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anonymous-dentist · 7 months

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(Read this one-shot first!)

Or: the Return of the Evil Dead au

The forest is cold, and it’s wet, and it’s fucking miserable. Roier is barefoot and in his goddamn pajamas and his neck is bruised and he’s cold, he’s so fucking cold, but-

“Guapito! Come back!”

But it beats the cabin and the talking corpse inside.

Cellbit is. Dead. He’s dead. He’s dead and he wants Roier to be dead with him. Which is crazy, right? He and Roier have (had?) only been together for a year, and dying together is a pretty big commitment.

Except. Except they aren’t dying together. Because Cellbit is already dead. He died while Roier was in the goddamn shower, and now he’s weird. Dead. He’s dead.

Roier’s chest heaves as he pushes his way through the storm and towards where he thinks the cabin’s shitty little toolshed is. When he and Cellbit had first arrived, Roier had gone to check out the shed and he had seen a chainsaw hanging on the wall and he had laughed about how fucking creepy it was, taking a picture and posting it on his Instagram and going back to the cabin and forgetting all about it.

But his phone is in the cabin. Where Cellbit is. Where Cellbit’s corpse is. Because Cellbit is dead, and he’s awfully set on making Roier join him one way or the other.

The rain is like needles against Roier’s skin, but he just grits his teeth and deals with it. Cold rain? Easy. Murderous zombie boyfriend? Scary.

Does Roier actually know how to use a chainsaw? No, but.

Would a chainsaw even work on a dead guy? He’s already dead!

Roier slams himself against the shed’s door to open it just as the realization hits him that his Cellbit is dead. He’s fucking dead. Just like Bobby, only Bobby got the luxury of being buried.

He stumbles into the shed and slams the door shut behind him. After a moment of vague panic-thought, he pulls a tool chest in front of the door to block it.

No windows, just the door. The blocked door.

It’s only as Roier leans against a wall and puts his face in his hands that he realizes that he’s crying.

“What the fuck,” he gasps, eyes stinging.

He pulls his hands away and wipes at his tears furiously, borderline slapping his own face because maybe he’ll just wake up. It’s all a dream! He’s going to wake up and he’ll be in his bed back home and Cellbit will be alive and breathing next to him and he won’t be dead and-

The wall next to Roier’s head explodes as a pale fist punches through it.

Roier, frankly, screams and pushes himself off the wall, tripping his way across the shed and pressing himself against the opposite wall. Unbreathing.

The hand in the wall flails around for a moment before retreating. And then Roier watches as a pair of his socks is pushed through it. They tumble to the floor and roll to his feet as if pulled on a string.

“You forgot your shoes, pendejo,” Cellbit laughs. But it isn’t his laugh, but it is, but it really fucking isn’t- it’s too harsh, kinda like a screen door scraping against itself.

Roier stares at his socks. They were a gift from Jaiden. For Christmas. They matched hers. And Bobby’s. Bobby hated it. He wore them, anyway.

His head snaps towards the door as it suddenly rattles on its hinges, curving inwards like it’s rubber as something presses against it from the outside. If he looks hard enough, he can see the imprint of his dead boyfriend in it like he’s a goddamn cartoon. A hand presses into the door, streeeeeeetching it as it- as he reaches for Roier.

And then the door snaps back into place, and it’s quiet.

Roier swallows. He’s crying again. He wants to go home. But home’s why he’s here in the first place, isn’t it? It was too quiet. Cellbit had suggested a vacation, he knew a place out in the woods his sister owned. A vacation sounded nice. But now Cellbit is dead, and Roier’s starting to realize why Bagi had disappeared seemingly off of the face of the earth just a month ago.

He looks around the shed. Chainsaw. He wants… he wants the chainsaw. Maybe he can’t kill his freaky zombie boyfriend again, but he sure as hell can slow him down long enough for Roier to at least try and make it to town.

God, he’s thinking about cutting his boyfriend up with a chainsaw.

But the chainsaw isn’t on the wall.

Vaguely, Roier can hear himself laughing. He stumbles to where the chainsaw used to be, and he presses both hands and his forehead against the wall where the chainsaw used to be, and he slams his hands against the wall where the chainsaw used to be, and he screams.

Okay. Okay! No chainsaw. But how fast can a zombie be, really?

Roier’s eyes squeeze shut, and then he backs up from the wall. Slowly. Breathing, in and out, just the way his doctor said to. In, and out. In, and out. In-

The ground shakes.

