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cuddles-with-dragons · 5 months

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Fives: Who hurt you? Crosshair: *snorting* What, do you want a list? Fives: ...Yes, actually.

Store Worker: Would a “Crosshair” please come to the front desk? Crosshair, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem? Store Worker, pointing to Fives and Wrecker: I believe they belong to you? Fives and Wrecker, simultaneously: We got lost. Crosshair: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me—

Hunter: Now it's time for some witty back and forth banter. You go first. Crosshair: *sobbing* Hunter: Look, I'm not sure where to go with that.

Crosshair: *trying to get five seconds of sleep* Fives, poking Crosshair’s arm: Crosshair Crosshair. Crosshair. Crosshair. Crosshair: WHAT?! Fives: …We’re out of Capri Suns—

Hunter: I am literally evil incarnate. Hunter: I’m not actually, I just enjoy being evil. Hunter: Which I think actually makes it even more evil because I’m making a conscious effort.

Hunter: Crosshair, how do you feel about lifting heavy things? Crosshair: My doctor just said I should avoid— Hunter: Being a wuss? I agree.

Tech: Let’s not Hunter this into a worse situation than it already is. Hunter: Did you just use my name as a verb?!

Fives: I've met a lot of pricks in my time, but you, Hunter, are a fucking cactus. One even bigger than General Krell.

Hunter: Punch me in the face. Alpha: ...Punch you? Hunter: Yes, punch me, didn’t you hear me? Alpha: I always hear ‘punch me in the face’ while you’re speaking but it’s usually just subtext.

Hunter, dramatically: They called me a sadistic asshole! Fives, sick of Hunter's shit: I wasn't wrong.

Fives: The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was changing their name to Hunter.

Crosshair: Did you wash the dishes? Hunter: I thought you wanted to do that... Crosshair: *chuckles* You were WRONG.

Tech: I haven't slept in seventy-three hours. Hunter: Eighty. Democratically elected leader of insomnia. Crosshair: Bitch, it's been ninety for me. I'm going for an even one hundred. Fives: You guys are fucking terrifying.

Hunter: Don’t go picking a fight with me. I could make your life difficult. Fives, sarcastically: Wow. I wonder what it’d be like to have a difficult life.

#the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #fives #tbb au #tbb #clone force 99 #bad batch #star wars the bad batch #hunter being a sadistic asshole in this au #fives wants hunter dead and with good reason

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ask-horror-ds · 4 months

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If they were all "normal" people would they be friends? Or crush on eachother? What would happen if they had the same personaliti3s just were toned down a bit?

Moon here! we actually have an AU that, as a side effect of its original intentions, explores that

It's a D&D-inspired fantasy AU, sort of a 'everyone lives and no one is evil and they all lived mostly happily ever after.' There's still some conflict here and there, of course, but overall it's a pretty fluffy AU.

The H!DS segment is a little bit of a mess and we mainly just said 'hey hey What If' and I made some heroforge things and made some shit up.

Pluto is a blackberry bush (A Dryad; and, because nymphs of greek mythology are all born female, he's a trans man) and is an agent of absolute chaos. he wanders around with his besties Slash, a dragonborn fighter with a big fucking sword, and Byte, a crossbow-wielding dwarf ranger. Because idk, why not a crossbow. Stitches (normal DS Error) is a wizard. It's hard to translate magic strings into more 'traditional' nerd fantasy magics

Delusion is also a trans dryad; but he's a tree. Specifically a black locust tree. He and Pluto (gasp!) grew up together.

Gouge is an elf; a lancer. She's sorta Delusion's body guard, not that he really need it. Still, it's good to have an extra set of eyes out while traveling.

Hunter is a satyr and he's still a lonely little shit but he loves making new friends. He's a user of nature magic; not really druidic magic, but yeah.

I can't find any more info about how they interacted, but I know they weren't nearly as hostile with each other.

Delusion is probably recovering from people worshiping him still. He's doing better, and trying to *actually* help people.

Pluto, Slash, and Byte are probably wanted for being thieves and instigators, but they're not murderers. They probably are adventurers, though; mostly taking on bounties for monster slaying and such. "Local town terrorized by basilisk saved; saviors proceed to terrorize town for a day before moving on." that sorta thing.

Gouge is probably still pretty sadistic, but it's to a more 'normal' degree. She's not torturing people. She does not enjoy torturing people. she's kind of an asshole most of the time though. she isn't fond of people. She *is* chill with Byte, Slash, and Pluto, though.

Hunter...I think he and Byte are still on bad terms, but I don't really remember. Either way I think it's much closer to how DS Error and Blue interact in canon. Wary, and Hunter wants to be friends again, but Byte is really. not feeling it. Hunter's still being overly friendly, though.

...we uh. forgot the others, i think. oops

#horror!ds #horror!dreamswap #h!ds hunter #H!DS Gouge #H!DS Delusion #H!DS Pluto #H!DS Slash #H!DS Byte #Btw if you wanna learn more about the Fantasy AU and the many AUs that it includes in its world you can ask me on my main blog!#There's a link in the pinned post on this blog >:]

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lav-jjba-brainrot · 6 months

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OC Intro Lore Dump thing so when people discover my characters have a starting point.

Important Note before you start reading, there are two different AUs here, the Ship AU, and the Reverse Tarot/Meme/Evil AU. These two AUs and Canon cross over in a side story.

Intense themes are marked with ‼️ both above and below the paragraph(s) so you can scroll/not read if needed

Frank Kekyoin -

Meme/Reverse Tarot/Evil AU

Parody of Dank Meme / M.I.L.F. Hunter Kakyoin. I also recently started incorporating the reverse meaning of his corresponding Tarot card, The Hierophant.

Frank at face value can be best described as a Trashy Fuckboy. He's shamelessly vulgar, in both an offensive and sexual way. This is actually a facade for his fragile masculine ego and a rebellion against his rich asshole parents.

