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This week, I'm thanking... @suau-grey!
This AU is an absolutely fascinating take on the idea that gems could be... organic! Instead of silicone based life-forms. It's a very interesting concept with amazing and in-depth worldbuilding for gem biology that you need to check out!
Read it on Tapas or tumblr!
Thank you Grey-AU for your amazing world and the embodiment of the spirits of Alternate Universes!
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auideas · 2 years
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Hello, I want to write a Cyberpunk AU for fanfiction, but I am not sure how to build the world. It is set in the distant future, and the story will probably be set in a large city. I need help with worldbuilding though, as I do not know where to start.
Thank you.
In honor of Stray, fulfilling this request would be an absolute pleasure! Here are some tips for building a cyberpunk world:
Do Your Research: cyberpunk is fairly popular, so in an effort to make your work less repetitive, it would be wise to do your research on all the existing types of cyberpunk and what sets them apart. Find your inspiration in the old so you can create the new, unique, and fascinating!
Identify a Subgenre: apocalyptic, dystopia / utopia, fantasy, horror, nature, sci-fi, etc. There are so many directions you migrate towards in your story, but those are usually dictated in part by the genre. Solidifying a sub-genre for your cyberpunk story will alter the direction it takes while adding depth.
The Future of Capitalism: every cyberpunk story is steeped in new technology that somehow alienates and disenfranchises a group (usually the lower class). In your world, how does that technology create the divide? How does it function? Where did it develop from?
The Victims: every story needs victims, so how did capitalism victimize the lower class (or other group)? Consider how they live, where the live, and what they have access to. Could they use their resources to make their lives better?
Engage with Gray Morality: the cyberpunk genre initially drew inspiration from noire stories about detectives, mysteries, and justice that wasn’t always black and white. Ensure your characters and the decisions they make could be considered a bit closer to gray in terms of morality.
And perhaps the most important, Make It Personal: every story is made better when it draws from the passion of the author, and every author fears, loves, and hates -- use your personal experiences to inspire and build upon what you fear to be a future reality. This will inject realism into your work and, after all, your fears may overlap with those of your audience and make it personal for them too.
Looking for more prompts and tips for writing certain genres? Shoot us a request and we’ll fill it on our next AU Friday!
- Admin M  x
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forthewoolfy · 2 years
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Part 28 for the Grey AU! Comments/Likes/Reblogs are super appreciated!
Well, looks like it’s fighting time!
Part:  1 - 2 -  3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23  - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28
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greykolla-art · 2 months
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Circus devil and a taxidermy deer start a podcast together!
Or: my Hazbin hotel dreamcore au.😂
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hairmetal666 · 3 months
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They start kissing on stage as a joke.
The night before the first time, they're at an afterparty, pounding shots, and Eddie is reading aloud a piece that just came out in Rolling Stone. "'One of the most noteworthy parts of Munson and Harrington's unlikely pairing is their chemistry on stage. It's like these two men--one on his way to being the latest metal god, the other an indie rock wunderkind--are two parts of one musical whole. Their singing, their playing, even their bodies twine and flow with assuredness; where one goes, the other follows without question. They share a single brain-cell and that cell is music'."
Steve giggles, pours some more Grey Goose into the glass. "If they say that now, could you imagine what would happen if we, like, kissed on stage or something."
"What the fuck, Harrington?" Eddie splutters, having just thrown a drink back.
"I don't know, other bands do it!"
Eddie snorts. "I'm cutting you off." He reaches for the bottle and the suggestion is forgotten for wrestling over the liquor.
Steve barely remembers it in the morning. Doesn't think about it at all as he gets ready to go out on stage.
They're playing one of the instrumental breakdowns when it happens. They're leaning into each other, Eddie smiling over his shoulder at him, their eyes locked, bodies moving together. "You wanna?" Eddie mouths at him.
Steve nods before the question actually registers and by then Eddie's warm, soft mouth is against his and he just-- completely forgets what he's doing. His hands still on the guitar strings, and he melts a little, going completely boneless when Eddie grips the back of his head, pulls him deeper into the kiss. t's over almost as quickly as it started, Eddie pulling away and swirling to the mic to start the next verse.
The kiss sinks into Steve's bones, and that's before it becomes a regular feature of their performances. After that night, they're never at the same time during the show, all initiated by Eddie, all over before he can catch his breath; each one chaste and surrounded by people but somehow more intimate than any make out.
He and Eddie, they're friends, bandmates, collaborators. They've known each other since they first started out, forging an immediate connection with they stumbled upon each other hiding out in the garden at some industry bigwig's party. And as much as he loved his friend, never once in that time had Steve considered wanting Eddie.
