#husbands au

[nonbinary-potatoes]

Prompt: ghost 07/10/2024 @wolfstarmicrofic

Word count: 237

Halloween was stupid, Remus thought. All year, he spent time and energy teaching his son; don't take candy from strangers, don't knock on strangers doors, stranger danger for Christ's sake.

And then Sirius, his child's stepfather and immature role model for all things badly behaved, would come along and unpick those carefully sewn threads of logic. Come on Ted let's go knock on strangers doors to ask them for sweets that they will hand to us willingly with God knows what sorts of poisons or needles or whatever else some of these evil people would add.

But this. This was the last straw.

"Daddy daddy look" Teddy squealed joyously, jumping up and down, causing the sheet draped over him to billow. The sheet had been trimmed and tailored to fall to his ankles perfectly, and there were two little eye holes where Remus could see Teddy's blue eyes gleaming. The sheet in question was a pure Egyptian cotton sheet that was handcrafted and weaved, a housewarming gift from Lily years and years ago. A very nice sheet.

"Yeah, Daddy, look," Sirius said, dubbing the same outfit as Teddy. "Something wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost, " He teased, picking Teddy up and balancing him on his hip.

"He has," Teddy squealed delightedly, clearly much happier with the costume choice than Remus was. His poor, poor Egyptian cotton sheets were massacred and murdered. On Halloween, no less.

[frogwithgun]

You guysssss! I'm back!!! Again lol. This time thank the shower for this one (shower thoughts finally pulled through)

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Ah movie dates. Sitting on the couch together. Watching a rom-com, chick flick, horror, or action movie with your partner. Blankets covering your laps and leaning against each other. Occasionally stealing glances at each other. Maybe even stealing a kiss or two. While you share snacks. It's probably one of the best things.

And it makes it better when one of them cannot stop roasting the actors. That was Geto. No matter how good an actor is, he will find a way to roast them. Whether it be looks, skills, personality, or just existence he will roast them. No one is safe from Geto and his silver tongue.

"Ok yeah she can act but she's shaped like a pretzal." For the past twenty minutes Gojo has been trying to catch his breath. But every time he does Geto just starts again. "And if you're gonna be built like a pretzal than you should at least try to hide it. Not dress like one too."

Gojo clutches his stomach as he hunches over. Howling with laughter. While Geto is completely unbothered as he tosses some popcorn into his mouth. "Don't even get me started on her singing. I mean what the hell was that?" Gojo tries to signal that he can't take anymore. "Suguru wheeze I can't wheeze breathe!" Geto pats his back and nods.

"Even I could do better than that. In my sleep too." Geto shrugs. It is only then he notices his husband hunched over trying to breathe again. He laughs and Gojo finally calms down. "As much as I love you, stop talking." Usually it's Geto saying that. "Well she can't sound like a pigeon making out with a seagull and expect me to say anything good."

Movie dates are the best dates.

[countthelions]

@the-goopy-organist​ early Husband’s AU, the two see something magical :D

Gaster followed his husband through the dark, the fire’s glow his only guide. Their fingers were tightly intertwined - a constant connection they held ever since the last tunnel expansion collapsed and trapped monsters on the wrong side of Home’s light. Grillby wasn’t going anywhere without Gaster; Gaster wasn’t going anywhere without Grillby. 

But before that fear injected itself back into their souls, Grillby had found something, something he knew Gaster would like, so here they were. Heading their way through the dark, where only firelight defined the cave’s edges. Outside the glow, Gaster could just make out piled stones, tumbled down from walls carved by something far more ancient than monsters. Little roots crept by every now and again, dipping into holes that could twist an ankle if he wasn’t careful. 

“How far now?” Gaster asked, just to hear Grillby laugh his soft, crackling laugh. It lit up their path a little brighter with the noise.

“Not any further than the last time you asked, dear.” 

“Ah, but I have to ask again, just to see if I can sneak the answer out, don’t I?” He got another laugh for that, his hand squeezed fondly. But nothing more was said, the secret preserved. Gaster couldn’t help but grin. He’s really excited about this! 

It had been a while since he’d seen Grillby’s glow this warm. The stone that surrounded Home’s crawling growth seemed to dull the flame - a difference in the air, they guessed when a Check of his soul said everything was just fine there. Or a lack of sunlight and heat for Grillby to pull from. Now, it was a cozy orange with streaks of yellow that skipped giddily through the flames. Whenever the yellow grew too boisterous, they pulled off his core and bounced off the low ceiling. It was beautiful. 