Roier’s eyes snap open just in time for him to watch half a dozen skeletal arms erupt out of the mossy floorboards and start reaching for him, groaning and snarling and clawing hard enough to peel their fingernails off and draw blood.

“What the fuck?” Roier shouts. He skitters backwards, narrowly avoiding getting snagged by the ankle. “What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck- what the fuck kind of vacation is this!”

The arms don’t answer, but the door does. The knots in its wood twist into a deformed smiley face, and it says in a woman’s voice, “Join us, Roier!”

The arms swipe at him. One manages to drag its sharpened nails across his ankle, nearly snapping his Achilles tendon.

Roier swears and kicks at it, not really doing much damage with his, again, bare-fucking-feet, but he manages to make it flinch badly enough to allow him enough time to hop onto a table and pull his legs up beneath him.

He looks at the door, and he flips it off with both hands.

“Fuck you!” he yells. “You killed my boyfriend, culero!”

He’s shouting at a door. Cellbit is dead, and Roier is shouting at a door.

The hands in the ground all flip him off back.

Roier gasps and sticks his tongue out, a very normal reaction, actually.

But then the ground shakes once more and the arms start expanding into shoulders, and then torsos, and then legs and- ooooooh fuck.

Roier scoots back along the table until his back hits a wall of regular saws. But what the hell can a saw do against a guy? Or. A corpse. Corpses, multiple. It’s not like a saw is a sword!!

Still, he grabs one off of the wall behind him and takes in a deep breath. He isn’t going to die, but… but if he is, he isn’t going to go out easy. He isn’t Cellbit, he isn’t just going to let some fucking demons kill him!

The door screeches out a laugh, the swarm of headless zombies laughing along with it with the voices of a children’s choir.

Then, in Bobby’s voice, the door says, “What’s the matter, scared?”

And then Roier hears it, the buzzing.

And then the door screams as it’s slowly cut in half by a goddamn chainsaw.

“Selfish!” it wails.

The corpses all turn to face the… dying? The dying door, arms outstretched and annoyed as the door falls to pieces and goes blessedly silent.

Silhouetted by a flash of lighting and accompanied by an angry roll of thunder, Cellbit kicks the tool chest out of the way and trampled on the door’s remains as he enters the shed, chainsaw in hand. His eyes glow red, and his skin is so pale it’s bordering on a sickly blueish-purple, and his hair is a mess, but he sees Roier, and he blushes a dusty charcoal-y black.

And then one of the zombies swipes at him with a hiss, and his face twists into a grotesque caricature of itself, fangs and everything unholy.

“Stay away from my fucking fiancé,” he snaps, and then he lunges for the zombies with a sneer.

Even across the room, Roier gets a mouthful of decayed black blood as the zombie is cut in half and its blood sprays goddamn everywhere.

He has just enough time to cover his nose and mouth with the collar of his shirt before the next zombie is cut. And then the next. And the next and the next and the next, and Cellbit is insulting the zombies in Portuguese and Roier can’t move and he doesn’t know why and Cellbit has the chainsaw and he’s dead. Cellbit is dead.

He blinks, and the zombies are dead. Another blink, and cold, gentle hands are wiping the blood out of his eyes. A concerned frown, a soft kiss to Roier’s forehead.

“I brought you your shoes,” Cellbit quietly says. His hands cup Roier’s cheeks, his thumbs stroking the skin under his eyes. Another forehead kiss. “May I?”

Maybe Roier’s in shock, but he nods. He drops the saw, and he drops the saw, and he lets his shirt fall from his face.

Cellbit nods as well and lets go, shambling across the length of the shed. He crouches and picks up Roier’s socks- now soaked and bloody. He wades through the corpses and drops to his knees in front of Roier, looking up at him through sticky, clumped-together bangs. He looks almost normal. Alive, almost. But he isn’t. He’s dead.

Where’s the chainsaw?

Gently, he tugs at Roier’s legs until they’re hanging over the edge of the table, and he pulls Roier’s socks on for him, one at a time. It’s romantic as hell. Roier wants to throw up.

“I don’t want to die,” Roier says.

Cellbit nods. He reaches into his jeans’ back pocket and pulls out Roier’s shoes, pressed together and flattened beyond all belief. God, they were expensive-

“I know,” Cellbit says. He shoves one of Roier’s shoes onto a foot and starts tying it. “I won’t let them kill you, I promise.”

He moves onto the next shoe. Roier can see his finger bones through his skin, half of them look to be broken. He can’t breathe.

