#some sort of twins au??

[shadegdi]

Fascination

#lies of p #lies of p pinocchio #lies of p carlo #my art #some sort of twins au??

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt in Memes 4

Another prompt, but in memes because trying to gather my thoughts is hard sometimes lol.

#prompts #memes #batman au #batman #cryptid batman #cryptid batfam #cryptid batfamily #batfamily #batfam prompts #batfam #Bruce: This surely will be fine :) #Dick: Gotham made me like they made B :) #League: the what did what now #Barbara: I formed from his tech & could get away with all your murders :) #Jason: I am the embodiment of Crime Alley and Retribution :) #Cass: I am Gotham's shadow :) #Tim: Oh I'm a child :) #The league: Oh thank fuck a normal child- #Tim: Well at least my body is a child but TECHNICALLY- #Steph: I'm his twin and the other side of his Chaos :) #Duke: Hi I'm the Bat Signal :) #Damian: I am the blood son #The League: Oh gods he means that literally doesn't he like some sort of creature made entirely from blood- #Bruce: I am not sure why I expected this Not to escalate but it's too far to go back now #Why yes they can all fit in his cape even when they become older and no one knows how or why #If they even age I mean Gotham could just be Like that where people sometimes stop aging #Kind of like what's going on in Fawcett just more goth #meme

[inkclover]

🥀road to recovery (is not always easy)🥀

they have once again invaded my mind rent free

#am unwell they’ve been plaguing my thoughts once again help— #cult of the lamb #cotl #aym and baal #cotl aym #cotl baal #cotl narinder #the one who waits #narinder #narilamb #cotl lamb #cotl fanart #uwaaaahhhhh was brainstorming some fits for the twins as well #hhhhhhh love me some long flowy robes #these lads got issues #gon be a long road to sort out all these feels #mmmmm I should mention that I don’t see the twins being blood related to Nari #but ye I still enjoy seeing aus where they are #tho I keep those hcs separate from the hcs here #just putting it out there #*yeets away* #my art #inky art #inky doods

[kolourking]

Shen twin AU but with the dmmd twin hair thing added.

#svsss #scum villian self saving system #shen twin au #shen yuan #shen jiu #fanart #i kept having the thought so had to throw something really quick together #qi-ge helps them brush out any tangles ofc #maybe it has some sort of special property like gum that it can stretch to a certain extent idk

[teaableu]

Two tolerates his family

#teaaart #emdt au #even more of a disaster twins au #emd au #emd two #doodles bc I’m in some sort of art rut help #this is platonic of course don’t make me get the nerf gun

[collectorcookie]

this post but i make it about northfam sleepovers

Small oz is snacking on snow's hand btw

#One of my headcanons is the twins just let baby oz bite them. Like it's some sort of pacifier for oz #Partially blaming this on alterego au where baby white is stabbing and biting snow and snow is just like “this is fine”. #But tbh i've had this headcanon even before alterego au. The au just confirmed it to me #snow mahoyaku #white mahoyaku #oz mahoyaku #figaro garcia #God i wish for them to be happy but the authors have deemed it illegal for any millenia old characters to be okay #northfam so soft and warm but also so SO cold #cookie draws #mahoyaku #NO I FORGOT TO TAG ARTHUR BABY I'M SORRY #arthur granvelle

[ginalinettiofficial]

played the game ok boomer at my family party today, ended up explaining to a room of ~20 of my relatives what fanfiction is so they could understand the question, “in fanfiction, what does AU stand for?”. and then the card’s definition of “AU” was wrong so i also had to get into the concept of “canon”.

can u believe. in front of my whole family. a room full of people, aged 3 to 80. all staring at me intently as i explain the difference between an alternate universe and canon divergence. at one point my mom was like “daina i think we get it” and a cousin and two aunts were like “wait no we’re interested please continue” and i had to say to my own mother in front of god and my i am kenough sweatshirt “sorry but unlike you the rest of them DON’T have to listen to me talk about fanfiction on the regular”. my uncle is a retired judge. my one cousin worked for the federal government in a job that was so classified that for years he literally couldn’t legally tell us about ANYTHING he was working on. and today those men sat and patiently listened to me define “coffee shop AU”.

also, not one, not two, but THREE of the answers for the young folks, i knew solely because they were either plot points on stranger things or they were things i found out whilst reading stranger things fanfics. and then i was the only person in our age bracket (10 people, ranging from ages 9 to 42) that knew who anne rice was, and had to explain yet again that the reason i had this knowledge was because… fanfic.

it was surreal. also my aunt, aged 68, may or may not begin attempting to read fanfic now because, according to her, “there are so many stories where there are these small side characters and i’d just KILL to hear their backstory or like what was going through their minds during the main action!” i’m very happy for her. today was wild.

