#right shift au

[shepscapades]

[Set in Mid-Late Hermitcraft Season 8]

In which we learn a little something about Cub, a little something about Doc, and a little something about Xisuma.

[the-east-art]

Stan has never actually had someone to share this side of himself with haha. I think he’s secretly really into all different types of clothing and specific shifted forms he has to go with them. (The genderqueer allegory of this is pretty much just Text in this one)

[doctorsiren]

Maybe you could call it Reunited Stans AU?

Also, how do you think the gravity falls locals would see those two? I think Ford would end up getting out of the cabin much more because of Stan. Maybe you could draw them going to town for drinks? I don't know.

I like to think the town locals would either be horrified of them and talk about them as cryptids in their own right, or just be annoyed by their shenanigans

I just remembered they’d be in their early 20s when coming to Gravity Falls haha

But yes they’d definitely start out as “those weird twins that live in the forest” but once Stanley starts feeling like he’s actually safe from that old life Ford pulled him out of, he starts going into the town, which then leads to him dragging Ford along

It’s probably a mix of both, where the town sees them as those odd guys and then also get annoyed by what they do, but also I think they’d think of them as a new endearing staple of their town once the whole “newcomer / stranger” title fades from them. It’d be sort of the same way Stan is in canon with the Mystery Shack, where even though people find him annoying, they also always come to the events.

Also Stanley 😭 your brother does not wanna be in that bar, let him go do nerd things

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 326

“So erm, how are we going to explain… this…?” Sam motioned around at the entirety of them with a clawed hand, an unimpressed expression on her maw. 

“I mean, we could just, not do so?” Danny sounded a tiny bit uncertain about that, own claws tapping against his legs from where he sat. “I mean, Tucker seems happy enough-” 

“Okay, I didn’t come here to be called out like this-” 

[blondeaxolotl]

Remember when I mentioned what if the reapers could turn into bats, have some concept doodles

[thelemonsnek]

half baked malevolent au because i havent been able to get this podcast out of my head

[image id: four drawings on one sketchpage. The first is of Ingo, newly fallen to Hisui, staring off into the distance. A shadowy Giratina looms over his shoulder. To the side of this drawing, Ingo looks up angrily, saying "I don't think 'inner demons' was supposed to be this literal.' Giratina, not pictured, says, "sorry?" Another drawing shows Ingo smiling and peace-signing, while Giratina does the same behind him. The last drawing shows Ingo and Emmet reuniting - Ingo stares out in shock, unmoving, while Emmet runs at him, arms outstretched for a hug. Giratina looks frantically between the two, going "WHAT THE FUCK". End id]

[tennessoui]

NOT ALL SHARKS YOURE KIDDING THATS SO FUNNY 😂

Like he’s walking around without his prosthetic because he can and there’s nothing wrong about it period the end. And he has that shirt on I’m sure the Karen’s hate him.

(Also if he doesn’t dress up as a shark for Halloween every year what is he doing?)

[referring to this post about surfer anakin (tennessoui, 2023)]

lmao but also imagine the halloween after anakin loses his arm when he and obi-wan are dancing around each other and being weird but not together yet and obi-wan gets an invitation to a halloween party and he's not gonna go because he's definitely sort of over halloween in general and house parties specifically, but then he finds out that anakin is going to go and that changes everything

but he doesn't have a costume so he just throws on his lifeguard outfit (but rolls up his shorts a little bit more and grabs one of the older beach t-shirts so he can cut out the sides in proper slutty lifeguard fashion)

only for anakin to show up as a shark attack (in progress), fake blood and all

im just thinking of them like standing next to each other by the wall in awkward silence after another person misidentifies them as a couple costume and obi-wan looks at anakin out of the corner of his eye and he's like >:( actually that was deeply traumatizing for me'

and anakin is like (sipping his drink) 'skill issue'

[hiding-under-the-willow]

For the record, I started outlining the Ghosts AU fic today, splitting up 'episode' ideas into like seasonal arcs and such, fleshing out some of the little ideas that have been discussed around here into actual pieces of the timeline. Very exciting 🎉 it'll be sick as fuck if I ever get any free time to actually write it with 💀

[1vylili3s]

The tonal shift of going from “I loathe shadow milk” to “I LOVE WIND ARCHER” is so real.

Now I’m just gonna lay down a nice picnic blanket for you both. Have fun <33

picnic pt. 60

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 2

Part one

Steve doesn’t sleep that night. It’s a bad idea to put them both on the bench, and Munson was spiraling. He’d let him sleep until morning, and then they’d have the worst team huddle Steve’s ever been a part of and get the fuck out of here.

