#barbershop au

[theshenanijiang]

The Newfangled Four - A Spoonful of Sugar (parody) [from Mary Poppins] Everything I am learning about Barbershop Quartets is going to be from this band’s parodies...

[bluevelvetea]

Sneak peek of what I'm working on 👀 can't wait to share this AU concept @kebuyo and I created 🥰

[eemamminy-art]

sdv bachelors but they're butches

[noviistarz]

insert excuse for drawing original characters

[yuugisbarber]

I don’t like it BUT Atem not being down for total exclusivity with Kaiba in post-canon Prideshipping makes sense for his character…. At least at some point in the relationship. Maybe it wouldn’t occur to him at first, but if he found out open dating is an option for his modern life 🤔🤔🤔 this dudes whole existence has been duty responsibility commitment being anchored yada yada so being reborn and just defaulting to a monogamous relationship with one of the (few) people he got to know during 2 years of a quasi-existence as a ghost borrowing another body would be kinda??? but in my head they are still inseparable soulmates that are perfectly content with being exclusive and monogamy is never an issue, but who knows

[bluepoodle7]

#InfectedRealtorAU #TheBarbershopHouse #FreakyFredIdeaLikeHouse #MyIdea

I kind of want to make a infected realtor from my Freaky Fred Idea that just shaves beings for fun.

Like the house character was already crazy like they have a parasite fungmammal but just has a blank fungmammal.

Like the blank ones are just there to help the infected realtor to make the props they need and just there to watch the craziness happen.

Like make this infected realtor like the Jack the ripper but for beings with hair and doesn't eat or kill people but eats the hair of the victims.

Might make this infected realtor female with the codename of Shelia the Shaver and is told by the Uncanny Valley residents to stay away but this infected realtor tries lure people with sweets or a homecooked meal then slowly gets the victims comfortable to shave them.

Her name is Haarkapper Noho (Afrikaans for Barbershop and Hawaiian for Dwelling)

Her business cards have mini hair clippers with hearts around them.

Her business card number has 2547 which is Clip in telephone numbers.

The fungmammal is hair clipper bee named Buzzabee.

(Buzzabee acts female but is mushroom gendered.)

This fungmammal is a blank.

When you enter her house you will faintly hear a barbershop quartet song that will describe the person or beings fate while also telling a story on how you got there.

When you hear it this will make the buyer feel comfortable and rest in the barber shop chair for her to shave you bald then she will put a fake wig on you or a hat then send you out which will become your new hair.

She will then eat the hair either by normal Realtor means by the floor or the infected way by the lure body consuming the hair.

This will heal her while also is tasty to her and gives the house some home insulation.

Buzzabee is not into hair but would rather have real food.

She will also hum a song while looking for new clients or buyers when she hunts for them.

Her favorite ones are people or beings with unique hairstyles and she will compliment you on your hair then try to lure you to her house.

She does this to everyone and not just humans.

She wants to one day shave the motherball and eat it's hair thinking since it's made up of different hair types it might be the tasty holy grail to her to consume.

If you asked her to shave her own hair she would gladly do it but only a little bit of her corn husk like hair then she will eat it in front of you while staring at you.

Haarkapper Noho is a pollinator house with a chimney and buzzabee likes to fly inside the house body which if this was a non infected realtor would freak out then try to get rid of the bee.

Images not mine but link is there.

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[loveandpeaceanddoughnuts]

I’m just a kid (and life is a nightmare)

dad!Nanami & kid!Yuji

commissioned this amazing piece from @yuutaguro for chapter two of my teen papamin au in which Nanami reluctantly adopts Yuji right after graduating from Jujutsu High and leaving the sorcerer world! [chapters 1-3 on ao3]

Everything had been going so well. Nanami would begin his office job on Monday, the same day that Yuji’s school year started. He had just taken Yuji to buy his uniform, and a shiny new backpack. It wasn’t until he was going back over the supply list and dress code that the trouble started.

“Yuji, you have to cut your hair! It’s not me, it’s the school’s stupid rule.”

Yuji stuck out his tongue and ran around the table, avoiding Nanami’s grasp. “Don’t wanna!” He shouted back.

“I know! But you have to anyway!” Nanami chased him back around the other side. “It’s not up for debate!”

“DON’T WANNA!”

