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#another au....yay...
haro0o · 3 months
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I really enjoy the game! And as you can see here, Catnap is my favorite! :D
Just an Au that cross my dream one night lol
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pixlokita · 5 months
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Another trade/ collab this time a crossover between @cookieruma29 ‘s vengeful Evan AU and into the ballpit AU✨
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miguxadraws · 1 month
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demons being silly
au belongs to @spitinsideme
i love these sillies!!! also loved knowing that ragatha has cat-like behavior because they can be cute and chill but sometimes they just
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flowery-king · 1 year
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'Cover' / One / two (here) / ???
When he snaps tree roots like a twig
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routeriver · 9 months
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can’t wait until tomorrow
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videogamelover99 · 1 year
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U should drop your reverse skk designs
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It's funny of you guys to ask~
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chromatasia · 2 months
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little au idea i had based on art i saw where the three different clover routes are all in one route (geno clover resets and ends up in the pacifist timeline and neutral route… who knows how they got there)
maybe ill write a fic for it. the title would be “three clovers don’t make a patch” :p
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novasintheroom · 29 days
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You always sit close to King Nai during important meetings. It's expected; you're the top royal advisor, after all. You've taken on more than enough suspicious glares from people in the room when you lean over to whisper something in his ear, advising him in the kingdom's matters. Nothing bothers you anymore.
Well, except when Nai subtly reaches under the table to place his hand on your thigh. He does this sparingly; he knows it twists your tongue in knots, and as much as he hates to admit it, there's a reason you're his best advisor. But sometimes he has to get you to quiet down, especially when someone dangerous is in the room. Someone who will go after you if you're both not careful.
And sometimes he'll squeeze your thigh just to see your face flush and your jaw clench. He's a bastard that way.
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cupheadocscasino · 5 months
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trick or treat!
Okay, so I know this is almost three whole weeks late, due to ridiculously high ambitions on a short time limit, but if you're still in a spooky enough mood for a Halloween Party...
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THE HAUNTED HOUSE by New Mayfair Dance Orchestra
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adhdslugcrimes · 21 days
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Closed Mind au
Wally: Uncle Joke, I think I'm in love with my best friend... Any thoughts?
Joker, AceAro old man in a queer platonic relationship with Harley, and is scared of the weird robins (Dick and Tim): and prayers, you'll need them kiddo. Also, balloon poodle, bitches love balloon poodles.
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puppetmaster13u · 8 months
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You may regret this @phoenixcatch7 lol, what if I start spamming you /j
Less cryptid Batman in this particular WIP since it's semi-outsider pov lol (one of two outside person not unnerved by them lol)
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   Clark knew Batman wasn’t human, even before that disaster of a mission where he had let it slip to the others. 
   He’d known for a long time, from one of their early meetups, when Batman had first referred to him as Clark Kent instead of Kal-El, and he had panicked. He hadn’t ever lied to his teammates when he said that the cloak prevented him from seeing his body, but his ears still worked. 
   He’d tried to listen to a heartbeat, to see if his at the time temporary ally was lying when he stated he wasn’t going to tell anyone and… Nothing. There was no heartbeat, no breathing, nothing even remotely human, and if he didn’t know any better, nothing even remotely alive about the silence. 
   He couldn’t help but to pay attention more, to seek out the strange almost silence-feeling that accompanied the Gotham vigilante each time he felt it. It was… almost comforting, like the swaying of branches and the rustling of cloth over stone. Familiar, compared to the hustle and bustle surrounding him in the city. 
   The first thing he had noticed, physically that is, was Batman’s ears. Previously he’d thought the man unemotional, what with the rough voice, expressionless white eyes, cloak-covered body and the gas mask covering a good chunk of his face. 
   Yet the longer he watched, even idly, the more he noticed that while the man’s face or body didn’t show much, his ears did. 
   While Batman could stay silent and still for hours, the long ears twitched and swiveled, catching on the hood that he’d always wear around them. They’d pin back sometimes, a near silent sound he couldn’t quite place accompanying the movement, while other times they’d twist a near full three-sixty, as though searching for whatever sound it had caught. 
   Sometimes, when he’d startled the other vigilante, there’d be rattling noise, like wood and metal clacking together before it was cut off. It was a strange sound, one he’d not heard anywhere else, except with his… friend. 
