#tfd au

[time-for-despair]

Aether you’re my favourite character and you aren’t even canon how do you feel about that-?

Huh? I'm not... "canon"..? What the heck does that- mean? But I'm flattered to be your favorite nonetheless!

[sillyfairygarden]

gods least favourite angel meets a random dude

[swifty-fox]

Bikeriders Au wip:

Peanut shells and sawdust crackle under Bucky’s boots, the bar littered with a mixture of both and filled like a cattle barn with stinking men and their overly-perfumed girls. It was 1968, hair was long, drugs were plentiful, and elsewhere the peacock revolution was in full swing. Not here, however, where leather and denim appeared so common they might as well have been wearing regulation greens. Color was regulated to bandanas, patches and the brightly manicured nails of the women perched on tables and laps. They tittered and laughed like birds, of the more squawking parrot pedigree than of the refined songbird variety, both in flashiness and variety. They lined up on the bartop like it was a tropical branch, spreading their wings and calling to each other and their dimmer-paletted fellas in turn. It’s just beginning to chill at night in Indiana, so most have opted to smoke inside, giving everything a hazy soft quality to it.

John lifts up his camera and snaps a picture, capturing their open mouths and flailing limbs in a hazy quality as they move just a tad to long for the slow exposure. He won’t know this for sure until later, of course, but like anything else he set his mind to, John was damn good at what he did. 

The subjects of his photo don’t notice, used to now as they were at his careful documentation.

A piercing whistle splits the laughter and music easily and John looks over to see Curt lounging two legs off the ground in a chair, waving him over. The man’s face was split in his familiar Tomcat grin and the sleeveless denim jacket hung open and too big over his skinny frame.

“Bucky! Over here!” His accent was loud and obvious, the heavy New York slur standing out amidst the quieter Midwest drawls around him.

Slipping through the crowd with practiced ease he claims the chair to Curt's left, nestling between Ken and Curt with Everett and his girl at the other end of the wobbly table. Accepts the offered beer and weathering the enthusiastic clapping of Curt’s hand at the back of his neck. Under the table, carefully shielded by Ev and Helen’s legs, Ken has his ankle hooked around Curt’s. 

“You’re late,” Curt crows reproachfully. But he always crowed, or shouted, or otherwise spoke as high of a volume as he could.

me: this is a smutfic me: have a Curt Scene with Curt/Ken

[sloth-artstudio]

Prisoners.

The Daughter.

Bite.

The Demon King of Confusion returns.

Disbelief.

"You died... I saw it happen!"

The Usurper's plan.

"You don't have a choice. Neither of you do."

To Be Continued......

[smiles2m]

Blood warning under the cut

Sunny from

[the-horizon-lounge3041]

Forgot to Reblog this. Ha love this, I made one too but it’s of characters from my webcomic TFD. Did this when the meme first came out and I had to do it based on a chapter that has yet to release.

(black borders on the second pic for tumblr don't mess up with the resolution)

Joining the bandwagon too with my AU.

What the sisters did? I don't know. But they didn't regret it and will do it again. And why was Isaac charged too? He was the "getaway car."

Isaac's design isn't the final yet, but I'm getting there. Oh yeah, Issac can make holo-images in front of his eye (it's Beta's doings), but only those who have a Focus can see it.

[lavender-tea-dragon]

Nahida in the Rain Impact au! :D (lore under the cut)

Nahida, or The Forest Dreams, was born after the previous Iterator Archon, The Forest's Arcane Wisdom, strangely disappeared, and in her place was a small, young puppet.

TFD was kept locked away in her can, while the high-ranking scugs and scavs of her nation ran it for her. She was unable to leave at all, even in the form of a Slugpuppet- whenever she made one, the scugs would kidnap it and destroy it. Instead, she had to be a little sneaky, and use her overseers to explore the outside and report back.

Thankfully, after the events of arc 3, TFD was freed! Now, she runs her nation and frequently goes outside to meet her people in a Slugpuppet known as 'The Moon. C:

[tomtenadia]

Detours to You

After many months of inability to write I think I am back. The path to this fic has been one long detour... This is based on the original version I started writing a while ago... then I stopped and stupidly binned it. I had tried something else but that story will remain in my wips. Then I had a chat with @backtobl4ck and it rekindled the will to go back to the original story. I have been writing for the past few days and this time I feel good about it.

