#au: punk x pastel
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#HELP SHE WAS MY FIRST THOUGHT KDJSYYJSSYJDYJTDJ ALSO I GOTTA WORK ON THAT SON OF POSEIDON HOBIE AU MORE YOU GUYS DESERVE TO KNOW THE TRUTH#bluepunk#< not a ship tag#percy jackson#hobie brown#transfem percy jackson#black percy#latino percy#autistic percy jackson#team parent percy jackson#aroaceflux bi percy jackson#punk!percy#pastel punk percy jackson#depending on my mood#trans hobie brown#ace hobie#unlabeled hobie brown#autistic hobie brown#team dad hobie#hobie is jamaican#mama's boy hobie#pjo#atsv#spiderman#the anomalies#dead seapunk siblings#perlex#x black!reader#< platonically for hobie#summerposting
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If there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s that time is a fucking circle
#talking about pastel x punk aus#first it was dandp#then it was reddie#then it was maybe#someone from the dsmp#or just any two guys#I think there was a few for st steddie#kpop guys#I want to say jimin and jungkook#or anyone with rm#anyway#history always repeats itself#life update: got a job and it’s okay but the very likely autism makes it hard#my feet hurt a lot#but#I get to mop !!!#gonna get pished today
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I think that as a society we need to honor our roots and start bringing back AUs <3
Welcome to the stage Punk!Dan x Dragon!Phil & Dragon!Dan x Pastel!Phil
#I FUCKING HATE THISSSNKDKDKDK#mine#dan howell#phil lester#amazingphil#dan and phil#phandom#dnp#pastel edit#punk edits#pastel x punk#dragon city#dapgames#dan and phil games#500 notes
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Fluffy Friday omg….can I request Hobie and the reader having a day out with Billie and Ramona? Ty in advance!! :)))
Yayy for Billie and Mona request!!! Thank you ❤️
Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, mentions of breast feeding, Twins AU, Fluff.
It's Fluffy Friday!
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You coo and make funny faces at the twins, cuddled comfortably in your arms, the wooden bench under you helps in carrying the babies since they've grown a lot in the last five months. They laugh wholeheartedly at your pouted lips spluttering, eyes crossed whilst you bounce them lightly.
The park is full of people enjoying the sun, teenagers playing frisbee in an open area, elderly doing their morning stretches, people from all walks of life basking in the sunlight after weeks of cloudy and rainy weather.
It's the twin's first day out since their birth, you and Hobie finally feel comfortable enough to let them out of the house instead of just showing Billie and Mona the small backyard. You're still apprehensive at first, motherly instincts kicking in with every loud noise and hidden germs. But when you saw their smiles and giggles the moment you stepped outside your worries waned. After all they've got Spider-Man as their father, with Hobie around you've got nothing to worry about. Well maybe except for germs.
The aforementioned man battles with nature right in front of you, the wind keeps blowing away the picnic blanket on the grass. Edges sweeping to the middle once Hobie gets a hold of the other side of the cloth. Frustrated, he looks around for anyone watching, slyly moving his sleeve to reveal his web shooters. He aims, quickly sticking his webs on the corners of the blanket, preventing the wind from blowing it away again. Hobie tucks his sleeve back down to hide the gadget.
"I saw that" you say with a smirk.
"I know, was showing off to my girls" Hobie makes his way to the bench, arms stretched to help carry Billie. He makes that 'dad carrying his heavy kid' groan. Free hand taking the stroller, rolling it onto the grass next to the blanket.
Billie beams at Hobie, tiny hands instinctively reaching towards his face. He smiles back, indulging his daughter, nuzzling his nose right on the crown of her head, curls tickling him.
Sitting down on the red stereotypical picnic blanket, Ramona hears Billie's laugh, attuned to her sister's delight, she tries to wiggle out of your arms and into the blanket.
Hobie notices as you try to balance Mona's flopping in your arms. "I think your sister's jealous" he whispers to Billie who babbles a reply.
Sitting down next to you, cramming himself into the small space (even though there's more right in front), he takes Mona in your arms expertly. In the last five months, he's found himself an expert at holding his daughters at the same time, never neglecting one for the other. Mona smiles, a carbon copy of your own smile. Hobie grins back, doing the exact same thing to Mona, snuggling the top of her head, careful of the soft part of it hidden behind her tiny beanie.
They both have similar ones with pom-poms on the top, Billie has bright yellow ones to match her onesie while Mona has pastel purple, a contrast to her light green onesie. Guess who dressed her?