Nanami stopped running and covered his face with his hands, taking deep breaths. The kid was driving him crazy. Hell, he agreed with him. He probably would’ve been just as pissed about cutting his hair at that age, but damn if it wasn’t frustrating on the other side. “Look, I’m sorry the dress code is annoying. I am! But you’re gonna get in trouble if we don’t tame that pink mop on your head!” God, I sound like my dad, Nanami thought glumly.

Yuji flung himself around the corner and peeked out. “But I don’t wanna , Nanaminnn!!”

“I know.” He gave a long sigh. “Can you tell me why?”

“I wanna look like you!”

“You- what?” Nanami was thrown for a loop. Yuji could barely see through his hair at this point, it looked nothing like… oh no. Nanami skidded into the bathroom and stared in the mirror. Yuji came hurtling behind him, just barely able to peek over the countertop on his tiptoes.

“See, Nanamin? We’re the same!”

The kid had a point. Nanami stared at his face, noticing for the first time that he had let his hair get quite long. It just didn’t seem like a priority, not after…well. He shook his head, tossing the long shock of blonde hair out of his eyes. Yuji peered up at him, looking annoyingly smug.

“See, you see?”

“Yeah, I see, Yuji.” Maybe it was time that he matured his look. At least a little. “I guess I have a mop up there too, huh?” He couldn’t help but chuckle at the way Yuji imitated his nod. “I have an idea for how we can fix this.”

Everyone in the barbershop couldn’t help but smile at the strange pair that walked in, the serious, blonde teenager and his hyper, pink-haired companion.

“Awww, is this your little brother?” The receptionist cooed.

“Uh, no, this is my…Yuji.” Nanami cringed at himself, but the kid holding his hand beamed.

“Yeah, I’m his Yuji!!”

The two boys politely requested the same haircut, and Nanami went first to reassure Yuji. “See? Doesn’t hurt at all, okay? Bet you’re gonna look cooler than me.”

Nanami watched himself in the mirror as the barber went to work. It wasn’t like he was attached to his look or anything, at least he told himself so. But change was weird. By the end of it, he could see more of his forehead than he had in years. He looked older, like a salaryman.

“What do you think, kid?” Yuji looked at him thoughtfully.

“You look like a grown-up, Nanamin!”

“Yeah, I guess I do.” He laughed. “Your turn, Yuji. Think you can be brave?”

“Yeahh! Brave like you!” Yuji slid into the seat and reached out a hand, which Nanami held tight.

By the end of it, Nanami’s hair was slicked into a deep side part, with a few stubborn strands escaping into his eyes. Yuji’s hair still spung up at all angles. It suited him, though. And more importantly, fit the school dress code.

Nanami took Yuji out to their favorite bakery on the way home as a reward. The boy eagerly gobbled down a pink-frosted doughnut with extra sprinkles while Nanami sipped coffee with a slice of lemon cake. “We did well today, huh kid?”

Yuji nodded proudly with a faceful of frosting. “Yeah, we did great! And we still look the same as each other!”

Nanami squinted at him, but couldn’t bring himself to burst the kid’s bubble. “We sure do. Maybe we could switch places, and you could go into work for me!”

Yuji doubled over with laughter. “No way Nanamin!”

“You sure? I could go to school for you, do all your homework…” he teased.

Yuji appeared to be considering the offer, then shook his head, still giggling. “Nuh-uh!”

“Ah, well.” Nanami pretended to sigh. “Worth a try.”

[lem0nl-me]

scream in my earholes about your future gravity falls designs i can feel the desperation radiating off of your blog

BETTTT

ok- so not a whole lot has changed, but i still wanna talk abt it. The twins are 13 almost 14 (the twins are back in Gravity Falls here btw)

Mable: She still has the sweater, but i'd like to imagine instead of changing it everyday she had different velcro patches she sticks to her overalls just to mix things up. Mable is the one who carries most of the supplies for adventures. Her two top pockets on the side are where the first aid kit and bandages are stored. Her right middle pocket is where the grappling hook is kept. Mable keeps snacks in the middle left pocket. The bottom right pocket is for attack glitter and then the bottom left is for little treasures and trinkets she finds while out and about (think shells, shiny rocks, lost jewellery, ect). She's basically become a walking backpack lmao. Mable finds it super hard to sit still long enough to get her hair cut at the barbershop and last time she cut it herself Mr and Mrs Pines got mad so she has just let it grow out. She's also got some nice light up shoes just incase she gets lost in the dark.

