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[numerous-bees-in-a-skin-suit]

something quick I did for a friend!!

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

AU where the Axolotl sends Bill to the mystery shack for rehabilitation after spending some time in the Theraprism

(OG AU is by waty_mot on Twitter)

[shrimpchipsss]

the professors shen are fighting again

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Game night ruined.

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[karter-kat]

New Years Eve Party, 2006.

[dangerousbride]

Big package 📦😳 || (Extra)

[meamiiikiii]

ways to wear a coat ft a reverse entry au siffrin

(also i am referring to the modern office / reverse isekai loop au as the reverse entry au moving forward)

(it is a clever wordplay that encapsulates both ideas i promise)

bonus:

silly tiny bonus for those who click read more ADFSAFASAS

[acgames]

It cracks me up how giddy happy Edward becomes once he gets to rob someone or to loot something. You precious kleptomaniac child of mine... <3

[eli-am-confused]

Howard doesn’t want to admit what he’s reading so he tells Eddie a lie. Eddie does not believe him

2/3

Again could I have stopped here? I mean yeah but again I wrote so many words in my notes.

Words under the cut

Picture one

Howard: It’s a… uh… history or politics? I’m… studying to become… the president?

Picture two

Eddie: Really Howie? You? The president of the United States of America?

Picture three

Eddie: Next you’ll say that Bailey’s gonna be a cop, Gary’s gonna become the towns only lawyer,

Picture four

Eddie: little Ed’s gonna adopt a squirrel that fits in his ratty old hoodie pocket, and I’m gonna marry some rich guy I met in an underground fighting ring for kids with super powers.

[wolfylch]

Merry Christmas TTCC nerds!! 🎄✨️💕

[happybunnykat]

I think Jmart would work really well in a Pride and Prejudice au bc I think Jon proposing to Martin while insulting him would be funny.

[angeliques-horrorshow]

I'm glad to introduce to everyone the first official artwork for my TADC AU

🎤The Amazing Digital Rockband🎸

Meet Pomni!

Pomni, Age 26, is the lead vocalist of the band, although the position was unwanted initially. With her loud and proud demeanor and somewhat imposing presence when on stage, it became clear quickly that the spot was meant for her.

Pomni initially wanted to be the bands bassist and to provide backing vocals, but on many gigs played and studio recordings, it became clear that she was a much more dominanting presence on the mic than anywhere else.

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AAAAAA I'm so GLAD this is finally finished. The speedpaint will be posted separately for any of those that would like to see the complicated process I went though trying to figure out proportions and making everything look pleasing.

I have a note where I'm currently building out everyone's position in the band and I'm so excited to get to the rest of the gang!!!! I think you'll all very much enjoy the designs I have in mind for them all.

everything in this au will be tagged with #the amazing digital rockband

ps, why are shoes so hard to draw

[dyslexic-mess]

Suits and Stars AU part 2

(Part one)

Suits where not really Dannys thing.

For one, the shoulder pads made him look much too square for his liking. The fitted waist was all to exposing and three layers? Absolutely not. As he approached the building, a shimmering skyscraper that practically screamed ‘you can’t afford to look at me’, Danny decided it wasn’t worth the hassle and took off his blazer. A vest and tie where enough, right? Besides, its not like he actually worked there. The dress code wasn’t really his problem beyond looking vaughly like he fitted in.

The stiff fabric hooked over one arm, he strutted into the building with all the zeel of a man who worked a wall street office job.

“Nicholas Halden” he said to the receptionist, putting his hands in his pockets as she clicked on her computer. “Your not on the system” she replied, eyeing him suspiciously. “First day.” he countered, easily. “Inturn?” damn, what was this girl, a cop? Danny brightened his smile a little more “new P.A, actually”

She gave him one last look over her glasses, scanning him. “I don’t have any ticks or fleas. Promise.” He crossed his heart with that, leaning into his smile so it became more of a smirk. The woman finally cracked a little, huffling through her nose with an up turned lip before flipping through a folder. She handed him a lanyard “make sure you keep it that way, Mr. Halden” Danny took it and began to walk backwards in one motion, towards the security gates. “Nick” he offered. She finally smiled at him. “Nick.” she corrected in a slightly warmer tone. “Get a proper security pass before next week”

“Will do!” He responded as he turned to walk properly, shooting a finger gun over his shoulder as he did.

Receptionists. They held the keys to the castle and they knew it. Thinking about it, Danny would rather get grilled by a cop. They where easier to charm.

