#( au. )

[shininglapischan]

My guts is telling me that Mars might cry when he finds out about the 'Everyone can be happier this way' incident.

Idkk man I just have a headcanon that Mars would only get emotional if Earth tries or injures himself, heck he really cares for him a lot, even when he's mad. Shit I don't think that doesn't make any sense but idc, CURSE MY GUTS!

Can't wait what really happens in "The Rocky Planets" episode :3!

#solarballs #fanart #art #solarballs earth #earth #solarballs venus #venus #planets #mars #solarballs mars #headcanon #predictions #solar system #au. #angst #oof my art i guess

[thepigeonking25]

Gen loss x TMA

#tma podcast #tma fanart #gen loss #generation loss #gen loss fanart #ranboo #ranboolive #ranboolive fanart #arg. #eyes #horror #fanart #the magnus archive #au. #eye avatar

[teuchisrinnegan]

no thoughts, head full of casabelle

#casabelle. #tatennant #catherine tate #david tennant #casanova 2005 #gullivers travels #au. #period au. #crossover

[shelikeswongkarwai]

[ vending machine redux ]

ft. @051688 / this just came out of me randomly this morning (you’ll be able to tell lol)

The train pulls away but she’s not on it when it does. Not anymore. The clawing in her belly, the anxious strum of heat in her chest— it compels her to get off at the last minute in the hopes that when she races back, he’ll still be there. She doesn’t know that for sure. But at least she can say she tried, can’t she? Jaw clenched, she’s nearly out of breath, but she’s made it back outside and the entrance is empty but for stragglers now. She sighs. Her belly cramps. But then she sees him. His back has grown smaller as he returns back the way they came, and she has just enough juice left in her to catch up to him and punch his shoulder from behind.

“Oi!” The shock is blatant on his face but so is what she thinks might be relief behind his eyes. But perhaps she’s just projecting. Whatever the case, she’s catching her breath now and uselessly points at him in childish frustration. “Why didn’t you stop me? I wanted you to stop me.”

She knows things are a lot more complicated than that. For all her youth, she’s not stupid, just twenty two. She knows what the ring on his finger means, but a part of her can’t help but wonder about the pull between them either. He looks torn. He’s looked that way for most of the night but it only truly hit her as she settled into an empty seat on the train what it meant. Because she saw the same expression reflected on her own face as she peered out the window.

“…drinks at mine?” The nerves have returned as she swallows and deflates. It hits her that maybe she’s messed up. She’s just missed her last train. Because of a man. Granted, not just any man— a married man. She can hear her friends’ admonishment already in her ears.

Time slows as he stares. She knows he’s thinking, it’d be weird if he weren’t, she thinks she’d reconsider everything if he didn’t take pause. But then he nods and he’s hailing down a taxi as nerves are replaced with relief then the hyper awareness that she’s getting into a taxi with a stranger and giving her address. Well, not a real stranger. There was an ease. A familiarity in the space of the night as they talked at the bar, and she tried her hardest not to stare at his hand because then she’d see the ring again and her conscience would tell her to stop.

The ride is awkward. Just a little bit. Maybe because their knees brush together or maybe because the passing streetlights dance across his face and she can tell they’re both stealing glances when they think the other’s not looking. At a red light though, they catch each other’s eyes and she laughs. She can’t help it. She feels a little silly but it’s freeing in a way because he laughs too and finally some of the tension dissipates.

Finally at her apartment, he paid the fare which made her huff and he called it cute, she warns him as she unlocks her door. “I hope you like dogs. She’s harmless. But big.” There’s a good chance the doberman is asleep at this time of night, but she can never be too sure. She offers him slippers and is happy to see she hadn’t left her apartment in too big of a mess before hurrying out this morning.

She knows he’s taking everything in as she wanders off to the kitchen for glasses and whatever liquor she has left. “Nice place you got.” She grins to herself, he’s being nice. It’s fine. It does the job for a girl living on her own in Tokyo. The only saving grace is all the personalization, pictures strewn across the wall and countertops, vinyls and books littered together, figures propped in a corner that her dog can’t get to— it’s home.

She pours them some whiskey, a gift from her manager, and gestures for him to sit on the couch. The lamp partially lights up the room, but the bulb’s dying. Sat beside him again, she tries to pretend it’s like the bar, but that’s difficult with no one else around and the very little space left between them glaringly obvious to her thigh.

But they return to talking, hushed, the ease eventually creeps back in and before she knows it, she’s turned to face him, legs crossed on her couch, nursing a half drunk glass, cheeks hurting from how hard she grins.

