cherished five-year-old daughter brought a rare smile to his face. Amidst the darkness and suffering of his domain, she was the sole source of light and joy. The only one who could get him to feel something other than hate.

Not even her mother could do that.

Lilith Morningstar was a remarkable figure. Not only was she considered the First Woman, but she also held a special place in his heart when she was first created. It's possible that he truly loved her for a while. However, it became evident that she had evolved into someone quite different from the woman he initially fell in love with.

They remained in a relationship for the sake of appearances; Lucifer believed he was in love with Lilith and didn't want to face ridicule for divorcing after going through so much to be together in the first place. Ending their marriage would have felt like admitting defeat, so despite Lilith having multiple lovers, they chose to stay together to avoid gossip and judgment.

He let out another heavy sigh, his eyes lingering on the ornate clock hanging on the wall. Extermination Day was looming on the horizon. It was a day designed to prevent the forces of Hell from ever mounting a challenge against Heaven. Once a year, angelic beings descended to eradicate the Sinners. Lucifer couldn't help but feel a sense of indifference towards the fate of the Sinners. He resented Heaven's interference in his affairs, yet begrudgingly accepted it and turned a blind eye.

As he strolled to the balcony, a sense of anticipation welled up inside him. He knew that before long, the familiar portal would open, allowing the angels to enter his kingdom. His brother had assumed the role of the leader of the Exorcists for quite a while now, and every time he beheld the leader in all his majestic splendor, Lucifer couldn't help but feel a surge of resentment. Despite the physical distance between them, his status as the Devil endowed him with formidable power, enabling him to perform feats that surpassed the capabilities of ordinary demons and humans. For instance, his ability to perceive events transpiring over vast distances was a testament to his extraordinary prowess.

As he gazed at the figure adorning the majestic armor that belonged to Michael, he couldn't help but notice the subtle yet distinct differences in appearance. The way the light reflected off the intricately crafted armor only served to emphasize the fact that this new angel was unlike any he had encountered before. With a sense of intrigue and suspicion creeping into his thoughts, he carefully concealed himself within the shadows and silently took flight from his balcony, determined to closely observe and scrutinize this enigmatic new leader.

This one was beyond different and when he took off his helmet, most likely to get some fresh air on his face, Lucifer's eyes widened. No, it couldn't be. But he would never forget that face. Not even in the millennia that has passed. The new leader of the Exorcists was none other than Adam, the First Man.

And Adam looked so different than when he was in Eden. Lucifer couldn't help but tilt his head in wonder as he gazed at Adam’s beauty. He looked like he had gotten softer, especially in the thigh, stomach, and ass department making Lucifer hum in approval. He certainly looked like a snack...

As he stood there at that moment, he couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of possessiveness and greed that consumed him as it took over. The thought of Adam crossed his mind - what would it be like to be with the First Man of creation? He couldn't help but ponder the idea that no one could truly understand and appreciate Adam the way Lucifer had in Eden, and certainly not in the present moment.

So, without giving a chance for Adam to fly away, he flew out and pinned Adam to the floor of some alleyway. "What?! Let go!" Adam yelled as Lucifer materialized a strong rope to tie Adam's wrist together. "No!" He yelled when his ankles joined him. Lucifer hummed and whispered into Adam's ear. "Hello, Adam. It's been a while."

The angel lied frozen, a flicker of recognition crossing his face as the voice of Lucifer reached his ears. A sense of triumph filled the demon as he watched the angel's reaction. Why wouldn't Adam remember him? Perhaps he still harbored resentment over the incident when he had run away with Adam's wife, but deep down, Adam would always carry memories of their time together before Lilith had even come into existence.

"No...no, not you." Lucifer chuckled in amusement. "Yes. Me." He picked Adam up but not before gagging him. He didn't need to be noisy. He was well aware that Michael would try to make Lucifer give back Adam but they wouldn't dare do it themselves. Not after Lucifer makes a deal to never get involved with Extermination Day or the angels involved with it.

