#TW AU

[distractedducky]

OK... legit questions. how is there not an Ocean's 11 Teen Wolf AU.

Like what the hell!! it writes itself...

The way I see it

Stiles - Ocean

Scott - Rusty

Liam- Linus

Issac - Frank

Erica or Allison depending on how you want to play it - Yen

Danny - Livingston

Lidia - basher

Peter Hale - Ruben

Deaton or the sheriff - Saul

Jackson and Milia/Allison/kira (however you want that energy to fly) - the brothers or in this case brother and sister

Get Bobby in there as the bruiser

and you got yourself a party

If you are wondering who we are robing, oh it's the Agrgent's baby

with Derek as our Julia Roberts and former husband of one Stiles.

you could mix it up a bit if you want to make it a Scott Allison fic or Kira fic but we all know Scott and Stiles are the big two.

I can't write a heist but i will straight up pay someone for this!!

[bamsara]

Finor, the first follower.

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

as newspapers today dont tend to hire children, a modern day Tintin would run a clickbait YouTube channel, except the clickbait is 100% real every single time

he starts off as an irritating conservative pundit at 14, meets Chang then leaves the think tank paying him and launches his own independent channel and blows up shortly after. Chang helps with video editing and managing his socials and they often chat on video calls between adventures. Haddock, his foster dad, has absolutely no knowledge of his earlier videos.

[beccadrawsstuff]

Couldn't decide if I wanted to put this on tumblr or not but oh well life's short put old men on a leash (that's my motto)

more Mr. Bill Pines AU by Honeqqu

[1spooky2me]

(TW: violence and blood)

Not good enough….

*Pork Soda by Glass Animals playin in the distance*

[gampix]

Guilt.

[snail-studios]

ponyo au part 3 🐟

[lambment]

request: "What do your bishops look like and how does the lamb think of them?"

I haven’t decided (or started) on designs yet. As for my lambs opinion, they process everything through humour, I would say this is their surface level opinion on the bishops. There’s obviously the deeper-seated issues they have w them tho.

[shepscapades]

Surely this will have no negative consequences whatsoever!

[fungifanart]

Somehow, I think Riddle’s diss against Yuu in Book 1 would go just a BIT differently with Cerezo (BIG thank you to @pawnyao for taking my commission)

[brightgoat]

jojo's bizarre analog adventure

[bamsara]

A 'post-trod' scenario where Narinder gets cursed after a slip up on a crusade (death erasure is no longer a permanent threat because of plot secrets I won't spoil :P )

The Lamb can't go get the necessary crystals to cure him so Kallamar is sent instead so Lambert can focus on keeping Nari from eating/attacking people

Dw he's not gonna eat the Lamb. unless😏

[north-noire]

I know exactly who you are, William.

[sm-baby]

FREAKSHOW AU - "For the record" Animatic

kofi☕

I'm too scared to tag Hoot on this one, gang.

[faeriekit]

"Okay." Danny slowly laid the already cold body back onto the table, ready to slide back it into the refuge of cold storage. "Okay. Dead guy. Stay there."

The body didn't move.

"Fantastic. Now. Hang out while I pour the embalming fluid into the pump, alright? It should only be a minute."

And it usually did; working in a funeral home wasn't extremely glamorous, but it paid the bills, and Danny had already been used to the rhyme and rhythm of negotiating death with the public by the time he sent in his mortuary school application. It had been a transition that made sense. And in the end, the degree had only cost him a few extra years post-graduation and a little dig into student loans, and now Danny had a stable 12-8 job and health insurance valid in the state of new jersey.

Today, though, the pump had that decided enough was enough. With a bang and a boom, the pump spat out a cloud of smoke and clunked uncomfortably.

The dead body sat up.

Danny scrambled over to push it back down. "No. We talked about this. Dead people don't move. If you want to stay here and have me put you back together all the time, you have to stay put. Got it?"

Whatever the weird gold-eye corpses were on in Gotham, they at least listened to him on occasion. They weren't ghosts, per se— they never pinged on any of the ghost detection devices Mom and Dad had packed in his going-away-to-college bag— but they were, despite being occasionally animate, perfectly deceased.

Weird. Danny had never gotten used to it. Still, they came in droves, too eager to sit on the top of the basement stairwell and lurk in the corners and stare endlessly at them with their weird, avian eyes, and sometimes they heralded the arrival similarly weird-ass bodies that had lost their heads or their arms or their limbs through the more conventional channels.

"I'm losing too much thread to all y'all coming in all the time," Danny complained to the dead body, who, at the moment, was the only person present to blame. "Stop getting your limbs cut off. This stuff is expensive, you know. It's a specialty order."

The body didn't even have the courtesy to blink. Rude.

"At least let them bury you this time. Every time one of you darts off when my back's turned, my boss thinks I'm stealing corpses. My coworkers think I'm building my own Frankenstein or something."

The corpse neither verbalized nor blinked, but Danny hadn't expected it to; with a sigh, he rolled the corpse back into cold storage, locked its little door (not that locking it in had ever stopped it) and called it quits for the night.

It's not like anyone was paying him for the extra hours anyway.

The whole fic on ao3

[villainleoau]

OPEN THE DOOR

-@xinrouska <3