#The Date Au

[brine-in-my-eyes]

Trick or treat!! 🐈‍⬛🎃‼️

Here's your treat! FANART FOR YOUR AU ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I hope u enjoy it heeehhehee :333333 This AU will literally never leave my mind. I really love the story and I'm so happy to have been able to read it so far. Gahhhhhh im literally screaming and wondering what happens next. Anyways, happy halloween!!!!!!!! 🎃 🍭 🍬 🕯️

PS: The @berensteinsmonster is my main art blog. i just use that handle for all art i do lmao

#wander over yonder #woy #wander #sylvia #hater #skeleton dance #the date au #solar-eclipse #berenmon art #my art #woy au #woy fanart #heeheheheheheeee :333333 #im also REALLY IN LOVE with Wander's dress in the au its so pretty #Wanda Apple Von Cider #such a silly name lmao #woy wander #wander woy #woy sylvia #sylvia woy #woy hater #hater woy #berenmons halloween party 2023

[solar-eclipsed]

[ID in alt]

OKAY BOOM. These doodles actually came way before the ones I first posted. I was planning on digitalizing them but I never really found the time LMAO and I liked my original line work here a lot.

This would’ve happened after my previous post about this I think!! Not entirely sure since there isn’t really a clear idea for this whole thing yet, I just think it’s fun

Oh! And yes. “Wanda” was absolutely from Wander having to reel back after nearly shouting out his actual name. “Apple Von Cider” was a little bit him feeling silly though <3

[Text-Only Transcript Under Cut]

[1. Lord Hater: “Wanda Apple Von Cider, Will you marry me?”

2. Wander: “Oh- Oh my!”

3. Wander: “Why, I’m mighty flattered you’d want to marry me- And I’d love to!”

4. Wander: “But oh- aren’t we movin’ (moving) just a touch too fast? I don’t wanna rush into this Hatey!” Then, in parentheses “can’t say that’s very healthy after all-“

5. Lord Hater: “No. Wanda, you’re the most honest, loving, and perfect woman I have ever met, it’ll never be too fast or too early-“

6. Lord Hater: “And honestly? The idea of you not marrying me makes me want to blow the whole universe up!”

Behind Hater, “Death ray” is written behind him.

7. No text.

8. “Why- I guess I can’t say no!~” with a heart symbol at the end. The word “End” is written in the bottom right corner. ]

#Maybe I’ll make a tag for this … hmm! #The Date Au #Imo I don’t think Wander would ever marry someone for any reason other than it’d be a sick party #he totally thinks it’s super sweet and he loves how romantic that sort of commitment is #but he doesn’t stay still he moves along everywhere #also to me he’s not the type of guy who commits to labels #he finds them fun and would have a grand ol time trying out a bunch of different genders #but at the end of the day he’s unlabeled allllll the way #wander over yonder #woy #savewoy #save woy #wander #wander woy #woy wander #lord hater #lord hater woy #woy lord hater #wander wander over yonder #wander over yonder wander #lord hater wander over yonder #wander over yonder lord hater #skeleton dance #skeletondance #id added #described #id in alt #eclipsed art

[shootsun]

Requests for drawing or writing prompts? Either way, wukong spying on macaque going on a date, just to "make sure he won't cause trouble" and not for any other reason, nope

I might be a little slow replying to these, but I had a lot of fun writing this, I hope you enjoy :)

(this got long, sorry, and the first bit has quite a bit of mk, but if you can muscle through it, it's very shadowpeach oriented at the end)

/tw slight panic attacks, alcohol, slightly suggestive

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It comes up randomly in-between sparring with MK, one moment he’s grinning as he blocks a swing from MK with his leg, and the next he’s sprawled in the dirt on his back, trying to blink away the stars and swirling golden monkeys hooting at him.

“Monkey King!” MK’s panicked voice jolts him upright, and he brushes off the small lurch of pain at the quick movement.

“What did you just say?” Wukong grasps MK’s shoulders, and his successor only looks at him with worry pinched between his eyes.

“Macaque has a date tomorrow?” MK ventures out, and then he squeaks as Wukong hefts him into the air without any forethought. The god crouches and leaps into the air, practically flying from their training ground before landing in front of his hut in mere seconds.

Wukong kicks open the front door and slides into the living room, almost slipping on his rug before carefully tossing MK onto his worn couch.