‼️⬇️INTENSE ADULT THEMES WARNING⬇️‼️

Because of his fragile male ego, he is also homophobic. And also internally homophobic as well.

He has a very unhealthy sexual relationship with Reverse-Taro (see below). Because of Frank's indulgence in sex (stems from his ego), he can't help but indulge in Reverse-Taro and his sadistic behavior.

He is avoiding any thoughts and actual feelings about this and further indulging in sex.

He will definitely need some intensive therapy after all of this, debatable if he'll get it any time soon.

‼️⬆️INTENSE ADULT THEMES WARNING⬆️‼️

Miki/Tenmei Joestar -

Ship AU

Started out as a parody of Fanon Shipping Kakyoin, but I wanted to explore and add more depth to them.

Miki/Tenmei is a kind, sensitive, and shy person. Going by his birth name Tenmei, he experienced bullying by other kids growing up because of him having a more feminine personality (and hobbies), and it turned him growing up with crippling self-esteem issues, which only start to improve in SDC with help from the group/the Crusaders.

Tenmei decided to join the Crusaders for multiple reasons. He wants to prove to himself, his bullies, and DIO that he is not weak and cowardly. He also greatly values Shiptaro (See below) saving his life. And finally, Tenmei develops a massive crush on Shiptaro after he saved his life.

The Journey in SDC is very important to his "coming of age". It is a slow and agonizing personal journey, He learns to take pride in his femininity, and decides to come out as Bigender (late into SDC)

"Shiptaro" Jotaro Joestar -

Ship AU

Similar to Miki/Tenmei, he started out as a Parody of Shipping Fanon Jotaro, But I wanted to explore and deepen his character.

Shiptaro is similar to Canon Jotaro in his Hypermasculine appearance and facade, but taken up a notch. Shiptaro is a trans man, and by SDC, he proudly wears his top Scars literally on his chest, as well as his body hair. Of course this didn't come without sacrifices, especially during the 1980s. During SDC, it's slowly revealed what Shiptaro has gone through in order to look like, be accepted as a man, and how he became a Delinquent.

A part of this is also me wanting to explore Canon Jotaro's character and backstory, but in my own way.

Just like Tenmei, Shiptaro develops a crush on him. Shiptaro saved Tenmei because not only of both his heritage (Joestar Bloodline) and childhood morals (Holy teaching him to be a good boy and his childhood hero being Clint Eastwood) of being Just; but because he sees part of himself in him. He heavily relates to being berated and out-casted by his peers, and struggling to find his true identity because and in spite of that.

Shiptaro's crush starts developing when Tenmei shows him kindness in small moments. Shiptaro definitely likes Tenmei, but he avoids accepting it due to internalized homophobia and his need to be Hypermasculine.

Shiptaro also really struggles to express his emotions (other than rage) and open up because of his hypermasculinity and trauma.

Reverse/Evil-Taro -

Meme/Reverse Tarot/Evil AU

The Jotaro Counterpart to Frank. He also works as a foil of sorts to DIO. Also an exploration of what an Evil version Jotaro could look like.

The most recent of characters to this multi-AU. Reverse-Taro is Sadistic, and believes humanity is not worth saving and "deserves to burn in hell". As of right now, I haven't decided the catalyst for this behavior. Reverse-taro is a villain protagonist who is also going up against a villain antagonist in DIO.

‼️⬇️INTENSE ADULT THEMES WARNING⬇️‼️

Because of this, he enjoys humiliating Frank. Especially sexually.

‼️⬆️INTENSE ADULT THEMES WARNING⬆️‼️

#op #ocs #jjba #jjba ocs #frank kekyoin #shiptaro #jjba ship au #lavs jjba ship au

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umbrellamedic · 10 months

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✿ i am trying so hard not to send you so many memes

send me a ❛ ✿ ❜ and I’ll talk about our muses in some capacity ; be it a headcanon or a plot idea that I’d love to write! you fool; you absolute fool, you've played into my trap- answering memes only makes me happier! >:D

I love AUs, so here's some AU things that could be fun or painful:

Fantasy/Modern Fantasy/any kind of DnD, FF, WoW, YOU GET THE POINT type verse- they have some common goal to complete and the healer sent to accompany Carlos is actually a sadist who is OFFENDED she has a natural affinity for healing. She grew up wanted to be a powerful necromancer, but noooOOOooOOooOoo.

Obligatory Vampire au: A vampire and a hunter must team up to take down some bigger threat to them both- they can totally go back to being enemies after because they won't end up friends that'll be silly. BONUS POINTS: the pale European is not the vampire for once. everyone they come across who can sense the undead just assume it's her because stereotypes.

Post Raccoon City Shamelessly Citing Your Post: while searching for Nikolai, Carlos crosses paths with Shadoloo (NeoShadoloo; either works, whatever). they agree to fund and aid in his search but in return he works for them between following leads/works for them full time after he settles his score with Nikolai. On missions a certain blond is assigned to help him- she has NO CLUE who he is. Bonus: some kind of subplot thing where either Nikolai works for Shadoloo and they hide this fact from Carlos (they're gonna betray him and try to give him the old doll treatment anyways) OR they know where Nikolai is and don't give any of this info to Carlos. They'll pay for him following any leads he finds on his own, but they aren't gonna tell him shit because it's convenient for them to let him keep his memories for intel on Umbrella/BOW shit plot point... reasons... I JUST WANT TWO BROKEN EX-UMBRELLAS AND PAIN

More supernatural bullshit because I can't think of anything else in this moment apparently: Carlos needed a guardian angel to save his life; Michaela- recently kicked out of Heaven- needs a human soul to avoid ended up in Hell/to cloak her from Heaven. Now Carlos is stuck with a fallen angel who doesn't really get how Earth works, but is totally down to keep him alive for purely selfish reasons.

