#tell me if you want more stuff about this au

[dykekarkat]

HTTYD AU?!?!?! pls tell me more.........

YIPPEE ^-^ A CHANCE TO TALK ABOUT MY MOST BELOVED AU

i watched httyd 1 recently (one of my favorite movies of all time) and as i was sitting there i went "wow...wouldn't it be cool if this was all for the game" bcus i have terminal aftg disease.

basically in this au neil is hiccup, andrew is astrid, and kevin is toothless. originally, i thought about doing a simple 'neil on the run but this time dragons exist and the foxes run berk blah blah' but then i got the idea to put nathan as stoic which...oh it's so fun. so now you have a neil who's been with his father his whole life, the foxes who live in nathan's village, and the New Kids nicky, aaron, and andrew minyard.

nathan manipulating the situation on berk to make everyone hate dragons (neil character trait moment) and go to war against them with fervor while neil refuses to fight them (bcus men have always been the monsters in his life). all of the foxes would be the equivalent of hiccup's dragon riders so they're being trained to kill dragons, with dan being the best (and andrew would b the best if he gave a shit. which he doesn't). wymack is gobber bcus i am imagining a really elaborate hate filled slightly homoerotic dynamic between him and nathan (there's backstory here but basically nathan mutinied the village and stole the chief position from wymack), and also because having him as the one training the kids (more similar to self defense than anything) and the one running the forge with neil (ostracized similar to hiccup) is just right to me.

THE FUN STUFF is getting to introduce kevin as toothless ^-^ i'm stealing the concept of dragons being able to communicate with humans from the httyd book series, idk if i want to go the dragonese route (language in the book) or a telepathy route so tbd. neil is the one to injure kevin's tail, except this time it was purely on accident. his decision to create a way for kevin to still fly is basically him wanting to take responsibility, and because kevin is really adamant about getting back to a nest for some reason....kevin is still his haughty asshole self but now he's a dragon, and in the beginning neil and him spend a lot of time circling each other before kevin will accept his help.

IN THE BACKGROUND or well not really in the background because this will probably become a switch pov story, andrew is watching everything happening with slight curiousity. i'm not changing his canon backstory much, but know at this point drake and tilda are both dead, also no drugs bcus i dont want to <3. aaron and him are still not close / fighting, but they aren't in forced proximity at the same level bcus aaron is apprenticing under abby NOT training to kill dragons like andrew. in httyd astrid starts paying attention to hiccup out of jealousy / curiosity, but here it's more like andrew does not trust neil and he Especially doesn't trust their chief nathan so he's going to get to the bottom of it (also he's crushing not that he'd admit it). now just imagine kevin and andrew meeting for the first time similar to toothless and astrid, okay you've got that in your head right? now imagine andrew being the one forced to fly very high up on a dragon as neil pleads his case about not killing his only friend (the dragon).

anyway this got long and idk if any of this makes sense and maybe no one else cares but andreil with their dragon bestie kevin...it's everything to me...

[greenleaf4stuff]

Of Convenience – Epilogue (Part 11.2)

(all previous parts of "Of Convenience")

Adar x Celebrimbor (silverscars) political marriage AU, 11th snippet / epilogue, part 2. Adar and Celebrimbor consummate their marriage, aka, make love to one another.

Here be smut! This is at least M rated people. Please mind the rating!

This is it, the Good Stuff(TM)! Again, this is smut, but there is also a lot of fluff and sappiness mixed in here. It's also the final bit for the 'main story' of this AU – though, who knows, maybe I’ll pick it up again for some interludes or some glimpses into everyday married life for those two in the future, though likely at a much slower pace than this one. Thank you, again, to everyone who has joined me on this journey. I appreciate all of you and your support means the world to me. (And also, hopefully, I’ll see you guys in the notes for any future fics of those two I might write. Because I still have a couple ideas and WIPs to work on.) Enjoy, and once again, Thank You! <3 <3 <3

Once they had separated again, Adar appeared much more confident. He used only his right hand as he reached down, grabbed the hem of his tunic, and then began to pull it over his head.

As his long hair began to tangle in the garment, Celebrimbor reached forward and helped him out of it. Like his own tunic and Adar’s armor, they let it drop to the ground, forgotten.

The uruk’s chest was littered with scars as well; burn marks and the remains of old wounds that the elf could not identify. Perhaps, Adar would be willing to tell him about each of them one day.

"You are beautiful," escaped the smith without his permission, but he couldn’t regret the words. Even as Adar stared incredulously at him. "I mean it. I look at you and see beauty."

