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Mafin | Trailer AU

#mafin #marta x fina #marta y fina #marta de la reina #fina valero #sueños de libertad #suenos de libertad #my edits #trailer au #marta belmonte #alba brunet #wlw #Youtube

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joltning · 5 months

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i know this au is so mid but idc

#rvb #red vs blue #lavernius tucker #rvb tucker #tucker rvb #rvb caboose #caboose rvb #i should really rewrite it someday #trailer au #art

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bluegiragi · 8 months

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bag of tricks

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wynnyfryd · 6 months

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Trailer Park Steve AU part 4

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

September

He doesn’t talk to the Munsons much. (Doesn’t talk to anyone, really, aside from his mom and Robin and that one older woman who keeps renting and returning Gone With The Wind as an excuse to leave her house.) He keeps his head down and his nose clean, doesn’t care to make friends with the neighbors; just wants to get by.

One day Eddie approaches their door, waving a gas bill that got mixed up in their mail, and Steve greets him pleasantly enough.

“Stab anyone today?”

“Eat glass, Harrington.”

So it goes.

Steve watches the world pass and the weather turn, lets the hours bleed into weeks and squeezes his eyes shut against the flashbacks when they threaten to overwhelm.

Things with his mom are weird.

They don’t really speak, preferring to shrug their way past each other with careful, tight-lipped nods, and his mom takes these pills the doctor gave her that keep her perfectly pleasant and calm. Silent. Physically present but not really here.

And he can’t imagine how it feels to be her: Florence Harrington, ripped from the comforts of the upper crust and left to rot in a tin can seven miles across town. She spends most of her time letting out weary little sighs as she swans from room to room, drifting like a shade on the banks of the River Styx. (He can make that reference now because Robin won’t shut up about mythology. “It’s so gay, Steve. The Greeks were literally so gay.”)

Anyway.

Shit’s weird with the kids, too. He still drives them around — lets them loiter at Family Video when it’s slow; hangs around when they need a ride to the arcade or the movies or the skating rink; and he’s still on the hook for ‘ice cream. for. life,’ so…

It’s just not the same.

Like. Not to be dramatic, but who the fuck is Steve Harrington without the house and the pool and the free-for-all fridge? Just some kid with a car and a bat and a punchable face. And he can barely afford to keep the car now, anyway, so pretty soon they won’t need him for that, either. They’ll learn to drive; they’ll get their own jobs. Maybe Lucas builds enough muscle to take over as the party tank.

Maybe it’s better if he shelfs himself now before they realize he’s become obsolete.

“Oh, my god, you’re being pathetic,” he groans to himself. His voice is muffled where he’s lying face down on the couch. Ridiculous behavior, because everything is fine; Steve is fine. In the grand scheme of things where there are monsters and melted corpses and all kinds of crazy, horrible shit?

Yeah.

He’s being obnoxious. It’s a lovely sunny Saturday afternoon with just the right Autumn breeze going — gentle but cool; long sleeve polo weather; his favorite kind — and he’s sitting inside throwing himself a pity party.

Fucking absurd.

…Five more minutes.

Just five more minutes, then he’s getting off this couch.

He gets to a minute and a half when he hears the crunch of tires against the gravel, the clanging of a little bell from the handlebar of a bike, and then:

“STEVE!!!”

And that’ll be Dustin, trying to bang the door off the hinges and piss off the whole park at the same time. Kid’s nothing if not a multitasker. Steve lets another aggrieved groan loose into the couch cushion.

His mom’s out with the car; the lights are all off. Maybe he can just play dead ‘til Dustin leaves? He loves the kid, he really does, but his left ear is full of static, and he just wants to fucking sleep. Or sulk. Or both.

“STEVEN CHRISTOPHER, I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE.”

Jeeeeesus Christ. “Okay, chill,” Steve grumbles as he hauls himself upright and throws open the front door. His limbs feel like lead; there’s drool on his chin. “Wake the whole goddamn neighborhood, why don’t you?”

“It’s two in the afternoon.”

“Yeah, and half the people here work nights.”

“Oh-kayy,” Dustin drags out the word, “but you don’t.”

Ugh. Whatever. He’s not gonna be shamed by a toothless teenager for his depressing loser tendencies. “Did you need something?”

Steve scratches at his belly hair through his shirt, feels a muscle twinge in his shoulder and send a spark of nerve pain skittering up to the base of his skull.