When Munson’s breathing finally evens out, Steve rolls onto his back, batting the dangling sleeve of his letterman jacket out of his face. Munson rolls, throwing his arm atop Steve’s calves and cuddling them to his chest. Steve lets him be.

The feel of his breath shifting the fabric of his jeans is almost comforting. Even if it’s just Munson, he’s not alone here.

He’s less alone than he ever has been, here of all places.

It’d been instinct, when the fear hit, to drag Munson into the closet and hunker down. That’s what he’s always done–hide away. It’s not usually this quiet when he’s in here.

Without thought, Steve reaches out to clasp Muson’s spindly ankle in his hand. Munson snuffles in his sleep, but doesn’t wake. Steve resolves to wait out the night.

Except it never gets lighter. Time’s passed, he’s pretty sure, but the light stays that same muted red that gives him the creeps. Maybe the quiet is making him crack up just like Munson? Maybe the stress of the night has thrown off his internal clock? Maybe it’s been ten minutes, and he’s getting short of breath and panicky for no reason at all.

It takes lifetimes for Munson to wake up. 

He snuffles again before shoving Steve’s calves away from himself and launching into an upright position, whacking his face into Steve’s hanging clothes. Munson makes an undignified squawking noise. Steve’s still just trying to breathe.

“Steve?” Munson whispers. “Are you having a nightmare?”

Steve continues to not breathe as Munson bends over him to shake his shoulders, eyes wide. He doesn’t know how to tell him that this just happens sometimes, where the air goes all wrong but only for him.

“It’s still dark out,” he says. It almost comes out normal, like he’s commenting on the weather and not the horrible lighting of the hellscape they’ve landed in amidst an acute episode of not breathing.

“Are you still tired?” Musons asks. “Hungry? Thirsty? What’s happening here, are you dying?” His words trip over themselves in his haste to spit them in Steve’s face.

“Munson, we didn’t wake up.” He laughs, feels half cracked. “The sky’s still fucking red.”

Munson stares at him, mouth hanging open, eyebrows scrunched. He reaches out his hand, and pinches the loose skin of Steve’s wrist hard between his fingers.

“Ow!” It’s not Steve that says it. 

Munson pulls his hand back, shaking it. Steve can barely make out the way the pinky finger on his hand is at an unnatural angle, bulbous in the diluted light.

Something snaps back into place at the sight. His lungs fill and empty like they’re supposed to. He pushes Munson out of the way, ignoring the way he curses as he forces his way out of safety.

It’s a little lighter in his bedroom, but it’s all still red. 

Munson stumbles out after him. Steve grabs his shoulder and shoves him to his bed, pushing him to a seated position. 

“At least buy me dinner first,” Munson says, voice breathy and shaking.

Steve ignores him, kneeling down at his feet to examine his finger in better light. 

It’s dislocated, pulled cleanly from the socket and given time to swell around the injury. It’s going to be a bitch to pop back in. Steve walks back to his closet, grabs a shirt, and throws it into Munson’s face.

“Put this in your mouth.”

“Excuse m–”

Steve kneels back in front of him, grabbing his injured hand and pulling it up to the other boy’s face. “This is going to hurt like a bitch to fix. We can’t afford to have you screaming, Munson.” He picks the shirt up from where it fell in Munson’s lap and holds it up tauntingly. “Bite down.”

Munson does. Steve brings his attention back to his hand, wincing in sympathy. He grabs the injured finger just above the knuckle, grimacing at the whine Munson lets out. He wrenches it back in place, hears it pop almost wetly back in its socket. Munson doesn’t scream–he gasps.

“Sorry, no ice,” Steve says. He’s in triage mode, half-remembered modules from high school health class and first aid training for lifeguarding duty running though his mind. “I think we should wrap it and maybe, like, hold your hand above your head? I think it helps with blood flow.”

“Thank you, Dr. Harrington.” It’s clearly supposed to be sarcastic, but Munson’s teeth are clenched, uninjured hand gripping tightly at Steve’s shirt.

Steve doesn’t comment. He moves into his en suite bathroom, shuffling through drawers until he finds one of the cloth headbands he stole from his Mother. It’s a dark maroon–a perfect fit for Munson’s whole goth vibe.

“Pressure should keep the swelling down,” he says as he carefully wraps the finger as tight as he dares. 

“Fuck fine,” Musons says. He pushes Steve back, less with a shove and more with the sheer force of his gesturing hands. “What now?”

Well, then. Time for the worst Team huddle in existence.