Remnant Remnant Remnant Remnant Remnant Re- Listen. Post-apocalypse; only a small group of heroes to save the world; a rag-tag team, each with their own reasons for putting their life on the line against the Root; discovering the mystery behind how the world went to shit; those are some nice glowing red crystals.... it would be a shame if... they made some assholes... immortal... a bigger shame if they're blindsided by this fact and find out in the most traumatic way possible... the brainrot. is strong. too strong.

#ubcs #i am but a SIMPLE FOOL who enjoys exploring how characters are in different settings #but i know not everyone is about the AU life so this is no pressure or anything!#i just think these would be neat #i'm not gonna say it's valid to disregard this BUT.... it's not invalid...#still on my bullshit

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obsidiancreates · 3 years

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What’s This? An AU, of An AU, of An AU? Hell Yeah Baby AU Turducken.

(An AU of the Sia RP Roleplay, which is an AU of my Vampire Markiplier Egos AU. AU cubed.)

(Sia and Evan are @sororia04s’s OCs!)

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Doc stumbles through the forest, panting. Stupid speed, work, work.

“Come back! The ritual is incomplete!”

Doc keeps quiet, but in his head he’s screaming, 'Why would I want to change that?!’

He shouts as he slams into another person. He scrambles to his feet, expecting another- another wizard or whatever they were-

Instead he’s face-to-face with another terrified person, looking at him with wide eyes. “Who-who are you?”

“Who are you?”

“I-I’m no-one.”

“Me either-”

Doc and his roadblock both shout as two more people slam into them, knocking them both down. They all four get up, ready to fight.

The other two look haggard. Doc looks bad, yes, with blood on his neck and dripping down his chin and his scrubs torn and dirty, but these men look like they’ve been on the run for decades.

The one in the ruined winter coat steps in front of his friend with the pink mustache. “Are you two Hunters?”

Doc and the first roadblock share a confused look.

“What?” they both say at once.

The man in the coat sighs. “Too convincing for Hunter acting, thank god. My name is Dam- er, Dark. This is Willia- Wilford, I mean.”

The man with the pink mustache smiles and waves.

“I-I’m Eric,” the roadblock says, twisting a yellow cloth in his hands.

“Doc.”

They just watch each other warily for a bit.

“... Just been turned?” Dark ventures, looking at Doc’s neck.

Doc puts his hand over it. “Long story,” he says weakly.

“I see him!”

Dark pulls out a knife. “What’s that?”

“The story,” Doc says, “Shit, shit-”

“Climb the trees!”

Dark has scaled the tree before Doc even fully registers the words. He scrambles his way up, and presses against the trunk. Don’t see him, don’t see him, don’t see him-

He hears footsteps, and sickeningly, heartbeats. They’re right below, and oh, gross, his mouth is watering, he’s about to vomit-

“Frick off!”

The shout comes from the ground.

Doc peeks, and sees five guys facing against the, the necromancers, maybe.

“We’re searching for someone,” the head magic guy says.

“Don’t care! Frick off!”

The mage laughs. “Frick? Really?”

The guy, a young man in a dirty tank top, scowls. “Yeah, really! Googles! Go to town!”

The four other men move forward in unison, and Doc closes his eyes as screams ring through the trees. He hears most of the mages escape, but he can smell enough blood to know it wasn’t without losses.

Things are silent for a moment.

“You dudes can come down!”

Doc peeks out again.

“You have a murder squad!” he hears Dark shout back.

“Yeah, but you dudes are vamps! I am too! Kinda! So like, we’re all being hunted by dudes, yeah?”

There’s a pause, and then Dark and Wilford appear back on the ground. Eric follows. Doc sighs, steps down... and unceremoniously tumbles out of the tree.

“Ow,” he wheezes.

The guy in the tank top helps him up. “Don’t worry bruh, that leg’ll heal right up. I’m Bing, these are the Google bros. They’re named after their colors.”

The four other men make no introductions.

“They’re androids,” Bing says. “Still working on getting them to not hate people.”

“And-androids?” Eric steps away from them. “Like-like robots?”

Bing nods. “That’s who I’m being hunted down by. I’m the world’s first ever working cyborg, and like, a whole buncha androids and robots want me to lead an uprising thing.”

“Oh,” Doc says weakly. “That’s what those guys want me for, but um, not robots.”

“Oh, sweet! Er, I mean, that sucks. Uh-”

“Wait!” Dark is looking into the woods. “Hang on, I know that feeling-”

Two more people tumble out of the woods yet again. Dark catches on, and his eyes widen in disbelief. “The DA?”

The person moves out of his arms, an equally disbelieving look on their face. They bring their hands up and sign, “Damien?”

The other man gets up, groaning. “I’m fine, thanks for asking,” he grumbles.

“Mark,” The DA signs, “Mark, it’s Damien!”

“Holy- you’re alive? Your file said you were probably dead.”

“Really? ... Then why the fuck are you Hunters always after me?”

Mark shrugs. “They kept a lot of secrets. Former Hunters, by the way.”

“Dude, we’ve got a whole troop going!” Bing looks excited by this.

“Hey Bing?”

“Yeah, Doc Dude?”

“You can let go now. My leg did heal up, I think.”

“Oh, yeah, for suh dude! Sorry.”

Doc stands up, and tests his leg. “Oh, that’s freaky.”

“You-you get used to-to it,” Eric says tiredly.

“If there’s anyone else in the woods, please come out now!” Wilford shouts.

“There can’t possibly be-”

Three more people step out.

Dark throws up his hands. “What do I know? A hundred and thirty years old and I’m still oblivious.”

The guy in the middle, a man with a once-white shirt and striped pants, waves a little. “We’s was hoping youse would move on, to be fairs. We’s bein’ hunted too.”

“By Hunters?”

“Uh, I’m bein’ hunted by my olds dance troop.”

“Oh. That’s... new.”