Dustin either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care that Steve’s body is falling apart where he stands, because he just rolls his eyes and says, “Uh, yeah. I need to know why you’re avoiding everyone? Mom’s tried to invite you to dinner six times now.”

“I was working.”

“All six times?” Dustin glares. Steve feels a little pinned by it, feels guilt seeping through the cracks as he fidgets with his bad ear. This kid’s gonna be the scariest lawyer some day. “She’s worried.”

Goddammit.

Guilt squeezes hard behind his ribs; he knows Dustin uses his mom as a mouthpiece for the feelings he can’t express. “I’m fine,” he sighs, letting his eyes and voice go soft. “Honest.”

Dustin holds firm, gaze fierce and fists clenched. “Bullshit,” he insists.

“Man, don’t—”

“Bull. Shit.”

Suddenly, their impromptu interrogation gets interrupted by a crashing drum fill, a shriek of electric guitar as Munson’s van squeals into the lot. He’s blasting some melodramatic metal shit about wizards or whatever; Steve doesn’t know. He only knows that the skitter of nerve pain he felt is ramping up to a fullblown migraine now because this guy has to listen to his racket at full fucking volume, apparently, and isn’t this all just “fucking great.”

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part 5

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #trailer park steve au #steve can have a little depression as a treat #robin buckley #dustin henderson #claudia henderson #my writing #my fic

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coryosbaby · 12 days

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18+, MDNI !! ♡

༉‧₊˚. Rafe Cameron x fem! Reader

Thinkin’ of Rafe Cameron + trailer park! Au <3 being his neighbor and also Barry’s younger sister, Rafe always giving you long glances and licking his lips whenever his eyes land on your cute little sundresses or tight jean shorts. Letting you have a smoke break with him because Barry doesn’t allow you to have cigarettes— he holds the lighter up and lights it for you every time. Slipping you a bottle of alcohol, inviting you into his empty trailer and letting you sprawl out on his bed as you pass it back and forth.

“Truth or dare?” He asks, and the game goes on for a good twenty minutes before you answer dare. Rafe’s eyes stare down at your pouty mouth, a small smile on his own as he says, “I dare you to kiss me.”

Your eyes widen, a blush creeping up your neck. A grin spreads out on Rafe’s handsome face, his hand moving up to your cheek. He rubs your lip with his thumb, spreading out the glossy red lipstick you had applied a few hours prior.

“Cmon,” he presses. “‘s part of the game, Kitty cat. Jus’ a little peck.”

You’re blushing still, a little drunk— when he had begun to call you that? Never before now, but you like it— you like it a lot.

You set the bottle of vodka down beside the bed and scoot closer to him. He smells like cologne and soap, and stubble is on his face from a forgotten shave. You look down at his hands, just for a moment. One is on his crotch, a small star tattoo on his middle finger etched in black ink. Your eyes flick back up to his lips, and you lean in.

Your plush lips hit his and it’s like the air in the room shifts. Rafe lets out a relaxed sigh, pretty lashes fluttering shut as he hungrily moves against your mouth. Your fingers card through his messy bangs, pushing them back from his forehead. Heat grows between your legs, a small ache beginning to form when rafe’s hand moves lower and lower until it reaches your hip. He grips the soft skin there, gently squeezing. You let out a whine, little tongue lolling out of your mouth to slip into his own. He groans against you, spreading his legs so you can crawl in between them. He pulls away from the kiss, letting you lean back against his chest. Your lipstick is smeared onto his mouth and the sight makes you dizzy.

“horny, kiddo? I’ve barely touched you.”

You don’t say anything. Letting out a tiny mewl, your hand grasping his and guiding it underneath the hem of your dress. Little pussy so wet and throbbing that rafe can’t help but drool over it :(( his fingers circling your clit through your cotton panties, his other arm wrapping around your throat so he can adjust you just how he likes. Your thighs spread and you lift them up, letting him see the outline of your plump pussy more. His fingers slide underneath your panties, finally coming into contact with your aching sex.

“Shit, such a wet little pussy..” and then, slipping a finger inside your hole, “and so tight, momma. You a virgin?”

You nod, a pout on your lips. He grins, slowly massaging your walls with the pad of his middle finger.

“Baby’s never had her kitty cat touched, huh?”

“Rafe..” you mewl, and he tsks.

“Don’t think that’s what you wanna be callin’ me,” his movements speed up, your eyes beginning to roll as he squeezes in his ring finger alongside the other. “Daddy might be a better fit, yeah?”

