#rival families au

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

So like- after I’m done writing my werewolf Steve fic I have this idea 😌

Two rival families, the Munson’s and the Harrington’s. The Munson’s are vampires while the Harrington’s are werewolves and for some very obvious reasons both families hate each other. Have been for generations now. It’s almost a family tradition at this point. Problem is, no one in the town knows what they are, and because everyone else is human it’s kind of hard to avoid passing each other in the middle of the high-school.

Senior trip is coming up and Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson are planning on going. Problem is they’ve been assigned to share a room due to the fact that both of them didn’t turn their slips in on time. (Because both their families didn’t want either of them going until they knew the other wasn’t going and well… you see what happened) so now they have to keep this a secret while sending glares at each other. The trip lasts a week and is cross country.

Little do they know that rooming together was a great choice. Eddie doesn’t have to hide his eating habits and Steve is able to shift freely instead of having to hold it in the entire time. And along the way they may or may not start to become friends. And possibly fall in love.

[iliketodrawstuffilike]

Here’s some sketches of Frankie’s parents and her older sister, Jan I just drew!😊🧑🏻‍🍳

I saw a lot of people are interested in this AU so here’s a bit of info of Frankie’s family and the AU:

The AU takes place sometime in the 1950s

Frankie’s mother is a rich mafia boss And she wears color RED because of family tradition and has meaning to their family name, “Rosa.Morte” (which translated means “rose of death”). She is half Italian and Spanish.

Frankie’s father is a stay at home dad which is pretty rare during that time. He worries about his family a lot especially his wife because she’s on many dangerous jobs. He is Swedish, but overtime learned how to speak Italian and Spanish.

Her older sister Jan goes to a prodigious high school where only the elite students can study from. Her roommate is unsurprisingly Wally’s older sister, but they don’t get along. She wears red because of her school colors and her hair is red as well.

[amamamumumumu]

Damianya Week Day 3: rival kingdoms AU (and monsters AU)

okay...it may be a little different than you'd expect but in my head rival kingdoms AU look like this Anya is a Chimera and Damian is a Gryphon. As much as they look like each other their families are feuding, but they fall in love and refuse to have a war between the kingdoms I really enjoy drawing monster AU, and I'd like to do it more often in the future, but it will all depend on your reaction of course :,D

[narudoodles]

Day 4 & 5 : on a date / canon divergence (modern AU) 🍂🍁🍂🌿

[bleucalire]

« Mr Henry (🐇) was lost in the woods ! But Anthony found him !! »

[carouselunique]

No one important, don't worry about it.

[autisticlancemcclain]

The ship was shaking like a kid holding a goldfish bag.

It was not, in case you were wondering, a good time. 

Keith grit his teeth, planting his boots on the ground and half-walking half-climbing over to Allura, who was paler than Keith had ever seen her. The grip she had on her podium was tight enough to drain the blood completely from her knuckles. Despite his own fear, Keith’s heart softened for her. 

“How is it looking?” he asked, shouting over the noise of a thousand asteroids and a million laser strikes. All while their lions sat, drained of quintessence, locked in their hangars

One goddamn thing after another. Jesus. 

“It is looking bad,” Allura shouted, not taking her eyes off the space in front of her. “I can’t – Coran, I can’t hold it on my own!”

Coran looked back at her grimly. He had probably the most success keeping upright – seriously, was it posture or did he have a steel rod anchored to his back at all times – but even he was struggling against the whipping and shuddering of the massive castleship, attention focused on the controls. Trying to keep the shield up as well as possible, trying to get their own defenses running. Trying, as always, to keep the castle going, even when the odds were a million to nothing. 

“You can,” he encouraged. The effect was less encouraging when a massive asteroid hit the side of the bridge point-blank, throwing him right off the controls and splat into the walls. Despite Lance and Allura’s cries of alarm, he made a startlingly dignified crawl back to the deck controls.

Hell of a man, that advisor. 

