#help this au (of an au) is taking over my brain

[funkyplantguy]

grian gets saved by hotguy and then pines over him <3

so this "au" (if you can even call it that when it exists exclusively in my brain and now in this ask) is mostly crack and comes from me joking around a couple days ago with some friends so...don't take it too seriously. that being said...

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areeongreenday: hey! so this is insane.

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h0tguysnumber0n3fan: i guess i kind of understand where you're coming from with this - scar goodman and hotguy do share a similar sense of humor, and i sort of see what you're saying at 47:03 when you compared their voices (more specifically, the inflection they use on specific words) but...i guess i'm having a hard time imagining scar as a superhero. don't get me wrong - he's plenty cool, but...didn't he say that he's a full-time content creator now? i don't know that he'd really have the time to record, edit, and post videos on top of saving the city on a near-daily basis. interesting theory, though! admire the dedication.

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scargoodman: ;)

and there it was, taunting him - that damn winky face, yet again, commented nearly instantaneously each time grian uploaded a new video about the man itself. scar goodman - known to many as the man who had risen to sudden fame in the video essayist community with his charming good looks and boisterous personality. scar goodman, whom grian suspected was secretly none other than the city's beloved superhero. after all, they'd both made their debuts within a week of each other and shared not only a similar path of success but a similar sense of humor, a similar speaking style, a similar body type, a similar laugh...sure, there were things that didn't quite line up, but...for the most part, they appeared to be the exact same person.

okay - maybe grian was a little obsessed. but what was he supposed to do, not point out the obvious?

what made matters worse was that nobody seemed to believe him. no matter how many videos he posted, no matter how much proof he gave...nobody was willing to hear him out.

nobody except scar goodman himself, who seemed intent to drive him absolutely insane.

grian grumbled something to himself, pocketing his phone and continuing down the long, narrow sidewalk to his apartment complex. he'd lost track of time at work yet again, and as a result, the sun had long set. this wasn't unusual for him - he often opted to remain late in the office to "finish up a few things" (ie take advantage of the functional wifi his workplace offered instead of trying to upload videos on his crummy home network), so he was...fairly comfortable tracing the path back to his apartment in the dark of night. the street lights in this part of town didn't work exceptionally well, but with the familiarity of it all and the dull light of the moon, grian typically fared well enough.

tonight, however...well, call him paranoid, but...something felt...off. something about the way all the buildings around him were dark, indicating that their inhabitants were either asleep or out (and entirely unreachable if grian were to call for help). something about the absence of the various stray cats that he often crossed paths with. something about how the complete and utter silence made his ears ring.

"aw, what's this? a cute guy? well, pretty boy, you've just entered the wrong part of town at the wrong time. unfortunately, loose lips sink ships, or...uh...however the saying goes, so...sorry, i can't let you leave this visit alive."

before grian could even register the words being spoken (where were they even coming from?? above him? below him? behind him? everywhere, all at once?), he felt hands gripping the back of his shirt. in another moment, he was on the ground, his breath clawing its way out of his chest. above him stood a figure, shrouded in darkness and the billowing, starry cape draped across their shoulders. in their hands was something glinting, something sharp, something deadly -- something that grian's frazzled, spinning mind was unable to put a name to. or maybe it refused to - refused to name the tool that would be his doom. maybe it was better that way, he mused idly, as the figure raised it high above their head. maybe it was best to not know.

"hey! there you are - what did i say about running off?"

and just as quickly as he'd accepted his death, the threat of it was gone, vanquished by the appearance of the tall, costumed man on the rooftop adjacent. grian felt his breath return to his chest in one fell swoop, filling his lungs and sending a wave of sensitivity to his throat. he coughed, hard, tears welling helplessly in his eyes, and the newcomer's attention snapped to him in an instant.

"oh - and you've made a friend! how nice. unfortunately, there are no plus ones in prison."

"hotguy," grian's would-be murderer snarled. "i thought i'd lost you."

"nah. i may have gotten lost, sure. but you didn't lose me. there's a difference."

"you'll wish that i'd lost you when i'm through with you."

"oh, that was lame!" the man cried, hopping over the low rooftop wall and landing neatly on the ground below (how he did it, even grian wasn't sure. by all intents and purposes, his legs shouldn't have that level of shock absorption, even if he had been fed some chemical cocktail by a mad scientist at a young age as he boasted). "listen - we've got to get you a better catchphrase."

hotguy strode forward, his eyes glinting behind his tinted visor. he glanced to grian out of the corner of his eye, then back to the villain - then back to grian again, his mouth going slack in surprise. grian met his gaze - took in his appearance - and let out a bark of laughter, one not missed by either scar goodman or the cloaked figure in front of him. scar returned his laughter, throwing his head back and planting his hands firmly on his hips.