Celebrimbor wanted to make himself clear. "Maybe not in the typical elven way, but I can see you have survived great strain and terrible hardship. I do not mind the scars. They are a part of you, and I love you."

He knew he was being awfully emotional about all this, but- he had to speak these words. He didn’t want to leave any doubt about what he felt for the other, or how he saw him.

The uruk closed his arms around the elf and brought the two of them together in another embrace. He kissed Celebrimbor’s temple, his cheek, his jaw, and then whispered against his lips. "It has been a very long time since I have been called ‘beautiful‘. And even longer, still, since I believed it. But I believe you."

A pause, a breath. "How have I gotten so lucky? The most decent, the most kindhearted of all elves, and I get to call you my own. You, the one who was willing to see me and my children as more than just Morgoth’s creations."

"You are more than Morgoth’s creation," Celebrimbor said with conviction. "And if you have gotten lucky, so have I."

He dared Adar to disagree with his words by frowning just the slightest bit, until the uruk laughed and pulled him close again. They kissed once more. As Adar let his hands roam, so did Celebrimbor.

Adar’s body certainly was not like an elf’s, but this was not a detriment in the smith’s opinion. He enjoyed letting his hands move over the scars, felt shapes beneath his fingertips whose textures felt new and unique and exciting to him.

Likewise, his husband seemed unable to let his own hands rest either; they moved over the expanse of Celebrimbor’s back and between his shoulder blades, to his arms, up to his neck and then down to his pecs, which the uruk squeezed. The elf gasped into their kiss as a result, and when Adar made to draw back, he caught the uruk's fingers to press them onto his chest again and moaned into the other’s mouth at the resulting pressure.

They soon shed the rest of their clothing, stepping out of their shoes and boots as well as their breeches. Adar’s mouth wandered from Celebrimbor’s mouth to his jaw, his ear, and then his neck.

He was soft with his kisses, mindful of the bruising, until the elf drew his head closer with his hand and groaned as the other sucked his own bruise into the hollow of his throat. 

Celebrimbor didn’t care in the least whether or not someone else would see it, come morning.

Moving against one another sent sparks through the elf’s body now that they were completely bare, and he felt heat rise up his body when he felt how aroused Adar was already.

The uruk grabbed his behind and drew them against each other fully. Both groaned at the contact.

"Celebrimbor-" Adar began. He already sounded breathless.

"Tyelpe," the smith replied, quickly, before Adar could finish his sentence. At the other’s questioning look, Celebrimbor drew him forward and kissed him, before he repeated. "Call me Tyelpe. It’s short for-"

"Telperinquar," Adar finished. He sounded reverent as he said it. Celebrimbor felt himself shiver at the sound of his name on Adar’s tongue. He nodded to confirm it.

"...Tyelpe," Adar repeated the name as if tasting it. In turn, Celebrimbor moved forward as if to lick it out of his mouth. The kiss left them both breathless and flushed.

"...let us move over to your bed," the uruk suggested, quietly, and the elf let himself be walked over without hesitation. Instead, he tried to catch Adar’s lips again. It was like he had gotten addicted to them – their warmth, their softness, the pressure. He couldn’t stop seeking them out.

The uruk was careful as he helped his husband lay down and then moved on top of him. He caught Celebrimbor’s eye as he kept himself suspended above the elf, and only laid down when Celebrimbor stretched out his arms and beckoned him to do so.

Soon, they were moving against one other, rubbing skin against skin as they kissed, hands restless on each other’s bodies.

"What do you want to do?" Adar asked, once they managed to break their kiss for a moment. A fine strand of spit hung between their mouths and neither of them was willing to move far away from the other.

"Whatever you want to do," Celebrimbor replied. To make himself perfectly clear, he untangled his legs from Adar’s and loosely wrapped them around the uruk’s hips, who groaned deeply and thrust down against the elf in response. "If you’d let me, I’d want all of you."

His hips moved up into Adar’s thrusts all of their own. Both of them moaned at the feeling of them sliding against one another.

They could barely control themselves, and Adar eventually had to use his hand to grab Celebrimbor’s hip and pin it to the bed – though gently – so they would not finish too soon.

"Do you have any oil?" He sounded hopeful, even if he looked a bit skeptical.

His expression changed to one of surprise when Celebrimbor reached across and over the side of the bed, only to produce a small bottle, which he pressed into Adar’s hand. The smith felt rather proud of himself in that moment.

The uruk raised his eyebrows. "Do you always happen to have some spare oil nearby, or…" He suddenly narrowed his eyes, though it was clearly playful. "Did you hope this would happen?"

