#Them in modern AU is my fav

[r-yui]

[tinukis]

day 5 - little brother

so incredibly self indulgent but yeah anyway... little brother w his three older brothers

(please more asl + uta/asul bros please)

[slightly-depressed-sloth]

Experimenting with how I wanna draw Clark and Bruce, decided it would be best to draw them side by side to make sure they don’t look too similar *cough cough* Dc *cough*, also been wanting to draw them in 1940’s suits so combined them into one.

As always click for better quality

COMMISSIONS OPEN

+ Underwear version so that I could actually see their body types for reference later

Bonus; Clean profiles!

ID + refs under cut;

[ID; Digital drawing of Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent standing, both are dressed in 1940’s clothes. Bruce is on the left in a dark navy double breasted suit, with a black tie and yellow shirt, he has a five o’clock shadow and a scar on his cheek and ear. Clark is dressed in a brown suit, with a mismatched jacket and trousers, his trousers are darker and high waisted with a thin belt, his jacket is open and underneath he’s wearing a beige knitted sweater vest with a red tie and white shirt. Clark’s glasses are thick and tortoise shell in pattern. There’s a second drawing, which is in the same poses as the first but both men are in boxers and vests of the period. Behind each of them is a drawing of their face at profile view, Bruce is in full Bruce Wayne persona in his, clean shaven, properly washed for once and with makeup to cover his eye bags, he’s in a black tuxedo and smiling. Clark in his profile is in his above suit plus a fedora with a red band holding a press pass in his hat, he’s looking up in interest. The background to both is faded newspaper clipping of the Gotham gazette and the daily planet along with the superman and Batman symbol. End ID]

Here’s the references I based their clothes on btw, in case you’re interested!

[kunshokunsho]

jsut a couple of dudes being bros

….(emphasis on the couple part)

[pineapple-frenzy]

art request: more cat parents!zutara please!!! perhaps in the style of those 80s family pictures that are cringey but funny, thank you <3

I had to google what those 80s family pictures looked like and this is what I came up with

Hope you like it!!

[lovisus]

College Dramione AU🦁🐍

"Always got that nose stuck in a book Granger. Ready for our date?" Hermione startles and flips around at the sound of his voice.

"Malfoy? You’re early, I told you I needed to finish this poti-" She flicks her wrist to check the watch resting there and stops short.

"Merlin, I can’t believe I lost track of time like that.." Hermione grimly turns to the unfinished looking substance in the cauldron she’d been slaving over for an hour, and then to her boyfriend with a look of exasperarion. "It’s too pink, and its been stinking up the room. I have no idea how to fix it"

"I’ve never seen a potion defeat you like this. Would you like some help oh mighty bookworm?" Draco teases and steps forward to circle his arm around her waist. She pouts and pushes him back slightly.

"Oh ha ha. I’d love to see you try. Professor Snape only glorfies your Slytherin tush. Unfortunately the rest of us belong on his very long list of people he’ll send to detention over breathing too loud."

"Only Snape? Don’t you also glorify my tush?" Malfoy juts out his lip and tightens his grip around her. She snorts and pulls her arms around his shoulders in defeat, because of course he would only hear the part where she talks about his ass.

"Give me five more mi-" she starts to say.

"Nope, you need at least another hour to rectify that aboniation. The frog tongue is whats giving off that lovely fragrance by the way." he says and accentuates this point by wrinkling his nose.

"Oh so it’s not the sassy ferret in front of me insulting my potioneering skills?" she deadpans.

"Touché bookworm"

"I try" she grins.

[sigsfigs]

jane of all trades

@professorfcknmoriarty

[teenytraveler]

I FOUND THIS IN MY DRAFTS I CAN’T BELIEVE I NEVER POSTED THIS 

this is my spread for the Zutara zine from...2 years ago?? anyways zutara modern AU i hope u like it as much as i do :”) 

[unicornsaures]

something in me really wants to draw modern bayonetshipping but ion think yall would fw cyber grunge henry enough for that.....

[clownery-and-fuckery]

So.. modern au's

"Can we not do this right now?" Hunter practically hissed, giving Crosshair a pointed look across the table. "This isn't a good time."