"well, what a coincidence," he giggled, after a moment. "my new catchphrase just so happens to be "subscribe to my youtube channel."

"what?" their third demanded, glancing between the two. "what are you talking about?"

"oh my god. there's no way. there's no way. how - how am i the only one who knows? how am i the only one who suspects?? it's obvious - it's so obvious."

"what's obvious?"

"i know, right? i make it as obvious as possible, and still...still, nobody puts two and two together. well...nobody except for you, apparently. i guess that you're just...special."

"why don't you just come out and say it?" grian mused, propping himself up on his elbows and ignoring the sputtering from their newly acquired third wheel. "i feel like if you said it - either as scar goodman or hotguy - people would have to believe it, no?"

a strange look came over hotguy's face, but it vanished as quickly as it had arrived.

"ah...i don't think that would change anything. plus, i have this thing with this cute guy where he tries to tell everyone my identity and i egg him on to get him to make more silly videos. i would hate to give that up."

he winked, and grian felt warmth climb his cheeks. gone was the fear, gone was the panic, gone was the darkness and the creeping, crawling sense of unease - instead, there was only curiosity, burning brightly in his chest. he wanted to talk to scar - hotguy - for hours, wanted to pull the object of his obsession apart to see what made him tick, then put him back together again, just to see what would happen. he wanted to get to know who hotguy was underneath the suit - and who scar goodman was with the suit. he'd wanted (he'd wanted for so long) and it felt like maybe...just maybe...he'd get to have.

"hey! what the hell is going on?"

"oh, right," hotguy chuckled, turning his attention to the third member of their party. "sorry - didn't mean to ignore you. here - sit tight, for real this time. the police will be here soon."

"dude, i'm just going to leave again. do you really not have handcuffs or something?"

"who needs handcuffs when you have a cub to design fancy gadgets for you?"

"a...a what?" the figure asked, then yelped, startled, as something exploded out of the cuff on hotguy's wrist. a net, affixing itself neatly to their body, wrapping them up in a cocoon of their own folly. grian stared at it, humming in approval.

"nice."

"thank you! it's new."

"i know."

"i bet you do," scar responded, and grian flushed further at the teasing edge his tone took on. "i bet you know almost everything about me, at this point. obsessed, much?"

"i could say the same," grian huffed back, pulling himself to his feet and brushing off his jeans (there was a rip in one leg, now, he noticed with a frown). "you recognized me, like, immediately. it's pretty dark out, too - sounds like you're the one obsessed."

"what can i say - you're pretty and smart. i happen to like my men pretty and smart."

grian sputtered incoherently in response, all confidence gone out the window. oh god - he was even more charismatic in person, even in costume. and god, was the costume more attractive in person, as well - baggy cargo pants and a tight, fitted top that exposed his tanned midriff. not the most tactical, sure - but damn was it hot.

"you can't say that," he moaned, covering his reddened cheeks with his hands. "oh my god. i hate you. i've known you for five minutes and i already hate you."

"sure you do," scar responded, grinning. "i - oh, hold on."

he raised his hand and tapped the earpiece affixed to the side of his head, concentrating. after a moment, he sighed - and for just a second, grian thought that his shoulders drooped in exhaustion. as quickly as they sagged, however, scar was straightening, turning back to grian with an easy smile.

"sorry, handsome, duty calls. are you alright to get back home on your own? i doubt this guy will be giving you any more trouble. those nets are pretty sturdy."

"wait!" grian sputtered, his heart hammering painfully in his chest (no, no, he couldn't let scar slip through his fingers, not now, not when he was finally so close). "don't go - i...can i see you again?"

scar's smile wobbled around the edges, and any panic grian felt was replaced with guilty - heavy and suffocating (though he wasn't sure why)

"ah...isn't it more fun, this way? don't you like the chase? isn't that exhilaration enough for your pretty little head?"

"i mean...it's a fun hobby, yeah, but -,"

"then we'll stick to the status quo. after all, i'd hate to rob you of your favorite hobby. goodnight, grian. can't wait for your next video."

and with a wink, he was gone, disappearing back into the shadows so quickly grian could have sworn he was made of them. and grian...well. he had an apartment to get home to, a cat to feed...and a chase to continue. and maybe, someday, if he was fast enough...he'd catch up.