“The Host is being hunted by a group of Artistic Sadists whom he used to be friends with.”

Everyone startles, getting a proper look at that guy for the first time. Bing slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle a scream, and Eric starts to hyperventilate.

“The Host is aware he has no eyes. He will not be offended by freak outs.”

“No, no, I’m over it,” Bing says, voice a little strained. “It’s bad-butt. ... I have a swearing filter in my programming, please don’t look at me like that. I literally can’t control it.”

The last man raises his hand. “Hi, Bim Trimmer. Have you heard of my family before? Old money, stuck up, evil assholes who want to sacrifice me to gain immortality and power.”

Doc and Eric speak at the same moment.

“I think that’s what the mage guys wanted to do to me.” “I-I’m on the-the run from my-my dad too.”

“Oh, we already have something in common. How nice.”

They all stand around looking at each other for a while.

“... You guys wanna team up?” Bing suggests.

Bim gives him a look, raising his eyebrow. “We just met. And it seem like most of us already have teams.”

“Look, we’re all being hunted, yeah? By a buncha different groups. But like, we’re a small army, right? There’s like, fourteen of us. We might as well stick together.”

“We don’t even know each other,” Dark argues.

“We know none of us are trying to kill each other! That’s already way better than most of our interactions with strangers, yeah?”

There’s murmurings of agreement.

“Alright, so, let’s just like, try to trust each other, and see if we can, I dunno, manage to make a home base. Pretty obvious we’ve all been running for our lives for like, years on end, so-”

Doc and Eric shout, jumping to the side, as two more people roll out of the woods. This time, people with heartbeats.

They both get to their feet as quick as they can. The woman holds a pocket knife in her hands, and the young man holds a heavy book. Siblings, clearly. They press against each other, eyes wild and with a readiness to fight.

There’s a tense silence, a breeze the only disturbance in the area.

And then Bim speaks up.

“So, who’s chasing you two?”

The two siblings look confused for a moment.

“We’re all being hunted,” Dark says in the voice of someone who’s rehashing something he’s tired of rehashing.

“... It’s personal,” the woman says.

“Is it your family? That’s what I first said, and the answer if my family,” Bim replies.

“... Maybe.”

“What’re your names?” Dark asks.

“... Sia.”

The young man looks at her like she’s crazy, and she shrugs. He looks up. “... Evan.”

“Nice too meet you.” “Hi.” “It-it’s a pleasure.” There’s a whole speech’s worth of different greetings.

Bing beams at them. “Want to join our club?”

