#gaslamp!Au

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Jason calling reader Wildflower? I am undone, my heart!

He's also undone.

As a rule, Bruce had told them when they were old enough to take interest in ladies, not to go around kissing virgins and unmarried ladies. For practical and ethical purposes.

And for the most part- they avoided it. When they could. Sometimes, they didn't know. Or it couldn't be avoided.

The gentleman he was supposed to be was screaming at him to stop. But. A man could only be tempted so long, he supposed. Not that you'd done anything to invite it. But- he was only a man. And he had a weakness for curves. And a soft spot for sweet young things in distress. He couldn't help it.

And here you were. Inexperienced and yielding. Lost and reeling. So entranced you hardly noticed that he'd put you on his lap. Shifting into the chair he'd lifted you out of.

Until the door crashed open.

"Oops," and then a giggle and Jason froze. Tucking your face against his shoulder. A Wayne brat in a dark corner with someone would hardly raise an eyebrow. Just a few days of speculation unless-

"That little minx."

"Shit," Jason muttered. And when the feet- male and female disappeared... well. He couldn't blame you for starting to hyperventilate.

"What did I do I can't-"

"Shh," he soothed. "It'll be alright."

"It won't I can't-"

"Wildflower," he said, hoping his voice was steadier than his heart. "Just trust me, alright? First I'm going to take you home."

"Alone?"

"In for a penny," he said, smiling wryly. "And besides. I don't think we're quite done kissing yet, do you?"

[xaphrin]

32. “All I can think about is ripping that dress off of you.” 53.   Bedroom 81.   First time

I chose to use my Gaslamp AU, A Deceitful Proposal, that I wrote for DamiRae week 2022. 

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Raven appreciated that her housekeeper was discreet enough to keep from mentioning the fact that Damian was stumbling up her staircase, looking for all intents and purposes - drunk. Whatever mutagen he had been attacked with was coursing through his system, making him stumble and loosening his lips so bad that he was slurring his words. 

If the rest of their peers saw what he looked like right now, it would be the end of his social standing. Raven winced, as they made their way into the sparsely furnished and rarely used guest room, setting him down on the bed as he continued to stare at her, his eyes hooded. The heat in his stare made it feel like her skin was on fire and something was trying to break free from inside her heart. 

Ignoring the way she shivered, Raven bent down and unfastened his boots, letting them land on the floor with a thunk. She had never undressed a man before, let alone in the privacy of her own home, and it felt intensely intimate.  

“How are you feeling?” Raven stood up and felt her breath catch in her chest. Damian was leaning up, watching her movements as he tipped his head towards her face. He looked… hungry. 

He took a deep shuddering breath and his hand tightened on his thigh, as if he was trying to keep his hands to himself. His pupils were dilated, and his breath was ragged. Raven swallowed but found herself glued to the spot, unable to look away from him. Every nerve inside her was snapping with excitement and light, anticipation sizzling just under her skin. But she didn’t know what she was anticipating, only that she wanted it - whatever it was. 

“Since that day I found you in my study I’ve dreamt of ripping your dress off of you.” He growled and stood up suddenly, forcing Raven to take a half-step back. He looked wild and untamed, ready to consume her the moment she let him. He swallowed, his throat tightening with the effort. “I’ll be as patient as you need while I wait for your answer, but it’s torture, Raven.”

His mouth curled around her name like it was a prayer to old gods, and Raven felt a shiver slide down her spine. He crowded her space until Raven’s legs hit a chair behind her. She fell into the seat, her dress puffing up around her in a tent of wet satin. Damian leaned over her, his body invading every part of her. With a ragged exhale, he dropped to his knees and ran his fingertips over her shoes, ruined with the rain and mud from their fight. 

“Await my answer for… what?” 

His deft fingers unfastened the buckle on her shoe, and he looked up at her over the curve of her knee. “For my marriage proposal.” 