#d speaks #the things i knew because of stranger things: who ripped a bats head off on stage. what year the challenger exploded. the ghostbusters theme #in case ur curious the way the game worked is there was a set of questions for people born pre 1980 and a set of questions for people born #post 1980 and you split into the two teams and you take turns reading trivia questions to each other #the questions for the young ppl were things like above - who wrote interview w a vampire #what year did the challenger explode. who are the fab four. true or false elvis had a twin. #the questions for the old people were like: what does BAE stand for. in fanfiction what’s an AU. who won the first american idol. #it was a weird game but very educational #and funny to play with my little cousins because as i said anywhere from 2-4 of them are gen alpha depending on how u define it #so it was very interesting to see what sorts of things have been passed down culturally and what sorts of things stayed solely in their time #it was sort of reminiscent of are you smarter than a fifth grader in some ways #also no one asked but. the teams were: #old team: 4 solid boomers. 3 boomer/gen x cuspers. 3 gen x’ers. #young team: 2 xennial cusps. 2 millennials. 1 zillennial cusp. 1 zoomer. 2 zalpha cusp. 2 gen alphas #and then also our 3 year old cousin who technically is gen alpha but he was more moral support than anything you understand #though at one point he DID declare that he wanted to play - picked up a card and ‘read’: #‘santa comes he eats the milk and cookies. poop goes in the potty’ in the EXACT cadence of someone asking a trivia question lmfao #love that kid. he also told me a few knock knock jokes #mainly they were like. knock knock. who’s there. candy cane. candy cane who. candy cane on your head!!!!!!!! #a true comedic genius that boy

[tennessoui]

Four word prompts: “I’m not wearing that.”

this takes place in the KUWSK universe! (but can be read alone) The twins are about 9 here, and they've just adopted baby!Rey!

(900 words)

“No way,” Anakin says immediately. “Absolutely not.”

“The twins picked it out,” Obi-Wan replies. “You’d break their tiny baby hearts if you said no.”

“I want a divorce.”

“Haha,” his husband says. “Come on, get changed. It’s four in the afternoon, and you know I hate taking the kids trick-or-treating after it gets dark.”

Anakin is torn between a rush of fondness for his husband and a swell of great hatred. Well, alright. Not hatred. Perhaps annoyance at most.

As if he can feel through the air how Anakin is feeling, Obi-Wan hums and plays with the open collar of his own white shirt. “You’re the one that wanted to let the kids choose what they wanted the family costume to be for Halloween this year,” he points out. “I believe this is strictly your fault.”

“I believe that’s bullshit,” Anakin mutters, turning back to stare at the monstrosity lying on the bed. “Obi-Wan, I’m not wearing that.”

“You know,” Obi-Wan taps his finger on his lips and ties the red sash around his waist. “I was thinking just the other day: how many Halloweens do we have left to dress as a family? Luke and Leia are already nine. I’ve never studied the cut off date for Halloween, but I assume it’s coming up. And, well. Rey will give us another few years—” the baby on her cot exclaims at hearing her name, and cries for Obi-Wan’s attention.

Obi-Wan, absolutely besotted beyond all rationality with their new daughter, sweeps away from the mirror to pick the baby up.

“Aren’t you just the most evil and diabolical Ursula in the entire sea?” Obi-Wan asks the baby, who squeals and flaps her chubby arms like they’re really tentacles. Obi-Wan croons and starts to hum a version of “Under the Sea”, one that causes Rey to cackle and gurgle from the safety of her father’s arms.

It’s mind-numbingly adorable, the way his husband treats their daughter, how absolutely smitten he is with her every move and noise. Watching it almost makes up for the purple bikini top on his bed and the green skirt.

“Why can’t there be two Prince Erics?” Anakin asks, only a little desperately.

“It’s like you haven’t even seen the movie,” Obi-Wan replies, still making faces at Rey. “Put it on now, quickly, we’ll be late.”

Anakin has half the mind to bite out that one can’t exactly be late to fucking Trick-Or-Treat, but he can’t bring himself to muster up the right amount of vitriol. He thinks it’s adorable, the way Obi-Wan reads articles about Halloween violence and car accidents the entire month leading up to the holiday. The fact that he lets the kids go at all without holding his hand the entire time is a testament to how much he’s grown since they were five.

But still. 

“I believe you brought this on yourself, Anakin love,” Obi-Wan tells him, carefully switching Rey to one arm so he can go back to primping in front of the mirror. He’s tried to style his hair in the swoop that Prince Eric from The Little Mermaid is known for. Anakin can’t decide if it’s devastatingly effective or if he just thinks everything that Obi-Wan does is devastating.

“How the fuck—”

“Careful now,” Obi-Wan warns him. “There are baby ears about.”

Baby ears that don’t even understand English, Anakin wants to protest, but he knows it would be useless. He can count on one hand the number of fights he’s won against an Obi-Wan whose protective father instinct has been triggered. “How is it my fault that our kids apparently want me to dress up as Ariel?” 

Obi-Wan shrugs and adjusts his grip on the baby before turning to face him. “You’re the one who’s always singing along to her parts in the movie,” he points out. “They probably thought you would love it.”

“Well, I don’t. You’re the ginger, switch with me. It makes more sense.”

“Fuck that,” Obi-Wan replies. Anakin squawks at the unfairness of it all. “I’m already dressed. And besides, this is what the twins wanted.”

“Why are they the eels?” Anakin asks, shucking off his shirt because he knows a stone wall when he sees one. “Does it say something about our children that they wanted to be the slimy, evil eels instead of the prince and princess?”

“Perhaps that they don’t want to kiss each other,” Obi-Wan points out. Anakin makes a face so full of disgust that he hopes Obi-Wan can feel it aimed at him even with his back turned. “Think of it this way,” his husband says bracingly. “They wanted Rey to be Ursula, which can only mean they’re really and truly accepting her into the family. And they wanted us to be Ariel and Eric, which means that when they look at us together, they see the best representation of true love they’ve ever seen before.”

He leans over and kisses Anakin’s cheek. Weak as he is, Anakin cannot help but lean into the press of his husband’s lips on his skin. Rey giggles and claps her hands together, happy to be somewhat included.

“Fine,” Anakin relents because Obi-Wan’s reasons were so sweet and so good and Anakin is so weak with love for his husband. “But does it have to be the purple bikini top?”