"Now I'm the one who's jealous" you watch them try to take their dad's attention away from the other, small hands grasping at his Hoodie. The adorable sight makes your heart dance.
"They'll be back when they get hungry"
You lay your head on Hobie's shoulder, hand cupping the back of his in an attempt to hold it. Sighing dramatically, "guess I'm just a glorified milk maker" you complete your joke with a pout.
"Not my fault" he catches on with your bit. Neck craning to kiss your cheek.
"It's literally half your fault" you say with a laugh, leaning away from his lips.
Billie and Mona follow the sounds of their parents' voices, eyes moving back and forth, eyes curious.
Hobie's lips still puckered, waiting for you to lean towards him. With a roll of your eyes and a lopsided smile, you give him a chaste yet love filled kiss. Moving down to peck each of your daughter's foreheads. They giggle, kicking Hobie's torso in giddiness.
The sun shines overhead as you continue your day out with your little family.
#fluffy fridays#request done#hobie brown x reader#spider punk x reader#the kr8tor's creations#hobie brown#spider punk#x reader#atsv fanfiction#spider man across the spider verse#atsv fanfic#atsv x reader#atsv hobie#atsv fluff#hobie brown x fem!reader#hobie brown x you#spider punk x fem!reader#spider punk x you#ramona and billie au
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Bucky Barnes: Wedding Cop
Summary: It’s Bucky’s best friend’s wedding. Well too bad that this particular best friend was Steve Rogers, who seemed to be a nervous wreck, wanting everything to go off without a hitch. So what does he do? Force Bucky into patrolling duty. Lucky for him, one of Natasha’s gorgeous bridesmaids, who looked like she had been assigned to babysitting duty, makes his rounds around the garden estate a lot more interesting.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
no powers au | first meets
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Bucky grumbled as he yanked at the tie that was pulling on his neck, courtesy of his best friend.
”All right Buck, I put my full faith in you. Everything better go perfectly from here on out,” Steve fumbled, trying to hide his worries with a casual fix of his best buddy’s tie. “ Remember, Tony is not allowed to dance on the tables again. And don’t let anyone else get too drunk and weird. Nothing is allowed to ruin Natasha’s big night.”
“It’s your big night too, Steve.” Bucky rolled his eyes. “Stop worrying and go find your wife.”
“C’mon, Buck,” Steve pleaded. “You already know that her parents don’t like me that much. If something goes wrong on their daughter’s wedding night, they’ll literally hate me forever.”
“I think they already hate you for not being Russian.”
“You’re not funny.” Steve furrowed his eyebrows.
“Look, Stevie,” Bucky pushed his friend’s hands away from his tie that was starting to choke him a tad. “You got married to Natasha, not to her parents. Her love for you is absolutely crazy, and nothing’s gonna change that, even if her parents aren’t that fond of you. Which by the way means that something is totally wrong with them.”
Steve cracked a smile.
“Stop worrying about them, punk,” Bucky continued. “You're wasting your time here stressing out when you could be dancing with Natasha, just enjoying your life. Your married, for fuck’s sake. At least act like you like it.”
“Jerk.” Steve shoved Bucky’s shoulder with a grin.
“So that means I’m off security duty?”
“You wish.”
Bucky’s cheeky grin dropped.
“What’re you waiting for?” Steve smirked. “I think you’re a bit too old for me to sign you off for some volunteer hours.”
Bucky lazily scanned the garden, watching people chat, laugh, and dance (and basically everything he wished he were doing other than playing cop).
The garden itself was beautifully landscaped, featuring carefully manicured flower beds bursting with a riot of colors. Roses, peonies, and daisies created a tapestry of blooms, their sweet fragrance filling the air and scent mingling with the soft, gentle breeze.
Bucky’s eyes caught Steve and Natasha talking quietly in each other’s ears in the corner, pure love evident on both their faces, hiding from the crowd to get a second to themselves.
A smile pulled on Bucky’s face, his heart melting at the sight. However, he was more than happy to point somebody’s grandma in the direction of the newlyweds after she had tugged on his sleeve and asked if he knew where they were, wanting to talk to the couple.
Bucky silently cursed at his best friend as he watched the old lady slowly make her way over to them. That’s what you get, you bastard.
He continued walking aimlessly around the garden, and as Bucky neared the large oak tree where he first started his lap, he saw a large group of young kids laughing hysterically and running in circles around someone.
Bucky peered past the children, trying to catch a glimpse of the poor person in the middle, wanting to get a quick laugh before he had to go back to his job.
