#mta human au

[moderntimeadventure]

could we perhaps get more goth/alt designs of the peeps pretty please with a cherry on top

I wasn't sure who to draw for this but I did the girls because I feel like they already have pretty alt styles (if I had to label them I'd say Marceline's 80s punk, Bonnie's something like light academia/pastel goth, Phoebe is egirl and like lowkey goth, and HW is if scene emo met goblincore)

Also Finn doesn't seem like he had an emo phase but Phoebe definitely did and tried to rope him in with her

[majorpepperidge]

MTAS Ray notes and General Vibes for Exile AU chicanery

gonna slap a readmore on this sucker cuz there's gonna be a lot of discord screenshots!! I never write this shit down in a place that matters. That's the AuDHD baybee!! There may also be a smattering of general PenRay thoughts in here as well, but it's all relevant I prommy.

Posting the oldest stuff first, so you'll see some revisions and tweaks as it goes on to where I've got it at the time of posting. Much thanks to @antiloquist for listening to my ramblings. Also gonna ping @ottersqueaks for being a supporter in general (and the person who bought me the game in the first place. Truly the puppet master that cursed my dick) and @clumsyprophet for querying about my ideas. I await the Judgement of The Council.

Realizing I haven't really capped any discussion of Pen's side of things but BASICALLY I subscribe to 'test-tube baby specifically made to be a perfect soldier/weapon and had tiger DNA meshed into his genetic code as an experimental step' theory for Pen and he grew up in cold, clinical/scientific labs and boot camps and couldn't really develop a self-identity due to this. Once he's stationed outside of Duvos in Sandrock, a lot of his preconceived notions of the world (that the Empire taught him which obviously had a very propaganda-based tilt) began to crack. Juuuust a little. Every so often he begun to think about himself, and not in the usual way of vanity. But of course, it's all very brief and not thought about often until this Strange New Builder shows up and catches Pen's eye. He can tell she holds back in fights, that she's constantly on edge, that she's not entirely human. She's like him. Yet this Builder, this Skinny Arms, this...Ray. She has kindness. She has light and warmth and how is it that she could learn those things and put them out into the world when she likely went through much the same hell as he did? Moreover, how can she smile and laugh so sincerely around Pen, when the same act he's put out toward everyone else has kept them at a healthy arm's length? And why does he yearn so hard for that attention she gives him? Maybe....maybe, of everyone in this entire world, maybe she could understand him. Perhaps even help Pen understand himself.

Alright I think that's enough. Thanks for reading, Pen Liker Nation

[myz-wykkyd]

Rosalie Wilde Masterpost

6/3/2024: Masterpost for one of my main ocs, Rosalie Wilde! Though primarily used for farming sim related content, Rosalie is a multiverse oc with many aus. Below the cut you will find basic information about her and her various universes, a list of tags, completed memes, trivia, and other content relating to her.

BASICS  Full Name: Rosalie Wilde

Rowdy Rose (MLP)

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: Adult | 28 Date of Birth: February 14th | Spring 14th, PY 70 (MTAS) Place of Birth: Verse Dependent | Sandrock (MTAS) Occupation:  Verse Dependent

Privateer (Red Rising)

Captain of the Lady's Secret (Red Rising, Pikmin)

Space Explorer (Pikmin)

Builder (MTAS)

Farmer / Rancher (MTAS, MLP, Pikmin, DND, Pokemon)

Paladin/Warlock (DnD)

Species:  Verse Dependent

Human (Farming Sims, MTAS, Pokemon)

Pink (Red Rising)

Sheep (CoTL)

Koppaite (Pikmin)

Half-Elf (DnD)

Height: 5’3" (160 cm) Weight: ~145 lbs Body Type: Feminine, athletic. Surprisingly strong. Eye Color: Seafoam Green Hair Color: Pink

PERSONALITY & SKILLS  MBTI: ENFJ | The Protagonist Written Description:

Possessed with a beguiling combination of grace and grit. Rosalie exudes an air of sophistication, with the comportment one would expect from a lady who grew up in high society. She is highly intelligent, well-initiated in matters of social etiquette, and her manners are immaculate- or at least, they are most of the time. However, despite her feminine bearing, there’s a certain, rough edge to everything she does that hints at her adventurous spirit. For all her elegance, Rosalie has a wild side that can't be tamed.

A fiery young woman whose adaptability and resourcefulness make her a force to be reckoned with in any realm she sets her sights on, which has served her well in life considering her propensity for diving into every challenge that presents itself head first. But even when faced with failure her determination and never-give-up attitude means she always finds a way to recover from her mistakes- and turn a dire situation back in her favor.

Down-to-earth, resourceful, and dependable, Rosalie is a hard-worker who isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty.

She has a comically quick temper- and her fearsomeness during these moments have earned her a reputation for being quite frightening. Those who know her best would consider it understandable, but not all together warranted. Because while her anger is something to fear, it only flares in moments it’s truly warranted- generally in the face of cruelty, injustice, arrogance, or laziness. In such circumstances, Rosalie never hesitates to speak her mind, stand up for what’s right and swiftly ensure that the perpetrators correct their mistake. She has an incredible wit and is quick to deliver biting comebacks. When it comes down to it, she’s a surprisingly skilled fighter.

