#anyone written that AU yet

[craykaycee]

please please PLEASE tell me about your spiderverse dca self-insert au. i must know about the lil sidekick bots. they sound adorable

OKAYYYYY I'VE BEEN ENABLED LEMME TELL YOU ALL AB THEM!!! *takes out my notes, it's nine and a half pages long*

[[Disclaimer: Most the images are supposed to be side-by-side, but aren't doing that in browsers. I don't know why, I've been trying to fix it and couldn't. Apologies]]

All my notes refer to the main character (my self insert) by name, but I'll be referring to them as "MC" (main character) in this post. The drawings I have feature my sona as MC.

So!! We got the bois! THE BOISS! They're creations of MC, an engineer at FazEnt. They were made after MC got bitten by the spider, them needing assistance in tackling the disappearances of the pizzaplex. Important note: These bots came first. It's not until MC's spider alias (I'll say SpiderMC) became popular in the media that FazEnt tasked MC to make a character based off the popular sidekicks. In basic concept: MC is forced to plagiarize their own bots.

Then, the Fazbear Entertainment Daycare Attendant is created (I tend to refer to them as FazDCA for clarification in notes). With FazDCA being stuck in the plex, they aren't aware that they're plagiarized. MC grows a distaste towards FazDCA, but are aware it's not their fault, so the relationship between the two, creator and creation, has one-sided tension. SpiderMC's sidekicks, the minis, grow jealous of FazDCA upon discovery, thinking MC may prefer FazDCA over them, especially when MC works past their ill feelings and allows themself to grow a kind comradery with FazDCA.

There's a lot of little details I'd rather not go into in a single post, but my favorite thing I've found in my notes is MC having the same silly stupidity as og Spiderman (yanno like in Into the Spiderverse, Miles has that "Who's Miles? (NOT THAT DUMB)" moment?). Here's a fun one, considering the character I've drawn keeps their unique hair loose:

FazDCA: “Wow! Your hair looks familiar!” MC: Covering their head “A-Actually I’m bald” Moment of silence, FazDCA visibly processing Lil Moon is chuckling on MC’s shoulder MC: “I- I mean he’s bald-” flicks off Lil Moon’s hood Lil Moon: “HEY!”

Initial sketches and other doodles under the cut~

I actually initially brainstormed the rules of this universe w/ someone well-versed in Spiderman lore, so they helped me a LOT in figuring out the set up. Then, of course, bringing it up to my friends in this community sparked a WHOLE plot :D

omg I forgot I had notes ab the role of Glamrock Bonnie's AI.... wow :o

#DCA Spiderverse AU #SpiderCray #dca au #fnaf dca #dca fandom #I have yet to make a name other than a mix of ''spider'' and part of my alias ''cray'' xDD sooo that's what it is rn #I have. a whole plot. up to but not yet including the climax #it is. so dramatic guys-- tensions in both relationships and genuine danger are HIGH #heck it turns out I have a whole SCENE basically written for MC's reveal to the pizzaplex bots as SpiderMC #anyone is welcome to draw themself as MC here! I just had specific imagery while making this- so that's why MC is depicted as myself #I'LL STOP RAMBLING NOW- #cray kay art #cray kay sona

[lankylunatic]

What could possibly go wrong when you give a cowboy obsessed plant with an insane IQ access to a workshop and bunch of lost tech? Robo Honse is what happens Brad promptly banned him from being unsupervised in the workshop after this. He's still not sure how the hell Nai made this without anyone finding out

I've decided Redemption AU Nai gets to build a robo horse because the Toma don't like him very much (he doesn't like them either)

#I'm shocked that I've not seen anyone do this yet #if there is more art/fics of Nai making a robo horse give them to me #now #trigun #trigun stampede #nai #nai saverem #nai trigun #millions knives #trigun au #redemption au #good guy Nai #I call him a good guy but like he's just less bad more than anything else #there is so much for this au that I have that's not written down or drawn #it just exists #I should talk about it at some point #the horse needs a name #my art #trigun fanart #knives trigun #Look it's my stupid au and I get to say what happens- so Nai gets a horse!

[femininenachos]

Is lexa as thirsty on first sight as Clarke. And does she do this often with tourists or just Clarke

Previously: Part 1 | Part 2

The music is loud. Pounding, frenetic rhythms mix with traditional instrumentation to create something primal and hedonistic and unlike anything Clarke has ever heard before outside of those weird YouTube clips from the Eurovision Song Contest that Wells subjected her to once.

She’s… kind of vibing with it.