A gasp tumbles out of your throat, thighs shaking.

“Yes,” It’s an instant reply. “Yes, yes, daddy. Please..”

He chuckles at your eagerness, pressing a kiss into your hair.

“Good girl. Pull those panties to the side, baby, let me see.”

You can’t disobey him, and so your fingers hook into the crotch of your gingham cotton panties and you slide the fabric to the side. Your cunt glistens with sweet slick, swollen clit poking out due to your arousal.

“Oh,” Rafe breathes, almost in a trance. “Such a pretty girl..”

He rubs against that spongey spot inside you— or, more so, stabs that spongey spot inside of you, his fingers scissoring apart your achy cunt ‘n making it burn while also giving you the most delicious friction. It’s fast, a little animalistic, and you love it. Sobs tear through your throat, the only form of purchase for your hands being Rafe’s big, muscled thighs, your head sinking deeper and deeper into his shoulder with every course of pleasure. A third finger makes its way inside your cunt, your eyes widening as big as saucers. Rafe’s got a smile on his face and a glint in his eyes.

“We’re gonna stretch you nice ‘n good, kitty cat,” and then, watching your slick drip and your hole widen for him, “That’s it, look at daddy fingerin’ this little slut cunt open. We’re gonna have some fun tonight, aren’t we, baby?”

@mysticpenguincreation @nightmare-niko @iheartinkonpaper @claireyberryy @becauseseaotters @emmalandry @princesstiti14 @aerangi @kaithoughs @jamespotterismydaddy @wildgirllz

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ink-inmersion-au · 1 year

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Hi hello I come here to bring you a Porter design for this au yes, he has hooves

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foxprism · 2 months

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Hello gamers, finally posting again after three months lmao. Had another art block again and several bigger assignments for uni to do, what's new. But here's a new Steddie piece :>. Drew this for a fanfic of one of my favorite ao3 authors + tumblr mutual @wynnyfryd called "i don't know, you figure it out", which you can find on here under the tag #trailer park steve au and on ao3 (It's so good, if you like steddie you gotta read it)! Had a lot of fun planning Ed's tattoos here heh

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fuckmyskywalker · 6 months

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Illusions — Trailer Trash!Anakin

— CW: 18+. Smut. Sexist remarks. Age gap (Anakin is on his 40s, reader is around 24-26). Slight manipulation. PiV. Creampie. Anakin loves to play reader dumb. | Word count: 1.4 (not proofread!)

— a/n: This is my part on the wonderful AU @lovelybucky1 and I talked about and that we are so involved with. Please read Artemis part before mine since it will give you context for this part! I love you my darling, you are my soulmate.

— Trailer Trash!Anakin part I

Waking up next to an empty bed isn't a bad thing when you are wearing Anakin’s oil stained shirt and being held by the warmth of the ghost of his presence next to you. Assuming he is off to work you decide to stay in bed a little longer, hugging his pillow and drowning yourself in the nauseous scent of his perfume and cigarettes.

The front door opens and you rise from bed with a small smile adorning your sleepy expression. The way your heart jolts when Anakin is back home has no comparison… and you love to make him feel taken care of. Making breakfast for him, watching him drink his morning coffee and getting fucked against the small kitchen counter makes your heart flutter— fulfilling his not-so-secret fantasy of having a throphy wife that will attend his needs, unlike his ex wife who wouldn't put up with his shit.

You swing the door open, expecting to see Anakin standing in the tiny hallway that leads to the bathroom and the single bedroom— only to find another woman staring at you with clear disgust. She is holding an empty laundry basket in her hand and a judgemental look in her dark eyes. Something about her expression is creepily similar to Anakin’s, but at the same time abysmally different.

«It's his daughter» You think, feeling your soul leave your body for a second. The way she stares down at you makes you feel as if you were naked under her gaze, completely vulnerable and viewed as nothing more than a common whore.

A few more footsteps caught your attention and two more people entered the trailer. A young man and a woman; they shared similar features and their faces share the same eerie aura of Anakin. They have smiles on their faces that melt the second they meet you standing in the hallway. Never in your life have you felt more judged and alone. The younger woman stands behind who you assume is the oldest, holding her arm as the only boy looks at you. He is the one who shares Anakin's expression the most— and it scares the shit out of you.