While her headstrong nature rubs some people the wrong way, it's impossible to ignore that her actions stem from a fierce desire to protect others. Though she’s admired for her bravery, occasionally she can be perceived as stubborn.

Her feistiness ironically belies a warm, affable disposition. At her core, Rosalie is a charming young woman who is full of life and spirit- and her infectious energy lifts the spirits of all those around her.

Rosalie is known to have a fondness for animals and the environment, she cherishes children, and is a supportive and understanding friend who cares deeply about her loved ones. She is often the first person to offer support to those who appear to be struggling, and is not afraid to sacrifice her own time or comfort to help those she cares about without ever expecting anything in return.

RELATIONSHIPS Father: Russel Wilde (MTAS) Mother: Winona Wilde (MTAS) Siblings: Unnamed Half-Brother (MTAS) Other Relatives: - Theodore (Stepfather; MTAS)

Closest Friends: - WIP

Notable Partners:

Logan (MTAS)

Owen (MTAS)

Kjeld (Multiverse) | Owned by r0b0tak @ DA

NOTES

WIP

WIP

ROSALIE'S TAGS

oc: rosalie wilde

art: rosalie wilde

oc inspo: rosalie wilde

ship: rosalie x logan

ship: rosalie x owen

ship: rosalie x kjeld

ALTERNATE UNIVERSES & TIMELINES

au: rosalie wilde (mtas)

au: rosalie wilde (MLP)

au: rosalie wilde (pokemon)

au: rosalie wilde (pikmin)

au: rosalie wilde (red rising)

au: rosalie wilde (cyberpunk)

au: rosalie wilde (dnd)

au: rosalie wilde (minecraft)

au: rosalie wilde (cult of the lamb)

CHARACTER SHEETS & MEMES

Primary Reference

My OC in Symbolism (OLD)

Character Inspiration (OLD)

(General) Rosalie Questions 1

(General) Rosalie Questions 2

(MTAS) Rosalie Questions 1

(MTAS) Rosalie Questions 2

META & PERSONAL REFLECTIONS

WIP

VIDEOS & CLIPS

WIP

[siberiasiren]

did I rlly draw my monster characters in halloween outfits in a human au? yes

[jaskiers-sweetkiss]

Worth It

Pairings: Dousy, background Pepperony, FitzSimmons, Philinda, Mackelana, and Huntingbird  

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of gun use, mentions of ptsd, light swearing

a/n: Here’s my soulmate au for day 6 of @aosficnet2 ‘s AoS AU August! It’s got Modern Man!Daniel Sousa based on Enver’s appearance as a police officer in The Avengers. 

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Daisy “Quake” Johnson - Inhuman, hacker, Agent of SHIELD, and now she could add “Avenger” to her list of descriptors. The agent hadn’t been entirely surprised when she’d received an impromptu meeting with Director Nick Fury about her powers. At the time he had told her he was putting together a team, a group of people with super-human abilities that would work together to defend the world if the threat arose. She had signed on, she was already a SHIELD agent and she’d had plenty of training with her ability from her mom growing up at Afterlife, but she never met the team. Well, until about 24 hours ago. They were a bit of a nightmare (a complete shitshow if she was being blunt), none of them had worked together before so it was no surprise that they were butting heads. Daisy got along just fine with Natasha Romanoff aka the Black Widow as the two of them had crossed paths from time to time within SHIELD, but she couldn’t say the same for scientist Bruce Banner (the Hulk), billionaire Tony Stark (Iron Man), or the first-ever superhero Steve Rogers (Captain America). Of course, now they were also dealing with a Norse god of thunder who was supposedly good and his brother who was apparently bad. Thor, Stark, and Rogers: three massive egos in one aircraft. 

Judging by the footage they were streaming from the museum Loki was more than just bad. Daisy had always been wary of powers, her mom had taught her that. Power was extremely dangerous when put in the wrong hands, that’s why Afterlife was so selective in choosing who got to go through terrigenesis. Loki was clearly the wrong hands and even though she really hated the men she was surrounded with, if they were the world’s only hope then she’d put up with them. 

“So you expect me to believe there is life on other planets?” 

Daisy sighed, trying not to get too frustrated. The man had been in the ice for seventy years, he missed a lot and probably had no reason to expect that “aliens” existed. Of course, she had known the truth since she was a child: not only was it highly probable that life existed elsewhere in the galaxy, but she was part-alien herself. Of course, no one else knew that. Inhumans were a secret from the rest of the world and it would need to stay that way. 

“Oh, I’m sorry Seismic Activity, did you know that already?” Stark asked sarcastically, raising a brow at her and she rolled her eyes. 

“It’s Quake, actually, and yeah, I knew that, statistically, it was highly probable that alien life exists,” she bit back, glaring at the man, “Just about everyone in this century knows that.” 

“Agent Johnson if you have some sort of issue with when I was born then you should just come out and say it,” Cap said, a frown on his face as he sat up in his chair. 

