#crypto au

[hourcat]

hi i cleaned up that little bit of my crypto disaster au <3 ty hawkers. ty pear.

tw: drug mentions

It’s not like Charles hasn’t worn a suit before.

Shit, he’d been in one the other weekend for his brother’s engagement party—all loud laughter and smiles, a big celebration of the youngest of his family getting married to the girl of his dreams the way everyone always knew he would. It had been a fun evening. Charles was comfortable, happy the whole time. He does know how to wear clothes to a party, after all, even if he does have a cohort of sleazy regulars who would probably say the opposite.

But standing here in the lobby of White Oaks Rehab, waiting on his appointment to be confirmed by the very nice lady at the front desk, he just can’t stop fidgeting with the cuffs of his shirt—like he’s at his first school dance and not a respectable adult. It’d started as a quick adjustment to his cufflinks when he’d first arrived and told the receptionist that he was a coworker of Pierre’s, but the burn of fraudulence had caught up with him quickly. There are a few other people in the waiting area with him, focused entirely on their phones or with their heads buried in the magazines left out, but Charles feels like they’re all staring at him as if they know.

Which—they can’t know, can they? That he’s not a business man, that he doesn’t work in finance, that these cufflinks are ones he’d snagged from the Lost and Found back at home base from a client who’d left them behind ages ago. He hadn’t even said anything to the receptionist to try and prove his fake identity. Yet the white walls, plain as they are, feel almost suffocating as he sits in one of the corner chairs and fiddles with his stupid shirt. (He’s glad he decided to leave the blazer where it was—it doesn’t even feel like the air conditioner is on right now, and he desperately hopes he put on enough deodorant before to avoid looking like a nervous kid swallowed up in his first suit.

“Mr. Leclerc?” The woman at the front desk calls across the room. Charles practically jumps to attention, all the nerves of this brash trip he’d successfully tamped down before now surging back. She must be able to tell—with a friendly smile, she gestures for him to approach the desk, a clipboard nestled in her free arm. “Mr. Gasly will see you now. If you’ll just sign this waiver form right here, I can take you right to him.”

He doesn’t even read what he’s signing off on before he goes for it. All he can hear is the blood rushing in his ears at the thought of this—of seeing Pierre again after weeks of being apart and thinking that this, whatever has been happening between them, had ended before Charles even knew it had begun. It’s exciting.

It’s absolutely terrifying.

The woman nods at him, smile still measured and calm like she can read all of Charles’ anxieties clear on his face, and then sets the clipboard back on the counter. “Am I going to meet him in a room?” The question bubbles out of him before he has a chance to think it through.

She laughs, soft. “Mr. Leclerc, this isn’t prison. I’ll be taking you to his room, and from there, the two of you have free reign of our entire rehabilitation campus.” From the way her expression seems to soften with understanding, it’s clear that she can tell he’s starting to get antsy about visiting. “Don’t worry. It’s much scarier for you right now than it is for your friend. Come with me, I’ll take you right to him.” And, with a quick nod of her head, they’re off—her in her remarkably tall heels clicking across the tiled floor, him trying his damnedest not to trip over his own two feet in these clunky dress shoes.

The nerves from before seem to double in size with every step they take. This was a stupid idea, he thinks frantically as they turn a corner. Impulsive, thoughtless, stupid stupid stupid. He’s only been hooking up with Pierre at parties that his company literally hires him for. He’d quite literally been paid to spend the night in Pierre’s lap, pressed in his side, encouraging him to indulge and indulge until he couldn’t indulge anymore. It benefitted him to be there, to do this, to be Pierre’s playboy bunny or whatever.

And, sure—Charles likes him. A lot. The number of fantasies he’s had lately that end with Pierre liking him back are too embarrassing to count. But Charles is also self-aware enough to know he’s an attractive guy, and that he’s very good at his job. The version of himself that Pierre has known all these months is one who’s always drenched in glitter and only wears shirts that match the colors of his thongs. In so many ways, Pierre only knows Charles in the dark.

There’s no dark here whatsoever. Quite literally, too, considering the enormous skylights built into the ceiling that are spilling sunlight onto the olive-colored carpet without remorse. Charles doesn’t have the fallback of his job to lean on if this goes south. He doesn’t have the dark, or the clothes, or the music or anything—it’s only him, and this definitely insane decision to visit his kind-of client at rehab. Rehab. He shouldn’t have done this, he shouldn’t have gone this far—

“Right here, Mr. Leclerc.” The woman stops at door 1016 and knocks, once. Then, leaning towards it more: “Your guest has arrived, Mr. Gasly.”

“Fantastic,” Pierre’s muffled voice comes from behind the door, and oh this is suddenly very real. Charles can’t imagine the amount of sweat that must be pouring off him right now. He glances at the receptionist, practically pleading for her to take him back, but she just nods once and turns back the way they came, somehow managing to glide away fast enough to leave Charles entirely by himself when Pierre opens the door.