The elf grew just the slightest bit sheepish and fluttered his eyelashes at the uruk. "What can I say? If the the last two days have taught me anything, it is to always be prepared – and not let anything go to waste by holding back."

Adar looked at Celebrimbor with wide eyes for a moment, and then he smirked and shook his head, before he gave his husband another peck on the lips. "My dear, you are full of surprises. I hadn’t expected that you’d be quite so bold in this."

A pause. "I think I like it."

The uruk was careful as he prepared his husband; he took the time to warm the oil, helped Celebrimbor place a pillow underneath his hips and placed one of the smith’s legs over his shoulder. Before he touched the elf, he kissed the side of his knee and leant over him to have a good look at his face.

"Are you still certain?"

The smith smiled brightly at the question, and nodded. "Yes," he took a shuddering breath. "A bit nervous though, I’ll admit. I haven’t done this in a long time."

The uruk leant down to press his lips to Celebrimbor’s forehead, then kissed him deeply. "Me neither. I promise I’ll go slow."

The elf nodded, and held onto the side of the uruk’s face and his upper arm. "I know."

And indeed, Adar took his time. Not only did he stretch his husband, but he also stroked him as he knelt before the elf, twin sensations that kept Celebrimbor relaxed and in a state of near perpetual pleasure.

The elf languished in his position and how it allowed him to watch his husband while the other worked. There was a look of concentration on Adar’s face while he alternated between focusing on his tasks and Celebrimbor’s face, as if to make sure the other was truly enjoying this.

Celebrimbor smiled and made no attempt to hide his reactions; he looked at Adar with hooded eyelids and his mouth half-open, spilling sighs and gasps whenever the other touched him in a particularly pleasant way.

He could tell the uruk was slowly but surely becoming more impatient, though he was good at hiding it. He hadn’t once touched himself, so Celebrimbor stretched out a hand and tried to motion the other to come closer, "Let me do something for you, too."

Adar smiled gently, and used one hand to stroke the space between Celebrimbor’s leg and his lower stomach for a bit. "You don’t have to do anything but lie back. I’ll take care of you tonight."

"Next time, then," the elf insisted cheekily, and then moaned and arched his back when Adar found that sensitive spot inside him.

Whether Celebrimbor’s reaction had been the final straw to entice his husband, or whether he simply deemed him ready, the elf would never know, but Adar soon finished his preparations and began to arrange the elf’s body to his liking.

Legs wrapped high around Adar’s upper body, ankles crossed at the back, the elf let his lower body be hoisted up by an arm around his hip while Adar reached down to line himself up to Celebrimbor’s entrance.

The elf cupped his husband’s cheeks once more, stroking gentle fingers along the scars there. Their faces were so very close. Adar’s eyes were almost black with how dilated his pupils were by that point. He was a sight to behold, with sweat beading on his forehead and strands of his hair stuck to his skin.

And yet, his expression remained so gentle, so attentive.

"May I?" the uruk asked. Celebrimbor nodded, not quite sure if he’d be able to manage any words.

They both sighed and pressed close when Adar began to sink into Celebrimbor’s body. This was not just warmth, but heat that spread through him now.

There was no pain, only a stretch that felt wonderfully intimate, and Adar who seemed to fight his own pleasure to keep his eyes on Celebrimbor, to make sure he was alright.

Trembling with how good he felt, the smith let himself spill whatever words came to him. "You feel wonderful," he said. It was true. "You’re being so gentle with me, so careful, nobody has touched me with such reverence."

"I wish you could see yourself right now. I could look upon you all day. Want to-" his breath hitched and he moaned once more as Adar finally sank in to the hilt and crowded close, rubbing their noses against each other as the uruk tried to catch his breath. "Want to sketch you like this, so you can see how radiant you are-"

With a loud groan, the uruk brought their lips together. The kiss was deeper, more urgent now, it almost felt as if he wanted to drink Celebrimbor down. He wrapped his hands around the elf’s shoulders and behind is head.

They both were breathless when they broke apart.

"Can I-?"

"Yes, please, move-" Adar laughed, very softly, at Celebrimbor’s eagerness, and pecked his lips before he began to follow his husband’s request.

The friction felt downright otherworldly, and the pleasure was only heightened because the elf got to experience his husband’s as well. They moved with each other and quickly found a rhythm that worked for them as they slowly built up the pace.

Still, Adar seemed to hold back. "I’m alright, I feel good- you can let go. I want you to. Please," the elf coaxed the other. It was clear the uruk was enjoying this, with the way every other breath turned into a deep groan and how he couldn’t quite keep his eyes open.