He spotted you in the center of the game of Ring around the Rosie on crack, wearing a beautiful pastel pink bridesmaid dress, frantically trying to calm the kids down before they received even more attention from the guests.
He remembered seeing you earlier in the lineup of bridesmaids during the wedding, standing between Yelena and Wanda, but he didn’t get a good look through his teary eyes as he watched his best friend cry with joy throughout the ceremony.
He slowed his walk down to a halt, chuckling at the sight of you trying to bribe the kids with a pack of gum to get them to stop.
Before he could do anything else though, he accidentally made eye-contact with Sam, who was enjoying watching Bucky walk around in circles a little too much.
“Keep walking, bitch,” Sam mouthed at Bucky, making a circling motion with his finger. “Or else I’m telling Steve that you ain’t doing your job.”
Bucky flipped Sam off with a sneer, earning an obnoxious laugh from the latter.
However, wanting to satisfy his best friend’s wishes, Bucky continued his lap. He decided to walk as fast as he possibly could around the garden, trying to get back to you, sending a charming smile at a couple of guests that he accidentally bumped into in his rush.
Bucky drastically slowed down once he heard the group of kids again, cursing at himself for making it so obvious. This time, they were all chewing gum obnoxiously while you were shoving an empty packet of trident gum into a nearby trash can.
(So that’s exactly what Bucky planned to do on repeat: walk around the garden like his ass was on fire until he reached you, where he would slow down and stare like a creep.
Great plan, right?)
On the third round, you were laughing with a little boy who seemed to be unsuccessfully trying to blow bubbles with his gum.
On the fourth round, you were being pulled in opposite directions by two little girls who seemed to be fighting over you.
On the fifth round, all the girls were gently braiding white peonies from a nearby bush into your hair while you held a giant rock-paper-scissors tournament with the boys.
During the frenzy of the game, Bucky somehow managed to beckon Cass, Sam’s younger nephew, over.
“Hey, buddy.” Bucky knelt down on one knee to match the boy’s height. “Having fun?”
“Uncle Bucky, if you’re trying to get me to play matchmaker for you, I’ll have you know that I’m a little too busy right now to be playing cupid for a grown man.”
Bucky stared at the little boy. Why did he have to be so damn smart. “C’mon, Cass,” Bucky didn’t even try to create a cover story. “Just tell me her name.”
“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.” Cass stuck his tongue. “It’s sad that your love life needs help from a six year old.”
“Ouch.” Bucky watched Cass run back to the group, getting up back to his feet before looking over at you again.
You looked like a fucking goddess with the flowers weaved into your hair and the soft glow from the fairy lights that were strung around leaving an angelic gleam on your smiling face.
However, before Bucky could stare for too long, Sam was urging him to keep walking.
On the sixth round, you were playing a huge game of concentration with all the kids.
On the seventh round, it was just you and Morgan Stark left in the game, and Bucky watched as you purposefully hesitated to let the little girl win. You laughed as she danced around you, repeatedly chanting “I win, you lose, I win, you lose”.
Damn Starks and their egos.
In the middle of the eighth round, while Bucky was rushing to get back to your group, a familiar hand on his shoulder stopped him.
“Woah, Buck,” Steve laughed. “I’m glad that you’re so determined to make sure nothing goes wrong, but I just meant keep an eye on everyone. Like from wherever you were standing. Not walk around aggressively in circles.”
Bucky shrugged nervously. “Um, what can I say? It’s my duty to make sure everything’s perfect. Plus, I- uh, love walking.”
Steve looked suspicious. “Yeah, whatever. C’mon, let’s go to the dance floor. Becca’s looking for you.”
“Uh yeah, lemme just finish my final lap. There were a couple of tipsy looking men over there. Think they’re Alexei’s friends or something,” Bucky lied, gesturing in the general direction where he last saw you guys sitting. “I’ll just make sure they’re not too drunk and then I’ll join you guys.”
“You don’t have to, Buck,” Steve clapped his friend’s shoulder. “But thank you.”
Bucky nodded curtly, promptly speed-walking back to you and the kids. Once he finally made it to the familiar tree, he was stopped in his tracks. You weren’t there.
Bucky finally noticed that all the kids were back with their parents; some being forced to eat, some dancing around with their dads, and some sitting, exhausted, in their mom’s lap.
He looked around for your familiar pink dress and white flowers hanging on by the thread in your hair, but he couldn’t spot you anywhere.
However, before he could find Cass and bribe him into telling Bucky where you went, a finger tapped on his shoulder.
