#modern au tiktok

[lectric0onme]

Remus and Sirius being stopped by those tiktokers doing the "sorry, are you two a couple?" trend.

if they're strangers they immediately start flirting with eachother.

if they're best friends they just panick and stutter. While walking away sirius mouths not yet and winks at the camera.

[araneapeixes]

in the bathroom at the gay clubbbb

[cod-dump]

Nik: *typing on a laptop while laying in bed*

Teen!Ghost: *opens the bedroom door, wearing full hunting camo including a mask*

Nik: *looks up and snorts when he sees him*

Teen!Ghost: *gets on the floor and army crawls towards the bed*

Nik, laughing: малыш what are you doing??

Teen!Ghost: *says nothing as he stops next to the bed, reaching his hand up and blindly looking for Nik’s wallet on the nightstand*

Nik: Why- Why are you- *snorts*

Teen!Ghost: *grabs Nik’s wallet before he sits up and looks through it, pulling out his credit card before dramatically snapping the wallet shut and dropping it back on the nightstand*

Nik, wheezing: You could’ve just asked

Teen!Ghost: *flops back onto the floor and wiggles back across the floor to the door*

Nik: *laughs loudly*

[barghest-arts]

TLT TikTok Screenshots That Will Make You Hallucinate About The World-Ending Corpse You're In Love With

Part 2 / Part 3

[girlishwhimsies]

two-bit and soda being that one “pretending to be a toxic married couple in ikea” meme is so important to me. god they’d be so annoying

[discordiansamba]

modern au aang in which he is up to date on all the Latest Memes(tm) vs modern au zuko who is extremely offline and has no idea what he's talking about.

(modern au iroh who knows more about what the kids are into than his nephew does, who simply lives in a constant state of ??????????)

[daenystheedreamer]

stannis baratheon single after the divorce, wife takes everything in the divorce (good for her, she's gonna spend it on her new younger gf and her new religious mlm), now spending all his time at work. living in his friend davos' spare room. davos angrily goes "shireen needs a father!!!" wake up call. starts watching youtube tutorials on crochet and minecraft and baking and makeup to bond with his daughter. shireen mentions chappell roan and davos finds stannis stone cold silent listening to GOOD LUCK BABE on shitty wire headphones. takes time off to make loom band bracelets with shireen at the park. wears her homemade beanies ("daddy your bald head will get cold") when he picks her up from school.

[bon-sides-sw]

Just a lil something for the AU

I love Cat BD so much, he is so baby

Go read the first capter written by @babygirlbridger and @krispyswips !

In The Afterglow (E)

[bonecarversbestie]

What side of TikTok I think the acotar characters would be on:

Feyre: painting/art, cat videos, furniture flipping/remodelling/diy

Rhys: he just watches the videos Feyre shows him before bed and cleantok

Nesta: booktok, witchtok (obviously) and those cucumber recipes, hot farrier videos

Cassian: “inspirational” content from gymbros and lifestyle coaches who wake up at 5 am to meditate and read self help books before hitting the gym and then eating boiled chicken and rice with steamed broccoli and go to bed at 8:30pm

Elain: cottage core, gardening, asmr candy scooping, baking

Lucien: he watches those videos of middle aged dudes who build cabins from scratch in the woods

Eris: he’s very into critiquing ppl doing TikTok dances, gay TikTok

Tamlin: personal attention role play asmr and Feyre edits.

Azriel: mostly watches drama/gossip videos and calls it “gathering intel”. Also random videos of raves and dj sets, thirst traps

Gwyn: also booktok, pimple popping, synchronised swimming

Emerie: also booktok, cooking, videos of booktok gym girlies doing the Nesta Challenge on the StairMaster

Mor: lesbian drama, horse videos, perfume tok

Amren: doesn’t know what TikTok is. Doesn’t have a phone.

[skyeconch]

Modern!Arthur Morgan be like

Source

[spenglerstwinkie]

30 days to train aka 30 days for kars to cyber bully joseph

[crazylittlejester]

*skids across the floor* my modern au Twi and Warriors doing that “a boy who’s jacked and kind” tiktok trend (for people without tiktok: those are lyrics to a sabrina carpenter song and in the videos, usually a boyfriend will pick up his partner and stick them up on their shoulder, however ive seen it mainly with friends and also wlw couples, but i think the trend originated with straight couples) because they thought it would be fun and also neither of them have a partner to do it with, so a best friend/roommate will have to do

EXCEPT. Twilight misjudges how much Warriors weighs and assumes he’s going to be heavier than he is, and Warriors is used to dance lifts (both as the person lifting someone AND the one being lifted) so he jumps much higher than Twi was anticipating him to to help Twi lift him up to his shoulder, and what ends up happening is Twilight basically fucking throws him backwards over his shoulder and he falls, and the recording camera really just gets a beautiful shot of Warriors getting thrown away and once Twi realizes what’s happened he just stands there frozen facing the camera like 🧍‍♂️ with his hands over his mouth because he’s struggling to process what the fuck just happened and Sky is sitting there choking and dying because he’s laughing to hard because War really just did go flying

does anyone see my vision

[theylovevenus]

“You wanna play a little 1 on 1 doll?”