Adar needed a moment to find his words, and moaned when he found a good angle on his next thrust before he answered. "I’m- quite strong-"

"I know," Celebrimbor remembered Adar’s battle prowess. He curled himself up and brought their foreheads together as he clenched down onto the uruk. "I want to feel it. I don’t care about bruising – you won’t hurt me. I know you won’t. I trust you."

This time, it didn’t take long to convince the other, and the smith soon held onto Adar with all his limbs and pressed his face into his neck as his voice rose in pleasure.

Adar hadn’t lied when he said he was strong; the way he snapped his hips down now was intense, but good. He managed to hit every single sensitive spot Celebrimbor had and still, nothing he did hurt, there was only pressure, and bliss.

"It’s good, it’s so good-" the elf reassured the other, encouraged him. "Please, don’t stop-"

They both were reaching for their completion now, desperate in how they scrambled against one another. Celebrimbor smeared spit onto Adar’s cheek as he attempted to speak, could feel the groans – no, growls – the uruk let out against the junction of his neck and shoulder, the way he mouthed at the skin.

"I’m close-" Adar warned through clenched teeth, before he brought his and Celebrimbor’s eyes into alignment again, both their hands around one another’s shoulders and on their cheeks now. "You feel so good, I’m so close-"

"I am too," Celebrimbor replied, breathless, eager, near overcome. "Please, you can-"

"Come for me," Adar asked him instead, and the elf was powerless to do anything but comply with a long moan of Adar’s name. Judging by the way Adar thrust down with all his strength and then shouted, loudly, he was quick to follow.

They were both shaking as pleasure washed over them, their hands slipped on sweat-covered skin, but then renewed their grip and held onto one another.

Celebrimbor couldn’t speak for himself, but Adar was quite the sight. His face was completely open now, and there was no strain, only the euphoria of release and underneath, the love he held for his husband, clear as day.

What a gift, the elf thought, that he got to see the other so unguarded and so content. Would get to see him like this, again and again.

The two husbands collapsed onto the bed in the aftermath. Adar was pressing Celebrimbor into the bed with his own weight, whereas the elf cushioned the uruk’s body with his own. Their grip on one another loosened as they caught their breath, but they did not fully let each other go.

Celebrimbor continued to rest his legs over his husband’s back and stroked fingers up and down between his shoulder blades. When Adar shivered and grew restless at the light touches, the elf moved his fingers into Adar’s hair instead, slowly carding through the soft strands and scratching his scalp.

Adar, too, seemed unwilling to move. His head was tucked under Celebrimbor’s chin where his breath fanned out over the elf’s collarbones. His right hand stroked a thumb up and down Celebrimbor’s hip, whereas his left one – the one usually in his gauntlet – sought of Celebrimbor’s free hand and linked their fingers together.

It was the elf who brought their hands to his lips for another kiss. Adar sighed in response, and rubbed in nose into Celebrimbor’s skin when the elf kissed the top of his head next.

They should probably move and get cleaned up, sooner or later, but for now, Celebrimbor just wanted to enjoy this moment.

He smiled, happy and exhausted, when Adar lifted his head. The uruk, too, looked like he’d soon fall asleep. Which was probably a good thing – both of them still needed to recover from the previous weeks.

As Celebrimbor stroked the back of his hand across Adar’s cheek, the other smiled back at him.

"I love you, Tyelpe," he said. Celebrimbor hadn’t ever seen him look more at ease, more happy, than in this moment.

His own resulting smile felt so wide the elf wasn’t sure how it could still fit his own face.

"I love you too, Adar. My husband."

The uruk reached over and brought their lips together once again. "Indeed. My husband."

[sherbetstudios]

LMK MASQUERADE AU

Hello, Monkie men, Dragon girls, and all in between. I come to introduce you all to my cool new au…

WARNING. THERE IS A LOT UNDER THE CUT.

Hi there!!! I’m really glad you’re interested! I won’t keep you waiting.

BASIC OVERVIEW

This au is a play on Mardi Gras traditions and whatever I decide I want to throw in. I’m not exactly following any rules, just having fun!

S1 events are kinda weird in this, they don’t exactly happen with MK and gang. They’ve taken place beforehand in their own ways. DBK and LBD are both free. LBD is our big bad. Yeah sorry guys this is mostly S2/3 centered.

The celestial realm in this AU is also referred to as the court of Mardi Gras. Both names work! Celestial Maidens are also referred to as Maidens of the Court, and Celestial army men are knights of the court, etc.

i do not plan on making a comic or a large fic. This will be mostly small pieces or a big story, which is why I’ll lay it out for you instead.