#asks #kuwsk #i think if it's not tragically annoying #i'll try to make most of the prompts i got some sort of continuation of an already existing au #i really want to get ok with reading my own writing whoops lol #and its like fun lil bonus stories for those who know a lot of my stories!!! #anyway #obikin #they're all dressed as little mermaid characters which was the twins' favorite movie for like a solid yeaar

[kelpiemomma]

Melli in the gear station family au is like that one lovingly overbearing family member who comes to see you at your job and tell you that you're doing a great job, except he needs an excuse to tell Akari & Rei their doing a great job so part of his getting lost is intentional and part of it is genuinely accidental (hc he has an absolutely terrible sense of direction and gets lost in a straight line, Zoro from one piece style) so when they find him and help him he's like "you two are SO GOOD at your jobs, the BEST employees here, honestly" and like half of the ten most recent gear station reviews are from Melli praising Akari and Rei.

Ingo and Emmet ask them if he needs to be banned from the subway and the younger twins are like "no, he's fine. Embarrassing but he means well and it's all good." (They have a hunch that Melli Knows Them which is why the kids are fine with hanging around him and helping him, but also all three of them are so at ease with each other that they had to ask just to Make Sure everything was fine even though they were Pretty Sure there was no issue)

#pla akari #PLA Rei #Warden melli #Gear station family au #Melli is like. 4-5 years older than the twins so they've also been p close #They're cousins but they've spent so much time together he may as well be their older brother #He helped change their diapers. Poorly. But he did. (He brings that up when he wants to tease them) #The gear station crew is initially suspicious of him (why is this Unknown Man being so friendly towards the kiddos?) #Until Melli was intentionally overly obnoxious one day to a commuter who'd been giving the twins a hard time #Approached the person to talk LOUDLY about his own hair and treating his hair stylist so good bc he's so greatful for their hard work #Can you IMAGINE bring on your feet all day and having to deal with assholes who think they can do your job??? #Or who get upset when one little thing goes wrong? That's why MELLI is ALWAYS so thankful to his hairstylist and doesn't give them shit #Esp when the hairstylist is running late or dealing with some sort of UNEXPECTED PROBLEM that they're WORKING ON FIXING #Obv Melli can wait a lil bit!!! Bc his hairstylist is a person too!!! And he certainly couldn't do their job!!! #And then he 'gets on the phone's and starts talking about how he's so grateful that people are SO PATIENT when there's an issue that #Employees can't immediately solve. Can you imagine being the kind of asshole that acts like a machine's fault that causes a delay #Has been intentionally done by the employees? Purely to inconvenience them??? #While he's saying this he's making eye contact with the asshole commuter who squirms and eventually goes to apologize for being so short #And grumpy w the twins. And the gear station crew is like. 'ah. This man is One Of Us.'

[aur0raaura]

im still blown away from the support im having with the previous art I've done related to the AU! as thanks, I'll share a wip of what i'm doing next as a continuation to this piece...hehe!

#submas #twin princes au #aura's art #subway bosses #it's been a while since i've properly done a comic but...i feel it's the best way to convey more context and clues~ #say #and if you're still reading my tags #first of all...thank you! #and second...perhaps you all could answer a question I have in mind! #tell me...would you all be interested in some sort of q&a? #regarding the AU of course #could use such questions as prompts for art and answer them that way! #do let me know in the comments :) #for now #back to art!!

[theheadlessgroom]

https://www.tumblr.com/beatingheart-bride/710019365046763520/theheadlessgroom-beatingheart-bride

@beatingheart-bride

“​I don’t think it’s silly at all,” he smiled, delighted to know that she had enjoyed the show (even if it was simply the orchestra) as much as he had, as well as admiring her desire to see what he and the rest of the audience saw during a performance. “It’s wonderful to watch-I-I would enjoy watching an opera with you, were we ever afforded that chance.”

What with her being the leading lady now (and would hopefully be the leading lady in many, many productions to come; he had a feeling her future as the opera’s star was within reach), the opportunity for both Randall and Emily to sit down and watch a show together seemed not quite in the cards at the moment (not unless Emily could be in two places at once), but he still liked to imagine that, someday, she would be afforded that chance. Under what circumstances he did not know, but it was a day he liked to think was possible.

And what a day that would be! The two of them, seated in Box Five together, watching and enjoying the show in their own private box in their evening best...perhaps he would see about getting them some fancy chocolates to enjoy during the show, or something to drink (he wasn’t a fan of any of the alcohols available in the café; he’d tasted a few out of curiosity and decided very quickly that they were not for him, instead favoring sparkling, non-alcoholic ciders and the like instead)…she would have the best seat in the house, and he would have the best company...

(He wished most of all, however, that Emily could see what he saw on opening night, when she made her grand debut: He wished he could see how magical she would be onstage, how she would wow the audience with her beautiful voice and emotional performance...she could see how amazing she really, truly was, how gifted she was as a performer!)

“What opera would you most like to see?” Randall asked her curiously, brows raising in interest behind the mask.