[strawberry-seob]

Say Please ✩ kjs

📖pairing: afab!reader x jongseob

📖genre: au, dominant kim jongseob, smut

📖rating: 18+

📖 summary:

📖warnings: anal sex, anal fingering, bossy/dominant jongseob, spitting in mouth, finger sucking, praise, spanking, aftercare, clitoral orgasm, very light choking, aftercare

📖word count: 1.1k

“Open,” Jongseob demanded, and you opened your mouth, his hand firmly pressed to your throat. He spit into your mouth, then kissed you, forcing you to swallow. Not that you wouldn’t have done it anyway. You were equally disgusted and aroused by the act. 

“Now, turn over. On your knees, ass up for me. Good girl,” he purred as you arched your back, baring yourself to him while he prepped himself (and you) with the lube from the nightstand. You’d already stretched your asshole for him before he came over, so as he slipped a finger easily into you, he hummed in approval. 

“Looks like someone’s been playing with themselves without me,” he said, slipping another finger inside you. “Were you so desperate to take my cock that you couldn’t help yourself? Had to get all ready for me?” he asked with a mocking tone, slipping in a third and eliciting a strained moan from you. 

“I asked you a question,” he said as he slapped your ass, the sensation electrifying, combined with his fingers inside you. 

“Mhm,” you replied breathlessly as he started moving his fingers in and out of you. You squeezed your eyes shut and relished in the sensation. 

“Ah ah ah, use your words,” he ordered, removing his fingers and only just now beginning to fully undress. You rolled your eyes, grateful that he couldn’t see your face. You had a hard time controlling your facial expressions and you’d paid dearly for it in the past. And you were becoming impatient.

“Yes, please just give me your fucking cock alr—“ your sentence ended in a choking gasp as he slammed mercilessly into you, bottoming out but pausing to allow you to catch your breath. You felt a dribble of lube drip down your thigh as you panted into the pillow, getting used to the sensation of him filling you, since it was never quite the same as when you stretched yourself on your own. 

He rubbed your low back gently with one hand while holding onto your hip with the other. “You ready?” he said, his voice much softer and sweeter than before, no doubt affected by the pressure around his erection. “Yeah,” you responded, voice barely a whisper, and you reached back to touch his hand that was resting on your hip. 

You gasped lightly as he pulled out and thrust back into you, and your ego swelled as you heard his breathing from behind you, already labored and needy. He always acted so tough at the start but when he began to unravel, it filled you with a pleasure unreachable with the physical part of sex alone. “ Fuck , you’re so good, y/n. You take me so good,” he said, his voice low and raspier than usual.

Your cunt throbbed at the praise, at the switch in his previous demeanor, at the way you were able to bring him to his knees like this, and you smiled into the pillow before your mouth dropped open in a gasp as his pace began to quicken. Your brain switched off as you laid your head to the side, the room filled with nothing but the sounds of both of your breathing and moans, the soft slap of his hips against your ass. 

His thrusts started becoming sloppier, more desperate, and you knew he was getting close, so you decided to push your hips back up against his, eliciting a low, growling moan as he gripped your hips tighter. “Don’t,” he hissed, and pulled out, shocking you with emptiness as he helped you flip around. 

The sight of him made your stomach flutter: small beads of sweat decorated his soft, tan skin, and his cheeks and bare chest were tinged pink from both exertion and arousal. You were shocked, as always, that so much overwhelming energy could come from someone who looked so delicate, his wavy blonde hair hanging over his eyes and his collarbones protruding beautifully from his chest. These thoughts were cut short as he leaned over you slightly, lids heavy, lining up his erection with your asshole with one hand and swiping his thumb over your bottom lip with his other. 

You opened your mouth obediently and he pushed his thumb into your mouth at the same time that he eased his cock into you. You moaned around his thumb, exhaling out your nose and sucking desperately as he began moving again. “Perfect, just like that,” he praised, and you whined as he removed his thumb and immediately reached down to swipe it across your clit, the instant overstimulation causing your body to jolt, which in turn caused you to clench around him. 

A high-pitched whimper escaped him and you nearly came at the sound, unable to keep yourself from smiling deviously as he scowled at you, which just made you smile bigger. “My bad,” he muttered, and started rubbing more gently, his thumb slick with a mixture of your saliva, the lube, and your own wetness. He continued thrusting and his hand began working faster as you began to fall apart at the stimulation, your nerves on fire, eyes squeezing shut.