“But-”

He’s cut off by a kiss, so sweet it’s rotten. Cellbit’s lips are chapped, of course they are. He’s dead, after all. The dead don’t carry lip balm with them.

Probably.

Against Roier’s lips and holding Roier’s face just so tenderly, Cellbit murmurs, “I’m the only one allowed to kill you. You’re my fiancé.”

Roier’s blood runs cold and he suddenly pushes Cellbit away, hopping off the table and looking for the goddamn chainsaw, where the fuck is the fucking chainsaw?

He freezes as Cellbit’s chin hooks over his shoulder, freezing skeletal arms looping around his middle and pulling him flush against a chest so caved in that Roier can feel Cellbit’s spine pressing against his.

“I love you,” Cellbit sighs. “I just want to be married to you, you know? I don’t get why you’re trying to run away from me.”

Roier lets out a shaky breath. Fuck, he’s going to cry again.

“You’re dead,” he replies. He swallows and looks firmly up at the blood-covered ceiling. “I can’t marry a corpse, Cellbit. That’s creepy.”

“Hey, wrong with two corpses marrying each other? It’s romantic!”

“It’s fucked up!”

“You said ‘yes’!”

“I was… confused!”

Because he was, wasn’t he? He still is. Twenty-four hours ago, he and Cellbit were in their bed scrolling through TikTok together. And now? Cellbit is dead. Cellbit is dead, and Roier is supposed to join him.

Cellbit huffs and turns Roier around to face him, hands firmly settling on Roier’s hips. He’s frowning, eyes still faintly glowing that hellish red. It’s almost attractive. Almost.

Almost.

This may require a different tactic. But what…?

Roier gasps, suddenly, face falling into shock. “Wait, I know why I can’t marry you right now!”

Apparently, dying killed half of Cellbit’s sexy little brain cells because he asks, “What? What is it?”

Roier bites his lip and looks away, forcing himself to wrap his arms around Cellbit’s shoulders.

“I mean, besides the ‘corpse’ thing,” he says, “I don’t have a ring for you. I can get used to us being dead, but I will not die before I get you a ring. I refuse.”

Cellbit hums thoughtfully. “I mean, it’s fine. I don’t need one…”

“No, you do! It isn’t fair!” Roier pouts, fighting down a smirk as he watches Cellbit melt the way he always does when Roier breaks out the puppy eyes. “How are all the other zombies supposed to know you’re mine if you don’t have a ring, too?”

‘Yours,’ Cellbit mouths. His eyes are wide and glittering.

Hook, line, and sinker.

Roier looks up at Cellbit through his eyelashes, fluttering them for effect.

“I bet your sister had one lying around in the cabin she wouldn’t mind us using,” he says. “We can go look for one.”

Cellbit immediately nods, a grin splitting his face wide open. Literally. It cracks open like an egg, teeth showing up to his molars.

“Guapito…” he whispers, reverent. At least this hasn’t changed in death.

Roier forces a smile. “Gatinho. Come on, let’s hurry, okay?”

He peels himself out of Cellbit’s hold and only halfway flinches as Cellbit takes his hand and trails behind like the lovesick fool he is. Was? Is.

On their way out of the shed, Cellbit picks up his chainsaw off of the floor with one hand. Fuck. Okay.

“What do you think about a spring wedding?” he asks.

It’s June now. Spring won’t be for another year.

Roier thinks back to the record and its promises of undead world domination.

This could be a problem.

“I think…” he hums, trailing off as they step out into the storm. The rain is cold, but not as cold as the pit in his stomach.

He looks towards the road back to town, unlit and probably super haunted.

Then, he looks back at Cellbit, who is looking at him with eyes as soft as the mud their car is stuck in. He’s mushy.

“I think that dying turned you into a pendejo,” Roier says, and then he jerks out of Cellbit’s grip and bolts towards the road.

“Hey!” Cellbit protests. “Rude!”

And then, once again, the chase is on.

#spiderbit horror au #a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose.#tw blood #this au is my baby #I’ve seen the originals soooo many times

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noodlehaku · 8 months

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I love your mdzs avatar the last airbender au so so sooooo much!!! Do you have any thoughts on what kind of benders/nations the other mdzs characters might be? (Also your art is so wonderful in general I've loved everything you've posted for this fandom, thank you for sharing your art with us!)

I’m glad you like it!! ATLA and MDZS are some of my pieces of media, so I love being able to weave their worlds together. I struggled between whether to make Wei Wuxian an airbender or a firebender, and that really played into my world building for this AU. While I think the dynamic, kick & flip-heavy fire bending martial style (alongside their dress code) really fits Wei Wuxian, I decided to make wwx an airbender due to his carefree and fun-loving personality, and Baoshan Sanren being an airbender.