“Just admit it. You’re old and out of touch. It happens to the best of us— not me though.” She teases, a little too proud, enabled by the amusement in his look but something else flashes there. She can’t make it out fast enough because suddenly he’s much closer than before, faces so close she can feel his breath on her nose and count his lashes if she tried.

That look’s returned. That torn expression she’s come to recognize. She wonders if she looks up at him the very same. She wonders if he can hear the high speed fluttering of her heart, it races so fast, she thinks it might careen out of her chest. There’s a part of her that wants to close the gap entirely. But another part that knows by getting off the train and stopping him, she’s done her part. All she can do now is wait. Sit and stare in the dark.

“This feels like a dream. What if I kiss you, only to wake up?“ Her eyes squeeze shut. What he describes sounds like a nightmare. When she wakes up, she wants to wake up knowing this was all real. Maybe he senses that trepidation. Or maybe she’s just full of it. But one second he’s married and the next he presses something small and hard in her hands. Before she can ask what, he meets her halfway and kisses her.

It’s just like his books. She feels like Annora that first time her lips graze Gerold’s and she shakes because this isn’t what real life is supposed to be like and maybe he’s right maybe it is a dream which means she better hold on tight or else she’ll forget this ever happened.

They kiss and they kiss until one of them has to catch their breath and then they kiss again; a big hand around her neck, long fingers clenched in his hair. What feels like hours pass just like that and they somehow have the wherewithal to keep every other part of their bodies to themselves. Probably because they know if they dare risk any more, any lower, that there’s no coming back from what they’ve just done.

She feels sixteen again, kissing in cars until it’s time for them to head home. But she’s already home. And his wedding ring is fisted so hard in her left hand, she almost wishes it would disintegrate. But she’s not nearly strong enough. And that’s probably for the best because they finally have it in them to stop, their breaths are shallow and hard and fill the silence of her apartment as she wordlessly puts it back on his finger.

No harm, no foul right?

Her lips hurt, she can tell they’re swollen, but it’s the good kind of ache. The kind she’ll dredge up to the forefront of her mind when she feels like remembering the electricity struck between their mouths and the electric wire that was his tongue tasting her own.

“Stay the night.” Her voice is smaller than she likes, she sounded a lot more confident in her head, but her vocal cords apparently hadn’t gotten the message. A calloused thumb runs over the jut of her lower lip, it’s like a silent apology but she hopes he doesn’t apologize because she’s not sorry.

“I can’t be trusted.” He says simply.

“I trust you.” Dark eyes follow her mouth when she speaks and soon they’re back on her own, they glitter sharply under the dimmed light of her lamp. She sucks in a shaky breath. Fingers cradle her chin and it hits her that she doesn’t have it in her to stop him if he kisses her again. Even if it means he’s wearing his ring this time.

Her eyes flutter shut but the tension is suddenly broken by a familiar bark and the click of paws on the floor. She laughs to herself. He stiffens, caught off guard. But her dog is as friendly as they come and she’s curious and immediately takes to him, and he to her, she’s always been a Casanova. She could learn a thing or two from the easily excitable animal.

The rest of the night involves him cradling her dog between them and her feigning disbelief that she’d steal his attention like that. It was probably for the best. Who knows what they may have gotten up to otherwise. He does end up staying the night, but he sleeps out on the couch, and she stares at her open doorway hoping he’ll appear. But he never does. And she knows that’s for the best too.

Morning comes and he’s gone, but he’s left her a well made breakfast waiting for her on the table and the book she’d been reading last night signed with a note tucked between the pages that read: ‘So it wasn’t a dream. I’d almost hoped it was. Maybe it’s better this way, because I don’t deserve you yet. But on the off chance I do someday and you find yourself in the Big Apple, call me.’ A number that isn’t from Japan is tacked on at the end and she’s mindlessly typing it into her phone over and over again while she nibbles on the pancakes he made.

She has to make it to New York. She can’t afford not to.

#051688 #au. #sp. #( apologies for the crappiness i really just want this out of my system bc i don’t know why it decided to exist in the first place LOL #( my brain won’t work on all my other unfinished paras but it’ll randomly write one an hour before my alarm goes off for work ok thx

[sunhated-a]

🌺 (heian verse 🥺)

"What I like about Inosuke? Everything."

Young Inosuke is so full of life, it's almost contagious. With the way his eyes lit up when he was telling Muzan some outlandish story, to the way he ate his food with gusto. And how big he smiled when they went on one of their outings and found something new to bring back.