It was Yelena, looking weirdly amused.
“Can I help you?” Bucky was a bit annoyed by the interruption during his frantic search for you.
“Actually, I think I can help you.” Her smug voice was coated in a thick Russian accent.
Bucky furrowed his eyebrows at her.
“Come on, lover boy, you can’t hide anything from me. I saw the way you were looking at her.”
“No clue what you’re talking about.” Bucky tried to look as bored as possible, but his heart skipped a beat.
“Just admit it, Barnes. Or else I’ll tell your mother, and then she'll take matters into her own hands.”
Bucky’s head whipped towards Winnifred Barnes, who was across the garden, and was laughing at something Sam had said. Of course, Bucky loved his mother dearly, but Yelena probably would be a better matchmaker.
“Fine,” He mumbled. “You win.”
“Of course. I always do.” She pushed him, not so gently, in the direction of the bar. “Go get her, Casanova. She’s over there.”
“Couldn’t have done that any softer?” Bucky grumbled, steading himself from the shove.
“Nope.” She smiled sweetly.
Once Bucky was a couple yards out, she called out after him. “Don’t forget to use protection!”
“Fuck. You.” Bucky mouthed at her, earning a witch-like cackle from Yelena, but not before he checked to make sure not too many people were staring.
As Bucky approached the bar, he wiped his clammy hands onto his suit, surprised at his own nervousness.
Where the hell did all this sweat come from?
Bucky cleared his throat, taking a seat in the empty stool next to you, trying to figure out how to start the conversation.
C’mon, Bucky. You’ve done this plenty of times before. Stop worrying. You’re becoming Steve. Just go for it. Say something. Anything-
“You’re Steve’s best man, right?” A gentle voice interrupted his frantic train of thought. “I remember seeing you power-walk in circles from across the garden earlier. Kinda reminded me of my grandma.”
Bucky laughed, his nerves melting away as he shot a sweet grin at you. “I bet your grandma’s got nothing on me. You see how fast I was going?”
“I certainly did. But I’m still wondering why, though.”
“What if I said that I was training for the Olympics?”
You giggled, and Bucky almost melted into a puddle at the sound. “Well then I would say that you wouldn’t last a minute there. Have you ever seen professional race-walking? It’s intense, man.”
“You saying I’m not good enough to compete?” Bucky nudged your shoulder with his own, his usual wave of confidence rippling back through him. “I’d like to see you try to beat me.”
“Give me the date and time,” You nudged him back. “You’re on.”
“Okay, okay, I see how it is.” Bucky clicked his tongue. “But, personally, I prefer to know my opponent’s name before we race to the death.”
“Well, personally,” You mocked, giving Bucky a sly grin. “I don’t like giving out private information to the enemy.”
“Fine, be that way. But since I, for one, am a good sport, I’ll start.” He dramatically stuck his hand out. “Hey there, I’m Bucky.”
You took his hand with a smile. “Nice to meet you.”
Bucky arched an eyebrow at you. “Y’know, usually when someone introduces themselves to you, you’re supposed to introduce yourself back.”
“Oh really?” You slowly pulled your hand back, and he already missed the warmth of it. “Well thank you for the words of wisdom, Bucky. I’ll be sure to try it next time.” You stretched out his name with a smirk, and Bucky turned red.
Since when was the name ‘Bucky’ this erotic?
He chuckled and looked out to the dance floor, not wanting to give away the blush adorning his cheeks. He spotted Natasha and Steve, who were dancing slowly together in the middle, staring softly into each other’s eyes without a care in the world.
“They’re adorable, aren’t they?” You followed Bucky’s gaze to the couple, resting your chin in one hand and letting out a happy sigh.
Not as adorable as you, thou-
Bucky heard his name being called out, along with someone else’s he didn’t recognize.
Yelena squeezed in between you both, swinging an arm around each of you. She winked at Bucky. “I see you two have met.”
Bucky looked over at you with a smirk. "So that's your name, huh?" He repeated it with a long and dramatic stretch, just like you had with his. You hit his foot with your own.
“Whoa, no need to get violent,” Yelena jokingly slapped the back of your head before returning her arm onto your shoulder.
“Says you.” Bucky snorted.
“Yeah, Barnes. Says me.” Yelena slapped Bucky’s head next. “Anyways, everyone’s looking for you guys. Let’s go dance.”