“Alight,” He claps his hands. “What’s the battle plan? Scouting clones, listening devices? I might have a wire or two here somewhere, the Monkey Cop fans send me some wild shit sometimes.”

“Wait, wait.” MK holds his hands in the air and makes a ‘time out’ motion. “Hold on like three seconds. First, one, are…are you okay? I just like roundhouse kicked you in the face, and there was a crater in the dirt and-”

“I’m fine, bud. Immortal and made out of stone and all that good stuff, remember?” Wukong pauses, taking a moment to flash a reassuring grin at his still concerned student.

“I…yeah, alright.” MK doesn’t look convinced, but he swallows and continues, “Second, what? Battle plan? Clones? Monkey Cop fans? You sound like Mei when you talk about listening devices and that’s a comparison, I’m now very afraid of. Please tell me you haven’t been planting bugs on me.”

“Pshh. Naahhh.” Wukong laughs.

“Mei sends me updates on you every couple of hours. I’m more worried about what Macaque is up to. He said he’d be scheming, and obviously, this is just one step in his devious plan to…to uh…gain allies and take over the city!” Wukong nods sagely and crosses his arms.

“Oh boy.” MK mutters.

“I’m gonna ignore that first bit of information, I just… I don’t think that’s really…what he’s planning?” The teen tries, but golden eyes flash and Wukong half frowns before tilting his head with a cocked eyebrow.

“Then why’d he tell you? He obviously wanted you, and me, to know- Oh! It must be a misdirection! Clever! Good job spotting that obvious trick, bud!” Wukong praises, and MK sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I…overheard it actually? He was helping me track down some snake demon that was using shadow magic, and I went to thank him with some noodles, and I…heard him talking about it…” MK says slowly, his shoulders creeping up.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I could have helped, and then you could have avoided him completely. I hate that he still tries to hang out around you. It gives me bad vibes.” Wukong scowls, but the look on his face softens considerably when he looks at MK.

“He’s trying to be better, and you…I… Igetworriedaboutyousometimes.” MK rushes out, now fiddling with the cuffs of his jacket and avoiding his mentor’s eyes.

“I didn’t quite catch that last bit, bud.” Wukong feigns cleaning his ear out with his little finger, and MK just looks at him with a mixture of exasperation and fondness, fighting a smile as the god’s finger rotates and squeaks cartoonishly in the shell of his ear.

“I get worried about you,” Mk admits, finally meeting his teacher’s eyes.

“Kiddo, that’s my line,” Wukong chuckles and then holds his arms out. “C’mere bud.”

MK slowly makes his way past the low coffee table in front of the couch and drapes his arms over Wukong’s shoulders before going boneless, letting the god hold all of his weight.

“I’m okay. You’re okay. We’re both gonna be just fine.” Wukong promises as he scratches the back of MK’s head with one hand, the other rubbing circles on his student’s back.

“I just get anxious, and then I keep thinking about all the bad stuff that could happen if I’m not good enough, and how you all got hurt with LBD and-” MK starts to breathe faster, and Wukong feels a similar spark of fear in his gut as hands unknowingly scrape the scars on his back through his shirt.

“Nope, deep breaths, kid. Come on, breathe in with me for a sec… just like that, yeah.”  The god shuts off his brain, shoving everything but the kid in front of him away, and slowing his breathing, exaggerating each breath until MK follows suit.

They sit in silence for a few minutes, just breathing, and not for the first time, Wukong wishes he could just… keep MK in his pocket or something, keep him safe from everything in his past that reaches for the kid.

He shakes those thoughts away quickly though; his possessive streaks are usually what caused half his problems in the past. That and his blatant disregard for anyone in a position of authority. And maybe his bad habit of putting random things in his mouth and… he’s getting off track here.

“Bud, you wanna take the next day off? We can go to the city; you can show me that game you’re obsessed with and get noodles?” Wukong suggests, pulling back slightly to take better stock of MK’s face as he thinks about the offer.

“No illegal listening devices?” MK quietly asks, rubbing his cheek tiredly.

“I promise, but I can’t say anything about Mei,” Wukong chuckles. MK snorts at that, and makes to get up. The god gives him one final squeeze before reluctantly relinquishing him.

“That sounds great. Meet up at Pigsy’s?” Mk stretches, his back popping with a wince, and Wukong nods.