#((you make a great point; and i agree! i don't think that randall would be nearly as enamored as he is here)) #((were he to have a normal; more stable upbringing; but i also feel like he'd still be very keen on music)) #((enough to want to pursue a career in it-i see wilhelm as being fairly musical himself; as he plays the harpsichord)) #((and so it just gets me thinking about that fondness for music rubbing off on randall and inspiring him! it might not be the same passion)) #((as he has here in this 'verse but i feel like; in a kinder world; he'd still love music; enough to seek out the opera)) #((and meet emily as a result!)) #((as for his face...i'm not sure! obviously june and wilhelm would work hard to make randall feel confident in himself)) #((and not let anyone get him down because of how he looks; but i could see him wearing something when out in public)) #((maybe some sort of prosthetics a'la that one-shot we did; where he devised a makeup/prosthetics to wear)) #((so that he could go out with emily and the twins? i'm just spitballin' but maybe that'd be his workaround!)) #((and true; it is kinda funny! but honestly emily will ALWAYS bring out the pace's parental sides; regardless of how old she is)) #((or what she is! vampire? yup! siren? yup!)) #((...actually now i'm thinking about little emily meeting little randall at gracey manor when june was working there)) #((and june feeling just as maternal towards her as she does towards dorian!)) #((don't know if that's an au we would ever do but it just popped into my head and i just imagine little randall being smitten)) #((with little emily; just the way little dorian is smitten with little elizabeth!)) #outofhatboxes #beatingheart-bride #V:Phantasm of the Mansion

[ohposhers]

some old Troll Twin AU doodles I finally got around to coloring woohoo! naw but i highkey considered having them steal Floyd's talent through some sort of injection process in the AU cause they'd be the same size as him so i was like would the perfume shit still work?? who knows idk what im doing anymore

#trolls #trolls band together #velvet and veneer #floyd trolls #troll twins au #my art #velvet trolls #veneer trolls #throws velvet at a wall #i dont think i could actually go with the injection thing tho cause it just wouldnt work with the story #the idea of velvet shooting up before a performance is REALLY funny

[cielospeaks]

im also realizing how much kasumiverse parallels my real life experiences since its broken nicely up into years

b2 (2018)- stereotypical romance but actually not bad i reread it today, as my life was probably the most stereotypical and no stakes (or very small stakes) romantic at that time

b3 (2019)- trying to be happy but actually extremely sad, trying to find normalcy in the face of feeling super down all the time, and at the same time being aware that im kinda pathetic

b4 (2020)- fucking redemption arc baby! starting to be like “im not gonna let this bad situation define me” and just powering through and becoming better for it too

b5 (2021)- loredump time! idk. complicated but like. more maturely (and verbosely) handled than before. like a mix of everything but also worldbuildey and more wordy

b6 (2022)- the sads but in a more. the transient nature of life sorta way. very melancholy and almost like “twilight years” kinda vibe. like the end of things as they were sorta feeling

#im afraid of what will happen in this years story tbh #mostly bc im going in with basically no ideas/expectations #literally my only ideas are 'twins show up'/trebetroublefive get separated from the starter squad #and plotwise my only ideas are 'what if it was den o/acc/the time video of dhmis' and thats it #i think theres some cool things that could come to pass esp since its so vague #i feel like it was similar abt b4 i didnt know at all what the story would be like and what direction itd go in #and we ended up getting a new friend(tm) in the plot not to mention heath too! #and dk as well ofc tho he was introduced in b3 #i think b4 was like. a massive bonding experience for the whole gang #and lut + fern have connections to people there so they mesh well when they join up #yf i feel like is more distant but the squad also respects that. he also has the sort of friendship/protectorship w em #on one hand im like 'OHHhhh this is weird how it matches oooOOOoo" #but on the other. like. im writing it in one year. of course it reflects my feelings in that year -sighs- #au ramblings

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Our second DCXDP au has Danny hiding in Gotham with the cores of Dani, Dan and two other clones who survived. They need DNA to be able to reform but it's in a ‘it doesn't have to be now’ kind of way. Not just Danny’s DNA but another to to balance out their genes.

They'll become babies and be raised up. Dani was melting but forced Danny to promise he wouldn't find someone right away he'd take his time to fall in love first. Dan did the same and the twin clones did to.

Danny decides it's a good idea but keeps the cores safe. He ran to Gotham in the DC universe because the GIW were to close to killing him. His parents, Jazz, Sam, Grandma Ida and the Foleys all followed. Grandma Ida is running some gang down in crime alley having a blast with Sam, constantly trying to hook Sam up with Jason who Ida is in a turf war with. Tucker is happily running a tech company that will soon outstrip it's competitors., his parents helping Jazz is terrifying in Arkham as she tears our corruption.

Maddie abd Jack found out about the Leauge of Assassins and went: study time. Danny, knowing its corrupted ecto and also not wanting to deal with assassins lets then have fun. So Ra’s is dealing with liminal mad scientists who keep stealing the Pits and also have uncovered two Damian clones they kidnapped. Their kids now.

But we’re focusing on Danny who is in college and living a peaceful life which is what he wants most of all. The cores of his kids are always on him just in case and he's casually dating. It's great. He can just be Danny the guy who is super into space and plans on being a mechanic for the watch tower.

Then one day Two-Face attacks the cafe he's at (because of a sale it was having where it was two for one on some sort of new treat). Danny has to run for his life. He gets hit and the bag he has the cores in is harmed. One falls out and he freaks, diving for it. He grabs it just as Black Bat swoops in to save him. She flies him up to a roof.

They land and then she moves to grab one of the cores that fell out. Danny gets antsy but it requires skin contact so it should be okay, she's wearing gloves after all. It'll be fine!

On her part, Cass is wondering why her hand feels tingly but there isn't anything malicious in the mans face so she thinks it might just be the orb she caught being weird. She swings off, noting that she has a hole in her glove.

Danny goes home and doesn't think about it until he realizes that the core the hero touched is growing. And it's getting sick without the touch of its other parent.