[mxmooniper]

He squinted his eyes open to the first grey light of dawn and the dark face of a person looming above him.

“What happened?” Martin whispered, tongue clumsy with cold.

“You were drowning,” the person—man— said, a crease between his inky eyebrows, his voice deep and soft. This time it came from his mouth instead from inside Martin’s head.

———

Martin is a hopelessly forlorn Victorian gentleman. Jon is the slightly too inquisitive Archivist of the Queen of the North Sea. Around them, an occult conspiracy is brewing involving humans and merfolk alike.

Soon they are not only fighting to save each other, but also to avert the rise of dark powers beyond their comprehension…

[herearedragons]

treating myself to another cinematic poster to celebrate resuming work on the fic!

commission info

[landboundstar]

Fit To Print - Chapter 1

Title might change but part of a Superman AU fanfic to exorcise plot demons.

This AU is a gaslamp set genderbent Lois and Clark (Or Lewis and Clara as it were) set around 1900.

Taking inspiration from history and canon, but playing til I get a story I like.

No content warning for this chapter.

“Are you lost, miss?”

Clara turned, her skirt brushing against her boots, as she moved. And nearly sighed with relief to see one of the older newsboys there, his familiar face breaking into a grin.

“See if I bring you chestnuts the next time it snows.” Her voice slipped out of the proper elocution her teachers had trained her with and into the countrified cadence that was more common around the farm where she was raised.

The boy grinned over his stack of papers and saluted her with his cap before turning back to the bustling street to hawk his wares.

And it was time for Clara to go to work.

She reminded herself that it was time to write another letter home, her parents’ words of praise and stories about the farm and town and all of the people she knew back home still ringing in her ears as if she had just been talking to them in the farmhouse kitchen and not reading them over a slice of toast and jam in the lodging house where she had rooms. Then, she wove her way to her desk, greeting her colleagues as they wished her good morning.

Her colleagues.

Most mornings when she came into the Daily Planet building, she heard some version of the newsboy's question. And most were neither jesting or particularly friendly when they asked.

She belonged here. Just as much as the typists and typesetters. 

And they didn't pay her to just let her mind wander.

They paid Clara to find a story, follow it, and write it up. After all, she was a reporter.

She was typing, eyes hidden by spectacles as she glanced at her notes while finishing her most recent story. She reread it quickly, eyes scanning for errors, but her writing had no egregious spelling or grammatical errors. More than that,  it told the story about the attempts to sabotage the newly completed suspension bridge that spanned the water leading to Metropolis and the arrest of the saboteurs.

“Finished”. Clara sighed, and looked up to see her story pulled free from the typewriter.

“Nice work, Miss Kent. Good story.”

That might be true, but Clara was sure that was not why Lewis Lane was standing by her desk, reading her article. He was another reporter, and one who covered even more stories than she did. 

“The boss asked if we could both go into their office to discuss a story.”

“Both of us?”

“That was what I was told. Shall we?”

Clara took his hand and stood, following Lewis into the editor's office.

Behind her desk, Mrs. Perry- White sat, a brass plaque with the Daily Planet's image behind her. More than a mere figurehead, she was a formidable editor, and ran the newspaper that she had inherited from her late husband efficiently. It made the Daily Planet one of the city's most successful newspapers.

Even if some of her decisions raised eyebrows. 

Like hiring female reporters.

Still, Mrs. Perry-White had never treated her differently from any other reporter, either with praising her or pinning her ears back for a mistake. Or, as she had been told often enough,  “Your skirts, Miss Kent, do not write for me. Your hands and your brains do.”

It always made her nervous to stand before that shining wooden desk when called into the office though. 

And the next words did nothing to soothe her anxiousness.

“Ah good. Lane, if you would close the door.”

The wooden door clicked into place gravely.

Then, Mrs. Perry-White lifted her head and looked them both in the eye.

“I have an assignment for the two of you.”

