#Alternate Universe - Gardens

[shapeshiftinterest]

monochrome colored rough draft version of THIS commission

bee bowser x gardener luigi au stuff i thought of while making it:

king bee bowser falls in love with gardener luigi

weegee’s obviously rich (in resources, from bee perspective) and nice

doesn’t try to swat the bees

gives them sugar water when his troops are tired

maybe he takes up beekeeping before/after bowser tries to court him

luigi can’t understand him

language barrier cuz different species

bowser’s too small (maybe eats a red mushroom, doesn’t rlly make him that much bigger)

some other reason

extra info:

luigi is scared of bugs but the bees are pretty friendly so he’s anxious but overall fine with them

at one point a bee waves at him on a flower (maybe they fell asleep in one) and he waves back; probably one of bowser’s kids

mostly thinking about bowser’s army in a natural hive but i can also see him getting a crush on gardener luigi if like, the old one gets attacked and luigi also takes up bee keeping/ saves them from predators idk

bowser uses either a mini or bee mushroom power up while luigi’s not looking and kidnaps him

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dialogue stuff based on the pic:

luigi: why is this bee bringing me flowers

bowser: he will be my queen and we will rule my hive together

alternate text:

luigi: what're you doing here lil bee?

bowser: HUMAN! I AM KING OF THE HIVE NEAR YOUR DWELLING AND HAVE DECIDED TO MAKE YOU MY BRIDE

luigi: awww, u got me flowers lol

bowser: COURTSHIP FLOWERS >:3

[xmelic]

PLANT BOY!!!!

he doesn't have a name, can someone suggest names please :[

made by me, of course! <3

[n-kia]

Leo and pepito in a over the garden wall au I’m making :33

[bernadettethebear]

HES LOOKING AT BOOBIES!! SOMEONE STOP HIM!!

[sphnyspinspin]

OMG, I’VE BEEN WANTING TO SHARE THIS AU FOR A MINUTE—

Meet my Magnificence Reforged AU Connie!

Though Scorponok only ever referred to her as Experiment: A9-2416 (usually in Decepticon dialect).

Her story is that Scorponok created her as an experiment to see what would happen if an organic was able to produce a set of chemicals that are deemed somewhat powerful, yet common, by organic standards but emphasized to a certain degree with the help of Cybertronian technology. Entirely inspired by the mere Earth-Human conceptual myth known as the—

Indomitable Human Spirit.

What Scorponok was able to take away from eight years of properly caring for the experiment is that these chemicals that fuel basic organic functioning can be utilized exponentially to a degree where a full grown one of these things could even rival some of Cybertron’s strongest warriors. Maybe even the galaxy’s toughest warriors wouldn’t be able to stand a chance.

It became labeled as Adrenalineregon.

(dope naming skills I know)

It turned out to be some crazy-powerful stuff once injected into a strong enough specimen.

Now why would Scorponok need to make something like this? Power? Recognition? Fun? All of the above honestly. But it’s also because in this Alternate Universe the Decepticons won the war for Cybertron, and Megatron has already built his perfect Decepticon Army to conquer the rest of the known universe, and he and the Grand Architect thought their Army of Tarn clones needed a little more pep-in-their-step.

You heard me. TARN. CLONE. ARMY.

(this isn’t a specifically cyberverse based timeline I just took the tarn army as inspo)

But what they didn’t expect was for the Tarn clones to go insane and turn on each other when being on mere drops of Adrenalineregon. Resulting in a mass extinction of Tarn Clones, with too many bodies to count, therefore being dropped on top of Scorpnok’s planet sized lab to remind him of the consequences of his actions.

EX: A9-2416 was, at the time, forever curious about the outside world, since she’s never been above the expansive laboratory planet’s surface. It always felt as if some unseen beings were trying to lead her to her escape every day since as long as she can remember. Small sign after small sign, guiding her to even bigger signs that kept getting her closer and closer to the way out. Of course, Scorponok always stopped her from getting too close.

A9-2416 always hated the amount of gruesome tests she had to do afterwards as punishment for misbehaving.

