it's inspired by an au of my friend

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I kind of like the implication that Aang went through this brief period of “Fuck the Fire Nation,” after finding out that his people had been massacred. 

The show doesn’t focus too much on Aang’s grief in Book 1, but I feel like this meshes well with my headcanon about Aang being reminded of Kuzon while talking to Katara in “The Storm,” which ultimately leads to him reminiscing about him in “The Blue Spirit.” 

Deadpool!Kenny & Spider-Man!Kyle

for @teammysterion​ and inspired by this post ♥ ♥ ♥

i love this au so much and im just so upset i hadn’t thought of this years ago, it was so obvious

Let the Seasons Past || Soulmate!Junhui || Oneshot

Originally posted by gyuwoo


GENRE: fluff, soulmate!au, childhood friends?, growing up and all its glory

WORDS: 1798

BLURB: We met in summer, loved in spring. Hurt in winter, so may autumn bring…

A/N: Wrote this in one seating and mildly inspired by my own experiences lol can you feel the /awkward/


You knew it was him from the moment you met.

It was the summer when you were both fifteen; shy and awkward, still growing out of your preteen years and into your teenage ones. He said hello and smiled, so bright and beautiful that your heart skipped and your stomach flipped. He wasn’t the first boy you had met but he was the first one to have such an effect on you and the only one who stuck around even when you turned him away.

“My name’s Junhui,” he introduced himself, voice deep and clear, sending something plunging, plunging into your stomach. It sat there, that unknown feeling, until it swirled into a mini whirlpool and turned you into a blushing mess. You didn’t seem to know what to do with your hands so you stuck them to your side.

“I’m Y/N,” you answered a little nervously but smiling so widely your cheeks ached. He was so beautiful with his dark hair and almond eyes and you were failing hard at being nonchalant. But it wasn’t just his looks. It was… The way he looked at you, really looked at you, asking questions and making you feel important and interesting in a way no other had cared to do before.

You two spoke less than ten sentences to each other that first time but it was a conversation that would last a lifetime. How easily it would all have slipped away if neither of you had taken the chance to say hello, and every day you were glad you did.

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man i was going through trope bingo cards for inspiration and i realized

i’ve done so many tropes

so here’s a list, just in case anyone else likes looking at lists of fic tropes and aus :’D

  • forced/arranged marriage au
  • accidental pregnancy
  • bets and dares
  • neighbors au
  • roommates au
  • secret relationship
  • time travel
  • masquerade/ball au
  • role reversal au
  • enemies to lovers
  • enemy lovers
  • sparring fic
  • hogwarts au
  • tabletop gaming au
  • fake relationship
  • bed sharing
  • confessions
  • wet dreams
  • lap pillows
  • mistaken for dead au
  • space au
  • rule 63/genderbend au
  • alpha/beta/omega au
  • mute au
  • blind au
  • fusion
  • modeling au
  • soulmate au
  • virtual reality video game au
  • operation: jealousy
  • supernatural au
  • teachers au
  • royalty au
  • mistaken identity
  • fairy tale au
  • childhood friends au
  • college/university au
  • high school au
  • thieves au

and those i haven’t done, but would like to do in the future

  • age difference au
  • wrong number au
  • band au
  • time loop au
  • reincarnation au
  • guardian angel au
  • single parent au
  • marvel/dc heroes au
  • more to be added
Mythology Au(WIP)

Being updated!!! Check back soon!! :3
(New headcanons and entire revamps coming soon! Feel free to message me or @ohm-is-too-pure or send us an ask! We’re planning on making a shared blog dedicated to our art, writing, and shared au! So keep an eye out for that!)

AU suggestion

ransom is a detective trying to solve the case of the Umbrella Thief, a man who goes around to every building of the university after it rains and asks “has anyone found a black umbrella?” at the lost and found. he’s taken at least 5,000 umbrellas by the last count. nobody could lose their umbrella that many times. what is he doing with these umbrellas? only ransom can stop him, but he has to find him first

Say my name

Deaf Marinette AU

Nope. Totally do not have a half-written one-shot. Totally.

Also, guess who’s sick times two

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Marinette furrowed her brows as she saw the blond boy who was kneeling next to her chair, putting a gum on her seat. She patted Alya’s hand and saw what Marinette was pointing at.

“Hey! What are you doing to my friend’s chair?” The girl snapped

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Human AU Jaspis garbage (click on images for my dumb captions)

These are all based on a fic my girlfriend and I are writing!

 Peridot and Lapis are college roommates for the second year in a row. Once a month Lapis has to go out with their snotty private high school friends who are homophobic jerks. So… Peri comes a ~plan~ and she sets them up with a fake online girlfriend through craigslist. Jasper says sign her up because she thinks it’ll be funny af(it’s actually a disaster) but Jasper asks Lapis on a another date because Lapis is adorable.  Etc etc etc… gay stuff.

I dunno it’s very much a wip.