Dipper: His design hasn't changed much since we last saw him. He still has Wendy's hat ofc, but he got a new vest! It took a lot of convincing from his family though. The old one started to smell, was getting way to small for him, and Mable was sick and tired of patching it up. He reluctantly brought a new one, Mable added a inner pocket specifically for his new journal. He got himself a nice pair of hiking boots as his other shoes had holes in them and some fingerless gloves to help with sensory issues on the palm (yes this is projection). He still had his old shirt until Stan harped on him when he showed up on the first day of summer. He got one from the gift shop. He is the one who holds onto the "Unbillification Serum" (more on that one my future AU post which will be up soon :3) because he doesn't trust Mable with it. Dipper has broken the jars a couple of times but keeps it a secret cuz he doesn't want Mable to have an excuse to carry them.

thatssss it for nowwwswww

[miseria-fortes-viros]

everything’s an AU. watch this. work besties AU. two hottest people at the high school reunion AU. unhinged news anchors AU. you’re teaching me how to play the guitar AU. hallmark christmas AU. my best friend’s dating your best friend AU. my dog has escaped about 17 times and you’re the exasperated animal shelter employee who has to call me every time someone brings him in AU. i’m piercing your eyebrow AU. i’m piercing your lip AU. i’m piercing your tongue AU. why do you keep coming to me for this your other piercings haven’t even started healing yet AU. i work at the barbershop and you keep requesting me specifically AU. my friends and i suck at trivia but you’re the bartender and you’ve been sneaking us hints AU. we both know i know you’re famous but we’re pretending i don’t because you just want to feel normal and i might start freaking out AU. i desperately need a date to my ex’s wedding and you’re the only person i know that they don’t AU. i just got my wisdom teeth out and you’re the employee in the recovery room with me AU. you’re my best friend’s brother AU. you work at the apple orchard in peak fall season and you just witnessed my very loud and public breakup AU. my grandma keeps talking about her how nice and helpful her new neighbor in the apartment next door is and holy shit she’s not exaggerating AU. the possibilities are endless

[macabr3-barbi3]

God, That's Good

Chapter 7: Wait

Alastor tries to ease Lucifer's impatience, and Vaggie comes by for a favor.

Tags: more brooding, banter, A PROPER KISS

Before I rant about my writing wife some more, I do want to advise that once we get past this chapter, things will be getting quite a bit darker and more explicit. There's murder; there's blood; there's cannibalism; there's a little sex (not dark, but still warranting a warning I think LOL). If you know the musical/movie I'm sure you have a vague idea of what's coming. Be mindful of these things from chapter 8 onwards- I'll make sure to put specifics in the tags for each chapter but PLEASE don't read if you think these things might be triggering or upsetting to you.

Back to our regularly scheduled vibes- as always, huge thanks to @fraugwinska for helping me stick to a normal schedule and being one of my absolute best friends and most enthusiastic supporters 😍 ALSO thank you to everyone that has liked/reblogged/commented- this AU has me in a chokehold and I'm stoked that others are enjoying reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it

PSSSST: Wednesdays have even more to look forward to! If you love Alastor being a questionable hottie as much as I do, check out @hazelfoureyes with A Doe in Fall that is ALSO updating on Wednesday evenings! I promise I'm very normal about this story and Hazel's writing in general (she said, lying, being very not normal about either thing)

Chapter 1 🥧 Chapter 2 🥧 Chapter 3 🥧 Chapter 4 🥧 Chapter 5 🥧 Chapter 6  🥧Chapter 7

Despite her promise to visit soon, it’s a fortnight later and the Beadle still has not come by Lucifer’s barbershop.

He would be the first to admit that he broods on it. Between customers of his now booming business, he spends hours sat in his chair staring at himself in the mirror, trying to find the remnants of the man he used to be. He watches the tendons in his hands move as he shaves the gentlemen of New Orleans, thinking that they surely were not the same hands of Damien Diggory though they remained on his body all the same. Families came and went through his door, constantly reminding him of what he had lost, what the Beadle and Adam had to pay for, making his unease at her absence grow more every day.

He sat now in his empty shop with one of his razors in hand, staring down at the blue of his eyes reflected on the blade. He felt empty, numbness creeping from the pit of his stomach to his limbs and making his whole body feel like a hollowed out shell of a person- he looked the same, sounded the same, but the substance inside him was either missing or in the process of rotting where it sat. Charlie was still out of his reach, his revenge on hiatus until the Beadle saw fit to grace his shop with her presence. Everything was at a standstill, and the lack of activity beyond shaving was making him a madman, always pacing around the upstairs, approaching the entrance to his family’s old apartment and retreating like a coward.

