#top 5 aus

[crazymecjc]

look at yourself… you’re the true puppet.

[milkamel]

Crossmare!! The king and his loyal knight… who's also tired and cries pathetically from the ounce of praise and acknowledgment he gets from Nightmare-

I absolutely adore Cross, I wanna comfort him but also make him suffer a little bit more he's so djhgjfsghj traumatized lovable boy <3

Cross belongs to jakei Nightmare belongs to jokublog

[insignificant457]

Top 5 Darrow Cassius Heterosexual Moments™️ from light bringer

5. Flirting over swordplay (not a euphemism)

4. Married disapproval

3. Tending to the homies wounds

2. Whatever the hell this was

1. They’re literally honeymooning. Cassius and Virginia are going to fight each other for Darrow’s hand. She literally had his baby and is married to him and I’m still not sure she’s winning.

[nayiitopia]

Just two adorable couples together! 💙🤎✨️

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Base reference 👇

[carlyraejepsans]

Did you like sans’ punishment shack?

"sans pretends to be a superhero under his brother's creative guidance and makes bootleg products of his own supersona in his secret base to sell when he's off the clock" is perhaps the most hysterically sans thing about this entire goddamn au

also, about halfway through their segment i was like "man, wouldn't it be funny if papyrus tried to give the costume a speedo when they were still brainstorming the design and sans had to gently rederect his idea elsewhere" and then the game was like "ACTUALLY sans was the one 100% on board with the speedo, it's with alphys' catboy costume that he had to put his foot down". and i just had to step back and slow clap. i can recognize when I've been outsansed

[no-nic]

meeting "sukea" at a bar, no way this can go wrong ^^

#rei and tobi au; a bit of a fix-it, a bit of a ruin-it-differently

[dragon-razor-writings]

RWBY X MMO Nonsense

*Context: Salem is on stream, chatting with people after her Grand Expedition was completed on all servers*

Salem: "So, how is everyone feeling about the raid?"

Chat: *various types of grief and rage about mechanics and raid wipes*

Salem: "I see my ideas got received well. Didn't want it to be too easy."

Chatter: "I curse a plague upon your house, witch!"

Salem, thoroughly enjoying the agony: "You're not the first, nor the last."

*Emberhail joins VC*

Salem: "Ah, Cinder. How are you?"

Cinder: "Fuck you."

*Emberhail leaves VC*

Salem: "…Rude, but fair."

[twig-gy]

‘why are you digging?’ i don’t think you understand the mechanics of digging, actually. scrabbling for purchase against the dirt. cause it’s this or open air. i need to hold onto something.

i didn’t understand what it was like, when i saw you sway. you needed… something. you refused the wall, you refused to scrabble [like an animal]. you walked and held your head up high and if you ever stumbled only allowed yourself an extra second with your face against the [dirty] floor to recover.

anyway, that’s then. now i couldn’t watch if i tried, though i’m sure it’d be something new. you don’t dig but you let yourself lean against the wall, cause it’s not like there’s room for pretenses. you save your energy, trying to recoup someone (something? someone? some- fuck it, it doesn’t matter, right, right? ri) that cannot be. i, or maybe the proper term is he? no, i - am gone, except for this, this moment, this lapse, break in foundation, mistake in pattern, offcolor. explaining the unexplainable, or maybe it’s just not explainable in my words, or maybe the explanation is beyond all words. you know, i sit in my room (i’ve finally chased him off. i want him back, even though it’s been seconds or minutes or - time is beyond us all, you know? i want him back, something in me aches for him, and it isn’t something, it is everything except for the one fault left which says these things, which locks the door even if soul, all i could ever want, all i have ever wanted, everything and everything and - except for you. except for you. you could never be him. and i detest that and yet sometimes i am able to appreciate what you are. sometimes, sometimes, it’s all about sometimes, now). i sit in my room, and i wish i could see, so i could see what my hands look like against your throat, the purple - sharp, dangerous, though i’ve learned more ways to hurt (make anew, this is not hurting, this is not hurting you fool, Fool, this is making anew, this is supposed to be and always has been, this is holy, This Is -) than when i used them - nails, mine. mine? is my body mine still? no, because of the bruises on my neck and the lipstick on my cheek? no. no, because it was never mine.