Until on her ninth birthday, A9-2416 finally made it to the exit, and Scorponok got exceptionally pissed off so much that in self-defense A9-2416 grabbed the nearest cannon she knew how to operate and blasted it through his spark. She cried a lot that day.

BUT HEY! Her life didn’t stay too depressing for long, because soon after she committed her very first act of murder, she became good buddies with the little voices in the walls that have been apparently guiding her throughout her life!

THE LOSTBOT BOTBOTS!!

(lol I’m nowhere near finished with every Lost Bot design, I just wanted to finish these couple few and make this post for the AU)

MEET THE LOST BOTS CLAN OF THE BOTBOTS!

They’ve been trapped on Scorponok’s Lab-planet-tory (im so funny) for decades along with the other Botbots who remained in hiding. But this clan was the only one brave enough to get anywhere near Scorponok’s main stomping grounds. What they didn’t expect to find was some weird sentient purple meat-potato in a makeshift industrial cradle. Turns out it was just a baby. And that baby turned out to be A9-2416. Who soon became known as Connie.

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After A9-2416 escaped the inner dwellings of the lab and joined the Lost Bots on their little side quests up on the surface, she later changed her name to Constance, hence her more well-known nickname being Connie. The name change was suggested by her Botbot friends who knew a bit about Earth human culture and used their knowledge to help Connie have the most happy and carefree life that she could ask for.

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Also the TEG Lost Light crew is there because I’m still obsessed with that fic 👍✨

@deepfriedhopesanddreams @viewer-of-many @celestite-caroline @asmoteeth @novafire-is-thinking @dragonsgirl572 @autistic-fool-with-ideas @mysticfoxdesigns @hyp3rfixation-h3ll

[jhdanes]

When one of your friends is a self sacrificing idiot and takes the first bite of the Carolina reaper papper, and your other friends are overdramatic as f**k. Featuring my oc, au!kat and Au!Hunter. Ps. Sorry that there arent more reels had an infection and just coughed a lot and slept, hoping that i dont die. Enjoy the art meme tho XD #WendellandWild #theowlhouse #toh #starvstheforcesofevil #starvsevil #jackiechanadventures #totallyspies

[rhobeta-and-epsilon]

!!! Please tell me if I’ve mislabeled any warnings or tags!!!

Site-73: Unreality is my silly little scp au that totally doesn’t delve into topics like corporal dread or disassociation from reality at times

[petrikovcenttral]

TUMBLR PLEASE FEED THIS TO THE SIMON PETRIKOV, BASIL FROM OMORI AND THE FEMBOY FANS!!!!! I NEED VIEWS!!!!! I NEED FAME!!!!🤬🤬

Gardener… save me..

Gardener

Save me Gardener..

[hartleyfunctioning]

I tried making an AU that’s based on Over the garden Wall, I just think the characters in both are neat

Wally is Greg because they are both the sweetest little guys and can have the innocent almost naive outlook

Frank is Wirt because I could see him waxing poetic and monologuing ( I ADORE Frank and the audios of him so far!)

And Julie is Beatrice because I could see the sibling sass style relationship between the characters working well with these characters too

Also Barnaby is Jason Funderberker the frog initially because frog and dog sound similar but also because they are both performers

[pickled-flowers]

Oh how happy we could have been

[shapeshiftinterest]

@justthisonetime commissioned for a sort of reverse of THIS pic (bee bowser)

LINK to the rough draft version

there’s no bee bowser reference but i tried doing the same as meowser

replace horns with antenna and green face with yellow

replaced spike accessories with bee fluff like bee luigi

gave him a striped shirt (took idea from his flaming sports shirt)

big thanks to my younger siblings for helping me with the background

[admrlthundrbolt]

Popular Monster (Demon Michael Myers x Chubby Reader)

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Being the main Demon of Wrath has always controlled Michael in an undeniable way. However, when you move next door, something new awakens in him.

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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. When I tell you I couldn't get the literal idea of Demon Michael Myers out of my head, I am not kidding. It bored into my brain and refused to let me write anything else. Anywho, I hope you enjoy.

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Being a Demon of Sathanas always filled him with an unending rage. It seemed that slaughtering was the only thing that could quell the wrath that filled his soul. That was, until you moved next door.