Cass on the other hand feels strange. Like she's pulled somewhere. She instantly thinks of the guy and alerts the others to him. They hunt him down to find him on a rooftop. He's surprised to see them, holding an Orb that’s glowing.

“I thought it would take longer…” the man says. He shakes his head. “Umm… rip the band-aids off- I'm nottotslly human.”

The Batfam kinda pauses cause he's giving this info up for free. Cass is eyeing him closely. It's just her, Batman and Robin in front of the man. Everyone else is listening in or in the shadows.

“I ran away from my home dimension cause they were hunting me down to kill me because they believed I was non-sentient. You know sad trench- I mean, John Constantine? I think he put in the word we’re friendly,” the man babbles. The orb shines. “Okay, okay. I need to… Black Bat did your glove have a hole in it when you touched this?”

Cass hums but nods. Barbara has Constantine on the line (and no one wants to know the blckmail she has to make him answer) and he's confirming it's a friendly.

“Okay, okay… this is a Core and it's the heart, soul, brain, everything of an ecto-entity like me. And it… it’s my child. But it needed a second set of DNA. It's fine dormant, it doesn't hurt the baby. But it…” the man swallows. “Skin touch.”

Cass knows in a second what he's leading up to. She touched the orb. It needed DNA.

That's her baby in his hands.

Que the chaos.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #Cass and Danny get together #she spends a lot of time with him for the baby’s health #also it's Dan #slow burn time #Bruce is blue screening cause his daughter is having a baby #the bets did not account for Cass who is ace as fuck #Alfred even lost #Fenton parents roll in with their clone sons talking about stealing them #Bruce has a headache

[sluttsumu]

DOUBLE TROUBLE

.ೃ࿐ feat. atsumu + osamu miya

in which: the twins have a little bet, and you’re their next target. who can make you cum the most on halloween night without anyone knowing, keep quiet virgin or you’ll get caught.

warning: 18+, college!au, fratboy!inarizaki, oblivious!reader, non+ dubcon/peer pressure, threesome, corruptive thoughts, misogyny (?), manipulation, drugs (molly), vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, unprotected, petname: angel, oral (f!receiving + m!receiving), virginity loss, exhibitionism + voyeurism, implied orgy (with suna), sunaosa TEASE, they’re sleazy hoes. wc: 2k

ೃ࿐ ki’s note: this is fic was supposed to kickstart my kinktober series. i hope you love this as much as i do because i had the best time writing it! in my mind it’s still october 😭 divider: @cafekitsune

two devils, one angel, and fate. being a virgin sacrifice wasn’t necessarily on your halloween bucket list for this year.

— ♡︎ —

“can’t think of anyone to bring ‘samu ?” atsumu piqued, osamu is supposed to be the smart one.

the infamous twins had been thinking for some time on who to invite to their annual halloween party.

there were plenty of guests, but they needed someone special for the night.

atsumu’s fucked half of the bimbos from his fan club, meanwhile osamu was never satisfied with any of his groupies.

“well,” he starts. “i have an idea.” the light bulb in his head flickered before finally going off when he thought of the perfect girl. the dainty little college freshman whom he sees walking around campus all dolled up.

“who’s that girl that we always see with sunarin?” he ponders, in attempt to remember your name. atsumu’s eyes lit up when he realized. he knew exactly who his brother was talking about.

osamu really was a genius.

“y/n..” his tone was unsure, but curious nonetheless. osamu shot a finger gun “bingo.” indicating that his atsumu was right on the money. they paused, staring at one another as if they were reading each others minds. twin telepathy surely was a blessing. if they were both thinking correctly it seems like they’ve got a target.

*incoming facetime from; suna rintaro*

“yes suna?” you answer holding the phone above your face. “what’re you doing tomorrow?” the abrupt question never threw you off anymore, it was common for suna taking you on all kinda of spontaneous adventures on and off campus.

“ ‘m not doing anything, gonna watch horror movies and eat candy.” suna eyed you feigning disgust, what lame plans. “absolutely not..” he scoffs, “the twins invited you to their party tomorrow and you’re going.” the miya twins were mutual friends and have been known to throw some awesome ragers from time to time, how could you decline such an offer?

“i don’t have a costume???” honestly you were trying to find any excuse possible to lessen your chances of coming home wasted on halloween night. but suna had a solution to everything, even this. “wear white, i’ll sort out the rest.” he hung up after the condescending message, leaving you to piece together his surprise.

white, the colour of purity and innocence. nothing is innocent about a college party, especially because,

halloween was the one night a year a girl could dress like a total slut, and no one could say anything about it.

a firm knock was set on your dorm room door. “let’s go” his eyes fixated as you opened the door. suna mildly regrets not taking up the twins’ offer to join them on their escapade tonight, especially with the way that dress hugs your body. he quickly releases himself from the dirty thoughts.

“okay, what’s my costume? you said wear white.” suna’s hand rises from his side revealing a halo. makes sense why he told you to wear white now. it wasn’t until you took in his costume that really made you understand his choice.

he’s dressed in a red button up, except the buttons weren’t being used at all. the devil horns stuck in his hair confirmed the unoriginal costume idea. a few days back he mentioned matching costumes with the rest of his fraternity, and if you had to see the rest of them like this, than you were sure that attending this party was worth it.

the house was loud, as much as it was crowded, suna’s hand around your wrist is the only thing preventing you from getting caught in the ocean of people.

