#Disaster AU

[scattered-winter]

Hey, uh. This is Keith. Text me or something.

“Damn it,” Shiro hissed. He brought the phone away from his ear so he could dial again.

The line rang. And rang. And rang. The entire time, Shiro prayed to anyone who might be listening—prayed, like he’d never prayed before. Please. I’ll never ask for anything ever again. Please.

Hey, uh. This is—

Shiro slammed his phone down onto the desk with a little more force than was strictly necessary.

He was trembling, he realized, fingers shaking where they pressed against the back of his cell phone.

He’d been in control. He’d been professional, even calm. Even with all of the horror, all of the helplessness of realizing that their planet was lashing out at them and there was nothing any of them could do to stop it. Even after saying goodbye to Ulaz, and knowing that he would never speak to the man ever again. Even after realizing that within the month their world would be utterly unrecognizable.

But the storm surge in New York City changed everything. Because Keith was there.

Shiro pinched the bridge of his nose in spite of the fact that nothing could stop his stress headache now. If anything, it was only to quell the shaking in his fingers.

The reports said the surge had hit about two hours ago. Most of the city was underwater. The casualty count was undetermined but anyone with a brain knew it was easily in the hundreds. The power outages had trapped people on the roads with traffic lights down. The wave had ripped through the streets, making any kind of search and rescue effort utterly impossible even if there were any people who hadn’t been caught up in it that were able to conduct them.

But with everything going on all over the country, all over the world, getting a call to go through anywhere was nigh impossible. That was the only thread of hope Shiro had to cling to—that the only reason Keith wasn’t answering was because the lines were so overloaded. Or his phone had been damaged from the water. Or he hadn’t even been in the wave’s path at all—maybe he’d already been on his way out of the city, and was on a train even as Shiro sat and worried.Or maybe he was trapped. Maybe he was hurt. Maybe he was dead. And Shiro just didn’t know.

[gwenllian-in-the-abbey]

Last line challenge:

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you'd like) I was tagged by @tragediegh and since I know you're a fan, here's a little bit of Disaster AU that I've been promising @alloysius-g for ages now (it's almost done!): “They’re Golden’s artist friends, mostly.” Regal paused. “And then there’s Cosgo.” He pointed to a man wearing large headphones stood behind a mixer and a set of turntables, nodding along to the beat. Unlike the others, he looked like any number of boys she might have gone to school with, the kind usually found slumped against the side of the school building smoking cigarettes between classes. “He’s a Persian prince.” “That’s impossible,” Molly said, “Persia doesn’t exist anymore.” Regal nodded. “That’s precisely what I said. Apparently it's all quite political." But his attention had already shifted, his eyes narrowed upon a figure Molly recognized immediately. Gary Golden, as gleaming as his name, had his arm slung around the waist of a pretty college-aged woman, and was gesturing between her and a sullen faced young man. "That rotten prick. Come along, Molly." tagging @alloysius-g @emilykaldwen @theothermaidoftarth @rillian-rohirrim @lairn

[motleywolf-et-al]

happy pride, loves. you adorable dumpster fires, both of you. xoxo 🌈

incredible fanart by @alloysius-g as part of @winterfest-gift-exchange, for @gwenllian-in-the-abbey

[nerdsbianhokie]

take my hand (my whole life too) An Alex/Lucy natural disaster au

Chapter Three

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Lucy has to admit, the café is good. The oversized blueberry muffin she is making her way through is soft and delicious with a nice crust on top. The iced tea is perhaps not sweet enough, but she has come to expect that outside of the south. All in all it’s a great breakfast.

If only Lois would stop pestering her.

"C'mon, Lulu."

"There's nothing to tell."

Lois rolls her eyes. "We both know that's not true. You know I won't tell Dad, if that's the problem."

No, Lois wouldn't, but that isn't the problem.

The problem is Alex is a girl.

[on AO3]

major thanks to @sandstonesunspear, @crimsoncat21, @endersbegin, @cookie-sheet-toboggan, and @slugger35

[artkaninchenbau]

Crocodile finds a strange stray cat an 11-year old Nico Robin (AU where they met 13 years earlier. Robin's been on the run from the World Government for 3 years. Crocodile's 27 and has not set up base in Alabasta yet)

It seems like I have become possessed. By some sort of demon.

Bonus:

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

College Student Grief Awareness Day & International Day for Monuments and Sites

Person A is on a college trip when a monument they’re visiting collapses and they are trapped with a few survivors, Person B+, under the rubble, only to find a strange gate exposed by the destruction. When the first survivor dies, the gate opens.

[Overflow for today's obscure holidays is available on Patreon!]

[grey-viridian]

Donnie's not used to having long mask tales, and Leo uses it for pranks. Raph just wants one normal day in this house.

Please enjoy this little silly comic while I'm working on the main story.

[akanemnon]

Meanwhile with the bicker brigade...

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[stealingpotatoes]

This ask has been along time coming but whenever you post artwork with Anakin in one of those stupid text shirts I can’t help but think that Ahsoka would 100% join in and poor Obi wan would then be dragged I

omg YES

(donation doodles! // tip jar)

[bubblew0lf1]

Some disaster lineage Dragon!Jedi AU fluff

Obi-wan: Don't you have your own wing?

