#modern human au

[radama-zard]

Dungeons & Drabbles 2023

Day 2 - Step

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FCG & Ashton - ModernHuman AU

Steps.

Why did it always have to be steps?

What was wrong with a nice, accessible ramp? They were easier for everyone, nobody had to fear tripping down or up them, parents with strollers could get inside, injured folk didn't have to struggle… and Fresh Cut Grass could have a little of his independence back, being able to wheel themself in with their wheelchair.

But of course life was hardly ever that kind.

A tired sigh slipped past their lips as he stared up at the flight of stairs, blocking them from the sweet little cafe they’d been oh so excited to try out. A customer, Jester, they thought, had been raving about the cupcakes here, and knowing the woman to be a real pastry connoisseur, Fresh Cut Grass had near instantly wanted to get a few themself.

But that dream seemed so cruelly out of reach now.

“Man, you’d think fucker’s would have caught on by now. Shit like this doesn't fly these days! Fancy new chairs and tables, but the owner can't be assed to make their business accessible. Bastard!”

Oh how they startled, jolting in such a way that almost had Fresh Cut Grass and their chair veering dangerously close to toppling. A solid, scarred hand steadied them, letting his frantically beating heart finally come to a rest.

“Fuck! Didn't mean to scare ya like that. My bad. You alright?”

“Y-Yeah! You just gave me a right startling, is all. I'm a-okay!”

“That's a relief. I’d feel like crap if I’d sent your heart packin’ or something…”

Did… Did the stranger look guilty? Well, that just wouldn't do at all! After all, a stranger was just a friend you hadn't met, and the last thing Fresh Cut Grass ever wished to see was a friend all sad and down in the dumps!

“It's fine, really! I spook real easy, my friend Imogen says I’d jump at my own shadow if I ever forgot it was there! But you're not scary yourself. I like your purple hair, and the eyeliner! Oh, and your cane too! Did you decorate it yourself? It looks fun-spooky!”

The stranger stared down at them, slowly blinking as their one good eye focused down on Fresh Cut Grass, taking in everything from their chunky cerulean blue box braids and round, thick glasses, to their bright yellow sweater and mismatched fingerless gloves. In contrast to their own ragged leather vest, covered in hand stitched patches and badges, deep red plaid pants and spiked belts, topped off with boots so hefty they looked able to smash someone’s head in… Well, they couldn't look more different.

Yet Fresh Cut Grass still smiled up at them, all warm and welcoming and so completely genuine that it seemed to catch them off guard.

“Most people would just flip me off and tell me to get fucked,” they muttered, leaning heavily upon their cane before shrugging and sticking a hand in their pocket, seemingly relaxing. “I didn't decorate this shit myself. A friend did. She’s one hell of a spooky ass bitch. Real arts and crafty. But anyway. I’m Ashton. Ashton Greymoore. You?"

“Oh, right! Introductions! Smiley Day to ya, Ashton, I’m Fresh Cut Grass!”

There was a beat of silence, more than a tad awkward, as Fresh Cut Grass awaited their response. Likely a laugh or a roll of the eyes or maybe even a sneer! Most people were funny about names when they weren't the most normal.

Not Ashton though.

No. He grinned, wide and bright and just shimmering with absolute delight.

“That's one hell of a name. You picked it yourself?”

“I did! It's my favorite smell. Ya don't think it's… weird?”

“Oh no, it's weird. But, I mean, fuck, have you looked at me? I like weird,” Ashton grinned wider, throwing one last glance at the inaccessible cafe as something shifted once more in his demeanor. “I know a place a few blocks from here. Unlike these fuckers, they actually give a fuck about people like us. Wanna join me there, Grass?”

“... Do they do cupcakes?” Fresh Cut Grass asked, their mind already made up before Ashton even had a chance to answer.

“Freshly baked in house. So… You coming?”

“I’d love t’ join ya! Thank ya kindly, Ashton!”

Their laughter in turn was rough and harsh, yet the warmth it held settled deep within Fresh Cut Grass’ tired bones… and within moments, he couldn't even quite remember why they’d been upset at all.

#dungeons & drabbles #drabblewrimo #critical role #fcg #cr fcg #ashton greymoore #fcg & ashton #bells hells #Rock & Roll #modern human au #Day 2 - Step #Dungeons & Drabbles 2023

[staravion]

modern (human) au bhaalspawn

#my art #i actually think orin would show more skin but. i did this at work lmao #couldn't decide whether to give orin boots or heels and since i Struggle drawing heels! boots it is #bg3 #durge #aquila (durge) #the dark urge #orin the red #modern human au

[random-blep]

Modern human au

I'm sleepy so let's hope I write quick

But in this dainslief works as like a teacher and translator and mostly works with refugee kids and families.

