#bp au

[aeonianlunartine]

Saw what @anxiety0-0 left in the reblog notes of my last post and I had to draw it, sorry not sorry.

[merormerlin]

Hey, everyone! I'm Mer. This is my only AO3 account.

I have blanket permissions for anything and everything I make— you can do anything to it, just don't claim it as your own.

(Minus anything AI related.)

Prompt asks are allowed and appreciated! (but are made by joy and whimsy, not obligation!)

FIC LIST:

You Can't Spell Malfunctioned Without Fenton - 55k words, WIP. An adoption plot of Jazz and Danny nearly dying every five minutes, the Bats being confused, and the GIW being assholes.

plunge your sword within you chest - 5.5k words, WIP. A Broken Pantheon AU of the Kane Chronicles. Carter and Sadie causing chaos and incorrectly believing that the gods are killing their kids.

The Criminal Confuser and Coffee Shop Cryptid (Who Is Peter Parker?) - 2.1k words, completed. A Peter in Gotham one shot of him being a mysterious cryptid of a coffee shop and gaining a minor fan base.

The Ghost, the Magician, and the Spider - 14.8k words, WIP, being edited and revised. Danny Fenton, Billy Batson and Peter Parker being thrown into the X-Men universe and causing chaos along the way.

Time Is Always In Limited Supply (Can't the Future Just Wait?) - 12.2k words, WIP. A continuation of The Criminal Confuser— Peter saving Jason from being crushed underneath a building. Includes public shaming by sombrero.

Cabuor o'r Kebiin, Ad be Cin - 3.6k words, WIP. Mandalorian!Batfam AU, where Tim is saved and adopted by Dick.

PROMPT LIST:

Multiple Part Prompts:

Is It Kidnapping If They're a Zombie? | PT1

Adult, On Occasion (COMPLETE) | PT1 | PT2 | PT3 | PT4

The Monster Motel | PT1 | PT2

The Boss, The Bat | PT1

Single Part DP x DP Prompts:

Where Am I Bleeding Now?

Batman's Cape

Why Portals Ruin Family Dinners

Mars Isn't My Home Address

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Informally Adopted by Amazons

A Pirate's Half-Life For Me

Well, Ectoplasm is Green..?

Conjuring Contracts (And Other Butler Business)

Billy and Danny's Excellent Adventure

Dr. Wayne (Not Batman, Danny)

Canary Cries (and Ember is about to Die)

Phantom Pregnancies

The Janitor

Multi-Fandom Prompts

DC x DP x Polar Express

BloodyMary DC x DP

Questions? Concerns? Pterodactyl screaming? My messages, ask box and Discord (merormerlin) are open. (｡◝‿◜ ｡)ゞ

[wilted3sunflowers]

an old batch of various forms i thought pearl should go through and of course wanted to pay homage to past potential pearl designs.

jigo didnt think we should do the full dark with the bow so i just kept the dark blue and expand from there

i truly still love her second and third looks, shame i never got to draw them more

[ganeshpnf]

I forgot to share the link of chapter 2 and 3 of my broken panthenon au of Percy Jackson, so here you go! Chapter 3,

https://archiveofourown.org/works/79154621/chapters/209478291

Yes, I focus more on Athena and Annabeth because they are my favourite but writing others is so fun as well ^^ I especially love writing the dynamics of Apollo Artemis Athena Ares siblinghood, baby Annabeth and baby Percy interacting with young Luke, Metis and Pallas interactions, baby Nico and baby Will and more 🥲

[softkkorea]

Kim Jennie as Love-A-Lot Bear💕

Care Bears #2

[rhodochrosite-love]

an au within an au! Stevan from my Interstellar au as if he were the star of @wilted3sunflowers‘s bad prediction au!

[pollenat]

BLACKPINK and 5 ways to say I love you

JISOO

Rays of sunshine shining through strands of her hair, looking like a crown. You’re trying to capture her royal smile on the camera, but it’s hard to catch the image when you’re lost on breath. All because of the woman behind your camera lens, a lookalike of a goddess. Her smile turns wide and earnest, the flirtatious smirk now just a memory abandoned few takes ago. “Beautiful.” is what you mumble all of sudden.

Waiting for her call after she walked you home. It’s the evening, and you have all sorts of dark possibilities keeping you wide awake. What if she gets lost? What if someone picks on her? You start typing a message for the fifth type that evening. Before you can even wonder whether to delete or send it, Jisoo finally calls you.