[redwinterroses]

friggin' fic dropped fully formed into my sleeping brain night before last. early christmas present from the story elves. rancher duo au with both gaslamp and cyberpunk elements. jimmy has magic (everyone does, a little. he's a house cleaner) and about 134 siblings (grian and pearl are two of them. also impulse). tango is a fae and a necromancer hunter and jimmy doesn't know his bestie's not actually human. not because it's a big secret but just because tango thinks it's hilarious to mess with jimmy's little magics and then be all like O.O wow i wonder how that happened. i have approximately 1/8 of a plot but a lot of vibes.

[crazyjoystickgraphics]

Don't think I actually showed it off here, but I did do a OC AU Challenge for Hex back in January, which is where the Modern/Urban Fantasy Hex originated from.

[emperorambrose1897]

𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟐, 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟐

𝟖:𝟎𝟎 𝐏𝐌

𝙰 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝙸𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜.

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Girl, You're My Angel - Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

summary: Bradley Bradshaw's a down on his luck first baseman in the MLB, struggling to find his stride in the game he loves so much. A wedding invite from his ex-wife is enough to convince him to go for a drink, trying to forget about everything going on. He wasn't banking on meeting you though.

pairing: baseball!Bradley Bradshaw x reader (nicknamed Angel)

warnings/content: baseball au, mentions of divorce, smoking, alcohol, reference to drunk driving, bar fight, mentions of blood, Bradley having a dirty mind.

word count: 3k.

taglist (also tagging those who were interested in Take One For The Team since it's a similar vibe and explains the lack of updates lol): @avengersfan25, @jessicab1991, @atarmychick007, @b-bradshaw, @nouis-bum, @mamachasesmayhem, @floydsmuse, @kmc1989, @dckweed, @katfanfic, @nerdgirljen, @whatislovevavy, @mrsevans90, @averyhotchner, @yuckosworld, @tgmreader, @allepaula, @lourd-ita, @mariaenchanted

The booming bass drum of a classic rock song thumped in your head as you gripped the cocktail glass in your hand. The liquid sloshed around in the glass as you danced, swaying to and fro with your best friends, trying your best to enjoy yourself on your girls’ night out. Your finals had just wrapped up, and you were this much closer to earning your masters, the only thing standing between you and getting that embossed sheet of paper, was your grades. To unwind after the cram sessions you’d mustered your way through for the past month, your friends dragged you out to some new amusement bar in the Gaslamp Quarter. 

Across the bar, on the other side of the room, stood Bradley Bradshaw, a once promising baseball star who now, had earned himself a reputation as the MLB’s resident asshole - unable to take criticism or a loss without lashing out at someone. His recent stunt involved hurling his baseball bat across the diamond when he struck out in practice, frustrated with his sudden lack of skill, a skill that once came so naturally to him when his mind wasn’t preoccupied. 

The invitation had come in the mail two days before the bat throwing incident. His ex-wife, the one who left him two and a half years ago, was remarrying the fucking prick she cheated on Bradley with. The invite had come completely out of the blue, and when Bradley opened it, he felt all of the air leave his lungs as his fingers traced over the gold embossed lettering, donning her name and the name of her new fiancé. He’d never admit it to anyone, but that single piece of cardstock had been enough to reduce him to tears, slumping down the kitchen wall as he hugged his knees to his chest, crying loud enough that it made him thankful he had no neighbours near by.

Bradley had pulled himself together, lit a cigarette from the pack he’d been nursing for the last few months, reserved only for social events and times of pure stress, and got in his vintage Ford Bronco, his first purchase when he signed his first contract. Taking a drag from the cigarette, his brown eyes scanned over San Diego’s downtown core as he cruised past a few of the typical nightlife spots - each one a little too public for what he wanted. All other options exhausted, he pulled up outside of a newer bar that had opened the previous week, neon lights advertising an arcade on one side and drinks on the other. 

