#stayed friends au

[alice-after-dark]

RasioStatic AU Idea

(Might eventually become a fic if I get off my lazy butt lol)

Everything is the same but Alastor and Vox never stopped being friends.

Alastor shows up at the hotel, summons up Niffty and Husk, then tells them to wait a moment while he gathers another.

"He isn't one of my thralls, you see, so he's not as simple to acquire and my goodness he is being quite fussy."

Void portal opens and dumps Vox into the middle of the lobby. He's bitching at Alastor within 2 seconds.

"Hello!"

"Don't fucking "hello" me! What the fuck, asshole?! You disappear for 7 fucking years and the first sign I get of you is you yanking me through the void in the middle of a meeting to drag me to...where are we exactly?"

"My new pet project!"

Vox looks around at the rundown hotel. "You're starting a crack house?"

Charlie makes a whimpering sob. Vaggie is freaking out that there are now TWO powerful Overlords standing in their lobby. Angel Dust is hiding behind the couch because dammit that's his boss' business partner. Husk and Niffty just keep doing their respective thing.

Alastor plays a laugh track. "Oh good heavens, no! This is that little hotel run by our dear princess that your news station just covered." He spins Vox around and points to Charlie with his cane. "Charlotte, this is Vox, a friend of mine. He's going to be helping out with this little project of yours!"

"Thanks for volunteering me."

"You're welcome!"

Edit: Forgot to add that during Alastor's little song number, he absolutely starts dancing with Vox and it's very clear they must dance together a lot from how easy they move together.

[puppyeared]

renaissance dogys

characters belong to @canisalbus

[beybuniki]

hero department kids

[ozymandian-hymn]

You're not coming back from shit! Thrashing around in that high-conductivity state of yours, bumping into things and acting like a clown. Who are you kidding?

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

I had an idea about the dragon that popped up in the show a couple times, the one that Kara had to fight.

What if he wasn't an alien? What if he was just old... very old. A creature who has been waiting a very, very long time.

He and Kara tussle again after the finale, and this time Lena, with her long hair left loose in soft waves, calls out to her friend in concern from the ground.

"Kara!"

At the sound of her voice, the beast stops in mid air. Its head turns towards Lena, and then he swoops down with focused intent. Kara's eyes go wide. "Lena!"

But the creature halts just shy of Lena, settling on the ground in front of her, so close that Lena can feel its warm breath on her face as he stares deep into her eyes. In its gaze Lena sees intelligence, but no malice. If anything, its eyes seem... mournful.

Tentatively, Lena reaches out and places her palm on its scaled snout. Something deep within her tugs at the contact, and she closes her eyes to let the dragon's warm, even breaths caress her skin. In that moment, memories come swirling back to her... memories of life lived long ago. One wrought with hardships, betrayal, and loss-- but marked with kindness, love, and empathy.

Lena opens her eyes and smiles in wondrous recognition.

"Aithusa," she murmurs. She gives the scales next to her hand a soft kiss, and hears a rumble of affection in return. "Look how you've grown."

[silkentine]

Um so this fic made me laugh so hard… 😁👉👈

Check out the newest zosan fic by @blasphemlm on AO3 here: On Sight

[shakingparadigm]

they are sooooo cute

[smiuffzo]

Selfish.

[katsukiizmoon]

bodyguard or bestfriend! katsuki who practically lives in your personal space, he's only "looking out for you" and "making sure you're okay" he definitely isn't dependent on feeling your warmth against him, he definitely doesn't get antsy when you're not near him, not at all

Second time writing this, tumblr ate it the first time 🥴 but no because I bet he leaves his shit there and then forgets.i have so many thoughts on this

Katsuki has practically raided every square inch of his apartment. He’s checked every basket, drawer, nook and cranny of the place— and he’s found four pair of boxers. Total.

There’s no way.

A frustrated groan leaves his lips when he notices missing sweatpants. His face twists into a scowl while he shoves the last of his dirty laundry into the washing machine. He snatches the detergent and tosses it in, pressing the button and turning on his heel.