“Look, I couldn’t give two shits whether you were born yesterday or a thousand years ago, I just don’t think we really have time to be debating extraterrestrial life right now,” Daisy said, fighting the urge to roll her eyes again as she gestured to the holoscreen displaying Loki’s cell.  

“She’s right, gear up.” Director Fury said. Daisy wasn’t sure when he had entered but she was glad he was taking her side. “We’re under attack.” 

Daisy nodded, rushing out of the room to find her gauntlets and her weapons. It wasn’t a great idea to quake on a giant helicarrier so she’d probably be fighting old school. 

“Woah, what the hell is that Johnson?” Natasha Romanoff was sneakier than Fury and Daisy hadn’t even known she was in the room until her wrist was tightly in the woman’s grasp. 

She sighed, tugging her arm out of the redhead’s grip and slipping on her gauntlet to cover the writing. The marks weren’t uncommon, most of the world had them. They developed at age 16 and were usually the first words your soulmate said to you. However, not everyone got one or soulmates died and SHIELD specialized in utilizing the soulmark-less. That’s not to say there weren’t agents with soul marks in the organization, for ordinary agents SHIELD held a mostly don’t ask, don’t tell policy. Typically the only way to get into high-risk assignments like the Avengers was to prove the lack of a soulmate, but of course, the Avengers were less than typical. 

“They make exceptions for people with powers.” She brushed it off, slipping on her other gauntlet. 

“That doesn’t change the fact that you’re connected to someone,” Natasha argued and Daisy huffed, turning away. 

“Stark’s got a mark, and he’s actually met his soulmate. If something happens to me mine’ll never know what they missed.” 

Daisy quickly slid her various knives and guns into place in their holsters before leaving, effectively putting an end to one of the worst conversations she’d had in a while. She didn’t need the Black Widow to guilt-trip her, she had herself for that. She’d heard the stories about the pain people felt when their soulmate died and it often kept her up at night, but right now she had a job to do and she’d be damned if she sacrificed the world for one person she hadn’t even met. 

Of course, her dedication to the cause hadn’t mattered much, she still wound up on the floor of the helicarrier with Phil Coulson bleeding out. She didn’t know the man super well, but he was usually the agent present whenever an 0-8-4 was discovered and since Daisy was something of an 0-8-4 herself, they crossed paths pretty frequently. She knew he was an upstanding and kind man, she knew he was a good agent, and she knew he didn’t deserve to die like this. 

It wasn’t long until Fury came and swept him away and Hill ushered her back into the briefing room where some of the others were gathered. They all looked worse for wear and apparently they were about ready to give up. The Hulk was gone, Loki had jettisoned Thor from the airship, and he has the tesseract and would likely be taking over earth shortly. Daisy couldn’t believe it. 

“I just watched several good agents die, and you want to throw in the towel? Do you have any respect for yourselves?” She questioned, glaring at Rogers and Stark. 

She stormed out when she was met with silence, passing Fury in the hallway. She wanted desperately to change out of her skintight Quake suit and get cleaned up, but she wasn’t ready to give up the fight yet, opting instead to unzip the top half, tying the sleeves around her waist. She wandered around the ship like that, her sports bra the only thing covering her torso, before finding herself on the top deck, leaning over a railing. 

“Have you met them yet?” 

Daisy turned to see Rogers gesturing to her wrist where the words “Who the hell are you?” were written in a neat script. 

“Nah,” she shook her head, barely concealing her disappointment with a smile. 

“You’ll find them eventually, or they’ll find you.” He gave her a tight-lipped smile.

“Thanks for not berating me for risking my life while my soulmate is out there somewhere.” 

“Hey, I hid my makr to join a highly experimental drug trial and enlist in World War Two so I don’t have much room for judgment.” He joked and Daisy laughed, feeling a little better.

___

Daniel Sousa had been sure this would be another day at the station as he slipped his uniform over his shoulders, covering the soulmark on the back of his shoulder. Soulmarks appeared when a person turned 16, appearing at the place where their soulmate would first come in contact with them. The combination of the location of his mark and the words (“Probably your only chance at survival now let me go”) had always been a mystery to him though he hoped he would solve it soon. 

He took the subway to the station, just like he did every morning. Daniel was a police officer for the 99th precinct in NYC which was about a fifteen-minute subway ride away from his apartment. Despite its obvious flaws (thanks MTA), he liked taking the subway - it was more environmentally friendly than driving himself, it was much faster than trying to make it through New York traffic or walk (though sometimes he did walk when it was nice and his leg wasn’t bugging him as much), and the crowds increased the probability that he’d come across his soulmate. 

She wasn’t on the subway today again and so Daniel resigned himself to daydreams of how they might meet. He hoped it would be romantic, that she’d bump into him accidentally (it was the best way he could explain the back of his shoulder), maybe he’d catch her as she tripped over him and they’d lock eyes and she’d take his breath away. He pushed away the fears that she would be freaked out by his prosthetic or the fact that her words on his shoulder didn’t fit that scenario at all. He wanted their meeting to be perfect for her. 

He was ripped away from his thoughts by his partner, Jack Thompson, telling him they had to go check out a call downtown. There weren’t any detectives involved so it likely wasn’t anything serious- probably a noise complaint or something equally mundane.