He threw Adam onto his bed and watched as he struggled, glaring at him. He really was cute to be doing that. Lucifer was much more powerful than he was, and if he so desired, then he could destroy him. Adam was lucky that Lucifer was content to just admire.

"Oh, Adam. It really has been a while!" Lucifer said with a smirk, watching as he heaved. Now, all he had to do was wait for his brother to call him so they could negotiate. But, while they were waiting, Lucifer could always see what was under all that armor...

[mattsstarlet]

kat, ml, hear me out.

rollerblader!reader x skater!chris. LIKE.

omg yes. rollerblader!reader is so sassy and he EATS it up. hes so flirty towards her and swearssss she wants him bad (like yes but she’s playing hard to get.) ugh i LOVE.

[theeyeishereagain]

Moon but with different palette

maybe a new au, idk

I'm doing Sun next

[amymbona]

Josh O'Connor saying in one interview that he has worked with an intimacy coordinator for Challengers makes me think of actor!Patrick Zweig and intimacy coordinator reader. He's only worked in action moves so far, some kind of Tom Cruise shit like Mission Impossible, but now, he has been cast into a particularly romantic movie. Between his fans, Patrick is known as a tough man, not that he could specifically be described as an asshole, hell no, but Patrick himself is aware that there are some gasp regarding intimate roles that could be filled.

And you're the best in your field, without doubt, frequently chosen by Hollywood directors to ensure the intimate scene in their movies look as natural as possible. Now not only are you present on the set of the new movie, but you're taking personal lessons with the actors. And Patrick Zweig is one of them.

All the rumors were true, that he has that fiery aura around himself, that makes you naturally respect him, and yet he's friendly and kind, perhaps a bit full of himself, but who really isn't when they get famous. One crucial flaw, though, is his complete lack of on screen intimacy, and inability to fully execute the actions written in his screenplay. No worries, you tell him when he first sits in your office, you're gonna help.

And you do help, making him an expert in intimacy from scratch. It starts with gentle touches, teaching him how to exactly hold a woman's hand to make it seem the most tender, how he should rub his thumb over her knuckles and squeeze the hold every so often. You show him how holding a woman around his hips seems more laid back and yet it has some kind of a flirty undertone as his hand can slide to her bum, while having his arm hooked around her shoulders generally appears as warmer and more protective.

You tell him not to pull onto a woman's hair but rather thread his fingers through it, not to kiss sloppily but begin by pressing little pecks into her hair as the story progresses, according to the story. Show him the way he should unbutton her shirt to keep her on the edge the whole time and how to slide her dress off without tearing it into pieces. All the gentle gestures that Patrick used to be totally incapable of showing on screen.

After some time, the main actress joins your little lessons, and you can't help but feel slightly jealous. With all the touches (and kisses!) that you've shared with Patrick, you've grown a bit too attached to him. It's unprofessional, you're aware, and you should have told yourself not to help Patrick demonstrate all the crucial moves on you. Now that the two touch and kiss together under your coordinator, the sparks around them flying like stars on the night sky, you're almost tempted to make them dance in the wrong way. To make the actress seem completely incapable to perform in the way she is asked to. But your dignity and respect towards her doesn't allow you to, no, you can't. So instead, you're stuck, longing to be touched by the famous actor again.

[randomspagetti]

Rebaked!Au

:pp

Basic story:

The witches rebaked Elder Faerie because having one sole continuous guardian is far easier than it switching up, but one negative to this process is loss of memories.

Okay so the longer version :p:

Dark Enchantress was able to remember everything when she was rebaked due to her not undergoing the special processes the witches have, which is basically a more formal process. When you are truly rebaked you're completely crumbled into a mixture with an accurate measurement of new dough with the same exact ingredients and completely remade.

This is done to make sure there's no missing parts or cracks that can reappear. It completely cleanses the crumbling dough both revitalizing the lost body and the mind. Because you are completely broken down and remolded you don't retain any of your memories.

Elder Faerie is left on earthbread with one duty. To protect the seal.