A creak of the floor alerts him to the door opening, three soft knocks letting him know that it’s Alastor. He can hardly look the man in the eyes these days after he had embarrassed himself that night two weeks ago, when he had tripped into Alastor’s lap and pulled him into a kiss. It was embarrassment more than anything; thinking that he had reciprocated had been nothing but a figment of Lucifer’s drunk imagination, as Alastor hadn’t mentioned it since. Sometimes his eyes will fall on the younger man while Alastor is busy doing something else, and he uses those stolen moments to learn the curves of his face, imagining the blade skimming over his cheeks if he ever gave him the chance to give him a shave. 

Alastor comes behind the chair, leaning his elbows on the back above Lucifer’s shoulders. “I thought you had no customers today,” he says softly, watching Lucifer in the mirror. “What are you doing up here, hm? Plotting?” He smiles slyly, the corners of his mouth turning up and giving him a mischievous look. “Or pouting?”

“It’s been a fortnight,” he laments, snapping the razor closed and placing it on the stand beside him. “Why has she not come?” He stands from the chair and starts to pace- surely he looks like a madman, stalking between the apartment door and the sizable chest that held his spare towels and aprons, hands taking through his hair. 

Alastor sighs, his smile still in place. “Oh dear, a tantrum. How unbecoming. And just when I’ve started to think you were respectable.”

Lucifer scoffs. “Come now, Alastor- you don’t think it strange that she’s not arrived yet? You’d think such an ‘esteemed member of society’ could keep to a date.” Perhaps his air quotes and exaggerated accent were a tad childish, but it still makes Alastor laugh through his admonishment. “I’m… antsy, sitting around and waiting for her. They have to pay for what they did to Lilith, to me-”

“And they will.” Alastor leaves the chair to approach him, the proximity when he finally stops making Lucifer’s heartbeat pound in his throat. “Patience is key, my good man.”

“I’ve waited for so long already,” he groans. “Was fifteen years not enough? Must I wait another ten before I’ve avenged the wrongs against us?”

“So she’s a few days past when she said she would come,” Alastor says flippantly. “Do you not think that your over-eager manner won’t scare her off? Cause her to alert the Judge?”

Lucifer says nothing, not wanting to concede that he’s correct. He keeps his eyes on his feet, that hollow feeling returning to his chest and muffling the sound of Alastor’s voice as he continues talking. What would he do if she never came? Then surely Adam would never have reason to set foot in his parlor; he would never have his vengeance, Charlie would be lost to him, Lilith would be dead with nothing to show for his avenging her-

“Lucifer.” His head jerks up, and Alastor is watching him with narrowed eyes. “Did you hear anything I just said?”

He’s sure his face flushes. “Of course I did,” he lies, “you were… shit-”

The smile returns to his face. “I was saying,” he says softly, “that perhaps you can use the time to update your bearings. Get some flowers, hang some decor on the wall- that will likely sway the Beadle’s mind as far as recommending your establishment to the Judge, if the walls are not bare as though you’ve just moved in.”

“I have just moved in,” Lucifer points out petulantly. “I’ve only just started taking customers this last fortnight, I’ve not had time for bearings as you well know.”

Alastor claps his hands together, the sound making Lucifer jump. “I’ll send Husker for a floral arrangement for you- I think it will really cheer the place up.” He glances at Lucifer, a slow drag of his eyes up and down the barber’s body that almost makes him feel shy with the heat it contains. “I was also thinking that the unknown waiting period we find ourselves in is not a wholly bad thing. Perhaps I’m old fashioned, but I find that half of the fun in a plot is making the plan itself! Especially when one has a partner.”

And to Lucifer’s surprise he steps closer, bridging the already short gap between their bodies and taking Lucifer’s hands in his own. “I, for one, have also been enjoying this time simply getting to know you.”

He thinks his brain stops working, the way his mouth stammers to get out a response to that. “Oh! Well, I- I mean, I’ve also been, you know. Enjoying you.” Alastor’s head tilts in amusement, and Lucifer realizes what he’s said. “Enjoying your company, I mean! Fuck, I’m sorry-”

“There’s no need to apologize,” Alastor murmurs, and he releases one of Lucifer’s hands to slide around his back, pulling him fully into his chest. “We did say that we would revisit the intimate portion of that night when you were no longer intoxicated. Tell me, Lucifer, are you under any influence at this time?”