“sunarin! we’re over here.” pi kappa alpha (ΠΚΑ) was one of seven frats at your university, and was definitely the hottest. pretty, rich boys with the world at their disposal. everyone knew this but that never stopped girls from clinging onto them, after all osamu’s arms and atsumu’s abs— focus!

“ah, you made it.” osamu exclaimed opening his arms for a particularly tight hug. you hugged all of them, each cologne scent different from the last. “mind if we steal rin for a minute? won’t be long, promise.” atsumu’s tone of voice couldn’t have been more condescending, talking to you so sweet and saccharin. you nodded, shooting the quintet a small smile, before going to find a drink.

“an angel, cute.” atsumu watched your back was you walked away into a crowd of people. all that clouded his thoughts were all the things he wanted to do to you throughout the night. “get yer head intha game. what are the rules?” osamu chuckled, it was no doubt that he was having the same thoughts as his brother. that’s for sure.

“ ‘ts 10:30, whoever can make her cum the most before midnight first wins. unless you fuck her that is.. she’s a virgin so if you manage to to take her virginity you automatically win. get caught and you have to restart.” the night is young and the rules were set, but there was one question unanswered, whats the prize for a game such as this?

money of course. sex and money have been interchangeable for as long as mankind can remember, no difference here. a thousand dollars put up by each member, totalling to five thousand. winner takes all, loser gets nothing. may the best twin win.

atsumu wasted no time following you to the kitchen hearing the laughs from his friends behind. unfortunate for him bokuto caught your attention a little too quickly. he watched the two of you laugh and introduce yourselves to one another. it wouldn’t go on for much longer, not if atsumu could help it.

“bo-kun! do me a favor would’ya?” he said, slinging an arm over your shoulder. “get some more ice for the cooler, ‘ts intha basement.”

in boy world, this was a territorial interaction meaning; get the fuck out of here.

meanwhile in girl world, you didn’t think anything of it.

bokuto cheerfully agreed uttering “nice meeting you!” before sliding past the crowd of people to go fetch that ice.

“cute costume miya.” you look up to see him above your shoulder. he unhooks his arm from your side, leaning up against the counter. “not too bad yourself. you look,” he pauses for a mere few seconds. thoughts of you and how innocent you look plagued his mind, costume doesn’t help either. something in him was excited to taint that, you’d look so much prettier with your makeup smudged and begging him to make you cum, he thought.

“pretty,” he smiled, eyes shifting around your lips, and neck then back to your eyes. “you look really fucking pretty.”

“nights still young, you like games?” you tilted your head at the question. a suspicious question but how could anyone say no to him. “dependsss..” you drag out the word, tone laced with hesitation. this was all one big game, that you unfortunately didn’t know you were apart of, throwing another in the mix couldn’t hurt.

“how do ya feel about suck and blow?”

—♡︎—

suna forcefully offered up kita’s amex for the game, safe to say that he’s not happy about it.

the game rules were simple; suck and blow, on a card that is. pass the card mouth to mouth without dropping it. drop it and make out with the next person in front of everyone and spend an additional 10 minutes in an enclosed space. sounds easy right? it wasn’t a pi kappa alpha party without this tradition, they have a separate room dedicated for games such as these.

you watched intensely as the card made its rounds over and over you successfully received and passed it on. you were also standing between atsumu and bokuto, yikes! the card was making its way back around and like before it was just a matter of sucking and blowing, until you were locking lips with one of the hottest guys on campus. atsumu ‘dropped the card’ by accident, catalyzing the makeout sesh between the two of you.

it’s hot, it’s sloppy, it’s fucking miya atsumu.

you feel his smile on your lips as he slips his tongue in between yours, aiming for your bottom lip. the whooping, and whistling among the group was enough to encourage the egotism within you both to put on a nice show for everyone. your nails intertwining in his undercut, while his arms hug your waist.

“okay okay,” kita pushes, removing the two of you off of each other. “10 minutes, you know the drill.”

the frat brothers exchange a glance, one of many kita has shared with his little since atsumu started college.

the amount of girls that have survived that room, godspeed.

hearing the door close behind you was almost frightening, even after the spectacle you put on for everyone just now. it wasn’t until you took a few steps in you noticed this is a bedroom, not your average stuffy coat closet.

“suna teach you to kiss like that or what?” he teases, watching you stare at him in disbelief. “can’t believe he hasn’t fucked you yet.”

guess i’ll be the first, he thought.

suna? fucking you? confusion was an understatement really. unbeknownst to you they all thought you were sunas secret fuck buddy till he told them you were untouched.

atsumu almost forgot, and the realization ran through his blood with pure mischief. he was ready to get his hands on you and play with his toy of the night.

“let’s have some fun, yea?” he quips, walking towards you. “fun like what?” unintentionally you take a step back, the two of you flowing in a seamless b-line towards the bed as he goes forward and you go back.

“you’re a big girl right? in college now. ya know what big girls do?” his tone was informative signalling that there’s more to his mini monologue. “big college girls…kiss, and suck, and fuck boys.”

the smooth of your calves hit the sheets.

“a-atsumu i’m—” you’re a stuttering mess, and he finds it adorable.

“you’re what?” he mocks, lifting his voice up an octave to replicate you. it was only a matter of seconds before you were pushed onto the bed with his body caging yours beneath him.

it was all happening so fast, it’s not that you didn’t want to but this has never happened before. being stuck in a room with a guy especially an experienced one was never on you to-do list for today.

atsumu’s done this to many girls. he’s used to fucking bitches every week and you were no different. he never looses and he’s damn sure nothing will change that tonight.