The club itself is small, packed wall to wall with more gorgeous people than should be legal in one place. If she hadn’t already glided straight past the doorman on the way in, Clarke might’ve worried about falling short of the prerequisite high beauty standards that seem to be an unspoken rule for entry here. Everyone looks expensive, like they just stepped off a yacht en route from Cannes or St Tropez. Glamorous and tan and attractively dewy under the shifting lights.

Comparatively, Clarke feels conspicuous in her H&M floral print, conscious of the sheen of perspiration on her skin, of her hair starting to curl and frizz in the humidity when she hasn’t even set foot on the dance floor yet.

Not that Lexa seems to pay any mind to the endless stream of beautiful women that traipse past, locked on as she is on Clarke. It boosts her ego. Makes her forget about the sweat collecting under her boobs and the hair sticking to the back of her neck. With Lexa’s undivided attention on her, Clarke feels like the hottest chick in the entire fucking Med, and that’s the delusional energy she wants to channel right now.

While the rest of their group are somewhere in the midst of the crowd, she and Lexa remain on the periphery, entirely fixated on one another as they sip their rum and cokes. 

It’s impossible to hear herself think, much less carry on a conversation, so Clarke lets her gaze do the talking over the rim of the glass instead, making a slow, deliberate sweep over Lexa’s slim figure and not being shy about it, blatantly staring at those long, long legs for a long, long stretch. Biting her lip at the thought of them wrapped around her waist, or better yet, spread open for her mouth to dive between.

Clarke has to gulp down an involuntary moan and suck harder on her straw to deal with that mental image.

When she forces her eyes back up at last, Lexa’s lips are pulled to one side, like she knows exactly what’s running through Clarke’s mind.

It fuels her impulsive streak, gives her the courage to relieve Lexa of her drink and put both glasses aside. She takes a step forward, seeing the breath Lexa draws in, how she visibly swallows. Dark eyes drift to Clarke’s mouth, then lower. Trailing over her collarbones and the tops of her breasts, down to the twin bumps of her nipples. Clarke allows herself a private smile, flattered by the naked lust in Lexa’s expression. Lips parted and pupils blown wide, almost eclipsing the green of her irises.

Clarke brings her mouth next to Lexa’s ear, and the intoxicating mix of scents—conditioner, perfume, the dusting of light makeup on her skin—are enough to make her light-headed.

“Dance with me?” 

Not waiting for an answer, Clarke retreats and crooks her finger in invitation. Pivots on her heel, trusting that Lexa will follow her into the crush of bodies.

Lexa doesn’t disappoint. 

Within seconds of being absorbed into the crowd, there’s a warm, solid presence at Clarke’s back. Graceful hands find her waist, drag up her sides and skim across her bare shoulders as she starts to move, swivelling her hips to the beat, bass so heavy it feels like the air around them is pulsing. Lexa moves with her. Grasps Clarke by the hips, guiding her into a slow, sensual grind at odds with the tempo. In their own little bubble, they’re oblivious to the heaving mass of sweaty bodies on all sides, too focussed on each other to take notice of anyone else. At least until Clarke spots Octavia giving her an enthusiastic thumbs up despite being draped all over Lincoln less than five feet away.

Soft lips brush the shell of Clarke’s ear and she shivers into the press of Lexa’s hands. 

“Turn around.”

Clarke does, and her breath hitches at the sight of hooded eyes only an inch from her own, jet black and burning with desire. 

A stab of arousal pierces through her. Makes her knees buckle a little, and it’s pure reflex that she grips Lexa’s shoulders to steady herself.

Lexa pulls her closer, hips and thighs bumping. Nothing but a thin slice of muggy air separates their mouths, lidded stares affixed to each other’s lips. Clarke’s fingers slide beneath the thick fall of Lexa’s hair, gripping the slick skin at her nape, feeling the sweat that’s broken out there.

Their noses graze and Clarke inhales sharply in readiness, but Lexa veers to the side to speak directly into her ear.

“Can I kiss you?”

The rush of hot breath over her earlobe sparks another shiver in Clarke, tingles running down her arms. But it’s the question, the pause to seek consent that causes a flood. She clings to Lexa more tightly, using her grip to bring their mouths together in lieu of a verbal response, coaxing Lexa’s open with a lick. Her lips part on a moan that’s more vibration than actual sound, and Clarke doesn’t hesitate to dip her tongue inside.

In a flash, it’s full of searing heat and hunger. 