When the Ragnvindrs brought Kaeya in they had a language barrier and there was a lot of issues with him adjusting to life. So they had done some research and had requested for a translator who was Khaenri'ahn in origin, who had been fluent in the langue, and was experienced working with children especially refugee ones. And the agency they had been working with contacted and sent Dainslief to them. The blonde man came to Mond and started to help the family. He would translate everything for Kaeya to understand and would translate everything Kaeya said to the family. Dainslief also basically stayed in Mond , taking a few other jobs in the area , but he basically taught Kaeya common and taught the Ragnvinders Khaenri'ahn so both sides were learning to communicate. Dain also told Crepus about Khaenri'ahn traditions and foods and all sorts of things to help Kaeya feel at home with them. While Dain was meant to leave after he was done teaching them the languages and helping Kaeya adjust. The real problem was they all kinda really took to eachother. Kaeya loved Dain like a second father and was really close with him cause the blonde was from his home and he connected to him in a way that he missed since coming to Mond. Kaeya didn't want Dain to go. Diluc also saw Dain as a second dad and was so happy he was around cause he helped his baby brother become so happy and at home with them. And Crepus and Dain had become good friends over the time. Dain sadly still had to go but he promised to stay in contact with the family. The boys are unsure how Crepus managed but their father had somehow made sure Dain would always come by for special occasions.

Some cute stuff that's happened is while Crepus was both of the boys father. Dain became a second father figure to them.

One time when the boys were both young they saw Crepus and Dain talking and Diluc piped up first going "Are you two gonna get married?" And at this Kaeya perked up and smiled , "A second daddy?" And the two men thought this was so endearing but they had to let them down going "no we aren't getting married" to which Crepus teased and went "but I'm sure Dainslief wouldn't mind if you called him papa too" and kids being kids they took it literally

Diluc and Kaeya have mostly grown out of calling Dain dad over time. Diluc feels a bit embarrassed about the memory but Kaeya still comes home sometimes after a bad day and if Dain is there he will go "Dad?" And immediately the blonde knows Kaeyas had a rough day.

As Kaeya grows up he switches in and out between common and Khaenri'ahn often. Sometimes he'll switch without even knowing until one of his family members start speaking in his native tongue. Hearing the people he cares for most speaking his native language makes him beyond happy. Diluc is much more fluent in the language than Crepus because children pick up languages quicker. So Kaeya loves teasing Crepus when he missays something or says the wrong word.

Kaeya got nightmares a lot as a kid and they were horrible to try and calm down when they still had the language barrier between them. The one thing that had always helped though, even when they struggled to understand eachother was singing. Crepus singing with his nice deep voice calmed Kaeya down so much. When Diluc tried to sing it took a little longer, but Kaeya still clung to him the entire time. Music sung by any of the Ragnvindrs helped calm Kaeya down so much.

It took some time to figure out what made Kaeyas nightmares worse. Sleeping alone, stressful situations, bad days, having sweets before bed, rain or thunder storms, loud wind, even being a bit sick would make him more likely to have a bad dream. So Crepus moved Kaeya into Dilucs room. Originally the boy had his own room for privacy and such but he found Kaeya enjoyed sharing a room much more. The two boys had separate beds, but they would always crawl into eachothers beds. Kaeya would crawl into Dilucs to wake his brother when he woke up and needed the company. Diluc would wake Kaeya from bad dreams and just stayed there . It was really sweet how they had loved eachother so much.

Every time Kaeya found something new to learn about his eyes would widen and sparkle with curiosity. When he explored the new thing enough he would go to retrieve Diluc, Crepus, or even Dain to show them the new thing excitedly. They all would just listen to him and act so interested even if it was something so common to them because it was new to Kaeya and he was always so happy showing off new things and talking about them and asking so so many questions.

Despite how Kaeya tries to present himself as he gets older he is still very shy and gets embarrassed easily. Diluc, Jean, and Lisa all tease him for it. Like one time Kaeya was at school and had to do a presentation and he couldn't remember a word in common and described it terribly to Diluc so his brother would tell him the word. Diluc was struggling to the rest of class to not burst out laughing. The word was business and he had said "the thing where men uh get together and sell themselves for mora. You know, what dad does". He was also very embarrassed when Diluc told Jean and Lisa and they laughed at the "sell themselves" part in which Kaeya was blissfully unaware until then that that insinuated something else.

