#Portland au

[pseudocyance]

Now I'm curious about zed as Wheatley, both as an art rec and why him

- 🔥🦋

(Art reqs post)

(Tango as Chell post)

Pretty low quality doodle today, sry, I don't have a lot of creative energy rn /nm

I really like the dynamic between Zed and Tango and I think Zed being all obsessed with experimenting in s9 works with Wheatley really well. I can also see Zed going in on the evil bit really hard. Playing it up to playfully annoy tango.

Z.E.D. personality core, with horns bc he's a sheep apparently

[one-time-i-dreamt]

The latest trend in fanfiction was writing AUs that took place in Portland, Oregon. I was out of the loop.  

[autumnalfallingleaves]

@codywanweek Day Seven: Modern AU: Rural type jobs (farmer/cowboy/homesteader)

This is from an AU that's been floating around my thoughts that originally started with an idea for a Codywan meet-cute where Obi-Wan owns a bookshop and Cody is one of the Valentine's Bandits that operates in Portland, Maine-- they meet when Obi-Wan stays late at his bookshop the night before Valentine's Day, and catches Cody in the act of putting up a heart on Obi-Wan's storefront :)

The Fetts are a family of (mostly) lobstermen in this AU, so I thought it'd be cute to draw for today's prompt 🦞 (Cody is also a carpenter! I've encountered it a few times and I liked it so much I decided to incorporate it into my own modern AU :) )

reblogs are highly appreciated, and please do not repost my art

[waiting-for-my-hogwarts-letter]

Only The Strong Survive

Lockwood & Co. Big Bang 2023/24 Fic

If you were under eighteen, you were old enough to have known some of the worst horrors the earth could provide, but you still couldn’t get served in a damn Wetherspoons. When the Problem started, people barely took it seriously — mostly because the older generations didn’t believe in it. When a majority of them fell victims to Ghost-Touch, they started to realise just how in danger they really were. Safe havens cropped up all over Britain, and many people tried to leave the country. It paid to be selfish in a world like this, and few could be trusted.

The ones with Talent had the best chance at survival. The ones that weren’t so afraid they locked themselves inside their houses the moment the sun began to creep down towards the horizon. The ones who could make a living by finding Sources and trading them for supplies that just weren’t common anymore.

Individually, no one ever really lasted very long after dark. So it was a good job they stumbled across each other when they did.

Or: AU in which the Problem started later and grew out of control more quickly. Merges apocalypse tropes with the Problem universe we already know.

(link in reblog)

[spooksier]

anything in your tma american au in oregon or the northwest?

yeah. alice dyer. aliceheads out there move to oregon they mass produce bitches (said with love) like her over there i know 3,000 of them

(for entities: the vast has the whole pnw is a CHOKEHOLD. me being a midwestern piece of shit, the first time i saw a mountain up close i literally felt prey animal fear. nothing should be that big.)

[possibilistfanfiction]

Delicate

it's been a weird day already.

but not, like, bad: the sky is clear and it's not windy, which is such a welcome break from the weeks and weeks of rain you kind of want to dance down the sidewalk or something (you don't, but only because you have on this cool new pair of pants you thrifted last week and one over-exuberant roll through a puddle and they'd be wet for the day); there wasn't a long line at camila's coffee shop, so you were early to work; none of your appointments, even, have been late. good-weird sometimes feels way more unsettling than bad-weird, though, or at least that's what you've told your therapist who nodded — trauma responses, this and that, or so she says.

your first two clients are easy — small, simple stuff, which is always nice to start off with. chanel is finishing her last session on a wicked cool back piece with a chill client, and it's all pretty vibey until you're outside on the little front patio of the studio eating the pizza you'd grabbed from down the street for a late lunch, casually people watching. it all happens so fast: you're taking a bite and then, bam, there’s someone on a bike skidding out of control and then falling with a thump, tangled up in the metal frame and pedals spinning.

'shit,' you say, even though the person is already struggling their way out from under the bike — a good sign, overall. but still, you put your pizza down on the table chanel insisted you buy and wheel down the ramp until you're on the sidewalk, close enough to be able to ask, 'are you okay?'

the person — a very, very hot person, in carhartt overalls, a pristine white t-shirt, and blundstones — groans but then nods, stands up fully from the street and hefts the bike back upright by the handlebars. 'yes. i'll be fine. a minor fall.'

there's an embarrassed blush rising behind freckles and, 'you're bleeding.' it's roadrash, nothing serious, along an elbow, both palms, but still — 'my shop is right here.' you point behind you. 'let me patch you up, we have all the sterile stuff and everything.'