[cod-dump]

Villain!Ghost: “playing dumb isn’t cute”

Villain!Ghost: Who says I’m playing? This is the default factory setting and I have no idea how to turn it off

Villain!Ghost: There was assembly required and they threw out the instruction manual and a box of screws. I’m being held together by tape and glue and some bubblegum

Soap:

Gaz: Please pick someone else-

Soap: I want that one

Gaz: *groans*

[estrellami-1]

The Easiest Thing (I’ve Ever Done)

Had an idea. I don’t know if it’s anything, or if it makes any sense, but I like it. I hope y’all do too!

The camera’s shaky, moving from Eddie trying to place his phone down, making sure to keep his face in frame. “Baby,” he sings, looking off-camera. “Would you peel me an orange?”

A slight pause before, “Hypothetical or literal?”

Eddie blinks. “Uh. Literal?”

“How many do you want?”

Eddie gapes. “Just- just like that? No teasing? Nothing about me being capable? Nothing at all?”

“It’s an orange, babe. ‘S not like me carrying you out of-”

Eddie scrambles for his phone, and the video cuts off.

It picks up again later. They’re in the living room now, and Eddie’s filming Steve, who had just asked him a question. “Say it again.”

“Say-?”

“The question you just asked me. Ask me again.”

Steve gestures to the TV. “We just watched 50 First Dates, Eds, I don’t think it’s crazy of me to ask if you’d do that for me.”

“Stevie. Baby. Light of my life. Look me in my eyes and ask me again. But before you do, think about two years ago when you got a concussion and the resulting short-term amnesia.”

Steve closes his eyes and leans his head back with a groan. “I’m an idiot.”

“Are not,” Eddie says hotly, and the video cuts off again.

It picks up again later. It’s dark in the room, and Eddie’s got his finger to his lips, as if he’s telling the audience to be quiet. “Say that again, baby?”

Steve mumbles something unintelligible, then, “The elephant’s back.”

“Yeah? What’s it doing?”

The camera moves to focus on Steve’s face. He’s clearly still asleep, even as he frowns. “He’s proposing. ‘S my job.”

“Your job?”

“Mhm. ‘M gonna do it.” Another frown. “Screw you, elephant.”

The camera jumps to Eddie, who’s got a hand covering his mouth. The video cuts off again.

It picks up again later. Eddie’s in the same position as the first part of the video. There’s background sounds—rushing water and clanking porcelain—that means Steve’s washing dishes.

“I feel like you’re mad at me.”

The clanking stops. The water shuts off. “What?”

Eddie shrugs. “You’ve been kinda tense ever since I got home.”

“Baby,” Steve whispers. “No. No, I’m not mad at you. I’m so sorry I made you feel that way. I’ve just got a lot in my head right now.”

Eddie nods. “Can I help?”

Steve hums. “You can listen.”

Eddie smiles. “I can do that.”

“Okay, cool.” The water turns back on. “So I was talking to Robin earlier-”

The video cuts off again.

It picks up again later. They’re back on the couch, but this time Steve’s engrossed in a book, lips silently moving as he reads. “Baby.”

“Hm?”

“You mouth the words to yourself when you read.”

Steve flushes scarlet. “Shuddup.”

“No!” Eddie laughs. “No, I love it! It’s adorable!”

“You don’t.” He sniffs, but does nothing to hide the smile on his face. “It’s not.”

“It is,” Eddie argues back, camera jumping around as he shifts to sit up. “And I’ll prove it.”

“Yeah? How?”

“Uh. That part I don’t know yet. But I’ll figure it out!”

“Mhm.” Steve’s lips twitch up at the corners.

“I’m serious.”

“Mhm.”

“I love every part of you.”

Steve’s smile softens into something lovesick. “I know.”

“Especially the parts you don’t like.”

Steve groans and covers his face with the book, and Eddie chuckles as he turns the camera off.

The last time it picks up, Steve’s the one setting it up. “Babe?” He calls.

“Yeah?”

“Would you love me if I was a worm?”

“If you were a worm?”

“Yeah. Would you love me.”

Eddie walks into frame to grab Steve’s hands and hold them. “My darling,” he murmurs, “I fall more in love with you every day. It’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done and the easiest decision I’ll ever make. And I make it every day, I have for years now. If you were a worm, I’d build you the best little worm house. I’d do all the research and find out what you can eat, and I’d always have that. I’d learn to speak worm so I could talk to you.” He lifts one of Steve’s hands to his lips. “If you were a worm? Baby, I’d love you more than any worm’s ever been loved before.”

“Oh,” Steve squeaks.