It's basically a single parent au/ secret child trope/ second chance romance/ firefighter Rowan and Bookshop owner Aelin.

There will be fluff and some angst too.

The title is from a song by Jordan Davis called Detours (thanks to @leiawritesstoriesfor the obsession)

I only have the prologue for now

Hope you will enjoy it

The house was a mess. Rowan stared at his living room and all he saw was a sea of boxes. And  tripping hazards. His entire house was a trove of safety red flags and the firefighter in him was trying to tackle one mission at the time and get the house back in order. He had moved back to Orynth after a five years absence. A painful spell back in his homeland in Wendlyn after his father passing. His mother fell deeply into depression so he had decided to go back to be with her.

The entire clan had been shocked shook by Alasdair passing. So Rowan had moved back to be with her, put dreams on hold for his family.

Until one day his mother told him that she was sick of having him around and begged him to go back to Terrasen and live his life. And when the job opportunity of a lifetime was served on a plate for him, he knew what to do. A month later he had found a house and had started the slow painstaking back and forth on the ferry between Wendlyn and Adarlan to move his life back.

Now, looking outside the floor to ceiling window at the white landscape outside he finally felt at home. He was born in Wendlyn but his family had moved to Terrasen when he was about ten for his father’s job. He had grown up there, made friends and then joined the TFD as a firefighter as soon as he was done with school, after Lorcan dragged him to an open day at one of the local firehouses. They went through academy together and became best friends. And it was during one of those nights out that he met her. Aelin. The woman of his dreams and the love of his life. They had not started with the right foot but slowly a tepid friendship had began to blossom until it became more. So much more. Until his dreams and his life fell to pieces. 

And now five years later he was ready to start again. 

He had bought a house at the edge of Orynth, very near the boundaries with the mountains. His father had left a substantial amount of money for him and his mum and he had saved it until he moved back to Terrasen and decided to buy his dream house.  Two storey house with green wooden walls, a front porch and gardens back and front. At the back he had a path leading to the woods. It was the perfect place for a family.

Rowan finished folding another empty box and stopped to stare at the snow that had started to fall outside. He had missed it. Wendlyn was warm and it never snowed and Rowan had longed for the cold dark winter months. 

After a moment he went back to his job and kept unpacking. The following day was going to be his first day at his new job. While still in Terrasen he had raised to the rank of Captain, in Wendlyn he had been promoted to battalion chief. Surprise hit him when he had started looking for jobs in Terrasen and the commissioner had contacted him and offered him the job of Chief for the whole of Orynth. Apparently Lorcan, who had succeeded him as captain, had let it slip that he was coming back and a day later he got a phone call for a new job. He was nervous but he was looking forward this new challenge. 

An hour later the living room had started looking a bit more liveable and the only boxes left to unpack in that room were his books. He had to build the bookcases first. And that’s when he realised, shelves spread on the floor, that he had no tools. 

Rowan swore mentally, then forced himself to get changed and dragged himself out to an hardware store. The house had come furnished and he had little to build. He had just forgotten the bookcases.

The trip to the hardware store had been fruitful and now he was walking back to his car. The city was crowded as it was the beginning of November and the winter festival was already underway, shops full of patrons picking gifts for the solstice.

It was at the end of the busy road that he spotted a head of blonde hair he hadn’t seen in five years. She was facing a piano shop and her usual smile lit up the evening.

Aelin was a mere ten metres from him and all he could do was stare. And when she turned, his world stopped. Aelin was holding the hand of a little girl with the hair as silver as his. 

Rowan stood, incapable of thinking or move. Silver hair. It was not a common trait in Terrasen. It only ran in his family, a genetic mutation on his father’s side.

Which meant…

A daughter.

The girl looked towards him and he froze when she waved at him with a big smile on her face.

“Let’s go Maya,” he heard Aelin say.

The girl waved back at him and they disappeared.

