#for short

[amielot]

Jailbreak!

+ some progress sketches, song vibes x

#horse girl au #jailbreak #pew pew!! #dreamling #the sandman #hob gadling #dream of the endless #centaur!dream #the art tag #releasing a manticore during a circus performance for gay reasons #yes YES the manticore is out! #manticorinthian #hehe manticori #for short

[praxieserver]

magical girl guy kyle au outfit

he's friends with one of the yaoi girls in the au bc she found out he was a magical girl and keeps following him around during his fights. she noticed he didn't have a uniform so she designed the one for him. the transformation isn't necessarily for the outfit but more for enhanced bodily capacity and stuff. they can choose whatever outfit they wanna transform into or whatever and therefore whatever gay outfit and gay transformation sequence he's goin thru always remember he did that to himself

@spacedstyle not a long post like i planned bc i decided to just reveal the magical girl au bit by bit </3 but since u asked to b tagged here's magical girl guy kyle!!

#myart #south park #south park fanart #magical girl guy kyle au #or #mggk au #for short #south park art #sp fanart #fanart #sp kyle #sp kyle broflovski #south park kyle #south park kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski #kyle brovlofski #comic coming soon.

[saltyfryz]

Just some doodles of a self indulgent au I created (⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)

#my art #basically its an au were horror paps and me are together and our children are Dream and Nightmare #i call it #“Our lives as the parents of two celestial skeletons” #or #LATPOT #for short #sum of these r outta context #undertale au #horror papyrus #horror sans #killer sans #dust sans #dust papyrus #passive nightmare sans #dream sans #self indulgent

[gorehoundclown]

"But 'sorry' is where it starts."

#hazbin hotel spoilers #sir pentious #charlie morningstar #charlie #i have no idea what this ship name is so #charpentious #charpent #for short #who knows man #hazbin hotel #my art

[its-paperd]

so as yall know, when i get inspired by aus i REALLY like, i tend to uhhhhh STEAL it :)) /J /J /J

sO

i got inspired by my good friend @unknownarmageddon 's apocalyptic kross au and thought " .... what if i make.... MY GAYS too..... " so i picked errordream because. yes

this was the whole page of my book btw :))

#✨scribbled paper'd #apocalyptic insomnia au #do i call this torn memo au? no :)) #i shall dub thee #apocalyptic au paperd's version #because yes lmao :) #aapv #for short #aapv error #aapv dream #errordream #insomnia ship #error x dream #error sans #dream sans

[spiremint]

very pleased with this hallway i drew today :]

#spire art #Ruin of the House of the Divine Visage #Ruin #for short #comics

[z-eddsworld]

I love the way you draw Tom in his monster form. Dude looks like a big, demonic, hairless cat- As if Cerberus had a hellcat as a little brother. God do I want to pet him & feed him goats.

I love this.

TW: GORE/BLOOD

Also, a smol comic of Tom getting permission to go meet some random kid he saw in a wallet. Jsyk, I have no idea how Cerberus would act but uh--- yeah

One rule: Tom should be sure to visit

The kid is Edd :] [Comic thing]

#monster tom #zeddsworld #eddsworld fanart #eddsworld #digital art #tom eddsworld #clip studio paint #eddsworld comic #cerberus #goat sacrifice <3 #omg I just got a new comic idea #Hellspawn Tom #HS!Tom #for short #zeddsasks

[obey-me-disaster]

Going on a small hiatus!!

I should have said it earlier but I thought I would be able to keep up with the writing.

To keep things short, I have some important exams this month so I won't be able to focus on writing. Once I am done with them at the end of the month I should be able to relax.

I might or might not work on some requests but it all depends on how burned out I feel.