But most of all, his kind heart that was hidden underneath that prickly hide.

Everything about the boy encourages Muzan to live his life to the fullest, no matter what.

"I don't know where he came from, or who sent him but... I'm glad."

#ic. #timeline ; heian era. #au. #AUUUGHHHHHHH AAAAAAAH

[deltaruneweirdlyrewritten]

Introducing...Susy! The quiet dinosaur!

(Susie swap Kirs)

Despite her intimidating size, she's actually very shy and doesn't speak a lot.

She holds many secrets to herself, to many secrets... almost like she's trapped in chains.

#deltarune #deltarune au #deltarune fanart #au. #susie deltarune #deltarune susie #WeirdlyRewrittenAu #lancer deltarune #deltarune kris

[ave-dominus-nostramos]

@divinacaptivus X

Curze lowers his hood to reveal an age-worn face, one much changed from the young man his father had know. This one bore deeper lines and darker shadows beneath his eyes. The pale blue veins that once threaded his skin were more prominent than ever, giving him the impression of being shot through with lightning.

"Disappointed, Father? Dont worry, I assure you that the feeling is mutual."

There was a time when he'd loved his Father dearly as any good son would. He had loved Him and been repaid with lies and the decimation of his Legion. In the end, his consort was right: His Father was nothing more than a selfish man who loves only His ambitions. May He lie in the ashes of them, Lita. We serve a purer ideal than His petty conquests now.

He expected to feel some sense of vindication at the sight of his Father laid low, some burning righteous anger at His betrayal. But the millenia have burnt through his rage and withered what remained of his affection, leaving only contempt in its wake.

"Step aside before you dirty my robes. I didn't come for you."

#divinacaptivus #ic #au.

[dominaelumine]

some random star trek au notes

tandy is definitely part of the science department. she could easily fit into the command track (gold) or security (red) but she likes to stay under the radar and studying alien plants is the best way to do that!!

why does she want to stay under the radar? well, she's not entirely human and she doesn't want to disclose that. tandy's father is a loa, a secretive ancient species with only a few members left. I'm imagining a kind of ego-from-gotg2 kind of situation, aka; being of ridiculous power fathers child with human woman for malicious and manipulative reasons

inevitably this causes some problems and eventually comes out but hey-

getting into starfleet has basically been tandy's sole goal since childhood (because her life on earth sucks ASS-) and she didn't really care what she had to do to get in. extra credit work? stealing money to fund extracurriculars? stealing the test answers? sleeping with the professors? you got it!

as such tandy has a great fear of losing what she has, and kind of overworks herself to try to compensate for that. though she is very bubbly and friendly with everyone she doesn't know how to actually get close to anyone and so is somewhat lonely on the ship

but she's in space! and she loves her job. just don't ask her too many questions about herself

#au. #writing. #// in a very st mood at the moment

[angelgalaxy10]

P.d.:si sabes el idioma ingles ahi los vas a entender:>

#dreamcore #weirdcore #pepper's playhouse #au.

[writingsofwesteros]

Dark!Bad boy!Aegon taking Innocent!Good girl!Y/n to her first party, she’s clinging onto him no matter what, they will be sitting on the sofa as aegon talks to his friends whilst drinking and smoking, y/n would sitting on his lap with her head in his neck, as he strokes her hair, kissing her forehead muttering if she’s ok. Even though aegon is corrupting her, he isn’t letting any of his friends touch her, glaring at them when they look at her for to long

She's his to corrupt thank you very much.

#au. #his corruption

[straye]

𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄: STARDEW VALLEY (+VARIATIONS).

(stardew picrew source + minor edits)

Kogami Shinya is a washed up city slicker and a somewhat recent addition to Pelican Town. In his previous city, he was a reputable detective with plenty of solved cases under his belt; while it remains a mystery to his superiors why someone with his pedigree might leave the force, he grew disillusioned with both the city life and law enforcement culture after a particularly daunting case involving the death of a subordinate and he moved somewhere where nobody knew his name or his past into a small plot of land where he's taken up farming.

in one variation, he's pelican town's newest detective / private investigator, though it's not his primary source of income, what with the town's sleepy sense of peace (though, ever so often, his reputation proceeds him, and he gets out-of-town jobs) as well as his insistence on performing his duty for the people out of the goodness of his heart. more often than not, he's doing odd jobs around town, getting extra money from his farm, or taking part in some of the adventurer's guilds' operations.

in another variation, he leaves his detective background completely behind and is a tutor alongside Penny at the library, putting his teaching license to good use and specializing in social studies. On his off time, he still gets money from his farm and the adventurer's guild.