The smell of exclusive shop she has taken you to. Its heavy and exotic, making your insides turn from how alien it is. But even if you’re unsure of how to feel, you can’t leave. You stay on the seat, waiting for Jisoo’s head to pop out from behind a curtain, and be followed by the rest of her body, now dressed in an expensive pair of jeans.

Her hand feeding you sweets when you’re busy with work. Being unable to give Jisoo all of your attention makes you ashamed, but she doesn’t mind. It’s something you have to take care of. The least she can do is keep you well fed.

Falling asleep on her shoulder during a night out with your friends. You don’t remember when the consciousness left you, neither does Jisoo. She’s used to the weight of your head. Some friend points out your state, and Jisoo only smiles. In her eyes it’s the sweetest thing imaginable. When everyone is focused on someone else, she places a small kiss on the surface of your forehead.

JENNIE

The smell of her hair shampoo filling your lungs. The closeness of her body warming you up. The softness of her skin under your fingertips. You want to tell her how much it means to you to have her in your embrace, but you get so lost in the way she feels, you forget your speech. When she notices you’re not letting her go, she giggles.

Acting indifferent when she takes your food without asking. You have every right to be mad, but you can’t even come close to the feeling when it’s Jennie behind it. Instead you just watch her from the corners of your eyes, fondness blooming inside your chest. When she isn’t looking, you push the dish more towards her.

“Wait.” Jennie does as asked, eyes widening at the sight of you kneeling in front of her. She stammers a “what”, looking for more words to ask you, but nothing comes out. When you’re finished tying her shoelaces, you stand up and offer her your hand once again. She takes it. “I could’ve done it myself.” “Yeah. So?” The two of you don’t expand on the conversation.

Struggling to wash stripes of liquid lipsticks off of your forearm. They’re a consequence of your visit at the shop earlier that day. As you’re scrubbing your skin raw, the smell of Jennie’s perfumes reaches your nose. It’s momentary, but still makes you smile.

The coldness of her expression freezing you. As heart-melting as she can be, her angry side is one to be reckoned with. Jennie doesn’t want to talk, and you’re in no position to stop her from walking away. Later when you make up, you ask her why does she leave your side whenever angry. “Because you’re too adorable to stay angry at.” is her answer, followed by a pinch of your cheeks.

ROSÉ

The casual way she places a hand on your thigh in the most random moments. She doesn’t seem affected by her own behavior, comfortable the way she is. You don’t want her gone. It’s just nice to notice her doing that, feel the warmth of her palm, sense the honesty in her gesture. “Nothing.” you say once she gives you a questioning look.

Braiding her hair out of boredom, while she’s too taken by the TV screen. Chaeyoung doesn’t realize what you’re doing. At least not completely even when you pull on a stray lock, causing her small pain. She turns around, thinking you wanted her attention, then looks back at TV. The day after, both of you laugh at the results, half of her hair curled, half straight.

Walking down the street, huddled together under an umbrella. The weather is ugly type of cloudy, and the heavy rain has already soaked your feet. Neither you, nor Chaeyoung speak. All that matters is to get somewhere dry as fast as possible. In the most random of moments, you catch her humming quietly a familiar melody.

Leaning over the kitchen island, eating your homemade casserole straight out of the heat-proof dish. Chaeyoung giggles happily at the taste, excited to announce that she was right to make changes in the recipe found online. You nod in agreement, your mouth too busy chewing to speak.

The thudding beat shaking the ground beneath your feet. The overwhelming smell of sweat. The pain in your ears. Chaeyoung’s body is rubbing against yours as she jumps along to the melody. Others are also pushing at your silhouette, but that’s the magic of concerts. When your date notices your hesitation, she pulls you under her arm, asking whether you’re alright. You say you are, and Chaeyoung kisses you for a short moment, only to then pull you into dancing with her.

LISA

Holding hands under the table as you await your meals. You’re talking about your days, smiling, frowning, laughing as you listen to one another. When the waiter brings you plates, you forget about your interlocked fingers, and just start eating with the other one. “Hm?” you turn to look at laughing Lisa. “Nothing, nothing.” and she follows your lead.

Being scared. Not of her, but of the consequences your disagreement may be the origin of. You spend hours turning over her blunt words, worried that some of the hurtful ones may be right. Even when she apologizes and locks you in the tightest of embraces to show you how much she’s ashamed of ever hurting you, the possibility of her being honest haunts you.

