but this is au verse so

Arendelle and Danvers.

My own touch of DA!Elsa. Thank you for this AU, guys! 😱

I’m currently obsessed with Supergirl. So uhh…crossover galore? 😅

Sorry for any typos, I’m running on two hours of sleep and I just need to write this down to unwind. <3


For the first time in three months, Elsa finally succumbed to a much needed weekend off. She didn’t really need it, but her broken tibia was begging for a very foreign word in her vocabulary called rest. That particular job in National City caught her off guard. It was a place that she avoided like a plague because of this unknown entity named Superman. This powerful crime-fighting enigma was acting as some sort of superhero, currently making his rounds throughout the city in a mission to keep it safe from people like…well…her

Not that she was a criminal with twisted intentions, but her line of work wasn’t necessarily aligned with the law. Elsa convinced herself that what she did for a living lied in the realms of neutrality. And if Superman was a vigilante, why couldn’t she be one, too?

Her efforts to contribute to society in the most subtle and heroic way possible backfired when she failed to take down Lex Luthor.

She did not anticipate the bloody laser light security beams inside the chimney of Luthor’s mansion. Elsa miscalculated and underestimated her target, losing her footing as she tried to make her escape without (thankfully) setting off more alarms.

Damn it, Luthor.

Before she could start to sulk and pull out her tablet to study the Luthor mansion blueprint again for the fortieth time until her next attempt, the sound of keys jingling outside the front door caused her to turn her head to the right.

“Hi Elsa!…I didn’t think you’d be up by now!” Anna greeted, breathless and chest heaving from running up the stairs. Clutched under an arm was a bag of groceries and with the other, a pile of Blu-Ray discs. Elsa quirked a brow while scanning her sister from head to toe. She was asleep when Anna left during the morning, but she was sure that her sister had a different outfit than what she had now. The picture Anna sent with her selfie had her wearing her a blue button-down and not a tight-fitted black t-shirt. 



Elsa shifted her form to face Anna, wincing at the attempt when her leg throbbed in the process. “Hey. I actually just woke up a few minutes ago. So…why did you change clothes?” she asked, watching with curious blue eyes as Anna propped the grocery bag on the kitchen table. Anna came into view, wearing an all black attire like she had just finished a mission.

Nah, it can’t be, Elsa thought morbidly. The thought of Anna being an assassin almost sent her reeling had it not been for her broken leg.

Anna’s hand clenched midair on top of the grocery bag that she was about to take contents from. With Elsa’s blink of an eye, the shocked expression on Anna’s face was quickly replaced by a sheepish grin.

“I was uh—y’know—hanging out with Kara!”

The shrill in Anna’s voice raised a suspicious brow. “Doing what exactly?” Elsa asked as she crossed her arms.

Well, it wasn’t exactly Kara that I was with today. It was Alex, and we were just…hanging out and chasing extra-terrestrial beings living amongst us. Totally normal. Kara’s out with her cousin…Superman—flying together somewhere and stuff.

Anna gently bit her tongue before swallowing hard. “We were gonna go paint balling but Kara cancelled,” she replied in an even tone, smiling tentatively while desperately praying that her sister would stop probing.

To her relief, Elsa simply shrugged and turned her attention back to her leg. “That sucks. I’ll go with you guys when this heals,” she drawled while stifling a yawn.

Anna chuckled. “I still can’t believe you fell down a manhole while playing Pokemon Go. Who does that?”

“It was a Rattata! I just couldn’t resist!” Elsa flailed her arms defensively, picturing Lex Luthor as the annoying animated rodent that she was dying to get her hands on.

Unable to give Elsa a bear hug, Anna shuffled to where she was sat and planted a kiss on her head, remembering to tuck in her identification badge deep in her back-pocket without drawing attention.

She’s totally gonna kill me if she finds out I work with the D.E.O. I’m dead. I am so freaking dead.