He can also be joined by his adoptive daughter Tenzing Wangchuk.

Below are a list of Kogami's preferences.

LOVES:

"How'd you know I loved this? Thanks."

All Universal Loves. Survival Burger, Cigarette, Triple Shot Espresso, Cherry, all meat dishes.

LIKES:

"This was really nice of you. Thanks."

All Universal Likes. Beer. Eggs.

NEUTRAL:

"Thanks."

All Universal Neutrals. All Artisan Goods. Mead. Some fish dishes.

DISLIKES:

"Oh."

All Universal Dislikes. All Fish.

HATES:

"... do you want me to hold this or something?"

All Universal Hates. All Vegetables + vegetarian dishes.

#au.

[erinevrly]

@rcsechild  ;  daddy  &  daughter  parallels!

#rcsechild #family. #au. #i've had them saved in drafts for ages smh #edits. #girl red.

[shelikeswongkarwai]

[ school dazed and confused ]

ft. bohyun @051688 in an au

Their ages usually stay the same in the verses she imagines except for a certain few. In this one they both go to the same school. He’s a year older than her because it just doesn’t seem right that he wouldn’t be. From what he’s told her he was the nerdy jock that somehow toed the line between cool and uncool, which would make her the irresponsible goth princess that still makes good grades while still spending most of her weekends out being with friends or catching a show in some college kid’s garage.

But none of that matters. Not really.

What matters is that they go to the same school and they just so happen to take a class together. English specifically because English is her favourite and she’s proficient enough that her teacher recommends she move up a year in her class. So she does. And that isn’t necessarily where they meet but it’s where she sees him most of the time. Him in the little gaggle of bros in the corner she would never in a million years associate with because ew how boring is that. Varsity jackets? Please. Varsity jackets in high school? Gag. But she knows he’s smart. And she knows he’s not nearly as bad as the others.

And maybe that’s why she bothers him. Maybe that’s why she corners him in the library where she knows he’ll be like clockwork after school on a day he doesn’t have practice. Because he’s on the swim team or something, some sport where he wears tight things, she doesn’t really pay that much attention. But she knows he’ll be there, so that’s where she is. For once he’s alone, which she figures is as good a sign as any for her to plop herself down beside him and slam a hastily stapled stack of papers before him. She figures the cover page will tell him everything he needs to know. They’re in the same class, they’re working on the same assignment, ultimately different subject matter, but it still counts for 30% of their final grade and it’s due in three days.

“Word on the street is that you’re doing pretty good in O’Grady’s class. So, I want you to help me.” Chances are he would just stare, chances are even higher that he might not know who she is. She’s kind of counting on that, because she figures if he doesn’t know who she is, there’s a better chance he won’t say no. So she offers up what she thinks is a charming grin, little does she know he had that market cornered long before she could ever try.

But all that matters is that she has his attention.

Her paper, finished for the most part, is on top of whatever textbook he was reading and she sits there staring. Kind of hoping he won’t ask too many questions. But what normal person wouldn’t, right? She’s a whirlwind of long dark hair unkempt at the ends, chokers layered around her neck, doc martens overworn and scuffed, a usually oversized flannel tied around her waist to reveal a band tee (NIN today) and jeans torn at the knees with real pockets (they’re thrifted of course). And he’s not. The exact opposite in fact. But she isn’t deterred. Their stubbornness usually remains intact through the verses.

His look is disbelieving and Elena can’t blame him, but maybe she can? She’s heard he tutors, although she’s also heard his sessions devolve into something more sex education adjacent but when he finally answers with an affirmative, she sees her opening and he’s doomed. The figurative door is kept wide open as she coerces him into looking her paper over and arguing when she disagrees with a correction he wants to make. But for the most part the next two hours are spent getting exactly what she wants, even if the librarian has to come around at least three times to shush them. The matron was used to such shenanigans from her but clearly not from him based on the suspicious looks she sent them.

And that would be the start of their haphazard friendship. Acquaintance? Something else entirely? They start acknowledging each other in the hallway, he grins sometimes while she usually shoots him the finger. In English class, he remains in his varsity jacket corner, but from time to time, she catches him staring, he catches her looking him over and that goes on for the next few weeks. The grades for their paper finally come back and she gets her highest mark yet in the class which means she sneaks a note into his locker telling him to meet her after school. She knows he doesn’t have practice that day.