The entire trailer is thick with tension and an electrifying feeling of loathing— and it is all towards you, because of you.

Just like magic and as if he was your knight in shining armor, Anakin walks in the trailer with a frown. His eyes miss your presence and the way you are silently begging for help to address his children and save you from them.

“You are just like your mother!— always talking bullshit and always—” Anakin stops when he finally spots you, curling his lips to a smile that comforts you. “Oh, dollface.”

He walks past his daughter practically pushing her against the wood wall of the hall to reach you, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you for a kiss. His tongue slides inside your mouth as his large hands reach down to cup your ass and squeeze it. Instead of turning you on, it only worses your embarrassment— how can he be groping you with his children watching?

“Anakin,” You whisper against his lips. “Not here, they are watching us…”

A loud sound makes both of your eyes snap, the laundry basket lands next to his old boots. “Come on, we're leaving.” His daughter says with pure venom, turning around.

Your throat feels dry, but Anakin apparently isn't having it. “Alyssa! Come back here,” He never leaves your side, in fact he squeezes your ass harder, almost with hatred. “Who the fuck is going to do my laundry?”

“Ask your new whore to do it.”

Your body curls in embarrassment, how could she say such things? She doesn't even know you!

Alyssa storms out of the trailer, but the twins seem reluctant to follow her. Anakin kisses you again before turning his attention back to his children. “Don’t listen to your sister, she is just like your mother.”

“Dad.” The younger girl says. “You were supposed to spend the day with us.” Her voice makes your heart ache and you can’t help but feel guilty.

His son doesn't seem to be in the same ride though. He grabs his sister's arm and rolla his green eyes. “Fuck you Dad. Alyssa is right, you will never change,” Something about his voice echoes inside your head, he sounds just like Anakin.”Let’s go Thena.”

“Fuck off then!” Anakin yells as his son slams the trailer door close. Running his hands through his blond locks, the multiple strands of silver shine under the shitty lights of the mobile house. “I don’t need them. Who needs them…” His voice is low, but his face is so close to yours you can hear him and smell the cigarettes he had earlier in his breath. “I only need you, dollface.”

A part of you tries to protest. You don’t agree with him— his children are his after all, but before you can even open your mouth his lips crash against yours, gripping your jaw to force your mouth open and slide his tongue in. The kiss is messy and sloppy and characteristically Anakin. He drags you to the bed and slams the door shut, practically making the whole trailer shake. Anakin pushes you to the bed causing to gasp. Something about him being so aggressive scares you and allures you at the same time. He is quick to peel off his shirt to grope your tits, pinch your nipples and slap the flesh roughly.

“You like that?” He breathes out, rubbing his erection trapped underneath his work overalls. “Of course you do— you just need someone to take care of you.”

He flips you, bringing your ass up in the air and letting his palm smack on the tender flesh. Anakin loves how willing to please him you are, how easy is to get you to do what he wants with empty promises and sweet talk whispered to your ear. He loves how stupid and love deprived you are.

When he finally pushes his cock inside you, your body tenses at the intrusion, moaning and arching your back. Anakin traces the curve of your spine with his index finger, smirking at how soft and youthful your body is. It makes him feel alive. You ignite something inside of him that gives him the strength to fuck you as if he was 20 years all over again. It’s your fourth day spending the night at his place and those illusions of moving in with him, make this shitty, cheap trailer a home, to change him… are only growling stronger.

His thrusts push the air out of your lungs and Anakin is in heaven to feel your pussy just as tight as he did in the morning when he fucked you before leaving for work. “Good girl— such a good pussy, so tight and wet for me.” His balls slap against your clit with every snap of his hips and any neighbors who walks next to his place will hear Anakin’s deep, animalistic groans and your seeet helpess moans, accompanied with the sound of sweaty skin-to-skin.

Throbbing inside you, his hairy thighs quiver with the force of his orgasm, and you find yourself closer as well. “A–Anakin,” You look at him from over your shoulder with glassy eyes that make his dick leak inside you. “Pull out—p–please.”

“I will try okay?” He says and it’s enough for you. “Your pussy just feels so good.” The praise makes you whine, maybe, maybe it’s okay if he does it one time…

But he doesn't because he knows that if he apologizes you will forgive him. He knows that if he brings you a pink pill your stupid mind will think it's a plan-b when in reality is a kid’s supplement. So when Anakin fill you up with his sticky heavy load deep inside your womb, while the back of his head wishes you end up pregnant so he can at least make up for his mistakes with a new child. He still fucks you until you come because he wouldn't waste that emotional rollercoaster that orgasms provide you with.