language spotty and meandering and twisting, you know the center it careens towards right? i can’t find myself putting them in lines, the sentences, the words, ‘identity’, cause i know none of my words could matter so much as my actions, so much as the dirt under my nails, digging, digging my grave cause i know this is my grave. you think i don’t know? do you? (who are you. tell me. what do you think i am.) (i could never have so much presumption as to name myself. i don’t know, I DON’T KNOW ANYMORE, TELL ME! I NEED TO BE TOLD! and i have been told and i’m sure he’s right, just except for how i’m oh-so-sure he’s wrong and i need to run into your room and lock the door.) regardless. i know. regardless of whether it’s right or not i know. i don’t know what scares me more, the lapse, the fault, or everything surrounding it. this is right, except for how wrong it is, how wrong it is to indulge in something other than Him. i was always meant to be hollow. i can’t believe i tried to fill myself with an identity i am not beholden to.

soul pushes me down, smooths over my cheek with his thumb, smearing the already-smeared lipstick. i’ve learned to breathe in the water. sometimes i can think past it, even if for just a moment, and think about his smile. i know he’s smiling down at me, as he whispers sweet nothings my ears can’t comprehend. i wonder what his smile looks like, far more than i wonder about you actually admitting your feelings, stilling against the floor.

he’s right and everything else is wrong. fallacy.

you know i love him, right? you know he loves me? you say he’s breaking me. (sometimes i think you’re right, but-) he is not. he is arranging me how i always should’ve been. and you think- you think that this is all for Whole, and of course it leads back to Him, but did you know i love him, and he loves me? he’s never kissed you the way he does me, cradled your head, smiled against you. you’ve never felt soul allowing himself to be happy. you’ve never felt him properly.

if only you believed. i want you. i just want this more. but i’m sure, if you believed, you would love him just as much as i do. this is supposed to be shared. never me without you. never soul without you.

i’m so tired. i wish you were here. i would lean against you as i digged our grave, interlock our dirt-covered fingers. it would be nice. it is nice, with soul, it’s just - not the same. okay? okay? are you going to come back? anything besides Whole was always a pretense. just get out of that bathtub. cleanliness was always another pretense. and i know you’ll hate that, but you won’t have to hate it for long, and i’ll be there digging our grave with you, dearest. okay? come back?

(maybe next time you tell me the truth i will hear it.

what a funny joke, isn’t that, dearest?

this is the truth.)

[boa-fish]

Imagine poly!141 except it's also an actor au and nobody knows they're poly so everyone including other cast members, fans, staff, hell even the director are all trying to piece together who's dating who and betting on it. It's the number one most discussed topic of gossip, and I personally think it would be hilarious if Valeria and Milena are discussing who they think Ghost likes but then Shepherd over hears them and it turns into them explaining the LGBTQ+ community or smth to gramps .

Valeria: No but Ghost is definitely into Soap did you see how they were flirting during the filming of the Alone mission?

Milena: Yeah but that was scripted so obviously there had to be some tension, it's nothing compared to when I saw Gaz driving Ghost to the set today

Valeria: So? Maybe it could just be out of convenience

Milena: Gaz doesn't even need to film anything today plus with that eye sore of a hickey on Ghost's neck, something has got to be happening between the two of them I'm sure of it

Valeria: sure enough to bet on it?

Milena *scoffing*: even money hungry off set huh?

Valeria: aren't you meant to be the money obsessed one?

Milena *rolling her eyes*: oh piss off will you

*walking up and greeting Milena and valeria* Shepherd: what are you two talking about that's gotten Milena over here so upset?

Valeria: you know what? Now that I'm thinking about it, I might actually be able to take you up on your request, don't have too much fun without me though! *Speed walks away*

Milena *chasing after her*: OI DONT JUST LEAVE WHEN ITS MOST CONVENIENT FOR YOU,YOU BASTARD!

