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Hey! This is Admin Chamomile of auideas, OP of the post, and I was never into the the Rise of the Guardians Fandom, so this AU was not influenced by your fic.

I did read your fic to see the similarities, and while it’s similar, it’s still mostly different. If you’d like to make it an AU out of your fanfic and submit it to the blog, we would be happy to post it.

Cold Marble Lips AU

Character A lives and works at a temple of Character B, the deity of the moon/the seasons/death/etc., and while cleaning the marble statue of Character B, Character A is struck with the overwhelming desire to plant a kiss on Character B’s cold, marble lips. Upon kissing the statue, it immediately begins to grow warm, and Character A watches in rapt fascination as the statue of Character B begins to move and animate, looking more and more human by the second.

Character B is a deity that has been trapped in a marble statue for decades. Supposedly, the only thing that could bring Character B out of their state as a statue would be to receive a kiss from their soulmate.

the 👏 last 👏 time 👏 I 👏 missed 👏 a 👏 day 👏 of 👏 posting 👏 was 👏 literally 👏 February 👏 28th 👏 like 👏 I 👏 have 👏 posted 👏 an 👏 auideas 👏 post 👏 everyday (and sometimes twice a day) for 👏 the 👏 entire 👏 month 👏 of 👏 march 👏 what 👏 the 👏 hell 👏 👏 👏

listen, i might shitpost au’s on auideas, but im posting stuff. not every post is a nugget of gold, it just matters that im getting stuff out there

I mean....not to sound like I’m making a conspiracy....but I did write a piece of fanfiction featuring admin m, admin jynn, our mutual friend Vik, and myself as supervillains.....(link to fanfic)

Superheroes and Blogs AU

Character A is the best-known superhero in the city/country/world/etc, and in their free time, Character A runs a writing blog where they create stories and prompts based off of their superhero life. One day, they receive an ask in their inbox that they are not prepared to answer: "So you always post tons of superhero prompts and they’re really realistic and well-done, where do you get your ideas?“

Bonus: The person asking is Character B, a super-villain and Character A’s worst enemy. Bonus Two: Character B always asks Character A for advice on the stories that they’re working on. Over time, the two grow close. One day, after Character A finally ends the battle with their major enemy (jailing them, removing their powers, literal death, etc.) Character B is unresponsive.

Character A is a tired college student who started a writing blog two years ago and through a series of funny events, becomes pretty good aquantences with some of the followers and ultimately grows as a creative writer.

“The truth is, this was all just a prompt.”

@bulletblaze, I was a total yugioh kid growing up and I gotta say... I see the resemblance......

My Soulmate is a Ghost AU

Character A has a soulmate, but Character A died before they got to meet them. As Character A navigates the afterlife in their ghostly form, they discover that they can’t “move on” until they’ve met their soulmate. Unfortunately, it’s not only a matter of finding their soulmate, but also making some sort of contact.

BONUS: It turns out that, because of the magic of soulmates, Character A can still be seen by their soulmate. Cue everyone thinking Character B – the soulmate – is crazy as they try to help Character A move on.

Y'all. I have two exams due tomorrow and 3 pieces of personal short fiction to finish. I don't need you two giving me any ideas

Those Who Are Left Behind AU

Dystopian AU where every person is required to go through a series of tests to see if they’re smart enough to be a part of the upper, elite class of people. Character A and Character B are childhood friends that have spent their entire lives planning on living together in the elite class…but Character A just got their test results back, and they failed the test.

selfcare is eating popcorn and watching rupaul's drag race while accidentally reblogging a whole bunch of TAZ stuff to auideas

anxiety out the waazo because for the first time in forever, I can’t think of anything to post for auideas

i cannot begin to tell you how much of a relief it’s been to take the last couple of days off from auideas like thank you to everybody that’s been sending in prompts. i really needed this break <3

things I need to write

I think it’s hilarious to see people comment with “oh no!! another AU that I want to write!” and I’m over here sipping out of a wineglass going “my sweet summer child, these are all fanfictions that I want to write already…” so yeah here’s the list of things that I’ve either started writing or mean to write soon.

Latte Art AU & several other cutesy lovey dovey AU’s that were totally not based off of my girlfriend like…what….no way….