Crosshair scoffed. "It's never a good time, is it?" His voice was loud, and it was getting the attention of the others at the long table they were sat at.

Cody looked over from the head of the table, apprehension clear in his smile as he raised an eyebrow. Hunter nodded stiffly, and Crosshair leaned forward.

"When are we going to talk about it, Hunter?" He asked, glaring. The eldest gave him a sharp look of disapproval. "Or are we going to ignore it, like we ignore every other problem you've caused?"

Crosshair's voice had risen. Tech glanced up from his phone, sharing a concerned glance with Echo across the table. "What's going on?" Omega asked from beside Wrecker. The larger brother shrugged, a small frown on his face.

"Cross." Hunter's glare softened into something more pleading. "Please not here."

"I'm sick of waiting!" Hunter grunted when the table jolted. Crosshair stood, glaring daggers at his older brother. The restaurant went quiet, eyes on the two brothers.

"Uh-oh.." Wrecker's voice was small, already moving to remove his younger sister from the table. Echo shot a look to Cody and Rex, who were moving to stand. Tech gripped his phone at his lap, glancing between Crosshair and Hunter.

"Every choice you've made since we were kids has been wrong." Crosshair snapped, pointing a finger toward Hunter. "And you can't even admit to it."

"I'm serious, Crosshair." The eldest stood now, too, leveling him with a glare. "Sit down. We'll talk about it later, not when we're in the middle of a restaurant, with the others and with Ome—"

"Omega!" Crosshair huffed a laugh, entirely fake sounding. "Of course, turn around and forget about us again for her, why don't you?"

Omega jumped, looking hurt as she turned to Wrecker. He was quick to assure her, taking her hand and standing, trying to subtly move out of the near silent restaurant. Hunter looked startled, blinking in surprise.

"I haven't forgotten you–" Hunter said. "Yes, you have!" Crosshair yelled, slamming his hands down on the table.

Tech flinched. Rex caught his arm, shooting a reassuring smile his way before turning back towards the other two. "Lads," Rex snapped. "Take this outside." He gave Hunter a pointed look, still holding Tech's arm.

Hunter sighed, nodding. Crosshair barely glanced his way, before he rounded back on Hunter. "Ever since you picked her up, you've given her everything you promised us."

The tension couldn't be thicker. Echo swallowed, glancing toward Tech. He pushed his glasses up higher, pressing them tight against his nose. "That's enough, Crosshair." Hunter snapped. "I understand you're angry at me—"

"Angry?" Crosshair asked, shaking his head. "I'm beyond angry, Hunter." The eldest sighed, hardly noticing the quiet of the surrounding tables anymore. "You're the only one who is." He said, giving Crosshair a look. "Why?"

Crosshair pointed across the table to his younger brother, who startled. "I'm angry for them. For the family you've chosen to forget."

Tech glanced around as eyes pinned him in place. Hunter froze. "I have not-" Hunter said. "–ignored them. I did everything I could—"

"Everything you could?!" Crosshair's voice rose, and Echo winced, moving to stand now, as well. "Is that what you think that was?!" Crosshair almost laughed.

"First, you had us all drafted in the military," Crosshair held up his wrist, showing an ugly scar. "And you dragged us from one suicide mission to the next." Crosshair gestured to Echo, who glared slightly before turning his head away, facing the table.

Hunter jumped when Crosshair hit the table again. "Cross!" Cody snapped this time, catching a glass that toppled over. Crosshair ignored him. "Let's not forget Wrecker blowing up, and you turning around and letting him fight some more. Like that was a good idea." He rolled his eyes as he spoke.

Hunter tensed. "Oh, and let's just gloss over–" Crosshair was getting hysterical, blindsided by a deep, festering anger he couldn't shake as he glared at his older brother across from him.

"–let's just gloss over how you had us leave our younger brother in a lab with the woman who abused us for years, and how you pretend not to notice the damage!"

As soon as the words flew out of his mouth, reality slammed back into him like the table had slammed into his gut. Crosshair's mouth snapped shut, eyes widening as he finally seemed to remember where he was.

Hunter's eyes were wide, and looking furious as he stared at his brother. Crosshair's eyes scanned the stunned restaurant, his gaze settling on his brother's at the end of the table.