Anakin holds you, kissing your sweaty skin and caressing your shoulders. The room smells like sex, cigarettes and that cheap whiskey he buys at the gas station next to the diner you work at. His softening length rubs between your thighs, as his cum slides down your spent hole and makes a mess on the yellow-ish fitted sheet already covered in various stains—only god knows when was the last time he washed it— and it warms your heart. He is a good man, you know it. Deep down, looking past all his flaws, he is a good man.

You can change him.

#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 anya writes!#trailer trash!anakin #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker smut #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker x reader smut #anakin skywalker imagine #Anakin Skywalker au #anakin skywalker fan fiction

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lovelybucky1 · 6 months

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trailer trash!anakin

this au was a joint effort with my bff @fuckmyskywalker 🫶🫶🫶

warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, alcohol consumption, smoking, mentions of drug use, age gaps, unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy, anakin is objectively a bad person in this, 18+ minors DNI

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Anakin and Padme divorced many years ago because he was a deadbeat father, an alcoholic, and she suspected him of an affair. Little did she know, it wasn't just one affair.

Anakin has three kids who are now all adults. He has an older daughter who's just like her mother and has no patience for her dad's bullshit, and a set of twins, a boy and a girl. His son has his temper, much to his mother's dismay, and his younger daughter is his little princess.

Padme and the kids stayed in the house, so he had to move to a trailer park across town. Padme always did all of the housework, which was part of the reason for the divorce, so Anakin's place is always a wreck.

There's beer cans and cigarette butts everywhere, laundry on the floor, dishes piled in the sink, playing cards scattered around. They're not all his, some of the mess can be attributed to his buddies he invites over on the weekends, but either way, he makes no effort to clean it up.

Since his wife, Anakin hasn't dated. He's brought home plenty of girls, all significantly younger than he is. Any time he's asked about it, he explains that he just prefers younger girls. He and Padme were only 19 when they got together, so he's used to being with a younger woman.

Anakin is in his forties now, but he doesn't act his age. He has a job at the mechanic's shop and he does what minimal dad duties are required of him, though now that his kids are adults, he isn't needed as much. In his free time, he gets drunk and high with his friends, goes to strip clubs, and gambles his money away.

You're a waitress at the diner near the trailer park. Anakin is a regular, though your coworkers told you he only comes in when you're working. He usually orders a cup of coffee and sits at the counter where he can flirt with you every time you walk by.

He's told you a lot about himself; you know what kind of guy he is. Borderline alcoholic, irresponsible, unfaithful. Maybe you should've listened to your parents when they told you to stay away from older guys because you've found yourself charmed by him.

Anakin showers you in compliments, especially when you wear your hair in pigtails. He tips generously even though you know he doesn't have much extra money to spare. He asks about your day and he really seems like he cares.

He knows you don't have a car and one day, when your shift was about to end, he offered you a ride home. You agreed like the naïve little thing you are and got into the passenger seat of his shitbox car. He asked if you wanted to stop at his place for a bit before he took you home. Said he had beer and he could scrape together something a bit sweeter for you if you'd prefer.

The two of you flipped through the stations on his TV until you found something good, but you didn't get to watch it for long. After the second commercial break, Anakin pulled you into his lap and grabbed at your ass greedily. You giggled and slapped at his chest playfully, and though he returned your smile, you could see the hunger in his eyes.

Anakin told you he's been obsessed with you since he first saw you. Said you're the prettiest thing he's ever laid eyes on. Said you make him feel young again. That's the kind of sweet talk that gets him all the girls that don't know better.

He drags you to the bedroom and he kisses you dizzy so you don't notice how the fitted sheet is pulled up over the corner of the mattress or the Baywatch poster on the wall. He gets on his back and sits you on top of him, ever the lazy bastard. He wants you to put on a show for him to watch eagerly like you're his personal porn star.

Your tight cunt grips him perfectly and your tits bouncing in his face mesmerize him. He loves how you're so eager to give yourself up to him. Loves that you're inexperienced enough that every tough feels electric. Loves that you're dumb enough that his promise to pull out is enough.

When you're finished, he holds you in his arms against his bare chest while he smokes. When he looks in your eyes, he knows he has you. You're gonna move in and make this place a home, you'll get pregnant and he'll promise to marry you once he has enough money for a ring. Maybe this time he'll stick around, but Anakin's never been good at breaking cycles.