He looks…good. Not that he ever didn’t, really, but it’s been a little over a month since Charles had actually seen him last, and it definitely hadn’t been this clearly. He looks like he’s put on weight—muscle, sure, but just plain weight, too, enough of it for Charles to realize, correctively, that he must’ve really been wasting away at those parties night after night with all the booze and the substances he’d been indulging in. Cocaine is a hell of a drug.

“Pierre,” he starts, but then loses the nerve to continue. I wanted to check in on you sounds too much like he’s family. I missed you feels clingy. You look good seems—well, it seems appropriate—

“You clean up nicely, Charlie,” Pierre murmurs appreciatively, eyeing him up and down once before opening the door to his apartment space a little wider. “Come in, come in.” His hand comes to rest on Charles’ shoulder, big and warm the way it always is, and the feel of it burns right through his dress shirt. Fuck.

“Thank you,” he manages as he allows Pierre to guide him inside. The room is—sparse. It’s not exactly luxury apartment living, nor is it anything like the hazy memory Charles has of the one night Pierre had actually brought him home to his place. But the light is bright, and things are clean, and Pierre’s smile is still vibrant as ever even in this context, so he probably shouldn’t be comparing too heavily. “You look good.”

“Yeah?” That crooked smile twitches across his face, contagious as ever. “I was worried you would not like what you saw in daylight, you know.” He turns around before Charles can protest more aggressively that, no, there’s no way that could happen because he’s pretty sure he’s on the precipice of falling in love. (Not that he’d say that out loud, but—but—) “Water?”

“I—I’m good,” Charles says. Pierre hums in acknowledgment, then grabs the glass sitting on his countertop and walks towards the refrigerator, where he pours a glass for himself. When he saunters back over, he settles down on a dining room chair and gestures for Charles to join him. Wordlessly, he does. Then: “You shouldn’t.”

It comes out of his mouth on its own volition, sounding more like a blurted confession than an actual, normal statement. Pierre raises a confused eyebrow at him. Charles feels the blush starting to crawl up his neck at a steadier pace. “Worry, I mean. About me not liking what I—you know. I do.” A glass of water seems like a nice option right now. Stupid. “I—daylight doesn’t, um, change much for me.” It’s about as collected as he knows how to be right now.

Pierre, who had been sipping on his drink, sets it down onto the table before him. “Really?” He sounds…different, like this. Maybe it’s the wide-open space. Maybe it’s the absence of something bass-heavy thudding through the floorboards. There’s something in his voice, now, that Charles can hear is—human. Nervous, or maybe self-conscious? Neither of those things apply to the Pierre he’s spent so much time with.

But this Pierre is different than that one, Charles knows. Even from here, this one is healthier. This one is figuring his shit out. “Yeah,” he manages in reply, choking a little on his too-heavy tongue. “Yeah, no, you—daylight suits you, mon petit.”

Pierre laughs in reply. Bright, sharp, a little absurd considering Charles hadn’t even been aiming for funny, but—it’s a nice sound, when he hears it unobstructed. A sound he could get used to again, but for real this time. “I did not think you could get more beautiful, Charlo,” he murmurs, loud grinning now having softened into a quieter smile, “but I was wrong.”

#still not tagging just bc i dont wanna fill said tag w my nonsense but. yeah. #hawkers really said ''phoebe you are going to write this fic or we will kill you.'' and you know what #10 x 16 #fic #au tag #I PROMISE IM NOT GONNA DELETE IT THIS TIME #crypto au

[comradekatara]

look. sokka IS a stem bro, but he’s not the kind of guy who would invest in crypto. he’d write all of crypto off as being for idiots who don’t realize they’re getting scammed. you know who would invest in crypto, however? who believes in diversifying their portfolio? believes, or at least claims, that bitcoin is the future? who would even buy an nft provided they knew that they could sell it at a later date to turn a profit? azula.

#tell me that sbf quote about shakespeare isn’t smth azula would say #THE BAYESIAN PRIORS ARENT FAVORABLE #in fairness azula probably WOULD make money off crypto #she’s lucky she’s shrewd she knows when to buy in and when to pull out #but she is also. cringe #modern au #sokka #azula

[just-ornstein]

Living Legacy

#trying to upload more on Tumblr again but hngk #Somehow uploading on Tumblr makes me highly uncomfortable #Here is an older drawing of Next Gen AU Spamvil with their daughter Crypto #deltarune #spamton #spamton g spamton #jevil #deltarune chapter 1 #deltarune chapter 2 #fanchild #OC: Crypto #my art #spamvil #spamton x jevil #deltarune oc #deltarune au

[mirapteo]

racer au

#cant stop making aus #my bad #my basis for this one: racer jerseys are soo hot #cryptage #holohacker #my art ♡ #crypto apex legends #mirage apex legends

[minas-linkverse]

Ravio hates NFTs, but would try to sell them anyway

Ravio would specifically use the many many ways of scamming nft buyers from their money without having to ever mint a single token.

