#missed connections au

[mariatesstruther]

okay hear me out modern au where Tommy and Maria first meet in a club in their 20s and they bump into each other while dancing and just start dancing together and they just hit it off but in the end they both forget to give each other their numbers so both of them go back to the same club the next week to hopefully meet each other again (also Tess and Maria definitely go clubbing together because I love them as best friends)

cowboy!!!! yes yes YES i LOVE this. and u could extend this meet-cute into like a whole thing where tommy and maria keep trying to meet at the club and exchange information, but something gets in the way everytime!!!! kid emergency!!! bar fight!!! cocaine bear on the loose!!! zombie apocalypse—who knows????

im thinking the first time, tess drags maria to a bar she likes because she’s been trying to get the attention of this hot dilfy guy at the bar, but he’s always tailing along with his friend. by tess’s design, maria and tommy meet and and hit it off and dance (to maria maria by santana) the night away. they fall in love and decide they want to go home together, so maria goes to the bathroom—but joel randomly comes up and is like “tommy, hey sorry selena’s mom called, sarah had a nightmare and she wants us both to pick her up, we gotta go” and in true miller dad-uncle panic they BOLT. by the time maria comes back, tess is like “idk dude, mine got a call so they had to go. seemed like an emergency. bummer” and they assume thats that

on the flip side: everythings okay with sarah, but after tommy and joel tuck her in tommy’s suddenly just like “fuck—fuck!!!!!” and joels like “what? what???” and he’s like “i didn’t get her number :(:(:(:( fuck” and so joel’s like “it’s okay, i see her friend there all the time” and so tommy’s like “omg :D do you have her friends number?” “well… no” “joel… what the fuck man.” so they make a plan to go back next week with the hopes of at least seeing tess and getting maria’s number from there—tommy also wants to get tess’s number for joel, but he doesn’t need to know that

little do THEY know, tess and maria are already plotting for next weekend. they show up to that bar looking fine as FUCK—they quite literally turn heads walking through the door. of course the miller brothers are there, sitting in a booth all the way in the back and waiting, making eyes. tess and maria are not shy, so they start making their way over. unfortunately, some drunk asshole decides to try to get handsy with tess on her way there—which results in her punching him in the face, which results in him trying to punch her in the face. she dodges, of course, but it starts a full-on bar brawl that the miller boys jump into without hesitation (joel manages to tackle and land a few good ones on og drunk asshole too so. slay.). none of them get arrested or anything, but they definitely don’t get eachother numbers on account of joel and tommy having to duck the cops

so i guess they gotta keep trying ;)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

MDZS Severance AU: Get me out of here.

[asgardian-arse]

Okay guys… guys hear me out. Arcane Coraline AU.

[ahollowgrave]

Day 31: Heroic

To do what must be done.

[beepborpdoodledorp]

imagining funnygummy. imagining being alone in a strange new world, a literal purgatory, trapped in a body that isn't yours with a name that isn't yours in a place that isn't home for eternity. imagining against all odds finding someone who by sheer chance had their whole world broken, that you can relate to. imagining you could be someone real with them. imagining how they're then unceremoniously taken from you with nothing more than a snap of fingers and a flash of light. imagining pining for them, night after night, wondering what else you could've done. imagining that they could still be here with you, being somebody real. imagining meeting them again. imagining them not remembering a thing about you. imagining the person you love is destined to forget your whole existence, everything you went through together, time and again. you can try to form a bond with them again but it'll never last. the reset button will hit again. he doesn't remember you. he never will. you'll spend an eternity loving him and he'll never remember loving you.

it can never work between you two.

[triglycercule]

i love seeing the love that au creators have for the og undertale,,,,,, like you can see it in the way that SAS balances the pacing and characterization of og undertale with horrortale's themes and story direction!!!! you can see it in the several tweets calvateyla has just rambling about sans and undertale its so amazing and heartwarming to me 😭😭😭 like that's how i know that these aus were made with love and care for the creativity of the og game and added onto it with their own creativity ITS SO SWEET!!!! ITS SO SWEET!!!!!!

[rozecrest]

no for real where did gucci get that leash

[synthshenanigans]

Drew an outfit thing from Twitter. Might become a full art eventually but we'll see. Anyways here's THDPH Chonny :}

[Outfit below]

[ambriel-angstwitch]

Kit Lyrical Breakdown

So Boreas is a song on my Kit playlist and while it’s also there because it’s the kind of music Kit likes let me breakdown how she relates to the song

With my back on the floor. Cold linoleum icing my growing pains

Two ways I associate these lines with Kit

1. Closer to the original intention of the lyric. She’s trained hard all day. She’s worked herself to the bone. The cold floor is a relief to her aching muscles not only from the work she’s done but because she’s growing. She’s still a child.

