#please come talk to me about this au

[bioshoook]

There's Beasts and Then There's Prey

summary: Dave's about to find out that if you fuck with one of the Dogs then you fuck with the whole pack. word count: 2,569

Finding a bar in this city is like trying to get a ticket while driving on the Los Santos Freeway. Easy.

The tricky part is finding a bar that has more than one good light bulb in the whole joint and that doesn't smell too much like stale beer and piss.

Though they all call Los Santos their home, and have done so for numerous years, Michael's the most familiar with the city and its many creature comforts. He was the one to originally find their headquarters in an abandoned dog shelter and he was the one to find this bar a few months ago. It was one of the bars that had more of a relaxed air to it, more fitting for shooting the shit than the energized air of a club or the darker, uneasy atmosphere of one of the seedier bars they frequented to discuss business.

For about an hour the four of them trade talk over a few drinks before taking their conversation to the nearby vacant pool table.

A few rounds in and a guy that Joe can't remember the name of; Dave? Dan? Donny maybe? joins them. He states that he’s a decent player and he doesn’t have many people to call friends in the city at the moment. Dan seems chill enough, he’s not triggering any alarm bells in their heads, looks to be just some middle-aged dude out on the town for the night.

The pack has no problem playing nice with others, as long as they don’t start any shit with them.

They joke about the word ‘pack’, tossing it around flippantly and saying it's just used to follow their gimmick, but even though Joe has only been in with the Mad Dogs crew for a year now he really does feel like that’s what this group is. A pack. In all of his criminal history he's never had anyone he's trusted to have his back more than the three men surrounding the pool table.

Michael, their muscle and lead (read only) demolitions expert, tosses back the last of his beer before lining up his cue.

“This is the one boys, can feel it in my bones,” Michael says, all confidence in the stance he takes on.

He sends the cue ball rolling and breaks apart the rack of striped and solid colored balls, the clack of them hitting each other filling the air of their tucked away corner. The pool balls scatter across the green felt of the pool table, dispersed by the momentum of the cue ball. Although Michael sends them all rolling, not a single one makes it into one of the pockets bordering the table.

“Fuck,” Michael mutters under his breath.

“Not bad, not bad, but let me show you how it's really done,” Trevor says cheekily. The frontman and leader of their crew drapes his body over the pool table before smoothly lining up with his stick in a fluid motion. He takes a few seconds to relax before sending the cue ball in a way that gets two stripes to roll into the corner of the table, dropping into the pocket below one after the other. He ends up knocking two more balls into their pockets before he finally misses a shot, ending his turn.

“Show off,” Michael comments with a grin. Trevor just shrugs his shoulders with a smirk on his face that gets a chuckle out of Alfredo.

Alfredo has chosen to opt out of the game this time, which Joe counts as a win in itself seeing as their marksman is entirely too steady when it comes to his hands and his aim. Don’t get him wrong, Joe’s grateful for it when it comes to keeping people off their backs in a deal or keeping a steady eye on them from above, but he absolutely rinsed the rest of them in the last round they played. Joe's $100 bill is currently sitting comfy in the pocket of Fredo's jeans and he doubts he'll be getting that back. Should’ve known better, he should've thrown in a $20 instead.

Donny laughs easily at Trevor's coy gesture. “Good one, man.”

“So, you from around here Dave?” Michael asks as the other man lines up his shot.

Dave. So that's his name.

A solid blue ball rolls and banks off of the left side of the table before sinking into a corner pocket.

“Actually I’m from out of state. Just moved down here with the wife a couple weeks ago,” Dave replies.

“Oh yeah? What - you just saw all the shit that happens here on the news and decided to move here?” Michael asks jokingly.

Dave laughs in response and goes on to explain how they ended up moving here because of a transfer in his wife’s location for her job.

“I mean, it’s good that she got a promotion and all, we need the money, but I feel like she’s holding it over my head now. I’m the one who has to pick up the kids and cook dinner and all the shit she should be doing. And- and- she makes more money than me now. What the hell is up with that?”

Joe cuts his eyes towards Dave, noticing the eyebrows that Michael raises behind him as the man leans over the table to make his next shot.

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[cruel-hiraeth]

꒰ FLESH OF MY FLESH; BLOOD OF MY BLOOD ꒱ KAMO CHOSO X READER — ft. itadori yuuji

warnings ⟢ dead dove: do not eat. minors do not interact—i will block you! incest. yandere elements. implied drugging. noncon. slight forced feminization (choso uses “sister” and she/her pronouns to refer to reader, but reader is nb). religious imagery. reader is yuuji’s twin, but no physical descriptors are used. reader has a vagina.

word count ⟢ 963

notes ⟢ this is part of @ficsforgaza’s kinktober event! my prompt was choso + incest. i have an au with big brother choso and twins yuuji and reader, so this was the perfect opportunity to explore their dynamic. a huge thank you to my dearest lexi—@drleggman—for requesting this (and for allowing me to go full degenerate) <3

“Yuu…”  “Yuu…ji…” “Yuuji…”

Your twin’s name ambles from your petal-soft lips, voice laden with slumber, muted snores drifting through the gaps. The bedroom you share is swathed in midnight’s gloom; moonbeams peek through the cheap apartment blinds, luminous stripes cutting across the men huddled above your nude figure.  