“Sure thing, bud.” Wukong stays sitting on the floor until MK leaves his hut before he plucks two hairs and materializes two hair clones.

“Alright, one of you, follow MK and make sure he gets home okay, and you,” he points to the second clone as the first scampers off, a flash of golden light blinking in the doorway as it shifts into a falcon and flies off, “Help me up. My butt is numb.”

His clone snickers as his knees pop, and he debates poofing it right then and there, but he still needs to make sure Macaque isn’t planning anything.

The twinge of jealously resurfaces in his heart and he thumps his fist against his chest as his clone looks on.

“Damn thing, you’re supposed to be made of stone,” he crossly mutters to himself.

“So, Macaque’s going on a date then?” His clone raises an eyebrow.   

 “No, he’s planning something,” Wukong corrects.

“Uh huh.”

“Just shut up and help me.”

He debates texting Mei and asking her outright if she knows anything; she’d probably try and hack into cameras and pull up footage from the city or something equally deranged, when his phone buzzes in his pocket.

To his surprise, it’s from Mei.

The text is simple and sweet, just an address and a time, but he feels his stomach swoop with nerves.

He keeps forgetting she’s terrifyingly competent at listening into conversations. He tilts the screen to show his clone and it nods before going the same way as the first; out the door and into falcon form.

The next day comes too soon, and he’s shading his eyes against the morning sun with a barely muffled yawn turned groan before MK leaps from the fire escape of his apartment to the street below.

Wukong is dropping his iced coffee and reaching a hand out to steady the teen as he almost fumbles his landing with a quiet swear.

“MK! Good morning, bud! What was that!” Wukong says, his voice strained and the smile plastered on his face stretched thin.

“Oh. Uh. How I normally get down from my room if I don’t work? It’s pretty fun,” MK grins, and Wukong’s eye twitches against his will.

“Neat.”  The god says through clenched teeth.

MK laughs. “You look like Pigsy when he saw me do that the first time. C’mon! Let’s get some coffee!”

The rest of the day passes in a blur of colour and video games and something called cheese tea before he finally bids MK a farewell sometime midafternoon.

“Bye Da-Monkey King! Bye MonkeyKing!” MK yelps as he runs into Pigsy’s shop.

“See ya, bud,” Wukong calls back, not bothering to hide his grin. His kid waves an arm through the curtain and then Pigsy’s voice booms from the interior of the store. Some thing about ‘noodles’ and ‘hungry’ and ‘invite to dinner’, but he’s turning the corner before anyone can poke their head back out the door.

He’s got an evil plan to thwart.

The address the clone scoped out the night before turned out to be a bar, and a dingy hole in the wall at that.

He makes sure to get there an hour early, knock out one of the patrons he’d seen drinking by themselves, steal their clothes and carefully lay them out of sight on the other side of the dumpster they’d been smoking by.  

It’s nothing to borrow the patron’s face, but he grimaces as a few of his more noticeable traits fade into view. A few of his scars overlay with the mortal’s and he glares at the freckles that dot his now human looking hands.

His side burns still fade into a dark gold, and when he catches his reflection in the tinted window of the back door, his true form glints through. He’d never been the best at human forms after all. A beetle? A louse, bear or boar? No problem. Too many things to go wrong with humans though.

Wukong sighs and straightens his shoulders as he pushes the door open. It’ll have to do.

He sits quietly at the bar, carefully nursing the beer the bartender had pushed at him, when the front door jangles. The sound is barely noticeable over the dull roar of music playing, but the noise still has Wukong’s spine locking up as the door swings open to reveal a familiar form.

Wukong almost shatters the bottle in his hand as he takes in the demon.

Macaque looks good; he’s disguised as a human, wearing black jeans that are artfully ripped up to the pockets and an almost too small tee-shirt that hugs his form nicely, complete with a leather jacket with some silver chains dangling from it.

His tee rides up slightly as he walks in, and Wukong lets his eyes drop for half a second to take in the hips on view before immediately drawing his eyes back up, trying not to flush.

In another bar, he might look like a wannabe biker, but here, he fits in seamlessly. Wukong can’t draw his eyes from the swirl of white that’s threaded through his black hair, nor the goatee that decorates his chin.

Macaque nods to the bartender as he sits a few seats from Wukong, and they slide a glass at him with ease.

He has to quickly look away when Macaque starts to turn towards him, but he’s saved from Macaque attempting to say anything when the door jingles once more.