#Dont get into crypto its a massive scam 👍 #Also minting is bad for the enviorment so he wouldnt do that #Ask #Modern au

[stephaniebrownthespoiler]

not enough Steph joins the batfam early aus that use the backstory from robin#101 in the world

#not enough steph joins the batfam early aus in general but yk #side note love that arthur but actual threat is anamed crypto-king that is so funny to me #he would definitely invest in crypto currency lmao #if i ever start writing my fic ideas i'll actually write this #stephanie brown #batfam #<-i guess i'll tag that #if this exists please tell me i want to read the shit out of it #second's comic corner

[kreoxl]

Eclipse is here!! Not the Fanon one (S.A.M.S), the Canon one (my take on fixed Ruin Sun/Moon/Eclipse from the DLC of Security Breach).

The next images are my own OCs I’ll be using in my series, some I’ll show while others will be seen as ‘classified’ and revealed later in my series >:3

Stay tuned~

#fyp #fypツ #foryoupage #foryourpage #digital art #digital artist #digital artwork #procreate #procreate art #procreate artist #procreate artwork #artist on instagram #artist on tiktok #artist on tumblr #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach #fnaf security breach ruin dlc #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf eclipse #fnaf ruin #fnaf au #fnaf fanart #the crypto star #the crypto star series #my own series #i love procrastinating

[roughluckart]

MEET THE PARTY-- a line up for my apex legends DnD AU!

#apex legends #dungeons and dragons #cryptane #octavio silva #tae joon park #elliott witt #ramya parekh #apex octane #apex crypto #apex legends fanart #Rowenna Valentina Coffey Divina #apex conduit #apex rampart #dndau #<-thats the tag ill use for the dnd au stuff

[jreads]

i definitely missed a chapter

#au in which kaz is a crypto hacker #six of crows #crooked kingdom #leigh bardugo #grishaverse #soc #six of crows memes #soc memes #grishaverse memes #shadow and bone #netflix shadow and bone #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #jan van eck #nina zenik #matthias helvar #kanej #helnik #wesper #the grisha series #the grishaverse #alina starkov #the darkling

[critterishere]

some human Cornettos i drew🗣💥

#cryptoland #crypto #foe art #human au #gijinka #cornetto the coin #traditional art #traditional drawing #traditional doodle #doodles #doodle #drawing #drawings #art #my art

[teamnick]

#pierre gasly #crypto au fr!

[hourcat]

okay and also. because its me.

Charles doesn’t even have to see Pierre to know where he is. The corner table is always where the TORO guys sit every single night they get the call. It’s even easier to tell where he is because of the loud, honking laugh that seems to waft above the club noise and right into Charles’ ears. The squeeze of his glitter thong—something he’d mentioned to Pierre the other night and had gotten such a reaction out of that he’d even set a reminder in his calendar to wear them to the next party—seems to only get tighter as he rounds the corner and spots the table of definitely-plastered Wall Street looking guys that Charles can name almost without help. There’s Max, then Daniel, then Alex…Pierre is sitting at the corner with one of the guys he can’t remember the name of, so young and fresh-faced that Charles almost can’t believe he’s one of them at all.

And then he knocks back a flaming shotglass, and the men around him scream, and, yeah. Charles will figure out who he is eventually.

But his focus, now, is on Pierre—shirt unbuttoned at least two buttons further than it needs to, sunglasses discarded on the table, sleeves rolled up to his elbows like he’s trying to show off the veins in his tanned arms and make Charles collapse before he even gets the rest of the way over.

Pierre looks up, though, and the mirth on his face seems to get exponentially brighter. “Charles!” The exclamation makes him warm in the face. “Charles, my Charlo—” he doesn’t even bother with the rest of the guys at the table before he surges up from his seat and meets him halfway, hands instinctively clutched at his waist so tight that it makes Charles a little dizzy. “Glad you could join us, cheri.” He smells like booze and cologne—something that shouldn’t be sexy but is on him, unfortunately.

“You look like you started without us,” Charles murmurs in reply, voice low enough so no one else can hear him. It feels like his body is desperate to be close to Pierre with the way he’s practically molding himself to his chest. Vaguely, he registers the rest of his friends-slash-coworkers file in behind him.

None of them matter the moment Pierre offers him that crooked grin, small and contained enough that it feels personal. “Never,” he replies, voice rough and low. “I was waiting for you, bebe, so I can get my lucky shot off you.”