He doesn’t trust himself to speak, so he shakes his head. It shakes some logic loose- that kiss had been a mistake, the door wasn’t locked if a customer approached, he was less than ten feet from the apartment he had shared with his dead wife- but doesn’t stop him from allowing Alastor to lean in and press their lips together.

It’s so much better now that he’s not drunk. The kiss is soft and gentle for a bit, simply their lips touching as they learn the ways they fit against one another. It’s not until Alastor fists a hand in his shirt to keep him close that Lucifer even considers trying to deepen it. His hands tremble from nerves instead of liquor when he reaches up to hold the back of Alastor’s head, fingers threading through his hair while a broken noise tears itself from the back of his throat. Alastor responds in kind, making a soft sound that’s lost in Lucifer’s mouth as he parts his lips, his tongue shyly seeking entrance that Lucifer is all too eager to give him.

Lightning sparks behind his eyes, heat flooding his veins to pool low in his stomach, and he knows he needs to end the kiss before he does something that both of them may regret- though he hates to break the intimacy of the moment, ravishing Alastor in his parlor was not on his agenda for the day. He would need time to plan, to properly court the baker perhaps before inviting him to his bed- not to mention the extra time he would need to whisper pleading prayers to Lilith to forgive him.

Lucifer pulls back, his resolve nearly broken when he sees the way that Alastor’s lashes flutter, a noise of confusion escaping him. “We-” He clears his throat, embarrassed at the low rasp of it. “We should stop for now. Which is not to say that I don’t want to kiss you more! I do, very much,” he rambles, and Alastor merely blinks slowly and watches his mouth move as he had that first night. “Just, we should take this a bit more slowly. I don’t want to take advantage of your kindness-”

“Rest assured, Lucifer,” he purrs, “you are not.” And that makes him lose his train of thought for a moment, with how husky and low the words come from Alastor’s mouth.

“Haah, well, still. I would like to take this a bit slower and do it right. If you would allow me to, you know, properly court you, I would very much like to do so.” He sounds stupid, he realizes, like a child with a crush asking them to check ‘yes’ or ‘no’ on a piece of paper; he just hopes Alastor isn’t put off by the formal request. Perhaps he would prefer something unspoken, more blinding, unplanned kisses that steal both of their breath and leave them panting and wanting more.

But thank God, Alastor simply smiles at him and takes his hand again. “I would like that as well,” he says, and Lucifer thinks he could just collapse from the relief he feels. “We shall go at whatever pace best suits us- though I hope you’ll forgive me if I seem a bit impatient at times.” He watches Lucifer’s neck as he says this, and the barber knows he follows the movement of his throat as he swallows. “But by that logic, if I can wait for what I want, surely you can as well.”

Lucifer opens his mouth to respond- to admonish him, or perhaps pull him in for another kiss- when he hears the creaking of the stairs. He has just enough time to step back from Alastor before the door swings open, and he manages to hide his disappointment that it is not the Beadle, like he hoped, but Vaggie.

“Mister Morningstar!” She crosses the room to greet him with an enthusiastic handshake. “It’s been ages, I haven’t had much time to make it to this side of New Orleans but I’m happy to see you’re in business. And hello to you as well, sir,” she offers to Alastor, who gives her a small smile and turns to tidy something on the shelf behind him. “Mister Morningstar, I admit I have a favor to ask of you- there’s a woman, you see-”

Alastor scoffs behind them, and Vaggie’s eyes narrow into slits before she continues. “She is kind and beautiful, and stubborn beyond belief; she’s opened my eyes to so many new ideas and theories, and- her guardian poses a problem to any intentions I may have towards her, but late last night as we talked and the Judge called her away, Charlie slipped this into my hands.” She holds up a key, dark and dangling off a red ribbon. “It must be a sign, don’t you think?”

“Charlie?” He could hardly dare hope that it was her- that the Judge Vaggie spoke of was Adam, that such an opportunity to have her back was simply being dropped into his lap like this. “Charlie. And, the Judge, you say?”

“Charlie- Charlotte, I suppose, that is her name. And the Judge Cain and his lackey, the Beadle Sera Dempsey. They patrol the alley behind Cain’s home at random hours but despite this we’ve found days that we talk for hours before they can interrupt us. She is perfection, Mister Morningstar, and even if she doesn’t return my feelings I want to see her free from these jailers she’s in the care of. If I can convince her to leave with me tonight- perhaps later in the week, depending on when that horrid Judge is home- could I bring her here for shelter for an evening? Just until I can find a coach for hire to take her North with me, or wherever she wishes to go.”

