#Devil Wears Prada AU?

[drazzilder]

the silly thing is finally ready for announcement! I’m happy to say I am getting back into writing stories again (besides my comic) and this time it’s something I thought wouldn’t work but I think it’s gonna work. we have here ganon as the CEO and Founder of his own Jewelery empire in NYC. Yes, this takes place in the same universe as devil wears Prada.

[cymk8]

miss ma'ams..........

[complete-clownery]

leaking this from my Twitter priv for my Tumblr only, y'all need to see me go insane (I wanna draw more for thiiiiissss)

[melospace]

imagine mirandy in a fantasy au

i mean, what if the queen falls in love with the witch?

[1000dactyls]

my huge gripe w modern httyd aus is that it’s always set in the suburban midwest in podunk nothing town without taking it to its natural conclusion. As if berk would not be a steel mill town on the rust belt with the gas prices jacked sky high for tourists driving through the middle of nowhere. As if the barbaric archipelago would be the suburbs of a big city rather than rural towns in the Deep South. as if hiccup would not somehow end up hiking in the appalachias or turn up half dead after missing for 6months in the oregon wilderness. Cowards. Fools. if you��re setting it in america then you should take it to its natural conclusion 🗣️🗣️🗣️

[alexjcrowley]

Maybe the pope could try Sears

Anyway, welcome back Nigel from The Devil Wears Prada

[sweetestberryofthebunch]

WIP Wednesday

Snippet from Ultra Violet - Devil Wears Prada AU (Agatha Harkness x Reader). I‘m really excited to get this out soon, I‘ve been having lots of fun with this one!

Agatha‘s eyes dragged over your blouse, along your shoulders, your collarbones exposed by the silky fabric, dipping lower for just a moment. She took a step forward, into your space. You instinctively took a step back. The air got sucked out of your lungs when you felt the desk press into the back of your legs. Now you were caged in between Agatha‘s presence in front of you and her desk behind you.

Your boss seemed unbothered, her hand reaching out, running over the neatly folded collar of your blouse. You swallowed, and her eyes scanned the movement of your throat.

„Gorgeous“, she murmured, and you weren’t sure if she meant you or the shirt. You imagined you saw her lick her painted lips, but you weren’t sure.

Agatha’s index finger and thumb grabbed your collar, silky, deep purple fabric running through her grasp. You felt her gently tug on the fabric and your heart skipped a beat. But then she spoke, and it took every fibre of your being to concentrate on her words.

„Ultra Violet, the Pantone Color of the Year in 2018“, her lips pursed into a dangerous, thin smile, „Do you know why that is?“

She didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she took another step closer. You swallowed hard, halfway sitting on her desk now, knees sliding apart automatically as she stepped between them. You didn’t stop her, just held still as she invaded your space. It was like there was electricity flimmering through the air.

“George Hobeika Fall 2017 Couture showcase. He comes to me with a collection of deep oranges and reds. Orange for fall? How original. I send him a note telling him to shove his off the rack bullshit back to where he hides that visionary spirit everyone claims he has. The color of the paper?“ Her brows raised, blue eyes unreadable as she scanned your face expectantly.

„Ultra Violet“, you guessed, and the pleased curl of her lips has your heart almost beating out of your chest.

„Exactly“, she murmured, so close that you felt her breath on your face. „Ultra Violet. The colour of the standout dress of the show, the colour you saw on every Magazines front page for a full year.“ She chuckled, tugging on your collar just the smallest bit. The upper button of your shirt came undone.

„I send Kale to buy office supplies once and the entire fashion industry bends over backwards for me.“

Her fingers let go of your blouse. Instead, her thumb hooked underneath your chin, tilting your head upwards. There was no escape to her intense eye contact now. Her voice was low, amused. She practically purred at you.

„And look at you, wearing my color seven years later.“

[pricstlys]

“A little conversation between two exes who were trying to get their way back to each other's arms? trying to patch things up– in an intimate yet quite mild angsty conversation.”

ok ok just to add a little more sprinkles to @melospace's au idea for jane (it's complicated) x jules (the intern), since both of the films are from nancy mayers, the total idea isn't really hard to imagine, hence, editing these scenes looks like it came out straight from an actual movie. i could really imagine this one to mirandy. if only i could manip the hair of meryl here and make it silver it would be great tho im not that great.

[cerberusmahou]

The Devil Wears Prada

[theywerebothgirls]

🐺x🫎

[cymk8]

✨c o n t e x t✨

[thewalkingmeepa]

[jxsmindoodles]

Working on a cover for my Yennaia DWP AU

Close-ups

I may delete this soon to repost a finished product 💅💅

Fic:

[melospace]

mirandy x time travel au

it's me and this agenda again, against the world. and for some reasons i'm obsessed with editing these pictures 😭 idk it's just perfect.

[valeriianz]

yeah, okay. how about a Parent Trap dreamling AU?

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“I was hoping I’d find you out here.”

Hob only speaks once he’s mere feet from Dream, at the end of the pier. Dream surely had heard him approach, the damp, squeaky wood of the dock giving him away. But Dream hadn’t looked back. 

He looks at Hob now, twisting his head just enough to watch as Hob carefully sits next to him with a grunt, unfolding his legs to let them drape over the edge and his shoes inches away from the surface of the water.

They say nothing for a while, staring straight ahead, out past the lake, the murky waters gentle and reflecting the clouds above, moving just enough in the soft breeze to reveal rays of the setting sun here and there.

This whole trip had been… interesting, to say the least. A weekend vacation at a resort gone completely haywire. Hob certainly hadn’t expected to see his ex-husband getting necked in the elevator by some well-dressed blond wearing sunglasses. Indoors.