He figured if nothing else, a couple of rounds of Pac-Man on an old video game after a handful of beers might do him good. He could leave the Bronco parked there and walk to the hotel around the corner, and forget about how his ex-wife’s wedding was coming up in six months, how she’d had the audacity to invite him to see her marrying the guy he’d walked in on her with.  

He sidled up to the bar, nodding his head to the bartender in thanks as he ordered himself a beer. Standing across from him was a group of women, not much younger than him, gossiping and giggling together. He sized the group up, thinking to himself that maybe a one-night deal was what he needed to take his mind off his ex. 

You were the tallest girl of the group, with bright eyes, and hair brushed back in a sleek, high ponytail, sporting a form-fitting cocktail dress that made Bradley’s heart race when he saw you. He pounded back the rest of his beer, trying to find his confidence in himself once again in the comfort of the drink. 

Bradley set his empty bottle down on the bar top before walking his way around the circular counter. He rested his elbow on the bar, leaning in with a broad smile as you looked in his direction. He offered a polite wave of his hand, chuckling awkwardly as he felt his confidence wavering as he spoke to you. 

“Hey, could I buy you a drink? He said simply, his Virginian accent dropping into a thicker drawl than usual.

“I’m good, thanks, still got one,” You held up your half-full glass and shook your head politely, not wanting to reject him too brutally. 

Bradley nodded his head once at you, his smile faltering for a second. He quickly regained himself, smiling once again politely before grabbing himself another beer and heading over to the arcade, resolving that a couple of old-school video games might make his night a little better. 

It wasn’t that he wasn’t used to rejection - he’d been turned down almost as often as he’d been accepted, but for some reason, your rejection stung just that little bit more. Maybe it was the wedding invitation still making things sour, or maybe it was the fact that the mere sight of a girl hadn’t been enough to make his heart accelerate like this in a long time. He shook his head once, trying to focus his train of thought once again on something, anything other than what was currently occupying it. 

Baseball? Too stressful, his game was starting to slip up on him. Buying a puppy? No, it’d just be one more thing he could let down. Hitting the gym? He already went 6 days a week - if he went any more frequently, he’d have to consider moving his bed in there. 

His mind raced as he pressed the buttons on the video game, moving the small yellow circle across the screen, collecting points between sips of beer. Behind him, he heard a couple of guys shouting at a tv screen, the sound of the latest sports highlights blaring out in the background. 

“This Bradshaw asshole needs to get his shit together. Twenty-nine and he plays about as well as my ten year old. Drop him down to the minors or get rid of the bastard. He shouldn’t be missing plays like this.” One of the voices shouted at the tv, his friends nodding their heads in silent agreement with his rant.

Bradley felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention as the insults about his playing continued to spout from this guy’s mouth. He couldn’t have been much older than Bradley was, one of those armchair commentators who probably hadn’t swung a bat since Little League. As the criticism continued, each jab focused directly at Bradley’s game performance, missing one play that cost a game - one that he’d already been feeling pissed off about - it became harder to ignore. 

“I bet that hot little piece of ass wife of his left him because she knew he was a dogshit baseball player.” 

Bradley spun around on his heels so fast that he swore the room was spinning. He turned to face the group, crowded in a corner in front of the tv, faces all glued to the female commentator. Bradley could practically hear the derogatory thoughts they were having about her and it only fuelled his anger more. 

“Hey, man, if you’ve got an issue with how I play the game, I’d like to see you get off your ass and go play nine innings against Boston. Keep my ex-wife’s name out of your mouth.” Bradley scoffed, narrowing his dark brown eyes at the trio. 

“You got a problem, jackass?” The other man growled, raising an eyebrow at Bradley as he slammed his drink down on the table. “She probably left you for that rookie because even she knew you weren’t good for anything.”

“That so? Your wife would probably like to go a couple rounds with me though.” Bradley retorted, a devilish smirk forming on his face as he folded his muscular arms across his chest. 