“Our baby sister seems to be having sweet dreams,” Choso states, mouth reluctantly detaching from your nipple, a silvery thread of spider silk connecting his lips to your tender flesh. “She’s naughty, though—calling out to you when I’m the one pleasuring her.”

Choso removes two thick digits from your weeping hole, examining the twitch of your jaw as he strums your clit with calloused fingertips. He experimentally increases the speed and pressure of his caresses, humming when you let out a whimper. As your breath grows heavier and your eyes flicker and dance beneath your lids, he pauses to smear your slick across your pubic hair, and scrapes his teeth up your neck to nip at your pulse point. 

Yuuji lies beside you, honeyed gaze soaking in the tranquil curves of your dreamy expression. He strokes the hair at your temple with the care of a collector admiring his choicest possession; he can’t help but drag his nose across your cheek, blotting a kiss at the hollow behind your earlobe.  

The reverence Yuuji treats you with starkly contrasts the way his muscular body presses against your softness, his bare cock dribbling pre onto the plush of your thigh. It’s something of a punishment that Choso doled out—not being able to indulge in you fully—upset with your twin for being secretive and possessive of you. But as far as Yuuji is concerned, to be anywhere in the halo of your presence is a heavenly gift. To merely witness your divinity, to press his lowly, sweaty skin flush to yours—it’s more than he deserves. 

“Don’t be too rough with them,” Yuuji fusses when Choso abruptly presses your knees to your chest, leveling his face with your spread cunt. “W-wait—I wanna taste, too.” 

After Yuuji shuffles over to join Choso, two sets of broad shoulders hunch over to marvel at your beauty. Yuuji fully expects to be chewed out again—perhaps even shoved off the bed or thrown out of the room; he swallows his pride and formulates a half-hearted apology, prepared to grovel for a chance to revel in you.

Instead, he grunts in surprise when he’s pulled into a kiss.

Chapped, chilly lips slip against his own, urging Yuuji’s mouth open, wet muscles intertwining. A shiver skitters across his limbs when he discovers the little silver ball that pierces Choso’s tongue—now bumping along the expanse of his palate, tracing the velvet of his gums. It’s a sloppy exchange of spit and teeth and tongue, too frenzied to be mistaken as purely passionate. Choso reaches over to swipe a thumb across Yuuji’s fat, leaking cock head. Yuuji keens into his brother’s mouth before ripping himself away, swollen lips parted, blooming rose from the tips of his ears down to his heaving chest.

“Let’s taste her together,” Choso rasps.

Not waiting for a reply, he pecks the fat of your hip before dipping down to lap at the arousal leaking from your hole; Yuuji watches heatedly, letting saliva pool on his tongue and drip onto your clit. He then cleans his mess with noisy sucks, occasionally tugging at your folds. Too preoccupied with coaxing your unconscious body to orgasm, the brothers don’t realize how you begin to stir, fingers and toes flexing and relaxing. They savor your eventual high, admiring your glistening release.

“I’ll have her first,” Choso announces thickly, Adam’s Apple bobbing as he swallows. He’s practically vibrating—pale skin dewy with desire—having fantasized about this exact scenario more times than he can count. “You should prop her up.”

Yuuji leans against the headboard and pulls you between his strong legs, your head resting on his chest. Choso angles your hips and pumps his throbbing length a few times before nudging your entrance. Your breathing shallows and you yawn; Yuuji’s heart catches in his throat.

“Fuck—how much did you give them? Clearly not enough,” he hisses, arms tightening around your waist. “I think they’re about to wake up.”

For the first time all evening, Choso smiles at Yuuji. It’s an unsettling sight: his knife-sharp inscisors gleam in the dusk, irises black as bruised plums. “Relax,” he soothes. “She’s going to enjoy this, too. It will become a treasured memory for us all.”

Before Yuuji can respond, your eyelids flutter open. “Ch-Choso…Yuuji…” you murmur, words slow and slurred as molasses, “what are you—”

The air is promptly punched from your lungs, a strangled yelp interrupting your train of thought as Choso enters you in a single thrust—cock so deep you swear you can taste it. One of Yuuji’s rough palms rests on your belly and meanly presses down with the movement; you throw your head back and warble a moan.

“Call me ‘onii-chan,’” Choso grits out, refusing to succumb to the squeeze of your cunt so soon.