Most of his free time had been filled with you. Watching you, stalking you, thoughts of you.

Your time spent in the garden of your backyard was a favorite of his. Seeing you care for the plants and the tenderness you held for them. It was something that made him clench his hands. Why was this a peaceful thing for him.

When you noticed garbage in his yard, you would collect it. Humming as you took care of the trash. Set the mailbox back in place when you passed and saw it knocked over once again. It was infuriatingly respectful.

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There had been a linger sense of foreboding since you moved next to The Century House. Though it was better known as the Meyer’s house in the neighborhood. Also that the entire town thought it was haunted. So the feeling of a presence there didn't really shock you.

Be it the spirits of the victims or the town giving the house so much power. There was just something about it. Though that didn't stop you from enjoying your low mortgage.

The biggest perk had to be the backyard. It got plenty of sun and had a beautiful old Oak that shaded one corner nicely. To say that getting your hands in the dirt was your number one priority wasn’t a lie. But you made it your goal to unpack before getting to that luxury.

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You were in that damned backyard again. Happily working with your plants, not a negative thought in your mind. It was driving him insane. All of his thoughts had become of you. He couldn't keep his mind on anything else. So since you plagued him with your presence, you would have to be taken care of. One way or another.

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He had waited until late into the night. Well after all of your lights had gone off. This wasn’t a kill to savor, it was one of necessity.

Silently making his way through the house, he couldn't help but gaze at your belongings. Seeing them through a sliver of curtain barely gave him a peek into your life. You had many oddities that stood out from the everyday items.

But as the old home creaked, he snapped out of his snooping. Continuing his journey to your bedroom, he stepped in through the doorway.

You looked ever more angelic up close. The steady fall of your full chest was entracing. Round cheeks flush and hair spread in a halo around your head. It made him forget about his surroundings, causing him to bump into your nightstand.

Your eyes began to flutter open. In a moment of panicked haste, he wrapped his hands about your supple neck. Eyes shooting open, you start to claw at the thing gripping you. Feet kicking wildly, you caught him on the thigh.

Grunting he pressed down harder, hoping this would end soon. But as your movements got weaker, he jolted back. Not able to finish the task, he darted away.

Leaving you dazed and with little else to do than pass out.

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The next morning you woke up with a strange dream and mysterious bruising on your neck. Though that seemed to be the least of your worries.

Things started going missing after that night. The last sweet bun, that you could have swore was on the kitchen counter. A random picture of yourself and a beloved pet. An oversized lazy day t-shirt.

They were such a odd assortment of things, that you wouldn’t have thought twice about. If that bizarre dream hadn’t prefaced the whole situation.

Then something unexpected went missing, your mailman.

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The things he had collected had done enough to calm him. After the night time visit went so poorly, he decided to take things in another direction. If he couldn't take care of you, he would just have to have you.

First he would gather things from you, learn more about you. Then he would pull you into his world. Make you realize there was no other way to live.

The start to that, would be getting rid of the overly friendly mailman. They always stayed well past the appropriate amount of time. Not to mention how many times he had seen the man put his hands on you. Leaning in to whisper something in your ear. The memory made his hands clench so hard that he could hear the joints popping.

Taking a deep breath he calmed a bit. Soon he would take care of him and gift you with the peace you deserved.

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You looked down at the disheveled package. It was haphazardly wrapped and had a copious amount of smudges covering it. Still you brought it in with a shrug. It’s not like it was the first mysterious package you had received.

Opening the paper, there was an even messier box. It was more stained than not and only closed by the flaps being folded in. Prying it free, you did a double take at the contents. It was a heart. Of what, you weren't a hundred percent, but it was suspiciously human size.

Glaring down at the burden, you came to the decision that this was becoming a personal situation. And that just wouldn't do.

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He watch with baited breath as you took the package in. As time past and there was no scream of terror or thud from you passing out, he became concerned. This wasn’t what he expected. He became baffled as you went out the door, seeming as calm as always.

Until he considered the chance of you running away. His blood boiled at the mere thought of you leaving his grasp. Though when you passed your car and walked in the direction of the supermarket. He was soothed at the realization.

When you returned a bit later with a paper bag brimming with items. He was curious as to what you could have gotten. But it seemed that would have to wait until later.