   Were they friends? He’d like to think so. 
   The next time he was reminded that his friend wasn’t human was when he saw him get injured. It hadn’t been a bad injury, even if the Gothamite’s head had hit the wall with a very loud cracking noise, but he’d still smelled what he’d eventually come to recognize as blood. There was an almost pickle-like scent to it though that wasn’t quite it either. 
   Honestly the closest he could think of describing it was some sort of formaldehyde. And once he focused, he could pick out other things beneath it. Maybe not flesh and blood in the traditional sense, but still. 
   There was always that scent of cloth and wood, but he could smell the black liquid, paint, a metallic thing underneath like iron and steel. No heartbeat, no breath, but life all the same. It was honestly beautiful in a way, like a part of the city the other vigilante called home had come to life. 
   And it wasn’t like Batman minded whenever his own human mask slipped. Clark may have been raised by his Ma and Pa, whom he loved, but it didn’t make his body any more human in nature. There were just some things that he couldn’t change, and it took effort to move like one all day as a civilian when his body wasn’t designed to do so.
   So he stayed quiet for the most part when their group of three grew, and people started to speculate. He diverted the conversations whenever it turned to him, lightly admonishing over the various rumors. 
   It didn’t matter if Batman wasn’t human, he was still his friend, their ally and teammate. Was he curious? Oh of course, he’d gone into journalism for a reason after all, but it was still his friend. If he wanted to tell, he’d tell, and Clark wouldn’t break his trust. 
#possessed doll au#possessed puppet au#This is pretty much the start of the doll reveal I did art for from Clark's and Diana's pov lol#batman au#cryptid batman#clark kent#superman#writing wip#Bruce when Clark first bends an arm in a way a human can't: I shall take note of this to see if I can do this later#Clark: Wow I have a friend who doesn't mind me doing weird things yay!#I like to think that the dolls start getting black veins through the wood like a mimicry of human arteries the longer they're in use#It's a symbiotic relationship that starts semi parasitic but turns mutually beneficial as the bond grows stronger#Diana who is made of clay probably also has a bit of a reveal to her teammates at some point I just realized#Maybe add my kintsugi headcanon for amazons in this oneshot lol#Might post the finished oneshot in AO3 if you'd be fine with it#Absolutely love this AU so much <3<3<3#Bruce is unaware of how expressive his ears are when he doesn't have them tucked down to not hit them on ceilings lol#Clark isn't aware that half the time Bruce is not listening for sounds but listening to comms and for vibrations#Pfft oh I can't wait for Constantine or another magic user meets the batclan for the first time#Just chanting “what the fuck” over and over because *wtf is up with that*#It's like a wooden homunculus thing mixed with a sacrifice and willing possession and so much that *Should Not* be a single creature#How many tags until Tumblr has the munchies and eats them#random thing but wasn't there one series of games or comics or whatever where the batfam had a robotic dog or two#I am *just saying*-#Clark: He don't bite#Batman hunched over like some sort of predator about to pounce with spikes out and rattling/clattering angrily:#Goons & Future JL members: YES HE DO#batman#bruce wayne#dc
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haro0o · 2 months
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He still sane Promise!
He just finished having reading a bedtime story for the “children”! :)
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multicharablack · 10 days
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Kneel or Not
(god Raph x Reader)
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It’s so short then I usually write but meh,it’s good enough,another inspired fic from this post and from @lexiechr’s amazing writing
My taglist,my first time ever and do tell if you want to be removed:(all of the people tagged are my followers and are ‘kinda’ mutuals,since I can’t tag other people cause Im shy)
@jaydawne,@moonbearyyy,@starsinthenigth,@tooreal12-3,@0mysticmidnight0,@serperixr,@reesespiecesofart,@kitty20938xd,@mxnaceo,@turtles-hurtles-with-gurtles,@invisiblehoodie14,@notjustdragonspages
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For as long as you can remember,blood was already in your hands the same day as you held your first sword,crimson copper staining the one that was made to only create 
But you used it to plunder
Bearing fist to collide against skin,knuckles red and black,palms rough and white from the years and years of gripping weapons that slaughtered many and few.Your head was hazy and unforgiving,making you forget what reason that made you seek blood and corpses,but the same time not letting you sleep from the fainting memory of pleading cries and gurgling chocks of last inhale
You wondered and you questioned
Maybe it was because it was the only way you could protect yourself,and your kingdom,from darkness as the same as you.