But there's one small issue.

What seal?

Elder Faerie is left to wander beast yeast all alone, soon to stumble across a certain silver kingdom 👀

And now some discord excerpts!:

Knight: do....do you remember anything before your time in the forest..???

Ef: uh...hmm not really I suppose... I do remember some witches but that seems unimportant-

Mercurial: you w h a t.

Ef: it seemed irrelevant.....

Silverbell: IRRELEVANT?!??!??

Mercurial wondering if witches could reanimate the dead: 😰😰😰😰

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Ef: wow those sudden lights in the sky are really bright, I wonder how they work....

Mercurial passing by doing his rounds for the party and seeing his definitely dead king right there:

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Amnesiac Elder faerie gets held hostage by his own kingdom (lovingly)

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Anyways that's all- feel free to ask questions lol

[anxiousstarlight]

Got bored and decided to draw AppleJack...unintentionally made a whole AU. What just happened?

Anyways! Here's AppleJack, best pony!

No clue what possessed me to draw this but it's something I can post, so that's a plus!

Drawing without the text!

Anndd that's it! My apologies for not posting much I just either don't have motivation or just flat out forget that I have an account!

See ya later or whenever I get motivation to post again! 👋

[ematooney]

Noticed you guys really like my edgy art of Sgt frog so I made another. (Don’t worry he’s fine)

So I couldn’t help but make a Keroro AU? Had the idea since I was 16 and I forgotten about it until now. Basically Keroro becomes serious and actually takes over the world. Dororo’s the main character and he is against Keroro and his platoon. Sadly, Natsumi was defeated and is used as a pawn to get Giroro to do whatever Keroro wants. Hence, this scene happening.

As for “killer”… well, feel free to make your own interpretations ;)

If this gets more attention I might make a whole post about the AU. I won’t turn it into a whole comic series since I’m working on my Doomsday AU but we’ll see how it goes

[midnightfire830]

Been going through a couple design ideas for The Amazing Digital Circus. So here’s Alice as Ragatha!

[devilsrecreation]

you know what would be an interesting What If AU? hodari staying in kiburi's float. hodari doesn't even need to be evil, he's just so happy to be in a crocodile float that he's blissfully unaware of how bad kiburi is. instead of taking hodari with them when they fight makuu, kiburi makes up some excuse for hodari to stay at their watering hole. kiburi even gets hodari to spy on makuu's float so that they know all their new moves. it's sad for hodari but interesting nonetheless

OOOOOOOH THAT COULD BE SO GOOD

I wanna say while it’s kinda sad for Hodari cuz he would eventually realize he’s on the wrong side, Kiburi and his float would genuinely warm up to him

At first they use him for spying and distracting the guard, but then Hodari’s acting super nice towards them and wins over Nduli, then Tamka, then Neema and the others, then Kiburi. Before Kiburi knows it, he’s accidentally gotten attached to this little gecko

[weirdest-worlds]

I need to go on ranty rambles, so...

@exoethereal-exe @puppets-are-overreated

You CANNOT tell me Sebastian Solace isn't similar to Flowey from Undertale in some way. Flowey is aware of every move you make, regardless of how many times to reset or use a save point.

Very similar to how Sebastian is aware of every time you die from a run. He keeps track of it in how much he shows of the files to you and lets you buy items on the submarine.

I was thinking of making an AU for Pressure myself, PJO based, of course. When the thought occurred to me. I'm still doing my own AU, PJO based, but I might have to dabble into Undertale with Sebastian.

The fish is quite literally the main character, and he gives that whole vibe that he knows more than you could ever try to. No matter where you find him, he always has things to sell. Not to mention the line you get when you die outside his shop.

"Hey! Found your body out there, great haul, lots of good things. And you can have them all back! For a price, of course.."

HE IS AWARE YOU HAVE DIED AND ISN'T PHASED IN THE SLIGHTEST. Again, this could just be irony Zeal is putting in the game, like a couple other things, but I'll read into it all I want.

[flufffydestroyer]