All About You AU for my OCs

Long Hair AU with a certain elf and a character from left field. Alternate idea, but I might try this with homestuck. Not sure who I would use but…

At Your Service AU, I don’t know why I keep putting off on writing this because it would be the most hilarious thing I’ve ever written in my life and I know exactly what characters to use

ERROR 404: LIFE NOT FOUND AU, because?? yeah???

Comfortably Alone AU, for more OCs. I honestly meant to finish this one but then I just…didn’t? Should really look though my docs and find it.

Alone Together AU, I’m screaming because I did this for a June writing challenge and then halfway through I got mad at myself for failing and I went and deleted all of my writings. A year later and I’m still angry about not saving them.

And the ones that I’m too lazy to look up and try to remember their names...

Every single hanahaki disease AU. I know the ship that I want to do but I’m just like…so inept with writing M/F couples. 

There’s one about a character in the zombie apocalypse with their tape recorder and I know I wrote homestuck fanfiction for that

A good portion of the time travel AU tag. Not because I’m into doctor who, but I just really dig time travel and have some OC’s who would do that.

The mental breakdown superhero AU. It’s so close to being finished...

There’s a really old 2015 one about a ghost hunter using wine bottles to trap spirits (hahaa, lame pun) and I still want to finish that.

I can’t remember if I posted it or not, but the AU about the college student that goes on a date with death? Maybe it was a demon. Either way, college student’s date wants to drag them to hell and the college student has to barter. I have it fleshed out, but I need to find an ending.

This is just off the top of my head and browsing through the tags. There are definitely more though.

somebody: this AU is basically "X"

past me: ????this AU is nothing like "X". It's a very common troupe. It's really hard running a writing blog and coming up with ideas that the media hasn't done 10x over. This is completly original.

present me, sipping from a juice box: lmao dude it sure does share the same plot. that's hilarious.

That's super cool!! I never knew the history behind that.

Coffee Shop AU

In an universe where all forms of drugs are illegal, caffeine is one of the last items to be banned. There are substitutes, but nothing beats the smell of a fresh cup of coffee, which is exactly why Character A has opened up an illegal, underground coffee shop.

Character B is an undercover agent rooting out anybody who might be dealing illegal substances. One one hand, they’re furious that Character A is flagrantly breaking the law, but on the other hand, Character B has really missed the taste of real coffee.

even if things in my life are weird, I know that I always have my auideas routine to fall back on and honestly, that’s comforting

“what has admin chamomile been up to?”

I realize that I’ve been kind of absent lately, but I wanted to share what’s up! I got into a writing group and I’ve been having a blast with RPing and doing character creations and working on projects and doing RP session transcripts. It’s been a great time! Like! I’m really happy with writing at the moment.

At the same time...I got accepted into a 4 year university and my anxiety has been really high lately. That’s not the best for my creative writing, but like, I’m trying to make it work.

But yeah! Joined a writing group, got accepted into college, and still got that anxiety! I’m doing good! That’s about all from me.

I finally finished a writing piece and I don’t hate it and im just like “oh bless I’m still able to call myself a writer”

somebody: hey! I like your OC!

me: you what. why.

Title: “Regan and Finn Reunited”  Words:  3340  Summary:  During the apocalypse, two long distance friends happen to cross paths in the most unexpected place. (alternatively titled: "That One Time My Furry Best Friend Got Shot At And I Had To Step In To Save His Butt")

It’s been a while since I did original fiction that I was proud of, but here’s this! Got to love my Fearsome Wickerbeast and his best friend, Ribby the Frog. 

Walking into the city, the small group of survivors looked at what was left of the city. The tiny streets were eerily devoid of any cars or bikes; a chill wind blew through the street, kicking up litter and sending it skittering past the group. Night was falling fast, and the temperature was beginning to drop.

“We need to find shelter,” Nicole said, her voice muffled by the gas mask around her face. “What does the map say is close to here?”

“Let me see, uh, there’s a restaurant pretty close to here and that’s supposed to be a safe place to spend the night, but those are usually raider hotspots so I don’t think that would be safe and uh, there’s a city hall type place a few miles away, but it’ll take us maybe thirty minutes to walk that far so, uh, what we see is what options we’ve got.” TJ looked up from the map, surveying the area around them. They were all tourist shops with broken windows -- hardly a good hiding place for the night.

