#theatre!au

[blackknight-100]

MAHABHARAT THEATER!AU FIC

Chapter 7 is up!

Excerpt:

[Arjuna] catches up to Karna at the landing and together, they make their way down the hallway. The smoke is somehow worse this time around, and every step feels like the last. There’s no sniping – neither of them have the breath to spare, but they keep throwing dirty glances at each other. The fire, instead of dying down, has grown even bigger, and little flakes of ash and wood float about in the air.  Karna peers into one of the rooms on the left, and Arjuna hears him wince. The door has collapsed, and a bar of wood burns diagonally across, making it impossible to get inside. Arjuna pokes his head behind Karna’s shoulder, waits for his stinging eyes to adjust. Through the pall of smoke, he makes out a prone figure sprawled on the ground, clad in white.

[cozones-hellhole]

Had a thought

Ramblings about this au + textless below the cut, if you guys like this then I'll expand on it more and potentially make a blog

THEATRE!AU

AU revolves around Gangle forcing the others to live out different plays, fanfics, musicals, etc, all for her entertainment.

Anyone who doesn't perform to her liking is used as a set piece.

Misc/gen concepts -

--Caine is a person, not an AI, Gangle is the AI here

--Jax is often put into the most embarrassing/tormenting roles

--Ragatha is put into the nicest roles

--Kinger is put in the comedic relief roles(despite him being a bit more serious in this au)

--Pomni is used as the main character in her plays, but often is just a side character in her other shows

--Zooble, while not having the best roles persay, is treated the best by Gangle outside of performances, as she sympathizes slightly with their physical situation. Because of this, Zooble also often has the most laid back roles

--Abstracted characters are used as the audience

--Bubble, while still an AI, is used for things backstage(lighting, props, etc)

--The Sun and Moon are used for, well, night and day

If I develop this AU further, then what character would you want to see the design of next? Believe it or not they're all slightly altered from their original designs

Anyways have a good day thank you for reading my rambles

[seren-dipitous-art]

Jason, edgelord since day one. Who also happens to read classic literature. Wearing leather even in medieval times because of course he is. Don’t ask me how he got those soles on his boots.

Still to come are yet more bats who can’t sit straight.

[vypridae]

misc sun x moon im soo normal (lie)

[pachimation]

the harbinger theatre troupe decided to put on a production of the nutcracker this year! now if only the choreo choices weren’t so questionable,,,,,

[broadwaylewzur]

its hip to be square

[paperback-rascal]

What if Crosshair has aversion to raw seafood (especially fish) after being stranded on Kamino for 32 rotations? Let's face it - raw fish were most likely his main source of sustenance after rations run out (if he even had any).

There will be most likely a journey ahead of him, as people of Pabu seem to be predominantly fisherfolks. He could have a hard time going to the lower levels of Pabu or at least avoiding going out at certain times of the day when fishermen unload their catch.

Also as calming as fishing together might seem to Wrecker, first few times were extremely taxing for the sniper.

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STAR WARS: The Clone Wars/The Bad Batch © George Lucas/ Dave Filoni/ LucasFilm/ Disney

[zu-is-here]

kawaii <3

[bachelorisland]

ducktales if it was epic

[angellic4l]

la vita è bella - s.r

in which; sunshine!bau!reader and season2!spencer see a foreign film together after work.

content: fem!reader and season2!spencer, they’re so in loveee, fluffy fluff, mentions of drinking but no one actually does it, brief mention of spencer’s germaphobia, mention of the holocaust and ww2.

a/n: i wrote this all in one go bc my draft that i’m working on is so not ready, so i apologise if it’s bad. also, la vita é bella means life is beautiful, the Italian name of the film, which is why i called the fic that. WAIT I JUST READ IT AND I NEED TO SAY I DON’T THINK ELLE IS MEAN I LOVE ELLE! anyway, kisses!!

After a pretty rare, uneventful day at the BAU - just hours of paperwork, filing, reports, and a lot of team banter - the team of profilers begin to pack up. Coats are lifted from the backs of chairs, bags slung over shoulders, chairs put under desks, and a chorus of contented sighs coming from the agents.

The team, bar Hotch and Gideon, begin to make their way to the elevator together, walking in a huddle on their way out of work while making light conversation about their plans, considering everyone’s getting out early today.

“I say we all go the bar, a few drinks, maybe some darts, and lots of fine women,” Morgan suggests with a smirk, patting Spencer on the back when he says ‘fine women’.

Elle and JJ laugh, the thought of Spencer trying to talk to ‘fine women’, as Morgan called them, an amusing thought to the two of them.