PLOT OVERVIEW

the Mayor hosts a grand masquerade ball, and MK and gang attend. They leave to go somewhere else for a split second, and upon returning find every attendant has gone missing. As the only surviving group of witnesses, they decide it’s on them to help figure out what happened!

as we already know, the Mayor works for the Lady Bone Demon, and it’s easy to guess this is her doing. The LBD gang are in fact behind this!

MK runs into Redson trying to steal Wukongs wand (staff) from a hidden room in the house of magic. This honestly plays out mostly how it does in canon, turns out MK has a connection to it and enter epic chase scene.

Wukong comes into the situation when he puts two and two together that the rumors of a new magician kid and the fact his wand isn’t there when he comes back.

Macaque is going to be our most frequent antagonist, who we meet the most often. He’s honestly who I think I’ll have the most fun with. I’m letting him be a theater kid.

They will search for the rings of Samadhi at some point.

OTHER STUFF

Chang’e makes the moon pies. Listen it’s PEEFECT.

The brotherhood is still a heavy wip, as well as the journey. Like lowk I may leave it untouched if im not bothered about it. I’m focusing more on the present than anything. Sorry.

MK

Xiaǒ Mòshú Shī (little magician)

He’s not much different than canon!! I mean honestly idk what to put here.

his outfit is supposed to resemble his s4 armor.

MEI

Again, similar to canon!

WUKONG

“The great Magician equal to the Court”

The mountain he was trapped in I’m thinking might be changed to like a circus tent… agin the past is hard to figure out how to go with on theme and will probably stay allusive in any content I make.

MACAQUE

“The masked man”

There’s not point in trying to act like he’s gonna be some big reveal for you guys, but he will be for the characters!!

The skull on his hat + his mask are marks of LBD. He sheds them once he’s able to turn against her.

He did still die at some point that’s not changing

ORGANIZATIONS

The court of Mardi Gras/Celestials

Yk. It is what I said earlier.

The spider ring

The Spider Queen/Venomous Jester and her followers. Seek to overthrow the Celestials and gain control.

The Bone Demon Court

LBD, the mayor, the city police force, and Macaque

Big bad

The Mayor is actually in governmental power in this AU. The police are all agents of his and lead our detectives/protags in weird unproductive ways that typically lead to a dead end or the masked man (Macaque)

Yeah okay that’s kinda all I have for you right now!!! I’ll make a masterpost and shit later. Byeee PLEASE TELL ME IF THSI IS INTERESTING I MEED TO KNOW SOMEBODY IS CURIOUS OR APPROVING.

btw Spotify playlist https://open.spotify.com/playlist/44XDjqorXkoPYReE4sA2N4?si=j6mJHH_wTS6aJb9ssCN5RA&pi=u-Nu1WVpkqSEO8

[mayvora]

OHHH OKAY OKAY

sooo I won't be saying much today cause it's late for me buuut I'll tell you the general info and I can talk about it tomorrow more if you want!! (tomorrow in my time ig? when I sleep lol. it's uh 22 right now. 10 pm? is that how you say it?)

This au takes place in my own little world that has its own magic system!! It's also based in the uhh 14-15 century inspired world. So. Old stuff old weapons. it is scar-centered, told mostly from his pov but I consider the other 7 important characters as main characters too!!

So, the cast of eight. Scar, Martyn, Ren, Jimmy, Joel, Etho, Lizzie and Grian (who carries the name Xelqua for lore reason / because of course I was obsessed with watcher lore 2 years ago and now it just holds too much lore weight to change it)

This 8 dummies form a war group. A revolution group. Also a family but they'll never admit it. They own have their little stories that I can talk forever about BUT BASICALLY it's a found family where every member was a lost dog and then got adopted into the revolution. What they are fighting for? Oh, well...

So, in this world there are... sides you can say? The borders between those sides are very unclear and can be crossed easily, to be honest. In simple words, there are magical creatures of many kinds (the ones that are being hunted for just existing), the humans (who are mostly neutral but each person can choose to trust/support one of the sides) and the Inquisition (the official villains you can say!! they hunt creatures. most of them are humans, but sometimes creatures join them too. for many reasons. some are forced into it. some want power. some just want to survive.)

And the revolutions goal is to protect creatures from Inquisition!! And, hopefully, destroy it one day, but that... honestly, feels like a dream that cannot be true. they're just 8 creatures against the incredibly politically powerful organisation...

...or, shall I say, 7 creatures and one human?

Because yes. The Scar himself is just a simple person. Just a boy who believes in magic. Just a boy who loves fairy tails and wishes to meet the "Codfather" from the myths and...