Before Bradley had time to blink, the man drew back his arm and landed a hard punch to Bradley’s jaw. Bradley quickly delivered a stronger hit to the man’s face, watching him stumble backwards for a second. Bradley turned around and walked outside, getting ready to light another cigarette as he ran his hand over his jaw, assessing if he had any damage to worry about. 

The man returned, practically running outside after Bradley. More heated words were exchanged, insults flying between them both before the man delivered another hit, this time to Bradley’s nose. He shook his hand off and headed off down the street with his friends, disappearing off to the next bar. Bradley held his nose, blood dripping down from his nostrils and onto his hand. 

You and your friends had heard the commotion when it unfolded inside, and decided to head out, having enough excitement for one night. As you stepped out, you saw the man who’d hit on you earlier, this time with his nose bleeding onto the pavement under him. You ran over to him, raising an eyebrow.

“What did you do, hit on a girl who had a boyfriend?” You asked playfully as you rooted through your purse for something to help clean his nose.

“Called a guy out for saying my ex-wife was a “hot piece of ass”, actually,” Bradley nodded once, gratefully taking the tissues from you and using them to clean his nose. 

“Stick your hand out for a sec,” you instructed, squirting a dollop of scented hand sanitizer into his large palm before raising an eyebrow at him, “You don’t have anything I could catch from helping you without gloves?”

“What the hell is that suppose to mean?” Bradley scoffed, trying to laugh but wincing instead, “And why the fuck does my hand smell like a flower?”

“Lavender hand sanitizer. It’s not as good as washing your hands, but it’ll do while we’re outside. And I’m going to hold the tissues in place while you rub it into your hands, but I don’t want to catch something. I’m just fresh out of latex gloves.”

“Good thing. I’m allergic,” he laughed, shrugging his shoulders as he tried to brave through the pain, “I’m clean. You’re fine. I get drug tested and physicals through work constantly.” 

“What kind of a job provides those? Military?” 

“Professional athlete.” He nodded as you pinched the tissues to his nose, applying pressure to help with the bleeding. “Fuck, that hurts.”

“Your nose is broken, it’s suppose to hurt.”

“What are you, a doctor?”

“No, just wrote my finals for a masters in nursing.”

“Close enough,” Bradley nodded slightly, cringing as you continued to apply pressure to his nose.

You rooted through your purse, laughing softly as you pulled a tampon out of your bag. Bradley raised an eyebrow at you, not quite registering what the item was until you pulled the plastic wrapping off of it, stuffing the garbage back into your purse.

“What the fuck do you plan on doing with that?”

“I need to stick it up your nose on the left side. It’s bleeding more than I’d like to see, and a broken nose should probably be set in a medical setting. This way, you won’t bleed all over my car.”

“Your car? You’ve been drinking.”

“Half a vodka-cran over the span of three hours? I think I’m probably not gonna blow over the limit.”

“You are not sticking that up my nose,” he replied stubbornly, arms folding over his chest like a petulant child. 

“Look at your shirt,” you laughed, gesturing to the white floral print button down he was wearing, its collar now tinged with red and pink splotches. 

“Fine,” he said with a reluctant sigh, “but if anyone finds out about this, I’m denying it.”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” you nodded as you offered him the plastic applicator. 

Bradley rolled his eyes and reluctantly pressed the bottom of the applicator, pushing the tampon into the edge of his nose. He looked at you with another dramatic eyeroll and shook his head before walking down the street to a garbage can. He discarded the applicator before turning to face you, sighing. 

“I can take myself to a hospital, you know.”

“I’m already here, I may as well come with you. Besides, I feel kinda bad about turning you down.”

“Oh, so you’re taking care of me out of pity?” He teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe. Even more so with a tampon hanging out of your nose.”

“It’s quite the fashion statement, isn’t it?” He laughed softly, unbuttoning his dress shirt. He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, revealing a clean white t-shirt. 

You unlocked your car, the familiar beep as the doors unlocked causing Bradley to stifle a laugh.