“Mac!” Macaque turns back to the front of the bar with a grin as a voice calls out.

“Zhang!” The demon practically purrs, and Wukong takes the largest drink of beer since he was handed the bottle to avoid cracking a tooth.

 The other man is dressed similarly, but Wukong has to hold back his scoff. Whereas Macaque seemed weathered and comfortable in his human getup, the demon that saunters over is wearing his glamour like a poorly fit costume. It makes even his glamour look passable in comparison.

‘Zhang’ slides an arm over Macaque’s shoulders and Wukong bites the lip of the bottle, not paying any attention when the glass breaks from the strain, and chews it before swallowing.

The bartender gives him a strange look, and he quickly gets up to throw the half-chewed bottle away before anyone else notices.

“So, this is what passes for a date in the human realm now?” The unfamiliar demon teases as Wukong hurries back to his spot, yet another foul-tasting beer waiting for him.

“What? You wanted to go bowling?” Macaque raises an eyebrow and his drink to his lips as the demon laughs.

“No, no, fair enough. But when you contacted me, I thought it’d be more about-”

“We can talk shop after you finish your drink.” Macaque interrupts, waving a hand to the glass that seems to materialize out of thin air.

Wukong squints at the display. He’s seen enough of Macaque’s slight of hand to know there’s something funky about the drink, but the demon either doesn’t know Macaque as well as he does or doesn’t care enough to ask.

His heart thumps funny at the thought of anyone else knowing Macaque as well as he…did.

He buries himself in his beer, trying desperately not to breathe through his nose as the alcohol hits his tongue, and Macaque laughs at a half assed joke.

‘Just sit through Macaque flirting, and then you can prove he was up to something,’ Wukong tells himself as out of the corner of his eye, he watches a hand slide up Macaque’s arm coyly.

True to his word, Macaque doesn’t make to leave until ‘Zhang’ (that has to be a fake name, Wukong thinks to himself) finishes his drink, and then he’s sliding the other demon’s arm around his waist with a small crooked smirk.

The bartender wipes the counter where they’d sat, pulling a wad of cash out from under the empty singular glass left behind where Macaque had been situated.

Wukong silently swears as he pulls out a few bills, hoping it covers whatever the human’s tab had been and stands to follow them when a hand grips his wrist tightly.

“Johnny, you aren’t thinking of causing trouble for those two, are you?” The bartender scowls.

“What? No! I-I was just… I’m not-” Wukong stutters out.

“I won’t hesitate to tell the cops where you live if I hear anything happening.” The bartender bites out, and with a final warning squeeze, releases Wukong. He stares back at the bartender for a moment more before turning towards the exit, trying to seem like he wasn’t going to bolt as soon as the door swings shut.

He manages to walk all the way to the alley before he sees two forms, the taller one pressed against the wall, the other, with terribly familiar black hair, has their head tilted up.       

Panting fills the alley, and Wukong freezes before creeping behind one of the many dumpsters to catch a closer look.

For a second, his heart bursts in a jealous flame when he hears Macaque lowly say something and chuckle as the other demon whines, but when Wukong uses his golden vision, he sees Macaque’s claws digging into the other demon’s side.

“I want names,” Macaque purrs, and the other demon’s human form flickers before dying out, revealing a bovine demon, one much smaller than DBK.

“I-I don’t know! I’m just the errand boy!” The demon yelps, and Macaque makes a disbelieving noise as he leans forward, his fangs glinting in the moonlight through his glamour.

“Tell me who’s hunting the kid, or you won’t get the antidote.”

“A-antidote? What are you talking about?”

“For the poison I slipped into your drink, foolish thing.” Macaque uses his free hand to raise the demon up by the front of his shirt, sliding him up the bricks.

The demon’s hooves kick uselessly in the air before he pitifully lows out, “The Demon King of Confusion! It’s the Demon King of Confusion!”

“Ugh, him.” Macaque drops the demon, and he slides to the concrete before tugging at Macaque’s knee.

“The antidote, please!” The demon begs.  

Macaque laughs, cruel and high. “Oh, that? I was lying about your drink.”

The monkey demon slips into the shadows and Wukong blinks, biting his lip. He takes a deep breath and regrets it immediately when all he gets is a whiff of hot garbage.