Elena in this verse is still just as obnoxious and bratty as she is in their current one. So when he shows up after school, as she’d hoped, she drags him to a nearby hot dog stand and buys him one as thanks. Not that she says thanks outright but like most of the verses, she’s hoping he gets it without her having to risk softness because that would be the bane of her existence. They’d sit hunched on the curb as they ate and talked, it’s a lot easier like this for either of them to open up and chat freely without the hover of eyes and questioning stares because they shouldn’t even know who the other is. Elena teases and prods and says nothing of the ketchup on his cheek because it’s nice to see him messy for once, not all taut and clean.

She’ll never admit that she likes him. Or is starting to. Always had? No matter the verse, there’s always this pull strung tight between them. No matter how long it takes them to realize it. Here? With them like this? It takes the end of the semester and a few short weeks left in summer vacation for them to realize it. With school out, it’s both easier and harder for them to see each other. They don’t have the excuse of daily hallway run ins and English class, but there’s nights where Elena invites him to an underground show and days he convinces her to catch a matinee showing of the newest movie from a director they both loved.

It doesn’t always work out. Sometimes she has to stay at home and help her mom and other times his friends assume he isn’t up to anything and force him to another house party that sees him garnering the attention of girls he isn’t interested in. One such summer party, a big blowout at Garth’s house (he’s one of the varsity jacket boys), results in a slew of videos and the high speed churn of the gossip mill that young and handsome Bohyun was now dating young and beautiful Jess from a neighbouring high school. Normally Elena wouldn’t hear about such things, they didn’t run in similar circles, but a cousin of a friend went to said neighbouring high school and Elena followed them on IG and the algorithm found a way of showing her such a video. This one’s clear, obviously shot on the newest iPhone, yet shaky but it’s zoomed in on someone who bears a striking resemblance to Bohyun definitively making out with a very pretty blonde in the one corner not occupied by other bodies apparently.

Elena doesn’t speak to him for a week.

Texts go unanswered, calls are ignored, even discord messages are left unread. For all Bohyun knows, she’s been abducted by aliens, but by the fourth day, she’s uncharacteristically live streaming from a shitty venue hosting an even shittier band while tipsy but smiley and barely hanging off the shoulder of an older and attractive in that sketchy-you’re-on-the-verge-of-an-eviction-notice-aren’t-you kind of way. Bohyun asks things like ‘Where’ve you been?’, ‘Are you ok?’, ‘Who is he?’ in the stream but she’s too drunk to notice and shuts it down soon after.

Like I said. No matter the verse, they’re always stubborn. And this one’s no different.

On day 9, Bohyun has had enough and he shows up at hers. In this verse, Elena’s family’s a little better off, but nowhere close to his and the rest of their school. For all of her ripped jeans and laissez faire approach, she’s a scholarship kid. It’s the only way for them to afford four years. He’s been outside her apartment before and after meet ups, but he’s never gone all the way to her door. She’s never let him. The complex itself isn’t shabby, it’s clean and well maintained, but Elena always had troubles with her guard. Verse be damned.

So when she opens the door, she doesn’t expect him. He hadn’t messaged her in advanced, which was a good thing too. For if he had, she’d have run off and moved to neighbouring Jersey if that’s what it took. Instead she’s met with him and she pulls a face, remembering the stupid video.

“What?” She’d hiss, probably stepping outside and closing the door behind her because if her mom knew he was here, she’d invite him and Elena’s really not up for explaining why boys like him aren’t allowed.

“So you are alive.”

“In the flesh. Anything else?”

If it isn’t clear already, Bohyun doesn’t like this new curt Elena tensed before him. He doesn’t recognize her. Not in comparison to the Elena who he’s spent several weeks sharing knowing glances with and ducking through subway turnstiles behind because ‘he needs to live a little’. Not the same Elena who shoots him a sideway little smile over her book when he glances up from his own only to notice they’re both staring. This one is hard and bundled up tight and he doesn’t understand why. Of course he wouldn’t.

“Walk with me,” he can see no on her face before her mouth even thinks to move so he decides not to give her the chance. He takes a hold of her wrist and pulls her along despite her opposition because he can’t talk to her like this. The elevator ride is quiet and she’s fuming by the time they make it back outside and she wrenches her arm out of his loosened grip. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Bohyun the great? Do something wrong? You’re not coded for that. Why would something be wrong?” Her stare is dark and he almost laughs until he realizes she’s serious. It’s not the sardonic tone he’s used to from her, and that worries him.