#anakin #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin skywalker fanfic #anakin skywalker smut #trailer trash!anakin #anakin au #anakin skywalker au #star wars #star wars smut #star wars au #star wars fanfiction

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wjbs-bonkle-au · 2 months

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AUs in most fandoms: "What if everyone swapped?" "What if everyone's morality was switched?" "What if these superpowered protagonists were normal people working in a coffee shop?" AUs in the Bionicle fandom: "What if the main species swapped with the surprisingly in-depth evil crocodile people?" "What if various characters re-enacted the plots of superhero movie trailers?" "What if the superpowered protagonists of, like, two thirds of the story were teachers in a vaguely-Canadian school and still had their superpowers?"

#bionicle #alternate universes #the aus (in order) are:#the zyglak universe from my au list #@bioniclechicken's trailer-redraw comics (especially the suicide squad ones)#and knps (kini nui public school) by @magicalgirlmascot

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joltning · 7 months

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rvb aus

when I said I had a lot brewing I meant a LOT brewing…! god I need motivation

I’ll be splitting these into 3 sections: one offs/fic ideas, less expanded on ideas, and then my main aus/ones I have more ideas on

one offs/jokey aus/fic ideas:

feel free to take these ideas as your own, im not too attached to them

• grimmons fic where kai lives on iris and simmons is super nervous around her. grif thinks it’s because he has a crush on her but actually it’s because she keeps teasing him about his crush on grif

• teen beach rvb au. think about it man.

• au where lopez and felix betray locus before he can betray felix. and they kiss or something I don’t know

• freelancer donut au…!!! one of my firsts. not very good. has no substance. but it exists. tex donut beef goes CRAZY

• trivia murder party rvb au. i have no clue what this would entail

• slipspace (the grifball miniseries guys) team up with fh57 from s14. this was before I learned that fh57 was just funhouse. womp womp

• shis tril writer mentions that locus now “owns a food truck on Fiji” or something. someone write that Please im begging

• fast food au focusing on the lieutenants. + Frank from s15. i know him and bitters gonna be oomfs or whatever

• au where church stays in the s3 time loop and experiences generation loss, feeding bits of himself into the other soldiers in order to save them

• au where the s5 ending where they all die is canon and they all go to hell

less expanded ideas

• so basic but I’m putting it in this tier anyway. A song fic battle of the bands au, but MY WAY…!!!! I have a vision. Don’t know what it is yet but I have it

• campy horror movie rvb au, where they all claim to see different things in the woods, but it turns out literally every single person is the horror. they all embody horror tropes and are, of course, alone in the woods in a summer camp.

• started as an everything everywhere all at once au but turned into something more Evil. Anyway regular domestic au but then the ai from the “alpha universe” jump into people in the main universe when they’re “compatible.” GRIMMONS JUMPSCARE….!!!!! Simmons is gonna be the one to end the world and the ai are either helping or hindering that process. he becomes a literal monster. originally this au was made so I could experiment with purple prose + text art etc but I guess not anymore what the hell

• rvbz au…! Viper and shatter squad are two organizations, viper being a splinter group from the AOD. When they start fighting on chorus, the reds and blues take sides, splitting off into two groups, some staying neutral. both are somewhat regarded as terrorist groups, viper being victims of starlight labs and shatter being a sort of vigilante group that. isn’t very good at it.

• “split ends” au…!! I really hope to bring this one up to the top tier at some point! geotah focus because im ill but it’s mostly balanced as i wanna get all dynamics in. project freelancer, instead of having ai, has units run using a partner. Only one can use it at a time, and the other has to focus on running it, leaving them vulnerable on the battlefield. This goes for enhancements, but it also goes for other things, such as calculations, enemy tracking, etc. they can switch whenever they want. each pair has one unit. god i wish I could write the unseen freelancers because all those silly powers would be chaos. Oh, also, you can steal the armor enhancements like you would ai. Hmm.

more expanded ideas

these are in order from least important to me to most

• trailer au! one of my first aus, and the ONLY au I’ve written a full outline for. (it’s not very good now that I look back on it.) it asks the question: what if the s15 trailer was EXACTLY what it was eluding to? featuring…Frank staying on the film team and making a trio with jax and dylan, insane murder party reds and blues, spencer plot relevance (somewhat) omalley coming back, the reds and blues failing to beat Hargrove, tucker shooting wash, and one armor enhanced, cobalt colored Tucker.