Daniel had been right, the call was a typical noise complaint, easily solved and probably ignored as soon as they left the building (Jack bet they’d be back in 24 hours, Daniel gave it 32). However, he never could’ve guessed that when they went to climb back into the squad car a portal would open up in the sky and a bunch of space creatures would attack earth. Thompson grabbed the radio to inform the station of the situation. It took a few minutes of convincing (he didn’t blame them, he only believed it because he was seeing it) and a few more to figure out what to do (there really isn’t an official protocol for Hostile Alien Invasion) before they were told to stay put and that backup was on the way. 

Daniel reached for his gun, steeling himself for the fight he was sure he was about to be involved in. An alien invasion would be a really bad time for his crippling ptsd. Still, he was sure his hand would shake if he had to actually lift his gun, his finger would hesitate on the trigger, he’d have to fight to keep his eyes open because if he closed them all he’d see was Afghanistan. 

“Sousa you with me?” Thompson asked, snapping him from his thoughts. 

He nodded, letting out a shaky breath, when had he stopped breathing? 

Thompson nodded, more to himself than to Daniel, “Good, cause we’re going to get through this.” 

___

If she had been really thinking at all, she might’ve wondered if she was having an out-of-body experience as she moved through the streets of Manhattan with the purpose of a woman on a mission. The Avengers were scattered across the borough trying to fight the Chitauri with mixed success. It seemed like no matter how many they blasted, quaked, shot, or struck with lightning more kept coming through the portal. Daisy was taking out as many of the aliens as she could while trying to command the local police forces- badges or not, they were purely human and severely underprepared to fight this threat. Their services were more equipped to evacuate and protect the civilians. 

She hadn’t been paying attention when she knocked into someone’s shoulder. It was a police officer, she noticed, though where most of the officers she’d seen seemed ready to take on the Chitauri head-on, he looked terrified. 

“Who the hell are you?” The man questioned, quickly grabbing her wrist before she could run off. 

“Probably your only chance at survival now let me go.” Daisy bit back angrily and the man gasped, dropping her arm and backing away like she had burned him. 

“You’re- we’re-” The man stuttered and even though he could’ve been about to say anything (maybe “you’re Quake!” or “We’re gonna die!”) Daisy knew exactly what he meant. She knew from the burning sensation on the wrist he had been holding. He was her soulmate. 

“Oh my god, I don’t have time for this!” Daisy yelled angrily, quaking the alien that had appeared behind the man. 

She silently cursed fate or destiny or whatever was behind this for planning her soulmate meeting during a literal alien invasion. 

“Listen, I need you to leave the frontlines- spread the word: all officers are to evacuate as many civilians as possible. Focus on protecting them.” She ordered making an effort to put the world-altering event before the life-altering event she had accidentally just stumbled upon. 

“Who’s going to be there to fight?” 

Daisy quaked another approaching Chitauri soldier. “Leave that to the people with powers.” 

The officer nodded mutely, seemingly stunned into silence. 

“Sousa!” Another officer called out, “Quit chatting we have a job to do!” 

The dark-haired officer, her soulmate, nodded to the man and started to move away. 

“Officer Sousa!” Daisy called, taking steps backward herself, “Maybe we can get some coffee when this is all done?” 

“Sure but how’ll I find you?” He asked, turning back to stare at her hopefully. 

Daisy’s steps were picking up speed, the urgency of the day not lost on her. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll find you!” 

And with that she was off, turning on her heels and sprinting towards Stark Tower. 

___

Daisy stared at the computer monitor in front of her. It had been a few days since the Chitauri attack and while New York and her mental state was still a disaster, she needed to do this. The file she had found in SHIELD’s database was a welcome distraction, as was the handsome face staring back at her from the screen. 

Daniel Jordan Sousa. Born 1984 in Twin Falls, Idaho. Served one tour in Afghanistan before being discharged due to an injury resulting in the amputation of his left leg. 

She scrolled down to the contact information. 

Cellphone: (xxx)xxx-xxxx 

Bingo. 

Daisy: Hi, it’s Daisy Johnson, your soulmate? I was wondering if we could get that coffee?

She was surprised by how quickly he responded. 

Daniel: I’d love to! 

Daniel: btw how did you get my number? 

Daisy: It’s a bit of a story, mind if I tell you over that coffee?

Daniel: does 1:00 work? Maybe we could grab a bite to eat while we’re at it?

Daisy smiled before checking the time, 11 o’clock. She had two hours to get ready. 

Daisy: 1:00 sounds great. I know a cute place off 12th ave 

___

Daniel had no intention of pulling his soulmate from the field, he knew it was where she wanted to be and he’d never dream of taking it from her. However, he’d be damned if he wasn’t out there to watch her back. So, he joined SHIELD not long after they met. Despite his prosthetic, he climbed the ranks relatively quickly though Daisy wasn’t surprised. She had seen his record both in the military and the police force, Daniel Sousa was a damn fine agent. 