Backstory-wise, Baoshan Sanren is the leader of a small collective of remaining air nomads living secluded on a mountain. Air bender Cangse Sanren left to roam the world, and she eventually met Wei Changze, a water bender from the Jiang swamp tribe.

The Nie live in hostile mountainous regions and are earthbenders renowned for their extraordinary strength.

The Jin make up another part of the earth kingdom, and are specialty metal benders. They’re very affluent due to their weapons and jewelry trade. I like to headcanon the Mo clan being sand benders— for no actual reason. I just think sand bending is neat. If Wei Wuxian were to be reborn as Mo Xuanyu in this AU, that’d make him one of them.

The Lan are the equivalent of the northern water tribe; they live far north & are surrounded by snow and ice. Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji are the first and second princes, respectively.

The Wen are the fire nation— as much as I didn’t want to fall into stereotypes, it just works too well. They literally live on a volcano & attack the other kingdoms in order to “share their wealth of knowledge”. They have the Jin crafting their metal tanks because Jin Guangshan is a power-hungry POS.

Additional points:

I like to think of Meng Yao as a really crafty non-bender; constantly underestimated because of his perceived weakness. He uses that against them.

Nie Huaisang is an earthbender. He just pretends he isn’t. All non-benders in the Nie clan are still extraordinary warriors— like the kyoshi warriors!

The Meishan Yu tribe are firebenders; lightning benders, to be exact. Madam Yu is a lightning bender. I’m as of yet undecided on whether Jiang Cheng's bending takes after his mother or father.

Jiang Yanli is a healer!! A really good one!!

Wen Ning is a non-bender, but a very good archer. Wen Qing uses lightning bending to defibrillate people.

Lan Qiren IS master pakku.

Wei Wuxian can see spirits!! He is a very spiritual boy!! Instead of inventing demonic cultivation, he invents spirit-bending and learns energy-bending from the lion turtles.

Blood bending is forbidden in the Lan Sect. Lan Wangji's mother was secluded for practicing blood bending.

#i hope this was helpful #this AU is my baby #mdzs #the untamed #mdzs atla AU #mdzs benders

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theabyssgazesalsointoyou · 5 months

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my dark academia au fic has been posted 👍

#bmc #be more chill #bmc da au #the abyss writes back to you #this au is my baby

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lucidiferneedssleep · 5 months

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Look at this for no apparent reason other than that he's pretty

I SWEAR I'LL START WRITING ABOUT HIM ON AO3.... Someday....

#i will make lore about this dw #for my own personal au #art #artwork #nightmare sans #dreamtale #fanart #SLAY #i love them to death #this au lives in my head rent free #this au has me in a chokehold #this au is my baby #truly scrumptious #the scrunkly #yippee #this is my roman empire #my hyperfixations

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infectedpaul · 6 months

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alright . laying it out there i thought LONG and hard abt this .

twilight - paul

rainbow dash - emma

applejack - bill

fluttershy - charlotte

pinkie pie - ted (SORRY)

rarity - professor hidgens

#dex says things #this au is my baby

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beangirl73047 · 1 year

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I have an idea for a one piece au

So, Ace dies at Marineford, fist through the chest, you get it.

Afterwards though (beforehand?) Ace wakes up years in the past, on Dawn Island, in the forest. He’s still 20, and he has all the abilities he had before and all the knowledge, but he’s in the past. Ace realizes pretty quickly what happened and remembers his brothers face as he died. Ace swears that his little brother won’t have to cry like that again, because he won’t die again. Ace ends up meeting little Ace and when they’re introducing themselves, Big Ace calls himself ‘Chance’ after the second chance he received. Chance decides to raise the ASL brothers and save Sabo (Ace believed his brother was dead when he died). Chance ends up being Mama Chance to the three and rolls with it. Luffy would still want to be pirate king, and Ace and Sabo want to be pirates that live life without any regrets. Ace and Sabo set sail together at 17, but they’re so much more powerful because they had Chance taught them Haki and actually trained them versus them just fighting stuff to learn to fight. They set sail and become great pirates, Sabo and Ace decide to split up amicably because Sabo wants to join the revolutionary army and help those that the government(s) screwed over and Ace wants to stay a pirate. Ace would also feel different about his dad because Chance would totally get all the stuff people said about Roger out of his head and tell him the truth. So, Ace joining the Whitebeard pirates may go about different. Luffy would probably stay about the same, but he’d leave Dawn Island stronger and maybe with a bit more knowledge about the grand line and stuff.