@kalikoke @blunaowl @darkdraconis @ultranos @frozenartscapes @hathor-frozen @xzeihoranth

Fullmetal Alchemist AU

ok so yesterday i randomly thought “SHIRO WITH AUTOMAIL” and i said i’d sell my soul for an fma klance au a while back on my blog, so this is stuff i came up with yesterday in the library while i was bored as heck

  • rough character parallels (ignoring canon romantic relationships):
    • zarkon: bradley, “father”
    • haggar, sendak, haxus, prorok: homunculi
    • allura: roy, scar, olivier
    • coran: hughes bUT He’S GONNA FUCKING LIVe
    • lance: riza
    • pidge, shiro: ed and al combined rofl (they share some traits of both so it’s not really clearcut)
    • hunk: winry
    • keith: ling
  • universe is a bit like canon fma verse in terms of locations and social structure, with most of the action happening in amestris
    • ishvalan war has already occurred at this point, ishval is going to be a parallel of altea
    • homunculi are still active (though they’re probably not going to match up with all the 7 deadly sins, some might have died already, just bc we haven’t seen enough important galra characters yet)
  • allura is a general (maybe originally from briggs and moves to central?) and a state alchemist aiming for the position of fuhrer
    • wants to overthrow zarkon for massacre of ishval
    • she has the deconstruction arm tattoo like scar just because
    • haven’t quite worked out how she’s such a high-ranking military officer yet as an ishvalan buuuut i’ll think of smth eventually
  • coran is allura’s trusted friend in the military, not sure if he’s directly under her chain of command yet though; works with intel
  • lance is allura’s second in command
    • half ishvalan so he understands a bit what allura is going through, he is a good friend to her and sees her like his older sister
    • not an alchemist but excellent with firearms
    • tries to convince allura to change the uniforms to have tiny miniskirts or booty shorts when she’s fuhrer and she Ignores him
  • pidge is a very skilled state alchemist and was mostly self-taught with her father’s research
    • lost her brother and father in the ishval war and began obsessively researching for a way to bring them back to life
  • shiro is also a state alchemist
    • ishvalan war veteran
    • saw matt and sam die during the war and can’t forgive himself for it
    • hates being called a champion and the arm of amestris
  • pidge convinces shiro to help her try reviving matt with human transmutation and he agrees
    • shiro loses an arm and pidge loses her entire body
    • shiro brings her back into the fullbody automail that hunk was working on at the cost of his other arm
  • hunk is a genius automail mechanic who maintains pidge’s and shiro’s automail, he’d prefer to have a quiet life but that’s probably impossible with his circle of friends haha
  • keith is from xing and came to investigate all these amestrian shenanigans that are happening
  • idk where to put all the other characters yet, might make some of the aliens chimeras?
  • plot? what is plot, i haven’t thought of a plot yet, this post is a mess
  • edit: WHOOPS forgot to mention that quintessence is equivalent to philosopher’s stones

anonymous asked:

ooooh spin the bottle kiss please

Hey Juliet (ch2)

olicity || ao3 || mature || humor || 2578 || more fics

summary: Oliver and Felicity are forced to work together for a class project. He comes over to her house to study, but things don’t go according to Felicity’s plans.
chapter word count: 1208
chapters: 2? 

a/n: i’m not gonna lie i’ve been looking for a reason to write more of my high school au so thank you for sending this prompt lmfao. also this might have gotten a little out of hand? oopsie. 


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Oliver saw Felicity by her locker the day after their study session. She didn’t even look his way. Frowning, he walked towards her.

“Hey,” he leaned on the locker next to her.

“What do you want Queen?” she asked, her voice full of disdain.

Um, they totally made out yesterday she should be acting nicer?

“Wanna get together again tonight?” he asked.

“Can’t,” she didn’t even hesitate, “Got plans.”

“Oh,” he was disappointed, but he wasn’t going to show that.

“We barely got any work done anyway,” she sighed, “I’ll just do this stupid geology project on my own, okay?”

“What? No way,” he pushed himself away from the locker and stood straight. “I know you’re not going to let me have credit without doing anything.”

He needed at least some credit or he was going to get kicked off the lacrosse team. Damn C+ average rules.

Felicity let out another long sigh, “Fine, but this weekend.”

“Good,” he muttered.

A small smirk started to form on his lips.

“What?” she asked, gripping onto her books.

“Maybe we can have a repeat of yesterday?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she didn’t give him a chance to say anything else. Instead, she turned and walked away.