You began to see stars as you begged him, “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” and he replied without missing a beat, “Say please.” Your eyes flicked open and although he was barely in a place to be making demands, his breathing becoming more ragged with each thrust, you complied. “Please, Jongseob, don’t stop. Fuck , make me come, please...please…ah!” you cried out as your orgasm ripped through you, a kaleidoscope of sound and sensation exploding from your core, and tears stung your eyes. It was so good. He was always so, so good.

He slowed down his thrusts but didn’t stop, a soft moan escaping you with each one. He hooked his arms under each of your legs and your body went limp as he fucked you, chasing his own orgasm, which came more quickly than you expected. With a last few stuttering thrusts, he trembled and fell forward, nearly onto you, and cried out desperately, his low-pitched voice turning breathy and pathetic. You loved hearing him like this, obsessed with seeing him fall apart. 

Quickly, however, he composed himself, pulling out of you gently and grabbing a warm damp rag to clean you up with. After discarding the rag and rummaging through his overnight bag, he came back to the bed. “Arms up,” he ordered, and you complied quietly as he slipped one of his oversized clean t-shirts onto you and laid you back down on the bed beside him, gathering you into his arms. 

You smiled dumbly into his chest as he kissed your head and rubbed circles into your back. “Perfect, my baby’s so perfect,” he kept repeating as he played with your hair gently, coaxing you eventually to the most restful sleep you’d had in weeks.

[emberdew]

Be More Ghost Chapter 2: I Love Ghost Hunting

Summary:

A Be More Chill AU where Danny gets a Super Quantum Intel Unit Processor (or Squip) to help him become cool and win over Valerie, but things don't really go as planned.

Masterpost | AO3 Link | Word Count: 1,746

I love ghost hunting because it’s the best! Because it is fun. I love ghost hunting and I get depressed whenever I’m done.

As Danny stood in the doorway, he immediately wanted to turn back. He thought the classroom was going to be empty, but it wasn’t. Valerie was right there in the front row.

“Uh, is this where we meet for the ghost hunting club?”

Valerie turned to face him. “No, this is the play rehearsal.”

Danny turned to go. Valerie called after him.

“Wait, I was kidding, yeah this is the ghost hunting club!”

Danny turned back to face her and nervously sat at the desk next to hers. “Oh, um, cool.”

Valerie smiled at him. “I’m kind of surprised to see you here, Danny.”

“Haha, yeah…” Danny didn’t really want to explain himself. This was a really bad idea. Just being near Valerie made all coherent thought leave his brain. He was shaking a little bit. Valerie noticed.

“Are you nervous?”

“What? No I’m just…” Danny shivered. “I’m just cold.” He rubbed his arms. He wasn’t lying, he did suddenly feel a lot colder. Was the AC broken in this room or something?

“Oh, well it’s okay if you are nervous,” Valerie said. “I’m a little nervous about coming to this club too, but mostly I’m excited.”

“Yeah?” Danny probably should have expected this. She was the Red Huntress, after all.

“Yeah, I love ghost hunting!” Valerie said. “I think it’s the best! I mean, it looks fun.” Valerie didn’t know that Danny knew that she was a ghost hunter, so she was still trying to cover her secret, at least a little bit.

Danny just nodded. He wasn’t sure how he should react right now.

“I’m just really passionate about it, since those ghost scum really need to be eliminated,” Valerie started to rant. Danny looked intently into her eyes, though he wasn’t really listening anymore. Even though her wrath happened to be directed his way, he couldn’t help but love how passionate she was.

“Oh, I think the club should be starting soon,” Valerie said, glancing at the clock above the classroom door.

“Where is everyone then?”

“I guess it might just be us two-”

The classroom door opened and all the A-Listers walked in, chatting loudly as they moved to their seats at the back of the classroom. Mr. Lancer arrived shortly after and stood next to the desk at the front of the room.

“Hello, welcome to Ghost Hunting Club… I’m glad some of you are taking the initiative for this extra credit opportunity.” Mr. Lancer seemed to be staring directly at Danny. He cringed a little bit and slid back in his seat.

“When do we get to hunt the ghosts?” Dash asked loudly from the back of the classroom.

Mr. Lancer crossed his arms. “Mr. Baxter, please wait until the end of my explanation for questions. This club is going to be more about ghost hunting research than field work, since that is best left to the experts.”

Danny saw that Valerie looked disappointed at that information. He tried not to show that he was relieved. Ghost hunting research was something he could probably manage. Maybe this extra credit stuff wouldn’t be so bad.

Mr. Lancer started pacing as he continued. “Your assignment will be to create an informative presentation about ghosts and ghost hunting that will be shown to your classmates in one month.”