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wincestbigbang · 4 years

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2019 Master Post

Title: Invisible Touch Author: ellerkay Artist: blindswandive Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: Sibling incest, first time, mind control, mind control aftermath and recovery, mind rape, blow jobs, anal sex, kissing, making out, hand jobs, telepathy, guilt, shame, emotional hurt/comfort, barebacking Summary: A witch with mind control powers makes Sam and Dean have sex with each other for the first time, forcing them to confront their desire for one other. Afterwards, they find their way back to intimacy and to healing. Art: Live Journal Story: Live Journal | Ao3 Title: Undertow Author: laughablelament Artist: Nisaki (a.k.a. swan_song21) Rating: NC-17 Warning/Spoilers: non-graphic suicide attempt Summary: A not-so-brotherly riff on The Little Mermaid. “And the Broken Hearts, men without country, without family, are transfixed and transformed by the Song. But all is not lost. For the Love of a Mortal can melt the Mer Heart, and thus restore the Human Form.” -the lore Art: Live Journal | Tumblr Story: Ao3 Title: Suits Author: twoboys2love Artist: leaf_zelindor Rating: PG-13 Warnings/Spoilers: important spoilers from season 1 to season 10 (If you haven't watched) Summary: Suits the boys have worn over the years... and the feelings they inspired. Art: Live Journal Story: Live Journal | Ao3 Title: Kale or Nada Author: smalltrolven Artist: tx_devilorangel Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers for episode 14.13. Summary: A coda to episode 14.13 “Lebanon” set in the AU from the epic 300th episode. Sam is an ultra-rich internet-famous tech corporate lawyer that sends the best criminal defense lawyer in the country to get Dean out of his jam with the FBI. Within a few days of being released from FBI custody (with an apology!), Dean is sitting in the living room of Sam’s Art: Live Journal | Ao3 Story: Live Journal | Ao3 Title: Slipping Through the Minutes Author: sci_fis Artist: emmatheslayer Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: N/A Summary: Omega Sam (16) and Alpha Dean have been in a relationship for a couple of years, but Dean refuses to mate with Sam until he turns 18, insisting that Sam should be old enough to give informed consent first. But when young unmated omegas start going missing, things may change. Art: Live Journal Story: Ao3 Title: Playtime Author: jdl71 Artist: cherie_morte Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: Dark Fiction, Blood, Sibling Incest, Murder, Violence, Kidnapping, Torture, Bottom Sam, Top Dean. Summary: Sam and Dean Winchester have embraced their dark desires for each other and for killing not just the supernatural. They travel, looking for a new toy for Sam to play with and something for Dean to hunt. They enjoy hearing the screams of those they hunt; Sam loves to see their blood drip from his knife while Dean enjoys the thrill of the hunt. Art: Live Journal Story: Ao3 Title: After the End of Everything Author: amypond45 Artist: amberdreams Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: None Summary: Michael won. He took the world down, then opened a portal to another universe and moved on, leaving Sam and Dean to pick up the pieces. After his possession, Dean is a burned-out shell with no conscious memory of anything that happened during his time as Michael’s vessel. Sam takes his broken brother on the road, and together they make their way home, hoping to find others who made it through the End of Days, hoping to find a way back to each other. Art: Live Journal | Ao3 Story: Live Journal | Ao3 Title: All My Loves Author: ncdover/ncdover1285 Artist: sandy79 Other Pairing(if applicable): Dean/Cas, Sam/Eileen, Dean/Lisa, Sam/Jess (mostly mentioned) Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: Major Character Death, Underage Summary: They say that we fall in love with three people over our lifetime, each one for a specific reason. Each person that we fall in love with is something that we are seeking at that particular time in our lives. Dean has been falling for Sammy in many different ways over the years, for as long as he can remember. How could he possibly have three loves? So he sits down to think it through and decides that while he may have had three loves in his life, he has never stopped loving his Sammy, and never will. Art: Live Journal | Ao3 Story: Ao3 Title: Love, Lies, & Lap Dances Author: wicked-wincest-writer / cleighwrites Artist: bluefire986 Other Pairing (if applicable): Sam/Jess, Dean & clients (mentioned/background) Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: Angst, hypothermia, mentions of prostitution, frottage, anal sex, incest (duh!), slowest of burns Summary: Sam was a freshman at Stanford who had no idea how his big brother was paying for him to live off-campus. Dean was a part-time escort and a full-time liar. How will Sam react when he finds out exactly how Dean has been paying for everything since they left their dad behind? Art: Live Journal | Ao3 Story: Tumblr | Ao3 Title: Dead Hearts Author: raving_liberal Artist: kuwlshadow Rating: R Warnings/Spoilers: Body/Medical Horror, Blood and Gore, Blood Kind (Kinda), Canon-Typical Violence, spoilers for Season 02 Summary: A gory vision sends Sam and Dean to New York to investigate a series of bizarre murder-suicides among organ transplant recipients. They soon find themselves racing the clock to save a kidnapped girl before she becomes the next victim. Nightmares and the memory of Dean’s heartsblood on his lips haunt Sam through an investigation that puts the brothers on the trail of an ancient Norse legend. Art: Live Journal | Ao3 Story: Ao3 Title: Catch the Wind Author: sarasaurusrex Artist: bluefire986 Other Pairing(if applicable): Castiel/Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: Mostly Wincest, Wincestiel at the end, teencest, Flashbacks, Time Travel, Action/Adventure, Angst, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Young Sam Winchester, Young Dean Winchester, John Winchester Being an Asshole, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Butterfly Effect, Choices, Changing the past, OC Villains, Guilt, Castiel Does What Castiel Wants (Supernatural), Threesome - M/M/M, wound care, Making Out, Don't Wake Dad, Healing Sex Summary: When a rogue angel Castiel once spared begins murdering angels on the West Coast, Sam and Dean help Castiel hunt the angel down once and for all. Along the way they find themselves in a place they stayed in as teenagers. It brings back memories of Sam’s 16th birthday, when he was being hunted by a delusional friend of John's who was determined to stop the next King of Hell. Unbeknownst to Sam, Dean, or Castiel, the past and present are inexplicably intertwined, and sparing the angel in the past has unfathomable consequences for Sam and Dean's future. Fate, chance, and redemption must all be confronted for the trio to move on. Art: Live Journal | Ao3 Story: Ao3 Title: There Goes the Neighborhood Author: amusawale Artist: tx_devilorangel Other Pairing(if applicable): Sam/Jessica Rating: PG-13 Warnings/Spoilers: Slow burn, canon compliant wincest, pre-series AU Summary: Dean didn't get to collect Sam from Stanford. They never took to the road together. Sam went on to be a lawyer and Dean did his hunting thing. But now Sam wants to run for mayor and he needs to scrub his record of this annoying brother who is a stain on his impeccable record. He meets with Dean, and asks him to "kill himself" so that Sam can be free of him. Dean agrees. Sam is dissatisfied now. Why does his brother find it so easy to let him go? (which, really, hypocrite much?" - the author says as an aside) Art: Live Journal | Ao3 Story: Ao3 Title: Love the Sinner: Embrace the Sin Author: paperann Artist: 2blueshoes Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: Explicit Sexual Content, Dark Themes Summary: While Sam and Dean were raised as hunters, it was their choice to continue the fight against evil—their duty to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves. Time and time again, they’d save the world, fight the monsters, but in truth: Destiny doomed the Winchesters from the start. Why else was Sam born as Lucifer’s true vessel, spiraling into a demon blood addiction so easily and spectacularly—unless an inherent darkness resided inside him all along? How could Dean wield the Mark of Cain, only passed down through biblical blood and honed by those few deemed ‘worthy'—unless he wasn’t a natural-born sadistic killer? In a sad twist of irony, the Winchesters were always fated to be monsters, no matter how they tried to even the scales. Aboard a sinking ship, they chose insanity—Dean scraping together broken parts to stay afloat while Sam kept thinking love conquers all—maybe it was time to let go, to drown. Giving in didn’t necessarily mean giving up. Even if it hurt, there could be another life waiting for them. Together. Anything was better than being trapped in this cycle—whether it was cowardice or courage it didn’t matter—someone had to break it, before it broke them. Art: Ao3 Story: Ao3 Title: For The Love Of Chuck (Or Not) Author: runedgirl Artist: a_biting_smile Rating: NC-17 Summary: After Chuck’s revelation, Sam becomes hopeless enough to want to give up on life itself, so Dean knows he has to take drastic action. What can they do that Chuck would hate enough to give up on his “favorite show” and let the Winchesters make their own choices again? Warning/Spoilers: Takes place directly after the Season 14 finale. Castiel appears as a side character, no romantic undertones. Art: Live Journal Story: Live Journal Title: A Map Without Landmarks is Useless Author: Zee487 Artist: An Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: Major Character Death, Suicide Attempt, Violence Summary: When Sam is born, John props Dean’s elbow up on a pillow, carefully places the tiny wrinkled bundle into Dean’s arms, and tells Dean, “This is Sam. He’s your brother. You gotta watch out for him.” Dean looks at his brother’s big, clear eyes looking back at him and feels Sam’s tiny hand wrap around his finger and falls head over heels in love. Art: Tumblr Story: Ao3

#wincest big bang #wincest big bang 2019 #master post

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ninjacat1515 · 5 years

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Tropes I love

At least they’re tropes in the AU, but come on they NEED TO BE A THING:

Vampire and other supernatural solidarity: Freeing eachother from the horrors of humanity and Hunters.

