#modern no powers au

[arathejedi394]

snippet from these days act three

“Jamesy!” Bucky hears a weak voice yelling.

(Sarah perks up. “Hester Barnes!” she shouts.)

Bucky straightens up and grimaces. Steve, the only one still in the vestibule with him, makes eye contact with him and starts laughing silently.

“Shuddup,” Bucky snaps immediately.

“I’m calling your kid Jamesy,” Steve hisses, then just walks out and leaves Bucky standing there dumbstruck, wondering if that meant Steve wanted to keep the baby after all.

“Jamesy!” Momi calls again, hobbling into the doorway of the vestibule with her four-pronged cane and touch pole, and Bucky is shaken from his reverie; Shadow, her guide dog, trots along behind her. “Come and gimme a kiss, champ!”

“Hi, Momi,” Bucky says, shrugging off his coat. Momi raises a frail arm and Bucky walks up to give her a careful hug and a kiss on the cheek. “How are you?”

“Wonderful!” Momi answers, raising her arm and patting through the air for a second before grabbing his cheek and pinching it with surprising strength for a ninety-three-year-old woman; Bucky winces. “Now that I’ve seen my favorite grandson!”

Bucky sighs. “I’m your only grandson, Momi.”

“I know,” Momi chuckles.

(“He got Steve pregnant!” Sarah hisses to her. “They’re in love, they should get married, and they should tell each other they love each other so I can stop haunting your grandson!”)

“Mama, don’t you be hoggin’ my child!” Bucky’s mother calls from inside the house. “An’ get in here ‘fore you catch a cold!”

(“Your grandson made your next great-grandbaby in my baby!” Sarah yells at Hester.)

Momi nods and mumbles under her breath, something about impatient Irish women for some reason Bucky’s unaware of, as she starts shuffling to turn around. 

(“I know you can hear me!” Sarah shouts, chasing after her.)

[clementinecrane]

Pairing: Merthur

Summary: A follow up to Drunken Shenanigans detailing the aftermath. What happens when Arthur remembers that night but Merlin doesn't? Especially with their plans to move in together?

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.

[eriochromatic]

winter outing featuring cross guild and company 🌨️🌨️🌨️

[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

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Never gonna live that down.

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[jupiter-letters]

I saw this scene the other day and I can't stop imagining Viktor doing this. This video contains some nudity!

[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….

[gzeidraws]

Commission done for Issac of a FredRobin vacation at Disney World 🏰!

[saubrimbor]

Twin Brother AU! - Celebrimbor & Louis Oakley** (Charles Edwards)

The brothers inherited their uncle's winery and now they have to take care of it 🍷🍷 inspired by a 🦋TROPsky convo with @queenmeriadoc and 🤣❤️ @alexnortonweldon

**Louis Oakley is Charles Edwards' character from 'Under The Vines'

[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.

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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.

-

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.

[discordiansamba]

(zuko and azula are home alone. the lightbulb in the living room has just gone out.)

zuko: where's the stepladder?

azula: do you even know how to change a lightbulb, zuzu?

zuko: i've seen the servants do it hundreds of times. it's not that hard.

(zuko discovers they're all out of lightbulbs. this is fine. there's a store across the street and mom left them some money. he can just go buy some new ones.)

azula: i have a better idea.

(azula fires a small spark of lightning at the lightbulb. this was not a better idea. the lightbulb bursts and knocks all of the power out... for the entire building.)

zuko: ...wow. you're right. that was a better idea.

azula: it's not my fault the pathetic excuse of an electrical system this apartment has can't handle my greatness.

zuko: ...i'm calling mom

azula: DON'T YOU DARE!

[alcarian-does]

every good lumberjack Adora needs her office siren Catra

plans and ideas for more fanfic are solidifying

(no i cant be bothered drawing two hands most of the time)