“What is that?!” 

“My car,” you responded matter-of-factly, “What does it look like?”

“One of those cars for a Barbie doll that my goddaughter plays with,” he said as he flourished his hand, gesturing to your pink steering wheel cover and coordinating seat cover.

“Listen, I like pink. Now are you getting in, or do I have to make you?”

Bradley’s eyes widened for a moment, your playful threat of making him get into the car sending his mind into a frenzy again. He eyed you up and down again, and found himself shaking his head as he wondered what colour underwear you had on under your dress. He bet it was probably a coordinating pink set - the kind that Victoria’s Secret mannequins would model in the store window, with delicate little bows or lace or something adorning them. 

Focus, Bradley. She doesn’t want to sleep with you. Stop thinking about her.

He sat down in the passenger’s seat, watching as you hopped into the driver’s side. As you pulled away from the curb, he raised an eyebrow at your choice in music as Taylor Swift started blaring from the speaker.

“You can change it if you want to,” you nodded. “You can put on whatever.”

“No, no, It’s fine. I actually like this song.”

“You said you’re a professional athlete? What sport do you play?”

“Baseball,” he said, slowly nodding his head, “my headshot’s on a flag outside of Petco Park.”

“I thought I recognized you, you’re that player everyone always talks about, right?”

“Unfortunately. It’s rarely good things.”

“How come?”

Bradley sighed, raising an eyebrow, “You know they talk about me but not why?”

“I don’t follow baseball, I've actually never even seen a game, live or on tv. I just know my friend does and she told me everyone talks about you. Bradshaw, right? Number 10?”

“Yeah, that’s me. Bradley Bradshaw. First baseman, used to have a promising career, then, you know, wife cheats on me with a rookie from a rival team, catch her in a hotel room that I paid for with him, and then, despite me stupidly telling her I forgave her and you know what, I was pissed, but I loved her anyway and I blamed myself for her cheating, she served me divorce papers. Said I was incapable of loving anything but baseball. Says the woman who refused to do anything with me when I tried to be loving and affectionate. My friends swear she only married me for the status and the paycheck. Her new fiancé just signed a multi-million dollar contract that’s being talked about as one of the highest in the league, so it sort of checks out.” 

“Jeez,” you whistled, shaking your head, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. It was two and half years ago. I just, I haven’t found my stride again yet, I guess.” 

“Is that why you got defensive about her?”

“They said she left me for this other guy because she knew I was a dogshit ball player. I mean, it’s probably not far off. But, I got an invite for her wedding in the mail today, and I was already on edge, so I sort of…snapped.”

“She invited you?!” 

“Yeah, like that, huh? She probably thought I have someone new I’m seeing and that we could still be friends or some shit.”

“So you need a date?”

“I’m not going,” he said firmly, shaking his head. “I’m not going.”

“Why not? Free drinks for a night, you can wish her well while secretly hoping her husband’s ball career washes out on him in a year or two.”

Bradley chuckled, shrugging his shoulders as he gestured his hand towards you, “I like your thinking actually, but I’m not going alone.”

“I’ll go with you,” you offered, shrugging your shoulders, “When is it?”

“In six months, you don’t need to come with me though. I’ll send her some cheap gift and call it a day.”

“No,” you insisted as you pulled into a parking space at the hospital’s urgent care clinic, “I’ll come with you. I love a good revenge story. Besides, it could be fun. I’ve never partied with a bunch of baseball players before.”

“You’re…you’re something else, you know that?”

“You mean, you don’t have dozens of women offering you a tampon to stop your nosebleed, driving you to the hospital and then offering to accompany you to your ex-wife’s wedding date?” you challenged.

“Can’t say that I do, no.”

“Well, I’m honoured to be your first.” 