Before either of you could protest, Yelena was already dragging you both by the hand up onto your feet and to the crowd in the middle of the estate. She shoved Bucky’s hands onto your waist and yours onto his shoulders before hurriedly walking away. “Have fun! I’m going to go find a dance partner.”
“Um, sorry about that.” You looked down at your feet, letting out a nervous laugh.
“Nothing to be sorry about, doll.” Bucky nudged your foot with his own. “So, you wanna dance?”
“If we didn’t, Yelena probably would kill us.” You leaned forward a bit as you laughed, and Bucky caught a whiff of the flowers in your hair. “But I’m definitely gonna step on your feet, so I apologize in advance.”
“Don’t you worry, doll. You’ll do great.” He started moving his feet to the music, urging you to sway along with him.
After a couple of laughs and bruises on Bucky’s toes, you had finally nailed it.
“See, you’re doing fabulous. I’m so proud of you.” Bucky smiled.
“Mhm, you can say that after I step on your foot again.”
“Oh c’mon, that’s not gonna happen. You’ve got this shit down.” Bucky winked at you. “That’s what happens when you get a great teacher like me.”
“Keep bragging and I’ll step on your foot on purpose this time.” You threatened. However, your mocking glare quickly turned into a sweet smile as spotted Morgan, who was dancing with her dad a few feet away.
Bucky watched as you two took turns sticking your tongues out at each other, the battle finally ending once Tony and Morgan danced away over to Pepper.
The crowd slowly dwindled down, leaving you and Bucky on the dance floor along with a few other couples.
Your dress twirled around you, the fabric flowing and whispering as you moved. Bucky’s hand rested on the small of your back, and the smooth wooden floor beneath them seemed to sway along in rhythm.
“You’re great with kids,” Bucky pointed out when you turned back to face him. “I saw you with 'em earlier too.”
“Oh, thank you.” You smiled at him, flashing your teeth. “I was convinced into babysitting for the night. Luckily the kids didn’t get too crazy. Probably shouldn't have given all of them gum though.”
Bucky laughed. “I feel you. I was forced into security duty by Steve.”
“Unpaid workers unite!” You stuck your hand up for a high-five, and Bucky gladly accepted with a hearty laugh. “So you’re pretty close to Steve, huh?”
“Yeah. We grew up together in Brooklyn. Been friends for as long as I can remember. He’s always been there for me.” Bucky looked over at his best friend, who was standing with Winnie and Sam, his arm draped across Natasha’s waist, pulling her close into him. “I’m really happy for him. He deserves all of this.”
You nodded, smiling up at Bucky with sparkling eyes. “You sound like an amazing friend,” You said softly, matching the gentle music playing in the background.
And in that moment, Bucky wanted to know everything about you- your hopes, your dreams, your fears, and the stories that danced behind your eyes. Time seemed to slow down as Bucky absorbed every detail of your presence- everything from your mischievous eyes down to your delicate lips that spoke volumes without uttering a single word.
The sheer sight of your twinkling smile stirred emotions deep in him, and he wanted nothing more than to see that smile over and over again for the rest of his life. His mind scrambled to find the right words to describe the mixture of delight and nervousness he felt in his veins that created some sort of magnetic force that tugged you closer to him.
You were just a few inches away. Bucky’s breath caught in his chest.
“Central park. Tomorrow at noon. I’ll pick you up,” He whispered.
“You taking me on a date tomorrow, Barnes?” Your eyes flickered to his lips.
“Nah, doll.” Bucky inched closer. “We’re gonna race.”
And then he closed the distance with a lingering kiss.
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Fluffy Ending (2) Masterlist
part one
All That Really Counted (ao3) - orphan_account
Summary: "Imagine your OTP in bed after a fight, facing away from each other. They both begin to feel guilty about the quarrel, and roll over to apologize… at the same time. They do it so abruptly that they bump their heads together. After being dazed for a few moments, they giggle and kiss, twining their legs together and snuggling. They quietly murmur their apologies and endearments to each other until they fall asleep." based off of this tumblr prompt. (x)
Boy (wattpad) - wreckthisphan
Summary: “You’re an idiot but I’m an even bigger idiot, so let’s fall in love”. In which Phil is selectively mute but Dan can’t hear so that’s okay.
could've knocked me out with a feather (ao3) -deletable_bird
Summary: “Thank you, love you,” says the guy, and freezes. Dan’s smile suddenly feels a lot more genuine. Fluff, 2.6k
Flower Crown Luck (ao3) - HeartsAndSpades
Summary: Punk!Phil has a slight crush on Pastel!Dan and when Dan drops his flower crown in the library, Phil returns it and they start talking.
