#I have SO SO many thoughts about this au

[digitalmyyth]

Evil awful women and the blond guy who hangs out with them (he is also evil and awful)

[doctorsiren]

Thinking about how Iris knew Feenie, who was all 💖🥰🤭🤪 and then she sees him again 5 years later and he’s all 💀💥🫵😠

[ninety-two-bees]

jegulus secret dating au in which regulus is a famous actor and james used to be a famous singer until he disappeared from the public eye for his mental health and now just writes music for the love of his life

at least once a month, another article is published theorising about why regulus is always single or if he’s dating whatever random celebrity he has been seen with in public recently. and every month, he comes home to his boyfriend and they laugh about the articles together

and then they get married, and james is active on social media for the first time since disappearing just so that he can brag about marrying regulus. he still stays mostly out of the public eye, but any time anyone hears from him, it’s because he’s fulfilling his duty as proud trophy husband

[twiyke]

mutant cass is the creature that lives in my brain

[nauti-ca]

how im feeling abt 34 + some faroe au doodles

[daylight1ng]

that one family photo from the permit challenge but make it warrior cats au instead

[hayaku14]

kaito buying every ticket to every soccer game available just to see that excited look on shinichi's face

[oleafia-art]

can i info dump about my south park au pls ??

basic premise is kyle stan and kenny run a paranormal investigation business where they’re trying to free the lost souls of south park from earth and into the afterlife. as u can see kenny is a ghost, his immortality curse finally broke ig. stan and kyle are both cursed to each free fifty ghosts in a year or else they’ll die, which is why they started this ghost hunting business in the first place. they live in stan’s shitty apartment for now and have to sleep on the singular mattress on the floor while kenny watches over them.

meanwhile cartman is scamming people by being a preacher/excorcist and “freeing people of their diseases” through “his faith in god” (he’s a faith healer). he’s forced butters to be his assistant in this scheme, and he has gotten quite rich from it. butters clearly isn’t very happy lmao.

these other two are more of supporting characters but wendy helps the boys with their ghost hunting when she can through science and stuff. meanwhile karen is desperately trying to find where her brother went (she doesn’t know he died).

also they are all 25 except for karen who’s 21

if yall like this i will draw more characters/random illustrations as well as make more detailed posts about the role of each character and the plot.

ALSO PLS CLICK ON THE IMAGES TO SEE THEM BETTER THE FIRST ONE IS CROPPED FOR SOME REASON :(

[veggieboxes]

more age swap stuff where teru is comphet for Twenty Eight years and dimple is an ageless baby

[cosmog-mcgee]

I genuinely don't know how I haven't found an AU where Sun & Moon are Muppets yet so I HAD to make one for myself. The silly guys !!

[dontbelasagnax]

Coruscant Ballet presents Romeo and Julien--a critically acclaimed, passionate retelling of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet with some twists--returning this season by high demand. Equally joyous and poignant in its queerness, Romeo and Julien tells the story of two young men from families that would rather think their sons dead than accept their love. Obi-Wan Kenobi and Cody Fett have captured our hearts with their evocative performance full to the brim with yearning and a love so deep that you'll feel it from the balcony seats. Mace Windu takes Prokofiev's score and gives the haunting despair hope. Combined with Shaak Ti's inspirationally beautiful and tender choreography that simultaneously challenges and subverts the standards of masculine and feminine roles in ballet, this is a production you don't want to miss.

@codywanweek day 3: dancer au

[prints available!]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

It's the 6 month anniversary of this blog! Check out these cool bugs I found.

(EDIT: Check out this amazing fanart by thecornermushroom!)

Part 2 - Part 3

[strawbubbysugar]

Two sides of an ever flipping coin.

Heads. You’d always felt like you’d been missing something. Another half. The impulse to your control.

Tails. You’d always felt like you’d been missing something. Another half. The control to your impulse.

Until one day, the flipping stopped, and the coin landed.

Exactly on its side.

@pillowspace

[demigod-of-the-agni]

It's the CoffeeBean gang of Mumbattan!!

(from left to right: Gayatri Singh, Pavitr Prabhakar, Hari Oberoi, Meera Jain, Flash Thompson)

[shirtdraws]

The night you disappeared from the organization, I opened a bottle of Petrus 1889 to celebrate

After uhh nine months (?) I bring more ada!chuuya content, woo!