The two weren’t in any hurry relationship-wise. They had moved in together fairly quickly but even two years later they had yet to get engaged. It was a bit of an anomaly - soulmates were usually hitched within a year of meeting each other but Daisy didn’t really hold much stock in a piece of paper declaring their relationship valid and Daniel decided he really didn’t need that paper either as long as he still had Daisy. Besides, with their separate jobs at SHIELD, they didn’t really have much time to plan engagements or weddings. 

In 2014 the pair were recruited to an elite team by Phil Coulson, the man Daisy could’ve sworn had died in her arms, the man the Avengers were told had died. She had shaken her head at Fury when she found out. “You manipulative son of a bitch,” she had said though she had meant it fondly. Who knows what would’ve happened when the Chitauri invaded if he hadn’t done what he had. 

Daisy and Daniel joined scientist duo and soulmates Jemma Simmons and Leopold Fitz as well as Coulson’s soulmate Melinda May on the Bus, a giant plane Fury had given Coulson as reparations for his death. The team had its bumps in its initial missions but they quickly became a tightly knit family that only grew when Coulson took over as Director of SHIELD after the Hydra takeover. 

When Daniel finally proposed Jemma had been her maid of honor and Bobbi and Elena had been her bridesmaids. Likewise, Fitz had been Daniel’s best man and Mack and Hunter had filled out the rest of the groomsmen roles. It had been a small but beautiful wedding, Daisy’s mom had allowed them to have the ceremony at Afterlife and Coulson and May had been their officiants. 

Daisy had cursed fate when they met, but looking back she realized it was all worth it for this. 

___

a/n: I had no idea how to end this. Also, I have no clue where the 99th precinct operates in NYC (if it even exists) I just wanted to make a Brooklyn 99 reference. Though I’m realizing belatedly that B99 takes place in Brooklyn and probably doesn’t operate in manhattan but oh well.  

[occasionalfics]

touch every star (2)

main masterlist | thor masterlist | ao3 | previous | next

Pairing: Thor X Cinderella!Reader AU

A/N: To those who are reading, thank you! I’m so glad y’all are liking this 💖 Feel free to comment and message me with thoughts if you’d like!

Warnings: Lots of angst, a really, really shitty boss, but overall this is probably the most pure fic I’ve ever written?

Words: 2,643

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You’re cordially invited to Stark Industries’ Annual Christmas Extravaganza/Charity Gala. Donations optional, but appreciated.

She stared at the email, blinking mindlessly at it for at least three minutes. She’d never been invited to one of these galas before - she figured it was because she was just a secretary and couldn’t afford to make a donation for a charity gala.

But this year, she was on the list. She checked the addresses and CCs and, yup, this email had been personally sent to her. Personally - but most likely from an automated system. Still, hers was the only email listed to be sent to. Someone had put her email in there on purpose (or maybe an accident, but still...she was invited).

She wondered what she’d wear. She didn’t have anything black tie, didn’t have time or money to go shopping. Maybe Nat would have something. Or Wanda, but more than likely, Nat.

She couldn’t go, though. Could she? A secretary from the Accounting offices? Did she mean anything? Enough to be invited to the holiday gala?

Apparently, yes. She knew Nat and Wanda would insist on her going. Her two best friends were kind of like her fairy godmothers. They watched out for her whenever she needed them, encouraged her whenever she felt unsure or insecure, and promised to help her wherever they could. She’d done the same for them, but she was far less well off than they were.

After all, Nat was literally a model and Wanda was making a name for herself as a successful up and coming photographer. Y/N was just a secretary.

As if to remind her of that fact, Jasper Sitwell was suddenly standing in front of her desk. He cleared his throat and glared down at her, one eyebrow raised over the thick rim of his glasses.

“Are you going to sit there motionless all day or are you going to get to work?” he asked.

Man, she hated him. But he’d drilled into her head that he could ruin her with a simple few words. He’d told her nothing if not that he was in charge of her while she was on the clock, and if she didn’t do everything he asked, she’d be out on the street before she could make it to the lobby.

She moved immediately, picking up the papers from the night before to sort through them. “Sorry, Mr. Sitwell,” she muttered, starting piles across her desk for different people throughout the office.

“I saw you stayed late last night,” he said, a little less abrasive but just as cool. “Got everything done?”

She nodded. “Yes, Mr. Sitwell.”

“Good.” She looked up at him in time to see him pull out two sheets of paper, which he placed in her inbound box on the corner of her desk. “I want all of this finished on time today.” With that, he walked into his office without so much as a second glance.

She sighed. The list from yesterday had been one page, single spaced, and it had still taken her almost twelve hours to complete. She’d skipped taking a lunch break and ate while she’d worked, too.

She could only imagine how long this list would take. But first, she still had to sort through the papers from last night and deliver them correctly.

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Thor had taken bits of pieces of his conversation with Frigga to heart. Just the parts that weren’t directly set up to make him feel guilty for having a high-energy, fast-paced job.

He knew he had to take care of himself. Better care, anyway. He knew he couldn’t sustain twelve and thirteen-hour workdays forever. And, as annoying as Frigga’s nagging about him starting a family was, he did want to start a family. 

He wanted a partner he could come home to, in all senses of the word. Someone kind and generous, that he could care for as much as they cared for him. A true partner. As much as he respected his parents’ relationship, he didn’t want what they had. He wanted something better.

