#modern no powers au

[anarchycox]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Nanami Kento Characters: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Getou Suguru, Fushiguro Megumi, Ieiri Shoko, Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Tsumiki, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Mahito (Jujutsu Kaisen) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, POV Alternating, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, ceo gojo, Sex Worker Nanami, Parental Gojo Satoru, Good Parent Gojo Satoru, Get Together, willful misunderstanding, Clan Politics, Gojo Satoru is a Little Shit, Protective Nanami Kento, Top Nanami Kento, Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Angst and Feels, Falling In Love, Sex, Past Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Happy Ending Summary:

Gojo runs into Nanami for the first time since high school and is shocked at how different, and well, hot the man looks. Some mild stalking, some conversation. He honestly didn't know that Nanami had a sense of humour. But it is really funny that Nanami said he was a sex worker. Come on, it's Nanami, he's got to be a stock broker.

Gojo finds himself thinking about Nanami, more than he ever thought he would.

Gojo is balancing so much right now, he's the strongest, he can do it. But maybe it'd be nice if he could lean against someone while he balanced all that stuff.

[junotter]

Part 1 of my modern avatar au, the fire nation

[eriochromatic]

winter outing featuring cross guild and company 🌨️🌨️🌨️

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Never gonna live that down.

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[alcarian-does]

more of them (my beloveds)

i'm still feeling kinda eh about drawings rn so im just treading over the same steps

and this is warm and nice unlike things that might be afoot in places so hey

[meamiki]

some random reverse entry au [office + reverse isekai loop] drawings :thumbsup:

[mildly interested in this silly au? here is a link to scroll through for all the stuff i've made for it! i'll make a proper master post... someday.....]

[vepaluiron]

little modern au doodle before bed.

[skyartworkzzz]

Theyre dating ur honor

Hi I bring yall another AU 💃

[taracandycorn]

Catra was now regretting telling her date to wear something “western” to the costume party….

[mi-i-zori]

When Silence is No More

CoD - Astronauts!141 x Cosmic Horror!Reader

SYNOPSIS : A quick thought about the 141 being stationed on a space station and catching the eyes of a cosmic horror.

WARNING : None. But this is intended to be a subtle kind of horror, so it might be unsettling. The x Reader part is very subtle, but it’s here !

Author’s Note : I was daydreaming, like I always do, and started to mix Space and Sea in a same setting again. So here you go.

I do not allow anyone to translate, re-use or re-publish my works, be it here or on any other platform, including AI.

CoD AUs - Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Contrary to what people might think, a space station isn’t really quiet.

First, there’s the constant humming of the machinery. They tend to forget it a lot, having gotten used to it echoing day and night in the back of their heads. There’s also their own voices - bantering, chatting, laughing, yelling, cursing. When they work on whatever machine needs maintenance at the time, the clinking and banging of tools also adds itself to the subtle cacophony that surrounds them on the daily.

Over the years, they’ve come to find it comforting. It’s the reason why, when repairs need to be made on the outside of the station, the cosmic silence sometimes makes them even more uneasy than it should ; especially when exhaustion weighs heavy on their bodies after months of floating away from the world, in a void where Mother Earth and the Moon both linger on the infinite horizon.

Those daily sounds bring them peace.

Until they don’t.

-

It comes slow, at first. It takes them a while to realise why they’ve all been feeling like something’s wrong. They couldn’t say how long, but after days of anxious fidgeting, awkward and confused silences, and constant checking of the machinery inside and outside of the station, Kyle abruptly interrupts himself in the middle of a sentence, a look of strange understanding on his face.

« Do you hear that ? » He says, and it’s when they finally all focus on their surroundings that they hear it.

There’s a peculiar melody floating in the air. A mesmerising song made of laughter, coos, and other sounds they’ve never heard before. For a moment, they think they left a CD player run somewhere in the station, close enough for them to hear - but they quickly realise that it’s not the case, and the confusion only gets stronger as they rattle their brains in order to find where that music could be coming from.

Simon mentions that it sounds like it’s coming from outside. A crazy thought. But the more time passes, the more it seems to be true.

The cosmos is no longer silent.

-

Then come the lights, adorned with colours they can’t bring themselves to describe. They light up the corridors of the station in the strangest of hues, creating new shadows in the corner of their eyes. Unfamiliar silhouettes giggle and dart in front of the windows, taking a second to cut the streams of light before immediately disappearing.