#this au is my baby #I have more #I will add more #one piece #Ace #one piece Ace #sabo one piece #luffy one piece #monkey d luffy #this may or may not be a trans! Ace au #which one?#guess.#second chance #mama Chance au #I have had this on my mind forever now

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mattieflyingfoxshadow · 8 months

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Okay, So I know I mentioned on here through tags mostly that I have a Danganronpa Fantasy AU.

I have revamped an old blog I had about it! For those interested in it You can follow the side blog @reading-between-truth-and-lies

Me and my partner (@lookoutfortrashcansyosuke) will be mostly putting up text posts, lore, drabbles, and just gushing here about the verse. There is some stuff there from when it was an ask blog but we promise to be posting semi-regularly or as much as we can.

#mattie rambles #my danganronpa fantasy Au #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa au #this AU is my baby #I love it so much

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pinkprincessia-art · 10 months

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It disappeared before I could reply, but I would love to see more art for Story of Evil. I found you and loved your artwork and style, so when I learned you did Vocaloid aus, I knew instantly I would love anything you produced. So in general I wouldn’t mind seeing any Vocaloid story for FE, but Evillious Chronicles has a hold on my brain so anything pertaining to that would be lovely!

My bad I have a bad habit of deleting txt posts after a bit every now and then

OOo thank you! Hearing that means so much to me!

I used to do alot of Vocaloid type of AU art, when I was younger and it was always so much fun.... and then I stopped for some reason and after a lot of unfortunate life events happened a couple of years I was like "Oh why don't I go back to doing this? I had so much fun, but do it with FE" and its been a bad case of the brain worms ever since.

The Evilious Chronicles have always been my favorite song series... at first I told myself I was just going to go based on the songs and not all of the outside lore (it was tempting! but with this being a side passion project I really didn't and still dont have the time to go and hope I could find good translations read all of the light novels and do a deep dive) But its fine because my idea was "what if pocessed by evil dragon" rather than being the vessel of a sin.

I ended up choosing mostly Nohr siblings (because bias) minus Elise because she is too pure... and I think it ended up being pretty solid. Daughter/Servant of Evil - Corrin Twins (obviously... it really started because I craved a love triangle between Corrin Laslow and Azura.... and it fuels me.

I actually have plans to add illustrations for the Daughter of White. It took me a while to figure out who to put in Haku's role.... and I finally decided on Felicia. It felt the most right.)

Evil Food Eater - Camilla It seemed fun.... and cannibal camilla doesn't feel wrong I ended up giving the Kaito role to Kaze (for morbid shippy purposes)

Gift From the Princess who Brought Sleep - Azura I had a hard time picking for this one, I sat on it because at this point I had already decided I wanted to stick to mostly the Fates cast if I could (minus one). And Elise.... really-really didnt fit any of them the more I played around with it in my sketchbook the more I liked it for Azura! (Also yes I through Laslow in there too because he is my fav and I love him and I stuffed in everywhere I could)

Still working on how I want her dress to look but I like sketching when I have the ideas to come back to later. Corruption of Judgement - Leo

There was just no thought, I knew it had to be Leo. Also yes it means I will be drawing Forrest as "Master of the Court"

Duke of Venomania's Madness - Xander I.. was not sure about this one! But at this point I was pretty much sticking to Royals and those with ties to Nohr. Once again I plan to draw Laslow in Kaito's role because I am predictable and simplistic like that.

Tailor of Enbizaka - F!Robin/Grima The only NONE Fates related one. I could have stuck with it and picked a Hoshidan Princess... but idk I like the idea of Robin slowly descending into madness and murdering chroms family one by one and then him.

Muzzle of Nemesis - ???? I dont remember if I've mentioned this one because I think I might have but I'm gonna try to keep it on the downlow to keep with the whole "Master of the Hellish Yard" Vibes.

Adkadoiaj sorry for the word vomit is that, this is the craziest most involved fan-project I've ever done. And its insane how much thought I ended up putting into it, when at first it just was gonna be all "Ahahha I wanna draw Art-"covers" to my favorite vocaloid songs" Now each one is gonna have a handful of pieces to them.

#Txt post #rubystar2029 #Vocaloid Au #This AU is my baby #Talk to me about it and you'll be my friend #Also this sorta doubles as a sketchdump sorta doesnt it

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