'i — okay.'

you smile, then smile even bigger when this very hot bike-falling blushing stranger takes her helmet off and her short hair — slightly sweaty — is tousled, a little messy on the top, even messier after she tries to brush it back with her fingers. 'sweet.' you offer your hand, even though she's dragging her bike alongside her. 'i'm ava.'

she leans the bike against her hip, grants you a small smile, and meets your eyes, even though her blush gets worse. 'beatrice.'

her hand is calloused and warm and she locks her bike against your railing, then follows you up the ramp.

'so you're who moved in,' she says, not unkindly, and you nod. it's a beautiful studio — you'll claim it was 50/50 design choices all day long, but it really was mostly chanel who chose the perfect shelving, the easy colors, the furniture that was simple and comfortable and cool as fucking hell, all at once. 'me and chanel, the other artist and owner,' you say. chanel's gun is very quietly buzzing behind the partition that separates her station from the front desk, and you lead beatrice back to your station.

the scrape along her elbow — delicate, one of the most difficult places to tattoo properly, all small, sharp bones and live-wire nerves — isn't deep or particularly dirty, so you clean it quickly and without too much discomfort, if her comfortable quiet and measured breathing is anything to go by.

'you're an expert on this, i suppose,' she says, as you get out your second skin once everything is clean and dry.

you laugh. 'tattoos aren't too dissimilar.' you allow yourself to look — after a lot of restraint, thank you very much — at her nearly-finished sleeve: fine lines and tender greyscale of flowers and plants, a few bugs, woven together. there's space on the underside of her wrist, still, a little unexpected. 'this is beautiful.'

beatrice smiles softly, a little sad. 'thank you.'

'no, like, genuinely.' you take your gloves off once the second skin is on perfectly and roll back in your chair to see it a little clearer. 'it really is.'

that blush again. 'i'm a gardener,' beatrice says, as if that explains everything. you have a few silly tattoos along your thighs — some are from you practicing along your own skin, a perk of not feeling anything below your waist — and your favorite along the top of your right hand. it's the first chanel did for you, the start of how you became friends — and business partners, eventually — and it's not hard, really, to remember the control you felt when you got to choose to make your body in your own image, when you had someone you trusted to help.

'that's awesome.'

she nods, once, like it's a finite truth. 'along with my sister, i run the florist shop on the other side of camila's. we farm all of our own flowers, only local pollinators.'

'permaculture,' you say, 'sick.'

it gets a laugh out of her — fucking delightful, and, whew, you want to keep making that happen — 'it is.' she stands, looking almost — dare you say it — regretful. 'unfortunately, i do have to get back to said shop for the afternoon. but maybe i can buy you a coffee?'

'camila gives me my coffee for free.'

she blanches and it takes a few seconds before you reach out and pat her hand with a laugh. 'i'm sorry, i was just messing with you. i'd love to get coffee with you.'

'yeah?'

'dude, are you kidding? i want to know all about your plants.'

she's got the most proper accent of all time, and you're kind of wishing for her to say something like, and i, your art, but instead she just nods, a little tongue-tied, you think, which is endearing in its own way too. 'thank you again, ava.'

'anytime.' you pause. 'well, not the exact same circumstances. don't need you flinging yourself off of your bike just to say hi to me again —'

'i didn't fall because of you —'

'i know i'm, like, cool and stunning, but you really should be more careful.'

she rolls her eyes, but there's still a smile on her face. you know you're, as chanel puts it, dangerously charming, so you'll take it.

you watch her walk down the ramp and unlock her bike, then walk it two doors down to the florist that always had swathes of wildflowers in the windows. you've only been here a few weeks, and you'd been very busy setting everything up and getting your clients in asap, but you'd planned to check it out eventually. now, you have even more of a reason to.

and, like, maybe it's a little gay, whatever, but you transfer out of your chair to sit more comfortably at your station while you wait for your next client and start to sketch some wildflowers and their pollinators. bees, your favorites, and maybe it doesn't mean anything or maybe it means something. you don't really believe in everything but you do think that people can be kind and that the earth itself is overwhelmingly good. that's enough, most days, really.

chanel finishes with her client and it's a good-good-weird day because she offers to order dinner without you even having to whine. you fall asleep later at home thinking abt how warm beatrice's skin had been, how it had been easy to make sure she would heal well, all the flowers there, blooming; her freckles and her blush. maybe, if you're lucky, she's thought of you too.