And as he thought on that, his mind drifted to the girl from last night. It was silly of him to imagine her in that spot, given he literally didn’t even know her name, but he couldn’t help himself. Thor’d always been something of a Romantic - even in his college Frat years, he’d imagined a future with a real human, whereas most of his Brothers just wanted easy lays and Trophy Wives.

Loki had always poked his side for stuff like that. But Loki was Loki, and it was hard to know exactly what his idea of a perfect home might be one day.

Thor was thinking of that girl when Tony Stark himself made an appearance in his office. Normally, Tony called people to him, not the other way around, but they both knew Thor was a special circumstance. They were part of a little group of directors and executives - friends, really - so it wasn’t so much of a surprise to Thor that Tony was interrupting his daydream with a pristine white envelope.

“Most people got invites through their email, so appreciate my efforts to come down here. But this year, thanks to Steve, everyone is invited.”

Thor smiled and took the envelope, and despite knowing what was inside, opened it. The annual holiday gala was always a charity event, so usually it was their little group and the board of directors mingling with some celebrities and the like. People with lots of money. Not because Tony didn’t appreciate every one of his employees, really, though Thor didn’t know why this was the first year everyone in the company was included.

“I think that’s a good thing,” Thor said. “Steve’s got some good ideas, you know.”

Tony completely ignored that. He perched himself on one of the chairs facing Thor’s desk and, in his cool and unaffected tone, asked, “So you gonna bring someone? It’s a masquerade this year, you know. Gotta bring a hot date and lose her in the crowd or...some such nonsense.”

He laughed at that, but shook his head. “You know I’m not seeing anyone this year.”

“Oh good because, with so many new people there, you’ll be just single enough to pick someone up.” 

“You’re as bad as my mother,” Thor said. “Did you know that?”

Tony gave him one of those half-smiles, like he’d expected Thor to say as much. “You’re not the first to say so, believe it or not. That I sound like your mother.”

They laughed together, and it took Thor a moment to realize how long it’d been since he’d seen his friends. Too long. They were all busy people but they all worked at the same company, for the same man who was in their group and sitting directly across from him at that very moment.

A gala would be nice. And maybe Tony was right.

After all, if everyone was invited, maybe Elevator Girl would show up. The only problem was that he didn’t know anything about her except that she worked on his floor and that he could recall what she looked like. A mask - kind of required for a masquerade - would make it that much harder for him to find her.

Tony sighed. “Anyway. I’m sure you’re busy - what’d you call it? - ‘protecting our asses’ and all, so I’ll leave you to it. Maybe one day this week we’ll do lunch.” His eyebrows rose expectantly, and Thor hesitantly nodded.

“Maybe.”

“I’ll have my people call your people.”

And with that, he was gone.

---

She managed to finish before six, but well after five. The list was complete - thankfully, most of the tasks Sitwell had left were short or easy to do - and the office was empty, so she sighed and slipped her heels off. The blisters were worse today, but she’d thought ahead and brought a pair of plain flats to change into for the walk/ride home.

As she came up to the elevator, she couldn’t help but look from one end of the hall to the other. There were more people around than the night before, but not the man she was looking for.

The man from last night.

Y/N knew she shouldn’t be thinking about him. She didn’t know anything about him, other than he took the elevator from her floor. Once.

But he’d been nice last night, and he hadn’t done anything at all to warrant her running. If anything, she wanted to be able to apologize for scampering away like a deer in headlights because it hadn’t been polite. Even if she didn’t owe him an explanation, she wanted the chance to give one anyway.

He didn’t show, though. She figured he’d already gone home or something, because the elevator doors opened and no one stepped out onto her floor or anything. The four people already on the elevator looked at her expectantly, so she got on and turned to face the doors without a word.

No one attempted conversation. Hardly anyone moved. Two more people squeezed in before they hit the lobby, then everyone rushed out and onto the street.

Her ride home was just as lonely. No one on MTA ever stopped to talk, except the buskers and musicians that, at least tonight, avoided her car. 

She shouldn’t have taken it personally. No one ever talked to her on the subway because it was New York - everyone kept to themselves and that was how the city worked. She’d never thought twice about it, but something about missing that man - the dashingly handsome man she’d spent all of ten minutes with tops - made her feel heavy as she stepped up onto the street again.

She bit her tongue as she turned a corner to head up her block. She wasn’t going to cry. She couldn’t. It was stupid to cry over nothing like this. If she were upset about Sitwell or something, she’d let herself do it, but right now she was sad about...nothing at all. A missed opportunity.

She knew what would make her feel better. Her mind drifted to the email from this morning. Maybe it was silly, but the reminder of that invitation did make her feel better. Had her walking taller, shoulders back, teeth biting into her bottom lip to keep from smiling.

Oh, she wanted to go to the gala. Donation or no, she was determined. Maybe she’d meet the man from the elevator again, or maybe she’d met the Tony Stark. She’d read the email back six times over the day, so she knew full well that it was a masquerade, but she was still excited.

So excited that Nat could tell something was up the second she stepped through the door. And Nat, being relentless and stubborn, managed to convince Y/N to sit on the couch and spill all the details she had in absolutely no time.