Inspired by this prompt from castlefanficprompts: ‘we take the same elevator every day and due to a misunderstanding I assumed you didn’t speak english and I’ve been talking to my friend about how hot you are for three weeks and apparently my friend has known from the start but you agreed not to tell me bc you both think its hilarious what the fuck’ au


He’s taken the elevator with her almost every day for the past week or so. Her apartment must be on one of the lower floors because it’s most definitely not his—he’d have noticed her—and he’s already thinking of ways to find out which one it is without blatantly asking her where she lives.

The first time he sees her walk onto the elevator he has to forcibly tear his eyes away from her and look elsewhere so he isn’t staring, but god is she stunning. Chestnut brown hair that falls just past her shoulders, usually in curls but there are occasions where she’ll wear it straight and he loves those days. The curls are perfect, but there’s something about the length that’s added when she straightens it that does him in. He’s only had a clear view of her eyes a handful of times, mostly when she gives him a friendly smile as she steps in, but they’re just as beautiful as she is. Brown and green with flecks of gold that stand out when the harsh elevator lighting hits them, a wonderful mixture of hazel that has him wishing he could just look into them forever.

But he doesn’t, because that’d be creepy.

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Yankity Spankity

Ok. So. I literally have no excuse for this other than the original post made me laugh so hard and my dear friend @thehexperiment is an enabler and wonderful beta. This is like, the shhitpost-iest thing I’ve ever written, and lordy, was it fun but difficult. It was inspired by a zodiac post about which line from 50 Shades you are, and I thought one sounded very nalu-esq, and then another, and another, and it turned into a challenge, I guess? So all of the following phrases can be found in this… whatever it is lol. 

Post link: http://waterjugs.tumblr.com/post/150060277835/the-signs-as-50-shades-of-grey-quotes

Lucy gets handcuffed to a street meter and let’s be real, it’s only an average day when you’re dating Natsu Dragneel in NYC. Did she mention he was a cop?

Pairing: Nalu, Fairy Tail

Words: 4148

Rating: T

Part: One Shot

Natsu was so dead.

Like, ‘Lucy would have to call Juvia and Levy to help her bury the remains of his stupidly perfect body’ dead.

“Natsu Dragneel!” Lucy screamed, metallic clacks urging on her rage as the handcuff banged around the metal of the street meter. “You get your stupid ass back here or so help me God!” She continued to screech at his retreating back. She watched as he ran faster, and blew her an apologetic kiss as he rounded a corner.

Lucy released a loud noise of anger directed at the sky. A small child looked at her with worried eyes before their mother tugged them along sharply, tapping away on her phone urgently with one hand. Lucy’s love-hate relationship with New York was leaning more into the hate aspect right now.

“Bye.” She muttered to herself, mocking Natsu’s departing squeak. “What the hell do I say to my boss. ‘Hi, sorry my piece is late, my boyfriend gently handcuffed me to a street meter and then said ‘bye’.’” Lucy hissed to herself, tugging futilely on the metal encircling her one wrist. “He’s so not getting laid for a fucking week.”

Lucy toed her bag closer, the large tote tipping on it’s side and spilling her phone onto the sidewalk, along with a tube of lip gloss, several pens, and a dog eared paperback. She bent down with a sigh, trying to kick her contents back into the canvas bag after she had retrieved her phone. She glared dangerously as she noticed a young man with blonde hair eyeing her purse, nodding to herself as she watched him shrug deeper into his grey hoodie and scurry away.

“Levy, I need you to come to the corner of twelfth and twentieth. And bring Gajeel’s spare handcuff key.” Lucy sighed heavier as she heard her friend’s baffled voice turn amused.

“Why? What did Natsu do now?”

“Guess.”

“Your boyfriend’s an idiot.” Levy chirped, background noise alerting Lucy to Levy leaving her apartment.

“You don’t know the half of it Lev,” Lucy whined, frowning as she shuffled her bag securely between her ankles, and safely protected from more threatening and broke twenty somethings. “When I woke up from a nap two days ago Natsu had managed to somehow get an orange in my mouth. A whole orange! I still don’t know how.” Lucy groaned under her breath and let her head fall forward to rest on the top of the parking meter she was now leaning on.

“… Was it a small orange?”

“Levy Ashley Mae McGarden you swore to me you would never bring that up!” Lucy banged her forehead on the unyielding metal. Her handcuffed clanked in sympathy.

“I don’t know what you mean, Lucy.” Levy hummed innocently.

“I was drunk off of that contraband vodka Cana brought us.” Lucy defended weakly. “I don’t even remember it.”