#genshin impact #modern human au #genshin modern human au #kaeya alberich #diluc ragnvindr #crepus ragnvindr #dainslief #i just thought these eere were cute and silly and heartwarming #just what i need #there is dtill tragedy but this is all before Crepus' death cause i wanna think about the nice stuff while in sleepy brain #no i will not be fixing spelling mistakes cause i am sleepy

[radamazard]

Dungeons & Drabbles - 2022

Day 6 - Entropy

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Krook House QueerPlatonic Polycule - Modern Human AU

(Okay, so I was super stuck on this for a whileeeee. For the life of me I just couldn't think of anything for entropy… except for the MLP fan song for Discord. Soooo you're getting that. The song’s a bop anyway~

Also, I've decided now that any Modern Human AU I write for this is just a prototype for the biiiig Bells Hells / Crown Keepers Modern Human AU that I wanna write. It's good practice to get used to writing them all human and outta the canon universe~

Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy!)

“You tried so hard to make a hero outta me, but there are some rules I don't obey… and I just wanna cause a little chaos and entropy~♪”

Fuck, now it was gonna be stuck in his head for WEEKS. Everyone knew that when you started singing the damn song absentmindedly, that it meant you were bound to have it bore into your brain and hibernate there for the next fortnight and a half at LEAST.

Which was gonna be hellish, but hey, it could have been worse. Anni could have heard hi-

“Fuckin’ knew it was you!”

Speak of the devil. Or in this case one of his ‘beloved’ partners, who right now seemed to be screaming to be thrown out a window. Defenestrated, if they wanted to get fancy and earn a few brownie points from Letters. ‘Learning is always important!’ after all.

“Do we gotta do this shi-”

“dO wE gOtTa DO tHiS sHiT~? Fuck yes we gotta, I heard your ass singing pony shit, and it's my duty and right to tease the ever loving fuck outta ya!” Anni grinned, the edges of it taking on just a hint of malice, yet only a teasing way. As much as the two bickered and bitched about one another, there was a lotta love there, and neither of them actually wished any harm on the other… nor would they wanna cause it.

Teasing and being a casual dick though? That was fair game.

“When a track slaps, it slaps. I don't control the rate at which shit slaps, An,” Ashton argued in turn, and ignored the pointed eye roll he received in turn. Hey, if she wanted to fight them on this then she'd have to do all the heavy lifting.

“Maybe, but you DO have enough of a brain left in there to still have good taste, right?”

“Low blow,”

“No lower than your shit taste in music.”

“Least it ain't as low as your taste bud count. Lemon juice on spaghetti o’s? What the actual fuck?”

“Fuck you! You’ve just got the taste buds of a five year old!”

“Better the taste buds than the IQ.”

“You callin’ me a dumb bitch?”

“Never a bitch! I'm a fuckin’ gentleman, Anni, you think I'd stoop that low? Am calling you dumb though.”

“Get fucked you sparkle horse loving cu-”

“What are you two fighting about this time?”

Both Anni and Ashton froze, already feeling the disapproving gazes of their partners upon them. Getting the look from just one of them was bad enough, but having both Letters and Milo stare at you like that had a certain silencing effect.

Especially when it was mixed with Milo’s rare ‘what the fuck is pulling me from my work’ tone of voice.

“Anni’s calling me a loser for liking pony songs, like the elitist prick musician she is.”

“Get stuffed!”

“With you? Nah. Gross.”

“I'd be offended if that feeling wasn't fully shared. Cause yeah. Gross.”

“... Is there something wrong with liking My Little Pony?”

Never had Anni gone from being a smug ass bitch to horrifically regretful so fast. The woman may have claimed to the world that nothing would ever make her take back anything she said, but one sad look from Letters… Man, the guilt had rarely kicked in so fast.

“Fuck. No… I was just-” Anni cringed, looking between Milo and Ashton for support. The former raised a brow at her from behind their coke bottle glasses, a hand now balanced upon their hip in a way that just screamed ‘You dug your own grave, find a way out.’

The latter brushed past her, coming to kneel beside Fresh Cut Grass’ wheelchair with only a slight wince of pain. He laid a hand over FCG’s own and offered it a reassuringly squeeze.

“Nah. The ponies are fine by me. And hey, Anni likes The Batchelor, so maybe she should shut the fuck up.”

“The Batchelor is a god damned mas- Right, fuck. Apologies.”