Rowan stood still on the pavement.

The image of a little girl with silver hair etched in his mind.

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[thedrdtpokemoncollector]

Obligatory Kat Ask!

Who's your favorite from my two AU's (Blog and TFD) and why? :0

Istg if you say Aether I WILL make him the ch3 victim /j

GASP

NO DONT KILL AETHER-

(he’s still my favourite >:3)

But uh, besides him- Probably either Teruko or Veronika in the TFD AU-

Teruko because I find her interesting, Charles is an interesting character, and Teruko is a fun character to swap him with-

Veronika because- Min

(also she’s a really interesting character with her whole secret thing-)

[princesstarfire1234]

SG Firecracker (oc)

Shattered Glass version of my Transformers oc Firecracker!! This piece was made for an art challenge on the TF discord but I wasn't able to finish it enough to render it so I just cleaned up the sketch lol

For some Firecracker lore, normally he's this former Decepticon dude who served in the war a bunch and has some lingering issues and trauma from it, due to some specific circumstances during that he also ended up going on a fucked up cannibalistic phase for a bit where he ended up developing a habit for draining people's energon after killing them because of an incident on a lost ship during a mission... But after some other big traumatic fucked up event, he stopped and is still trying to heal... Long LONG story and certainly does not work without the context of @aarcade's Earthspark '86 AU...

But yeah anyways, SG Firecracker on the other hand went through some similar stuff I imagine but instead of getting better, his sparkeating habits got WAY worse and now he's just straight up evil... He's so obsessed with it to the point that he made an effort to modify his chassis to be more sparkeater (the actual creature)-like and added tendrils to his back, he also fucked up his face to be more similar to that weird unhinged maw sparkeaters in IDW have

So the TFD challenge was to draw a TF character or your oc as a sparkeater and we'll this just fit right in with him lmaoo

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[time-for-despair]

Hu, Rose, how’re you feeling-?

...

...

...

Ah. Another body. We have to investigate- Hu please stop screaming in my ear..-

[sillyfairygarden]

chapter 4 is here! there’s neck touching. there’s kisses. there’s near-death experiences. the gang’s all here

[swifty-fox]

If you feel inspired, I would love to see [ knuckles ] for a kiss on the hand between Bucky and Gale in two fingers down 😊

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if John were being honest, most of Buck's tattoos were the blown-out faded pieces one would expect from a midwest street-shop or kitchen table scratcher. Blown out color and dropped lines and swathes ground away by unforgiving asphalt. The bold thirteen on his wrist, not properly filled in. The flaming skull with biker's goggles screaming out from his bicep had a jaw that connected to nothing. The bare-breasted mechanic pinup was the most technically sound of the lot but if John stared at it long enough he noticed one eye was distinctly higher than the other.

a Thick lines eagle scrawled crookedly across his shoulders, a knee was tattooed in sloppy barbed wire. They were no better, no worse than any of the other men's tattoos.

If he were being kind John would say that he liked Gale's tattoos, liked their stories and dragging his tongue across their scarred and discolored surfaces. When he takes Gale's hand late at night, just the two of them on the road and his arm wrapped tight around the slighter man's waist he presses his lips slowly to each chilled knuckle of his favorite tattoo of them all.

V

I

T

A

Each letter receives the same attentive press of his lips, a slight teasing suckle that has Gale humming, no more than a vibration against John's chest under the noise of the wind whipping around him. John sucks Gale's finger finger into his mouth, presses a kiss to the bare skin of his neck, scraping his teeth along the dust-coated skin and tells him he's ready to head home

[sloth-artstudio]

The First Meet up.

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Face To Face with the Devil.

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The Calm before the Storm.

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Me? Scared of you?

Don't make me laugh.

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A Son's promise.

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Punishment: The Tighting Spell.

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Feeling powerless and alone.

To Be Continued....

[jellofangy]

I’ve returned to my over 2 year old shitty made Sailor Cedric au just to redraw the old character sketches I made that I really didn’t like before. Presenting the brand new Cedric Senshi!

LINK TO ORIGINAL/OLD DESIGNS HERE: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/jellofangy/630567232405225473?source=share