He storms out of his apartment and shoves his keys into the door, locking it. And you know something’s off the moment he arrives. He huffs and puffs like he’s going to blow your house down. All the while, you sit perched on the couch with a basket of laundry and a no-brain-needed show on.

“I’m goin’ fucking insane.” Katsuki grits, carmine eyes peering into your ceiling.

You hum and toss a pair of panties into a nearby basket. A sigh leaves him as his chest sinks beneath the black tank top.

“You always are— but why now?” You raise a brow at his glare, resisting a snicker.

Your fingers lay purchase on a pair of his sweats. Effortlessly, you begin to fold and separate the rest of the laundry. Another pair of his sweats are in your hands as you pause to look at him.

“Searched the damn place top to bottom,” a sigh “- can’t find my shit. Got four pair of boxers. I’m losing it.” He grunts with an exasperated groan.

Katsuki peels his gaze from the ceiling to meet your own. You begin to chortle and snort.

The pair of sweatpants in your hands meet his face with a dull thud. Without thinking, katsuki yanks the offending fabric away and growls.

“Oí, asswipe-“ The second pair meets his face before he can finish and it takes all of three seconds for it to register.

“.. why d’you got my shit?” He takes a deep breath, just like his therapist told him to, trying not to jump to conclusions.

“You always leave your shit here— I’ve got an entire drawer. You’ve even got a toothbrush and face razor in my bathroom.” You challenge, holding up a pair of boxers you’ve just found in the basket.

Katsuki blinks. He has been over a lot. But it’s only because you can’t take care of yourself— you’d die! The blonde runs through memories of cup ramen and expired snacks in your fridge and pantry. His eyes roll.

“Well, I need my shit, brat.” He chooses to say instead.

You glance at the TV to see two of the girls arguing over what food to have at a party. Typical, there’s always that one bitch who wants fruit at a candy land themed party.

“Go for it, it’ll end up back here anyways-“ you chortle and toss a pair of clean boxers his way “-you’re over five days a week.”

Ruby orbs narrow, brows furrowing as he takes playful offense to your statement. A grin plasters across his face and he leans in.

“Wouldn’t have to if a certain shithead could take care of herself, now would i?” Katsuki taunts and assumes victory. He looks proud of himself.

Your brows shoot to your hairline and you laugh wildly. The task at hand half forgotten, fingers reaching into the basket to grab a random article of clothing and throw it at his head.

“Oh please, you come here for back rubs and head scratches.” The teasing tone of your voice has his eyes rolling. Hard.

Katsuki looks down at the fallen fabric and snorts. Big hands put the pink, scallop trim panties in the basket to your right while he formulates a good answer.

You’re not completely wrong.. but you can’t know that.

“Nah I c’mere cause’ you’ll get a scurvy if I don’t.” He lies, grabbing a towel to fold.

Banter continues on and off through the night. He talks shit on the show you’re watching but gets invested anyways. Like always. A plate of steaming curry is served for dinner and afterwards you show him to the stash of his items stored away in your bedroom.

He grumbles and flushes a peachy tone, throwing most of the items in his bag. He leaves two or three pairs, though.

You get lectured again on groceries even though he’s the one that cooks. And, now? There’s a grocery list on your fridge that says “k: bringing order on Monday” in not too-pretty handwriting.

Katsuki finds himself basking in the warmth of your hands later. Pretty fingers rub his taut muscles and tug at the roots of his hair. Nails drag up and down, up and down his shoulder and back casually. He’s out like a light in minutes.

He wakes up and chooses to ignore that he’s already left another set of clothing in your laundry basket.

[alice-after-dark]

Stayed Friends AU Random Facts - Valentino Edition

Just some random thoughts I had about Valentino in the Stayed Friends au if anyone cares. For the most part, this is a more lighthearted au, so expect that things will be different. Not to say there won't be seriousness and drama, but generally this is just for fun.

TW for Angel having serious self-loathing and canon-typical triggers.