He continued once he was steady, sweat beading on his brow but gaze soft and assuring. He waited for Allura to meet his eyes, then nodded, once. “Focus, girl. Hands on the spheres. Mind cool on the exhale. However we need to get out of this – you can guide us. Make your decision. Your team is behind you.”

“Yeah!” Pidge cheered, lifting her fist in emphasis from where Shiro held her steady, eyes trained on her computer screen. Blaring red lines of code Keith could not pretend to read flashing rapid speed in front of her, and she typed back at it just as fast, keeping their crackling systems at bay. “You got this!”

Allura breathed out. The tense line of her shoulders softened, just slightly, despite the ongoing chaos. She lifted her hands and rested them, gently, on the podium spheres as Coran instructed. They glowed. 

“We retreat,” she decided, nodding to herself. “We’re already low on quintessence, standing to fight will drain us dangerously. We must get to safety if we are to survive with our home intact.” She bit her lip, eyes opening. “But, uh, full disclosure, I have enough strength in me to open a wormhole and that is About It. I will be out of commission the moment it closes.”

Hunk shrugged. “We’ll catch you, then.”

“Try not to wormhole us into a black hole,” Shiro suggested, smiling slightly. “We’ll manage anything else, Princess.”

She laughed slightly, thankfully, but within seconds called out for everyone to brace themselves. Keith did as she heeded, or he tried to – but the castle got hit as he tried to crawl back to his seat, sprawling him on the floor. He glanced over at Allura, panicked, but her eyes were already glowing, and the space in front of them was already starting to warp. He swallowed roughly, squeezing his eyes shut. The floor was shaking too badly for him to get his bearings. He couldn’t get his feet under him, couldn’t stand, couldn’t dream to crawl to his seat. He stilled, resigning himself – he didn’t know exactly what would happen if he wasn't strapped down and protected during a wormhole jump, but it couldn’t be good. He had to hope for the best.

“God,” sighed a voice to his left, “you’d die without me, Dropout.”

A hand clenched the back of his jacket and yanked, pulling him tumbling onto another body. Quick as lightning a seatbelt was stretched over him, clicking into place just as the space in front of the castle finally warped, bright blue, and the entire bridge lit up so bright Keith was blind with it. 

When the light finally died down, Keith was half-convinced nothing had changed. The castle stopped shaking, but instead it was plummeting, hard and fast, controls dead and energy gone, towards the surface of a planet. 

“Someone catch Allura!” Coran shouted, and on queue the princess’ eyes rolled up in her head and she slumped forward. Luckily, Hunk had been more prepared than the rest of them, seatbelt already off and arms extended to catch her. He carried her back to her seat, buckling her in carefully, and strapping himself in next to her. Wise move – trying to crawl back to his own seat, fighting against the G-forces, would be near impossible.

There was a click, and then a shove, and then Keith got to feel those G-forces firsthand.

“What the hell!” he demanded, barely managing to catch himself on the arm of the blue paladin’s seat. “I coulda brained myself!”

Lance shrugged, playing for innocent, but a smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. Keith could’ve strangled him. “What? Thought I’d let you get back to your own chair. You're welcome for saving you, by the way.”

“Some saving, jerk! We're still falling!”

“Yeah. Personally, I would find somewhere to buckle up.”

“You’re so annoying,” Keith growled, and it was by spite alone that he managed to stomp back to his own seat and buckle himself in. He was bright red, anger making him hot – Lance always made him like this, so furious he could barely blink. One day they’d be making progress, working together like a dream, wiping the floor together, and the next it was like a switch was flipped. Like Lance was reminding himself that he and Keith could never get along. It was ridiculous, and Keith couldn’t for the life of him understand it. Was he so bad?

“Incoming!” Pidge shouted, shaking Keith back to himself. Her screen was now linked up with Coran���s, the only two things on in the entire castle – electronics seemed to come alive when Pidge touched them – and diagrams of the castle systems were blaring red, flashing with symbols Keith didn’t know, but recognised as bad. “The nav and power systems are down! It’s not safe to get anyone back there to force them back on manually, but I think I can get steering up in a sec. Shiro, I need your arm for power. Hunk, keep on Allura, make sure she’s upright when we crash, we don’t want a spinal injury. Lance, Keith, I’m turning steering over to you guys. Don’t fuck it up.”