Danny looked over to Valerie as Mr. Lancer explained what the club was going to do. At least she seemed excited. Danny didn’t feel great about potentially having to present anti-ghost propaganda.

A shiver ran down his back and a cloud of cold air escaped his mouth. Danny straightened up in his seat and looked around, but didn’t immediately see what had triggered his ghost sense. No immediate threats, but it would probably be good to go check-

Danny’s thoughts were interrupted when he heard Valerie’s watch beeping. Her ghost sensor had picked up the ghost too. He and Valerie stood up at the same time. She glanced at Danny with a worried expression but he looked away and walked out of the classroom without saying anything. Valerie followed behind him.

Danny quickly walked around the corner out of Valerie’s sight and turned invisible before phasing through the door of a nearby storage closet. He heard her walk by as he took a second to wait before transforming and then flying outside.

“Hello, ghost child,” Skulker greeted as Phantom returned to tangibility few yards above the school’s roof. The large mechanical ghost was already pointing a missile at his face.

“Hey, Skulker. Got some new toys from Plasmius?” Phantom asked, whirling away as a missile launched a bit too close to his face for comfort.

Skulker just grinned in response as he fired more missiles. Phantom returned the fire with some of his own ecto-blasts in rapid succession. He was about to aim a blast right at Skulker’s head when a bolt of pain shot through the back of his left shoulder.

He turned and saw Valerie in her ghost hunting suit, floating on her board a few yards away from him. Smoke was still coming out of the gun she just hit him with.

Phantom waved with the arm she hadn’t just shot and gave her a smile. “Red! You’ve come to join the party?”

“You’re going down, Phantom!” The huntress glared at him through her red helmet, not lowering her gun from his direction for a second. Phantom sighed and started dodging around both Skulker and Valerie’s attacks.

He knew she was dangerous and literally shooting at him, but he still thought Valerie looked beautiful as she dove through the air on her hoverboard. Something was probably wrong with him. He felt one of Skulker’s missiles graze his leg as he took a second too long to fully dodge. He shook his head and tried to focus.

“Time to become ghost toast, Skulker!” Phantom charged a bigger blast in his hands and fired at the ghost’s neck. As he’d hoped, the strength of the hit was enough to knock Skulker’s mechanical head off his body, leaving the tiny green blob ghost plummeting to the ground.

With one smooth motion, Phantom grabbed his thermos from where it was attached to his belt, uncapped it, and sucked Skulker in before he hit the ground.

“Got him!” Phantom rattled the now-occupied thermos and then turned to look for Valerie. He winced when he felt the gun touching his forehead.

“And I’ve got you.” Valerie sneered at him. He gulped.

“I… kind of have something I need to get back to, think we can reschedule this?” He grimaced as the gun poked harder into his head.

“I don’t think so, ghost. I’m enjoying this too much to leave now.”

Phantom had to admit she wasn’t kidding earlier when she said she loved ghost hunting. She did seem to like it a lot and was also very good at it. Almost too good at it.

He heard the gun whine as Valerie tensed her finger on the trigger. He had to do something soon!

With a jerky flail, he grabbed the gun and whacked it away from his face and the shot blasted right next to his ear, hitting a tree behind him. He turned invisible and flew at top speed back into the school and into his familiar storage closet.

He sunk to the ground, panting as rings of light appeared from his waist and swept over his body.

“That was too close,” Danny muttered as he checked for any new injuries. Luckily, he had gotten through that fight without too much damage. He rubbed at his sore shoulder, then opened the closet door and started making his way back to the ghost hunting club.

Mr. Lancer didn’t acknowledge him as he walked back to his seat. A few minutes later, Valerie entered the classroom and took her seat again too.

“And that is it for this session. Start doing some ghost hunting research to get ideas about what you’re going to present!” Mr. Lancer concluded the meeting and walked out the door.

Danny grabbed his bag from the floor. He turned to Valerie, hoping to start another conversation with her but was surprised to see Dash standing in front of her desk. Valerie seemed surprised too.

“Hey, Valerie.” Dash seemed almost nervous. Why would Dash be nervous talking to Valerie?

“Baxter? What do you want?” Valerie put her hands on her hips.

“I, uh, wanted to apologize for how you got kicked out of the A-Listers. It’s super not cool that happened to you just because your dad lost his job.”

“Why are you apologizing now? That happened last year, Dash.” Valerie glared at him. He seemed to quiver under her harsh stare. Danny thought Dash was probably feeling the same intimidation he felt when she pointed her gun at him earlier. Man, she was so beautiful when she was angry.