The god releases his grip on the metal canister and tries to ignore the deep hand prints he’s left behind when hands snake up his torso from behind. And then he’s falling, tugged backwards into inky darkness.

“You are not subtle.” Macaque whispers into his ear, and Wukong can’t help his full body shudder as teeth tug at his earlobe before he’s roughly shoved onto his front into a wall.

“What do you want, Wukong?” Macaque presses a clawed hand into the middle of his spine, and he can feel the pinprick of claws through his thin shirt.

“How’d you know it was me?” Wukong asks, finally dropping his glamour.

“Gem, I’d know your stone heartbeat anywhere,” Macaque dryly chuckles. “That, and I watched you eat a glass bottle because some guy put his arms around my shoulders.”

“Ah.”

He presses his cheek further into the wall, savouring the coolness against his rapidly heating face.

“What? All pliant because the kid’s not here?” Macaque taunts and runs his knee in-between Wukong’s legs.

“You’re protecting him.” It’s not a question, and the god can practically hear the demon roll his eyes.

“Duh. Kid’s more danger prone than you are, and that’s saying something. I’ve seen a pile of leaves try to pick a fight with him.”

“Why?” Wukong presses, and he feels the hand leave his back before it’s replaced with Macaque’s warm body.

Macaque is silent for a second before he sighs. “MK’s a good kid. Better than me, and definitely better than you.”

Wukong doesn’t rise to the barb, and Macaque continues. “He sees the good in people, and I…I missed being looked at like I was worth something. Like I wasn’t just a weapon.”

Gold and crimson eyes meet amber and violet, and Wukong whispers, “You were never just anything to me.”  

“Shut up, Peaches,” Macaque mutters, and then there’s lips on his, and a tongue licking his way into his mouth, flooding his senses with the taste of plums.

He moans when a hand tugs at his hair, and he feel Macaque smile against his mouth before the demon pulls away with a wink.

Wukong turns, still leaning against the wall as Macaque dramatically waves an arm to summon his shadow portal.

“We should do this again some time.” Macaque gives a two fingered salute as he starts to step through the swirling shadows.

“It’s a date.” Wukong hoarsely says, and he gets to watch in real time as Macaque’s face flushes and his eyes spark violet before he falls through the portal, leaving the god alone in the city.   

#answering ask #lmk #lmk monkey king #lmk wukong #lmk six eared macaque #lmk liu er mihou #lmk macaque #lmk sun wukong #shadowpeach #drabble #my writing #lmk mk #lmk xiaotian #dad wukong #protective wukong #jealous Wukong #tw alchohol mention #tw suggestive #tw panic attack #the date au

[nkogneatho]

This is a PSA for all the writers who exclusively write only fluff and angst:

we love you. we still read your fics. no we don't care if it doesn't have smut in it. it is still valid and it is beautiful. thank you for existing. have a good day.

#i've seen so many times that fluffs and angst go unappreciated because everyone read ONLY smut. #but NO. there are people who enjoy everything. that includes me. i live historic au. #i love first kisses hcs. i love dating hcs. i live the angsty break up fics #pasi.txt

[time-woods]

more doodles of these mf

the second one is based off of something but its really stupid/ embarrassing

#chasing stars au #sīdus the fallen star #prismo the wishmaster #the carmine cavalier #scarab the god auditor #prohibitedwish #adventure time #fionna and cake #adventure time au #wont you go on a date with a lobstermonster please go on a date with the lobstermonster please he knows how to cook #thats all the context you get

[wasyago]

recks cleo !

she's a human btw, not a robot teehee ^_^

#another one of those with 'a few' alterations #yall were joking about ship of theseus with etho. well what about now? #the only original body part she has left is the brain btw #recks au #recks!cleo #my art #sketch #ALSO #again posting the most up-to-date ref first and then all the old stuff

[nekovale]

So, this thing happened because in the same day I discovered that: - Chuuya's voice actor is Granrodeo's singer - Chuuya used to call Dazai "Osamu" when they were younger and Dazai wrote down and hid this in a time capsule I took it well

#bungo stray dogs #bsd #soukoku #skk #dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #this is just a scene so it doesnt have a proper au but if you want context: #yosano is still a nurse and dazai's caretaker #and she knows chuuya because she's dating kouyo #doodles

[meowsgirldrawing]

Many Kisses~ (PolyAU! Obey me!)