No one at the table knew about that. Crosshair was the only one, until now. Now that he had blabbered the secret for an entire restaurant to hear. Tech stared at him, almost horrified as the words sank into the group.

Echo stared, unsure whether to look at Crosshair or their younger brother. "Tech–" He started, prosthetic hand reaching across the table. Tech jerked back, chair clattering to the floor as he stood quickly.

Tech himself looked startled by his reaction. He seemed to freeze up, looking around with glazed eyes. His eyes met Hunter's, and he took a shuddering breath. There was a bear of silence, then Tech seemed to remember himself.

"Excuse me." He croaked hoarsely, turning and walking away, shoving the door open as he escaped out of the restaurant.

Cody stood to follow him, but Echo clamped a hand on his shoulder. "Wrecker's got him," He assured Cody. "Don't worry about it."

Cody smothered a sigh, nodding. Echo was right, his attention should be on the eldest brother, who looked about ready to swing at Crosshair.

Rex was already pulling out a taser.

[iheartmoons]

yall i already want to make fanfic of the book that i have not written yet

[theunconcernedembalmer]

WAIT MAN IN GREY IS GONE??? NOOOOOOO

Then besides you. Who else in the Aesop community/family is still alive? I havent been on tumblr much so it was a shock not being able to find Man in Gray anymore 😭😭😭😭

Ah... I'm actually kind of surprised that u think that my blog is still alive (well, barely, but i try) (work is seriously draining nowadays among other life tm stuff)

Tbh I feel like I've fallen out of the ask blog community for a while now. I always say that there's definitely some out there that are vibing, I'm just not aware of them since most of the blogs that i tend to interact with n know arent exactly very present in the scene anymore, but just cos I'm not aware of it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Probably.

[nyaskitten]

"modern au" and then its just a way to make everything so generic and boring and throw all the characters in ugly-ass outfits and make everything "down to earth."

[dykethevvitch]

the mechanisms are right. most banger character concept is definitely "guy who really likes explosions"

[flovverworks]

(person whos exhausted and thought of chloe a second too long) u know how im 70% sure chloe has an area convo where akira says something nice and chloe goes "is this what its like to have a big sibling?!?!", i need rustica to date someone n chloe to go "is this what its like to have (loving) parents?!?!?"

[notthestarwar]

Have another snippet of my writing that I like. This one prob requires a bit of set up so,

This is a modern au. Jaster raises 10 of Jango's kids in his absence, before Cody runs away at 16. Years later, Jango is murdered and it turns out that he's been living in the same city as Cody all along, and so have Wolffe and Fox, each living completely different lives.

Excerpt from: the Last Days of Jango Fett

Cody’s gaze sweeps over the exterior of the gym and he wonders if he's making a mistake. He spent a lot of his time, growing up, in gyms like this. The faded lettering of the sign declares the gym’s official name to be ‘Koon’s training gym’ but scrawled over that, in grey lettering, is its true name ‘Plo’s bro’s’ he bites his cheek, wondering at the identity of Plo. If he’ll find him inside, or if the sign serves as only a fond memorial. He crosses the threshold and he may as well have stepped back in time.

He can hear a familiar voice, barking orders, corrections. But his gaze skips straight over the set of strong shoulders, the back of a head so much like his own, and instead he only has eyes for the ring, because inside, there is a boy who for all appearances could be Cody’s own; who could even be Cody himself, had you a loose grip on temporal structure.

Boba is good, better than a boy of his age should be, clearly Jango’s been training him. He still wouldn’t have stood a minute in the ring with Cody at the same age, not that that’s any fair comparison; Cody could have beaten them all. They said he was born with a golden ticket in his mouth. A right hook to end all right hooks and with it, a way out. For them all.

Cody had spent all his teen years training in a gym like this, just down the road from Jaster’s, born ability or not, he wasn’t given an easy ride. Jaster’s old buddies rallied together for one last go and they gave it their all. Within the walls of that gym, they lived again, they gave it all they had to train Cody like it were 30 years previous and they still had a chance in hell of winning. For a moment, it seemed like they would.