“Yeah, I know. I just wanted to say it now. I think you’re still A-Lister material,” Dash adjusted his letterman jacket, “and I think it’s cool you’re in the ghost hunting club.”

“Really? I didn’t know you were interested in ghost hunting. I assumed all the A-Listers were here for the extra credit or something.”

“No, I am interested. I think it’s cool. Anyway, cya later Valerie.”

“Bye Dash.” Valerie waved and started gathering her things. She had a thoughtful expression on her face.

Suddenly a spike of pain seared his injured shoulder as Dash punched his arm. Danny gasped and turned to look at the bully.

“Hey, Fenturd, someone wrote ‘BOYF’ on your backpack,” Dash said and left the classroom, the other A-Listers trailing behind him.

Danny gritted his teeth and rubbed his shoulder. How did Dash always accidentally aggravate his injuries? Well, at least with the A-Listers gone, maybe he had a chance to talk to Valerie again. He looked back to where she had been but saw she was pretty much already out the door.

Right before she left the room, she turned back to where Danny was still standing by his desk and waved.

“Cya, Danny.”

“Oh, uh, bye.” Danny waved back weakly with his good arm. Valerie smiled at him and left.

Alone in the classroom, Danny got up and started to leave.

“I guess that could have gone worse,” he muttered, trying to reassure himself.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Having the Pool Dream again, handsome?

[possamble]

realizing im kind of a weirdo about laios and marcille

[lavenoon]

Woke from a nightmare n decided to check Tumblr before passing out again. I saw you mentioned wanting more Eclipse Asks 👀

Please please please tell us more about the boy :0 I would love to know more about that tall fidgeting mess of a man!

Okie now I go pass out again, cyaaaa o/ 💤

@naffeclipse

I have been enabled.

Eclipse, in short, is a mess. He copes well enough, but his insecurities have been there from the beginning - they were predestined, with how he came to be.

Sun and Moon used to have a shared mode, before they decided it would be better for their sanity to just let the other do his thing and remain in rest mode. It was a blend of their AIs, making verbal communication unnecessary. Immediate understanding and combined planning skills, it did help them out of a few pickles (though they didn't get into too many, before this job).

And technically, they can still enter that mode.

They don't, because continued use of that "Eclipse" mode, with that blend of AIs where not even their system could differentiate where one ends and one begins, caused their AI to split into three one time.

Eclipse came into existence, trapped within a mind that wasn't his own, a miracle in a way, but received with shock and hostility. Neither of them expected him, least of all he himself!

That's why he's so curious, with that insatiable thirst for knowledge. If he's possible, what else might be? What else might be out there, ready to be found? Ready to be created?

But of course, there's the insecurity. The terrible need to compete with his brothers to prove himself vs the endless fear of falling short compared to them, again and again. He got them their job but what they do he'll never be good at, he's the taller one with more limbs but his battery is spotty at best, barely keeping him together well enough. They didn't want him in their head, and he didn't want to be in their head, and they got him a rush-job of a body (that I'll get to, too). They're all happy with the separation, but none of them were happy with the need for one.

Even if everyone wants him to have his own body, it's hard not to feel rejected, hard not to feel unwanted. The lingering tension remains even after the separation, and only exacerbates the problem. They don't want him, even when he's his own person. They pushed him out, because he'll never be good enough for them. They're all he has, and he is so so scared of them never accepting him. Maybe they just tolerate him, because they feel responsible - but would they choose him, if they ever had the option? Between his existence and non-existence, which one would they opt for? He's scared to ask.

It's tense, this relationship with his brothers. He pretends to be unaffected, like any younger sibling may pretend the approval of their older, cooler siblings may not matter. But he craves it so much. He wants to be wanted, wants to be accepted, wants to be loved - who doesn't?

Sun and Moon don't hate him. They're not quite sure, at first, but he is their little (annoying) brother. They care for him, want him to be safe, and when push comes to shove, they'd help him out no question. "No you can't wear my shirt but I'll help you hide a body" sibling dynamic.

There's also some guilt, at first - he wasn't meant to exist, and his AI was a strange mix of theirs and his few own experiences. Faulty, some might say, not fully developed. But he's doing fine these days, if a little clueless about social cues and a bit too happy to set things on fire, so the guilt really disappeared. It's better for Eclipse, too - he really hated being pitied for existing.

It gets a bit better when they live apart, because they don't serve as constant reminders for each other. Eclipse still has his brothers with him - the necklace I drew him with was not a coincidence, even if he claims that "a combined Sun and Moon pendant just means Eclipse. It's a me necklace".