Anni had the decency to look guilty at least, kicking her heels as she gnawed at her lip anxiously. Apologies had never been her strong suit. Nor had any kind of intimacy. But for her partners she was willing to try. They deserved at least that.

“... Sorry. I was bein’ an ass. Just wanted to rile Ash up and didn't think shit through. You're free to like whatever the fuck you like. Cringe is dead and Ash and I personally shanked that bitch! It's flne for ya to like the pastel horses. But you ain't ever getting me to watch it, okay? I’d rather choke to death on actual horse cock,”

“Stunning visuals there as always, Anni.” Milo sighed.

“What can I say? I live to displease~”

“... Thanks, Anni. And Ashton,” FCG uttered quietly, smiling a little as they watched Anni’s cheeks burn and cough into her hand awkwardly. “Oh! What was the song you were singing, by the way? Let me guess!! Smile? No… I'm thinking it was a fan song, right? Oh! I know! Is it the one I showed you last night? Entropy?”

“Damn right it was Entropy! The fuckin’ thing is STILL in my head!”

Letters laughed, the sound as brightly infectious as ever. There was a round of chuckles and snickers, and by the time they all wandered off to do their own things each and every one of them was wearing a smile.

Damn was their good mood contagious.

Just like that dang song.

#Dungeons & Drabbles #DrabbleWRIMO #Critical Role #Ashton Greymoore #Anni Aughta #Milo Krook #FCG #queerplatonic #poly relationship #FCG/Ashton/Anni/Milo #Modern Human AU #Krook House #Day 6 - Entropy #Dungeons & Drabbles - 2022

[zuzu-draws]

Modern! Sukuna, except he's in his original Heian Human form :> He wants to fight Gojo but Tengen forbids it for some bullshit sorcery reason, hence they can co-exist in the same reality now >:D

#ryomen sukuna #sukuna #jjk sukuna #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #itadori yuuji #yuji itadori #jjk gojo satoru #jjk yuuji #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen fan art #jjk fan art #fan art #my art #king of curses #modern AU #jujutsu sorcerer sukuna #human sukuna

[macaulaytwins]

they would’ve run the PTA like the navy

#the all human modern au we needed #tvc #iwtv #louis de pointe du lac #vampires #interview with the vampire #lestat de lioncourt #claudia #the vampire chronicles #loustat #claudia de pointe du lac #iwtv s2

[viv-url]

#my art #claudevain #my headcanon is that mercie would genuinely love human centipede tho #so was it claude or mercies idea? who knows #all i know is that in some modern college AU claude would be pranking the HELL out of sylvain #one day sylvain WILL find out tho and seek revenge

[bon-sides-sw]

Happy Valentine's Day!

Luke just gets really excited, Din just woke up.

Here a quick thing that can be taken as @dinlukeweek valentine's special. Run by @stardads

#star wars #dinluke #bons art #my art #luke skywalker #the mandalorian #din djarin #grogu #human grogu #modern au #skydalorian

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Makarov in "The Lobby"

Just a sketch before I sleep! Took this opportunity to study Julian Kostov's face and I think I'm getting the hang of it 👌

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Am I highkey seeing Makarov as another Vampire in Halloween AU? 👀 Imagine Makarov being a much stronger vampire than Price because he's been consuming human blood non-stop without remorse. And now in order to defeat Mak, Price has to break his oath and start consuming human blood again 👁️👁️.

Here's some timelapse and hope you love it! *(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*ଘ

Tip Jar ✨

#vampire!mak easily overpowering and controlling the 141 boys. including vampire!Price himself 👀 #“What is this? I thought you're the same being as me? But you're just a shell.” #except Gaz because he's literally bloodless. But Gaz managed to distract Mak and bought time for the Price Ghost and Soap to escape. #But now that Gaz is imprisoned and tortured by Mak. Price has to start becoming strong again in order to defeat Mak. #but that would mean he has to break his oath of never consuming any human blood ever again👁️👁️ #would legit be a fucking good au #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw #cod #call of duty modern warfare 3 #call of duty modern warfare III #call of duty modern warfare 2023 #vladimir makarov #makarov #makarov cod #sleepyconfusedpotato art #call of duty fanart

[polarsirens]

some thoughts continuing from this modern au looks

#dimension 20 #neverafter #mother timothy goose #prince gerard of greenleigh #pinocchio #pib #ylfa snorgelsson #elody of greenleigh #i’m trying to fit rosamund here but i haven’t convinced myself yet #also i just need human gerard in the most stupidest patterned shirts possible #modern au or not timothy would. look exactly the same #fanart #my art

[radama-zard]

Dungeons & Drabbles 2023

Day 11 - Scratch

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FCG & Anni - Krook House Crew - ModernHuman AU

Fuuuuck.