Bradley couldn’t help his ear to ear grin as he followed you into the hospital. Despite his bloodied, battered nose, which was hurting more than he cared to let on, and his fledging career, falling apart around him as he stood there, he felt genuinely excited. Excited to get to know you better. Excited to see where things went with you. He felt a promising sense in your words - like maybe, just maybe, he might be able to be done with one-night-stands and empty beds in the morning. He felt giddy, like a teenager going on a first date with his high school crush. He wasn’t sure if it was the pain from his nose or the alcohol talking, but he was almost convinced you were a guardian angel of sorts. Refusing to believe that someone like you could be anything but. 

First things first though, he needed to bring you to a baseball game. 

[joneliasweek]

Jonelias Week 2023

Monday, August 21st: "Self Destruction" / Vampire Au

Tuesday, August 22nd: "Up Too Late" / Regency Au

Wednesday, August 23rd: "Confrontation" / Gaslamp Fantasy Au

Thursday, August 24th: "On Camera" / University Au

Friday, August 25th: "Religious Devotion" / Cult Au

Saturday, August 26th: "Dreams and Nightmares" / Fantasy Au

Sunday, August 27th: "Missed Connection" / Fix It Au

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[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Hi hi I was wondering if you had any plans for the gaslight!au in the future!

It wasn't quite the fairytale wedding you deserved, Jason reflected as he helped you back into the carriage with the ink just barely dry on the marriage certificate.

But. Now, at least no one could hurt you. You were his. Properly his. Bedded before you were wedded and all. And now, he was more than happy to spend the rest of his summer idle and-

"Jason?"

"Yes, Wildflower?" he hummed, pulling you into his arms and kissing the top of your head.

"Are you sure you wanted to-"

"It's too late now," he chuckled. "I ruined you and I signed the papers. And people watched me sign them. Sober AND looking very in love." He tilted your chin up and kissed you tenderly.

"I-"

"And now," he continued, "I intend to spend the rest of the summer ravishing you every chance I get. Until you're so spoiled and indulged that your old life feels like a bad dream." That felt right. You should be soft. Safe. Protected. You should have never seen how hard and cruel the world could be.

Even in the dark he could see how you fustered. The heat that radiated through your skin- your clothing. And he grinned. "You'll see," he promised. If he knew one thing, he knew he could handle a honeymoon.

[xaphrin]

After Garfield Logan is attacked and injected with an unknown shifter mutagen, Raven and Damian team up to track down the perpetrator. Raven is determined to keep their interactions professional, but Damian keeps reminding her of his unanswered marriage proposal. (An AU hodgepodge mixture of Gotham by Gaslight and Soulless by Gail Carriger)

[chikaras-garden]

what are your favourite fics currently? Fic recs?

Honestly getting this question is a massive compliment (because you trust my taste?? mine??) and I'm going to try to do as much justice as possible.

Not a comprehensive list, just some recent loves, ongoing faves, and fics I go back to again and again. Most include smut because porn with plot is my fave. If you're looking for a specific trope/kink/character, let me know and I'll go through my tags and ao3 for you!

I'm sorry if this is a little messy!

DC

Help Me Help You from @tetzoro's kinktober

@uc1wa's entire frat boy universe, but especially Dick and Roy

How to Disappear by @pluvialpoet

Saying We're Just Friends by @idyllcy

Mania by Erea (Ao3)

@xxgoblin-dumplingxx's gaslamp and weird kid AUs

Haikyuu

Dusk til Dawn by @mrs-kurooo

Starboy by @heavenlyakin

The White Knight by @doingitforbokuto

Cross Check by @kagelun

Bad Day, Good Day (not x reader) by MoraMew (Ao3)

Resident Evil

Hoist the Colours by @daydreamrot

Misc.