Eddie presses a brief kiss to his lips before pulling away. “Why don’t you turn the camera off and come join me upstairs?”

Steve gapes even as he reaches for his phone. “You absolute asshole-”

“I meant every word, baby. Let me show you how much?”

Steve flounders, and the video cuts off for the last time.

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[ggensblog]

post-halloween party | b.c.j.

summary: you take care of barty after coming home from a halloween party

inspired by this tiktok

content: alcohol, state of inebriation, gender neutral!reader, first time writing for barty, not dialogue heavy (bro i literally cannot write dialogue), intentional lowercase, this got a lot longer than i meant for it to be tbh, not proof read, but other than that it's just fluffy fluff

i do not in any way support or endorse j.k.rowling

word count: 949

masterlist

you stumbled into the apartment- the sudden give of the front door taking you slightly by surprise. your boyfriend tripped in behind you, nearly taking you out in the process. having just come home from the sirius black’s infamous annual halloween party, the two of you found yourselves in a less-than-sober state. some more than others.

you had paced yourself, finding yourself properly drunk at the beginning of the party and letting it slowly wear off throughout the rest of the night. your boyfriend, however, seemed to constantly have a drink in his hand- whether it be beer pong with james and sirius or shots with evan and dorcas. 

“barty let’s go wash your makeup off” you took barty’s hand in yours and lead him to your shared bathroom, flicking on the light and sighing at the mess of makeup all over the counter from the ‘getting ready pre-party’ barty had insisted on before you left. 

you would deal with that tomorrow. 

instead, barty leaned against the wall, his head lolling to the side, eyes hooded and a goofy smile plastered on his face. his hair maintained its spiked style thanks to the extra strong gel you had lended him, but the clown makeup barty had so carefully applied earlier in the evening was now smeared across his mouth and chin. you watched him for a second to make sure he wouldn’t fall over then got started on clearing a space on the counter to begin your nightly routine.

“you’re so pretty,” barty’s words blended together, you looked up at him in the mirror and raised a brow.

“don’t-” hiccup “don’t give me that, treasure, you’re always so pretty. my pretty love…” barty’s words trailed off and his eyes drifted closed for a second. you turned around and pinched the side of his arm. his eyes flew open and he moved his other hand to cradle where you had pinched him, a wounded expression appearing on his face.

“don’t go falling asleep on me, crouch, we’ve still got to get you cleaned up,” you chided lightly, handing him a bottle of face cleanser as you turned back to continue clearing a space around the sink.

barty went to pump soap into his hands but the bottle slipped to the floor. you laughed quietly and picked up the bottle, instead putting some of the soap into your hands and lathering it between them for a moment. you then took barty’s face in your hands and began to break down the layers of makeup and sweat.

barty turned to fully face you, placing one hand on the wall next to him to brace himself, and another on your hip. you adored barty’s simple connections. whether it be needing to have eyes or a hand on you at all times, you felt his love wash over you in waves over and over again.

as you continue to work the soap into his skin, he melts in your touch. barty’s eyes drift closed and his neck goes lax with his face still in your hands. you eye him fondly, taking a second to appreciate the complete peace of the moment, you run your hands over his forehead and under his eyes, slowly but surely cleaning away the makeup.

when you finish, you give the side of his face a light tap and step away to use the remainder of the soap in your hands to wash your own face. barty’s eyes reopen and he moves closer to you still, leaning in to kiss you. you dodge out of the way.

“rinse your face first” your voice is barely above a whisper in this moment, not needing to speak so loud in the quiet stillness of your home

barty huffs and turns to the sink, flicking it on and starting to splash water across his face.

and the rest of the counter.

you simply grinned, because at the end of the day it was just water.

once barty’s face was clear from makeup and soap, you stepped in to replace him at the sink, spooning water from the faucet to your face. barty once again leaned against the wall, placing both hands on your hips and letting his head drift back as you finished.

you grabbed a towel from the shelf and dried your face and hands then turned, bringing barty’s attention back to you. his pupils were blown out, and his eyebrows were drawn together now. you brought the towel up to his face and wiped away the remaining droplets of water on his forehead and chin.

you put the towel on the counter and turn back to stand there for another moment, placing your hands on barty’s arms as they remain on your hips. you breathe in the stark contrast between this moment and the party you had just come from with blaring music and flashing lights.

this time when barty leans in to kiss you, you don’t dodge him. you let his lips caress yours lightly, softly, and full of his wild love. it was these moments that were reserved for only you; when the crease between his eyebrows was erased and his shoulders relaxed with ease. you drew your arms up around his neck and into the sticky hair at the nape of it.

“thank you, treasure” he mumbles and kisses you once more, slower this time. his thumbs traced circles on your sides. you sighed with content and pulled away with a smile.

“let’s get you to bed,” your hands moved back down to his shoulders, giving them a light squeeze before they travelled further down his arms to take his hands and lead him out of the bathroom.