Something about Pierre’s words make Charles shiver with pleasure. “Should I grab enough for the table,” he asks, smoothing a hand down the front of his shirt like it won’t be off him in a matter of minutes. It’s one of his favorite things to have Pierre and his coworkers do with him—line up the salt just below his pecs, get the lime wedge between his teeth, wait until the guys around them holler as Pierre knocks back the first shot of tequila—

Pierre’s hands on his waist tighten immediately, ripping out of the memory. “Non,” he whispers, suddenly fierce. He’s switched fully into French, now, words that only Charles can understand. “You are mine, Charles, no one else can have you but me.” Spoken so intensely that he must be trying to light the rulebook in Charles’ head on fire.

All he can do is nod in reply. “Only for you,” he breathes, pretending like he’s just talking about their drinks.

#this au is literally just all terrible things. its all terrible things. i cant stop thinking abt it. #au tag #fic #<- technically even though like. its barely 500 words and its just me painting the picture #crypto au

[katiekatdragon27]

Do you ever make a super messed up OC for a show for babies? I did. I regret nothing.

Bio and stuff below cuz it's pretty wordy:

Ruth Riddlerustic is a storybot conspiracy theorist who has extreme paranoia and attachment issues.

After her dad's disappearance, Tru decided to become a journalist in order to uncover the reason for it. She got way more information than she bargained for, both on her dad and other storybots that have gone missing. Tru tried writing about said information, but got shut down almost immediately, being fired and tossed to the streets. They tried to get other jobs, but writing super controversial articles when you live in the internet tends to follow you around. Hard. Almost everyone refused to hear Tru out.

The progressive isolation from others took a massive toll on her mental and physical health. Their family eventually started avoiding her, even ex-communicating her from anything relating to them.

The only bot she had for support was News, another journalist at the time. She let Tru stay at her place until they could get on their feet again. Tru gained an unhealthy attachment to News as a result. After a nasty fight between the two that damaged News's arm, Tru was kicked from her apartment, officially becoming homeless.

She now sits on the streets, shouting stuff no one cares to listen to.

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So yeah, just a little messed up. I wanted to go at a different angle for this OC, especially since a good chunk of her beliefs are questions that I had about Answer Time's world-building (especially the Internet episode).

Like, how many horrific things have they scanned and sent to other routers? Are they responsible for things to trend or are there different departments for that stuff? How would crypto work if it's mined on computers? Are there crypto miners? Do they live in those servers to mine Ethereum and stuff?? Are they aware of the impact of that stuff and are just powerless to do or say anything about it???

What a horrid existence. I wonder if the bots in charge of that suff are super hush hush about it. This is why almost adults shouldn't watch kid shows.

Anyway, some images of only them and her original sketch.

Thanks for reading my mindless dribble, and have a nice day :)

#they're so silly lol #they also play a pretty big roll in @rainbowwolf120's au with blipblop #so that's fun #please get this bot some therapy. they really need it #tru riddlerustic #storybots #storybots answer time #ask the storybots #story #bots #answer #storybot oc #conspiracy #conspiracy theorists #crypto shit that i don't understand #character concept #katiekatdragon27

[seerofmike]

i got several cryptane fanbooks for christmas and some of them are genuinely very sweet but i need you guys to know that one of them (by K_8WA on twitter) is about how crypto is into octane but is also like. extremely suspicious of him because of torres so when octane starts hitting on him crypto is like "he's a son of the syndicate which means he is a TWO FACED LIAR and i am never trusting him. ever" and then he goes to bed that night and proceeds to have a dream where octane is his sexy nurse and its hysterical. special shout out to the final panel of the comic where after octane asks him whats on his mind he yells "NOTHING" and then proceeds to go jerk off alone at home. we need more pathetic crypto in cryptane content tbh

#god. once i get writing motivation back and i finish my apex anniversary stuff ill have to write some cryptane #ive had an AU in mind for a while of octane hiring a fake bf on craigslist to piss off his dad on purpose and crypto does it because #he needs the money #but i think it would be kind of funny if he was actually into octane and was a pathetic sad wet loser about it and octane goes #i cant not fuck him. #anyways #apex legends #nsft ish

[mirapteo]

this is all for the cameras!!!! absolutely no undeniable unfathomable horrific falling in love going on round these parts!!!!

#this au is the only tuing ill be drawing for weeks im nto sorry #hollywood au #apex #apex fanart #apex legends #my art ♡ #crypto apex legends #apex crypto #mirage apex legends #apex mirage #cryptage #holohacker

[thistle-spores]

Anyways I think modern au Astarion is a crypto scammer

#yes me and the group chat have created an elaborate backstory for modern au astarion #yes he is a crypto and credit card scammer #actually ive figured put a lot of his crypto scam #when autism gives you a special interest you simply must make a weird little au about it #crypto scammer au