Despite their bickering, both of them nodded. Neither of them particularly wanted to be turned into paladin pancake anytime soon, so they could collaborate for one thing. 

Seconds after Pidge spoke, a screen flickered to life in front of Keith. Stats blinked back up, glitching rapidly as they translated themselves into words and symbols Keith could understand. The hologram shifted and expanded to its usual 3D model, joystick in the middle, thrusters and controls to his left, a screen with Lance’s comm line to his right. In his little screen, Lance met his eyes, eyebrows raised in question. Keith nodded. Together, they wrapped their hands around the joysticks, breathed out, and let their minds fuse.

As always, it was a freaky feeling. Imagine the weird, shuddery feeling you get when you say the same thing as someone at the same time, voices layering, tone mixing, for a moment your own voice and the voice of a stranger synching into one. The weird, deja-vu-but-not of it, the uncanny valley feel of recognising your own voice but…different. 

Then multiply that freakiness by a hundred, and you still won’t quite get it. 

On some levels Keith was aware that he was his own person. He knew his name, knew his hands, knew his history – or well, some of it. Nothing about himself had changed. 

But at the same time, he was also Lance Esposita-McClain. He knew his name, knew his hands, knew his history, more of it than he could ever get from shared stories or mind melds. There’s no telling the way your sister’s arm feels hooked around your neck for the sixth noogie in as many minutes. There’s no explaining the way your breathing only gets calm with your feet in the saltwater. There’s no describing the curve of your mother’s smile. Nothing Keith was seeking out – no memories he would even know to look for – but they were there, simmering, triggered by a smell or the crook of his finger in a particular way. Memories stored in the body and the soul and the senses, not in the brain, shared when two consciousnesses become one. 

Lance’s mind was hyperspecific. It complemented Keith’s well, with all his flitting, quick detail-oriented observance. As Keith jumped from angle to angle, noticing the planet’s curve, the pull of its gravity, the heat of its atmosphere, Lance zeroed in on an island, one of the only ones big enough for them to land. While Keith kept their craft in control, steering along the air currents, Lance kept them directed, single-minded focus on a stretch of rocky beach – not exactly a soft landing, but not a lot of living things for them to destroy when they crash. (Keith would’ve chosen to land in the meadow. Crushing frogs and bugs or whatever is never something on his top priority list of things to avoid. But he didn’t argue when Lance nudged them towards what is about to be a very bumpy landing.)

“Brace yourself!” he shouted, not daring to look away to make sure his friends were buckled. Trusting that they were, he held his position, letting them plummet, coming closer and closer to splatting on the planet’s surface before finally yanking on the joystick as hard as he could. He felt Lance’s strength twist and tangle with his own, and together the two of them levelled the castle almost parallel with the ground, letting them glide on their own velocity until they slowed down enough to let the bottom of the craft brush against the rocky outcrop. 

It was the most turbulent landing Keith has ever felt, except maybe that time he and Lance crashed blindfolded into a sand dune, and every bump on the ground gave him whiplash. When the castle finally hit the ground for good, dragging them a gauge in the ground for several miles as friction finally slowed it to a stop, the leftover inertia yanked Keith forward so roughly the buckles of his seatbelt made something crack in his ribcage. When the castle finally stopped he got slammed back into his chair so hard he was almost surprised he didn’t fall right through the impenetrable material. 

It took a minute for everything to hit. His connection with Lance had been severed the second they hit the ground, too focused on being, y’know, crashed to keep holding on. After the shock of being tossed around like dice in a cup wore off, which did not take long, Keith’s body made it very clear that yeah, no, armour actually only does so much, and crash landing is one of those things that’s just bound to hurt. His skull pounded. At least one of his ribs was most definitely cracked. His wristed and knuckles ached from the strain of holding up the entire weight of the castle as he’d steered it. He was alive, obviously, but – Jesus. Being alive sucked.