“W-what?” you sniffle. Your brain is foggy from whatever concoction they gave you, incapable of piecing together your predicament.

He grasps your chin firmly, forcing your glazed stare to focus on him. “Onii-chan,” he repeats with a harsh snap of his hips.

You squirm, trying to turn to Yuuji for help, unaware of the tears carving hot rivulets down your cheeks. But Choso won’t let you go. His heavy frame eclipses yours, trapping you in place. “We’re family,” he huffs, fucking you steadily, umber strands falling to curtain his face.

“Everything we do, we do together. You have both been—nnghhh—selfish. It’s time to make it up to onii-chan.” 

[maluspumilaa]

kept having thoughts about this post i made so heres sketches for the southerngothic farcille i have vaguely floating around in my mind

+ laudna in her monstery form

[krisalyce]

bungou stray cats (ft skk)

and lore under the cut i’ve been thinking about them…

dazai

-shadowclan born and raised

-disappeared and showed up with thunderclan at the next gathering rip chuuya

-keeps raiding the medicine den (yosano has banned him to no success)

chuuya!

-former kittypet, still has the collar

-got recruited to shadowclan (similar to firestar’s situation)

-in line to be deputy probably

-trained together while they were apprentices, double black rumors still spread at gatherings and etc

-their names just called to me i swear yarrow and bark just appeared in my mind and wouldn’t go away

-art is during their apprentice era where they were always all over each other (squabbling and cuddling and etc) before dazai left

[javierduffy]

in my head, kieran survived the o’driscoll kidnapping, but by the time he’d got back to shady belle after someone found him bleeding out in the street and took him to the doctor, the gang was gone, and he took the opportunity to escape the gang lifestyle, running off to strawberry and beginning work with the timber folks

years later, you can find him at pronghorn ranch in epilogue 1, lovingly tending to the horses in the barn when you go to scoop the manure, and he’s made an honest living for himself. and the o’driscolls are gone because sadie killed then all and he is finally safe and happy is anyone listening can anyone hear me

[tyrannysaurusfloof]

Drops Stobotnik AUs without context

[myokk]

Sebastian had a few days leave from duty so he visited Eloise😇😇

[lotsadeer]

Oh ashes, ashes, dust to dust The devil's after both of us Ooh, lay my curses out to rest Make a mercy out of me

Commission for @strangeharpy of our blorbos whomst we go feral over, specifically for the Werewolf Ren au. I had so much fun with this and I hope that folks can find all the fun symbolism I accidentally and purposefully put into this image.

ID in alt text

[r0swells]

erm so I read the book of bill

I wanted to explore what happened between Bill destroying his dimension and becoming the chaotic demon he was with the Henchmaniacs. I liked the idea that it was The Axolotl that saved him and lead to him to becoming the Bill we know today (more thoughts under the cut)

we're told a couple of times that Bill is kinda the opposite of The Axolotl, so I like to believe that it leans more good than just neutral. So, even though they knows Bill destroyed his home dimension, it tries to comfort him and tell him he did nothing wrong. This in turn leads to Bill's whole mentality later on (the whole "blames the arson for the fire" thing)

I like this because it would explain why The Axolotl keeps trying to redeem Bill, it feels responsible for Bill since they're the one who saved him initially

maybe this is also how Bill became a dream demon? he seems at least somewhat mortal in Euclidia (but he did manage to flip the whole thing so idk how mortal that is) so maybe being around a divine salamander does that to you

Now I have no idea why they fell out of touch (thats one way to describe it) but maybe it's because of their different mentalities where The Axolotl wants no change and Bill does? leading to Bill leaving? idk

I just think them having been friends creates a lot of angst potential, they were besties your honor

also I think The Axolotl would have given him the bow tie :]

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

If I wrote a time travel au (Jon and Martin go back in time to first season archives after 200) where because of future intervention there’s a lot less trauma, and with less horrors to worry about past Jon begins to question his gender and starts experimenting with it- and it freaks future Jon out because ‘what tf do you mean I’m trans and never figured it out because Trauma????’

Would anyone read it?

[sillyangstyimp]

Demons have possessed me and the voices urged me to make a crossover au between my two favorite indie games at the moment, Hyper Light Drifter and Cave Story. Unable to stop them, and having not much else to do this summer, behold doodles that probably no one else but me will particularly care for.

Despite being from pretty different games, the two actually have a lot more in common than some might think. Also I think they would be good buds. Pals, even. They would sit together in a comfortable silence.

[benevolenterrancy]

I am both so sorry and so delighted to have given you OHSHC/TGCF brain worms it’s literally the best thing ever though!!!

It is seriously haunting me at the moment, I can't stop finding the premise absolutely hilarious... here, have some Three Tumours

au notes:

Ling Wen doesn't like wearing dresses and uses the boys' uniform instead. For this reason she's often mistaken for a boy which drives her nuts. She's been accused of doing this for clout or preferential treatment.

