#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 ;)

[shepscapades]

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Don’t Let it Reach the Heart]

Most of the words written here are again lyrics from Joywave’s Destruction, but throughout lyrics here and there, I plan to incorporate a little bit of dialogue! I’ve been playing around a lot with lighting and fun poses and stuff, so this has genuinely been a blast to work on :] Expressions have always been my favorite thing to draw but uh. There’s something particularly special about getting to draw chill/stoic characters like doc and etho um. Going Through It >:3 (Same with X but we’ll get there later)

Still don’t know how many parts this will be, but I’ll be updating each part as everything comes out! :]

[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.

[puppetmaster13u]

Thinkin of Bruce's back cavity in the Meat Marionette Au.

I like to think the spine splits open, with the default being closed and him having to flex certain muscles to open it, almost like a mouth. The cervical (upper) and lumbar (lower) vertibrae are all single pieces and don't open, the lumbar continuing down the tail, while the thoracic are split into two pieces each. There's probably specialized muscles in the back that for lack of better terms tugs and moves the ribs in the back to pull the cavity open, hence why the shoulder blades are also shifted to the sides. Or something like that lol.

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AU is a combo of my au found under the What's Out There Au tag and @phoenixcatch7's found under the Possessed Doll Au tag. Make sure to check her out!

[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]

[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

[mariatesstruther]

okay just hear me out modern au where tommy ends up picking up ellie from pre school almost everyday since joel is busy but he keeps meeting teacher maria

okay bestie as a preschool teacher you GOT me with this one. like you got me SO GOOD. this might actually get published to ao3, you got me soooo fuckin’ good right now. i have so many unnecessary details for such a simple plot so here’s a cut

tbh i feel like even as busy as joel is, he’d prioritize picking up and dropping of sarah as much as he can, so maybe he and tommy would alternate???? so on days when tommy drops off, joel picks up and when joel drops off, tommy picks up. sarah goes to a public preschool with a lot of kids, so she gets easily overwhelmed and sometimes needs extra cuddles or kind words in the mornings to make it out of the car.

one monday, a couple months into school, sarah is particularly VERY anxious because there’s a new teacher to replace ms. doherty, who quit unexpectedly on friday “because she said we gave her alooooottt of headaches, daddy.” now, sarah knows nothing about the new teacher except that shes a girl from a place called new york—and sarah doesn’t even know what new yawk IS like, thats So Far Away??? (“it’s not really that far, baby,” joel says to her. “and it’s new york. with an o sound.”) still, sarah is VERY concerned:

is new yawk like another planet???? (no, babygirl.) but what if she’s an alien???? (the school only hires human teachers, baby. they promised.) but what if she’s a SECRET alien??? (she won’t be, i promise.) okay but what if she’s mean???? (if she is, you tell me or tommy and we’ll talk to her about it, okay? she shouldn’t be mean to you.) what if she doesn’t play good music at quiet time???? (you can ask her nicely and i bet she will, baby. just say please and thank you, okay?)

still, even with her questions answered, sarah is very nervous on monday. both joel and tommy go with her in an effort to start her day off extra good, especially because joel can’t pick her up. they reassure her that new york has plenty of nice people and her new teacher will probably be one of them. she also gets TWO WHOLE extra minutes of cuddle time with BOTH of them before she and daddy have to leave the car—it’s half for her and half for them, because they’re honestly pretty anxious for her to like her new teacher too

joel is the one to hold sarah’s hand and walk her inside, because the school prefers only one guardian to drop off at a time. tommy’s nervous, but joel actually seems pretty pleased when he gets back to the car with no sarah in tow. surprisingly, he’s back faster than any time they’ve ever dropped sarah off before. with a proud smile, he tells tommy is that miss maria seems really nice. more importantly, she’s Black, which joel says Sarah got really excited about. tommy pries for more details, and he’s glad he does: apparently miss maria has locs, a few even blue and purple, and the first thing sarah’d said to her was an emphatic “😲😍🤩 i like your hair!!!!!!!!,” to which she had responded “thank you! i like your hair! what’s your name, sweets?” and that’d been that

later, when tommy does pickup that day, he doesn’t know what to expect. most times at the end of the day, sarah is super reserved and a bit cranky, eager to get home to finally have time to herself. tommy’s goal is usually to try and get her to at least wave goodbye to her teachers like joel asks—but, more often than not, she opts for reaching for uppies and hiding her face in his chest until they leave.

today??? no. it takes sarah a full two minutes to even notice tommy’s there because her and this drop-dead-fucking-gorgeous woman in a soft-looking lavender pants and blouse set are finishing up a painting at the easel wall. they’re working on what looks like a brown and purple butterfly, probably the most carefully shaped sarah’s ever made.

tommy’s heart stops when this goddess miss maria finally looks over at him and smiles with perfect pearly-whites, waving him over behind sarah’s back. when she says “sarah honey, i think someone’s here for you!” in her sing-songy toddler-tone, tommy swears an angel gets his wings. sarah turns around, shrieks with joy upon seeing him, and runs down to him with her arms out, yelling all the while: “THOMMYYYYYYY!!!!!”—because sarah’s still working on her hard ts—“thommy!!!! thommy thommy thommy come look!!! i made a butterfly for u!!!!! look!!!!! it matches ms. maria!!!!!! it’s gorgeous!!!!” (she’s been obsessed with calling things gorgeous ever since she heard tommy say it about a harley motorbike last week. joel especially thinks it’s cute, especially because of how she over-emphasizes the j-sound: gor-Jus.)

tommy’s never seen her so excited to show her art off at pickup-time before; usually, she waits until they’re home and she’s feeling less shy to start showing off, but she’s babbling and pointing to it as he picks her up and sets her on his hip: “it’s brown and purple like miss maria!!! isnt it so gorgeous, unca thommy??? do you like it???? aren’t they SO gorgeous????”

and now miss maria is looking at him. and he’s looking at her. tommy knows he’s blushing, and he hesitates—which sarah does NOT appreciate, so she says: “unca tommy!!!!!!! don’t be WUDE! thell miss maria she’s gorgeous!!! she is!!!”

luckily, miss maria saves him by explaining, in a slightly firmer teaching voice: “sarah sweets, that’s okay! we’re only just meeting, and that’s not really something you say to a stranger, okay?”