#COAIE AM DAT DE DRACU #ABIA SAPTAMANA ASTA AM INVATAT ESEURILE LA ROMANA SI TOT MAI AM DE PRINS DIN URMA #CINE PLM M-O PUS SA VIN LA MATE INFO #BAG PULA IN BAC #for short #I have procrastinated a lot on studying <3 #so I got a lot of catch up to do on my studies ^-^ #SA MA SEDEZE CINEVA #BAG PULA IN TOT SI TOATE

[troblsomtwins829]

#how long does it take trubbs to develop a headcanon? #apparently not long #Damas didn't ask for this #prophecies are a bitch! #jnd fanart #damas headcanon #King of Scourge and Waste #SandKing #for short

[momochimchim]

Random :3

#my art #chi's art #boony's art #oc #original characters #my ocs #insp #bunny girl #ratakona #konna #for short #ghost and cloud boy are the same idea but different #cat boy #plants vs zombies #tried to fashion inspired by it idk #random creepy handsome boy #and eyes thingies #fav #17/12/22 #fashion #rat oc

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Have you never heard of such a thing, darling? Masterlist

Back to Main Masterlist

Back to Maribat Masterlists

AO3 LINK

Chapters

1: Wayne Manor

2: Haly's Circus

3: Collège Françoise Dupont

4: Wang Fu

5: The Dupain-Cheng Household

#have you never heard of such a thing darling #or just #darling #for short #man making this masterlist has shown me how many of my wips have like 1-3 chapters

[nell0-0]

I have this itching need to draw/write a certain Ingo/PLA AU that has been plaguing me for days. Reading fanfic, I've seen people comparing the warden position to that of a Gym Leader or something like that. I mean, if we're talking about Ingo's path of solitude, I get it. But most wardens aren't like that, even if they have pokemon as companions (Melli and Skuntank for example).

You know what they remind me of even more than a Gym Leader or something like that? Of a Pokemon Ranger.

See, this AU plaguing me can go two ways, which is why I haven't really gotten into drawing/writing anything for it yet.

The first option would be that Ingo returns to present time from Hisui and, still without his memories and not a clue on where he needs to go to reach home (I'm assuming that while he's popular in Nimbasa and Unova as a whole, the regions usually don't have interests on each other so it's not like Ingo could be easily recognized in, say, Sinnoh or Johto by everyone), he tries to reach for a lifestyle that feels comforting and familiar to him. And instead of being train related, it's kinda Hisui related as it's all he's known. In short, he becomes a Pokemon Ranger in Sinnoh or maybe Johto (undecided. Could be Johto since he tries to travel abroad to find his home but Unova is literally in the other side of the world of Sinnoh. Could be another region entirely).

Of course, Ingo eventually reunites with Emmet because I refuse any other outcome, but it does take some time. Probably some type of crisis that gets the rangers attention and gets them to act, so they call all the reinforcements they could to Unova to help out, which just happens to include Ingo.

Idk.

The second option would be that Celebi is involved. I remember playing a Pokemon Rangers game when I was a kid tho I never finished (it was a friend's, not mine so *shrugs*) where Celebi was a key part with the timeline mumbo jumbo. It would be something similar in here, just a bit more complex since Ingo keeps getting yeeted to the present and back to the past until the Rift problem is fixed.

He's still missing his memories, but the Interpol has been alerted that something is amiss. As in, Ingo has been in Hisui for some time already, but when the rift problem worsens, he ends up trapped into a distorsion. Celebi helps him out, but in turn they request his aid to fix this whole mess. Celebi promises to help Ingo home and let him stay there after the timeline is stable again, so he takes a more proactive role when it comes to the matters on Hisui while working with the rangers on the other side. The rift is affecting both points of the timeline, connecting them and threatening to unravel the flow of time, breaking it for good. It starts out with Ingo having information about what's going on in the present and he ends up as an honorary member of the rangers.

Heck, maybe as I keep thinking on it I'll come up with something completely different. Still. I really wanna see Ingo in a Pokemon Ranger outfit.

#submas #subway boss ingo #pla au #pokemon ranger ingo au #pringo au #for short #talk tag

[confessions-of-a-masochist]

Hi there.