Are they inside the station ? Or are they outside ?

-

Johnny is the first to mention the dreams. But they all have them.

They all describe the same strange, almost fish-like creatures they see dancing in the blaze of supernovas. The same voices, high and low at the same time, calling them from the abyss of black holes. The same feeling of drowning among comets and asteroids, suffocating under the force of cold, invisible currents before suddenly being pulled away by scaly limbs.

They always wake up in the middle of the night, sweating bullets and cursing at the same, distant vision of round, slitted eyes and glowing fins. One that keeps haunting the back of their minds during the day.

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Price doesn’t know if he should mention it to the team waiting for them at home. He could swear his daily check-ins with the base back on Earth keep getting interrupted by a strange rhythm of static, even though there seems to be no problem with the comms.

There’s a strange pressure in their stomachs now, that keeps growing with every new event. When they don’t instinctively hold their breaths as if they were underwater, they can hear the harmonious remnants of waves in their ears, feel an unfamiliar taste of salt on the back of their tongues. Sometimes, it becomes impossible to know whether they’re still dreaming or not, and they have to pinch each other’s cheeks to the point of bruising to realise they’re wide awake. It all looks, sounds, tastes, smells and feels so real. Every single one of their senses is constantly filled to the brim with waves and waves of strange sensations.

The more time passes, the more they feel like they’re being watched. As if they had suddenly become a prey in the eyes of a being they are unable to see.

The radars, however, never show anything.

Are they having a collective hallucination ?

Or is there really something lurking behind the stars, watching their every movement, and tasting their fear with hunger in its eyes ? No matter what they do, the song never seems to stop.

And it’s the same thing with the growls.

[harrowedsoup]

I just can’t see even a modern Harrow wearing short shorts or fish nets. Not because she’s a prude or anything, she just has such a deep desire to be ‘proper’ while in public. Her robes are her uniform and she doesn’t want to deviate from that while others can see her.

I personally see Modern Harrow as dressing in formal clothes all the time. Like Gideon drives them to McDonalds and Harrow is standing there in a stupid expensive suit, pulls out an over priced wallet and pays for Gideon’s milkshake with an American Express Centurion card.

[sforzesco]

TRIPLE THREAT, BABY!

aka modern AU Cicero, Caelius, Crassus! I originally planned on doing this set in the Late Republic, but I forgot I had a stack of reading to do on Caelius and decided to set it in the modern day because I’m confident in my ability to draw a shirt collar but if I try reading anything Cicero wrote before I drink my morning coffee, I will simply turn to dust

(also the buttons for Cicero’s vest are on the wrong side, I’m aware, I flipped the canvas to ink it as one does and realized I liked it better this way & didn’t feel fixing it etc)

⭐ places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app / tip jar!

[whetstonefires]

I know I talk about mdzs modern AUs a lot, but it's just somehow become a fascinating adaptation process to me, all these people making their personal calls about the nature of reality.

And a thing I keep coming back to is all the people who deliberately decide to give modern!wwx Mo Xuanyu's build.

To preserve the strength contrast that's leveraged for horny, which like, yeah that's fair, horny is an acceptable reason to make a story choice. I respect that, sometimes grudgingly.

But as a result of noticing this being done, oftentimes it seems without any reflection about why, I've developed this minor obsession with the fact that wwx in his own body at its adult height was fractionally shorter than lwj.

And this was the height he reached after a multi-year period in childhood living on scrounged garbage, plus the three months starving in the mass grave toward the end of his growth period.

Meaning that by all normal logic, a modern AU wwx who did not experience these periods of intense privation--which is most of them; it's quite rare for children to experience that particular form of total neglect in modern developed nations and modernAU!wwx's life ruining circumstances only occasionally involve intense physical torment--is going to be significantly taller as an adult.

Like. Add a few inches on there.

Where are all my adequately nourished six-foot-four Wei Wuxians???

[thatsouthernanthem]

Not pictured: police captain Elendil getting ready to write their 600th ticket for public indecency.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

This one is dedicated to @shirokokuro, who made a lifeguard AU fic to fill the void where there was none.

Read it here! It's great: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51598429

[alcarian-does]

simply them cos i am once again drawing instead of writing teehee

i have decisions to make and it's holdin me back in the writin but ourghghghg i really want to