Anakin: Yeah, but those aren't warm

[scattered-winter]

i may be sick but fuck if im not COOKING with this fic

[gwenllian-in-the-abbey]

6

6. What's your favorite piece of dialogue you wrote this year? Okay, this was written for an entirely different fandom, Realm of the Elderlings, which you should absolutely check out if you like ASOIAF. Robin Hobb and GRRM are buddies, and Hobb is probably the best character writer of any fantasy writer that I've ever read. The fandom is criminally small, but it is my first love. My friend @alloysius-g and I created a very silly modern AU for Realm of the Elderlings and this exchange still cracks me up every time I read it. This is from a little one-shot in that AU, a fic called Shotgun The Vivacia was one of the ships in her family’s fleet, but it had been seized by the coast guard under suspicion of human trafficking, a charge which Malta wanted to believe was bullshit but her dad was also shady as hell, so she couldn't say with certainty that it was. That had happened in her freshman year at high school, and when the news had gotten out, Cerwin had broken up with her. Reyn’s family had ended up helping them get the Vivacia and her cargo back, and the human trafficking investigation had been dropped. Still, she and Reyn had broken up before graduation, agreeing they were better off as friends.  By then, Malta was already in love with Delo anyway, who was luckily much cooler than her older brother and did not hold her father's shady dealings against her.  “Is Cosgo rapping?” Delo asked, her brow furrowed. “Oh no, he’s freestyling, Malta.”  “You didn’t hear? He’s on Soundcloud now and everything,” Reyn said. "Tats is his manager, and they've been getting some bookings in town." "Maybe Rache was right we should eat the rich," Malta said. "You are the rich, sweetie." Delo clinked her glass against Malta's. "The revolution will make exceptions for us, Delo. Hot girls don't go to the gulags." 

"I don't think that's true, even though it should be," said Reyn. Cosgo ended a verse and looked expectantly at the tattooed man— Tats— who picked up the beat and started rapping incomprehensibly. “What’s he even saying?”  Delo shrugged. “I think he’s a mumble rapper. He just said something about xannies.” “That’s very Lil Pump of him,” Malta said. "Isn't he dead?" Delo frowned. "Now he's said something about bitches and lean. Oh it's tragic, Malta."  "Lil Pump isn't dead. At least I don't think he is." From across the pool Sydel, who was leaning against a wrought iron gate, caught her eye and gave a small wave. “Come on, let me introduce you to Sydel. She’s cool.” Already moving in that direction, she remembered her manners and called out over her shoulder, “Later Reyn.”

[koolaidashley]

Zombie comic 2/?

They had a deal 🙁

Part 1 | Part 3

[hitwiththetmnt]

BACK | P7 | NEXT

(Book 1)

[uh-mxtx]

Modern-au Binghe who inherits Tianglang-jun’s massive fuck off mansion with like 4000 rooms after living on the streets/foster system after his adoptive mom died (idk i just need him to have big house) and he goes “what the hell am I supposed to do with this” and Meng mo (cant be a demon here ive decided he’s a weird homeless guy who gives him advice. That or a schizophrenic hallucination) goes “fill it with women” and binghe who knows he is gay goes “no”

But then he hears some girls complaining about the safety of some of the campus housing/thier boyfriend or parents kicked them out/ect and he’s like “well, i can fix that” and offers his mcmansion up as apartments. He’s loaded so he barely asks for rent and he just keeps inviting women in hard times, like his mother used to be.

But his real calling is cooking so he keeps feeding his tenants and asking what they like. He’s got a youtube cooking/home ec channel and they’re his taste testers. And they start inviting their freinds over like “hey wanna meet our big gay himbo landlord who feeds us” and their freinds are like “boy do I”

Binghe is absolutely gleefull about this. More people to feed. Fuck yeah he gets to be housewife. The gossip sessions are unmatched. He ends up making a full banquet every night and you can either show up in your pj’s or a ballgown to match the decor.

And eventually all this snowballs and hes got a whole sorority in his mcmansion. and they casually call him husband/boyfreind/sugar daddy as a joke bc Binghe is JACKED and they can get rid of men real fast if they pull their six foot seven guard dog out of the crowd. For the sign off/video end the taste testers on Binghe’s show kiss his cheeks as thanks. Binghe doesn’t know half the people in his house. Some girl he never met (came out of SHL’s room and is COVERED in hickeys) just smacked his ass and stole a stack of pancakes. He doesn’t even react he just makes more. This is the best for his touch starvation.

And oblivious people(you know who) dont realize most of them are lesbians using him as a beard, (ignoring the makeouts and pride flags in the background of some videos) and they absolutely believe Luo Binghe seduced a crowd of women into a harem by the power of cooking, cleaning, and great sex.

Cough cough, Shen Yuan

[kaysdenofchaos]

Battle Scars AU: FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT-!!

BOOM BAM BOM POW POW💥💥💥💥