• s15 rewrite au. after disliking the trailer au I made this one! the blues and reds, instead of being mirrors or even reflections of the main cast, is reflections of what they could have become if they hadn’t changed their old ways, if things had gotten worse. this is basically my snider cut i reorder a shit ton of things etc. also very important carolina was not there when biff died it was just Tex and she didn’t kill biff, she just refused to help him (that kill goes to our friend loco!) anyway it’s more centric of the idea of comparisons between people who have distinguishing differences. Also kuane exists

• interstate au! honestly I have so little in terms of plot but idea wise I have Everyhting. I cannot stop thinking about it sooo..that’s why it’s so high up. Okay I’ll be real this is honestly like a glorified swap au but it’s MY swap au. Basically everything after s5 (also the miniseries) is noncanon and it diverges from there. ft…wash getting sigmapilled by eta, red team maine, red and blue road trip, the quest to find kai (she’s kissing women) and the run from DEAD CAROLINA..!! DEAD..!! oh and church and tex are literally just ghosts. Instead of the director trying to bring back allison and fragmenting one full ai into attributes, he is trying to pair FULL AI with freelancers in an attempt to boil them down to one trait, to harvest them and combine them into a Super Dead Daughter Carolina. wash and eta, or Data (see what I did there) are the collectors which is why they’re the main antags or whatever

• TRIPLETS TRILOGY. OHHHH MY GOOODDDD. I can’t say much because I intend to actually show this one to the world, but WOW. love this one. Basically, the triplets and sherry’s squad are alive. After an alien crash lands on their planet years later, they’re left to explore and find out what they’ve missed while they were gone. It’s split into 3 ‘seasons,’ (with one scrapped mini series), takes place during the recollections, and is looking to be way shorter than I intended it to be, but oh well. It’s where my obsession with the green guy and the white fuck and sherryvera insanity comes from. why did I have to fixate on these random ass mfers what the hell. It’s canon plausible….!! It would never happen!!! But it could!!

now the rant’s done, here’s some older images. oh god ray’s hair is So wrong

#rvb #red vs blue #rvb au #horror au #shatter au #split ends au #trailer au #s15 rewrite au #interstate au #tts au #crackheart au #txt #doodles

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wynnyfryd · 6 months

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Trailer Park Steve AU

part 1

“Are you lost?” Munson frowns, propping his shoulder against the door frame and crossing his arms over his chest. His rings glint against his jacket sleeve; he’s got new tattoos on his fingers.

Steve’s head fills with static fuzz for a second, and he stares like a mouth-breathing idiot before helpfully answering: “Um.”

“…Right. Well, this has been weird as shit, man, but, uh— pharmacy’s closed until my uncle leaves at sundown, so…” He lifts his hand to make a shooing motion, then pauses, assessing Steve with narrowed eyes. “What are you all dressed up like a good little school boy for, anyway? Didn’t you graduate last year?”

Oh, okay. Wow. (Like, yeah, he does kinda look like some goody two-shoes freshman with Robin’s forgotten backpack hiked up way too high under his armpits, but also fuck you, dude.) Steve squares his shoulders, plasters a falsely polite smile on his face and cocks his head to the side, all innocent, like he doesn’t know, like he’s just asking, man. “Sure did. Weren’t you supposed to do that, too?”

Munson glares at him like he’s imagining doing to him what Misty did to the rat. “I really don’t want to fight this early in the morning, man.”

“I’d love to see you try,” Steve snorts. “What, Munson? You gonna beat my ass? Think you can take me? Go ahead.”

He doesn’t know why he’s egging on a fight, but he’s suddenly itching for one. Feels the urge bubbling up beneath the surface. Hot under the collar. Probably this is the part where Tommy would hold him back and tell him it isn’t worth it, man, come on, but Tommy’s not around anymore.

A lot of people aren’t around anymore.

Nobody fights for fallen kings.

So Steve bows up with a sneer and a huff, and Munson does the same, and that’s… concerning. It gets a hell of a lot more concerning when he flashes a menacing grin and claps a hand to Steve’s shoulder; gets right up in his face, nose to nose, breath sharp with spearmint to cover the scent of weed.

From Wayne’s point of view they might almost look like friends.