-Valentino is not nearly as much of a toxic dick in this au. Why is he not nearly as much of a toxic dick in this au? Because it's my au and I do what I want.

-He is still the same flamboyant asshole diva, of course, but the actual abuse factor is way down. He does still throw tantrums when he's especially upset, but he's far more likely to break things than hurt others...at least not his employees. Miscellaneous Sinners on the street are fair game.

-Valentino and Angel actually have a good relationship. Valentino unapologetically plays favorites.

-Alastor and Valentino are not...friends. They're more like two beings who tolerate the other's existence for the sake of a mutual friend. Valentino thinks Alastor is a pompous stuffy prude and Alastor thinks of Valentino as a dumb sex-obsessed degenerate. Every encounter with them in the same vicinity comes with the Exasperated Vox TM disclaimer of "Al, don't be an ass. Val, don't antagonize him."

-Vox and Valentino are friends-with-benefits.

-Valentino has been aware of Vox's crush on Alastor from the very first time he ever heard him talk about the deer demon and never misses an opportunity to tease him about it.

-He offered Husk a blow job as a thank you for protecting Angel from the loan sharks. Vox and Velvette have a sit down with him about how sexual favors are not appropriate corporate thank you gifts.

-He does...vaguely better when Angel asks for the day off to comfort Charlie after the reveal of Vaggie being an angel. He uses his smoke to instantly send a feel-better gift basket to Charlie with ice cream, chocolate, and...Angel hides the break-up-revenge themed porn videos before she sees those. At least he got it two-thirds right...

-Velvette, Mimzy, Rosie, Niffty, Angel, and Valentino definitely have Girl's Nights once a month, typically at the V Tower or Rosie's house. Post battle with Adam and the Exorcists, they get Charlie and Vaggie to join in (Stayed Friends!Valentino and Vaggie bonding over wing care, just saying).

-Valentino is the first person to find out Angel is crushing on Husk. Val puts Travis in charge, tells him to call in a replacement, and skips an entire shoot while Angel has a breakdown in his office about not being good enough to deserve love.

[satandoesntwannabehere]

HAPPY 9TH ANNIVERSARY UNDERTALE !!!

and a couple silly things from the past couple of months

[beybuniki]

AU where Deku stays quirkless and he enrolls in UA's support department, he and bakugo befriend each other because they take the same train to school & Deku approaches him because they're both batfam fans :) they bond over common interest which also inspires them to work togetherrrrrr

[sad-leon]

crawling out of the shadows with this as an offering

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

warlock wizard Wally scribbles... Thinkings! oh and a bonus bard-ish Barnabys in the corner for flavor

outfit ramblings:

first of all that is a Terrible rendition of what Home looks like in my head. i just needed to fill empty space </3

the staff was the toughest part honestly. bc it Had to be paintbrush-themed, but then halfway through scribbling i was like "oh shit. there are only so many ways to draw a paintbrush-wizard-staff and Weevmo already hit it out of the park." so if you're seeing similarities! you're right! i tried to make it as different as i could! there is Inspiration from their marvelous design, however accidental or subconscious! Apologies!

he gets a pointed hood instead of a hat because a) it looks great on him! and b) it has less of a chance of messing up his hair! also c) it helps muddle the difference between Wizard and Warlock. typically hoods have evil/duplicitous connotation - blur the lines! i want his long gloves and forearm wraps to have the same vibe. his neckerchief is a big help in hiding Home's seal!

his layered (loosely apple-themed) capelet (which the hood is attached to) has a nice high collar & hides the details of his loose shirt - eye embroidery! and some flowers on the shoulders but yk, mostly eyes. on one side of the shirt buttons has open eyes, the other side they're closed! there's also one big eye on his back!

his belt buckle is two halves of an apple! he wears tall thigh-high boots w/ low heels to feel Taller! he has a book-holster hooked to the back of his belt, which holds his grimoire! and he has a lil thigh-bag that has been magicked to be Bottomless and warps size! he can fit pretty much anything in there! canvases! paint! apples!

his half-skirt thing (idk what the word for it is!) is really plush, like a quilt - his capelet is the same fabric. soft, cozy. sometimes he'll use the skirt thing as a blanket in a pinch, or as a picnic placemat!

is his outfit a little Complicated? is it annoying to replicate? yes and yes. but im a maximalist at heart and Nothing But The Best for the blorbo <3 layers my beloved <3

[shikariiin]

Arise from the ashes.