Okay.

So maybe she’d taken this all a bit too far.

Anni knew well that a prideful fuck, especially one liquored up to the eyeballs, was not the wisest target for her to mouth off to. Had she been thinking a little straighter, perhaps she wouldn't have said a word.

But shitty ass tequila had been flowing through her veins, liquid courage drowning out her better sense as Anni had called out the bastard on his amature castration of Sex Pistols’ Anarchy in the UK. The deteething of such an iconic banger just demanded her scatching criticism, to which the fucker had decided deserved a KNIFE TO THE THIGH in fucking response!

At least she’d gotten to pulverize his nose in return before the two of them had been tossed to the streets, without so much as a napkin to stem the bleeding! Shitty ass dive bar, she hoped it burned to god damned ashes.

So here she stood, having limped her way back home, wincing as she stood in her doorway, trying to jam her keys into the teeny ass, janky lock, when all of a sudden the door swung open, revealing the frantic, panicked form of Fresh Cut Grass.

“Heeeey, Shortstac-”

“Please tell me that’s not your blood stainin’ your jeans, Anni.”

“It’s, uhhh… Just a scratch?”

Anni shrugged, failing miserably to appear casual under her roommate’s withering gaze. His earlier panic was slowly quelling, suppressed by an ever growing sense of frustration tinged exasperation. Yeeesh, she felt a lecture coming on.

Greeeeat.

“Monty Python you ain’t,” Fresh Cut Grass replied dryly, their eyes narrowing as he wheeled himself back and outta the way, giving Anni ample space to hobble on inside around their wheelchair. “Bathroom floor. Now."

He didn't so much as blink in the face of Anni flipping them off, staring down her bleeding, swaying ass, watching as she crumpled beneath the weight of his gaze. Perhaps once upon a time, back in high school, he would have dropped it, wincing and quietly running off to tattle to Ashton and Milo to fix this, not wanting to rock the boat or upset the usually prickly woman.

That was then though.

This was now.

And Fresh Cut Grass wasn't beyond just scooping her up into their lap, hissing and biting like the feral cat she often portrayed, and wheeling her drunk ass there himself!

A fact that Anni knew all too well at this point.

Thus she sighed, harsh and heavy, before dragging her ass as directed, before flopping to the bathroom floor with a heavy thunk, though not before she’d wincingly shimmied out of her now blood soaked jeans.

Ugh, that’d be a bitch to deal with in the morning…

“Between you ‘n Ash, I feel like I oughta be an expert in flesh stitchin’ by now, ya know?” Fresh Cut Grass hummed as they came into view, setting down the trusty old tool box they’d converted into one of many home first aid kits. In this household, just one didn't really, well, suffice.

Carefully he dropped himself to the floor, scooting over on their ass, coming to a stop in front of the ever familiar face of a grouchy, boozed up Anni.

“Ain’t that bad….” She muttered, looking anywhere but him.

“I may have glasses thicker than your common sense, but I ain’t blind, Anni. I know a stab wound when I see one! Please tell me the blade was at least clean? No rust? Or any other bodily fluids you could see?”

“... No rust. Bitch was clean when I yanked it outta my thigh. Fuck if I know how clean it was going in though.”

“At least we shouldn't have to worry about tetanus… You’re still getting a shot after this though.”

“Fuck you!”

“I love ya too, Grumpy Pants~”

Oh how she huffed and grunted, a disgruntled mess as Fresh Cut Grass worked diligently over her wound, cleaning and disinfecting the nasty gash, fingers gliding over and upon it with tender, steady care.

“It’s not too bad. The cut was pretty clean and didn't sink real deep. I think we can stay outta the ER with this one.”

“Thank fuck.”

“Still gonna have to stitch you up though. Sorry…”

“Figured that’d happen.” Anni shrugged, leaning back against the cool tiled wall. “Not the first time, and probably won't be the last. Least you don't throw up afterwards like Milo does.”

“They ain’t the best with open wounds…”

“Understatement of the shittin’ century!” She laughed, the sound weak and boarding on wheezy. “Anyway. Stitch me up so my ass can pass out. Today’s been a bitch and I want it over with before Ashton gets home and bitches at me about pickin’ fights about my weight class again. The hypocritical fuck…”

“Honestly, the two of ya are like two battered peas in a pod!”

Oh how she rolled her eyes, so disdainfully dramatic that Fresh Cut Grass couldn't help but laugh.