Cody in the ring had been a sight to behold. He and he only, could retrieve their last chance, lost to anyone else because no-one knew where it fell. But Cody and Cody only, he would rise to the top and he would reach and he would hold it in his hands. Glory. Lost and abandoned, left to gather dust from the day it had fallen from Jango’s hands. Theirs, once again. Cody could have saved them all.

But. Cody couldn’t be that for them. He had the talent, sure. He had the drive to make it to the top, for certain. More than all of that, he had that magic, that thing you can’t quite put a word to, that made him a sight to behold in the ring. Like pure gold. But there was one thing Cody didn’t have, the wherewithal to be his Fathers keeper. Cody did not have it in him, to live his life for a man that did not want him. Glory in the ring; that was Jango’s dream, not his.

Born on a cool November, against the odds, Cody entered the world a healthy 9'5 with a healthy set of lungs to match. Jango did not know of this, Jango was not there.

Cody, healthy and round, had been placed in to the arms of a woman who had looked down upon her son and immediately known that she could never, quite, be what he needed and so she hadn’t tried to be.

Once when he was young, Cody had overheard Jaster speak of her. Only the once and not of the woman herself but of her, as Jaster put it, ‘sentimental bullshit’. Jaster was a strong believer in facing up to your problems and the woman who had given birth to Cody, did quite the opposite.

That woman had looked in to her babies eyes, and had delivered that baby, quite promptly, to Jaster’s doorstep. An undetermined amount of time later, Jaster had answered the door to find two bottles of milk and Cody, laying on the doormat.

Cody had been left quite alone, with nothing but a blanket, and a note; explaining that his mother, having looked in to her son’s eyes’, had immediately known that she could never contain quite the amount of love that her son would need and was therefore, leaving him to his Father, a man she was sure was more than capable. Jaster, who at this point was already responsible for two of Jango’s progeny, suspected otherwise; as he had told the milkman that day after he had kindly knocked and asked if Jaster was quite aware there was a baby sleeping on his doorstep.

That day, standing there speaking to Jaster as a baby laid between them, the milkman, in a moment of startling honesty, had looked down to the babe and told Jaster that upon the birth of his first son, he had worried that he wouldn’t be suited to fatherhood, but had since realised that all the little ones really needed; was loving. Jaster, not having slept through the night in about 2 years by that point, had bluntly retorted that love would not feed yet another mouth and so, he would be needing another bottle of milk, before sweeping down to gather the child to his chest, the note laying unneeded on the doorstep.

Cody had heard Jaster reason, through that crack in the kitchen door, that the last thing any child needed was a bit of paper telling them their parent didn’t have it in them to love them enough. Jaster had known, from that first glance at Cody, as all parents do, that upon finding that Cody needed more love, he might only ever meet such a thing with carving out just a bit more space in his heart or wherever else love is kept, to hold it.

To Jaster, parenthood was not about biology, it was simply about being needed and being the kind of person, that would change themselves however necessary, to meet that need.

That day in the kitchen, Jaster’s friend had shortly weighed him up to be a ‘soft fool’ who ‘only had it coming’ ‘what with all these doorstep babies’, but Jaster hadn’t seemed to mind. In the following years, Cody had rarely heard him talk like that again, but the sentiment lived on with him all the same, carried with him until he was old enough to understand what such a thing really meant.

Not that Jango ever stopped by to see it for himself, but everyone who met Cody declared him to be the spit of him. Cody was Jango’s second coming for sure, it didn’t matter that Jango was still walking the earth. Everyone who saw Cody in the ring was sure that he’d been delivered upon them to finish what Jango could not.

Cody often worried, that he wouldn’t quite weigh up in the eyes of Jaster, who had afterall, known Jango the best. Cody rather worried, that he instead, might take after his maternal side. The type to run from problems rather than face them. Because of this fear, Cody spent his whole life rising to each and every problem until one day, he did quite the opposite.

In the early hours of the day Cody’s big match was to be held; the one that was sure to shoot him right to the top, so high that his eyebrows would brush the stars and the rest of them, they’d all be able to fall on clouds; the big match that wasn’t just Cody’s ticket to a kinder life but everyone’s, his showstopper, Cody had found himself with a bag over his shoulder walking the track out of town.

When he reached the end of that track, where the old road met the big one, he’d found Jaster sat waiting for him.