Hunters being a total piece of shit: Manipulative, sadistic, abusive assholes who are called out on their disgusting ways and stopped.

Monster Sanctuary: where vampires and other non human beings are welcomed to a place of healing and hope; where they can be safe from humans and raise a family.

Compassionate Hunters: Some of those who hunt vampires and others, actually have a set of goddamn ethics, a heart, and a conscience and aren’t genocidal freaks.

#tropes #monsters #feel free to add

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ridleytheknight · 7 years

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The Mafia’s Son Part 1

So, I’ve gotten quite a large amount of comments asking for a series and for dark lance. And I’ll tell you. I listened. In my own way. So, I present to you a mafia au of our fine blue boy! The Young Prince of the McClain family.

Lance was the youngest of the family. And he’d proudly say that to anyone and everyone that would listen to him. Though, he doubted that people really just how much weight that held in his family, the McClain family. He was the baby of the family. A family that was… how would it be said? Rather, well known. Famous even, if you knew who to ask. All the attention just for their small family business. It really wasn’t too big of deal. Well, not a big of deal for them being one of the biggest mafia’s in Cuba with connections internationally. Lance was a lucky boy being the youngest. With all his older sisters coddling him and protecting him, there was always someone playing with him, or teaching him things. Protecting him from the big bad world.

Just look at Lance’s first boyfriend, the mess it was. He’d been an asshole, taking advantage of Lance’s money and love. Then breaking his heart when he slowly realized just who Lance was. His sister had not been happy. Lance was hurt.

Luckily, the pain wasn’t so bad that he couldn’t enjoy painting targets of that jackasses pants and watching his sisters taking turns with their pipes. He did warn his dear Johnny that his sisters would bust his kneecaps if he hurt Lance. Johnny had said he’d love Lance forever… but obviously that was a lie if he was fucking some other girl on the side. Sweet girl. Lance liked her, he took great pleasure in stealing her to be his own when Johnny was in the hospital, and remaining her closest friend when the relationship was broken off.

That doesn’t mean Lance was completely helpless… they didn’t call him the dark prince for nothing. He was the young prince of the family, with family members that would protect him with their lives. They would do anything for him, enjoyed taking care of him and smothering him in protective love. But Lance was more than capable of taking lives of his own. Mama didn’t raise someone lazy. And Papa didn’t raise a son who was at the mercy of his surroundings. He was the hunter, not the prey. Lance was just as driven and hardworking as his older sisters. And Lance couldn’t help but think that maybe that was his saving grace. Though, he guessed no one could have guessed the son of a mafia would be shot into space to fight an intergalactic war with giant metal space lions.

Hey. He’s seen weirder things growing up he guessed. His uncle was quite creative with a can of spray paint, a crow bar, and toothpicks. He’d never seen a torture victim crack so fast. Though, Lance was more partial to kill them with kindness. Mercy and guilt. Classic. And worked so well for him, being the so called ‘innocent one’ of the family.

Too bad everyone that could disprove that was either family or dead.

Oh well, that was a shame he guessed.

What Lance couldn’t have guessed however, was just how hard it was to be in space without his family. The loneliness and frustration was almost crushing. He couldn’t get a break from being smiley and joking. He didn’t get to let out his frustrations anymore. The bloodlust inside him aching, the need to dig and tear into someone, watch their pain beneath your fingernails. Blood. Red. True. Honest. It was difficult to act normal without a break for so long. Acting average in training simulators where he could easily handle his own load, but had to stumble a bit. They had nothing to technically be suspicious about. And he guessed he could explain himself. But, that would be. Inconvenient. Gaining trust was time consuming. He cared about them so much. He’d never hurt them. But if he confessed his sins, would they still believe that?

It was easier if they never found out. Even if the dark prince within him was growing impatient. Itching to just get this over with and go home. The temptation to find and corner a Galran general on a mission and just take the information he wanted was so an enticement that was so hard to resist. Lance had to wonder just how long he could take it. The jabs at his goofy nature, a personality that was warmly received at home. The biased behaviors, everyone preferring someone else to his company, excusing Coran. If only he’d met Coran on earth. His father would have loved him. They would all be well taken care of when they got to earth, whether they learned why that would be or not. Lance had his plans.

He was going to get Pidge and Hunk into good colleges or careers dependent on their wishes, they had enough military and fighting for their short lives. Shiro would be urged into counseling by everyone, so that wasn’t a worry. Though Lance would be sure to make sure he would get only the best job in whatever field he would go into. Keith, he was a little more difficult, Lance would have to wait and see before he made any decisions. God knows where Keith was going to stay. Though with how cozy him and Shiro were getting, Keith was probably sure to stay with Shiro. Either way, Lance would be sure that Keith would not end up in some shack in a desert. He loved all the paladins, but he knew for a fact he had a soft spot know as a crush for both the red and black paladins. It wouldn’t affect any judgement he had on them. And he certainly wasn’t jealous per-say of them finding affections in each other. He couldn’t have them anyway. They were pure. Naïve. He wouldn’t taint that.

Maybe them getting together in front of Lance’s eyes was the next best thing. Whether it doomed him to other fantasies or helped him move on. He didn’t know just yet… guess he’d find out as the days went by. Lance leaned back against Blue’s paw. Head lulled back with a smile.

Blue was the only one that knew everything. Mind melds were easy to avoid the memories of a little five-year-old Lance holding a gun. Or the many ‘interrogations’ and strewn bodies parts that stained the floors of the training rooms. It wasn’t that hard really. All he had to do was push forward the memories of his sisters and parents. Christmas trees and laughter. Playing card games and speaking Spanish together into the night.