Note: I got no excuse for the last one, the demons just love their human too much <3 (And MC is just loving life)

#digital art #art #oc inserts #oc x canon #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #Obey me Mackenzie #obey me mammon x mc #Obey me Mammon #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me levi x mc #obey me satan x mc #Obey me Satan #obey me asmodeus x mc #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel x mc #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie x mc #obey me belphegor #kisses #obey me poly mc #poly!au #obey me shenanigans #Demons loving their Human too much

[iszapizza]

clone wars but its a dating sim...

original trilogy dating sim!

#star wars #star wars the clone wars #sw fanart #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #captain rex #ct 7567 #dating sim au #i loved making these ahdjakh

[ew-selfish-art]

DpxDc AU: What’s an adoption paper or two between bros?

Danny is starting to realize that since Jazz left the house for university, his parents aren’t really good at well, being his parents. They’re obsessed with his alter ego to the point that they ignore his normal ego, and that uh, hurts his feelings. Like, a lot. Meal times have gotten weirder and more inconsistent, and he’s starting to wonder if they suspect what’s really going on with him.

They’ve started to say “You know you can tell us anything” these days when he sees them outside their lab (which isn’t frequent) but the normal amount of ghost hate speech hasn’t changed. If anything it’s gotten worse. Just like everything else.

Danny joined the whole-ass justice league to fill his spare time after high school and his parents are literally none the wiser. Like, he's a part time high-school senior at 17 and a full time international hero. His parents only comment on the fact that the menace Phantom is costing them a lot in airline tickets as they try and apprehend him all over the world. Hell, they caught Ellie for a second when he was in Morrocco and it got ugly fast. She's a junior member now but mostly spends her time with some doofus that has a magic traveling house.

And really, he's fine with his schedule of going to school, going ghost and making a difference, and then returning to a dramatically silent house. Really.

Then one day his new friend and co-team lead Red Robin makes a brief mention about his own childhood of neglect and Danny makes a joke, "What, no adoption papers for the homies?"

He laughs as he says it but something in his leader's eyes looks sharp, and Kon is sighing in the background something that sounds suspiciously like dear Rao you've done it now.

Next time Danny is on the Watchtower, he's brought into a meeting with Red Robin, Batman and various other JL team leaders.

"Adoption papers are very much for the homies. I've also included the option of emancipation, as you'll see in the green folder, but I am one hundred percent serious about adopting you."

"Red, you're like, 3 months younger than me." Danny deadpans.

"Adoption is for the homies and I'm emancipated. And If i'm reading Batman correctly, you're facing three outcomes right now."

"Three?"

"One: I adopt you and you become my legal dependent. Two: Batman adopts you and I become your legal brother. or Three: You emancipate yourself while allowing us to provide for you while your housing situation is sorted out."

"... Uh. Door one?" Danny is having too many feelings. Why does batman look disappointed? What is Jazz going to say? What on earth???

"Welcome to the Drake Family." Red shakes his hand up and down, the grin on his face feral and the plan towards being emancipated from the Fentons and adopted by his boss is a weird one.

But eventually, a few weeks later, he's had a pretty delicious dinner by his new adoptive grandfather-tler and is watching a movie with Tim and Kon on the couch and he's just so happy and comfortable and warm...

"Will this make Kon my dad if you two get married?" Danny laughs and it's the closest he gets to being disowned.

#Jazz dating Jason seriously in the background and looking at her bf like 'wait why is my brother now your nephew??' and jason has to explain #his family is just like that #tim adopts danny au #adoption is for the homies #dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc crossover #dp crossover #long post #dc x dp fic

[damniteggs]

the old man breakfast club has assembled and wants to know when they’re getting grandkids.

Carbon Dating Comic

#rottmnt carbon dating au #rottmnt carbon dating #carbon dating comic #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #damniteggs art #my art #tmnt #rottmnt leo #tmnt 2018 #rise Leo #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt art #tmnt art #tmnt fanart #rottmnt splinter #baron draxum

[shootsun]

I don't know what I love more, how obviously jealous wukong was, or the fact he was right all along

Mans has no chill and half a brain cell that he works to death ❤

#sun rambles #lmk #lmk monkey king #lmk wukong #my writing #answering ask #the date au

[felsicveins]