And. A boy who meets the Ocean Queen. The boy who helps save the Codfather. The boy who joined the revolution against what holds no power over him. Just because his heart believes that fighting alongside his new creature friends is a right thing.

And, well, Scar always chooses with his heart.

HONESTLY I HAVE SO MUCH TO TELL I'm just very tired from a job and a little bit bad with words lol

I have thought about characters way too much... About their feeling... Their backstories... What they think about each other... What they desire...

I'll give a very short note about each and one of them and then I'll go to shleeeps hehe

Scar!! Scar is a human. A very simple dude. Ever since being a silly little child he is obsessed with myths and legends about magic and magical creatures and has not stopped hyper fixating on them for the whole 20-something years of his life. He joines the revolution because he believes that creatures are cool and must be kept alive!! And the story is mostly about him learning everyone's backstories and . You know. Understanding them. Becoming one of them in spirit.

Martyn - my favourite and my most hated dude in this au. I cannot stop obsessing. He is a weirdo. He is a strange creature. Something never seen before. He is a Star and no one knows what that means. He takes form of who's dear to him and has features of some the other revolution members. He is the "lore guy" cause he talks so much about legends of the past and basically explains everything to Scar. And is his mentor both in magic-world-knowledge and in fighting. Has a very strange story cause HE KNOWS that he HAS a past and it's important but he cannot remember what he once was. Only remembers the flickers of his past knowledge.

Jimmy - THE SILLLYYYYYY has been in this group since the very start of it but left for aaaa century I believe? is a river spirit. lived on the river near Scars home village for this century = has legends surrounding him. Is actually just a silly fish dude with a tragic love story. And Scars friend. :3.

Lizzie - ohhh my Queen my Empress. Is an ocean spirit and was once and empress of the land under the endless immortal waters of the world ocean... but quit her "job" because she felt that she is so much more than a marrionette of the royals behind her throne. felt that this is not her purpose. has an insanely high intuition and it is said that she has a strong connection with a time itself although it is not specified if it's true. But she did feel that meeting Scar was not an accident and hella was right the queen it was NOT it was predict- too much looooore uuppppssiess

Joel - the youngest. Little beast. A werewolf. A problem AND a solution. Is incredibly a Workaholic and incredibly a Problem. Grew up with this group. Was with them since he was a shmooooool puppy. Believes that the revolutions beliefs are the absolute truth. Will do anything for the revolution. Is badly in love with Lizzie but she is very confused on how she should act cause uhhh she is like 3 centuries and a something older than him maybe not now Joelll. Love him 10/10 has the most fucked up future ever whooopsies lore again who said that.

Etho - the silent guy. A kitsune who is SO OUT OF PLACE. A conflict on the legs. But conflict is inside of him and it is like a storm it is so loud that everyone can hear it. Does not belong here but yet he is here. Feels like he is not on his place but they took him when no one would and Etho feels that he owes them too much to just leave them. Love the guy even if he almost never appears. Night guard dude.

Ren - MY GIYYYY MY DUDEEEEE MY TRAUM oh wait that's it's own story!! Also a werewolf, the best most positive guy EVER. cares about everyone because NO ONE CARES ABOUT THEMSELVES. mama chicken. Is the soul of the group, a soul dancing with the fire if you ask me. Dancing and singing its sparkly song that warms up the hearts of other. Is so sad inside I cry for him.

Grian - a leader. a bird cursed with a mark of Fate. Don't get me started. He and Martyn are the dudes who are so cursed with being loved too much by lore. Is by far the most depressed one. Every part of his talking and moving has some reasons in them because I'm so obsessed. The one who started this revolution and the one everyone is looking up to. I wonder what is in his heart. His heart hidden behind millions of chaines and guards. Huh. I wonder what he hides. In this heart of his. That he hides so much.

Anyways !! This is like. Just scratching the surface. Juuust basic stuff. Lol. Hope you like it!

i want to engage more with the hermitcraft/empires/life series/lizzie cinematic universe fandom but I'm unsure how to start 👉👈 if you've got an au or something you wanna talk about please hit up my dms i am so hungry for fandom content

[glennquackmire]

Modern au where the curtis bros run a old fashioned diner that the greasers all work at and the socs run this fancy restaurant across the street and they have a krusty krab chum bucket type rivalry

I hate this drawing sm you have no idea

Tell me if someone else had this idea before me btw ☝️

[biblically-accurate-dca]

substitute

[yuwuta]

gojo would kill your work husband. but if he were the work husband, that's a different story