Part 3

[sharksfrommars]

modern AU for the Stan twins, except their parents are Family YouTubers

horrifying

[solazu1]

I was going to post the lead up to this drawing but i got too embarrassed by the boykissing

[bunnieswithknives]

I really gotta rewatch Pushing Daisies.

For those of you who haven't watch it, which I assume is most lol, Pushing Daisies' gimmick is that main character can bring dead things back to life by touching them, but if he leaves them alive for more than a minute something else has to die. If he ever touches the undead thing again it dies forever, even after a minute has passed.

[toomanyheadthinks]

@ginnyinindy

Yeeeessss soooo much of this! Why you hiding this in the tags!

The whole thing with the visitors must feel so cathartic for him while at the same time its own special form of guilt induced dread. Because its really the first time he can be open and honest with what he actually is. It's exciting, he has friends they're not entirely human but that what's he shares in common with them, and just a small part of him feels thankful that the world has changed but at the same time he feels terrible about it too. Like he shouldn't be this excited about the end of the world.

[robinson-graves]

[sits up suddenly from my coffin] anybody fuck with my super danganronpa 2 x guy who didnt like musicals au

[necrotic-nephilim]

I love reverse robins oldest brother damian because I just shift his animal care and empathy onto his younger brothers LMAO. Tim somehow became something in the same category as a dog or beloved pet two toed ungulate in Damian’s mind and now he likes him. Doesn’t mean he gets along super well but I think rev rob damian would treat his younger siblings differently from his peers, who get the “what did living with Bruce do to you” treatment. And this makes growing up kind of suck because it’s not super sudden or overt but something about Damian’s behavior and how he treats you changes when he starts to see you as a grown up. Is that anything

YEAH YEAH YOU GET ME.

i don't think Damian as a strong grasp of familial love and so to make him the *oldest* means he has no one to guide him through it. sure there's Bruce, but he's... Bruce and a father is different than a sibling, especially a younger one that Damian is supposed to look after in some capacity. and he wants to love them bc that is what you *do* you love family and you care for them. but he's awkward at it and so like you said, it's very similar to the feeling of caring for a dog. Damian's affection is awkward, but it comes with hair ruffles and the softest "you did a good job" as he's cleaning a weapon bc that's the only love *he* wanted as a child. Damian didn't need smiles and hugs and laughter, he needed a firm hand to tell him they were proud of him, and only the most chaste touches that don't linger. so that's what he gives to Tim, then Jason and Dick. and they understand this is just kind of How He Is and it's the best you're gonna get with Damian. like, Damian respects his peers as equals but his siblings are younger and therefore he needs to Protector them. and to be Protector, you must hold yourself to a higher standard. it's never demeaning to them or viewing them as lesser, but more so putting a weight on his shoulders that he needs to carry. they are small and Damian has to care for them bc no one cared for him like this when he was small and he will not repeat that.

but when they're *adults* it's a brutal transition. bc then they are respected as peers and certainly still loved, but the Protector Instinct is gone. suddenly the kindness that his siblings are used to getting is replaced by him talking to them like Adults, which means he's *far* more scrutinizing of their choices. he argues with them, he pushes back on their plans bc that is how hero work is. you must leave room for no mistakes and he's never cruel about his corrections but he lacks the kindness he used to have bc to him, this is what respect is.

which!! i think makes the moving of the Robin mantle from Jason to Dick interesting bc it'd be Damian's way of seeing Jason as an adult. and Robin is a role of youth and so taking it from Jason is meant to be Damian showing Jason a *massive* amount of respect. he's saying that Jason has *earned his stay* and is ready to move on. but of course he doesn't explain this bc to Damian, it's an implicit part of the mantle that's simply how it works. he moved on when he was done with it and now Jason is ready to move on. but the shift isn't one Jason is ready for and it makes things painful between them bc to Jason, it just feels like replacement. he doesn't understand that Damian is honoring him and this is meant to be a gift, letting him move on from Robin.

it's just all so interesting and you're spot on. Damian has endless amounts of love and affection for his siblings but it's like a loyal dog. where he's protecting something vulnerable that cannot speak for itself. *especially* if this plays into Damian being very aggressive with Bruce about how the Robins should be trained and raised bc that is what Damian is protecting them from, Bruce. i'm of the opinion in a Reverse Robin situation Bruce would be an even shittier dad bc he didn't ask for Damian and wouldn't have the experience. they would clash hard and it'd build resentment, especially when Bruce takes in others. i feel like Damian and Bruce would have a cold war over who gets the most control over the Robins. like god i'm just so obsessed over how Damian would change as a head of the family.