“Okay, okay! I’m gettin’ to it. Got something to bite on ta? The neighbors weren't all too kind the last time they heard ya hollerin’...”

One more flick of her middle finger, and Anni was tugging off her jacket, shoving the thick, well worn leather into her mouth. There was a grimace in turn from Fresh Cut Grass, yet they didn't say a word, instead choosing to focus on the task at hand.

As always, it was the first stab that stung like a bitch.

Fuck, the whole thing was straight up miserable, only made better by the gentle, sweet mummerings of their companion, his words a steady stream of assurances and praises, letting her know just how well she was doing.

Out loud she’d never admit it, but by gods did it help.

“There! All patched up!”

Anni blinked blearily, looking down to see her thigh not only stitched up, but appropriately redisinfedted and wrapped. She couldn't help but let out a breath, exhausted and tinged with deep relief, as she let herself fall forward, caught assuredly by Fresh Cut Grass’ waiting arms.

“... Thanks, Grass,” she whispered, words muffled by the sunshiny yellows of his favorite sweater.

“Don't mention it, ‘Ni! I’m just glad you're okay…”

A comfortable silence fell between them, as familiar as the exhausted embrace they shared under the flickering lights of the Krook House bathroom.

“... You’re still gonna need that tetanus shot though.”

“Fuuuuuuuck!”

#dungeons & drabbles #drabblewrimo #critical role #fcg #cr fcg #anni aughta #the krook house #krook house crew #FCG & Anni #FCG & Anni Aughta #modern human au #Day 11 - Scratch #dungeons & drabbles 2023

[tactax-art]

The cons of being able to fuck with dreams? You get blamed for everything...

#cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod ghost #simon ghost riley #captain john price #tactax mwii creatures au #alb!ghost #i havent decided yet if price is human or sth else #im open to suggestions! #bit out of date - price is a wulver so no human face unless wearing a glamour :P #tt1plus

[random-blep]

Anyways my modern human au for genshin

I like to switch stories around cause these characters never lived their old life, they were born in a modern world and everything that happened in the past were different people.

So let me start with characters and what I think their jobs are and what they are doing in this modern au.

Diluc: The winery is a family owned business and when his father passed away he didn't take on responsibility for the business right away. In his grief he couldn't stand being around the manor so he went abroad for a few years. He was 18 when he left and returned when he was 22. It took 2 years for him and Kaeya to make up mostly. He is currently 24 and taking on responsibility of the winery now, occasionally taking shifts at the bar to help out

Kaeya: The only thing his adopted family knows of him is he was a refugee child from a war riddled nation. His father left him in Mondstadt so that he would be safe. The Ragnvindrs took Kaeya in when he was 7 and officially adopted him when he was 10. He was 16 when Crepus passed and instead of letting himself go through the emotions, he shut down completely. As a minor he was unable to take on the business and he had highschool to finish still. So the business was left to flounder while Diluc was gone. Once Kaeya was 18 he could no longer live in the manor because it was so large and felt so empty without his father or brother. He decided to find a small apartment inside the main city and got a job in law enforcement with his and Dilucs childhood friend Jean. Kaeya is currently 22

Dainslief: Dain wasn't some royal guard that failed, in this au he works as a teacher for refugee children and works with their families. He also works as a translator for those children and families and helps them adjust to their new lives. He tends to travel a lot because of this. Dain is in his late fourties currently.

Zhongli: Zhongli works as a college professor for History at Liyue University. He is known for his long winded lectures and abundance of reading assignments. Every faculty member at the university knows of his adopted son and all are so curious of the boy. Zhongli also in his fourties.

Xiao: Zhongli found Xiao living on the street when he was 20. Xiao had been homeless since he had run away from home as a teenager. He is incredibly greatful for all Zhongli as done for him. A year after being taken in Zhongli asked if he could adopt Xiao. The adoption finalization and Xiaos birthday just happened to overlap on the same day so Zhongli found it only proper to have a celebratory dinner. Xiao is currently 21

Venti: Venti works at the same University as Zhongli. He is a professor of music and literature. Him and Zhongli have been friends since highschool. He is in his fourties as well, only a year younger than Zhongli

Kunikuzushi: he is pursuing a career in art and is currently 26. He currently lives in Inazuma but attended a college in Snezhnaya for art. His adoptive family has been pretty supportive in letting him travel and express himself however he wants. They've been trying to give him all the experiences he couldn't have as a child and they support his freedom very much. He doesn't know very much about his biological mother and isn't too interested in learning much about her.