She finally stops talking, taking a deep breath while she waits for Lucifer to answer her. He finds his words stuck in his throat- yes, bring her, please, bring her to me- and is dismayed to find a lump in his esophagus, halting his words behind the threat of tears. He clears his throat, blinking his eyes a couple times to rid himself of emotion. “You may bring her here,” he says, his heartbeat rapid in his veins, and Vaggie’s face lights up with joy. 

“You’re a blessing, sir, thank you! I hope to see you again tonight, but in any case, I’ll come with Charlie soon!” She shakes his hand again, the force of it making him stumble, before she releases him and is back out the door as quick as a flash.

He turns almost absently to Alastor, who gives him a smile. “Who could have guessed?” He says cheerfully. “You’ll have her back before the week is out- possibly even before the day is done!”

“Charlie will be coming here,” he says distantly, and then it hits him like a train. “Charlie is coming! Oh God, what will she think of me? I need to- shave, maybe, or- should I grow it out? My beard was grown out when she was young, maybe that’s why she no longer recognizes me-”

“Lucifer.” 

Alastor approached him slowly, like one might a feral animal- and that’s what he had felt like lately, some untamed beast stalking around his shop, so perhaps Alastor was right to take a cautious approach. “Perhaps we focus first on getting her here before you spiral about letting her know who you are, hm?”

“You’re right,” he says, and thank God for Alastor to help him keep a level head. “Of course, making sure she gets here safely is the most important part. But- we should clean the place up a bit! How soon do you think Husk can bring those flowers you mentioned? And I can dust the apartment, make sure that everything is tidy-”

He’s interrupted by the creaking of the stairs again, the bell at the bottom ringing loudly to signify someone coming. He expects Vaggie again, or even perhaps the Beadle at last. But to his confusion, it’s neither- Sir Edward Pentious stands in the doorway, his small assistant at his side and carrying a bag that was far too heavy for her slight frame and causing her to tilt to one side. 

“Sir Pentious,” he greets cordially, “and… young lady.”

“I’m Niffty, sir,” she giggles, reaching a hand out to vigorously shake Lucifer’s. “Nice to meet you when you aren’t beating my boss in a shaving contest- and his shop is way nicer than yours too,” she directs to her employer, and he flushes a dark shade of red. “Are you sure you want to be a barber?”

“Niffty,” he hisses, and gently shoves her behind him. “I was hoping to speak with Mister Morningstar alone,” he directs to Alastor, who shrugs with a soft hum and leaves Lucifer’s side.

He meets Niffty at the door. “Well, aren’t you just a little wisp of a thing!” He says when he sees the bag she carries. He takes it from her hands and gestures her down the stairs. “Come along, I’ll see if I have anything adequate for you to eat…”

His voice and Niffty’s enthusiastic reply fade as they descend, leaving only Lucifer and the growing grin of Sir Pentious.

Again, a secret little 'so sorry, gotta do it' for the next chapter. Pour one out for Pentious y'all

Chapter 1 🥧 Chapter 2 🥧 Chapter 3 🥧 Chapter 4 🥧 Chapter 5 🥧 Chapter 6  🥧Chapter 7