Jaster had offered Cody a small smile and, told him he was beginning to worry that he wouldn’t come. Then, he had met his eyes and wished him luck. Jaster had said that he was proud of Cody, for having reached the same conclusion that Jaster himself had; Jaster knew that Cody was not put on this earth to right Jango’s wrongs, Cody was here, only to be Cody , and besides, he never had to worry about turning out to be the kind of person that Jaster might not like, because the thing about raising someone, is you keep loving them no matter who they might turn out to be.

Later that day, as one by one the fields passed him by, Cody had looked out the window of the coach and known with a surety that sometimes, the only way you can face your problems, is by leaving.

That day, Cody left the memory of Jango Fett behind, in search of a life where there was a bit of room to be Cody Mereel, and he had never once looked back.

Cody had left the memory of Jango behind, in the pursuit of himself, but now, here was Boba.

Boba had not left Jango behind as he hadn’t been given time to, Jango was only a ghost in Cody’s childhood but he was something more real to Boba. That is at least, until one day, when he was just gone.

For the first time, Cody looks behind himself and there, following, as he always has been, is the boy he left behind. Cody had to leave that boy in order to become the man he is today. he doesn’t regret it, he likes who he is, who he allowed himself to become, by leaving. But now he can see that in order to help Boba, he needs to be both the man who’s risen above the ghost of his father and also, the boy who could never quite live up to the memories his father left behind.

For the first time in his adult life, Cody remembers what it was to be the son of Jango Fett and then, against better reason, he holds on tight to that memory. When he looks back over his shoulder once again, there isn’t anyone there. That boy is looking forward as Cody looks forward and when he takes his next step, they take it as one. Cody is whole and he is his self, he is as he always has been, wholly and completely.

In the gym that is in every way, both the same and nothing like those of his childhood, Cody takes another step and then another, until his toes are almost touching the side of the ring.

Boba sees him first, just a glance and then, Cody sees the moment that his face registers. Boba just stops in space, he blinks wide eyes at the sight of him before tilting his head, letting those same eyes trace over Cody.

Now that he’s seen Jango Fett, Cody knows precisely why he might garner such a reaction, Cody didn’t have a dad so he has no idea what it is like to lose one. He can’t quite imagine what this must be like for Boba, it’s just you and your dad and then, he is murdered. Your dad dies and you are 10, and then, almost identical men start spilling out of the cracks of the city.

Boba has been distracted for long enough now that Wolffe has given up on trying to call his attention back, he turns to see what has the boy’s attention caught and soon comes up short himself.

Cody looks up at his big brother for the first time in 20 years and swallows.

“Hi Wolffe.” He says quietly.

Wolffe is frozen, even more so than Boba, not even his eyes move and now Cody looks at him, he isn’t sure if they can. One side of his brothers face is heavily scarred, like something long ago scraped across the surface, even from here Cody can see that the eye on that side is clouded.

His brother takes in a loud breath, “Cody?”

And then before Cody can even think to answer, Wolffe is moving, rolling out of the ring until he can engulf Cody in his arms.

Cody is the same size as Wolffe now but somehow it doesn’t feel like it, he feels dwarfed, finally back in his brothers arms and why did Cody ever think he could live without this? Wolffe’s arm is cradling his head and the other is bracing Cody’s back and he can feel his head tucked against Cody’s own and Cody has been alone for 20 years and he didn’t have to be, he knows this now, as well as he knows anything.

Cody doesn’t know what he expected. He doesn’t know what he expected from any of this. The past week has been a storm. An uncontrollable thing that you can only watch happen.

Had he thought maybe that upon seeing him, Wolffe might hit him?

Maybe that he would berate him for leaving?

Cody didn’t know who the adult his brother had grown in to really was. Maybe he had expected him to be cold, distant in the face of the brother that left them all? Cody had showed them all that it was possible to leave, that such a thing wasn’t only the purview of Jango and from what Rex had said that had left their family fractured. It had never been the same again after Cody left and showed everyone that they could leave. One by one, they had each followed him in to the unknown, lost to each other thanks to him.

Had he thought any of that, he would have been wrong. The man holding him isn’t any of that, he is just Wolffe, he is just Cody’s brother.

They are together, once again.