Still makes sure they're okay, developing gloves for them that give them that extra grip during parkour, and making sure all his little gadgets make it to them. (And if they get some confidential blueprints in the mail for their own little workshop, well, he always was loose-lipped for someone without lips) (He needs them to be okay. This is how he can make sure - and if they build his designs, well, that's approval, too, right?)

Sun and Moon also are still there for him. They play up the annoyance sometimes, but they do care for him.

Especially considering that well, his "health" issues are kind of their fault. The body was a rush job - he has "narcolepsy", or rather the animatronic equivalent. The lower his battery goes, the higher the chance that his system will recognize it as dangerously low, and push him into rest mode. He always makes sure to be fully charged for work, because even if the rest mode spells only take a few moments to a minute, it's risky in a lab environment to randomly pass out.

He's saving for a replacement - but it's slow going, with all the other repairs he necessitates and with all the fun things to buy in the world. He's just a bit of a hoarder, attracted by colorful and shiny things, and of course, anything he can fidget with.

Him and Y/N... They're good, really! But despite all the cues he misses, it's glaringly obvious that his brothers are very interested, so he just isn't. Not romantically, at least. He's not interested in fighting that battle, only losing to his brothers who live and work with them, so rather inserts himself into a unique role that his brothers don't already fill. But they like him, they accept him, and at times even seek him out - first about inventions and gadgets, then about funny stories (dirt) about Sun and Moon, and then just to chat sometimes. It reassures him that even with them in the picture, he's not out of it, partly due to their own efforts to include him

They're all four a family, with time. Having Y/N in the mix lightens the mood, and keeps them all from constantly thinking about all what was, and instead enjoy the moment, or even plan for the future.

With Moon being the only one who doesn't lie about scars, any family reunions are hell for him while he's out - because Eclipse and Y/N are just inventing crazier and crazier stories, that somehow are totally unrelated to the real cause of the scars they sport, "For the bit, Moon, it's for the bit" "He wouldn't get it, don't try" "Can't appreciate a good story. He's still mad I got creative before". By then it's not even like they try to convince anyone, they just think of it like a creative exercise!

Sun and Moon may act a little annoyed that Eclipse and Y/N get along so well, but they realize quickly that their brother isn't interested in their little rival like that, and then it's just... A relief. The two people in their life they can't imagine living without get along, why would they complain? They may enable each other, and someone should keep an eye on where the fire extinguisher is, but they're glad things are looking up for their little family, at last

And they'll all be okay, with time <3

[gr1an]

i need someone to be mentally ill about c!tubbo with me.

[secondhandskootur]

Sorry everybody for the lack of Jaws rambling. Been feeling like garbage lately.

[aucupariaart]

Every day I have to resist the urge to revive/timetravel the adult Cora-san in my AU so he can see how Law is taking care of his little lookalike.

[ritz-writes]

me: omg im so close to finishing the Tumble Through Time sequel!! If i work on it just a bit longer--

brain: macaque performs in musicals and wukong is gay about it

me: holy shit ur so right

[robinsnest2111]

hmnnnn thinking about the afterlife au again........ how at first Mick is the one to take care of the others in quiet and subtle ways. nurse them back to health when they fall sick/sustain injuries, make sure everyone has their tasks to do on the farm to keep things running, etc.

but then Mick himself falls sick and/or gets injured! Nikki, Tommy and Vince are at a loss at first. what do they do now that their old man is out of commission??? how do they make him get well without encroaching on his personal space too much? they kinda know they're a lot to deal with on a good day so how do they approach this situation without making Mick mad at them?

After a couple days of Vince fluffing up Mick's pillows, Nikki making sure the farm isn't falling apart, and Tommy cooking up a storm in the kitchen, bringing Mick various soups and broths to aid the recovery process, Mick feels absolutely disgusting, stinky from sweating out the fever, hair a tangled greasy mess. but he's still too weak to get up and shower by himself.

cue him grudgingly allowing Vince to help him. Mick doesn't really trust Nikki or Tommy to keep their hands to themselves or to refrain from making stupid comments, so Vince it is. Vince prepares a nice hot bath, helps Mick settle down in the tub and cleans and detangles his black tresses. prime bonding moment between them <3

Once Mick is on the mend, he sees how responsible and mature and caring Tommy and Nikki have been in their own ways, so Mick thanks them and that'd be such a group bonding moment as well <3333

[littlebear1537]

VAMPIRE!OLIVIER AU

Something about Vampire!Olivier finding solitude in the snowy woods is VERY FITTING. In her early life, she was turned for experiments (from the military). This was around 50-ish years before the canon timeline of FMAB.