Spencer, who’s walking in between you and Morgan, pushes his glasses up his nose with his index finger, his face sporting one of his infamous looks you’ve come to know, his brows furrowed as he silently questions Elle and JJ’s laughter.

“Actually, I was going to go and see a foreign film downtown, if any of you want to come. It’s an Italian film, but I can whisper translate, called ‘Life is Beautiful’, which is kind of ironic because it’s about a Jewish man and his son becoming victims of the holocaust, but-“ Spencer’s cut off by a comment from Elle about him being ‘dorky’, his face loses the small smile he’d had while talking about the film, and his once gesturing hands fall to his sides.

You think your heart might’ve actually shattered at the sight, Spencer’s dejected look never becoming easier to see, no matter how many times you do see it. The other three agents agree to go to the bar together while you and Spencer remain silent, walking in step with each other.

“You coming, sunshine?” Morgan asks, looking past Spencer to gaze at your face, Elle and JJ turning their heads slightly to look at you stood behind them, all of you coming to a stop at the elevator doors.

“No, I think I just want to have a quiet night in. I hope you guys have fun, though,” you reject them, a small smile on your face because only you know what you’re actually going to do.

── ࣪˖ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ──

All of you step out of the FBI building, JJ, Morgan, and Elle splitting off to head to the bar, Spencer walking through the parking lot and starting his journey to the metro station, while you wait for the other 3 to be gone.

It’s not because you’re embarrassed of Spencer, no, you wouldn’t have cared about offering in front of the others, but you knew he’d probably be teased for it, and that’s the last thing you want. He’s so sweet to everyone, unbelievably kind to you, but everyone teases him regardless. It hurts your heart every time he goes quiet after being told to ‘shut up’ or someone comments on his rambling.

Once you’re sure Morgan, JJ, nor Elle are in earshot, you hurry over to Spencer’s slender figure that’s slowly dissipating, emerging with the dark night sky, becoming nothing but a shadow as he gets further.

“Spence! Wait, come back!” You call out, quickly realising his long limbs are no match for you and he was getting further by the second.

Spencer stops almost immediately, spinning on his heels when he hears your voice. He could recognise it anywhere, your sweet, melodic voice engrained into his brain; it’s one of his favourite things about you, how each word you speak seems to be infused with honey, ringing out sweet and soft.

Although, even if your voice is sweet and soft, despite the fact that you’re shouting, adrenaline spikes in his body - Why are you shouting him? Are you hurt? Are you okay? - the questions plague his mind, increasing his heart rate faster than anything ever has before. That’s saying something, considering he sees dead bodies, crime scenes, and confronts serial killers almost weekly.

Spencer’s legs have carried himself over to you before he’d even processed it, his own mind had distracted him, thoughts had clouded his head, and he only realises he’s stood in front of you and that you’re okay when he hears your melodic voice again.

“Spence? Spencer? Are you okay?” You ask, brows furrowed ever so slightly and pink lips pouted to express your concern for the brunette boy.

You didn’t ask him to ‘snap out of it’, make a joke about him being stuck in his big brain, or say ‘are you even listening?’. No, you just asked if he was okay. Spencer smiles softly at that, another gentle reminder that you really are an angel personified, despite his agnostic beliefs, regardless of whether he prays to a God or not, you are angelic to him.

“Yeah, yes, I’m okay,” Spencer reassures you, the soft smile on his face still there as he looks down at you. His brain catches up after he stops being dazed by your seemingly divine presence, in his opinion.

“You called me over, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s okay. Could I come and see that movie with you? I know some Italian and you said you’d whisper translate.”

Standing in the middle of Quantico’s parking lot, the pair of you clad in thick coats due to the recent spike in cold weather, your head tilted back so that you can look up at Spencer and his tilted down so that he can see you. You watch Spencer’s face go from a small smile to a full blown grin, his teeth peaking out from behind his pink lips making your heart warm in your chest, winter weather aside.

“Yeah? You’re serious?” Spencer asks, you nod.

“I’ll drive us there, no need for the metro. I’ll take you home, too,” you say, dangling your keys on your ring finger. The pair of you begin to walk to your car as Spencer explains what the movie is about, not being cut off this time.

In the car on the way there, he starts to talk about WW2, rattling off all of the details he knows about it, mainly ones he thinks will be relevant for context to the film. Smiles rest on both of your faces as he does so, his hands moving frenetically as he talks. When you know what he’s talking about, you’ll wait for him to finish before talking yourself, but mostly, you just listen to him.

Spencer stays true to his word and whisper translates the film to you, his voice in your ear something you like much more than you probably should, close proximity between the two of you because of it. His head is tilted towards you, lips by your ear but not so close that all you hear is his breath, Spencer’s very mindful of that.