REAL!! he’s such a hypocrite because if someone mentioned you had a work husband, his entire world would stop and he wold devise the absolute worst plans to make sure that your co-worker, everyone at your job, and everyone in the next building over knew that he was happily committed to you 

but if he is the work husband, he’s very........ dutiful in his role. there’s a loose office/lawyer au in my head where satoru is your secretary, and for all intents and purposes, your personal assistant, and he’s good at his job, but mostly because he considers his job to be pleasing you. he has coffee for you when you arrive, he moves your schedule around without you asking, he has answers to questions before you can even ask them, he has fresh flowers on your desk weekly, pokes into your meetings to pretend to hand you a file that’s really just maybe a single document in a manilla folder with candy on top of it—he’s made himself your business, your partner; he’s made himself irreplaceable, and he loves to remind everybody of that fact. 

he’s also extremely loyal. sure, he could day a week’s worth of work done in about a day, but that doesn’t mean he’ll just use his talents for anybody. he’s your secretary, so he’s at your beck and call, and everyone knows it. they know he’s the best, but also that he’s off limits—not because you won’t share him, but because satoru won’t let himself be shared. 

he also extends his duties beyond work, of course. when he hands you a print out of your schedule for the day and you’re confused by the three-hour block of time you have in the middle of the day, satoru just helps you shrug your coat of your shoulders and smiles, “that’s for the lunch date you have with me, of course!” hanging up your coat in your closet for you, “i’m paying, see you soon, sweets.” and because you’re great at your job, and satoru helps you be great, nobody really questions when the two of you have time for a 13-course tasting menu at 1pm on a tuesday afternoon. and if they did, all satoru would say that you two had a lovely date 

[theokusgallery]

Hiiii I saw you say you have Notes on your Remus and Janus designs 👀👀?

Could we see/hear some tidbits?

FOR SURE !! Here's what the original doodles for their designs look like, first off, (I know you didn't ask for Virgil but I did these three at the same time)

When I drew this I had just finished an exam and had to wait another hour until I could leave the classroom, so I wrote down enough notes that I had to flip the page instead:

Virgil:

- Virgil has light brown hair that he dyes black (badly). It is essential that the dye job look like shit. It looks artificial, his roots are showing, there's patches where the color didn't take, etc etc.

- He also has blue eyes, which I decided on mostly because it makes it even more clear that his hair isn't naturally black.

- He wears earrings, but his ears aren't actually pierced — they're fake little little clip-on things.

- He wears black nail polish at all times, but it's always chipped because he gets the cheapest stuff he can get his hands on.

- His hair (especially his bangs) get very long at times because he gets too socially anxious to go to the hairdresser. Back in middle school, he used to have Janus cut them for him (Remus could have done a better job but trusting him with scissors would have been a mistake). Now he mostly cuts it off by himself — it looks about as good as his dye job.

- Virgil's purple hoodie is a leftover from Remus' fashion design endeavors that Remus thought didn't look weird enough.

Janus:

- He has naturally strawberry blonde hair. The length is very important to him — he started growing it towards the end of middle school. (He allows Remus to experiment with hairdos sometimes as long as he doesn't cut anything off. I need to draw that sometime)

- I'm not entirely settled on his eye color. I know at least one of his eyes is a very pretty brown, but I have half a mind to give him a yellow glass eye for his left side — I'm not sure it'd make any logistic sense for his situation, though

- He got his ears actually pierced when he was 16.

- He also may or may not have a forked tongue. Not sure how I'd ever be able to show that off — but if he does have one, then Remus definitely was the one to encourage him to do it.

- His fashion style was definitely influenced by being around Remus (who may have used him as a mannequin/dummy because he's small.) so much. Remus also attempted to make clothes for him, but Janus is very fancy and picky, so he doesn't wear those clothes very often (though he might accessorize with stuff Remus made for him occasionally).

Remus:

- He has naturally very dark hair. He uses temporary/surface level dyes a lot, but if he's using permanent or semi-permanent dyes, he's usually limiting himself to the grey streak — it's kind of a sample strand, since it's already bleached. He 100% copied his hairstyle from Roman's.

- He (and Roman, of course) has greenish blue eyes.

- Janus paid for him to get his ears (and eyebrows) professionally pierced because otherwise he was just going to do it himself with a sewing needle.

- He has a lot of very shitty stick-and-poke tattoos he made/makes on himself. They're almost always hidden by his outfits.