“Sound off,” croaked Shiro from somewhere left of him.

“Ugh,” groaned Pidge. “Screw you, Keith, I hate it when you drive.”

“Next time I’ll be sure to let us crash,” Keith responded flatly.

“Um, you did, bozo, I asked you to land us –”

“The castle was dead! What did you expect me to –”

“Allura and I are both fine,” Hunk interrupted. Amusement lined his voice. “She’s still out, but she’s breathing fine, and I didn’t let her hit anything on impact. She should still get checked out, though.”

“Roger that,” Coran agreed. “Ease your worries, Number Two, you did well. I will have her in the MedBay as soon as our systems are up and running again.”

“Oh, whew, that’s a relief, because I didn’t want to say anything but she kinda jammed her elbow into my sternum by accident and I’m not blaming her or anything since she’s unconscious but I think my spleen may be a little dead, not a huge deal I’m sure but –”

“Everyone quiet!” barked Shiro. “That’s six accounted for! Who’s missing?”

Immediately, heart pounding, Keith whipped to his right. His stomach dropped. The Blue Lion Command Chair was empty – seatbelt torn somewhere on the shoulder, cracked helmet overturned carelessly on the seat. The crisp blue and white lines were marred by a small splash of red. Panic clawed its way up Keith’s throat, and he was out of his seat before he could register unbuckling his own straps, looking frantically around the bridge. 

“He’s here somewhere,” Pidge fretted, “he couldn’t’ve just disappeared –” 

Coran had a gloved hand clenched in his hair. “The windows and walls should be almost impenetrable, there is no way the crash broke them enough to let someone in –”

“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck –”

“Guys,” a soft voice interrupted, and Keith could’ve collapsed with relief. The castle has been flipped sideways during the fall, floor suddenly now 90 degrees, and standing at the side of the control board, now the very high top, was Lance. For whatever reason he had climbed it while they bickered, and now stood very still, gloved hand pressed to the glass of the windshield. Blood trickled from his temple, tracing a line down the side of his face, disappearing in the neckline of his armour. “We got company.”

Shifting gears – Keith was about to tear him a new one, when Shiro says sound off you sound off – but froze when he looked out the window, following Lance’s gaze.

Marching towards them, in numbers Keith couldn’t pretend to count, was an army.

— — —

part two

[ethanharmonia]

Pokemon AU Day 6! :D

...parenting👬

It was a rushed drawing again as i didnt have enough time😭😭

Dont sue me for that please im trying my best

ANYWAYS HAVE THEM!!!!!!!!!

[angelbitezzz]

There was gonna be more but, well, y'know 😒

So last night I got struck by the idea lightning and started spontaneously working on a Mafiafell self insert au because I'm insane. Underfell is already basically my favorite au, and while Mafiafell has it's problems (glances surreptitiously at that one infamous fic and comic) I think it has a lot of potential

[wasabi-gumdrop]

as far as anime crossovers with dunmeshi go, i’ve seen some pretty silly comparisons with Kabru. let’s be serious here, he’d only need a few seconds in a room with Reigen before realizing the guy’s a conman. if we’re talking a matchup of comparable skills, Loid Forger is the one who’d actually be a real challenge for Kabru.