Based on The fallen angel painting

Close up

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 70

Jaskier is the worst roommate Geralt could ever ask for. He comes home at odd hours of the night, constantly makes noise and chatter, and he brings home random strangers almost every damn night. It'll be three in the morning when Jaskier stumbles in, drunk off his ass, heeled shoes loudly clicking against their floor as he meanders about, squinting and knocking things over. At least he has the decency to mumble "Sorry" every time he breaks something, but is he apologizing to Geralt, or apologizing to the damn mop? He talks to himself, he sings to himself, he sings as a hobby, he sings as a job, he plays his lute/guitar loudly all throughout the day and night, he even talks in his damn sleep. Constant humming, singing, talking, muttering, whispering. Hookups and flings and fuckbuddies galore, both women and men. Not that Geralt cares, it was just something he observed. They'd steal his food, or use up the shower when Geralt was meant to be getting ready for work, or they'd leave and keep the door unlocked. The worst was when Jaskier's bachelor of the night mistook Geralt's bedroom for Jaskier's bedroom and very happily cozied up and went to sleep in Geralt's bed. Naked. Geralt didn't even care if he was high, drunk, or just dumb, he threw him out all the same. When Geralt's girlfriend, Yennefer, breaks up with him, he is comforted by Jaskier of all people. Coming home tipsy and without a shirt, and yet still sitting down next to Geralt and giving him a thoughtful, long, deep pep-talk. Maybe he isn't all bad, after all. Geralt is the worst roommate Jaskier could ever ask for. Don't get Jaskier wrong, Geralt is unbelievably easy on the eyes, but that's pretty much all he has. Geralt always looms silently in the dark, offers brutal remarks at best and grunts at worst, and for some reason always has a little blood on him. It'll be three in the morning when Jaskier stumbles in, drunk off his ass, and Geralt will just walk out of the shadows with an insanely deep "Did you remember to lock the door?", scaring the bleeding daylights out of him! He walks quieter than a damn cat! He should wear a bell like one! Fuck's sakes! Geralt's ~lovely~ comments are always harsh but sadly never truly unprompted. Jaskier will get stuck on a line and ask aloud for help, momentarily forgetting his only recent company has been Geralt, and Geralt will sometimes oblige him with an answer, such as "Can you shut up for five minutes?" "It's too late for this shit." "I hate it." So on and so forth. Jaskier learns to stop asking... Mostly. Jaskier went to shave one time, and found blood in the sink. He looked over at Geralt and asked him if he had cut himself shaving. Geralt said no. Jaskier REASONABLY asked why there had been blood in the sink, and got the answer "Work." WORK?????? "And your job is what?! BLEEDING INTO SINKS!?" and yet Geralt was already walking out the door. But then one night he comes home, to find Geralt waiting for him - Silently, alone in the dark, just sat there. Like always. Weirdo. - demanding his half of the rent. Fuck. Fuck, Jaskier completely forgot- Jaskier starts panicking. He explains how he doesn't have the money, that some of his latest gigs have backed out on him or refused him pay for bullshit reasons and he didn't earn as much as he expected to, and begs to not be kicked out. He's surprised when Geralt calms him down from his spiral, and tells him to take a deep breath and wash away his tears - Shit, when did he start crying? - He comes back and Geralt sits him down and explains he'll cover the entire rent this month, his work had gone extra well recently. He knows what it's like for people to pull out pay or suddenly ignore your deal, and won't hold it against Jaskier, but expects him to be able to pay next time. Jaskier is so overjoyed he hugs Geralt. And Geralt lets him. Maybe he isn't all bad, after all.