Friends Shouldn't Kiss Me Like You Do (ao3) - orphan_account
Summary: Dan knows Phil is in love with him, and has been since 2009. But as he realizes his feelings for Phil, Phil slowly stops loving him.
Hotel Day (ao3) - Fluffyphanfics
Summary: Dan and Phil do not have enough energy to go out of the hotel since they were at a YouTube event (you can choose). So, they have a lazy/fun day at the hotel
How Rare and Infinite It Truly Is That We Exist (ao3) - Felilla
Summary: In which Phil is obsessed with the stars and Dan realizes he’s in love with his best friend.
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it - phantasticlizzy
Summary: He feels it when Dan’s thumb is wiggling out of his grasp, rubbing the pink skin under his eye relentlessly, making Phil squint. “Stop that,” Dan says. His voice is commanding but also soft and it only makes Phil cry harder.
or: the aftermath of a fight
little by little (ao3) - deletable_bird
Summary: Dan's voice is voice relaxed and liquid, his posture much the same. He’s draped over the arm of the couch, looking at Phil upside down, the rim of a half-full wine glass clasped in the fingertips of his right hand. “You’re drunk, you arse,” Phil tells him, skirting the coffee table and sitting down at his feet.
Love Of My Life (Phan Fluff) (ao3) - thegirlwholikestowrite
Summary: I suck at summaries. Three words; Phan, fluff, coffeshop.
Play Me A Song, Write Me A Story (ao3) - phanimist
Summary: Dan is an English teacher who loves words but doesn’t quite love his job, and Phil is the new band conductor/music teacher with bright blue eyes that Dan loves to describe.Their friendship blossoms instantly, despite both of them wanting more right from the start.
Sick in New Years (ao3) - Fluffyphanfics
Summary: Prompt: Phil got really sick and he decided to have New Year alone at the apartment but Dan surprises him.
That Guy (ao3) - orphan_account
Summary: One video by a certain YouTuber has Dan Howell wondering for years.
We Always Come Home (ao3) - YourEyesHoldTheGalaxy
Summary: Dan comes back early from Playlist to an empty new flat and wonders what that means for him and his future with Phil.
We'll Never Be Royals (Extended) (ao3) - phanimist
Summary: royalty au where phil's the kind handsome prince and dan's a poor commoner who dreams of becoming world class musician. phil's parents hold a ball so he can meet his suitors, but he ends up falling for the pianist instead.
We’re Okay - whatisfanfiction
Summary: Dan is scarred, probably forever, which makes him vulnerable to ‘fits’. Phil, who takes Dan under his wing, tries to make things easier. Its just kinda angst with a really fluffy ending.
What was 2012? (ao3) - Yayroos
Summary: Dan and Phil talk about what 2012 was to them, now that they are together at last.
You Are Not Trivial (ao3) - phanimist
Summary: dan being a ghost doesn’t once hinder the friendship between him and phil. the two are constantly there for each other, despite their various differences in problems, and they never let the concepts of what’s ‘real’ and what isn’t define them and the relationship they have.
You're Beautiful (ao3) - Kovicenterprises
Summary: Dan's a sleepy baby and Phil can't help but fall in more in love with him every minute.
You’re Mine and I’m Yours - danalingphil-fics
Summary: Phil get’s possessive over Dan. Fluffy ending.
#phanfictioncatalogue#phanfiction#phanfic#phan#masterlists#fluff#fluffyending#fluffyending masterlist
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Your Kataang headcanons are genuinely cool and wholesome, do you have any favs?
Yeah!!!Off the top of my head:
Grunge punk Katara x Pastel punk Aang
Transfem4transfem <333 Katara is a mermaidgender girl and Aang is bigenderfluid!!
They're both age regressors and flips who switch on being eachother's caregivers
Autistic 4 Autistic
In a regular earth au Aang would be a blasian dominican and teach Katara about afrolatino culture
They call eachother 'Sunflower and Bluebell'
#biandbored#kataang#t4t kataang#aang#katara#aanglove#blasian aang supremacy#atla geekery#punk katara#pastel punk aang#trans katara#trans aang#fandom agere#atla agere#💌#askxaquestion
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i do wanna write like a smosh pastel x punk au fic and bring those back, but like, in an unexpected setting ig? like the punk works at the coffee or flower shop and the pastel works at the tattoo parlor. i also have my phan x bg3 with just under 3k i do wanna post at some point. chosen discovering he’s ace and feeling outcasted for being straightedge is something i wanna work on, as well as pw/op and pw/of bc i tend to put a lot of emotions in my smut and i’d like to try other approaches. i also have a like, celebrities!shaymien au smut based on agora hills by doja cat i haven’t completed, some ideas i’ve put brief drabbles together that my frenz have given me, a chaptered phanfic i unintentionally abandoned, a vampire!phan au, the joker shaymien, a kind of sequel to my hyh fic that popped in my head randomly aaaand i think that’s it?