[inafieldofdaisies]

Det. Sabrina Donovan / John Duncan (A Trial of Errors)

Faith Seed / Leslie Parish

Mercedes "Mercy" Sibley / Jacob Seed

Mary May Fairgrave / Deputy Calahan Hartley

Eloise "Lou" Morello / Deputy Staci Pratt

Oakley Moore / Oliver McKenzie

OC Picrew: Couples Edition | Originally tagged by @rosenfey ❤️

Tagging, @socially-awkward-skeleton @strafethesesinners @strangefable @hollywood-is-bleeding @cassietrn

@lilywatt @shellibisshe @aceghosts @wrathfulrook @josephslittledeputy

@trench-rot @killyourrdarlingss @katsigian @voidika @g0dspeeed

@purplehairsecretlair @imogenkol @simonxriley @derelictheretic

@cloudofbutterflies92 @carlosoliveiraa @neonshrike @elligatorrex

@mkdecimation @theelderhazelnut @finding-comfort-in-rain

@direwombat @la-grosse-patate @roofgeese

[griffther]

as someone who lives in maine, im having a really hard time stopping myself from writing a nurseydex fic where dex brings nursey up to maine for like fall break or some shit during their senior year and takes him to all the cool little spots he thinks nursey would enjoy

[angel-cryptid]

Marble Hornets but it's a Portland Polycule commune cult situation

[the-real-couchrat]

Some fanart of Darceus Alamastern from @toothpastecanyon ‘s Unto Dust fic!

The mane is fun to draw, so I just hc that it started growing after taking in her nieces (because female lions can grow manes!)

Please don’t count the number of tails on the big drawing, I did the lineart at 1 in the morning, and misinterpreted my sketch.

The markings on the nieces are a little funky, but they’re supposed to be silver foxes. I’m also stupidly proud of the tiny doodle.

[bi-cot3]

okay hear me out: cot3 spiderman au!!!

lockwood as spiderman- charismatic, a good fighter, no sense of self-preservation, tragic backstory, etc

lucy and george are his coworkers also interning at the daily bugle that he’s semi in love with but his attachment issues make him avoid those feelings like the plague

the three of them are absolutely MISERABLE at their jobs- the only good thing about it is the company they find in each other

george loves research and sharing his findings with the world but nowhere else would hire him except for the bugle. they don’t let him do any actual journalistic work or anything to do with research. honestly, sometimes he thinks he would be happier in an actual scientific experimentation job, but he likes the idea of making information and important findings available for everyone

lucy is a photography intern. she is passionate about all arts, especially making physical art, but has been able to make enough of a living off her photography so that’s what she focuses on the most. in this au she still is running from an abusive household and her mom is possibly a plot element (idk the context though, I just like the angst that comes with it)

lockwood canonically comes from money (inherited after his family’s death) and is more there for an inside view of the daily bugle and to see if he can change the opinions they are publishing (read: he absolutely CANNOT, bless him for being so delusional optimistic)

not fully sure where this au would go, but know that it is fully inspired in spirit by the stoncy fic ‘with great power’ by dharmainitiative on ao3 (which you should ABSOLUTELY give a read if you are a fan of ST or have ever shipped stoncy) (not endorsing of ST whatsoever!!! just the og polycule)

other underdeveloped plot ideas under the cut:

norrie died in [insert violent incident here] and although lucy has no logical reason for it since spiderman wasn’t a thing back then- or even around in the area they lived, she harbors spite that no one was able to swoop in and save norrie from an early and untimely death (or maybe she’s in a coma??? idk)

one of them is roommates with kipps. I would say that the three of them are roommates, but the logistics of keeping the spidey secret in the extremely close quarters that are nyc apartments would be a nightmare to write

kipps might be george’s ex. idk why, I just think the dynamic of lockwood’s feud with the man is hilarious when the george-ex dynamic exists in fics

(norrie and lucy were in love. bc it’s canon in my heart and everyone is queer bc I say so)

ALSO: bonus points if the three of them get together midway/two-thirds of the way through the fic but lockwood is still avoiding telling them

[theratlivinginyourcouchcushions]

I made a version of my own of the dinner crew wiki photo! The original art was amazing and incredibly helpful, but I had trouble translating the characters into my own art style, hence the reference art! I made some changes based on how well I could draw things, I was a WoF kid growing up, so I have always thought imagined her as a kind of DND style dragon. I got a very helpful response from @gardenofphantoms on what Toby looked like, and my own personal imagining of Mindy (I hope you don’t mind too much @gardenofphantoms (or the writer of the dinner crew) but if you do, please let me know) I just loved the Portland mafia and how it affects the timeline! In a previous post I mentioned that my first tau fic I read was chapter 100 of “tales of a Dreambender” by LadyPhenix, it was amazing! Anyhow, you should go check out the original by @gardenofphantoms

More Kiyo will be coming soon!