The office itself managed to be both claustrophobic and far to big. Rammed with people in suits of varying quality, tapping on keyboards and scribbling on paper. They chattered to each other about one thing or another and it was absolute murder on Dannys over sensitive ears. He fought the urge to cover them as he made for the office at the top, of course, that was sectioned off by a glass wall and a door twice as big as it needed to be.

He recognized his employer inside, looking more commanding in his own set of shoulder pads and dress shoes. Danny would almost believe you if you told him this guy and the tussled looking dude from last night were different people. Almost.

They were still the same in some very key ways. The tightness in his movements, the way his eyes scanned his surroundings so he noticed Danny long before he approached and, of course, that scowly tilt to his brow that darkened his features and shadowed those mottled blue eyes.

It was a shame, really, and Danny found himself, briefly, wanting to make the man smile.

He did not smile when he clocked Danny. Infact, that serious scowl seemed to deepen slightly as he waved him in, dismissing the other men in equally stuffy suits he'd been talking to.

"You got past reception?" He questioned, seeming surprised. Danny shrugged "don't panic, most people wouldn't"

Tim just hummed, positioning his laptop so it faced away from his office facing window. He pulled up a very official looking document with 'Nicks' ID and employment files. "Nicholas Halden. That's a little on the nose" Danny crossed his arms. "Does that make you Burke?"

The other man snorted "yeah. It dose." He handed Danny another lanyard, this one looking more official than the 'guest' card he was wearing. "I'm not dumb enough to let a known criminal walk around without keeping tabs-"

"-I'm not known" Danny butt in, a little prideful. Tim waived a hand at him.

"I know. In any case, this'll track your movements."

"Your not a convicted fellon so you can leave it at the door at the end of the day but if your on the clock, your wareing this."

The way Tim was debriefing him made Danny wonder if the nervous, flighty looking man he'd met last night had been a mask. This guy was clearly no stranger to being in authority and had no problems dolling out orders. It was, in a way, reassuring. He just hoped Tim could back up his thunder.

He directed his attention back to the computer, where Tim pulled up work schedules, fake contact details and a bit of fabricated history for nick. Just in case.

"Nick is my new P.A, employed with good recommendation, on a probationary period. That gives you clearance to do most things on the grounds I asked for it. Just don't go abusing the privilege-"

Danny rolled his eyes, Tim didn't bother acknowledging it.

"You work the job. You find my rat. When we've tied the loose ends, Nick starts underperforming and we let him go."

It was Dannys turn to hum as he looked over the startlingly good fake documents. Damn, even tucker would struggle to produce something like this! Did it make him curious? Hell yea but for now he was gonna mind his business.

"Its a good plan" he commented, flicking through the tabs a few more times as he did. "Though I don't remember you mentioning I'd have to do actual work around here when we spoke last"

Tim glanced at him "What, think you can't handle it? Or do you just have an aversion to legit work?" Danny huffed and rolled his eyes again "whatever, sure. Book you a taxi and reserve you a restaurant between actually doing what you're paying me for. Piece 'a cake"

"Better be" Tim sighed, closing his computer. "This has a time limit. The-"

"Yeah, yeah, the longer they get away with it, the more confident they'll get in what they leak. I got it." Danny finished and Tim raised an eyebrow. "Don't do that infront of the other employees. You might not answer to me but Nick does." He dead panned.

Danny just gave another one of his easy smiles, picking up his new ID, which felt more like a tracking collar, and spinning it on one finger. "You got it, pretty boy"

Tim puffed out his cheeks in the biggest expression Danny had managed to get from him, pointing a finger in his direction as Danny went to leave. "And don't call me that either!" He called after him.

Oh yea. This was gonna be a fun couple of weeks.

(Part three)

[mixelation]

Tori the fifth hokage? (rebirth AU)

okay ngl. someone suggested this for an ask meme and i've been slowly warming up to the idea ever since. would she want to? no. would she be EVERYONE'S first choice? no. would minato look at all potential candidates and notice tori not only manages a shit ton of admin for her lab AND can manage the most insane conglomerate of personalities possible? unfortunately yes

[rosenallies]

If you wanna write Planymphia being useless lesbians I'd be into it 👀

the way I wanted to jump right in and write the smut scenario we talked about today <3 but I won’t at least for the first prompt to this lil au <3

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“Fucking dammit,” Jane huffed, stomping her foot petulantly as if acting like a child would unjam the copier.

“Do you need some help?” A voice came from behind her, one she didn’t recognize.