Finn watched as band of feral cats slipped into the shadows, their eyes glinting in the dying light as they regarded his mask curiously. The cats looked well fed, and Finn wondered if that was because of the abundance of rats near the marina, or from other sources of food.

TJ coughed, trying to clear their throat. “I think we should, uh, we should try to find this here--” TJ was interrupted by another round of hacking coughs. Pulling their scarf over their face, TJ used their free hand to turn the map toward Finn and Nicole, showing a circled portion of map labeled ‘townhome’.

“Townhomes, are you sure that’s a good idea?” Finn trusted TJ’s decisions, but going near a living area seemed reckless.

“Positive,” TJ croaked before handing the map over to Amara. Silently, Amara regarded the map, then nodded and began heading down the road. Finn stuck close to TJ’s side, ready to support them if TJ had another coughing fit. Nicole brought up the rear, hands deep in her pockets and as she kept her head on swivel.

The only noises in the city were the sounds of plastic being blown by the wind, sneakers scuffling against the pavement, and TJ’s muffled coughing. Finn tried to rub TJ’s back, but they shrank away, not wanting to be touched. The four of them made their way through the city as Amara took them through small side streets, occasionally coming back out onto a main road to get her bearings before leading the group back into the dusky alleyways.

Nicole pressed closer to Finn and TJ, not trusting the tightness of the small streets, but Amara seemed perfectly at home. She silently slipped over large dumpers and skirted around piles of rotted bodies like this was a Sunday stroll in the park for her. With Nicole’s help, Finn managed to lift TJ over a pile of foul smelling trash bags. Finn was practically carrying TJ at this point; they needed to stop and let TJ catch their breath, but the group needed to get to the shelter -- night has fallen and they were in the dark.

“Amara, how much farther?” Finn quietly hissed, struggling to keep TJ on his back. “It’s not -- this isn’t safe at all.”

Nicole made a grunt of agreement, keeping one hand on Finn’s large, fursuit head. She hadn’t told the group, but without her glasses, she was nearly blind after the sun went down.

Amara didn’t make a sound, but instead just continued ahead, purposefully kicking a milk jug in order to give everybody a direction to follow. Rolling his eyes, Finn adjusted TJ’s grip around his neck and continued forward. Following the sound of litter being kicked, Nicole and Finn walked out to find Amara on the main road, beaming excitedly at them. Behind her, there was a road leading to a pair of gates leading into a cluster of townhomes.

“Safe Waters Living Community,” Finn read aloud, just barely making out the sign in the dying light. “It’s a townhouse community for like, elderly people. That’s--”

“--really smart.” Nicole finished Finn’s thought for him, giving his shoulder a squeeze. “Nobody would think of going to a senior center for supplies. Good thinking TJ, Amara.”

Amara clapped her hands, turning from the three of them and racing ahead toward the gates. Finn made a strangled noise and moved to run after her, but Nicole’s hand held him back. “She’ll be fine. There’s nothing around here to hurt us.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, bright lights flooded the night, blinding the group. Finn shut his eyes and turned away, using his mask to block the light. Amara gave a hoarse yell and she scrambled back to the group, the safety of her darkness gone.

“ATTENTION RAIDERS.” a voice boomed through unseen speakers. “YOU ARE TRESPASSING ON PRIVATE PROPERTY. LEAVE NOW. VIOLATORS WILL BE SHOT.”

Nicole reached into her pocket and pulled out her baton. Flicking her wrist and snapping it to its full length, she moved in front of the group. “We’re not raiders! We’re civilians looking for a place to spend the night!” she shouted, her voice carrying in the cold air.

“YOU ARE TRESPASSING ON PRIVATE PROPERTY. LEAVE NOW. VIOLATORS WILL BE SHOT,” the voice repeated.

Finn’s hands were full with holding up TJ, he couldn't drag Nicole away. “We need to go before all of this light and noise draws any other attention.”

“I know, I know, but I’m worried about TJ and--”

“YOU ARE TRESPASSING ON PRIVATE PROPERTY. LEAVE NOW. VIOLATORS WILL BE SHOT.”

