#re. au ↳ modern

[unstoppablc]

tag drop 3 / ?

[octibee]

violence made me gentle at last

[autumnsartblog]

Typical Jonathan instagram post

[koilccc]

Re:Zero FanWeek DAY 1: Memories/Rivalry (with a splash of school au.....?)

[slowd1ving]

[INAMORATA] SNIPPET . *࿐ SUNDAY, MOZE, SOMEWHAT JIAOQIU??

more jiaoqiu and moze being a little creep, male incubus reader

HONKAI STAR RAIL MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

Of course you don’t end up stealing a kiss outside the building—Moze taking the opportunity to clean the bathroom obsessively while buzzing from the liquor, while you walk Jiaoqiu out. 

Of course you don’t mean to, but you’re drunkenly complaining of the professor for your statistics module, and he’s merely gazing. When the sun’s long gone to its slumber—and the only light available is the halo around your head from the flickering streetlamp—who can blame him for the way his eyes drink your pout in, the way he’s getting lost in the way you smell? Menthol cigarettes and something sweeter, something his nose picks up that could be caramel but could also thrum deep in your veins to intoxicate others. 

He cuts you off when it gets too much for him, right when you push your glasses up to continue to ramble comfortably. 

“—every lecture, I swear—mmph—” 

You swear up-and-down you weren’t planning this; you’re taken completely aback as he surges, pressing you up against the rough brick of the building. He’s warm, you think deliriously—with his hand cradling your cheek and his other nestled in the back of the loose pullover you’re wearing, you’re warmer than you’ve been in weeks. 

It’s not desperate, but you can feel the build-up of emotion behind it: taste the cherry on your breath, the tequila on his. Alcohol may have prompted this, but even a fool could savour the heavy yearning on his tongue. 

“Jiaoqiu,” you mumble, but he merely tilts your head, nipping at your slicked lips with an eagerness he only seems to display when it’s the witching hours. He’s shorter than you, yet tonight he’s the one caging you in an inescapable lock—so hungry, so avaricious and naturally, you oblige, raking your hands in his pink hair. 

You taste blood. You taste life as you feel his steady pulse against your body, lust as he groans and melts into your touch, desperation as he entwines his arms around you with the sole goal of pressing himself into you even further. 

You are equally insatiable, gradually feeling the vivid colours flow from his tongue onto your own. 

You are equally gluttonous, but your work isn’t going to finish itself and you’re quite a good demon, if you do say so yourself. 

You are equally voracious, and perhaps completely degenerate, yet still you wistfully and regretfully ease your lips from his—though your hands remain white-hot on his body. 

It’s enough energy to get through the rest of this day and then some. It’ll do. It has to do. 

“I’ll see you at the Film Festival,” he murmurs, but the two of you know the encounter between you both will be sooner—a clandestine encounter between sheets, in fact. 

He’s walking home, so you watch him disappear into the night—and when his small figure is swallowed up in the void space between street lamps, you watch a little while longer. 

Unbeknownst to you, someone else has been watching this entire time too. 

[sparemintss]

RIP CAPTAIN. YOU WOULDVE LOVED BEING A HISTORICAL RE-ENACTOR .

[sic-vita]

JONATHAN BAILEY - FELLOW TRAVELERS + HEARTSTOPPER

[ya-boi-haru]

FABLE LORE SPOILERS:

"Aw Ulysses and Aax are father and child.... that's so great-"

*scribbling out notes for my fanfic lore*

"I love that for them-"

*crosses out the whole page*

"Really cute and sweet for them"

*tears out the page-*

[yuesya]

I know that Heien Shiki and Yuzuki didn't have any children but hear me out on a heart wrenching thought I had.

They have only one child. A little girl that doesn't survive past four years old. (Maybe the same condition as Yuzuki?) The loss of her makes Shiki and Yuzuki unwilling to try again. By sheer coincidence either with a single character, the sound or meaning in her name; Tsumiki also has that in her name.

Just imagine Shiki waking up in the modern day(maybe looking forward to finding Yuzuki?) and one of the first things she learns is that her vessel shares part of her lost daughter's name. Like logically she knows that Tsumiki isn't her daughter reborn, but yet...she can not allow this girl to be harmed.

Also did Kenjaku know what they were doing when they choose this girl as the vessel? Do they dare to have the audacity to mock Shiki's dead baby like this?

Oh yikes, there would definitely be extra angst points in this AU if this was the case.

It would also change up the situation -previously we have Shiki being Not Interested in Kenjaku's games or fighting anyone, she just wants to see Yuzuki again. But if we suppose that 'Tsumiki' (/or some related name) was the name of her dead child then I think she'd definitely have a bone to pick with Kenjaku. Which begs the question of why he would think that this is a good idea in the first place...

Supposing that Kenjaku knew exactly what he was doing... one can only surmise that he deliberated intended to draw Shiki's ire. Hm. Possibly to orchestrate a Sukuna vs. Shiki encounter again and benefit from the results?

[into-the-feniverse]

A biomed student, a graphic design student, and a theology student walk into a bar…

The drawing without a background + the sketch because I’m not suuuuper jazzed about how it looks with one but it looked too empty without it

Disclaimer: the background is from Pexels

Also, I tried asking ChatGPT to finish the joke for me:

[childaintit]

Subaru only sent it to Otto and Garfiel

[imaginatorsans]

I will only be accepting modern day Danbert au's where Dan is a big Ben 10 fan

Herbert overhears him singing the theme song at night

[brokenyouth]

[valleyfthdolls]

Do you see my vision

[slowd1ving]

[INAMORATA] SNIPPET . *࿐ SUNDAY, MOZE, SOMEWHAT JIAOQIU??

for some additional context reader is an incubus and also joined a class on catching/apprehending monsters in the modern world as a joke, but now is doing a project on said monsters (cough, incubi) thus is in a really fucking awkward position rn anyways this will probably be the last snippet before I actually post the work so enjoyy

HONKAI STAR RAIL MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

“…edit it documentary style. It’s professional, organised, and will suit the Professor’s tastes.” Sunday’s mellifluous voice washes over you as you sit in the campus library with your classmates, desperately trying to look engaged. 