“Holy shit,” Nat said when she’d finished. “You never get invited to Stark parties!”

“I mean, I’m not on the board or an heiress or anything so I get it,” she responded, shrugging. “Some of my coworkers think it’s basically an open invitation this year.”

“And it’s a masquerade!” Nat practically squealed, which made Y/N even more excited than she already had been.

Y/N nodded, the tiniest bit of embarrassment seeping into her joy. She cleared her throat before she said, “I, uh. Kinda need help finding something to wear.”

Nat stood up so quickly she nearly toppled over. But she was lithe and graceful - a former dancer - so she caught herself quickly and turned toward her bedroom.

“Where’re you going?” Y/N asked, trying to follow with her eyes.

“Getting my bag and shoes - we’re going shopping!”

Wanda appeared at that. She asked what all the noise was about, and before Y/N could even attempt to resist or refuse, Nat was back and informed her of everything. Between the two of them, Y/N knew there was no way she’d get out of this.

Nat texted someone as she headed for the door. She sent the message, then looked up at Y/N with a smirk and nodded for Wanda to join them.

“Where’re you going?” Y/N asked.

“We,” Nat answered. “And it’s not even eight. Most stores are still open, but I’ve got an in at one in particular.”

---

“I don’t know,” she murmured, moving the skirt around. “It seems like a lot.”

“Babe, you’re going to a black tie charity gala,” Wanda said. “It’s all gonna be a lot.”

She looked at her reflection and sighed for the millionth time. The dress was gorgeous, she couldn’t deny it. Deep cut and embellished, the soft material flowed around her in light floral patterns and it all made her feel…

Well, she knew what she should feel. She should see her reflection and think Princess, but that had never described her. Nat and Wanda were the only ones in her life that looked at her and saw more than she did, so it didn’t surprise her that they liked the dress.

And she liked it, too. Loved it, actually. The dress itself was amazing, but on her… She couldn’t help but think she was dragging it down. Or, as a consultant on Say Yes to the Dress might say, the dress was wearing her, not the other way around.

“You look hot,” Nat said, standing to walk around the stool Y/N was perched on. “This color is perfect for your skin tone and I have a headband that would go so well.”

“I need a mask,” she responded. She said it like...like it was an excuse not to buy this dress. As if a mask couldn’t be found or made to match it.

Her friends, however, were not going to let her leave empty handed. And they both loved this dress. The last two had gotten nods of approval, but not like this. Not warranting both Nat and Wanda standing at her sides, watching the mirror with her, both moving the skirt around with smiles.

“I’ll take care of the mask,” Wanda said. “You should get this dress.”

“I’m only gonna wear it once-”

“Or we can find you another event to wear it to. Or one of us will wear it next.”

“Exactly,” Nat said. “So, really, what’re you scared of?”

“The price-”

“We’ll help.” Wanda smiled softly, and before Y/N could attempt to deny the offer, she held a hand up. “We want to help. Besides, if we put in some money that gives us more incentive to want to wear the dress so we can all get a use out of it, right?”

“It’s too nice for me.”

“That’s just a blatant lie,” Nat said. “Y/N, you look fucking amazing. We should all get this dress. You’ll just be the first one to wear it.”

She did have to admit to herself that that sounded...fair. Maybe not conventional, but fair. Fair enough that she could hold herself a little higher, stretch her neck a little longer and really see what her friends were seeing. Once she stopped questioning whether she was worthy of such a dress and just enjoyed being in it, she could see herself walking into the gala in it, the hem flowing around her heels as all eyes turned on her. No one would know who she was unless they worked with her, and even then, she’d be wearing a mask.

She’d look mysterious. Pretty. Sexy, even.

Like Nat, who’d have to have the dress taken in a little after Y/N and Wanda wore it, but she probably knew people for that, too.

“So?” Wanda asked.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

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For the song prompt: the last of the real ones by fall out boy (victuuri) congrats on the 6k!!! I'm so happy for you 💖

ahhh, thank you nonny! 💖💖💖 have a little superhero au lol

Yuuri had not asked for any of this. 

The day had started ordinarily enough. He had gone for his morning jog with Vicchan, picked up groceries at the bodega at Phichit’s request, and carried all of the bags up the stairs to their seventh-floor Brooklyn apartment without breaking a sweat. Work had been dull, too – he’d commuted his usual hour up to Manhattan for his dull paper-pushing job at the MTA headquarters, putting his degree in urban planning to work arguing with city politicians over the merits of devoting more of the budget to transportation. 

Somewhere after lunch it all rapidly started going downhill. One too many snapped pencils in the middle of a board meeting. One too many sensory overloads from babies crying several blocks away. He’d been proud to be able to make it to the end of the workday without getting fired for accidentally picking up the entire paper copier while unclogging a paper jam, for chrissakes, and he’d barely made it down to Fulton to catch the A when – 

There’d been a shriek. And Yuuri had made it down to the platform just in time to see a child fall over the edge of the platform. And the train was approaching in three minutes.