Ling Wen is the president of the Computer Sciences Club and manages the school's monstrous group chat server. It is hell. She secretly can't wait to graduate because everyone else refuses to learn how to run it and she knows it'll go down in the flames the second she's out the door

Pei Ming is a certified Jock™ and tries to convince his friends to join him on a sports team -- any sports team! -- every year. Hasn't happened yet but he's persistent

(Pei Ming eventually learns that Xie Lian is a Secret Jock and begins a dedicated campaign to pilfer him from the Host Club; Hua Cheng is Not Fucking Amused)

Shi Wudu is easily the richest student in this school of rich kids and is not above throwing his wealth around to get what he wants. This earns him the less than affection nickname of "Tyrant"

He Xuan applied for this school and got through its entrance exams specifically to ruin Shi Wudu's life. No one knows this (or why he's so set on it) except Hua Cheng who thinks it's hilarious

There's a sign outside the compsci club door that says "Palace of Ling Wen". No matter how often she takes this down, one of her compsci minions will put up another of increasingly elaborate design (everyone at this school has money to burn and time to kill)

[crossbackpoke-check]

the deweys photos are from this video: https://youtu.be/5xTwJho44ao?si=bPw8MZZ327lCogVZ aren’t they just everything

kissing you and the minnesota wild official media team (with consent) full on the mouth, THANK YOU THIS VIDEO IS EVERYTHING 🥰🥰 i have seen pieces of it before i think (connor petting a shark 🥹) but the entire video start to finish is such a delight, 10/10 would recommend

[absxntdream]

New beginnings (or something)

[noivoom]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Sun and Moon Show (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's), Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's), Lunar (Sun and Moon Show), Earth (Sun and Moon Show), Servant Sun (Sun and Moon Show), Eclipse (Sun and Moon Show), Montgomery Gator (Five Nights at Freddy's), Lord Eclipse - Character Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change, Family Bonding, Family Dynamics, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Tags Are Hard, Anxiety, Trauma, Emotional Manipulation, Hurt/Comfort, Lunar is a a gremlin, Therapy, No Beta We Die Like New Moon's Character Development, I'm so nervous guys, Sun Has Magic, Protective Moon (Five Nights At Freddy's), Brotherly Love, formatting on ao3 is a nightmare, Sun gets to be lowkey BAMF, as a treat, Implied/Referenced Abuse Summary:

Unable to resurrect his dying dimension, Lord Eclipse sets his sights on conquering another to rebuild his kingdom, sending his Servant Sun as a spy in the hopes that he can locate the Newton Star for the Lord to eventually swoop in and take over unchallenged. Eager to please his Lord the Servant accepts the task, working to gain the trust of the resident celestial family and give his Lord the information he needs. A nerve-wracking and difficult task, but anything for his Lord, right?

He’ll endure the terror of a new world. He’ll risk whatever cruelties they might inflict upon him. He’ll get to know them, their strengths and weaknesses, their… their hobbies, their lives. Talk to them about his issues. Play games with them. Become… part of their family.

He knows he shouldn’t get attached. He just can’t help it.

Lord Eclipse always did say he was too empathetic for his own good.

[does-not-have-milk]

i have homework to do, so here's an excerpt for an au that i'm probably never going to finish:

“–And then I get amnesia and reappear in some small village somewhere in the mountains with nothing from my past life. I wander back to Ninjago City and claim I have no recollection of robbing any driving-throughs. By season nine I’ve successfully integrated back into society but still have no idea what egregious crimes I committed, or anything from my life before. Thoughts?”

Krux hummed. “It could work. If we can find some way to excuse the rest of us as suspects from your breakout, it would be even better.”

“I don’t see why you have to have a run-in with a horde of killer bees,” Machia said. “It’s a waste of time and resources.”

Acronix rolled his eyes, folding the paper back over the easel. He hit the picture with the ruler he had “borrowed.” “Obviously it’s because the horde of killer bees is an integral part of what my character needs to go through in order to realise that he was wrong to shun his older brother Sander all those years ago for wanting to be a museum curator instead of travelling the world in a circus with him like they’d always dreamed of doing. Duh, Machia. Keep up.”

“Not to mention the metaphorical significance of a horde of killer bees,” Krux said. “The bees symbolise all the negative messages society has been forcing on the character for his whole life. Running from the killer bees is symbolic of Gander rejecting society’s hurtful conventions.” Acronix nodded in affirmation, grinning smugly. “Really, Commander Machia, I expected better of you.”

Machia exhaled. “My apologies for questioning your brother’s ingenious plan, Krux. I won’t say such foolish things in the future.”

“If– if I say your plan is good, Acronix, will you let me go?” Borg asked.

“No,” The three of them answered.