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The time had finally come. It was late into the night and all of your lights had been off for a while. His interest in what you had brought home was eating away at him.

Making his way over, he noticed the bag in the kitchen, through the window. As he made his entrace, he headed straight for the bag. Only for the room to suddenly illuminate.

“I believe it’s time for us to make proper introductions.”

Turning towards the voice, he was entraced by what he found. You stood there bathed in candle light, leaning languidly in the doorway.

He moved to step towards you, but was held in place. Looking down, he saw something he would have never been prepared for. A sigil trap encircled him and trapping him in place.

A sly smile slipped onto your face. “Now that I have your attention.” You said, stepping forward and holding the heart out in his direction. “I think it's time that we define our relationship.”

The power that blazed in your eyes made him all the more sure that he had picked the right person to pursue.

[seaweedstarshine]

Sometimes I think of Amy Pond, who grew up being called mad by those who wielded the word as a tool of exclusion and shame —

Amy Pond, who though forced into the hands of four psychiatrists, still clung to that which they called madness until those systems which elevate psychosocial conformity above humanity stripped it from her —

Amy Pond, whose imaginary friend reappeared for a single hour after twelve years and reignited that faith before disappearing for two more years —

Amy Pond, who spent those those two years under the same implicit threat ingrained in her through psychiatric violence, and thus began to believe the man who stopped the invasion was “just a madman with a box,” only for him to agree, and to also call her “mad, impossible Amy Pond,” reframing madness as non-negative for the first time in her life —

Amy Pond, who ignored the disembodied voice of her imaginary friend even as she ran away with him for real, who still lived each day with the traumatic internalization of deviancy dictated upon her by the psychiatric-industrial complex that shaped her from childhood —

Amy Pond, who wouldn't acknowledge the Doctor's voice, such that it took an Angel in her eye that was literally killing her to ensure she couldn't reality check herself —

Amy Pond, who stood before a room which muttered about “the psychiatrists we brought her to,” and though afraid, escaped their rigid parameters of acceptable existence.

[lynnella]

A peaceful place for her to get lost in her reading and love of nature

[viviraptor-art]

betcha never saw this coming: more commissions! featuring my first set of matching icons! 💕

@/frozenbearcave | @epsilontlosdark4 | @redeyesretrodragon

[faewritesfanfic]

Prelude

Here ya go, you perverts! Enjoy!

Credit goes to @necroticguts for coming up with this AU. And of course, to @bound-tosydney who wanted outdoor sex. I hope you're both happy with yourselves.

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TW: Predator/prey, sex, mentions of fertility.

The forest thrummed with excitement as the hunter chased his wife through the woods. She might prove worthy prey, but the wife can’t stop giggling and giving away her position. She wants the hunter to catch her, and he is prepared to give her exactly what she wants.

The hunter cornered his wife in a glade, and as he tackled her to the ground he had the absurd thought that she was unlike any beast he had ever caught before. Hunting her was like hunting a fairy.

“Oh no! You got me!” The wife openly laughs as the hunter pins her to the forest floor. Her smiles are warm, and affectionate, and only for him, him, him. “Please, dear hunter! Mercy!” She shrieks in laughter as the hunter smothers her with kisses, any fight she puts up purely for show.

The hunter likes this game, and takes a moment to look down at his wife in consideration. Just to play along. “If I give you half a chance, you’ll slip away again.” The hunter moves his hand to his wife’s throat, gently rubbing her jaw with his thumb.

“Oh, you darling man.” The wife said wistfully. “I am exactly where I want to be. Listen.” She flicks her eyes to the forest around them, and the hunter listens closely for sounds around them. “No one’s around. We are completely alone.”

The hunter feels his heart swell, but he tries to continue. “What are you suggesting?”

She grins at him, kissing the tip of his nose. “You should take full advantage of your prey.”

The hunter stared at his wife in open adoration. Before her he had never imagined another person could want him, or find joy in his presence. She was everything to him. “You are so, so very beautiful.” He whispers, a little breathless and overwhelmed by the moment.

The wife lifted her hands to cup the hunter’s face, her expression blissful. “I am in love with the most wonderful man in the world.”