At some point, you both reach for the popcorn between you without looking, his hand coming to rest on top of yours in the bucket. Suddenly, you’re very thankful for the dark room hiding the pink tint of your cheeks, completely unaware that he’s thinking the same thing.

Retracting his hand from the bucket quickly, he whispers a small “sorry,” secretly hating the loss of contact with your smooth, silky skin, warm fingers, no longer under his.

“It’s okay,” you reassure him quietly, eyes never leaving the screen in front of you for fear of him seeing the blush that’s painted your cheeks. You reach into your bag and hand him a hand sanitiser, knowing how he is with germs.

Spencer can’t help but wonder if you carry this just for him as he takes the clear bottle from his hands, reading the label as best as he can in the dim theatre and learning the hand sanitiser smells like vanilla. So do you, he notes, and he decides he doesn’t mind his hands smelling like you, in fact, he actually quite likes it.

An hour into the film, despite your best efforts not to, you succumb to sleep, the sound of Spencer’s voice in your ear every few seconds, the dim room, and how warm you are all lulling you into the unconscious state you currently find yourself in. Well, Spencer finds you in that state when your head drops to his shoulder, looking down at you through his glasses, and realising you’d fallen asleep.

He blushes at the sight of your head on his shoulder, the weight of it grounding him and sending him to some extreme height at the same time, your hair splayed over his shoulder making him smile to himself. In this moment, he decides that, despite all of the horrors he sees daily, the trauma he was subjected to growing up, and everything else in between, life is beautiful.

[puppetmaster13u]

Meme Prompts 14

[blackknight-100]

MAHABHARAT THEATER!AU FIC

Chapter 6 is up!

Excerpt:

Krishna flicks away an imaginary speck of dust from his clothes. His voice is studiously nonchalant when he speaks. “Certain things have happened that now compel Duryodhan to be rather nice to you.” “What,” Arjun asks, so flat that it is not even a question anymore. Swinging his legs over the parapet, Krishna settles down on them, spinning his flute in his hands – the picture of utter unconcern. Despite himself, Arjun has to marvel at his daring – a fall from the roof of Varnavrata is a one-way ticket to Yama’s Halls. “Hey,” Arjuna says, question forgotten. “Don’t sit there, it’s not safe.” “No?” Krishna’s eyes twinkle with amusement. “My dear Arjuna, you do not understand at all! A mortal feels truly alive only on the brink of death.” Arjuna can’t help but roll his eyes. “Be that as it may, I would rather you weren’t on the brink of death. Come away.” Krishna just laughs. He swings around, so both his legs are dangling on the roof, and then leans back towards the gaping void behind him. “Make me,” he taunts, and Arjuna thinks he is going to have a heart attack.

[cozones-hellhole]

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Theatre!Gangle

[tinfoil-jones]

Jerk Ford AU: Stanley Design

[Art by @tearosepedall]

"Please, you can just call me Stan. Dr.Pines is my brother."

A lot of stuff about Stan is mainly determined by the artist because I don't know anything about the education system, and Stan is a teacher.

Quick facts:

He has a PhD in Chemistry, and a Masters Degree in Education.

Chemistry was the only scientific discipline Stan and Jerk Ford had in common. But Stan's specialty is Analytical Chemistry, while Jerk Ford's specialty was in Biological Chemistry.

His adopted son Soos is a former student, and currently the drama instructor (Stan sometimes works with the theatre department)

Wendy is also former student and his current Teachers Assistant (TA).

He was Gideons teacher the latest school year.

Anyone who grew up in Gravity Falls in the past three and a half decades has had Stan as their teacher at least once

Design Notes:

He's taller than canon Stan and has proper, straight-backed posture. He doesn't slouch.

His hair is long enough he can pull it into a ponytail or a braid. He leans more towards the latter during the summer with the twins because of Mabels love for braid-trains.

During the school year, if he's working at the elementary school instead of the middle or high school, he'll wear different hair clips/pins to amuse the students. During the summer with the twins, Mabel makes little hair clips for him that match the design of her sweater for the day so they can match with each other.

His zodiac symbol is on a hidden necklace.

Stan in the image is using a marker board tap method to get students to quiet down or pay attention to the board.

Sea Grunk Era outfit TBD.

[coolgrl111]

Can you do the theatre kid actress one with art pretty please 🫶🫶 (you are SOO funny these posts have me giggling and kicking my feet every time)

YES!!! anon you are literally me. this one makes me so happy omg. i’m sooo sorry to be basic and make it heathers but i just thought it would be funny and it’s well known anyway so that’s fun

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[pachimation]

chscr theatre au dynamic is basically “guy who says line! every three sentences x guy who’s gonna ram the script book up the first guy’s ass if he says line! one more time” and i think thats great