#yes im only talking about the characters i want to #you can tell which ones ive put more thought into #genshin impact #genshin impact modern human au #modern human au #kaeya alberich #diluc ragnvindr #xiao #adeptus xiao #zhongli #morax #venti #barbatos #scaramouche #Kunikuzushi #dainslief #i wanted to talk about ei and yae but i havent thought about them much

[radamazard]

Dungeons & Drabbles - 2022

Day 4 - Monopoly

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Bells Hells / Crown Keepers Modern Human AU

Chaos.

Pure chaos.

The house rarely looked in such disarray, unless a good lot of them were absolutely smashed. Or worse, like right now… it being game night.

Honestly, you’d think they’d learn, maybe cancel the whole thing. Or at least play some co-op games, something where they had to work together towards a common goal! They had brilliant teamwork skills, well, when it came to each other that was.

But no.

They’d chosen the most competitive of games, the destroyer of families and friendships, and the death of peace itself.

Monopoly.

Imogen ducked as a shoe threw over her head, coming from Fearne’s direction. Where she'd gotten it from, no one knew. The woman didn't even WEAR shoes!

“You lookin’ for a fight, darlin’?” Imogen called out, a fierce smile pulling at her lips as she flashed the street she’d just bought. “We could finish this peacefully… if you're willing to trade. You know the one I want.”

Oh how Fearne gasped, like she’d just been asked to give up her first-born child. Honesty she may have been more willing to give that up than trade away one of her beloved 'possessions’.

“Piccadilly is so fun to say though! Are you sure you wouldn't like to just… give it to me?”

At this Fearne fluttered her eyelashes, leaning forward just a little to show off her cleavage. To her dismay, Imogen didn't budge, not even an inch.

“Your tots are nice, but this business, Fearne. It's Piccadilly for Kings Cross Station, or it's nothing,” Imogen retorted, her tone deathly cool.

“You're no fun…” Fearne pouted, throwing her arms around an exasperated Orym beside her. “Orym, you’ll help me, won't you~? You know how much I adore the stations~”

A sigh left Orym’s lips, as he surveyed the damage around the room. Laudna sat beside Imogen, peached up on the coffee table like a gargoyle. Beside he was Chetney, and the two of them seemed to be in some kind of heated debate (or maybe discussion?), about the game pieces. Something about which was superior, Chet’s hand carved little werewolf, or Laudna’s, uh, resin coated beetle cross moth monstrosity. 

Dorian was right beside Orym, his head resting upon his thigh as he napped. The poor man had had an early start at the cafe today and was never gonna make it through one of their late-night gaming sessions. At least he was blissfully unaware of the disaster around him. For that he was grateful.

Opal and Dariax we're definitely drunk, and we're currently wrestling one another. Over what, Orym couldn't say. He wasn't even sure if it was about the game or not, but they were certainly going at it hard. Already a lamp lay tipped over and bent beside them, a casualty neither of them took any note of.

F’yra wasn't even in the room anymore.

Perhaps she’d decided to leave them to their self-Created hell.

Or maybe she was just in the bathroom.

Either way, she wasn't currently a part of this cluster fuck, thankfully.

Ashton lay on the couch, groaning as FCG wheeled up beside him in their chair and laid a tea towel wrapped packet of peas to Ashton’s black eye. That had been an earlier casualty of this mess, a scuffle and shouting match over a sketchy dice roll by Fearne that had led to an unfortunately timed trip and hand flailing combo. 

There hadn't been any hard feelings over it, and Ashton had stated that they were fine. But Letters had insisted that his partner lay down and they didn't seem to be in the mood anymore to argue.

That had calmed things down, somewhat.

Not enough though.

Not enough at all.

“I think I feel a headache coming on…” Orym muttered, unfortunately just loud enough for anyone not currently bickering to hear.

“Already fuckin’ there,” Ashton said through gritted teeth, and it seemed with that that FCG had officially had enough. He handed the makeshift ice pack to their purple haired companion, gently running his hand through his frizzy soft locks, before directing himself in their shiny yellow (and sticker bedazzled) wheelchair towards The Cabinet.

Orym chuckled weakly, knowing what was coming next. As a show of kindness to the man dozing in his lap, he reached over for a pair of noise canceling headphones (Fearne’s, he thought), and slid them over Dorian’s ears.

Right in time too, as not seconds later FCG turned to face the group, triumphant with their prize from The Cabinet: A fluro, hot pink, knock off Minions branded air horn. He gave the group a fair warning, clearing his throat and calling out first.