Nicole snapped. “We’re getting there! Give us a second!”

There was the sound of a rifle firing and the cobblestone in front of Nicole exploded into a small shower of debris. “LEAVE. NOW.”

Nicole looked back at Finn, panic written across her face. She and Finn would survive the night, no problem. It would be uncomfortable, but their jackets would provide enough warmth -- the twins, TJ and Amara, they were the ones that Nicole was worried about. “Please, for the kids,” she whispered.

Slowly, Finn lowered TJ to the ground, letting them slip off of his back and into Amara’s arms. The two of them shivered, on the ground. TJ had their face buried in their scarf, trying to stifle their body wracking coughs, while Amara looped one of her thin arms around TJ’s shoulders.

Finn stepped forward, making sure to keep his hands away from his pockets as he reached up under his mask, digging his fingers into the faux fur and feeling for the edge of the foam mask. Lifting up the head, Finn’s eyes immediately began to water in the cold air.

“We’re unarmed and we need a place to stay.” Finn yelled, gesturing back toward TJ and Amara. “We have two kids -- please, they won’t make it through the night if they don’t have proper shelter. One of them has asthma and needs someplace warm to rest. We--” Finn let his voice falter a bit, for dramatic effect “--we’ve come all this way to find their parents. At least take the kids in for the night, for their sake.”

There was silence from the gate. Squinting, Finn could make out the shape of figures running toward the gate. He stepped back, preparing to yell for Noel to grab TJ and run, when a different voice crackled through the speakers.

“HOLY FUCK -- FINN, IS THAT YOU?”

Finn flinched back. “Uh, yes? That’s me?”

“FINN IT’S ME. IT’S REGAN -- RIBBY. FROG GIRL.”

Shocked, Finn almost dropped his fursuit head. The speakers heavily distorted Regan’s voice, but after years of skype calls, there was no mistake that it was her. “ReeRee?!?”

“YEAH, THAT’S ME! DON’T WORRY, I’VE GOT YOU. GIVE US A SECOND TO GET THE GATES OPEN. SORRY ABOUT THAT.”

The blinding lights switched off. People with flashlights jogged out of the open gates, their soft yellow beams bouncing across the road as they made their way toward the small group. Somebody grabbed Finn’s arm, roughly dragging him past the gates and into the townhouse community. Behind Finn, he heard scuffling as Nicole, TJ, and Amara were grabbed in a similar fashion.

All of the lights of the townhouses were off, except for one. There was a woman standing in front of the door -- Finn was relieved to see that she was unarmed -- and she ushered the group into the house before locking the door behind them. Finn’s guard let go of his arm, joining up with the guard that had been holding onto Nicole.

“That was a rush,” one of the guards joked as he carried TJ farther into the house. “You good, little man? We’ve got a futon back here for you to lay on if you want. Uh, Terry, can I get your help getting the futon folded out?”

Amara slipped out of her guard’s grasp, trailing behind TJ and his guard like a silent shadow. Nicole looked over at Finn. “What the hell was that? Who is Ribby?”

“Ribby, ReeRee, Regan -- she was one of my friends, well, online friends. We were close for a long while and we had always joked that I should come up to Canada to visit but, I didn’t actually think that I could find her.”

Nicole gave him an exasperated look. “So is this why you agreed to come up to Canada? To find an internet friend?”

“I’m not saying that, but--”

Finn was interrupted by a yell. From the top of the stairs, a girl in sweatpants streaked out of a bedroom, green hair escaping its messy bun as she practically flew down the stairs. “Finn!” she yelled. “My guy! I didn’t think I was ever going to see you in the flesh, oh my god!”

Taking Finn by his shoulders, Regan looked down at Finn, a grin plastered across her face. “You’re so much smaller than I thought you were going to be in real life! And your hair! It’s growing out! You look so good! I can’t believe this! Did you find my note? How did you know how to find me?”