“Hey Blue, do you think I’m a bad person?” A purr of reassurance rang through his mind, soothing him. She loved him regardless of human laws and moralities. She sensed his good heart. His love for their team. She was not worried about him hurting anyone that didn’t deserve it. Didn’t mind that he had human blood on his hands as well as alien. Maybe that even helped him, the others all had a hard time with the concept of deaths on their head. Needing comfort which Lance was often the one to give as the friendly and cheery paladin. Holding Pidge and assuring her it was okay, she would find her family, and they would love her all the same. They loved her too. Hunk always would need a hug. His anxiety and guilt reaching high levels until Lance could curve it. Whispering quietly and helping Hunk destress, think with a clear head. Lance helped Keith keep his mind off it. Sparring with him. And giving subtle reassurance whenever a flash of fear and guilt would ring through those violet eyes when Keith would pin Lance or point a weapon at him. Shiro was a little harder to help, but also was easier in a way. He was used to death. Most of Lance’s comfort was given to Shiro by finding him when the nightmares were bad and staying with Shiro. Quietly humming, or talking in a low voice until Shiro would drift back to sleep.

Lance wandered if he noticed how even when he helped them, he didn’t quite get or need help himself. Looking down the barrel of a gun and taking someone’s life was a feeling Lance knew quite well. And if there was a reason for it. Lance was quite fine with the feeling, only enjoying the rush of pleasure and sadistic desire. Lance knew if he killed an innocent, with no ties to his family, those feelings would drown in guilt and ill emotions. So, Lance would avoid that, he never hurt anyone that hadn’t hurt or threatened him or his family first. Just like he’d avoid scaring and hurting his new family with his blood ties. His Blood Right.

Lance didn’t realize just how hard that would be to avoid.

Secrets don’t hide in the dark forever after all.

#langst #kinda?#dark lance #mafia au #mafia lance #shklance #in the future at least #blue lion #starling archive

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feralbangtan · 7 years

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Paranoid: Part 6{Final}

Member: Jeon Jungkook(BTS) Genre: Angst AU: Witch/Soulmate Warnings: Major character death/slight slut shaming Word count: 1.9k Series Masterlist

Jungkook

Sleeping on the dirty floor was uneventful, dirt was clinging to our clothes and our faces. It didn’t help that we had been in the stupid cell for three days, which I guess confused Y/N because she said that they normally would have burned us already, but something is delaying them I guess. Taehyung has a theory that they’re getting my parents to come here and shame me, which honestly wouldn’t be surprising, but the hold off is giving me more time to work things out with Y/N, which is pretty great, mainly because of the whole lying to her thing, it’s understandable on why she was angry, but I’m sure it still hurts her that I lied to her.

Today the three of us spent the morning laughing at Namjoon because we’re us and our powers weren’t necessarily gone, so we just kept moving his stuff when he turned around, he found us out when we actually started making him do stupid things, like pick his nose or just you know, punch Jin in the face, that one was the best moments because it actually started a fight between the two men, which was broken up by Yoongi because he didn’t want any more violence.

After the fight Namjoon got a sadistic smile on his face and walked to the entrance of the headquarters and when he came back, as Taehyung had theorized, there were my parents with disgusted looks on their faces. I just rolled my eyes and put my arm around Y/N, as if they could hurt her from here.

“When?” My father asked in a booming voice.

“What do you mean when?” I replied.

“When did that little Satan slut turn you into one of her kind?” He asked angrily.

“It wasn’t her.” I replied.

“It was that Yuri girl, I told you not to get close to her.” He said.

“I’m sorry to interrupt this, but I don’t appreciate that name you called me.” Y/N chimed in.

“Oh I’m sorry… I don’t care.” He said.

“Don’t tempt her, she will bite off your fingers.” Hoseok said as he walked passed.

“Oh yeah… hey Namjoon, what’s it like not having a pinky?” Y/N asked with a laugh.

“Shut up.” Namjoon sighed out.

“So you lied to us, you became a witch, and you decided to run away?” My mother said.

“Well yeah, I didn’t feel like having my parents actually murder me for being something they kill on almost a daily basis.” I answered.

“He has a point.” Y/N said.

“I didn’t ask you, hey you in the sweater, why haven’t you said anything?” My dad asked, while pointing at Taehyung.

“This is business between you four, I’m only her brother and I don’t need to be included in this conversation.” Taehyung answered sternly.

“The four of us?” My mom asked.

“Yeah the four of you, Y/N is involved because she’s dating Jungkook and she has say in some of the things you’re asking, and to chime in on the earlier comment, that name isn’t cool.” Taehyung answered.

My parents both rolled their eyes at the last statement and they started leaving, only to be stopped by Namjoon.

“Are you not staying to watch them burn?” Namjoon asked.

“No, we’re not staying, I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to watch my son die in front of me.” My mom said.

“Yet you’re okay with him dying when you’re not here, that’s still pretty fucked up.” Y/N said.

“How exactly is that fucked up, he’s scum now, he can die, but it doesn’t change that I’m his mom.” She said.

Y/N sighs at my mother. I look at her as she walked away, the words she said hurt, I no longer matter because I was turned into a witch, I was bound to start crying, but of course because Y/N was right next to me she just hugged me closer to her body and kissed my cheeks to make me feel better.

“Get a room you two.” Yoongi complained.

“Fine, then let us out and we will.” Y/N retorted.

“I’m not letting you two out, you’re insane.” He said.

“Then I guess you just have to deal with us being love birds, so suck it up buttercup.” She said.

“I’m so lucky that this is the last day we have to deal with your asses.” Jin said as he walked passed us.

We all stayed quiet after he walked by and I looked right at Y/N.

“How will I know if we come back?” I asked.

“I normally just see a bunch of colored lights and stuff, that’s how I’ve known.” She answered.