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Can’t help but make an art for this one-shot story : Dreams written by @greywitchvixen

The writer was inspired by my:  imaginary friend au post  that she made a whole story for it (I was surprised when I found out! )

Its so beautifully written that I cried!  Keep in mind that its a pretty sad story so don’t expect so much fluff in it 

Inspired by this post’s wonderful AU: ‘we take the same elevator every day and due to a misunderstanding I assumed you didn’t speak english and I’ve been talking to my friend about how hot you are for three weeks and apparently my friend has known from the start but you agreed not to tell me bc you both think its hilarious what the fuck’

(sorry if I made mistakes in RUssian and sorry for not writing in cyrilic – it’s simply because I wanted others to understand how it’s pronounced, and if I even messed that up, please tell me)


Da, da … Nyet, spasibo. Haroshevo dnya, mama. Poka.

Dean quirked an eyebrow as he entered the elevator with Sam, who nodded politely to a man already standing in there.

“New guy?” he murmured to Sam.

“Yeah, works on my floor,” Sam said back. “Castiel Krushnic. And before you ask, yes, he’s from Russia.”

The dark haired man looked up at the mention of his name and smiled politely at Dean, who absolutely did not gulp when the ocean blue eyes faxated on his, even if for only a brief moment. He nodded at Mr Krushnic and turned back to Sam.

“Hm,” he said and pursed his lips in approval. “He’s hot.”

The elevator dinged and the door opened, letting Dean out. Little did he know he left two pairs of raised eyebrows behind him.

“Does he know I can …”

“No, I don’t think so.” Sam laughed. “Oh, this is hilarious!”

Even Castiel managed a small smile, which didn’t at all cover up a faint blush.

“Maybe you should tell him,” he said. “At least he would be less embarrassed by the next time he’ll see me.”

“Are you kidding? No way!” Sam refused with a big grin only little brothers could pull off. “He embarrassed the hell out off me when I first brought Jessica around for family dinner. Let’s just say this is my payback.”

“You are just as evil as my brother,” Castiel chuckled. “But alright. It’s not like I can’t forget one compliment.”

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Mors et Vita

OC X Taehyung 
Soundtrack (x
Warm Bodies R! inspired AU
(a/n) Hmm I was watching this movie with my friends the other day and decided that I would write something based on it and here I am haha.. I hope you guys like it, and yes its still fluffy :) 

Originally posted by bangts

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The Sweetest Thing Since the Invention of Milkshakes

Greaserlock diner set 3/x
Previous: 1 | 2

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Greaser Sherlock - kassna
Nerd John (and edit) - itsloki
Photographer - mi-caw-ber

Inspiration - traumachu and her wonderful story as well as the art of archiaart

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Teasing me isn’t fair (but you’re lovely so I’ll let it slide).

Kindling

The promised follow-up to Kindred, the ‘what if Bog had been present to witness ‘C’mon, Marianne!’-AU that’s laid claim to my heart and soul. This whole thing is dedicated to Kroc, for being its main source of inspiration, but mostly for being such a goshdarn amazing friend who, despite the many hours that separate our timezones, always keeps an open ear to my ramblings <3

Bog/Marianne. Bog usually doesn’t attend the Elf Festival, but he makes an exception this year (and it’s not for the ferris wheel).

You can also read it on AO3 as The Dark King’s Folly

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five times they left (and one time they didn’t)

(my dear friend amy (swallowedsong) is stuck in an airport, so here’s a travel shenanigans piece for her.) 

(the title says it all - captain swan. au.) 

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“Are you serious right now?” 

“Very.” 

Emma sighs heavily and the clerk glares even harder, if that’s possible. She knows it’s not helping, her attitude - is sure the clerk is overworked and tired and truly unable to offer anything other than another flight in twelve hours, but - 

“Mom, can I get a hot chocolate?” 

“We’ll be back,” she tells the lady behind the counter - who barely grants her another glance before calling “Next!” as Emma ushers Henry away. 

“So, what are we gonna do?” 

“I’m still figuring it out.”

“Isn’t Storybrooke only, like, four hours away?” 

“Yes.”

They settle into the Starbucks line, Henry’s brow furrowed in concentration. Emma wraps her arm around him and tucks him into her side. 

“We can always just stay here until the next flight.” 

“Couldn’t we drive?” 

Emma had been weighing the idea in her head. On the one hand, it would probably, definitely be faster. On the other, she hasn’t driven in winter conditions on this coast in years - since before Henry was born. And at night? She’s not sure she wants to risk it. 

She’s just not sure she wants to camp out in the terminal, either. 

“We’ll see.” 

Henry nods, and quicker than she’d expected they’re at the counter, a hot chocolate for Henry and a trenta coffee for Emma (she’s either driving all night or staying awake in the airport all night; either one calls for the largest coffee Starbucks will sell her). 

Henry rushes off to pour cinnamon in his drink, and as Emma’s watching him and taking a blissful first sip, she feels a tap on her shoulder.

“Excuse me, lass, I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with the lad,” begins the stranger, a smiling man with bright blue eyes. Emma immediately goes on the defensive. 

“Oh?” 

His smile turns sheepish. 

“Just - I’m headed to Storybrooke as well. I’d been debating just driving, but alone at night, in these conditions? However, if you’d be up for it, perhaps we could carpool?” 

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