Finn was in shock, his mouth hanging open as Regan chattered on, picking at his clothing and hair and barely giving him a chance to respond. “I -- I didn’t know you sent me a message,” he stammered. “I just -- I mean, we were just passing through on a lead that there was a safe place to stay. I remembered you saying something about--”

“--living in Ottawa! With my moms! Right! I was living there, but then I moved here!” Regan nodded her head excitedly, her green hair falling in front of her face in uneven chunks. “Oh!! It’s your fursuit head! You brought it with you! I can’t believe how well it’s held up -- oop, it’s got a scratch on it. I’ll get that worked out for you later!”

Regan took the head from Finn’s hands, turning it over and looking at it from all the different angles. She waved her hand in front of her face comically. “Phew, couldn’t find any Febreze while you were on the road?”

“ReeRee, you know you can’t use Febreze on a suit, but also, you wouldn’t believe how hard it is to find air fresheners in the apocalypse.”

Turning the fursuit over in her hands, Regan slipped on the head and adjusted the cowel around her shoulders, fluffing out the matted fur the best that she could. Finn could practically hear her gears whirring as Regan thought of the energy and work it would take to bring the head back into proper condition -- or making a new head altogether, a better version of the first.

“Really? No joke?” Regan said, her voice muffled as she looked at Finn with the bright orange eyes. “I thought food was always going to be the first thing to go.”

Finn started laughing, then stopped, realizing that Regan was serious. “You haven’t gone out much, have you?”

“Not really, I’ve mostly been cooped up here, taking care of my grandparents and such, you know how it is.” Regan ran her hands over the suit’s ears, trying to comb out the stiff patches of fur. “It’s not my job to go out anyway -- that’s for the Beef Cakes.”

“Beef Cakes?”

Regan nodded her head over toward the woman who had opened the door for the group. She and Nicole had struck up a conversation and were talking enthusiastically about the defense of the townhouses. “Beef Cakes, Runners, Wall Patrol, whatever they want to be called. Civilians that found us here and decided to stick around for, uh, work exchange.”

“Regan--”

“No time for that though!” Regan interrupted. Wiggling out of the fursuit, Regan handed the head back to Finn and tried to smooth her hair back down. “I’ll catch you up on everything here tomorrow. Let’s see if we can scrounge up something for you to eat . We’ve got a ton of pudding cups like, mountains of boxes of pudding cups. Do you like those? We only have vanilla left at this point, but we’ve got some baggies of baby carrots if you want those.”

“I’ll take a pudding cup.” Finn followed Regan as she walked into the house. There were still pictures on the wall -- smiling faces of grandbabies and family portraits -- and Finn felt deeply unnerved about being inside of somebody’s house like this. It was like he was an uninvited guest.

The kitchen had been decorated to look like a seaside cottage, with baby blue walls and decorative shells lining the windowsill. There were two guards -- Beef Cakes -- dressed makeshift padding gear and leaning against the counter, sharing a water bottle between the two of them and talking lightly. Opening one of the cabinets, Finn watched as Regan took a nondescript box off of the shelf, opening up the side and taking out a pudding cup. She tossed it over to Finn, who caught it deftly.

“We’re out of spoons, so you’ll just have to use the lid as a scoop.” Regan hopped up on the counter next to the guards, swinging her legs. “This is Jamal and Terry, they’re finally admitting that they’re together after like, three months of being awkward.”

Jamal choked on his sip of water and started coughing, not expecting to get called out. Terry patted him on the arm, laughing. “It’s good, it’s good.”

Regan smiled, gesturing to the other two guards who were in the living room with TJ and Amara. “That’s Katie and Rooster. Katie is deaf and she doesn’t read lips, so you’ll need to write stuff down if you two want to have a conversation. Or find Rooster to interpret for you, but good luck with that. The guy is like a ghost whenever you need him.”

The foil on Finn’s pudding cup had ripped, so he was taking his time with awkwardly taking sips from the cup. “Oh, no that’s fine. I actually know a bit of sign language now.”

“Dude, really? When did you pick that up?”

Finn gestured to Amara, who was happily signing with Rooster as Katie helped TJ get comfortable on the living room futon. It was the first time that Finn had seen Amara genuinely smile in ages.

“Is she deaf too?” Regan asked, interested.

“Nah, she’s nonverbal. Or, I think the correct term is selectively mute? Either way, she doesn’t talk.” Finn took another sip of pudding. “From what TJ says, she never really talked much when they were growing up, then when everything started going downhill, she just stopped talking altogether.”