Pieces of clothing you find around your home. Their appearance is a product of pure coincidence, not ulterior motives. Lisa tends to be forgetful when spending her time at your place. But can you really blame her? How can she focus on anything other than you? (Her words, not yours.)

Attempting your best to keep straight face when you’re play-fighting. Lisa knows you’re not really angry at her, but without seeing your smile, she can’t be 100% sure. So she does one thing you can never survive without melting inside - act as cute as possible. Lisa’s pouting, pulling at your hands, talking in pure honey. All until you eventually relent, and give into the gentlest of kisses that follow.

The contests of speaking in pure cringe that you so often busy yourselves with. They consist of lines, all made of pure filth, all almost impossible to choke out without frowning. Chaeyoung often asks you why are you doing this to yourselves, but you can’t figure it out either. “It’s just a couple thing.” you conclude one day, and Lisa only nods is agreement.

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[brattywriters-anonymous]

Shoot Your Shot

I found this meme and it screamed Cray Cray Erik so I chose to try my hand at this lol

Erik Stevens x Kesia (pronounced Kee-sa) Mannor (OC)

“Baaabe you know I gotta find a new outfit for my promotion party! I must’ve looked in my closet a million times and I couldn’t find anything!” Kesia was on facetime with her boyfriend of six months, Erik Stevens. When they first got together, she didn’t know much about him, except for he was in the Navy for six years before getting out and whilst enlisted he got his bachelors and master  degrees in Engineering. He kept information about himself simple with Kesia.

“Girl, you look amazing in whatever you wear! Why you gotta go up to that mall? You know that’s where all them thirsty ass niggas be at.” Erik protests. Kesia rolls her eyes, “Aye! What I tell you about rolling your eyes at me?!” Erik’s face goes stoic. It sends a chill down Kesia’s spine as she immediately responds, “Don’t do it.” He nods, “Exactly.” “I’ll only be gone for an hour, I’ll be back at my house and you can see me try it on!” “You got 59 minutes, babygirl. Make em count!”

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Kesia puts the finishing touches on her makeup as Erik admires her from her bed, “Damn baby, you sure we can’t just celebrate in the crib tonight? I’d make it worth skipping your party...” He saunters over to her and attempts wraps himself around her from the back, she slivers out of his grasp, walking to the kitchen, “Mmm mm! I worked my ass off for this gig, I’m celebrating with my people, and my baaaabyy.. We can do all of that when we’re drunk and back here!” Erik curses under his breath and accepts defeat. Just as he was about to sit back down on Kesia’s bed, her phone rings. It’s an unknown Oakland number. Erik knows everything about Kesia so he knows she doesn’t leave numbers unsaved. He yells towards the kitchen, “Keeee! Who’s calling you from this unknown number?!” 

Kesia freezes in her tracks, “Uhhh.. idk baby. Maybe a telemarketer.” Erik twists his lip, “Hmph.” His “spidey senses” as Kesia loved to put it, were tingling. He always knew when something wasn’t right.. She blames it on his deployments and overall lack of trust in people. He accepts the incoming call.

“Yeee, ay wassup shorty! This Dontay, dude from the mall earlier! Sorry it took me a few to call you, I had a few errands to run. But you free tonight?” Kesia scurries into her room once she hears the stranger’s voice. Erik shakes his head at her and hangs up the phone. “I told you about them thirsty ass niggas at the mall!”

DING! DING!

Her phone lights up as an incoming text pops up from the unsaved contact, Kesia reaches toward Erik for her phone, he raises it above his head and out of her reach, “Nah. You need not worry about this phone tonight. Finish getting dressed.” She pouts as she sits down to put her heels on.

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Kesia has been entertaining all of her loved ones since she arrived at her promotion party Erik put together for her at a new Reggae club in downtown Oakland called New Karibbean City. Erik has purposefully been apart from her the entire time, yet he has her phone on lock. It doesn’t help that his face unlocks it as well. Kesia has seen enough of him typing away on her phone so she sneaks away from the party as she sees him heading to the restrooms.