Just a sleepover

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #brozone #trolls oc #trolls oc cory #clay trolls #bruce trolls #Floyd trolls #branch trolls #john dory #john dory trolls #trolls comic #its really giving “😏 im stuff” #oh well .. #this isnt really like canon within the au i just thought it would be funny and conflama if . this happened #they just had a sleepover idk ... but sleepover is like 3rd base if youre a troll JfjejcjkDJJCJEJD IF YOUR ADULTS #this is really turning into jd dating sim cause i want to follow every path #if this was a dating sim id probably do corys route first ..... #BUT ANYWAY this just made me laugh at work all day so #i also have something that i wanna post but .... ..... ..... well ... we'll see #not my house man NOT IN MY HOUSE!!! #<- branch

[minced-mangoes]

I love the idea of Mammon and MC being touchy with each other. They cling to each other constantly. It starts off pretty early on in knowing each other. Probably from MC hiding behind Mammon at one point, or Mammon deciding you're his and he's not letting anyone touch his stuff. You both end up playing off of each other, and soon enough you're stuck together like glue. It gets to the point that he gets separation anxiety from you. When you're not at his side he can't help but worry. Where are you? Are you alright? Are you with someone else? Do you still love him? Of course you always return fine, and reassure him that he's your first and you love him, but the worry is always there. I'd like to think that the rest of the brothers grow used to it and actually get surprised if you aren't with Mammon, whether purposefully or not.

Do not separate. Mammon will cry.

Sometimes a family is a pink sparkle sheep and a manfailure.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me mammon #doodle #silly things #Tomi's Obey Me AU #Do you like Mammon #I drew him in 2 (two) seconds

[dyinggirldied]

Valerie's strain of sanity was this, this close to SNAP it. She was at the end of her rope here and it showed. Well, it would show if she took off her mask, letting lose her limp hair and revealing her dark eyebags but she couldn't because she was fighting what-was-his-name, oh right, Skulker.

Skulker, who was demanding to know what had the ghost hunters done with Phantom.

After Phantom's sudden disappearance, it had felt like a blessing. One less ghost scum, the better right? Wrong. She would rather die than admit it but she had underestimated the amount of ghosts Phantom took care of on the daily basic.

The Fenton parents and GIW were no match to those of greater powers, such as Vortex and Undergrowth and she was certain by now they looked no different from her.

Wary. Exhausted. Defeated.

Amity Parkers or at least, the adult ones, hypocritic as they were, had gone from disparaging and objecting to pleading for Phantom's return. Even the ghosts were wondering where was their mysterious ghost boy.

Mayor Masters was also under dark clouds after receiving the citizen's complaints and having to deal with the damages that ranged up to millions of dollars.

At this point, everyone was begging for Phantom to come back from wherever he was.

"Guys!" a voice shouted and she turned, only to see Sidney Poindexter, floating besides them and waving a glowing paper, "It's from Phantom's!"

Just like that, seemingly every human and ghost came out of the bush to know what was the latest news. It didn't get better:

Dear ghosts and Amity Park I guess,

This is from Phantom. I regret, well, not really, to say that having been married into another ghost belongs to another city, I won't be returning to Amity Park anytime soon.

Thankfully never have to deal with you guys anymore,

YOLO,

Phantom

What the fuck.

Or: when a ghost (or half-ghost) marries to a ghost in another city, they basically forfeit their rights to their old home and any businesses going on in their old home is none of their businesses.

In another news, Danny Fenton had been going on romantic rendezvous with a Jason Todd in Gotham City.

#danny can be at any age but i like to imagine he is 15 or 16 #and just in love with this bad boy #and lady gotham is like ok new son #she gives him the lessons on ghosts culture and etiquettes #so now danny has an excuse to not only dates a handsome boy but can focus on his study #this is a no one knows au #dp x dc #dpxdc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dead on main #jason todd x danny fenton

[mrghostrat]

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They froze as soon as he pulled back from it, looking dead at each other, close enough that Aziraphale could see his shock-wide eyes through his tinted lenses. “Nggk— yep. You remember how to get back here?” Suddenly breathless, like he must have left his voice all the way over there on Crowley’s cheek, Aziraphale nodded far too quickly and turned to leave the room. [BNF]

#another one i sketched on stream today!! tysm for the requests btw 😍 #fake dating fic!!! #falling into character for crowley is just wayyyyy tooo easy #bnf au #gomens #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #rat draws #rat writes #good omens au