“So if there’s no colors, assume I’m gone forever?” I asked.

“Yeah, assume you’re dead.” She replied.

I sighed and watched as Namjoon walked passed with multiple sets of heavy rope, and now is when I’m getting scared. It’s going to happen, we’re goners, I have a feeling that none of us are coming back after this.

“Hey worry wart, can you chill with the negativity for like five minutes, I can hear you all the way over here.” Taehyung said.

“Wait what, he didn’t say anything.” Yoongi said in a confused tone.

“You don’t know how witches work dummy.” Y/N said.

“How can I not, I catch and kill them.” He said.

“If you want to learn, come in here and we’ll teach you a bit before we just you know die.” Y/N said with a soft smile.

“No, you’re trying to trick me.” Yoongi replied.

“No I’m not, although you are a witch hunter and I am a witch, it doesn’t mean I can’t teach you the truth.” She explained.

Yoongi hesitantly walked towards the cell, he unlocked the door and came in. He shut the door behind him and sat down in front of the two of us.

“Before I say anything, I’m sorry I hit you with a curtain rod.” Y/N said as she scratched the back of her neck.

“Your fine kid, don’t worry about it.” He said.

“So what exactly do you want to know?” Y/N asked.

“Anything you think I wouldn’t know.” He answered.

“Oh so basically everything.” Y/N said with slight chuckle.

“I guess?” He said in a confused tone.

“To start off, with how Taehyung could hear Jungkook thinking, we can hear thoughts, Taehyung is just really sensitive to it so he can just hear the thoughts without trying.” Y/N said as she got more comfortable in my arms.

“So can you hear what I’m thinking?” Yoongi asked as his eyes widened.

“If I wanted to, yes, but I don’t want to because I’m sure it doesn’t matter to me.” Y/N says.

“Fair enough.” He said.

“You obviously know about the sulfur thing, but to witches we have different scents. I smell like lavender, Jungkook and Taehyung smell like peppermint. If Jimin was alive he’d smell like vanilla.” Y/N explained.

“Why is it like that?” He asked.

“It’s power level, Jungkook and Taehyung are one stage of power higher than me, I have the second most powerful scent.” She answered.

“I won’t make you talk about Jimin because what Namjoon was brutal.” Yoongi said.

“I’m just going to put multiple things together now. We don’t have demonic animals and we have nothing to do with Satan. Only about 12% of witches are evil, the other 80% struggle because of this, and finally, witches actually have soul mates, Jungkook just so happens to be mine, you know they’re your soul mate when your eyes flash amber whenever you do something intimate or a large rush of their scent is sent your way.” Y/N said.

“Wait, you two are soul mates?” He asked.

“Yeah, the universe decided it should happen, I was a bit shocked myself when I found out Jungkook was my soul mate, he’s technically an artificial witch because his ex-girlfriend turned him into a witch, his ex was a part of the 12% that ruin everything, but it’s okay, Jungkook is great in my eyes.” Y/N said with a smile.

“I feel like I should apologize for killing your parents on the behave of all of Syndicate because I can only imagine that was painful for you and Taehyung.” Yoongi said.

“I accept the apology!” Taehyung said happily.

“I accept it, but it was bound to happen sooner or later.” Y/N said.

“Are we really that scary now?” I asked.

“You guys aren’t, well aside Y/N when she’s angry.” Yoongi said.

“I did bite off two of your member’s fingers, so that’s understandable, but you haven’t made me angry so you’re good.” Y/N said.

“I’m going to go talk to Namjoon, I’ll see if he can let you guys go, you’ve made me change my mind about this, you guys have a soft spot in my heart, you guys are just humans with powers, there’s no need to be scared of you.” Yoongi said as he got up from the ground.

Yoongi walked out of the cell, and he didn’t lock the door when he left and it made me confused. What is he trying to do, is he trying to help us escape now?

“Jungkook, did we just talk a witch hunter out of being a witch hunter?” Y/N asked.

“I think we did,” I said with a smile.

Yoongi came running back to the cell and looked right at us with an apologetic face, and that’s when Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jin came in. Namjoon ripped Y/N off of me and put her over his shoulder. Jin picked me up by my arms and dragged me out of the cell, as we passed Yoongi, he mouthed he was sorry to me and I just hung my head, there was nothing we could do now. The three men took us outside and tied us to stakes, I was so scared, I didn’t know what to do anymore. Yoongi ran up to them quickly and I had no idea what he was doing.

“Please don’t do this, guys they’re good people, they don’t need to die, please don’t do this.” Yoongi pleaded.

“What has gotten into you, they’re scum, they need to die, they hurt humans and they don’t deserve to live,” Namjoon said.

“You’re an asshole you know,” I said angrily.

“Whatever,” Namjoon said coldly.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed at him. Jin had containers of gasoline and Hoseok had multiple lighters, now I’m a lot more scared and I’m not okay with it at all. I watched as Jin poured the gasoline on the wood below us, and well after that Hoseok lit the lighters and threw them on the gasoline-soaked wood and it burst into flames immediately. It was high already, it was just barely up to my shoes before I looked over to Y/N who was screaming in pain because her feet were already on fire. It only took a few more seconds before it hit me, I wasn’t screaming but I was thrashing because well fire hurts.

“I’d recommend getting your last words out now before you’re dead.” Namjoon said.

I looked over to Y/N again. “Y-Y/N, I-I love you!”

“I know!” She screamed.

“Do pigeons have feelings?!” Taehyung screamed.

I didn’t have time to react to his stupid question because by the time he had finished, I was completely engulfed in flames, I was screaming, I’m sure I was crying too, but I couldn’t tell because of the burning of my face and body.

Suddenly everything was dark, there was no colors, there wasn’t anything. There was just darkness.

#repost #jeon jungkook #jungkook angst #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #witch au #soulmate au

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