A shame,you had wished one night that there should have been other ways to shield and protect,other then blood in your sword and scars in your skin.But your heart already had hardened before you had thought of that wish,hard as obsidian that clouded your mind that it was impossible,there was no other way
Or maybe it was because of his fault
You looked at the right,straight towards were the looming crimson temple lay still and impending,along with the large statue it shelters.Red and silver,width that looms a shadow to the watcher in front,motionless but still feels so so conscious,frame covered in spikes and armor,a visible mark that this is the god of war and slaughter,something your people had strangely worshiped.You stood still and made no other move then to watch and silently pray,a habit done unconsciously due to tradition and to give a smudge of uncertain hope for the next battle you must face again, fear and hate both mixing in your words like you dared not to make the latter more visible then the other.
You feared no enemy and no one,but except the god who had made you ‘his’,a figurative collar tight in your neck as to remind of this literal situation,how ironic
“You’ll be safe”
Words that were made for comfort made your spine rattle,twisted truth behind it knowing that,yes,he would protect you-
“I already slaughtered thousands for you…and for your kingdom you protect”
Even if it means taking a mortal life out of this mortal world,Even if it means the blood in your hands weren’t even all your own,just placed by guilt and shame 
“Today is just the same…you know nothing would change”
How ironic
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Have a good day,Should I do Leo next or Mikey?,if ever get another motivational fix that is.
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snazzyladreal · 9 months
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POV : you’re Gorimondo/Gorimonger
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for @jojo-schmo
and thanks to my homie @eliastheownerof0axolotls for pointing out details I missed and saving my ass
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nebulanightsky · 1 year
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Human nightmare is indeed hot killer
Nightmare by Joku
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mari-lair · 5 months
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Hey Mari, I just saw your post, I hope you're okay :(( If you don't mind, could you expand on the Aoi yorishiro one? You may have seen me go insane over that au so I'm really really REALLY sorry for the spam of notifications
I am okay, no worries! It is a bummer to shut down anons, since most of them are just curious or straight-up sweet people who are too shy to show their face, to the point even when I get anxious about a question I rarely feel like the Anon has bad intentions, but it did make me realize I never set boundaries for asks before. I was lucky it hadn't been a problem yet, so that post was basically a little 'i do have boundaries btw, please treat this as a fun fandom blog' message.
And I do not mind expanding on the Yorishiro Aoi ask! I share your insanity over this AU, you have no idea! I plan on either drawing more for it, writing for it, or doing a proper long post on it, when I get the time, so I will keep the info basic for now so as to not spoil too much of any possible projects for the AU:
Akane and Teru got closer during the severance, it's an awkward situation where they have a crush on each other but feel too guilty to pursue a relationship. Akane especially does not want to think about dating after Aoi's death, he will feel any hint of a spark and the wave of love will remind him of the feeling he gets when he used to see Aoi and it will just make him grieve harder/feel conflicted.
Teru feels somewhat guilty for not knowing Aoi well enough to mourn... Or at least, his own mourning feels very insignificant compared to how crushed Akane is.
Teru hears that Aoi is Akane's yorishiro but he cannot see her, for no one can reach the clockkeeper's boundary under normal circumstances and Mirai and Kako don't like visitors. He is more worried than happy for akane about it, unable to tell if it even is Aoi, whatever he is talking to.
Aoi is extremely lonely in the boundary, she tried to distract herself but there isn't much to do. Nothing is alive, is just machines which she has never been particularly been fond of: outside people, she misses her garden and even bugs and cats that hate her.
Akane is very touchy cause a part of him isn't sure she is really there after a year of processing her death, which Aoi both secretly adores (he is so warm, and he pays so much attention to her still, even more than before!) and resent him for it (his love is what trapped her in this mechanical hell in the first place.)
Akane tries to renew his contract with the clock keepers: He is in his third year of high school when the severance is over and he sees Aoi again, so he doesn't have much time until his contract is over and he loses her again
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