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ooc: The temptation is too great, so here goes! Like this or reblog this if you’d like a starter set in my singer!Au for Polly!

Also, the default will be him after he’s joined the Agency, be it with the Trucy centric tweak where he spotted a flyer for the Wright Talent Agency and signed up, or without the tweak were he takes the assistant role for Phoenix after said attorney defends him and proves his innocence.

It’d be helpful if you say which version of the verse you’d like instead of me fumbling to decide which setting to put your muse in.

wellreadfan  asked:

Alas, another fandom author lost to darkness! To be fair, it's not so much a surprise considering the vampires. ;) If there is a verse with Dark Tyrants Washington and Lafayette, imagine them sharing the former king George. That was my immediate thought upon considering such an AU

It was only a matter of time. I love dark, tender tyrants. Which is exactly what Dark!Washington would be. Sweet to everyone who was loyal to him, draconian to everyone who disobeyed him.

Did you know that before Lafayette came to America his wife’s family tried to dissuade him from all this silly “go off to fight for liberty and independence” thing and part of that was a tour of England to smooth over ruffled feathers where he was presented to King George III? And the whole time Laf was making nice he was planning on going to America anyway? 

So what I’m saying is that George III would feel a special kind of shameful pleasure at getting shown up again by this rude youth.

So I want to do this thing where I have a nice AU page and they all get pretty reference sheets so we’re starting with my absolute favorite, and Ace’s endgame - Necromancer verse! Wooo, will color later, and do more of the outfits and such over the classic ref sheet. This will hopefully make everything nice and consistent. 

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Ahh sorry these pages were so late I told myself to catch up on commissions first! I totally went a bit too shojo manga style there at the 2nd page but I thought the situation called for it ahahha. Thank you all again for the really kind support, it continues to amaze me and motivate me to finish this entire story! As always, “royal verse” on my blog if you wanna see more of the comic or “royal AU” for anything related to it (like character designs etc…)!

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a cycle an omega goes through every three months. omega will be in a constant state of arousal; hormone goes wild. if sexual quota is not met, it can be uncomfortable and unpleasant. the alpha can smell the omegas when in heat, and, thus, know their wanton states.

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The next couple of pages will come out a bit slower since my work has picked up a bit, but I will try to be prompt! Thank you again for all the encouraging words and comments you have all sent me! I can’t express how much they motivate me and keep me going esp since comics are very new to me. Again if you need to see other pages, feel free to look on my blog under the tags “royal verse”! I’m really glad you like Lindsay’s inclusion and her design. I’m excited to introduce Caleb’s design too tbh. He’s actually very important in this little story. Please look forward to it! As always, please do not delete my comments! Thank you so much! 

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❝ I would have written you, myself, if I could put down in words everything I want to say to you. A sea of ink would not be enough. ❞
❝ But you built me dreams instead. ❞
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I was going to update with 4 pages, but commissions picked up again and I didn’t want to delay any longer sooo…Anyway, we’re finally picking up the pace and heading towards the plot and new characters soon! I’m very excited to introduce them, I hope you all are too. Thank you again for all the kind words and encouragement, I really appreciate them and they definitely help me feel motivated! 

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There was a cat from Brooklyn, by the name of Romeo
His folks they came from Italy, many years ago

One night he met young Geraldine, a dame from outta town
When Geraldine was dancing she would bring the ballroom down

Tape Five - Geraldine’s Routine

Birthdays

I like to imagine that the FAHC have little traditions for each crew members birthday.

Like for Jack’s birthday they all go for a plane ride to Chiliad during which they aren’t allowed to bitch or moan about Jack’s piloting so she always pulls ridiculous stunts just to try to make them sick (Ryan’s the only one who hasn’t cracked yet.) They parachute to the top of Chiliad and have a nice picnic on the mountainside and watch the sunset together.

Contrary to popular belief Geoff’s party doesn’t involve a lot of bar hopping and a ridiculous amount of blackmail material the morning after. Instead they meet up at the lake to do some fishing (and drinking), all of them in boats in the middle of the lake. Geoff and Jack are usually the most patient, while the lads get bored easily so it usually ends with loads of explosions but not before the guys all give Geoff some small presents they thought he would like (and he would always cry but deny it vigorously.)