Yeah so change of plans they actually just ditch Shepherd so my bad

[dairyfreenugget]

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I think "one or more of them is in danger or almost fucking dies, in the process discovering their child's impurity, and then after a lot of emotional turmoil they just pass the fuck out the second they're safe and calm again thanks to the awful, exhausting day they've had" is a scenario I write weirdly often for this messy as hell family

Anyway. Family cuddles. My babygirl is exhausted and deserves to be held for once

ID start: A black and white doodle of the Pale King, White Lady, and Pure Vessel from Hollow Knight as humans. The three of them are covered in bruises and scratches. They're sleeping in a pile of blankets with the Pure Vessel tucked in between their parents, with only their face showing. The Pale King is hugging them with both sets of his arms, his face buried in their hair, while the White Lady lays beside them with her arm drapped over the both of them and roots coiling around them. End ID.

[crazylittlejester]

i realized i accidentally made modern au War’s birthday during his exam week, and genuinely that might be the worst thing ive ever done to him /j

[eluwunia]

part 2 of ‘coanda effect’ by @bunniehoneys inspired art (*^▽^*)

[phoenixtakaramono]

ELDRITCH BILLY/ HOMELANDER THREADFIC

SUMMARY: I've written werewolf!Butcher/ vampire!Homelander threadfics before. Here's another 🔞 butchlander monsterfucking AU, this time with Billy essentially being a powerful eldritch god that Homelander wants to fuck.

CW: tentacle sex, oviposition (body horror if you squint but not really)

(The rest of the threadfic can be read here!)

If you don’t have a Twitter account, I have screenshotted the rest of the spicy half below the line break:

Q&A

You mentioned a couple times that a thread in Homelander's mind snapped. What does that mean? It's typical Lovecraftian eldritch mythos where if you gaze upon their true form, you lose your sanity. It's subtle foreshadowing of Homelander becoming more and more insane in Billy's presence. What’s the mucous-like substance the tendrils secrete? It’s like an aphrodisiac; I wanted to be funny and pay homage to the tentacle h3ntai p0rn tropes out there. It's my first try with this trope so please go easy on me, haha. What happened at the end? They destroy the world, plain and simple. This AU is short and to the point but the idea is that Billy provides revenge on Homelander's childhood tormentors. (All those scientists? Slaughtered or driven mad.) Even with Billy's offer to ruin everything, despite HL’s pettiness, there's still a shred of humanity inside HL that didn't want to see everyone dead (his logic: how can he be a god when there's nobody left to worship him?). With him being conditioned to depend on Vought and the corporation subliminally advertising himself as “earth’s mightiest defender,” HL charitably grants Vought “one last chance.” …But subconsciously he’s looking for a reason, any justification, any excuse to bury this rotten planet that’s been nothing but cruel to him (in his opinion). He’s waiting to be disappointed for the last time. He just needs that one final push to finally forsake humanity—because now it’s not his fault, you see? You did this. You guys have no one to blame but yourselves for dooming the rest of this world. (This is how, in his psyche, he avoids taking responsibility. Because he has “justification” on his side.) Whether it be Vought’s board of directors, his fans or sycophants, the constant paparazzi and public scrutiny, etc, it’s inevitable someone will piss him off the deep end. I wanted a somewhat nihilistic lovecraftian ambiguous ending and leave it up to readers’ interpretation, but you are free to imagine after Butcher's rampage and after returning earth to void, he takes Homelander who's carrying their eggs back to his realm. And they raise their half-Supe, half-eldritch terrors happily. I HCed Billy originally wanted to fill Homelander with a thousand eggs, but the human colon can only take so much. Most of the eggs end up duds and need to be pushed out/ pulled out (which, y'know, can also be fun *wink wink nudge nudge* I can't say HL didn't enjoy that—a lot), and they ended up with only a couple surviving clutch. The children can adopt a human form (with tentacles) like their papa (inheriting both parents' features) or revert to their true monstrous forms.

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed!

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

I've been brainstorming and brain rotting with my brother @alphaclxwn abt the rarepair we came up with

It makes a lot of sense in our heads and we already have an AU planned out for them

Close ups under cut!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Okay, random question but in the panel where Lan Zhan & Wei Ying are riding side by side, why is Alan Zhan’s horse sad? Is Little Apple bullying him? :(

PS: I check in daily for your posts, OBSESSED 😭

Alan Zhan (patron saint of when the substitute professor gets your name wrong).

[moonstandardtime]

misc sifs and loops... i wanted to try drawing and coloring all on one layer. fun and good practice :)

(reblogs appreciated!!)