But now, now he falls asleep with the ghost of Eddie on his lips, goes into each show with a thrum of anticipation, catches himself thinking how beautiful his friend is when he's all rumpled and disheveled from a night in the tour bus bunks.
They've always been easy with physical affection, but once the kissing starts they're constantly in each other's space, idly playing with hair, laying across laps, heads on shoulders, twisting together on the tour bus couch. Steve is ruined with every touch, every moment; he can't get enough.
The first time Eddie uses tongue destroys every last piece of Steve's composure. They've added a new song to the setlist, a remixed version of Eddie's hit "Prince Charming". It's hard, heavy, sexy, one of Steve's favorites. And in the middle of it, right in the middle, Eddie shoves him against a low platform, kisses him like he's trying to own him, tongues twining eager and wet and full of sinful promise. It's like that every show after, Eddie kissing him deep and thorough, like he's trying to lick up every drop of Steve.
He is, unquestionably, fucked. Unquestionably falling. Can't properly fathom how he'd gotten himself here, desperate for Eddie's kiss, as performative as it may be.
They're packing up equipment after a show. Eddie's hair is piled in a messy bun and Steve is trying not to blatantly stare at the curve of his neck, the stray curls against his pale skin. Eddie's gesturing at something, says, "Can you grab those cords, swee--Steve?" He hands them over without thought, notices that Eddie's face is shining red. He's called away to deal with packing the guitars, forgets all about it, but at their next show, Eddie doesn't kiss him.
They don't talk about it.
Eddie doesn't try to kiss him again.
A week after Eddie stops the kiss, they have a night off between shows. He needs to get out of his head, goes out with Robin. He gets back fairly early, but all the lights are off in the bus. It makes him panic in a way it shouldn't; they've always done their own things. Still, he rushes on board, flips on the lights, his absurd heart beating too hard.
Eddie is curled up on the couch, face pressed to the pillows and covered with his hands. The panic kicks up a notch.
"Eddie?" He steps closer, slowly reaching out to grip Eddie's shoulder.
He jerks upright, earbuds slipping free, phone sliding down his hip. "Steve?"
His face is wet, tears actively slipping free from his eyes as Steve watches.
"What happened? Are you hurt?" His hands flutter around Eddie's arms and face, searching for bruises or wounds.
"I'm fine, Harrington," he chokes out. "Though you were out with Robin?"
"Yeah, I was, but Chrissy called. You know how useless she gets. But that doesn't--you--you're crying. What's wrong?"
Eddie's smile is a wobbly little thing, refusing to stick on his face. "Oh, you know, the usual. Fell for the wrong guy."
Steve forces down the gut churning hurt at hearing that Eddie's in love with someone, intent on comforting his friend. He tries to slip his arm around Eddie's shoulders, but Eddie shrugs him off. It jostles Eddie's phone again, slipping it toward Steve and activating the screen. He has a split second where he's looking at the cover of his own first album, before Eddie's snatching it out of reach, scrambling up from the couch.
"I'm fine." He swipes his sleeve over his face. "It's nothing."
And Steve is putting it all together, the being in love and listening to Steve's music, the kissing and how it ended.--
"Eddie." He sounds all wrong, choked and garbled.
Eddie doesn't turn around, is stuffing his feet into his boots. "I'm--I gotta go clear my head."
He walks towards the door and Steve just--"I've been obsessed with you since the first kiss," he says. Eddie stops, hand curled against the door. "We've been friends all this time and I didn't--I never realized. And then we kissed and--it's all I've been able to think about."
Eddie turns then, facing him, expression unreadable."Steve, what are you--"
"I love you. I'm in love with you." It comes out fast, all jumbled, but he can't stand Eddie leaving, not now.
"You--?" Eddie blinks, bites his lip. "That's not possible."
Steve smiles, can't help it. "It is, though. Turns out, I can't get enough."
Their eyes lock; neither speaks. Steve's heart pounds so hard it might spring free of his chest. Eddie moves first, crosses the small distance between them to pull Steve into his arms.
It's not a kiss, but Steve buries his face against Eddie's neck, breathing him in, feeling the echo to the pound of his own heart. "How long?" Steve asks.
Eddie's soft laugh vibrates through him. "Since I saw you walking in that garden and thought, 'jesus christ, Prince Charming is real'."
Steve pulls away to stare at Eddie in disbelief. "But that's--your--the song?"
"They're kinda all about you, Stevie. But that one most of all." Eddie whispers. His eyes glisten.