He will swear up and down to this day that it had all been instinct, and honestly anyone else in his position would have done the same, obviously. So what if he had somehow been able to hoist the kid up to the platform as well as stop the train hurtling into the station seconds later without so much as a couple sparks as the conductor hits the brakes against the rails? Humans can do pretty superhuman things when the adrenaline’s flowing just right, after all.

“That might be so, but I’m pretty sure the average citizen of New York can’t stop a speeding train with their bare hands, Mr Katsuki.”

Yuuri blinks, coming back to the present to find himself staring into the impossibly (superhumanly, his brain helpfully provides) beautiful face of Viktor Nikiforov, tech empire overlord and billionaire playboy philanthropist extraordinaire. Dimly, he reaches up to make sure he hadn’t been drooling at the man for the past ten minutes, and then looks down at the cup of coffee left undrunk on the SMART table between them.

“So?” he asks. “I saved a kid. It’s what anyone would have done.”

Viktor steeples his fingers. “Mr Katsuki, you truly have a gift.”

Yuuri’s not quite sure if the man’s referring to his “propensity to undersell himself” (which is something that his flatmate Phichit insists is very much something he does) or his actual abilities. He decides to delay thinking about that by stirring at his coffee. 

“Do you need cream and sugar?” asks Viktor. Yuuri shakes his head, taking a sip of the coffee. It’s good, but then if the richest man in New York couldn’t access good coffee, then it truly would be unattainable. 

He sets down the cup. “Why am I here?” he asks.

“Because you have a gift,” replies Viktor sweetly. And Yuuri wonders if it’s a trick of the light, but… is Viktor Nikiforov batting his eyelashes at him? “And I would love to help you develop it. Fine-tune it with the help of the most cutting-edge technologies Nikiforov Tech can offer. You could do amazing things here, Mr Katsuki. You could save the world.”

“I, uh.” Yuuri feels his cheeks reddening harder at that. “I’m not sure,” he says. “I’m just an ordinary person. I work at the MTA. I’m not that special.”

“Even the most dedicated train person couldn’t possibly do what you did today, Yuuri,” says Viktor seriously, earnestly. “This is an opportunity for you to help out so many more people than you could from your tiny grey cubicle at the MTA Headquarters, I swear.”

Yuuri would like to say that worrying about budgetary spending for the entire metropolis of New York is in fact a very important job that benefits a great deal of citizens, but he’s pretty sure that Viktor would laugh at that and toss some snappy motivational line about greatness instead. So he bites his tongue, purses his lips, shifts in his chair.

“Could I think on it?” he asks. “This is a lot, you know. You’re asking me to move into Nikiforov Tech Headquarters.”

“Probably a better view than the brownstone you’ve currently got in Brooklyn, I bet,” says Viktor, because of course he knows where Yuuri lives. He probably even knows the names of Phichit’s hamsters. But then a lot of people on the internet do – they’ve featured in at least ten Instagram videos.

Yuuri turns his head, looking out at the city skyline stretching out from the observation panes, at the information modules hovering on the glass. He pinches himself, just to make sure he hadn’t fallen asleep in the middle of another Marvel movie or something. Phichit says he tends to do that. 

Oh. Moving in here would mean leaving Phichit as a flatmate.

“Please, there’s a lot of things I’d have to tie up if I were to move in here,” Yuuri says. “I can’t just uproot my entire existence and move uptown on a whim.”

“I’ll give you a week, then,” says Viktor.

Yuuri swallows. “Okay,” he agrees, and shakes his hand.

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HW gets introduced and Marcy rambles about alternative subcultures . Yippe

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So I’m this AU is the Cosmic Owl still like, there? Or is he more just Prismo’s pet bird or smth?

-🥤

Help me this is so funny. Sure why not

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TIFFANY !!

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Did a sketchy sketch and then tried to draw the original designs the way Pep would

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Now I’m wondering, is there a Lich? Do Finn and Jake break Martin out of like, county jail instead of cosmic space jail?

I have no clue but that's very funny so yknow what, sure

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Does Marshmaline the Campfire Queen exist in this au?

Literally just drew it just before getting this ask!! Amazing timing

Tfw you just came back from a life-changing adventure helping your found-family member reconnect with her girlfriend and also learning about your own family history in the process and then upon return find out that not only did your older-sister-figures who were supposed to be babysitting your brother let him go on a sugar high from too much candy but that they also went trickster mode along with him

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is there a storyline in ur au or any threads of stories 👀 or is it mostly just guys being dudes cute designs good concepts ? (invitation to infodump I cant think of any questions to ask wahh)

Ty for the ask bestie!!! I think it has a continuous plot in the same way that Adventure Time itself has a continuous plot sorta? Like yes there's plot but it's not in every episode and it veers and twists around

Butyeah mostly it's everyone being stupid and having fun and then also some modern twists on the original plots like certain relationships, events and scenarios

Here's a really old unfinished comic about Finn after losing his arm that takes place when he's 17, but I didn't actually figure out how/why it happened in the au

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These are old so I apologize for the shittily proportioned wheelchairs. Trying to do better now lol

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I don't know if I've mentioned that in the au adventure time is created by pep but if I haven't said it yet then. Hey everyone did you know that in the au adventure time is created by pep