“but why noooooooot?? you are gorgeous! like my butterfly! isn’t she so gorgeous, thommy?”

“well, yeah, of course,” tommy agrees easily, because she obviously is—and shit. now miss maria is looking at him like he’s a fucking bonehead, because he obviously fucking is. “but—uh, i mean—she’s right, hon’. you gotta listen to your teacher, and that’s not somethin’ you say to a stranger, okay?”

but then, after thinking to her tiny self for a few seconds: “well if she stays my teacher then she’s not a stranger, is she???” sarah asks tommy, then turns her conniving little head towards maria, too. “and you said you’d stay! so can he say you’re gorgeous tomorrow?” then, without waiting for an answer, she’s back towards tommy to finish: “i think you should call her gorgeous tomorrow.”

“i think we should go home, s’what i think,” tommy says, finally deciding to save himself from four-year-old torment. he sets sarah down and pats her on the end with a gentle but firm request to go get her stuff from her cubby, which she goes to do without her complaints of being too tired to walk. maria watches them closely with a close-lipped but relaxed grin. when sarah’s out of earshot, he apologizes. “sorry ‘bout that, ma’am.”

“don’t be,” miss maria teases, crossing her arms. “you did call me gorgeous, after all. i’ve had worse introductions.”

“tommy miller,” he offers, moving to shake her hand. he notices her nails are done-up, a sparkly blend of pretty shades of purple that look tie-dyed on somehow. her hands aren’t soft, not really, but they’re smooth enough to make him shiver as he pulls away. “sarah’s uncle.”

“oh, i know,” she reassures, then nods her head pointedly towards sarah. the little one is coming back towards them with her lunchbox in one hand and her water bottle in the other, walking extra careful so she doesn’t trip over herself like she did last week, tommy guesses. clearly fond, maria continues. “she spent all day telling me about you and her daddy. you’re doing great with her.”

“unca thommy! i’m ready to go!” sarah sing-songs, interrupting whatever miss maria might’ve said next. internally, tommy thanks his niece—the you’re doing great was already enough to make him cry, and he’d rather not do so in front of either her or her amazing new teacher. plopping her lunch and bottle at tommy’s feet, sarah gives not one, but two eager waves to miss maria, hands flapping madly up towards the woman’s face. “bye miss mariaaaaa!!!! i’ll see you tomorrow!!!!”

“bye sarah sweets!” maria says back, waving just as enthusiastically. to tommy, she raises an amused, teasing eyebrow. just loud enough for him to hear as he turns away, he hears her say “bye, gorgeous,” and laugh, giving yet another angel a pair of wings.

it takes everything in him to not fall straight to the floor, toppling his own precious niece, right then. he doesn’t think he even breathes until both he and Sarah are secured in the car, him in the front and her in her carseat. she’s already babble singing mary j. blige’s “just fine,” which they usually play and sing on their way home from school to help her regulate. when he plays the song this time, sarah smiles bright at him through the rearview and says “i already feel just fine, unca tommy!!! but can we still play it, just for fun?”

“of course, baby,” he says, and start singing along with her. he’s feeling just fine, too.

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tagging some homies (btw just let me know if u wanna be tagged in this kinda stuff or not guys! im never sure lol): @becomethesun @clickergossip @boilingcowboy @bumblepony

[sleepingzs]

cat boysgirl but wizardess heart <3

[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. 

[unevenpatterns]

Fic Idea: Soulmate Dream AU - Jetko

Jet dreams of fire. There is nothing surprising about this and he doesn't think anything of it for a long time. Everyone in the Freedom Fighters' camp have nightmares of flames. It's such a common nightmare that he doubts it'll help in terms of finding his soulmate.

Until he reaches his teens when the dreams suddenly take a weird turn. He keeps seeing flame reaching for his face in his sleep. Over and over again.

At first he thinks nothing of it. It must just be his own dreams that are getting twisted, right? But it's such a distinct dream and the details in the attacking fire soldiers face are too clear to be random.

It's his first soulmate dream and it only fuels his hate for the fire nation. They haven't just hurt him, they've also hurt his soulmate.

When he sees Lee on the ferry he can't help it. With a burn on his face like that, what are the odds? Of course there are plenty of people who have gotten burnt, but to survive a burn to the head isn't all that common.

It's not the only reason why he wants Lee to join them, but it is what makes him slightly obsessive about it. His mind is going, what if? what if?

His life hasn't exactly been great so far, but maybe this one thing will actually be ok? Maybe there is some hope of connection for him despite everything he's done and maybe it's even with someone who understands his struggles. Not to mention someone who knows how to fight and is extremly competent at doing it (which he finds infinitely attractive, it's a problem).

Jet suddenly understands what all the fuss is about. He was all for playing the field and waiting a long time to settle down. But... if it's with someone like Lee the prospect of other people suddenly pales in comparison.

Then he sees that old coot firebending and the dream go up in flames.

Of course he wouldn't be so lucky. There's no way that Lee is his soulmate. An ashmaker, a liar, and damn if he doesn't feel like a fool for falling for the sham.

It makes the betrayal ten fold worse and his decision to get them brought to justice burn like a fire under his skin. Whoever is his soulmate with a burnt face, it sure as shit isn't Lee.