It does not work. 

Sunday’s fountain pen wavers in the air and turns on you, and your heart jolts and skips past a few beats—it looks far too close to a weapon for your liking, and you would not trust an angel with a dagger for the life of you. Or without the dagger. He does not inch it closer, but it’s rather an unconscious mirroring of his thinking that betrays that he’s about to scold you for falling asleep. You’re thankful for the table that separates the two of you, but you fear wood can only do so much to counter flames of divine punishment. 

But before he can lecture you, Moze beats him to it. And for the record, you don’t know how he ended up sitting right next to you, and you’d like to complain. 

Leaning across his chair, he gets unnecessarily close to talk to you, and it’s not like whatever he’s saying is important. 

“Do you have anything to add—” and here his leg ghosts up against yours, but you don’t flinch. At least, you don’t think you do. “—or did you not get enough sleep last night?”

His voice is low—enough that there’s an undercurrent of tension without him even trying. You choose not to reply directly to him; instead, you look at Sunday once more, and you swear you feel a spike of irritation from the angel. But, surely not, right?

Mulling your words over, you carefully select a sequence that won’t land you a one-way ticket back to hell. There’s a certain trick to this, you see—and that’s crossing your fingers and thinking of an escape plan in the event you fail, or the shameless cowardly demon approach. It may not land you a spot among the Lieutenants, but it sure is better than being skewered by some angel. 

Especially one named Sunday. You disguise your grimace. 

“Uhh,” you wrack your brains, before settling on the first thing your mind falls upon—yesterday night, all cozied up with Jiaoqiu. Fuck. “A horror movie.”

You can feel Moze’s stare burn into dermis, sizzle a bit, then singe your very bones.

“That’s an— unconventional idea,” Sunday coughs, and you remind yourself that angels are way meaner than you’d expect. 

“If you think it’s ill-founded, then I would like to remind you our professor’s maturity doesn’t necessarily mean he’ll enjoy an orthodox style,” you argue, suddenly remembering that angels are also ill-suited for debates and ‘gotchas’, and also that incubi can honey their tongue to saccharine degree.

Fuck. You’ve really spent too much time in the human realm. 

Before Sunday can get a word in, you keep talking, desperate to look enthusiastic to discuss incubi and possibly give yourself away. “If it’s being entered into the Film Festival, a mockumentary or a horror film could be both informative and entertaining. Or even a silent film.”

“It’s succubi and incubi,” Moze mutters. “If there were more people I’d bet there’d be one group submitting porn.”

You stifle a cough, but you don’t think you did it well. 

“What, with Hopkins as the intended audience?” you glance at him, and see the traces of laughter on his mouth, and suddenly your own feels somewhat dry. Just a little. 

“Yeah, imagine,” he matches your airy tone—and the proximity forces your heart to lapse. Just a little. 

Sunday’s glare bores into both of you. “Can the two of you take this seriously? We are absolutely not doing that.”

If you ever forgot he was an angel, this is a poignant reminder. Should you squint, you think you can see a faint halo around his head, but that could also honestly just be the library light causing the incandescence. 

“Yes, which is why we should do horror or a mockumentary,” you interrupt. This is the only fight you’d ever attempt with an angel, and boy do you deserve a medal for it like the humans do. “The topic isn’t particularly… uh… safe for work, so horror would convey the right message that we investigate in each class, while still having space for detail. Think something like found footage horror films or something.”

“You raise a good point,” Sunday deliberates—if there was anything good to say about angels, it would be that they are gracious with their concessions. Some concessions. “Fine.”

Fine. 

Fine.

Fine. 

With glee, you save the moment to brag about when you next visit downstairs. I got an angel to agree with me. 

But simultaneously, you compose your face, knowing the next item on the agenda will inevitably be the very topic of the proposal. 

Suddenly, you no longer feel the glee of just a minute ago. 

Oh shit. 

[sesamenom]

more on the maglor through history not-really-au: the Dagor Dagorath happens in 2022 of the Seventh Age. Melkor drops into aman and lands where mordor used to be (which is now approximately the middle of the mediterranean. i'm going to assume he can swim) and trudges over to valinor to fight the Host.

on the way there he crosses over the West of middle-earth (western europe) where the last elves/only line of defense is Maglor, Daeron and Cirdan.

(tumblr is cropping weirdly so click for quality/full image)

maglor as pictured above is actually partway-through-dagorath-preparations maglor and not during-dagorath maglor because during-dagorath maglor is basically just Regular maglor.

out of all of them daeron probably took to modern fashion the best? Maglor just likes being the fashionable one but Daeron actually likes that his jacket has a hood now. he dyes his hair various colors so he can pass any Weird Maiar Hair stuff off as just a fashion thing, and maia-shapeshifts to hide his Elf Eyes and maia face markings. also he Aggressively Flutes at melkor while wearing his sweater vest.

cirdan's modern outfit is just his normal one slightly adapted to blend in better. also he's had that 25,000-year-old belt since cuivienen and has ship-of-theseused it at least forty times. he went with a slightly less dramatic version of the maglor route to hide his Elf Eyes (regular sunglasses).