- Speaking of which, Remus makes most of his outfits costumes himself. The quality of the work may vary, but they are always way too over-the-top for casual wear, because he stands out anyway, so... in for a penny, right. (As I said in the tags of a post: he is very creative and has no shame or social anxiety at all, so he had his whole aesthetic ("overdramatic green") figured out by the time he was 13)

- He also has SH scars, but, again — they're hidden by his outfits 99% of the time. He's a slut who never shows an inch of skin

[soupmanspeaks]

the topic of Helpy makes me go insane /pos like I have this headcanon that William/Springtrap just, DESPISED Helpy because William took heaps of pride from the Funtime line of Animatronics, he saw it as his son's crude mocking of HIS creations, when in reality its just Michaelangelo S Afton trying to use humor to once again cope with the horrors™️ Like I've probably said this here before but I headcanon that Helpy found his way into the PizzaPlex's marketing is because after the FNAF6 fire he just was under the rubble remarkably preserved or something and instead of going into the RockStarRow Museum, the FazExecs had dollar signs in their eyes and were like "yeah, that one will make us bank, ong" Ive also probably said this (bad memory sozzz) but a headcanon to go in tandem with that headcanon, is that Glamfreddy sighs in resignation whenever he passes by one of those Helpy monitors (he wasn't paid royaltys <//3 ) AND LIKE I GOTTA KNOW WHAT (glam)MIKE WOULD THINK OF THE ENTITY THAT IS SATAN DISGUISING HIMSELF AS AN AGENT OF LIGHT (Helpi) WOULD HE FEEL SAD? ANGRY? AT THE MIMIC? THE COMPANY?! please the topic of helpy is so interesting PLEAs-

[emily-mooon]

Figured I’d share my doodle page of the nordegrim fan kid I made a few days ago for day 2 of nordegrim week

His name is Ernest, he’s five, and he’ll tell you facts about the ocean and the creatures that live there

Close ups ⬇️

+ bonus me cause man did I go against my own headcanon

[good-beanswrites]

Lights, Camera, Sing Your Sins Archive 🎥

This is just so I can reference au things and keep details organized lol, I'll edit this post and try to keep it updated

Original Post/fic link

Original Art (by waivyjellyfish)

Extra Thoughts

Song Ask

Song Drabble

Scripted Harm Ask 1

Scripted Harm Ask 2

Scripted Harm Ask 3

Scripted Harm Drabble

Movie Night Ask 1

Movie Night Ask 2

Cover Song Ask 1

Cover Song Ask 2

Misc Thoughts Ask

MV Es Ask

Es/Jailbreak Team Ask 1

Es/Jailbreak Team Ask 2

Kazui Makeup Ask

Kazui Makeup Drabble

Kotoko Thumbnail Drabble

Hair Growth Ask

Yuno fic "Fell and Found Out" (by amugoffandoms)

Order of Attack AU Drabble

[deankarolina]

saw the results on that 'preferred level of toxic yuri' poll and ngl I think a lot of ppl on that poll are straight up lying or just unwilling to admit that their tastes aren't as edgy as they want to make it seem

the "most extreme" options are in a big lead rn and being around most of these 'toxic yuri' fandoms and seeing what the usual popular things are surrounding them like I'm sorry but a lot of you are lying maybe even to yourselves

[needlesandnilbogs]

The worst part about writing long aus is that you can’t infodump about it (without having to explain everything first so they get the context) unless you’re willing to make someone read 150k words

[wolfblood-of-anubis]

love that in my upcoming au where house of anubis is filled with demigods, a child of the big three coming into this meant-to-be safe place for their kind, immediately is made an enemy by a daughter of ares, and the big three kid will eventually end up with a child of athena

its just so funny to me

[artekai]

Aloy and Zo comforting Artekai after what happens to his boyfriend, for Day 1 of @polyshipweek, based on this art meme ^^

[rotisseries]

actually now that the clique thing is a few days old, i didn't really get involved for a reason and I don't feel super strongly in either direction

but I will say that like. while there's certainly a problem of less interaction on the fanworks/posts from less popular blogs, this isn't really a byler exclusive issue? this happens in most fandoms these days, interaction is just on a decline in general which IS. a problem but not really a "byler tumblr is cliquey" problem. in regards to any actual cliques I wouldn't say they don't exist but I don't think it's "the popular kids" themselves doing this. I don't know if the rest of you have some other bloggers in mind that I don't know about, but as someone who is mutuals with a fair amount of who I thought were the popular blogs, they are always very nice and welcoming to me, and actually easy to talk to once you just. see them and talk to them as a normal human and not an omnipotent fandom god. so this is all to say that if there's a clique issue I think it's from the outside. I think maybe people are perceiving these bigger blogs who all happen to be friends as these untouchable idols in fandom and it's. making it cliquey from the outside. like are they a clique or have you just convinced yourself they wouldn't want anything to do with you and isolated this group from everyone else. this isn't to say that people can't be assholes of course just that I don't think any of this is intentional