She rolled her eyes and turned to face the voice’s owner, ready to fire off a snotty remark, but the woman standing there momentarily took her breath away. She was absolutely gorgeous dressed professionally in a bright yellow pantsuit, it was nice to see someone else dressed nicely for once, the rest of her coworkers usually opting to look sloppy in jeans or leggings, besides Dawn who looked like she should work at the preschool down the street in her colorful attire she donned every day.

“I-um-it’s jammed,” she stammered, her accent coming out thick like it always did when she was nervous, a reminder of her Russian upbringing despite leaving the country as a young girl.

The woman smiled, opening up one of the drawers and yanking out a crumpled piece of paper. “That should do it,” she said brightly, a smile on her pretty lips, “I’m Nymphia by the way, I’m new.”

She extended her hand for Jane to shake, which she did, though awkwardly, or so she felt it was. “I’m Jane.”

Nymphia smiled. “Plain Jane,” she giggled, making Jane’s cheeks flush even though usually when anyone made that joke anger simmered under her skin, “it’s nice to meet you. Maybe I’ll see you at happy hour tonight? Everyone’s been so welcoming and I got invited to happy hour already!”

Jane inwardly cringed, annoyance at this beautiful and bubbly woman curling in her stomach. It took Jane at least 6 months of working there to be invited to the coveted happy hour, though people always did tell her she came across rough at times.

“Yeah, I’ll see you there,” she said, pressing her lips together before storming past Nymphia back to her desk.

“Were you a bitch to Amanda again? Did HR finally crack down?” Dawn, nosy as ever, asked after Jane had audibly huffed.

“No,” she rolled her eyes, “the copier was jammed.”

“Was? Why is that a problem if it’s fixed now?”

“Get back to your own work, Dawn,” she snapped only half intentionally.

Dawn only laughed. “Love you too, Janey.”

The rest of the day dragged on, a vision in yellow distracting Jane from her work.

Later that evening, Jane found herself three shots deep and feeling nothing but a buzz, screw her Russian lineage. Though, her new coworker seemed to drink and drink, getting more and more giggly as the night progressed. Everyone took to her like a moth to light. She was effervescent, charismatic and Jane hated that her eyes and attention stayed on her the entire evening. No way Jane could handle a crush like this, crushes led to dating and dating led to other things she didn’t have time for. Or dating led to a broken heart, and no way was she going to do that again. Besides, Nymphia could never like someone like her. Nymphia was everyone’s sunshine and while Jane was confident and loved herself, she simply knew that that just isn’t who she is. Jane was a lot of things, but being someone like Nymphia’s “other half” wasn’t it.

By the time the night ended, Jane found herself alone with Nymphia, the rest of her coworkers calling it a night but Nymphia never seemed to tire, her eyes sparkled as she spoke of her home and her family and friends back in Taiwan. Though, Jane finally had someone else to relate to coming from a different country, she didn’t share the same feelings about her home and her family. That didn’t stop her from listening intently as Nymphia spoke.

“You know, you’re really pretty,” Nymphia said at one point, drunkenly leaning against Jane on the wobbly barstool, making Jane rest her hands on Nymphia’s waist to steady her.

“Thanks, I get that a lot,” she replied dryly, only obviously a joke to her.

“I bet you do,” Nymphia said with a giggle and then sighed, “I suppose I should get home. I’ll see you around Plain Jane.”

Nymphia got up and stumbled a bit, Jane steadying her again. “Are you sure you’re okay? I could walk you home,” Jane offered reluctantly, Nymphia had already mentioned how close to the bar she lived.

“You would? That would be really nice,” Nymphia said with a sweet smile.

They walked in mostly silence, besides Nymphia’s drunk giggles she let out every now and again. She lived only a block away so they got there quickly, Jane couldn’t tell if she was relieved or disappointed.

“Thanks for walking me home, Plain Jane,” she said, winking and blowing a kiss before going inside and leaving Jane to her thoughts, which she pushed away until she was home and in bed, staring at the ceiling and unable to stop replaying every interaction she’d had with Nymphia that day.

She’d known her less than a day and Jane already knew she’d become a huge problem for her.

[just-le-person]

They seem nervous... but happy. My baby's are going to a Christmas party @xpau-official 's party to be exact! It's their first time outside of their dangerous universe, no wonder they're nervous. I hope they have a nice time.^^

I have a no text version. It'll be below

If you're wondering what their clothes say I'll tell you. Papyrus's sweater says "Merry Crisis" Sans's sweater says "Be Merry! (Before it's too late)"