All the green light Lexa needs for her hands to reach around Clarke’s hips, to roam over her ass and squeeze her through her dress. Sometime between the second and third kiss, when Lexa tips her head the other way and recaptures her lips, a knee pushes between Clarke’s, pushing up and in, and the firm pressure makes her gasp, hips tilting down to meet it of their own volition.

Lexa’s mouth is urgent, sliding along her own, devastating to Clarke’s last two remaining brain cells and her underwear. She’s already soaked and she wonders if Lexa can feel it through the thin barrier of cotton against her bare thigh. 

Clarke groans a little at the thought, fingers twisting in Lexa’s hair. Reclaiming her mouth, angling deeper, and licking into her again. Worth it for the way Lexa’s movement falters and she pulls Clarke harder against the smooth length of taut muscle, fully and unashamedly riding her thigh now. Too far gone to care that she’s seconds away from coming right here in the middle of the floor. Lexa must sense it from the motion of Clarke’s hips, growing faster and more erratic while her nails scratch mindlessly at Lexa’s nape and the kisses turn messier, Clarke’s breathing gone thin and rapid as she pants into Lexa’s open mouth.

So it’s a rude shock when Lexa breaks away all of a sudden.

Being denied so close to the brink, Clarke doesn’t have the presence of mind to contain the growl of frustration that escapes.

She opens her eyes, annoyed and affronted, only to catch the positively feral look on Lexa’s face—like she’s just as close to losing control—and the complaint dies in Clarke’s throat. 

Lexa leans in close then, raising her voice to be heard above the music.

“Not here.” Lips brush against the sensitive shell of Clarke’s ear, and a warm current bolts down her spine and zaps her between the legs. “I want to fuck you where nobody is watching us.”

Her whole body flushes hot at the promise in those words, knees going weak once more, but it also feeds her determination.

She doesn’t think twice about grabbing Lexa by the hand. Clarke pulls her through the crowd and off the dance floor, exchanging a knowing smirk and raised eyebrow with Octavia on the way out, a mutually approving get it, girl that needs no further elaboration.

They exit into the balmy night, past the people milling around outside, smoking and laughing in small groups. Clarke doesn’t let go until they’re some distance away, reaching into her purse with slightly clumsy fingers to fish out her phone and pull up the group chat:

I’m with Lexa DO NOT DISTURB

Followed by a tongue and three water splash emojis, just to hammer the message home, because she will not let ambiguity jeopardise her chances here.

As soon as Clarke’s phone is safely tucked back in her purse (on silent), Lexa turns her around and guides her backwards, pressing her up against the nearest wall. The stone is rough against her skin, but Clarke barely feels it, too attuned to all the places Lexa is touching her.

Hands come to rest on either side of Clarke’s neck, sliding up to curve around her jaw, thumbs tracing over her cheekbones, the confident touch playing havoc with her senses. Those eyes are eating her up, and Clarke can’t seem to draw enough oxygen into her lungs. 

They both tilt in, mouths hovering close but not quite closing the gap. Sweet, rum-tinged breath spilling over their parted lips as they engage in a teasing game of advance and retreat, until at last Clarke loses all patience. She grabs onto Lexa’s waist. Tugs Lexa’s body against her own and kisses her. Hard. Demanding. Enough to raise a low moan that sets every nerve ending alight. 

She runs her tongue over Lexa’s plush bottom lip and pushes inside, and it quickly escalates into the kind of aggressively steamy makeout that even Octavia might consider too risqué for a public place.

Greedy hands slide under Lexa’s sweat-damp shirt to seek the warm, slick skin at the small of her back where the cut-offs hang low. Clarke lets her fingers drag up and down. Uses her nails as a test and relishes the quiet hiss it gets her, the low noise that catches in Lexa’s throat. 

The kiss breaks on a shared, shuddering exhale.

With Lexa’s gaze, dark and heavy with want, zeroed in on her mouth like that, Clarke only feels herself get wetter.

God, if they don’t take this someplace more private soon she might just let Lexa shove her panties aside and have her right here.

She aches at the thought.

But, no. Not even footloose and fancy-free Vacation!Clarke is that girl.

“Taxi? I’m staying in a villa on the other side of the island with my friends.” She lifts an eyebrow, a little more huskiness in her voice when she adds, “I have my own room...”

The invitation is clear: come home with me and finish what you started

#Lexa is very thirsty indeed #vacation au #I’m hoarding asks until they fit with what I’ve written or plan to write #to anyone I haven’t answered yet that’s why sorry! #my fic

[firenaition]

au: surfer katara & volleyball player azula spend the summer training to compete professionally in their respective sports (and are totally not falling in love)

#has anyone written this yet #this is the enemies to lovers trope of my dreams #azutara #azula #princess azula #katara #atla #avatar the last airbender #azutara au #atla au

[triplehearts]

Drawing scarian isn't enough I need to learn how to write them.