2. The cold incident. She’s convincing herself that it has a purpose. That this suffering she’s going through is only to make her better, to make her grow. The cold is her growing pain.

Watch the ceiling fan turn its shape again

A ceiling fan is a constant cycle. Kit’s life continues in these constant cycles. She has the same training. She has the same pattern of getting hurt by Gunntech and justifying it.

My threads are coming loose

But these lies she’s weaved for herself can only stand so much wear. During the run of the show her faith in the company is waning.

Yeah, I'm one spoon away. From setting the ends of my hair on fire. If I'm kindling for a little while. At least I'd feel of use

Kit’s destructive desire to be of use to people. She wants approval and has kept herself in harmful scenarios to receive it.

Maybe then my breath could embody. A wildfire starting I'd sweep up the forest floor

Kits desire to be something greater than what she is. She wants to prove herself. To be something greater than just kindling.

And my body'd breathe life into the corners Be a darker soil

Kit desires to help people. She wants to bring life, bring joy to others. To fuel others like dark soil fuels plants

Making lists, folding laundry Keeping tidy with my radio show I'd be lying if I told you I'm keeping tidy anymore

Once again reflects her tendency to be useful. She takes up little tasks whenever possible. Little ways to earn affection

Yeah, I swing from believing That maybe my working will all pay off.

Kit believes that in the end that everything she does, everything she goes through will be worth it in the end. She’ll have earned affection. She’ll be useful. The world will be safer and better because of what she went through.

To considering drinking with Molotov. I'm halfway out the door

Reflects destroying everything and leaving it all behind. Which unlike this lyric isn’t something Kit considers often

Promise me That you'll start where I end And I promise to give you Everything that I am

Promise to cover up her faults. Promise to take her in and be with her despite her faults. And Kit will show you undying loyalty. She will give almost anything for Gunntech, she’ll give everything for her friends.

(On and on and on) We'll go on and on and on

Once again the consistent schedule. Her consistent ties to Gunntech.

In the end All I hope for. Is to be a bit of warmth for you. When there's not a lot of warmth left To go around

In the end if she could be anything she’d want to be a bright spot. She wants to make people happy, make people feel safe. She’d like to be warmth

[is-the-isat-pic-cute]

Got distracted and did not finish the fanfic tonight. Meet Basile (he/him, creative craft) and Cerise (she/her, piercing craft).

(Any resemblances to canon characters are not at all coincidental.)

[thevelaryons]

NEW RELIGION, or AU WHERE ADDAM SURVIVES TUMBLETON AND CHOOSES A DIFFERENT PATH FOR HIMSELF GOING FORWARD

Fight Club, Chuck Palahniuk // Captive Prince, C.S. Pacat // Cat’s Eye, Margaret Atwood // Fire & Blood, George R.R. Martin // The Five People You Meet in Heaven, Mitch Albom // Interpretation of Dreams, Sigmund Freud // Angel on Fire - Halsey // Sun Bleached Flies - Ethel Cain // Adonis: Selected Poems, Adonis (tr. Khaled Mattawa) // The Sun Is Also a Star, Nicola Yoon // Three - Sleeping At Last // How’d Your Parents Die Again?, Fatimah Asghar // @tagdevilish // The Five People You Meet in Heaven, Mitch Albom // Gusty Island by Listening Point Foundation // Prayer, Jorie Graham // The Diary of Anaïs Nin: Vol. 5 (1947-1955), Anaïs Nin // Loss, H.D. // The Evening Star, Louise Glück // Crush, Richard Siken // H of H Playbook, Anne Carson // unknown // Fifteen - Taylor Swift // Persona 5 (screenshot from holyaches) // The Art of Drowning, Billy Collins // unknown // TOUCH (2019) by Alina Pronskaya // Crush, Richard Siken // In A Week – Hozier // Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out, Richard Siken // Solve for Desire: Poems, Caitlin Bailey // @ghuolboy // Truce - Twenty One Pilots

[doostyaudi]

Rave-N Mag Agent Torture (Rnorture) (he/they) (music is undecided :p)

Not my proudest design but it's... Something..

Rnorture is a bit of a cranky fella, he gets angry quickly and is 90% of the time in a pissy mood. Hes a bit mean but that's okay we still love him 🫶💖

Oh yea, have some doodles! And a random rendered bust... I don't know why i did it but yea, there u go lol

Honestly id draw the other mag agents, if anyone cares to ask me too lol. i don't really have any ideas for them atm, but ill come up with something eventually :p

[you-me-we-04]

Aus politics update due to a joke about the trump assassination attempted made at a Tenacious D show, Senator Ralph Babet is trying to get them deported

[sleepingzs]

cat boysgirl but wizardess heart <3

[tenspontaneite]

Can you tell us anything about your LttM?