[oh-katsuki]

a little zombie apocalypse katsuki!au drabble. my twd rewatch is giving me many thoughts...

cw: apocalypse au, reader is alone, mentions of death, implications of child death, grief mentions, reader is described as a "little thing" but that's more just the way katsuki talks, katsuki is a little gruff but he means well, guns, weapons, general apocalypse thoughts, mentions of zombies but we follow the "never call them a zombie" rule, katsuki and reader meeting for the first time, etc

the light of your fire is dim, embers burning low as you sit in a foldable chair beside it. you've got a metal spatula in your hand. you're not sure why you grabbed it when things went to shit, but panic does weird things to the mind. this, along with a few other oddities, are all you managed to take from your house when the world fell to ruin. everything else are things scavenged along the way or from people you'd met, joined, and lost.

the night is near silent and trees creak and crack like the hulls of great ships under heavy pressure, but the birds don't sing and nothing in the crowded wood you're taking shelter in makes a sound. well, except for you and the gentle crackle of your fire.

your head is on a swivel. it has been for months. ever since the outbreak, ever since the dead rose and began consuming and infecting the living, you've kept watch. a paranoid, never ending cycle that you suppose—if left on your own—will burn itself out. you swallow thick and return your attention to the fire, watching the tree line just in front of you for any hint of movement or monsters.

a branch cracks just behind you. a swift sound, followed by rapid footsteps. you stand, quickly turning your head, only to see a a figure a few feet away from you. they move quickly and the dancing light of the fire obscures their features from view. their eyes, most importantly. you can always tell if someone is dead or alive based on their eyes. in this light, should this stranger have that milky white film over them, you wouldn't be able to tell.

you make a small noise, something between a whimper and a shout, as the person comes to a stop in front of you and holds a gun directly between your eyes. the living. this person is alive. you're not sure at this point if encountering one of the dead would have been worse.

"drop your weapon," he says in a hurried voice. it's aggressive and threatening. it comes from deep in his chest.

you raise your shaky hands to your head quickly at the order, screwing your eyes shut as if looking in theirs would be a cause for attack.

"i-it's not a weapon!" you shout, voice cracking. "it's- it's a sp-spatula. it's a spatula."

the words are rushed and heavy, fear seizing your chest as you look down the barrel of the gun. the firelight glints off of it and you can make out the person behind the barrel's features. he's big, blonde under the grime, you think. a man. not the best thing to encounter alone at night in times like these.

you see him hesitate for a moment, eyes darting between you and the silver kitchen item in your hand. you drop it quickly.

"do you have a weapon on you?" he questions, voice a little less urgent.

you shake your head in response and then shakily look beside the chair. there's a knife there and a pistol with no bullets. you're a poor shot and you'd run out of ammo the previous week. he glances to it, the gun still raised at you, and sidesteps to grab them. when he does, he cautiously lowers the weapon. you start to lower your trembling hands.

then, as if struck by some realization, the man stomps towards the fire and you jump as he does.

"the fuck are you doing lighting a fire?" he says angrily. "those things may be dead, but they can still fuckin' see. that's a good way to get yourself killed."

he stomps out the fire as he talks, urgently stamping out what's left of the low-burning logs.

"i- i didn't think there were many in the area," you justify, furrowing your eyebrows as you step away from him.

"and that's a risk you want to take?" he says indignantly. you wonder briefly what business he has worrying about you.

"what do you want?" you snap, "my food? weapons? life? what is it?"

the man scoffs, "jesus, none of that."

you narrow your eyes and take a step back.

"not all people who camp out in the woods are good," he says. "but i sure as shit didn't expect to find some little thing like you alone lighting a damn fire. stupid."

"there were more," you say indignantly, like somehow that makes it better. "force of habit, i guess."

the man pauses for a moment as understanding passes between the two of you. it's a relatable feeling. everyone has lost someone now. you just happened to lose everyone.

"got a name?" he asks.

you hesitate in giving it to him before deciding what it could hurt. the man nods as if he likes the sound of it.

"i'm katsuki," he furrows his eyebrows. "you're alone?"

you nod, swallowing down the grief that pushes at your throat.

"wasn't always," you respond, "but yeah. now i am."

he nods his understanding.

"come with me."

"where?" you say instinctively, a defensive edge to your voice. katsuki looks at you like your stupid, or maybe it's pity, like you're a wounded animal. probably both.

"where the fuck do you think?" he retorts. "we've got a camp a little ways from here. i saw your fire from one of the watch posts we have stationed around the place."

you look at him like he's a little crazy for even thinking to bring you there.

he scoffs and rolls his head over his shoulder. "look, we've got men and women," then he pauses, "used to have children. we're not gonna hurt you. world's gone to shit, do you really wanna keep at it alone?"

he's probably right. you've been alone for weeks now, exhausted for longer, and though your common sense tells you not to go off with a strange man in this kind of world, the promise of community is far too tempting. you nod and glance back to your camp. a measly collection of supplies.

"we'll come back for it when it's light," he says. "i don't know about you, but i'd rather not spend longer in these dark ass woods than i have to."

"okay," you say. the presence of another person both sets you on edge and makes you feel the fatigue even more. a gun's barrel on your nose followed by the promise of safety and you're going with him? you must be stupider than a horror movie protagonist. "do you take in a lot of strays?"

katsuki looks over his shoulder and you think you see him smile a little at the phrase.

"if that's what you want to call it," he says begrudgingly. "me less than the rest." then, with a softer tone of voice, barely noticeable with the quiet whisper you both have been speaking at. "i'm sure the others won't mind one more."