#If you're a scarian writer btw just know that I love you I'm SUCH a lurker hajshdkfjsdhkfjhs #I haven't written fiction since middle school I'm JEALOUS #scarian #rambles #i've had this fic idea floating around in my head but it's more of a character/relationship study I'm shocked I haven't seen anyone do yet #unless they have then SHOW ME THE GOODS!! #AUs look fun but I'm not creative enough to think of a plot to one *head in hands*

[bunnyplushy]

i was gonna remake the lil character bio pages for these two but with how long those took, i'm just gonna post the sketched out redesigns instead :') later on i'll draw some fancy art of these two when i get a day off work again

i also slightly altered how they both kinda exist and why ragdoll is considered modern with like, a really basic timeline i made that shows the change and how they technically are different

there is a bit more detail but i kept it simple for now, i may draw how ragdoll basically came to be and how they ended up separated from the show itself with no memory of it vrsiondko

#plushy doodles #oc #original character #self insert oc #welcome home oc #welcome home fan character #welcome home fandom #plushy cottontail #plushy fluff #they both get their own tags since they are technically different from each other and yet at the same time not #i would make a much more in depth timeline of how ragdoll comes to be as a character but it would be so lengthy and hard to fully describe #their backstory would need more of a comic or written story to get more detail in #i did kinda start writing one but scrapped it early on when i didn't have a strong idea on how they actually were made to exist fdsjvroe #i'll make fun art for these two at some point since they are self inserts for me to ship myself with wally #and before anyone asks: ragdoll isn't a reboot au of puppet plushy- i am working on a design for them in that au tho-

[vivi-scera]

was reading a gofushi fic the other day and it was so uncanny like the undercurrent of grooming was there very clearly but the narrative refused to acknowledge it? and even if it did it was guised as something romantic or silly. remember that time i raised you and now your romantic affliction is a reflection of my own tastes? silly of us colleagues on equal footing. and then the scene would just move on as if i hadn't just read a 2 sentence horror story. as if the grooming was a mundane part of the backstory/meet-cute as relevant as idk hair color. which is kind of slay actually. schrodinger's grooming up in here

#don't ask me for the sauce i was reading in incognito because i thought it wouldn't be a good fic #however it surprisingly was well written #but now i can't remember the title and i used a bunch of extremely specific yet random filters to find what i wanted #then read a modern au from the same author where gojo was still a teacher & megumi very seriously asked him whether he fucked his students #not because he thought it was an ethical issue he was just jealous/insecure i think? again minute slay #anyway to which gojo replied no never! but my tastes do run a bit younger :) moving on #like!!! is anyone seeing this?? much like reading the actual manga #this is a configuration i like to believe d/estiel writers have to work with #like how do you romanticize the horrors while ignoring them while also depicting characters accurate to canon shaped by said horrors

[dante-winning-archive]

Something I've wondered: what if V found the Sparda and brought it to Nero? What do you think would have happened? Would Nero have gotten a power boost from it?

#archivist post #has anyone written this au yet? #devil may cry

[namor-shuri]

Harping back to the multiverse Nashuri post I made earlier, one of my headcanon universe concepts follows this type of revenge movie plot above:

The protagonist is forced into isolating circumstances because of a third party/antagonist, where they then go on a calculated killing spree in hopes of reuniting with their love/home/etc. [whom they question is still alive or not]. They are willing to do any and everything to find them and although things look bleak along their arduous path, the memory of what’s dear to their heart fans the flame to their relentless and vengeful existence.

I can see both Namor and Shuri being in this predicament in pursuit of the other, but I’m leaning towards Namor to carry out the job. I just know he wouldn’t hold back. Nothing else would matter anymore. Revenge would be all consuming. Bonus if he confided in Attuma and Namora, and they were willing to help risk their lives on his quest to find and retrieve the Princess. His Shuri.

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#I love a bit of angst sometimes lmao #I have an 8th house Stellium what more do you expect from me 🥲 #has anyone written this yet bc please do if not #nashuri #namor #shuri #namor x shuri #namora #attuma #talokan trio #multiverse #headcanon #modern au #bpwf #tenoch huerta #letitia wright #mabel cadena #alex livinalli #seaprincess #enemies to lovers

[lavampira]

my homeland is in your eyes, my duty on your lips. ask anything of me, except to leave you.