Basically the au plays on the story of FMAB but Whoops! All Vampires! Like Al is still haunting a suit of armour, Ed has magic arms and stuff like that! (I have another magic/fantasy/monster au for fmab which I will explain later too BECAUSE I LOVE IT)

But focusing on Olivier since she is currently the brainrot- UNDER THE CUT! (also tw for blood and also minor swearing)

So Olivier decided to flip off Central Village and go live in the snowy woods where no one would find her. There is this "Secret society" of vampires/monsters (The deadly sins) and they basically have control over others who are turned. Olivier also said "fuck you" to them and just went to have some peace and quiet.

Sam plays into all of this by accidentally turning into some sort of immortal bear monster. They don't know they are a bear but basically gets chased out and forced into the snowy forests up north (and Woah! stumbles across Olivier!)

Olivier takes pity of them and decides that maybe having a guard would be helpful. Plus they seem to have some sort of aggression towards central so bonus points!

There is a lot more to their story at this point but I think that deserves more posts because of the cute interactions 0,0

Ok so every vampire/monster has some sort of power. Something that is unique to them. Olivier is able to manipulate blood (similar to blood bending in Avatar:TLA) and also can make blood dangers by somewhat freezing and hardening blood. She can only do this to people who's blood she has consumed. (Points at Sam who likes to go all out in battle and be on the verge of death - Olivier likes to use them as a puppet to go feral - and obviously Sam consents to this - They also like to go feral)

MANY years pass and she is invited to join the military. This is perfect since she has been wanting to take the place of furher for years now. She slowly takes over Briggs from the previous general, yet it starts turning out into something different than just a military wall. It is home to all monsters/vampires to the point people believe it's abandoned yet haunted. Everyone at Briggs has their own unique form! A lot of the soldiers are failed experiments who protect Briggs and find comfort within the walls as well.

So in summary: This au is "what if everything was haunted and abandoned and every civilian thought they were protected by their military from these monsters. Spoiler alert: Civilians are the ones used to create the monsters"

[kiwibirdlafayette]

oh yeah before i forget happy fuckin new year!! The mianite posting will continue. I am not going to get better hope yall stick around for the third year in a row of Me (tm)

[wolfkitty42]

drew umbrashard fanart!

* Isn’t this place cool, Noelle?

* Heheheh! Let’s keep moving!

Umbrashard has been taking over my brain like crazy lately, so I wanted to draw Noelle and Kris walking through the Cyber City. I gave Noelle a belt since she looked funky without it.

https://www.youtube.com/@therosaic Check out Umbrashard at Rosaic’s channel! It’s a super cool deltaswap au and there’s currently a QnA going on in the community posts. 

[carewyncromwell]

“That rhythm of town starts calling me down... It's like a message from high above!”

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HPHM Cardverse developed by @ariparri​ // image inspiration from a scene in Disney’s The Princess and the Frog // original background photograph 

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Well now, who’s this dashing person? No way could this upstanding man ever be the type to ditch his comfortable position on the court of Spades and become a Joker -- right?

Hahaha, yeah, this is Jacob Cromwell, long before his Escape Artist days, back when he still happily worked for the infamous “Counselor,” the Jack of Spades, Duncan Ashe! Looks like he’s just about to head into work, getting off the trolley so he can walk the rest of the way through the capitol to see his OTL buddy, Ashe. Today he’s by himself and looking chipper, but trust me, on those days he could bring his little sister Carewyn with him into the capitol, you’d find Jacob in an even more cheerful mood. It was not uncommon back in those days for Jacob and Carewyn to end up entertaining the passengers of the trolley with their singing, since Jacob would be so thrilled to share his work with his sister and spend time with both her and Ashe, and Carewyn would just feed off of Jacob’s enthusiasm. ^.^

Music accompaniment while working on this piece included The Trolley Song from Meet Me in St. Louis, Merry-Go-Round of Life from Howl’s Moving Castle, We Built This City by Starship, Why Should I Worry? from Oliver and Company and Down in New Orleans from The Princess and the Frog. Jacob’s outfit, if colored, I see following Duncan’s color scheme quite a bit -- Jacob even has an ascot similar to his boss’s. You also may notice that if you count up all the spades in Jacob’s outfit -- including the fingerless Spade-themed gloves -- that he’s wearing exactly nine spades, which corresponds to the card I associate with him! 

Much love, all! Hope you have a magical day! ♠️

[dragon-tamer-1]

Ok seriously, I promise to get to the requests I have soon, just gotta do a few things first but I promise to start drawing/writing them as soon as I get done with these.