Steve barely hears the thwck slice past his bad ear before he feels the cold press of a blade against his throat. Pocket knife, unpocketed. Munson’s smile widens, and Steve swallows hard, feels his pulse jump against the blade, the blood rushing to his cheeks. It shouldn’t be hot. (And it isn’t, because it shouldn’t be.)

“You want to try that again?”

Munson’s voice is deadly soft, a raspy whisper that makes Steve’s hair stand on end. His eyes are huge and dark. Intense. Kind of endless.

Kind of like Nancy’s when she’s staring down a loaded gun.

Steve blinks and licks the sweat off his upper lip, fingers trembling against frayed denim where he’s got his hands raised in surrender. “We’re c-cool, man. We’re cool. My mistake.”

Munson backs off with a pleased look on his face, snaps the knife shut and tucks it back into his pocket. Soft squeak of worn leather; casual shrug. “Cool. Glad we understand each other.”

Then he scruffs Steve under the chin — patronizing and quick, this humiliating little bullshit maneuver like ‘chin up, Steve-o’ before he hops down the steps and swings himself up into his van. The tires screech in the loose gravel, and Steve just stands there and stares. Gobsmacked. Pissed off.

A little stiff in his jeans.

When he looks down there’s a black cat brushing itself against his sneakers. “Misty?” he asks.

“M’row,” says the cat.

There’s a dead bird at her feet.

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part 3

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #my writing #my fic #trailer park steve au

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eemamminy-art · 9 months

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Dawntrail outfit but with butch meteor ✪ ω ✪

#meteor survivor #dawntrail #ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #lesbian au #genderbend #butch meteor #I took some liberties with the outfit but in my defense it's hard to tell wtf is going on with it in just the teaser trailer #kind of obsessed with drawing these bright blue skies with big fluffy clouds lately too

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isjasz · 1 year

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The brainrot (help me)

There is now Part 2

#accidentally posted this outside of circle on twt so i thought might as well throw this here then KLSAJDKLJA #basically: hc&esmp botw au #grian #goodtimeswithscar #zombiecleo #ldshadowlady #some of these are OLD SKETCHES IM SORRY #this au has been living in my head rent free ever since like the seocnd to last totk trailer #look i make a botw au in legit every fandom im in i do not know why #i will make pearl the literal godess hylia #there is a lot more brainrot but my hand cannot draw fast enough. orz #IS JIMMY A ZORA OR A RITO I HAVE NO IDEA #15 min till totk release WOOOOOO but im only gonna play tmr >:D #these are just self indulgent brainrot doodles i swear HELPPPPP #isdoodles #LoSBotwAU

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eddiesghxst · 10 months

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whenever it rains, it’s ridiculously loud in eddie’s trailer, you could practically sleep outside and get the same experience (aside from getting a little wet, obviously).

eddie, however, because he’s lived there for so long, doesn’t hear a thing. he sleeps like a baby through every single noise you could imagine, not even flinching when a small hail storm blows through. at first you don’t understand, you think eddie’s insane because how could anyone sleep soundly with this much noise going on?

until one night, you’re at your own house tossing and turning in your bed for hours before you give up and drive over to eddie’s because for some fucking reason, you admittedly miss it. you miss the loud pelting of rain and the whistling of the wind with the scraping sound of tree branches against the tin-like roof.

eddie’s mad that you drove in the middle of a storm, but let’s you in either way. you don’t tell him why you came, but eddie seems to understand when you both lay down, tangled in each other and let the loud beating of rain fill out the silence of his room. eddie can physically feel your body relax into his and he immediately knows—- he gets it because he’s the same way. it barely takes 5 minutes before you’re both knocked out and snoring.

eddie definitely teases you about it at the table the next morning, makes a joke that “you should just move in at this rate,” but wayne quickly shuts that down, “save up and move in next door, kids, i don’t need to see anymore than i’ve already seen.”

#all my trailer park girlies know the noise i’m talking abt #sounds like a fucking war #when i was younger i lived in a trailer and storms used to scare the shit out of me bc they were so loud #but sometimes i miss it #it felt like a little cave #i want to be in a little cave in the storm w eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #drabble #eddie x reader #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson au #eddie munson headcanon #eddie x y/n #eddie x gn!reader

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peachmangopie323 · 3 months

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IDOL✪AMY! AU: Vol. 3 TRAILER

Please support the lovely cast!! (on twitter!)

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#idol amy au #animation #trailer #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #amy rose

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