Size Difference (ft. Joel Miller) by @some-insomniac-writes

Faulty Test (ft. an incredible android OC) by @2kmps

Chiaroscuro (ft. vampire!Benedict Bridgerton) by @eleanor-bradstreet

Go with the Man to the Mountaintop (ft. Cullen Rutherford) by fereldenpeach (Ao3)

[herearedragons]

Trying to recreate my vision from this post in my sketchbook (and getting to draw Evelyn in a 19th-century-inspired look while I’m at it)

[shivunin]

💠Alternate Universes💠

A list of AUs intended for writing/art prompts. Tried to keep it general/open to interpretation as much as possible. Thank you to everyone who sent in ideas! (plus bonus Dragon Age-specific AUs at the end, as this is a DA blog c:) Send a number and I will write a short AU about:

Rival market stalls

Fairytale

Post-apocalypse

Pirates

Cowboys/western

Spies/assassins

Gaslamp fantasy

Murder mystery

Cyberpunk

Soulmates 

Gothic horror (or romance)

Space travel/opera

Roommates/neighbors

Mermaids

Urban fantasy/paranormal (werewolves, vampires, ghosts, paranormal investigators, etc.)

Courtly/medieval

Noir/Private Investigator

Heist

Circus/carnival

Period (specify which time period)

Time Loop/time travel

Dragon Age-specific AUs:  (MC refers to the Warden, Hawke, or the Inquisitor)

22. The MC as a different class (mage/warrior/rogue)

23. The event(s) that led to the Warden’s recruitment never happened 

24. Companion AU (MC as a companion instead of the protagonist)

25. Different choice taken for a major plot decision (i.e. Harrowmont vs Bhelen, Hawke vs Stroud left in the Fade, etc.)

26. The game is actually a tabletop campaign (D&D etc.) your MC and companions are playing together

[sky-lia]

What is BATIM Inkmancy AU all about and how is it different from Deus Ex Machina?

Oh boy I'm glad you're asking the question !

As a reminder, Deus Ex Machina is not longer a BATIM AU, it's an original steampunkish story now, at least for me.

So when my BATIM phase came back while I was de-batim-fying Deus Ex Machina, I needed to create another BATIM AU so I created Inkmancy AU. Fun fact, I drew this before BATDR release and didn't get the occasion to post. So, now it is !

Inkmancy AU will be more accurate to BATIM aesthetic like the yellow shades and it'll be more oriented towards toon horrors and occultism.

Also, I made this to differenciate the main character, with Pyrop who is not a Henry anymore X)

For more details and rambling about the differences between Inkmancy AU and Deus Ex Machina, click "view more"

To differentiate Deus Ex Machina and Inkmancy AU, here the main points (sorry in advance, Im not a good writer but I'll try hsdfhz):

Deus Ex Machina is not a BATIM AU, it happens in a steampunk universe (might also be gaslamp fantasy), to summarize the concept :

"Pyrop", an enigmatic mechanical engineer, decided to come back in a ghost town to resolve mysteries about strange events linked to the disaperance of his long lost friend "Cobalt". Supernatural machines, diseased automatons and unknown creaturish people... Pyrop will have to rise up for the trials he'll face.

Of course there will be some inevitable things that will remind BATIM, but yeah, I'll try to make Deus Ex Machina distinguable.

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Inkmancy AU is a BATIM AU, but also BATDR AU. In this AU, I'll throw and make it fit so many ideas I wished we had in BATIM and BATDR (example : like Bill danton, new monsters, inkmancy system, re-designed known characters, more sammy who don't get killed in 5 secondes...). I don't have a whole timeline yet... I'm still thinking for some ideas but I won't tell because I don't wanna give fase hopes in case i can't make those jvgdhgz. To summarize :

After long years, Hendrick comes back to the old animator workshop like his old friend Joey asked in his letter. A simple visit into this place will turn into a descent to an inky nightmare. Down here... , the cartonish monsters, many crazy occult people, ghosts and demons of his past will torment him. Eldritch horrors beyond your comprehension ! He'll have to solve the riddle of the Ink Machine to survive and to escape.

For now Hendrick is the main character, but Audrey will probably another main character too. But i'll see...