It’s too much emotion. The hunter swoops down and fiercely kisses his wife. She makes happy little sounds and holds on tight as he starts bunching the skirt of her dress up to her thighs. She quietly begs him to go faster between kisses, and when he reaches for her core she’s already soaking.

“How are you so wet?” The hunter groans, marvelling at her arousal. The wife gasped as he ran his fingers over her, pressing down on her clit too briefly.

“No reason!” The wife protested, her cheeks flushed scarlet.

“What’s the matter?” The hunter grins and slowly rubs his wife’s clit again. Her breathing catches and she starts to let out adorable little sounds that make him want to tease her more. “Having impure thoughts? Maybe you were thinking about what I’d do to you once I caught you?” She whines and grinds her hips up against his hand, holding on tight to his shoulders. “Poor thing.” The hunter murmured to his wife. “Tell me what you need.”

Her blush deepens, and she struggles to speak between little gasps and moans. “Please.” She mewls.

“Please what?” The hunter gently ran his fingers over her, running lower to play with her entrance.

The wife let out a long moan that the hunter relished in. “Please, I need you.” She said breathlessly. “Please, I need you. I want you, I love you. Please.” She murmured these words over and over again, leaning up to nuzzle against the hunter and kiss his stubbly jaw.

Despite his bravado, the hunter closes his eyes as the moment threatens to overwhelm him. It strikes him sometimes just how much his wife loves him. It’s a little scary. The hunter had never considered that someone else could love him because he could not imagine loving himself. He had gotten so unbelievably lucky with his wife. She openly adored him, and found the idea that she might prefer someone else one day both insulting and disgusting. She was devoted to him and he loved her so unfathomably much it hurt sometimes. He has no words to express his love, so he reaches for the laces on his trousers to give his wife what she wants.

The wife lets out a high pitched whine as the hunter presses his hardened length against her, rubbing to slick himself up. “So warm.” She gasped.

“You just run cold.” He said with a small laugh. If he were a patient man he would draw this part out and enjoy his wife’s expressions. He’d toy with her and make her beg for him, but she’s ready for him and he’s never been able to resist her.

The fat, leaking head of the hunter’s cock slips into his wife with ease, and she clings to him and mewls in response. “Easy, love.” He soothed and rubbed her back as he slowly eased himself into her. When the hunter is fully seated in his wife he takes a moment to marvel at how good she feels around him. He loves the way she clamps down on him, and gives little thrusts against him.

“S’good. It’s so good.” The wife moaned, burying her face in the hunter’s neck. “Move, please. Please, I need you to move. Please.”

The hunter lay gentle kisses all over his wife’s face as he began to move his hips. She let out a long, happy sound as he began to thrust into her, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her against him. 

“You feel so, so good.” The wife breathed, trying to thrust back against him as she lay kiss after kiss against his lips.

The hunter loved how she talked when they were together like this. He revelled in the idea that she wanted him, that he was desirable in her eyes and wanted this as much as he did. The hunter set a thumb to her clit and began to rub as he fucked her.

“I get to do whatever I want with my prey.” He grunted, grinding into his wife as she gasped and cried for him. “And I want you to cum.”

“Eden, please!” She moans his name, and he gives a particularly hard thrust that sends her over the edge. Her moans ring in his ears as he focuses on the pleasure of driving his cock into her again and again. She squelches and squeezes him as the hunter feels something white hot building in his abdomen. He grinds against her as he cums, nestled up as close as he can get to her cervix. It was important he fill her as much as possible.

The hunter and his wife lay there, clinging to each other for a while. Finally the wife said, “I told you trying for a baby would be fun.”

He huffed a breathless laugh at her. “I never doubted it would be.” He grinned at her, at the silliness of the moment. “This was a really fun idea, though.” The hunter kissed his wife gently, and pulled her into his arms as they lay in the grass.

It was a beautiful Summer day, and the hunter loved his wife. He loved her more than any god had ever loved another, and he wanted to be with her forever. As they lay in the soft grass she nuzzled against him. She was probably going to doze off again. That was just fine. The hunter could carry his wife home. She’d been so good for him, after all.

He would do anything for her, and he was her world.