#god i can never finish a fucking thing.#i have docs with over 10k words that are years old that have never seen the light of day.#and i start college next week#fun#p#writing
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isamira modern au but it's punk gf x pastel gf. also make mira SMOL
#madrigalcest#isamira#shipcest#l... legs.....#hope isabela's tattoo looks good 👉👈#ahhh to sit on your hot big sister's lap and get kisses 😭😭😭#ara draws
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i was cleaning out the notes app on my phone and i found this old as fuck au i made. I think i did post it on here when i initally made it, but i wanna share it agian
so basically from what is here, it's concept was "what if the training trio were the outcasts instead of Kokichi". it has Kokichi as a funny and miscivious class clown that most people really enjoy, while the trianing trio are seen as scary leather clad punks- Shuichi being seen as the leader of course.
apparently younger me subconsiously loved wingwoman Kaede despite at the time saying i hated her as a character, cause that's exactly the role she fills in this. She's a preppy student who's the only one who isn't scared to hell and back of the training trio, and tries to get people to stop spreading awful rumors about them. she's also trying to hook saiouma up because Kokichi and Shuichi are down bad for one another but are to scared to talk to one another for vastly different reasons.
i think i was at the start of my badboy Shuichi phase because the very next note i had after this one was labled "bikers x pastels" and told a tale of my three main V3 ships (saiouma, amamota, haruruma) being split into a biker gang and pastel candycore kids and falling for one another. Shuichi was on the bikers side.
what the fuck was going on in my little head back then???
#danganronpa#ndrv3#danganronpa v3#kokichi ouma#shuichi saihara#saiouma#au prompt#au idea#au#kai prompts#old shit
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Hey do you have any art of your TSAMS AUs? Or if not a description?
I can't find a ref through all the crossover posts.
oh god it's been almost a week, I have procrastinated too long.
The only art I have is a piece of Gluttony and Ghosty by madcat
Envy: burnt orange & red solar body, golden eyes, dresses like royalty in most warm tones
Gluttony: pastel blue lunar body, magenta eyes, dresses comfortably and has a hooded poncho
Lust: Canon Sun color scheme, white/gray eyes, dresses in sweaters and pants like a librarian
Pride: canon moon color scheme, red eyes, dresses comfortably- stressed college student vibes? beanie
Greed: canon monty color scheme, red/magenta (idk), my brain is blank
Wrath: red & black lunar body, red eyes, punk aesthetic, beanie
Sloth: pinkish red & black lunar body, red eyes, punk aesthetic, beanie
Chaos: dark blue & black body, golden eyes, lanky and a kind of cryptic form, torn up clothes in dark and/or cool tones
Gore: pinkish red & dark red lunar body, purple eyes, has tail but no end piece (torn off)
Glory: pinkish red & dark red lunar body, purple eyes, has tail with black crescent end piece
Glitter: pale yellow and coral(?) solar body, pale blue eyes, kept his jester pants with a daycare themed hoodie (that Chaos stole for him)
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Hazard (madcat's) bottom pic
Kitten (madcat's) top pic
Ghosty (madcat's) X x X
rs Solar (crystal's) These are all pre-adoption
Oh and @synthcoyote wanted this info too
#rle#envy#gluttony#lust#pride#greed#wrath#sloth#chaos#glitter#gore#glory#hazard#kitten#ghosty#rs solar
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Reasons why Kataang is a good ship
Poc4Poc m/f with the girl being darker,which combats the colorist idea that dark skin=masculine/male
The boy in it is a soft ray of sunshine who's a pacifist by virtue of being a buddhist and femme with his gf never making fun of him for it and instead finding it attractive
And the girl is feminine but not in a sanitized way and actively works to reclaim for herself against misogyny and is super strong-willed,assertive,snarky and a punk with her bf finding that attractive
Adultified kid x Kid who acts extra silly to cope with trauma and helps them feel like their age too by getting them to join them
Really cute canon aesthetic(blue x orange/'Excuse me,he asked for veggie burger!'energy with their height difference/Aang's shaved head for poc reasons and Katara's long fancy hair for her own heritage)and an equally cute one in mondern aus(Pastel punk x Regular punk)
They LITERALLY do activism together as like half their dynamic
Katara isn't forced to like Aang back and he lets her go at her own pace
And when he does mess up,it's shown for what it is and he feels bad and grows from it
Aang was Katara's hope for a better world for her people♡
Their feelings get pointed out sometimes but by people who it makes sense to know it instead of based of amatonormativity
Their daughter is the franchise's first canon lesbian and it's also canon that they instantly loved and supported her when she came out to them so KATAANG SAYS GAY RIGHTS BABEY
A fandom thing but wether you ship Kataang as your only canon couple or love all of them,there's plenty of content for both!!Maiko with a side of Kataang?Decades worth of content!You feeling like some Kataang with your Zukka?There's a high chance you'll get not only that but t4t Kataang specifically too!!And we're a rare breed but Ty Luko and Kataang in the same verse is a really fun concept that i'll be happy to talk about if asked!