#for anyone new here. this is part of the bodyguard au that happens instead of ARR. sort of. i haven’t fully written it yet tho #anyway i love them i’m obsessed with them goodbye #dani plays ffxiv #game: ffxiv #oc: d'alia liveq #ch: minfilia warde #alia/minfilia #lady's knight au #ffxiv gpose #gposers #wolfilia #wol x minfilia

[sindysugar]

I gotchu @catsafarithewriter !

The Cat Returns Coffee Shop AU ✨

#because dude is just Baron with his bureau being a coffee shop #The Cat Returns #I Am a Cat Barista #manga #lmao #in all seriousness #i don't think anyone has written a tcr coffee shop au yet #and if they had it's buried deep 🥴 #i just remember someone drawing the au though #i think it was lin-iva #but anyway... #highly recommend this read to any tcr fans #makes me also think of #The Masterful Cat Is Depressed Again Today #but with Haru and Muta being roommates XD

[aquilamage]

totk: oh yeah this person over here’s our resident plant expert

me: oh no

#I've already not written the botw au! I told myself we weren't going to do this! and yet!!! #before this the totk storyline (the very little beginning i've seen) didn't have anything that made continuing the au into it compelling #not to mention the differences in plot. but of course they had to do this to me #I couldn't just think about this one on its own with the floating islands giving me Thougths noooo #it's fine guess this'll just evolve into Wadda Hell Lets Shove Three Vaatis In This Hyrule. That's Fine #an aquila original #I don't even know if there's anyone here reading my posts who will understand this anymore. and yet i stay posting about it

[cookinguptales]

For fanfiction tropes, fake dating and soulmate AUs

I'd give those an A! I think I'd be very hypocritical if I said otherwise considering how often I've written them.

That said, I feel like I only like soulmate AUs if there's a reason for them to believe that something's gone wrong and they don't have have a soulmate. It's my favorite angst to write. I've done it a bunch of different ways... their soulmate has a name that doesn't fit the necessary naming scheme, their soulmate is an alien, their soulmate is undead... I just love the angst of a character believing that either their soulmate is dead or that they're so fucked up that they don't have one... only for them to find out surprise!! joke's on you, you're loved as hell!

And fake dating is just always fun. Like the possibilities for UST are just limitless. And the internal angst, too! It's super fun to write and to read.

#I'd go so far as to say some of my favorite things I've ever written have been fake dating or soulmate AUs #I think my favorite fake dating fic was Sway #my favorite soulmate AU was... written under a different pseud lmao #if anyone guesses it I'll tell them but it was written during a period where I wrote under different pseuds a lot #I'd recently given up my main pseud and I hadn't really decided on a new one yet #replies #memes

[spoopy-moose]

Please how has no one written an assassin au for pathologic yet?

#like three killers (healers) one target 12 days to complete the job #they even have their assassin nicknames written for them #THEY EVEN WOULD HAVE A WEAPON OF CHOICE OH MY GOD #literally is perfect for an assassins au #I apologise if anyone has already written one I just have not seen it yet #pathologic #daniil dankovsky #artemy burakh #clara the changeling

[izzy-b-hands]

On a random fic related side note, just saw I'm at nearly 80 fics written for our flag, and can only think to myself

'wow bud, you had like. over 100 for the Pacific probably even faster than this. You've really lost steam, huh?'

and like. Brain. could we just enjoy the number go up, even if number go up SLOWLY

#text post #i probably need to shower and try to sleep and not keep writing but like #my Emotions are very Much right now and they're waiting for me for when I try to sleep #but if I keep writing then i just randomly break into slightly confused tears and can keep going #aka god sorry izzy for any new our flag stuff i might write tonight bc he almost always gets to thru a new trauma #based on whatever im currently working thru or struggling with #him or stede god sorry to both of them i'll do my best to like. fuck push myself to write a cute fic #some of these are halloween leaning prompts like. I haven't written anyone taking the bonnet kids trick or treating yet #yes i know it's an almost entirely american thing and isn't realistic but like. how else am i putting these pirates #in a modern au with dorky current costumes like. jack alone is a beautiful font of opportunities with that #inflatable dinosaur suit? he has four including one handmade #tacky sex pun costumes? he has an entire plastic tub full of them #...brain really wants the number to keep go up i need to write PARDON ME

[emostedebonnet]

The past few weeks...have been the time of my life, and I owe it all to you, mate

#Has anyone written this au yet? #ofmd #our flag means death #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #stede x ed #stede bonnet #my art #ofmd fanart #edward teach #stede x blackbeard #stede x edward #Dirty dancing