[skylarmoon71]

Alexander (Grimm) - Crossover AU - Chapter 1

“I hope there is a reason for this Burkhardt.”

Although the friction between them had been mended when Alexander took over and rebuilt the organization, he’d learned that good news rarely came with this group. Especially since he was asked to come down from the Netherlands.

“You said you needed help with your case. A rogue wesen trying to start up the whole black claw situation. Since we’d all like to avoid that, I called in a personal favor. The timing was great since she recently joined our department as a consultant.” Nick explained.

Standing in the empty interrogation room with Sean, Hank and Nick, Alexander waited for an explanation. The door opened before anything else could be said and his eyes moved to the woman. You nodded at Nick.

“Wu told me I could find you here. Just tell me where you need me.” You spoke.

Alexander thought it was a joke.

“Really, my men ran through numerous interrogation tactics and you think this woman can crack him?” 

His voice was overly condescending, but you tried not to take it personally.

Nick stepped forward.

“She’s one of us, she knows everything and she’s good.”

You appreciated Nick’s words, but Alexander still didn’t look very convinced.

“It’s not surprising that brute force would not work. These men fight for a cause. It’s rooted in their personal values, their beliefs. I’m sure I don’t have to explain how dangerous that is?”

Alexander narrowed his eyes.

“And you believe that you can break a man that is unbreakable? You have quite the ego.”

“No one person or thing is unbreakable. With the right tools you can take apart anything.”

“How naive.” He counters.

You move closer, looking him over. He just watches, stance firm.

“Your upbringing was probably tough, from your posture someone would guess military or special forces, but you’re way too prim for that. You lost a parent, possibly at a young age. When you joined the organization, you were impressionable. You saw traits that were similar to what your father displayed, so you had no problem devoting your life to it.”

There’s a clear adjustment in his posture. His eyes waver for a moment and you just smile, continuing your assessment.

“No ring, so you’re unattached. From the lack of color in your attire I would say you’ve been alone for a while. Your job requires someone willing to adapt to your lifestyle, you’d also need someone you can trust wholeheartedly, especially since a lot of your work requires espionage tasks. Am I warm?”

If he didn’t believe before, he sure does now.

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t insult my skills before you had a chance to see them. Men like you are child’s play. Predictable. I’ll have a better challenge with our criminal.” You turn from Alexander, looking at Nick.

“Which room is he in?”

“Interrogation three.”

You nod.

“I’ll have your confession in five minutes.” 

You move to the door without another word. When it closes, Alexander just gapes.

“Who..was that?”

Nick just gives a smile.

“(Y/N), (Y/N) Jane.”

He made a mental note to do a thorough background check.

Alexander assumed that you’d done your research, it was the only thing that made sense. But when five minutes rolled around, you walked out the interrogation room and they all caught a glimpse of their suspect with his head on the table as he wept. You were holding the pad in your hands with all the necessary information. You walked right up to Nick’s desk, holding it out.

“We have all the names of the men he’s been in contact with. They have another attack planned, date and time are attached along with the millionaire who’s been sponsoring their endeavors.”

Nick was wearing a wide smile and Hank gave you a pat on the shoulder.

“Good work psychic.”

You just laugh.

“I keep telling you I’m not psychic.”

Alexander was still peering at you curiously.

“If not psychic then what, you must be a witch.”

There was a subtle accusation in his voice.

“I’m not a Hexenbeist Alexander, it’s all about observation. You should try it rather than judging people just from their appearance. By the way, I wouldn’t recommend eating that chocolate bar, the machine has been down for ages. Who knows how old that candy is.”

You held out your hand, and he just gaped at the five dollar bill he’d left in his pocket specifically for the treat.

Heading back to the couch at the far end, you laid down. Both Nick and Hank were laughing at the bewildered expression on Alexander’s face.

“I think you pissed her off. " Hank said.

“Good luck.” Nick added.

Alexander realized at that moment that he would need more than luck. 

Especially dealing with you. 

[boydykedevo]

wuh oh getting dragged back into old hyperfixation as we speak

[waiting-for-my-hogwarts-letter]

lines of a living blueprint

Cot3 Soulmate AU Doodle Mirroring

In a world where anything drawn on your soulmate's skin shows up on your own, fate lends a hand in bringing the trio together and fear plays its part in keeping their feelings a secret.

Or: the cot3 doodle soulmate au that no one asked for.

(link in reblog)

[electricfied-wolf]

Gravity Falls railroader AU. Is this anything.