And another fandom thing is that bloggers who call out gross people and have a firm grasp on the show while still not treating it as perfect and giving it rightful critisism and make the especially cute,funny and/or culturally accurate content are almost always Kataang shippers!!Seriously,they're a big reason i love the ship so much,K/A stans are genuinely one of the best kinds of people i've ever had the pleasure of meeting
You're more than welcome to add on!
#kataang#t4t kataang#pro kataang#kataang defense squad#anti zutara#aang#aanglove#katara#genderfluid aang#autistic aang#pastel punk aang#trans katara#bi katara#punk katara#autistic katara#atla geekery#💌#summerposting
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do you have any favorite ship tropes? or ship dynamics? 👀
pastel x punk
FAKE DATING OMG
punk/bad boy/girl x nerd or prep
THERE'S ONLY ONE BED. that gets wild
black cat x golden retriever
hanahaki even though it kills me
childhood friends ofc
slice of life anything
oblivious x obvious
COFEE SHOP i aint that shit up when i was 11-13
rockstar au. thats is. i cant expand bc then i'll have to make 4 different posts but it FUCKS SO HARD
anyway yeah i think thats all... those r my brain worms
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dnf 2014 pastel x punk au is fucking real
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Enjoltaire AUs I want.
Prince Enjolras and commoner Grantaire. (Of course Enjolras is still planning to take down the monarchy, but from the inside)
Teacher and teacher it would be so cute
Trainer!Grantaire helping enjolras work out.
Punk vs pastels.
Celebrity x critic
101 dalmatian au
They meet as kids and grow up together and fall in love
Opposite sides, like Romeo and Juliette or something
VAMPIRE GRANTAIRE AND BLOOD BRIDE JOLRAS PLEASE
Zombie apocalypse????
Hero and damsel
Dear Evan Handson au where R is Evan and enjolras is Zoey or something like that. Maybe r is Conner and E is Evan idk
Boy band group.
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hi!
i'm finally making an actual intro now that i have the time! now without further interruptions...
NAME: tyr, usually
PRONOUNS/GENDER: he/him, trans guy
SEXUAL/ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: greyaro, aegosexual, gay
AGE: 21
OTHER ABOUT ME: autistic, adhd, bpd, dpdr, ocpd, ocd, anxiety, and mdd (questioning system)
MAIN SPIN/HYPERFIXATION: stranger things
MAIN WHUMPEE: mike wheeler
CONTENT? sometimes! i write slowly bc of my ocpd and mdd! it's hard to get around-
FAVE WHUMP TROPE: nsfwhump, conditioned whumpee, defiant whumpee, exes whumper and whumpee, caretaker x whumpee, others i'm forgetting-
FAVE GENERAL TROPES: hurt/comfort, hurt no comfort, reaction fics, pining, pastel/punk au but only if done a certain way, outsider pov
FAVE AO3 TAG: trans [character] or hurt/comfort
FIC MASTERLIST:
OCS: ethan cabot
#🫀 - my posts
#🔪 "this is not going to end well" || whump prompts that make me super evil - literally on the tin
FIND ME:
here
discord (dm me for name)
@nonbinaryeddiekaspbrak (main, non-whump blog)
page dividers by @yokaidisarray (ur dividers are so pretty btw!)
#whump#whump intro#whump introduction#whump blog#whumpblr#whump community#stranger things#mike wheeler#bc he is mentioned#writers on tumblr#🫀#proshippers dni#actuallyautistic#actually adhd
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