“Hey… what’s wrong? Really. We haven’t spoken in at least a week and I haven’t seen you in even longer.” For some reason that realization strikes them both. Elena begins picking at her black nail polish and Bohyun tries to get a better look at her face. The city is loud behind them, it’s late afternoon on a long summer day, but all the two of them can hear is the stretch of silence between them.

Eventually she speaks, mouth curling into a pout she would never admit to, “….figured you’d want to spend the rest of the summer with your girlfriend. She’s pretty. But why wouldn’t she be? It’s not as if you’d date someone ugly.” If she weren’t too busy burning a hole into her chipped polished nails, maybe she’d see the confusion distorting his young features. Genuine confusion withering his brows.

“Girlfriend…? What are you talking about?”

“Oh my god— don’t play dumb. Everyone knows. You and Jess. It’s everywhere.” She hates that she suddenly sounds like everything she hates about high school, the endless tedium and the drone of gossip that went in one ear and out the other— but here she was. Being the thing she dreaded most. A high school girl. Worse— a high school girl who liked a boy that didn’t like her. Remember: this is what she thinks.

It hits him then that she must’ve seen the videos. Heard whatever it was people were saying. He was a growing boy with urges and Jess was a pretty girl with those same urges— tack on some underaged drinking and the goading of his friends and who was he to pass up a makeout session or two? What he hadn’t expected were the rumours that followed quickly after, but he never took much stock in such things, so said nothing of it, shrugging off anyone who dared to assume. Yet the girl before him had never asked him. Why would she? That wouldn’t have been very Elena of her. So how would she know that it was all just the exaggerated fancies of drunken teens?

He grins to himself and there’s something familiar and vaguely cocky about it as he leans in to catch the eyes of a moody Elena.

“Is that why you’ve been ignoring me? Because you think I’m dating a pretty blonde? You know how I feel about blondes.” She sends him a scathing glower at that and his grin deepens, intentional in his wording. A riled up Elena usually forgot much else. Even the fact she was supposed to be ignoring him.

“I know you’re a guy and guys will date anyone that looks like her. Even you.” Which is probably what has her disappointed the most. She thought he was different despite his jacket, but maybe she’d been wrong all along. She hated that it started up a ball in the pit of her stomach.

“Elena, Elena… if you want to date me, just say so.” She punches his shoulder with a huff and he laughs out loud, sensing the slow return of the girl he knows. “I’m not dating her. If you’d ever thought to ask, you’d have known that.” She still has it in her to roll her eyes like she wasn’t pouting just moments before and his grin softens. It’s funny how very little their dynamic actually changes throughout the verses.

“Well… congratulations I guess. You’re still on the market. The girls of New York must be sooo relieved.” In the midst of her tirade, he’s moved in even closer and before she has a chance to notice, he’s a lot closer than she’s used to. Especially after more than a week of not having seen each other.

“You’re wrong. I’m not on the market.”

“But you just said—“

“I know what I said. I’m not dating her. But I can’t be on the market either if there’s someone I already like.” It isn’t like the movies where she’s suddenly swept off her feet, but she sees something in his gaze that she hadn’t noticed before. And neither of them do anything about it because they’re both a little chicken and a week before school starts up again, she’ll tell him she better not see anymore videos of him kissing girls online or she’s kicking his ass. And he’ll promise only for them to finally kiss the night before the first day of classes outside her apartment after they’ve gotten back from a Park Chan Wook marathon because what’s more romantic than that, right?

Neither of them says anything like go out with me but the next school year they’re always talking between class and he’s always trying to walk her to hers to her chagrin and sometimes if the library is quiet enough you might peek around a bookshelf and spot them making out behind a precarious pile of books that she thinks works as an effective hiding technique but what does he care so long as he gets to kiss the girl he likes.

#@051688 #au. #sp. #( we’re going to pretend i didn’t start this mooooooonths ago and pretend even more that this doesn’t suck lol #( i just wanted an excuse to write our babies )

[simonstamenovic]

I had this stupid idea

#au. #00 #the jug head in theee brain

[deltaruneweirdlyrewritten]

Introducing, Spamcracker!!, the loveable toy soldier! They serve their mothe- I-I mean the Blizzard Queen.

(Spamton switches with Lancer)

#deltarune #deltarune au #deltarune fanart #au. #lancer deltarune #spamton fanart #spamton g spamton #noelle deltarune #fanart #WeirdlyRewrittenAu