"Fuck, Eddie." He doesn't mean to whine, but he's not in control of his voice anymore. "I'm sorry I didn't--" He shakes his head. "I'm all yours, Ed. Whatever you want."
Eddie's thumb catches against Steve's bottom lips, eyes transfixed on his mouth. "Everything, sweetheart. I want it all."
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aziraphale-is-a-cat · 7 months
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DPXDC Watch Out, He Bites
Danny did his best to be the best big brother possible, he helped his little brother learn and train to be the best, even if he knew what it meant. He protected Damian through thick and thin, and as he stared down at the corpse of his grandfather's enforcer in the sand he knew he'd just signed his own death warrant.
Danny had seen it coming for a while, even as the oldest son he'd never been what grandfather had expected of him, too soft and moral. He suspected that was why mother had Damian in the first place, to replace him as heir- and he never held it against his little brother. But stepping in the way of Grandfather's punishment for Damian would not go unnoticed, this would be the last way he would protect his little brother for a very long time.
Daniel turned to Damian, tears coming to his eyes as he wipes the blood and viscera off his hands and out from under his nails. "I can't stay." He saw his little brother's hands ball up as he started to shake. "I'm sorry, if you ever need a place to hide, then come find me."
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Years later, Damian struggles to find purpose after the death of his father, and rather than be Robin to Dick's Batman he goes on a cross country road trip to find his big brother who would do anything to protect him.
But when Bruce comes back from being stuck in the time stream, Damian introduces him to his eldest son. They get along fine at first, but then some goon tries to kidnap Damian Wayne for the ransom money, and Danny gets there first.
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dgknightblue · 1 year
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Hi! Sad news. This is discontinued :(
But I will occasionally post doodles on it even after I set it as complete!
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bixels · 6 months
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(Sunset!) Sunset!
Have you always been alone?
(Sunset!) Sunset!
Have you never loved again?
Some design sketches for Sunset, the Witch of Fire, the Flame of the West. A leaf in the wind, she travels from town to town with her trusty steed Shimmer, bringing trouble wherever they go.
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nonomives · 1 year
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I woke up with a vision
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Anyways yeah ive uh sorta havent drawn vampire wally in a while
Gotta get back to my roots lmao
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exo-dus404 · 10 days
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AU Concept Arts.
Moon’s region is featured with the signature blood-red ocean(mostly resulted from iron mine contamination…or is it?), and pale building structures.
Grey Wind’s region is windy and misty all-year-long. The grass appear an eerie shade of pink at night.
NSH’s region is very industrialized and polluted. Valleys and cliff formed from erosion.
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pospoets · 2 months
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Cookie run AU where Pure vanilla kicks Brave down the Silver tree's cracks and then Gingerbrave becomes Shadow Milk's Vessel. I think that's tasty.
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auideas · 2 years
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The thing that does the most good is almost always the more difficult option; if that weren't the case, there would never be a contest between right and wrong.
The Never Book
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forthewoolfy · 2 years
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Part 27 for the Grey AU! Comments/Likes/Reblogs are super appreciated!
The ultimate dragon wasn’t together for long enough... Welcome to the Monochrome World! I have been planning that final panel for several months! Hype! Things are about to go bad!
Part: CP - 1 - 2 -  3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23  - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28
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greykolla-art · 15 days
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May I ask what is your thinking behind the "Dreamcore Au"? I adore your designs.
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Aww thank you!
It’s nothing special really, I was just seeing a lot of people re-designing the characters and felt a lot of it was coming from a place of anger.
Not all of it obviously, but there’s just a lot of bad-faith takes and hate just for the sake of hating.
So I was just finding a way to fuck around with the character design, in a way that didn’t feel like I was trying to create a “better version” of the show.
So: Dreamcore AU! Hazbin hotel is just a weird dream you had! Where a porcelain clown/goat devil was wandering around this weird place. She met a taxidermy deer that wanted to start a podcast with her, but she wasn’t into it. Then he kept following her around and they meet more weird people.
Just fun stuff like that. 😜
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pricklenettle · 7 months
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The fourth and final act of Something Rotten by @wingedflight
Things go absolutely insane out of control this chapter, and the writing goes so good. I had such a hard time picking which scene I wanted to draw, and this chapter gets some of my favorite art of the bunch.
it has been such a delight collaborating with wingedflight this year, her writing is excellent and the hamlet au is genius!! You should definitely give it a try!
the ending is chilling
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expiredfishbuns · 8 months
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broke back butches ???!!?
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