“Where’d she learn how to sign?”

“She and TJ are twins, TJ explained that their parents are deaf. According to him, they live in Canada. I uh, sort of picked them both up on the way here with Nicole.”

Regan smiled and raised one green eyebrow. “Nicole? I was meaning to ask if there was anything there with that. I didn’t ever peg you for the type of guy who had a thing for older women, but the apocalypse brings out some strange desires in people.”

“Regan, please. You know I would never.”

“Pfffft. I’m joking. Please don’t ever take me seriously, dude. I’m the only source of semi-youthful entertainment in this entire place and--” Regan paused, looking from TJ and Amara, then back to Finn, grinning. “You manipulative dick! You said you had kids! You had me feeling all heroic that I had just helped rescue two innocent orphans off of the street, but these kids are what, secondary school age?”

Finn grinned back. “They’re both 15, and since when have I ever been anything other than a manipulative dick? What was it that you used to say…”

“Never trust a nurse: they’ll only tell you what you want to hear.”

“Bingo.” Finn crumpled his empty pudding cup and looked for a trashcan. Regan hopped off the counter and took it from his hand, putting it on the counter.

“I’ll take that out in the morning. For now, you look like you could use some sleep and a bed.”

As wired as he was, Finn could already feel his body beginning to shut down at the mention of a bed. How long had it been since he had slept in a real, actual bed? Too long.

Ruffling his hair, Regan wrapped one arm around Finn’s shoulder and guided him upstairs, chatting nonstop. “In the morning, I’ll give you a formal tour of the place and let you meet everybody. Oh! You’re going to get to meet my grandparents! You’re going to love them, they’re such sweethearts. I’ll also have to show you the garden -- do you like gardening? -- and then after that I’ll introduce you to Benny at the front desk, I think you’ll like him. Oh! I’ll have to wake you up to feed the cats too. We have the cutest stray cats that come by in the morning because we have tons of cat food left over, so we started putting it out for them and one of the momma cat just had little bitty kittens so we’ve been trying to coax her to bring the kittens near the gate. There’s also the clinic, it’s not technically a part of Safe Waters, so we might need to find Rooster or somebody to take us outside of the gates, but I’m sure that we could get you over there if you were interested in getting set up here--”

Leading Finn past several rooms, he was able to peek in and see a blonde haired man hunched over a series of monitors and laptops -- he must have been the original voice that had talked to them through the speakers -- then Finn was being lead into a dark room. Regan flipped on a switch and saw a plain looking room. It was decorated with a bed, a nightstand, and a lamp. There was a window, but blackout shades had been drawn over them -- Finn realized that all of the windows in the house had been drawn with the same shades, smart.

“Here you go! It’s nothing fancy, but I’m sure that--”

Finn was already walking across the room, planting face first onto the comforter. It smelled like cedar balls and baking soda, but the two smells had never been more comforting. Kicking off his shoes, Finn didn’t bother with removing his jacket or clothing as he crawled underneath the blankets.

Regan laughed, crossing her arms as she watched Finn burrowed into the blankets until only a bright spot of orange hair could be seen. “You comfortable?”

Finn grunted in acknowledgement from his blanket burrito.

“Do you want me to turn off the lights?”

Another grunt. “Yeah.”

“Do you want some company in there?”

“Ree.”

“Shhhh, I’m joking -- I’m kidding with you.” Regan went over to the light switch, flicking it back off. “Night, Finn. We’ll have to catch up in the morning.”

this is Regan’s face, and this is Finn’s original reference, but here’s a version of him without his motorcycle jacket on. He’s a very fearsome wickerbeast, don’t let his scrawny arms convince you otherwise.

At the moment, I’m using Finn in a Rabbit Doubt session  (which is also post-apocalyptic, but based off of The Last of Us), and I’m liking his character development! Regan was recently in a Bunny Doubt, and the transcript for that will be up soon. Can’t wait to write more about these nerds.

im crying because i didnt even run this past admin m so i dont know how they’re going to react

me: im bored. i should answer some au requests

inbox: 660 unanswered asks

me: no not those