This is my sad boi blog. Where I am fiendishly verbose and this in a rather Homosexual manner, I dare say.

Titled this way because it's catchy and fitting. Not necessarily for kinky reasons (more a fan of physical pain if ya catch my drift 😭).

About the owner:

t4t (mlm, nblm, nblnb)

ND

aroace-spec

filthy commie/leftist/punk

losing my mind daily but like in a hot way, y'know

Posts will obviously reflect this.

They/them. Remember, pronouns don't equal gender or gender expression ;)

#intro post #Be gay do crime. #Confessions of a Masochist #for short #confam #ofam. #which is better?

[damien-mlm]

Chris Alba's Backstory

a little something so that y'all get to know him better

Tw for suicide, various forms of child abuse and SH

Born in Buenos Aires, Argentina; October 31st, 1990. Born first, right before his twin sister, making him the older one. Their parents, Gustavo Alba and Harriet Trent, decided to give the twins their father’s last name, while their mother chose their first names: Cassandra and Christine Alba. After their birth, the family lived in the city for about 8 years, their mother decided it would be a nice gift for the twins to get to know some of the American scenery, so the whole family flew to Arizona to visit the Grand Canyon. 

Ever the mischievous ones, the twins separated from their parents and crossed the safety line, trying to get a better view of the bottom. Some loose dirt that Christine was laying on broke off the edge, sending her down into the pit, but right before she fell, Cassandra grabbed her arm, “MA! PA!” Christine yelled from the top of her lungs, asking for help, while Cassie did her best to try and pull the other twin up from the ledge, though both of their grips were slipping.

Their parents were not fast enough, Cassie’s strength finally gave out and had to watch as Christine fell down, her screams and sounds of her bones cracking loud as she tumbled to the bottom of the Canyon. All of this, just as their parents arrived. Gustavo never recovered, he was devastated, and ended up committing suicide from being unable to cope with the immense grief that was losing one of his daughters, especially when the other one was a constant reminder of how she would look like if she was still here. 

After Gustavo died, Harriet took Cassie with her, and moved to Huston, Texas, her hometown. Harriet blamed Cassandra for it all from the very beginning. To Harriet, Cassandra was a murderer, responsible for her husband’s and daughter’s death, Cassandra was nothing but a monster, and so, she treated her like one.

Cassie also blamed herself, always. From the moment she saw the look of sheer terror in Christine’s eyes as she fell down, Cassandra has done nothing but blame herself for it all, she killed her baby sister, daddy died because he was so sad, so sad because she killed her sister. Cassie also believes herself to be a monster, so not only she accepts her mother’s abuse as well deserved punishment for her actions, she also punishes herself through SH. Cassandra struggles with deep self loathing and depression for the rest of her life, her mother being neglectful and abusive, to the point where she would not care what her boyfriends would do to her child.

After a particular incident, Cassie fled at the age of 13. During this time, he also realized he might not be a girl after all. He was homeless for a couple of months, surviving on his own, wandering around the outskirts of the city. Mom never bothered to go looking for him, but locals notified the authorities of a homeless teen, and so, he was approached by the cops, and taken to an orphanage. “What’s your name?” the desk attendant asked him, to get him enlisted in the files of the establishment. He thought for a second, looking down at his hands. He closed them, clenching his fists, before looking up and answering: “Chris. My name is Chris Alba…” 

Chris had told the social workers what his mother had done and allowed it to be done to him, so he was taken to foster care.

His foster parents lived in California, and they were as loving and as patient as could be, but Chris attempted suicide the night he turned 15. After coming out of the hospital and under close watch of his foster parents and doctors, Chris was able to somewhat recover. He found peace and coped through singing, and even though he took an extra few years to finish highschool, he was always thankful to his music teacher. 

He became a senior in highschool at age 19, graduating at 20 years old. After graduating he disappeared from his foster parents' home, he didn't want to be a bother to anybody anymore, so he went through the country, singing on the streets and offering sexual favors for money. He wandered through the country aimlessly, drowning his sorrows in drunken casual sex in cheap motels. Until he decided he had enough, enough of life, enough of existing, so he made a plan.