What does she think about Pebbles, Sig, SRS and the others?

Does she blame Pebbles for what happened?

Whats her personality and did it change after the collapse?

Also do you ship SliverMoon?

She's sad, tired, resigned and frustrated. She can see daylight through her cracked open chamber, but no matter how hard she tries can't get the right angle to see the sky. That frustrates her more than anything else does, most days. It seems almost cruel that she could fall so far as to literally have her innermost chamber laid bare to the open air and yet still not be free enough to look at the sky.

At a later point in her life, in memory of that helpless yearning and its eventual fulfillment, she takes the alt name 'Glimpse of Sky' when she needs an anonymous online identity. It seems a fitting choice to her.

[abbatoirablaze]

Missed Connections, Natasha Romanov

Word Count: 797

“Just go talk to her.”

“Yelena…”

Nat felt the blush creeping up her cheeks as her best friend and sister Yelena gently punched her in the arm, “come on, I see the way you’ve been looking at her the whole meal.  You’re looking at her like she is your dessert.  And honestly, I can’t say I blame you.”

“That’s enough.”

“If you don’t talk to her, I will…”

Nat’s blush faded from her cheeks, and she looked at her younger sibling.  There was an unspoken argument as the two sisters tried to force each other into doing what the other wanted. After a moment, Yelena got a smirk on her face and scooted her chair out. 

Nat’s eyes went wide, and she reached for her arm, “wait…”

“So, you’re going to talk to her?” she asked, quirking her brow, “you’re going to have dessert this time instead of me?”

Nat nodded, upset with herself that her younger sister had managed to get her to do what she’d wanted, “Yeah…I’ll talk to her.”

“Good!” Yelena smiled victoriously, “I’ll wait right here for you.”

Nat nodded and tucked some of her blond hair behind her ear. 

Taking a few deep breaths, she tried to tell herself that the attractive woman sitting alone and reading Tolstoy wasn’t intimidating, but the more steps she’d begun to take towards her table, she felt something that she hadn’t felt since she was a child.

Nerves.

Her anxiety kicked into high gear, and her heart thudded so heavily in her chest she thought that she was going to have a heart attack in the middle of the diner in the heartland of America.  At the last second, she turned away from the table, forcing herself to go into the bathroom.

“You can do this...you can do this…” she groaned as she forced herself in front of the mirror and placed both of her hands on either side of the sink, “you can do this.  Just go out there and talk to her.”

“Huh?”

Nat’s eyes widened.  She tore herself from her thoughts and realized that the girl from the table had been behind her, “are you okay, beautiful?”

Her throat went dry.  Her lips parted, but nothing came out.  Nothing except a soft whimper.  The woman, who had spent her entire adult life, and most of her childhood as a spy felt like a lost teenager as she stared helplessly at the woman she was attracted to. 

“Are you okay?” she repeated softly as she stepped forward and her hand brushed across Nat’s cheek and forehead, “you feel a little warm and you look a little pale…”

“Oh, uh yeah…” she lied, nearly shaking as the woman’s hand fell down to her shoulder and grazed along the length of her arm, before settling on her hip.  Nat swallowed nervously as her eyes met that of the mysterious woman, “you uh-“

“Your friend tried hitting on me after you passed my table,” she informed her, as she cut Nat off.  Nat frowned, upset that Yelena had actually gone after the woman when she wussed out, “I told her I wasn’t interested.”

Nat’s eyes snapped up to the mysterious woman’s, “you what?”

“I’ve been reading Tolstoy for nearly an hour…hoping you’d come and say something…especially with how you’d been eyeing me down the whole time.”

The blush that was on Nat’s cheeks fanned down her throat and across her chest as she began to feel warm, “you-you were?”

She nodded, leaning in.  Nat felt her eyes instinctively close as she too, leaned towards the other body.  And just as she felt her lips grazing that of the other woman’s, something inside of her snapped. 

“NATASHA!”

Her eyes snapped open as Yelena snapped in front of her. 

A new blush rose to her cheeks as she looked at her younger sibling.  Yelena looked amused, and Nat realized that she was leaning halfway across the table.

“Were you trying to kiss me?” her younger sister laughed. 

Nat sat back and shook her head, “what?  No!”

“You were day dreaming about the gorgeous woman that left a few minutes ago, weren’t you?”

Nat instinctively looked towards the booth where the woman had been sitting.  She frowned to see it empty, but her lips parted when she noticed that she’d forgotten her book.  Getting up, she rushed the booth before the waitress could get there and she picked it up. 

The spine was clearly bent in a way that made her think that she’d read the book nearly too many times.  And as she opened the front cover she smiled. 

You’re cute.  Call me.

Nat bit her lip and smiled as she looked at the number, the ink barely dry as her hands grazed over it, slightly skewing the digits.