Michael’s would be a pool party at the top of some skyscraper with all his friends and copious amount of booze. The night would include drinking, wrestling with Gavin as well as ridiculously high bets on if Ryan could hit a pedestrian with his diet coke can from the top of the rooftop (he always would and Gavin always lost all his bets.) The crew would also usually organize some sort of explosion or commotion within eye sight from the rooftop (last year they blew up the V in the Vinewood sign much to LSPD despair).

Gavin’s party would be the most lavish, as the lad liked his gold. Michael and Geoff would compete in finding the most ridiculous golden jewelry to see if either of them would finally find something Gavin didn’t wear (Michael had gotten the nearest with a garish golden ring that was so awful it actually made the TV-news a few years ago). The day would usually also include some sort of “great idea for a video” Gavin had seen on the internet somewhere that he liked to try to recreate (last years stunt had led to a broken foot, an angry fisherman and a few million in property damages.)

Jeremy being the newest recruit didn’t have a lot of traditions but that didn’t stop the lads on coming up with something that would stick. One year they had tried to have an organized treasure hunt that led to a party but Geoff had gotten lost somehow, and another years attempt on going scuba diving had led to chaos as Ryan somehow had managed to booby trap their boat (it was an honest mistake I swear). After that Jeremy had confessed to actually just enjoying their company and didn’t require any sort of special events. (He had no idea that Gavin and Michael had been planning an advanced series of pranks and practical jokes already for the next year that involved among other things a fake baby, a live donkey, an ambulance and a bag full of pink glitter.)

And as much as Ryan loved his chaos he also loved a good meal, so his birthdays usually started with a morning of causing chaos in the city including a competition on who could steal the most ridiculous thing from the LSPD HQ downtown, followed by an evening at Geoff’s penthouse with a delicious meal as they gathered around to compare what each of them had managed to steal from the police station (Jack had won last year with a vending machine. Nobody knew how she had gotten it out of the station and into the penthouse without anybody seeing her but they were all very impressed.

anonymous asked:

OHMYGOD MACE WINDU AS NICK FURY LOLOLOL

I’M SO SORRY I promise this is the last one!! I also had requests for Yoda as Nick Fury which works too, I just couldn’t pass over the perfect opportunity to do a triple-combo Samuel L Jackson meme because of reasons XD

i’m sorry these just keep getting more and more sketchy and ridiculous

political talk show au, the thrilling conclusion.

Here is the whole story from the beginning.

This is 4.5 K. Also it is still liberal-leaning and anti-Trump. No Hillary angst in this one tho.

Dear lord, what have I become.


Bits.

The name sounds, like a thunderclap, in Jack’s head.

It wasn’t a moment ago the name was a question. A doubt, even. Does Bits even exist? Bitty certainly does. Bitty is the name of the screener for Jack’s favorite radio show, his companion through the morning for a year and change now. Bitty is unfailingly pleasant, unerringly professional, and untouchable. He handles callers with a lilt, a friendly word, and a toss off onto the airwaves. Jack made his acquaintance several months back, and he’s enjoyed their every interaction.

But Bits. Now, that’s someone Jack isn’t sure he hasn’t conjured up in his head.

Bits exists in the soft cluck of Bitty’s tongue, the hitch of breath between words. The pause before he intones Jack’s name, leaning on the “a” like it’s a cushion. Bits is the person Jack imagines Bitty to be, behind the phones. He’s a friend, a confidant. A ray of light in Jack’s life. And in Jack’s mind, Bits is just a little more friendly with him with all his other callers. Maybe he even feels something at the sound of Jack’s voice, the way Jack does at every musical “Hallo!”

Jack has come here today half-terrified that he’d discover Bits doesn’t exist at all. That Bitty, as competent and admirable as he is, is all there is, and whatever relationship  he’d imagined they’d been nurturing has been a figment of his imagination this whole time.

Now Bitty comes into focus like a blue sky when the clouds have parted. He wasn’t there, and suddenly he is; he must have been in the room before, but it’s only now that Jack’s eyes land on him and recognize.

But when their eyes meet, and Bitty’s brown eyes widen and then dance, Jack knows Bits is real.

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