His first goal was the home of his father and baby sister's graves, Huston, Texas.

He arrived on a rainy day, and spent most of his pocket money on a bouquet of red roses. He let rain pour down on him as he looked at the two graves, one next to the other, divided the bouquet in two. He sat in the middle, facing both graves and placed the flowers.

"I'll see you again soon, I promise"

He was certain he would, he was seeing them soon, he had to, he needed to.

Arrival to Ambrose

Imma add @rottent33th @slaasherslut @the-pinstriped-hood @moon-of-desire @allthingsblood @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better and @texaschainsawslvt to my taglist, if u want to ask Chris something you are 100% welcome to do so!

Also if u want me to remove/add u to my tag list just lemme know ✨

#oc #transmasc oc #transmasc reader #slasher x s/o #slasher x reader #slasher fandom #slasher community #house of wax au #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #grand trine au #chris alba #bo sincair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x male reader #bo sinclair x chris alba #sinalba #for short

[themarginalthinker]

The door at the back of the garage banged as it closed. It echoed across the large, mostly-empty back lot, dotted here and there with cars ranging from the newer to junkers and all in between.

The figure in the doorway stood for a moment. The very edge of the sky was streaked with deep purples of a sunset just past. Golden-edged, but fast fading as stars overhead twinkled to life. The tall light poles edging the lot had flickered on, casting beams down directly under them. The figure managed to stand just out of the way of them, though they reflected brilliantly off the black shell of the motorcycle helmet firmly covering every inch of their head.

They stand, for a moment in the doorway of the darkened, closed garage. Looking up, to the plum and gilded sky of another day passed on. Little brown bats wheel overhead, catching insects in the warm summer air.

With a little huff, they stop looking, and adjust the bag slung over their shoulder, making sure its secure. Gravel crunches under their heavy, well-worn boots as they make their way to a much-secluded corner of the lot, where under a tarp, a motor bike of a past decade or several, waits.

It's loud in the ease of the evening as it rips onto the road. The trip might not be a long one, but it could be enjoyed nonetheless.

"Is there a reason we're doing this so early? Some of us would prefer not to have to rush about like a chicken without a head first thing in the night."

The question comes from a short, sturdy woman wearing a light blouse and clean but patched overalls. Her hair is light blonde and very curly, kept back with a simple tie, though already whisps are escaping its hold to hang about her round face in irritating fly-aways. She's sitting at one end of a small, fold-out table, tennis-shoed foot tapping on the shiny floor of the wide, low-ceiling gymnasium. Her two tablemates weren't in much better shape.

To her left was another woman who looked like she just crawled out of the woods not far away from the school's fence line. Long nails held enough dirt to fill a garden, hair choppy and left hanging down just past thin, hunched shoulders barely covered by a single layer of thin tee-shirt. Her washed jeans ended in edges white with age and frayed threads, and the color of the flipflops covering her feet (dirtier than her hands with even longer, sharper nails) could no longer be discerned. She too was glancing every other second towards the double doors of the room, fidgeting with a little silver ring on the table top.

At the 'head' of the gathered sat a man just past his prime and showing it in the creases of his once-dark and sun warmed face. He's dressed in a plain, white button-up, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark pants clean and belted. His dark hair was neatly combed, and his deep brown eyes gazed calmly over the collection of others, hands clasped together over a small stack of papers politely.

"Because the district only allows the use of school property outside of school functions until eight, and I know for a fact most of us don't manage to get up before six in the summer, Denise" he answers prefunctly.

The overalled woman flexes her jaw and looks about ready to argue the legitimacy of the supposed necessity of the time more, when the sound of a motor rings near. The three look up, and a few moments after the sound cuts off, very near the doors at the back of the gym, they open and in comes the helmeted person.