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A Little Misunderstanding Over A Whole Lot of Kissing-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: One night, after a heated conversation between best friends, things get heated in an entirely different way. Abernathy's Cornucopia-Grace_d (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen is a busy woman. Running your own boutique wildflower supply business is no easy task. She doesn't have time for messing around, or men, or messing around with men, especially ones who are messing with her business. When Peeta Mellark takes over Haymitch Abernathy's flower shop, he's a little out of his depth. It turns out there's a lot more to this floristry gig than he first expected. Hopefully a silver eyed supplier can give him some pointers. All For the Cause?-JHsgf82 (ao3) Summary: Katniss, Peeta, Finnick, and the gang are roped into a charity event by Madge to help homeless and neglected pets. Little do they know the kinds of things they’ll have to do, the confessions that will come out, and how their lives will be changed… Happy Birthday Peeta (Perfect)-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: Jrosely requested a surprise party for Peeta. Katniss and Peeta have been best friends since they were little, and on Peeta's birthday things change between the two. Head Over Feet-Falafel_Waffel (ao3)  Summary: They had been friends for as long as they could remember. They were inseparable as children and as young adults friends with benefits seemed like the next logical step. Sex with no emotions. Just two friends getting their carnal urges out with someone they trust while not in a relationship. Sounds great, right? You know what they say about fuck buddies. Someone always develops feelings, and nothing is ever the same. Unfortunately for Peeta, he went into this agreement already in love. Imagine It Was Us-flyingthroughflames (ff.net)  Summary: Modern AU. Katniss didn't really care to meet new people or make new friends during her internship. She just wanted to learn and make money. The unexpected arrival of Peeta Mellark into her life throws a wrench into her plans. Katniss Lends a Helping Hand-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: Peeta is in desperate need of a haircut. With his barbershop closed due to quarantine, he decides to take matters into his own hands- not to mention his roommate Katniss's hands, who happens to have a major crush on him. Hair gets cut. Sexy things happen. Listener Line-GobletGirl (ao3) Summary: Katniss's sudden realization that she's in love with her best friend makes her do something that will force her to tell him. What will happen when she finally tells him? Will he return her feelings or will she lose her best friend? That Time We Took Over the World-Gamemakers (ao3) Summary: Being a session guitarist pays well, but Katniss Everdeen’s always wanted a taste of the spotlight. Enter Peeta Mellark, whose boyband fame faded twenty years ago, and a not-quite-dying wish from an old friend, and she’s in for way more than she bargained for. Why Do I?-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Peeta’s in love with his roommate Katniss. She thinks he has a really good set of buns. All puns intended.

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thinking about 141 barbershop quartet au and laughing 😭.

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Welcome to Hagi's Barbershop AU everyone! We're starting off strong with some more Koumei Cat! Thanks for the help with coming up with ideas @kebuyo @kuschelkissen and a special thanks to @bastionbibi for encouraging me to draw more Koumei cat 🥰✨

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Four of them…

Metal au by: @evillillad >:)

The barbershop quartet is complete… commence harmonization…

Now that I’ve got them all drawn out I can finally start doodling ‘em interacting with canon characters n moots ocs 😈😈😈😈 exciting times ahead

Oc lore…. Is a secret…. That im too lazy to write down here!,,,

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I found a bunch of deleted scenes and concept art!, so AU where Branch is adopted by either Little Miss Polka, the Mariachi Sisters, or the Barbershop Boys

Sadly we don't really have a lot of info on their personalities other than presumably being a bit bitter their music is dying out, so I think any of them would be happy to have Branch learning from them.

Would Polka Branch just be Weird Al?

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Prideshipping Royal AU world-building notes

~30k of it has been posted on A03 as of now, though it is on a bit of a hiatus (I am working on it!! Stay tuned)

p.s, magic exists. It’s a medieval fantasy story

- Khemet ( as the name suggests) is my speculative fantasy take on what Medieval Egypt would be like if it remained untouched, without the cultural dilution that occurred in real history through conquest by the Hyksos, Arabs, Greeks etc. That isn’t to say there is no Arab or Greek influence in this AU, the idea is that Khemet/Egypt has simply retained MUCH much more unique cultural identity, as if the 18th dynasty somehow persisted into the medieval age. Khemet has Arabian inspired architecture and whatnot in the same way Modern Japan has French maid cafes. Obviously it’s where Atem is from in this AU lol

- Almania is where Kaiba is from in this AU. loosely European inspired country. It’s a VERY cold Taiga biome kingdom. Geographically, it’s located around where Ukrain, Belarus and Poland is. The name is literally just the Spanish / Portuguese word for Germany just took one letter out. honestly, I can’t say it is based on a specific country/culture. It hasn’t been important for the plot. Where it is on the map contridicts it’s name, and I am using the original Japanese names for everyone. It’s a bit of a mess. Almania is Almania, that’s all you need to know.

-Atlantis is a functioning, thriving kingdom that is a important future plot point, ruled by none other than King Dartz (he will be important later) Atlantis is not stationary( it’s a moving island that meanders around the eastern Mediterranean. Like howls moving castle, but an island. That’s also a kingdom. Magic!! Woo!!

-Majority of well-known European pop culture fantasy Megafauna exist in this world like dragons, unicorns, hippogryphs/Gryphons etc etc. other mythical creature say, from ancient Egyptian or other folklore also exist, just haven’t mentioned them (yet)

Will be updating in 2023