“i’ve never done this before…” shame drowns your conscience as you confess what you thought was a secret. little did you know, he knew.

“s’okay,” his lips pecked against your jaw lightly, he could feel how tense you were but curious as well. “just wanna make you feel good, hmm?” you could feel atsumu’s hand creeping between your thighs though his eyes never leaving yours. this look on your face, the look of a virgin, never gets old for him.

the inquisitive look of “maybe it’s not so bad” staring back at him as he pulls your panties to the side running his fingers along your wet folds. you didn’t protest, or squirm, or defy, you just laid there beady eyes staring, legs spread for him awaiting his touch.

simultaneously, his fingers slide into you with ease while sharing a kiss to keep you quiet, earning a soft moan onto his lips. your body can’t help but concentrate at the foreign feeling of someone else other than yourself fingering you. “ahhh—! s-slow down ‘tsumu, too much!”

“no can do angel, got a lot ridin’ on ya.” completely dismissing your feelings, he continues to pump his fingers into your leaking cunt. “hurts..” you whine. “atsumu it hurts!”

“don’t lie ta me pretty, i can feel you clenching ‘round me.” your face flushed at his words, fluttering around his fingers. besides the slight discomfort it felt so fucking good, you really couldn’t get enough of it.

the humiliation you felt hearing the lewd squelching of his digits fingerfucking you was apparent. you watched in awe as he sped up, arm now jackhammering in and out of you at an ruthless pace. “fuckfuckfuck!” you cry, eyes brimming with tears.

atsumu traps your lips in a messy kiss, tasting a mixture alcohol on each others tongues. whines and whimpers escape fall from your lips onto his at the feeling of the coil in your stomach about to break. the euphoria that overcomes your body when your legs begin to tremble, thighs squeezing around his hand, your virgin cunny covers his fingers in sticky cum.

but his assault on your pussy doesn’t stop there, he’s still going; fucking you through your orgasm. “can’t stop there, you can give me another one baby, know you can.”

“no! c-can’t take it! i—” his hand quickly cups around your lips, muffling any sound that dares to come out of your mouth. time’s almost up and atsumu would throw more than a fit if he got caught and had to restart already.

he could feel it again, your pussy clenching around his fingers. atsumu continued at his gruelling pace, with a slick smile on his face. It was so cute seeing you like this, half an hour ago you walked into this party as an innocent little thing, and now he had you exactly where he wanted you — under him with his fingers buried inside of you, on your second orgasm.

“cumming… ‘m cumming—!” you mumble under the weight of his hand, eyes fluttering shut. “atta-fucking-girl angel.” your chest heaved and knees buckled while you creamed on the blondes fingers once more this time at full force, making you see stars before he pulled out of you.

“wasn’t so hard now was it?” he smiled sucking your slick off of his fingers. atsumu is now leading by two points and cocky was an understatement, he can feel himself growing hard watching your body go limp against the sheets. if he had the time, he’d take you right then and there but there was always an opportunity for that.

“make yourself decent before you come out.” was the last thing he said to you, chuckling while the door clicked shut behind him.

get yourself together! the sound of your own voice mentally cursing you was enough to spring you back to your feet, pulling your dress down, and fixing your hair. luckily for you, everyone continued their conversations, dancing, and games as you crept out the room exhaling heavily with relief.

a few eyes lingered, especially kita’s. he peered at you from afar, while atsumu whispered in his ear. he raised the red solo cup with an upward tilt of his head before smirking in your direction, taking a sip from the cup.

frat boys are just the equivalent to mean girls.

hell, it hasn’t even been five minutes and he’s already going around telling everyone. you couldn’t bare to see it really, causing you to relocate somewhere else in the house, the stairs.

you sat on the wooden steps, eyes glued onto your phone screen. the feeling of someone walking down was evident as the hardwood took a dip at the weight, it was osamu.

he pondered, swirling the liquid courage in his hand. how could he get you on his white linen sheets? he thought. osamu smirked at the idea that popped into his head soon after remembering the common denominator between his bed and that dress you’re wearing.

starring at your back from a few steps above, his eyes moveded to suna who was situated mere meters away from where you sat. he feigns tipping his cup, eyes pointing down to where you sat then back to the brunette.

it was genius, if he ruins that pretty little dress of yours you’ll have no choice but to take it off.

“do it.” suna mouthed covering his words with a cupped hand.

the weight of someone walking down the stairs returns after having paused, you didn’t think much of it until alcohol poured down your shoulder and into your bra from above you.

“sorry angel! that was my bad.” osamu quips, downing the rest of his cup.

“you’ve got to be kidding me..”

“relaaax,” he drawls before reassuring that “you can come change up here.”

—♡︎—

osamu scanned his closet looking for one of his old flings’ clothes murmuring, “no-no-no-too big-too small— damn i should call her..” as he looks through the assortment of clothing.

you waited on his bed partly disgusted at the fact that these clothes were equivalent to trophies.

“check that drawer ta’ your left for something.” he gestures a waving hand, pointing to the side table next to his bed.

the drawer was less then helpful, containing: condoms, an agent provocateur set (brand new, mind you), a bottle of dior sauvage, and a miniature plastic bag with two smiley face pills in it.

he has drugs just laying in his room?

“what’re these?” prodding at the drugs you ask, dangling the bag between delicate fingers.

he turns to face you, smirking when he sees what caught your curiosity. “a pretty girl named, molly.” osamu banged a girl with that name now that he thinks about it.