The neatly-dressed man smiles, bright and friendly, sitting taller in the chair.

"Sammy! We were beginning to worry."

"That Martin wouldn't start without you here, and wouldn't let us go 'till he'd gotten ahold of you..." mumbles the twitchy woman.

The man shoots a her a look, that isn't received, and the motorist simply sets down the shoulder bag on the table. Gloves are slipped from hands, revealing planes of scored-and-healed flesh, knuckles looking like they were set to rip through the thin, scarred skin that seemed more tears than flesh. Fingertips and palms like poorly tanned leather, and just as hard, pull out a laptop and a smart phone, which they promptly tap on and open a recording app.

They shrug at Martin, the head man, and sit, opening the laptop.

"If there is no method to the madness, it's just madness, and God knows we don't need that in this town, Frankie," Martin says to the fidgeting woman, smile a little tight now. "In fact, I like all of us here so we know how to keep that from happening the best we can."

"Maybe a little madness would liven the place up," Denise comments offhandedly.

For a moment, Martin's eyes flashed under the florescent lights of the gym. Warm, dark brown turned inky, and cold. For a moment, none moved.

The expression is gone before it could be commented on.

"Anyway," Martin says, gathering his papers together and tapping them into order as if they hadn't been arranged perfectly before. "I'm now calling this month's Elysium to order. All members of the court will rise and state their presence to the residing Prince."

Already, the long, blemished fingers are tapping away at the keys of the computer, dutifully making record.

"I thought we voted last year we weren't gonna do this anymore this year," Frankie hummed. "Not like it's needed."

"It's tradition - and I am Prince, I could order it to happen," Martin shoots back, and then sighs. "C'mon people, it is what it is. We got some stuff I'd really like to cover tonight, so let's meet in the middle, huh?"

Denise growls, an almost pretty sound, high and trilling, as she stands.

"Clan Toreador asks recognition," she says, irritated.

Martin nods to her. "You are recognized."

She sits down with a huff, arms crossed. He turns to the other woman, who stands.

"Clan Gangrel asks recognition," she says, fingers drumming on the tabletop, nails making a tight staccato beat.

Martin tilts his head for her too. "You are recognized."

Frankie sits, and the three look to their third, silent member, keeping words for them all.

The helmet looks down, to the fresh page of writing, and then up, to Martin. They stand, long, long body hunching inwards and moving seemingly so as not to make the layers of clothing move too much against the ruined skin under it.

"Clan Nosferatu...asks...recognition."

The voice seeps from under the helmet like chipping old paint from the side of a house; brittle and cracking, taking more breaths than most would need for a four word sentence.

All three others are reflected in the visor of the helmet, and their leader sees himself nod.

"You are recognized."

Sammy sits.

"Alright people, so, first to business, I just wanna get this out of the way, we all know the Fourth of July is coming up in a couple of weeks, so Frankie, I need to know where you're people are nominally gonna be when the fire department does its fireworks show so we don't have any frenzies like we did last year-"

"And I said last year, that fledgeling wasn't one of mine or anyone in the area, they wandered in from-"

So the words continue, so the night draws on.

#vtm #vampire the masquerade #lullabies of a midnight train #midnight train #for short #drabble #unedited and off the cuff #clan ventrue #clan toreador #clan gangrel #clan nosferatu #nothing happens it's just an excuse to write a little of what a usual night is for these characters

[dumbass-character-showdown]

Dumbass character showdown

Someone's probably already done this but oh well

Here is the poll for your favourite dumbass

Submissions are now closed

Rules

1) no real people (unless they're really dumbass historical figures who are long dead) so no YouTubers

2) propaganda is encouraged but please still be respectful

3) have fun and remember all of this is for fun

Submissions here

This is inspired by polls such as @hotheaddeathmatch @autismswagsummit @mysterycharactercontest @thelockedtombsexywoman

#dumbass character showdown #dcs #for short #polls #character polls #this is my first time doing this so hopefully its good #bracket #character bracket