“Duck here,” Grillby murmured, voice suddenly hushed. He did as he was told, following the narrowing tunnel down and down until it felt hardly big enough to fit either of their bodies. Then, before it could get any smaller, the world suddenly yawned wide. Dainty blue flowers spread as a field before them, some sort of glow of their own pulsing as heartbeats as they swayed in some invisible breeze, or from the currents of the pools they bloomed in. 

Gaster stared in wonderment, “Grillby this is beautiful.”

Beautiful beautiful

Beautiful

Beautiful

The flowers picked up his words like a delighted giggle from a child running away with a stolen piece of bread from the table to share with their friends, their success echoing off into the distance. He gasped in surprise. Grillby laughed, nodding in agreement.

“I found one growing outside the tunnel, and its roots led me here. They repeat you, dunno why, but,” his flames curled bright, pulling Gaster further into the cave. He followed eagerly, fingers of his free hand out to gently brush a path clear. “I thought you would enjoy them.”

Enjoy them

Enjoy 

Them

Enjoy enjoy

Gaster nodded, eye lights sparkling as he examined one flower up close. Nothing on their surfaces suggested they should be able to repeat things so easily, so readily, but his studies weren’t in plant matter so there was little for him to understand about the plants beyond the basics. He’d have to ask around. He felt a tug on his hand, and turned to see Grillby looking even more pleased with himself. Before he could ask, Grillby put a finger up, stay quiet, and pointed to the flower he had cupped next to him. Then, he signed, just listen. Don’t speak.

Gaster leaned in to the flower, curious. 

“You can even whisper into them, to get little personal messages like this one, saying I love you more than any cavern could contain.” 

Oh, Gaster looked up, grin growing ever wider. His hands flicked quickly, “That’s amazing!! I have a message for you too then.”

He knew exactly what to say back. He whispered quickly into the flower next to it, hoping to preserve the first message. Grillby leaned over him, brushing their shoulders together in an attempt to sneak a listen in early. He popped a silent, fire-noise only laugh when he was shoved away. 

“Okay, now you can listen you goof.” Gaster pulled him over to it, trying to not spoil the surprise early. Gentle fingers brushed the petals, the message coming through. 

“What do you get when you cross a husband and a field of flowers? Love that blooms every day.” 

A delightfully awful joke, it spawned exactly the reaction he hoped for. Unable to contain himself, Grillby’s sparking, spluttery laugh chased its way through the field, echoing off into the distance. He rested his face against Gaster’s skull, kissing the spot a few times.

“Only you my dear,” he giggled. “I’m sorry I think I erased our messages.”

“We’ll have to just make more.” Gaster wasn’t deterred, his excitement mirrored by his husband’s, the two racing in opposite directions to fill the flowers with unique messages. They had an entire field to cover after all!

[camilleflyingrotten]

ABANDONED CREATURE(s)

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TODAY

[re-bon-bon-san]

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH YOU ARE DOING GODS WORK. YOUR ART IS SO INSPIRING. I WANNA DRAW LIKE YOU.

husbands au:)

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inspired by @/bestosunglass !

[chez-cinnamon]

Ideas ideas ideas....

Thinking of adventures that could take place in my AU, a fancy ball adventure sounds perfect!!!!!!

There would be more but I had a busy and stressful day lol

[feyooons]

[plant shop owner x local artist au!!] a new plant shop opened up across the street and the artist finds himself a new muse :]

i lowkey wanna make a comic abt them soon :>

Edit: i started it!! check out pt.1 heree

[heohl-art]

You have no idea how ✨glad✨ I am that so many of you are loving my Ineffable Cats, so here's a little treat🤭😺✨

• "Jim", page 1 (of 3/4) •

So, I decided to re-draw ✨that hilarious scene✨ from season 2~

There will be probably three pages (or maybe four), hope you like it~

[ato-dato]

One mans barber can be another mans nemesis.

[mrghostrat]

and they were streamers 👀

i've been wanting to rotoscope another gif since that kiss, and @blairamok's ice skating wip looks SO AMAZING i was inspired to have another go

(much to love the gif makers!! crowley + aziraphale)

[bestosunglass]

More of themm

[goreroll]

My vision of lil Fiddleford!!

I have a headcanon that he started wearing glasses only after he turned 14, as his eyesight (which is not very good as it is) deteriorated greatly due to the fact that he constantly read at night or invented something!!!

Stan is jealous (whom?... who knows....)

[diavalkitty]

✨Some Starmaker's hc✨

[edbydraws]

It was my dream

To draw Aziracrow like Fujimoto and Granmamare ✨

[camilleflyingrotten]

More faeries Good Omens AU ✨

[crispykodraws]

Genshin Trash: House of the Hearth Edition