“Okay! I think game night is over now! Can we all be quiet, please?”

The only ones to acknowledge them were Ashton and Orym, who both threw FCG a thumbs up before blocking their own ears.

Well. They had been warned now.

A sigh fell from FCG’s lips, before holding the can up high and blasting the air horn.

There was a series of shouts and screams, and a laugh could be heard from F’yra as she stepped into the room from the kitchen, garlic bread in hand. So that was where she’d been.

Swiftly they all fell to silence though, letting Letters put the air horn, so lovingly named Sir Bitch Blaster by both Ashton and Fearne, safely back into its home within The Cabinet.

“Thank y’all! I know you were all havin’ fun there, but we got a black eye, two headaches and a lamp down. Any more fightin’ can move to the backyard! Otherwise, I think we're done here, right?”

There was a scattering of embarrassed and ashamed mutters around the room, and Orym couldn't find himself more grateful than when he witnessed everyone getting up and tidying up the place. 

The fighting was done. Well, at least until the NEXT game night.

But for now, Orym could breathe a little easier.

#DrabbleWRIMO #dungeons & drabbles #critical role #FCG #Ashton #Orym #Imogen #Fearne #Bells Hells #The Crown Keepers #Ashton & FCG #The rest of Bells Hells and the Crown Keepers are here and shown #but they don't have speaking roles like the otherssss #modern human au #Also there's implied Queer Platonic Partners Ashton and FCG in thereeee #Day 4 - Monopoly #Dungeons & Drabbles - 2022

[whetstonefires]

I know I talk about mdzs modern AUs a lot, but it's just somehow become a fascinating adaptation process to me, all these people making their personal calls about the nature of reality.

And a thing I keep coming back to is all the people who deliberately decide to give modern!wwx Mo Xuanyu's build.

To preserve the strength contrast that's leveraged for horny, which like, yeah that's fair, horny is an acceptable reason to make a story choice. I respect that, sometimes grudgingly.

But as a result of noticing this being done, oftentimes it seems without any reflection about why, I've developed this minor obsession with the fact that wwx in his own body at its adult height was fractionally shorter than lwj.

And this was the height he reached after a multi-year period in childhood living on scrounged garbage, plus the three months starving in the mass grave toward the end of his growth period.

Meaning that by all normal logic, a modern AU wwx who did not experience these periods of intense privation--which is most of them; it's quite rare for children to experience that particular form of total neglect in modern developed nations and modernAU!wwx's life ruining circumstances only occasionally involve intense physical torment--is going to be significantly taller as an adult.

Like. Add a few inches on there.

Where are all my adequately nourished six-foot-four Wei Wuxians???

#hoc est meum #mdzs #modern au discourse #malnutrition #i know i've discussed this before #like luo binghe isn't necessarily stunted because his genes are So Powerful #but wwx is a human person #also though the subtext of modern aus that clearly just put him in mxy's body from the word go #like what image of wwx is getting translated here #what story interpretation does this signify what's being valued the most? #the immediate on-page gay romcom of errors sometimes #other times it's less clear #sometimes it's like oh i think this is mostly a gender thing this time #this isn't attachment to the specific on-page dynamic but to the concept of the shou #as a gendered role #etc #wei wuxian #meta #i think this counts as meta

[harveywritings92]

[Demon au: R/n is cranky and pregnant, Ghost and them are driving around at night and are stopped on the side of the road eating Ice-cream and French fries, when a cop suddenly pulls in behind them. Ghost growls and briefly shifts into his demon form believing they were in possible danger, before R/n tells him to settle down, they’ll handle it... he frowns but returns to his human form, as the officer approaches the car.]

Officer, with their hand on their sidearm: Sorry for this, but we’ve been getting reports of a strange person in a vehicle similar to yours, trying to lure children away.

[R/n looks at the cop bewildered before looking at Ghost. He shrugs, they then look at their sleeping toddlers in the backseat; which was why they were out so late in the first place, then back at the cop annoyed.]

R/n: We got two under five and one right here *pats her belly* why the hell would we want someone else’s for?

[Ghost snorts.]

Officer: Okay, my mistake, you two drive safely now, and keep an eye out, A lot of freaks come out at night!

Ghost: Oh trust me, she knows.~

(Ghost flashes his fangs at the startled officer, before R/n hisses at him to sit back down and they drive off.}

#call of duty modern warfare incorrect quotes #call of duty 2022 #demon au #demon! Simon riley #simon riley x reader #cod mw ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #afab reader #pregnant!reader #demon x human #monster x reader