The look on Dream’s face, as he and Hob made eye contact across the lobby, just before the elevator doors closed, had been hilarious though.

“Our sons.” Dream finally says with a hint of astonishment, his low voice barely disturbing the quiet.

Hob huffs out a laugh, closing his eyes and leaning back on his hands.

“Can’t believe they did this.”

Hob can sense Dream looking at him, and cracks an eye open to catch his gaze. 

“No?”

Hob laughs again, shaking his head. Clearing it. From the deep blue of Dream’s eyes. Still as striking as ever, even weathered from age. Twelve years.

“He gets it from you, I hope you are aware.” Dream continues, affection in his tone.

Hob chuckles. “Perhaps the idea was Robyn. But the logistics?” Hob peeks over, side-eyeing Dream. “That’s all from you. That’s Orpheus”

A tiny smirk tugs on Dream’s lips and Hob finds his gaze fixed to the sight. It had been a long time since he’d seen Dream smile. 

“You,” Hob starts again. “And your particularities.”

“You used to find them charming, I remember.” Dream looks down into the water, kicking his legs slightly. “Not as off-putting as my personality.”

“You were very prickly, back then.” Hob agrees with a laugh, feeling bold and bumping their shoulders. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

Dream goes quiet, as does Hob. Sitting in silence. Listening to the sounds of nature around them. The rustle of leaves, the sounds of birds singing, the lapping of the waves. 

“They’re watching us, you know.” Dream speaks again.

Hob smiles. “I wouldn’t doubt it.”

Dream gives a long sigh, leaning forward and lacing his fingers together. Hob watches him, openly. Takes in the long form of Dream, the rolled up sleeves of his black button down, revealing creamy white forearms against equally black jeans, cuffed around the ankles. His shoes and socks are tucked next to him, and Hob wonders how often Dream lets his guard down like this now.

And Dream’s aged infuriatingly well, in his physical appearance. A little more filled out, still thin though. Like Hob could still wrap his entire body around him, embrace Dream and fit him against his chest, where he would fit best. He’s got maybe some lines on his forehead but otherwise…

“You look good, Dream.”

Dream looks sideways up at Hob before sitting up properly.

After an agonising silence, Dream sighs, his eyes moving, studying Hob.

“As do you.”

Hob licks his lips and tears his gaze away just as his eyes settle on Dream’s mouth. He clears his throat and speaks forward, forcing his thoughts out of the past.

“Robyn misses you.”

Dream laughs sadly. “He doesn’t even know me.”

He could know you, Hob thinks. “He talks about you though. He wonders… what you’re like.”

Dream sighs again, rolling his eyes upward.

“He’s been a handful this past week, pretending to be Orpheus. A menace.”

Hob laughs, pulling a hand through his hair.

“Sorry about that. 

“He doesn’t like Cori.”

Hob feels a nerve twitch. Neither do I.

“Ah, Cori. That the bloke you were mackin’ on in the lift?”

Dream shoots him a pointed look and Hob smirks and winks. “Nice looking fellow– I’m assuming. Couldn’t see his face with those sunglasses.”

“He’s just a fling.”

“Ah.”

The silence between them is heavy now, turning awkward. Hob takes a sharp breath through his teeth, changing his tone to be playful.

“At your age?”

“Shut up.” Dream shoves Hob and his smile is blinding. 

Hob laughs and it catches Dream, who is giggling now behind his hand and something in Hob’s chest lurches. Lodges in his throat. He looks at Dream, just them, alone and his heart is suddenly screaming with regret.

There’s an ache to touch. To feel Dream’s hands on him again, to hear his laugh, to earn his hard-won smiles. Hob wonders how much Dream had changed, if he still likes the same things. If he still takes his tea with far too much cream and sugar. If he’s still enamoured by thunderstorms, dragging Hob outside to feel the rain on his skin, laughing hysterically as a bolt of lightning would crackle and shake the earth and getting pulled back inside by Hob, who would kiss him stupid afterwards, wet and smiling.

They had both been so young when they’d married. The fights had been small but constant. Little things that bubbled up into nonsense. And they hadn’t been ready for kids. But it felt like the natural next step. Their surrogate having twins was a shock for both of them.

But they had loved Orpheus and Robyn. Unfortunately it wasn’t enough to keep them together.

Funny how, now that the boys had found each other, they were the ones pushing them back together.

[part two!]

[canisalbus]

for the modern au, what do you think each of the boy’s favorite movies would be? I’ve been thinking about how Vasco might enjoy something like the Princess Bride or LadyHawke, all the sword fighting and not letting anything stand in the way of true love seems right up his alley but I could be totally wrong!

I've never seen Princess Bride actually, and I'm beginning to think that it might be a pretty significant hole in my movie knowledge. First time I've heard of Ladyhawke. But if there's sword fights and true love, I can see him being into that.

I haven't fully figured out their tastes but I have a few hunches. Coen brothers give me Vasco feelings, he'd like The Big Lebowski and The Ballad of Buster Scruggs. He might enjoy an occasional Tarantino, classic Pulp Fiction maybe. And he would like westerns but the tragic ones would make him feel a little blue.

Machete would probably gravitate towards something like Bergman's The Seventh Seal or Kubrick's Eyes Wide Shut. He'd be into historical dramas and biopics, but be obnoxiously picky about them. Out of contemporary directors he'd probably get a kick out of Christopher Nolan.

I think it would be nice if they mostly enjoyed similar movies, or at least didn't hate each other's favorites. Vasco wouldn't get Machete's weird and brooding art films and Machete wouldn't find Vasco's "so bad it's good" picks that funny. I'm not an active fan of many things but I like Wes Anderson, so I'm just going to decree that they share my love for his work as well.