[iliketodrawstuffilike]

Here’s Frankie and Wally’s siblings!🥺 🙂🍎 😠👿✨😑😒 😥🦋 😡😞✨✍️🥰

I have yet to reveal their names, but don’t they look amazing!🥰��

(Also, in this AU, Wally is a triplet!🩵🍎💙✨)

I’ll update the sketches later too…😅✨

[beneathsilverstars]

the answer was right there in front of me all along.. loop is siffrin's drag persona.... it just makjes sense....,.

if i ever did a mundane earth au a drag au would rule. isabeau helps everyone w their outfits. mirabelle does the flyers. siffrin hosts. bonnie can't even go to all of nille's shows but they are gearing up to guest perform at drag brunch with her one of these second sundays. odile i. th. sorry i can't keep theorizing i imagined odile in drag and now i have to go sit down

[hairmetal666]

At 16, Steve Harrington was everything Eddie accused him of being: spoiled, vapid, cruel, lazy, his entire life handed to him on a silver platter. He was the golden boy, the perfect son, the heir to the fortune, and he lived up to every expectation. Athletic, beautiful, charming—and sure, he didn’t get the best grades, but those, like anything, could be bought.

It was a privileged life, everyone said. But they didn’t stick around for the lonely nights by himself in that big house, or the weekends that slipped into weeks with no one around to care what Steve did or who he did it with. His parents were busy people. He understood. His mom always made it up to him when they came back to town, or at least she made the effort before he hit high school.

Steve found other ways to fill the silence. Packing the house with the basketball team and the swim team and the baseball team. Throwing ragers that no one ever called the cops about. His parents didn’t even mention it when they came home to the house a wreck, priceless antiques broken and shattered. He fucked wherever he pleased, hoping that his parents would come home and catch him on the pool table with his latest conquest.

His life of no consequences changed overnight the summer between his sophomore and junior year, the night of his mother’s annual mid-summer party.

Forever is the Sweetest Con Chapter 5, out now!

[hailkingphantom]

Dp x dc

Bruce x Danny

Enemies to rivals to friend to lovers!

Batman meets Phantom. Phantom meets Batman.

They dont like each other.

Phantom despises that furry wannabe  hero that couldn't deal with his own rougues, let so many people die and have contingency plans not just for him but for all his friends, family and acquaintances.

Batman despises the ghost that is too stubborn to accept help and end causing too much property damage and who his plans could be never be sure that they'll work.

Batman paranoia vs phantom paranoia

They both agree in see each other just the necesary.

The problem: they didnt count in that their kids/family would become curious.

The batkids look for this phantom guy just to annoy bruce. They end adopted by Danny in less than a day, now they have one new dad, two uncles and one sister. They dont complain.

Meanwhile, Danielle in playing pranks on the new billionaire enemy of her dad, Bruce obviously finds it out and Danielle bond with the dark knight, the bat kids and Alfred (but not before a fight, she is a phantom, she won't trust a furry vigilante billionaire with adoption problems easily)

The kids begin to go house to house until Danny and Bruce notice it. Which took an embarrassing amount of time.

Both confront each other about stealing their kid(s), and after a long discusion, they end in a co-parenting agreement, realizing that both have too many resposabilities and some issues and that for it their kid(s) end looking other adult to pass time and help them.

Slowly their burning hate become in heated rivalry about who their kids like more, the kids are in heaven.

Now, how their rivalry morphed into a friendship with afternoons drinking chocolate while they exchange anecdotes of their kids shenenigans, struggles and likes, and then end with them kissing in the throne room in front of the council. They don't know.

And for their kids shocked faces they don't know either.

While this was happening Alfred took the money that a very surprised Tucker gave him

He knew it since the start.

[druidshollow]

i know i said i wanted brilliant fire to attack dune earlier but im not sure on that now lol. idk yet theres so many options with him

dunes group all have their own masks and other than whimsy's theyre all modified enforcer masks. i think fire wears his the most (and dune the least), especially after he sees blade and realizes he could still be recognized on ground level, since its where his mom is from. its got the symbol for "ghost" on top of it so people call him ghost sometimes i imagine

hes so edgy. like. intentionally. edgy teen! edgy teen. he hates his dad and he loves shooting guns

[the-cookie-of-doom]

I didn’t write it in but I need you to imagine for this scene: Kim is sitting in the middle of Porsche’s bed surrounded by at least 5 different guns (which were all hidden), aggressively stripping and stress-cleaning them. Meanwhile Porsche is watching him like awww, murder muffin