“E!” He turns around, “Ke?” He responds in the same tone as her, “Can I have my phone back?” He looks up in the air as if he’s thinking about it, then he hands it to her from his pants pocket. She unlocks it and doesn’t see a trace of the unknown number. Not in the call history or text messages. She raises her eyebrow, “Erik Stevens.. What did you do?” he shrugs, “I didn’t do anything” He embraces his girlfriend as he congratulates her, “I’m proud of you Ke. You really did work hard for the promotion. I’ll see you when you get to the house. The key still under that plant on the porch?” Kesia looks confused, “Uh.. yeah. Where are you going?” Erik lets out a deep, yet scary laugh, “The less you know..” He gives her a long, deep kiss on her red stained lips, then leaves out the back door.

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Kesia gets out of her Uber, stumbling to her door. She struggles to unlock her door and get in her dark house, thinking her boyfriend is already sleeping. “Good, I don’t gotta get yelled at tonight. I was NOT tryna hear--” “Hear what, princess?” Erik’s brassy voice comes from the far corner of her living room, Kesia jumps, “SHIT ERIK! Why you standing over there in the damn dark?” Erik ignores Kesia’s inquiry, takes a seat on the couch, whilst grabbing the remote control. “Come, sit.” Kesia does as she’s told.

Erik turns on the television then changes the channel to 2.

“Good evening Oakland! This is Noah Clark for your 10PM News on DWOL Channel 2. BREAKING NEWS from the Eastmont Hills area. Covering the story is our reporter, Rebecca Moore, Rebecca? What do ya have?”

There’s a pregnant pause as the reporter listens in for the host’s question, “Yes, I am here on the corner of 79th Avenue and Hillside Street where this home that you see behind me, has been riddled with bullets around 8:45 this evening. Police that arrived on the scene believes that two to three suspects drove past this residence and unloaded shots from tactical T-91 assault rifles. Our Oakland PD SWAT doesn’t even have these in their possession. A witness who seems to live in this home, tells us what happened.” The program transitions to an interview that was recorded slightly earlier to a familiar face, “Yeah, so.. I was waiting on this girl I just met to pull up on me. I was on the porch. Next thing I know, my dog started barking from the back yard. As soon as I turned to see what she was barking at, I hear shots. I duck down for cover! I don’t know who could’ve done this. I don’t got no enemies.” The sound fades out as Rebecca’s voice forms in the background, “Twenty nine year old Dontay Phillips lives in this southeast Oakland home with his bedridden grandmother who was stirred awake by the 57 shots let off by these military grade weapons. Luckily no one was shot in the melee of gunfire, but it sure did shake Phillips up.” Dontay’s voice pans back in, “I’m grateful to the lord above me and my granny still here.”

Kesia watches the tv in awe. She cannot believe that Erik shot up Dontay’s grandmother’s house, She looks up at her conniving boyfriend, “How did yo--” He slips his hand in between her thighs where her phone rested and holds it up, “I told you.. the less you know..” Kesia slaps his arm, “You could’ve killed them!” “Ke, you know if I wanted Dontay dead, he would’ve been dead. I ain’t know he lived in his grandma house. He flexed to m---to you that he lived alone.” “Waiit.. He did what now?” Erik explains that while you were keeping your friends and family company, he was texting Dontay telling him that you were free for the night, plans got canceled. He sent you--Erik his address and told you--him.. that he lives alone. “He’s lucky I just wanted to scare his bitch ass. If I wanted to kill him, him and his granny would’ve been gone..” Erik cuts the TV off then stares at you.. awaiting for a response. “Why are they saying there were multiple assault rifles? You got somebody to do this crazy shit with you?” Erik flashes his bottom fangs as he cheeses at her odd question, “I got three of those bad bitches! I call em Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup.” Kesia rolls her eyes at his names for his guns that could’ve killed some guy you had no intentions of even getting to know. “I just switched em out every 20 or so rounds.. each one got a different serial number on the shells.. all of em are impossible to track.”

Kesia stares at him for a spell, then she bursts out laughing. “Okay so you CRAZY CRAZY? Got it!” Erik protests, “Uhh uh. I told you about them thirsty ass niggas. You had the audacity to give that sucka ass nigga yo number.. I had to regulate. Oh, and I blocked his number after I deleted the text thread and his call.” With that, Erik gets up and snatches his shirt off. That makes Kesia gasp with a hint of a moan. Erik’s ears perk up after hearing it, “So you coming to bed baby? Let’s finish celebrating that promotion.” Kesia grabs his hand and leads him to her bedroom while shaking her head at her crazy boyfriend, “Let’s.”

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Hope you all like it! I know I’m rusty as shit but hopefully requests will roll in and I can get back in the swing of things. 

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