“you guys seriously take these?” eyes narrowing at the tiny pill analyzing it’s appearance, but wanting to know more at the same time. “are they fun?”

osamu closes the closet door, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. his attention is focused elsewhere when you display genuine interest in the party drug.

“wanna find out?” he asks with the tilt of his head.

fuck around and find out was an understatement, getting fucked after finding out was more accurate really.

“fuuuuck ‘samu..” your manicure runs through silver hair, as he messily laps at your cunt.

every flick of his tongue making your knees buckle, the pleasure was overwhelming your lower half as he teased your clit with the tip his tongue.

you couldn’t get over how good it feels, what was the point of staying a virgin when there’s men who will pleasure you like the miya twins.

“pussy tastes s’good princess.” he mumbles onto you, sending vibrations up your spine, continuing to eat you like you’re his last meal.

he could feel now eager you were to get off, grinding yourself against his face in hopes to chase the orgasmic high that your body was so close to.

the loud noises of his mouth smothered against your pussy and broken whimpers fill up the room.

loud enough for suna to hear through the bedroom door he’s standing on the other side of. he could feel his erection growing, listening to his best friend taint his virgin girl bestie on the most sinister night of the year.

“righthererighthere! ‘m cumming— oh fuck!” the euphoric feelings of the drug in your system enhanced every last nerve running through your veins.

you’re loud, high pitched whines falling from your throat as you throw your head back, eyes shutting tight.

osamu’s face pushed into your cunt with force, nose nudging at your clit. little did the two of you know, the brunette purposely walked into the room with you on the verge of a mind blowing orgasm and osamu’s mouth quite busy.

“you cumming?” suna asks, gripping your face with slender fingers.

your eyes shoot open to see one of his hands planted on the back of osamu’s head pushing his mouth deeper into your pussy, the other holding your face, taunting from above.

“oh yea, you’re fucked.” he taunts, pushing your lips into a kissy face forcefully moving your head from side to side, observing your features.

suna’s done his fair share to know you weren’t all there, your dilated pupils, flushed face and very vulnerable state gave it away.

“don’t be shy, go on. might be ‘samu going to town on ya but your attentions on me, hmm?”

seeing you tweaked out on the verge of your third orgasm of the night really did it for him.

it was torture, watching and hearing the twins have their fun with you meanwhile he had to watch.

absolutely no fair. he’s the reason you even considered coming to the party at all it wouldn’t be all that bad if he used you as a reward for his efforts, now would it?

“rin!!” you whine, “get out! this is embarrassing!”

suna doesn’t bother listening to your protest. he’s already slid his shirt off, unbuckling his belt watching osamu make you cum.

“move it.” he chuckles, tugging at grey locks.

“hey, i had her first.” osamu scoffs at his friends audacity.

“technically atsumu had her first, but it’s my turn. so, are you gonna keep bitchin’ or get your dick sucked while i fuck her?”

the two boys spoke as of you weren’t even there, like you were just an object for them to play with. this wasn’t about the bet anymore. this was about you, and the fact that they’d never get the opportunity to see your tweaked out, legs spread, off molly ever again.

a once in a lifetime opportunity with you in a position to not protest.

suna’s shadow hovered over you, manipulating your body to fit both of them on osamu’s mattress.

hazy eyes stared into his green ones with incoherent mumbles falling from your lips. seeing you fucked out made him want it that much more.

“hang in there for us pretty.” his voice sounding so sincere, meanwhile rubbing the tip of his cock along your slit.

he pushes into you without warning, stretching your cunt around his girth.

“shit..” he hisses through his teeth. “definitely a virgin, fuck.”

“ah—!” your hand flies to his chest in attempt to get him to slow down. “s’too much..”

“none of that,” osamu coos, grabbing your wrist.

you didn’t even notice that he slid his boxers off, smearing precum on your lips like lipgloss.

“hey ‘samu where’s the—” atsumu says, swinging the door open to the lewdest live scene he’s ever seen. “holy hell.”

“are you gonna stare or join?”

sluttsumu 2023

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[artsy-alice]

KnY Actors AU (Swordsmith Village Edition)

bc i got many tags/replies/messages telling me to do the Actor AU... here i am... look ma I did the Actor AU !!! details/thoughts under the cut!

(for the sake of my sanity I'll just use their character names for everyone lol)

Mitsuri is some sort of popular athlete/gymnast/stuntwoman who posts videos of herself doing stunts... Even before she got cast she's already a popular fancast for the character, helped by her already signature pink hair <3

Tanjiro *is* a popular actor with lots of experience ALSO he's a heartthrob & just super cool & everyone loves him - like he's just perfect Tanjiro.

The two little Nezuko-chans are his actual lil sisters!!! They are twins!!!

Genya and Muichiro are dating irl and they're super cute off-cam - even tho they don't share a lot of scenes this season they always hang out on each other's sets/shoots.

Genya is a quiet bean!! He's just in his corner!! His favorite character is Giyuu (which annoys his onscreen brother lmao Sanemi's like "Why not ME?")

Muichiro & Mitsuri are both super active in social media & post BTS pics!

Inosuke is a dancer and originally applied to be a background stuntperson BUT THEY ARE SO PRETTY and had amazing chemistry with the cast they were casted anyway. They're besties with Nezuko bc I love them so much ur honor.

That's all this is completely self-indulgent I make no promises of more I just wanted to draw my favorite characters ahaha

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #genmui #shinazugawa genya #tokito muichiro #kamado nezuko #kamado tanjiro #kanroji mitsuri #hashibira inosuke #kny actor au #(art) #(fanart) #(september2023)