#director au

[ekkocase]

Concept sketch following my idea of director!Wemmbu instead of Eggchan being the director! I don't... really plan on finishing this.

EDIT: WHY DIDN"T IT SEND THE DRAWING

[callmearcturus]

5,100 words, i have one more scene to write, FINALLY some fucking progress

[chronologically-challenged]

Hello, I have my little guy, a thirdfrin AU where Siffrin made a wish, but unlike Loop, wasn't as much of a guide. Loop calls him stardust, but he's more aptly named "The Director". Thus, Director AU.

An AU where Siffrin was convinced the loops would never end, that this was always going to be their life forever more, this too sweet existence grating until they feel like they're nothing, he makes another wish.

"I don't want to be here, I can't keep up acting like this, but please give me the power to keep going"

But The Director is not a guide. They are here to ensure that this Siffrin will endure.

Another Siffrin wakes up in the meadow, another try to end these cursed loops. Loop is not as fun of a guide, but they look at this new Siffrin, and calls him our satellite. Loop doesn't play any games, no laughing no fun, the break was lost when stardust decided to give up too. Besides, Loop learned their lesson in trying the same things over and over again and expecting different results. Loop tells them about the keys and refuses to let them leave rooms without taking the ones they would have missed otherwise, makes sure they always go the right directions, all of it.

Perhaps Loop is a good guide, but not much of a friend.

This Loop also doesn't talk with this Siffrin except for the bare minimum. "I'm here to guide you, satellite! Nothing more, nothing less! If you want to talk to someone about the loops, maybe you should talk to your party!"

Loop is a bit more insistent about this whole "tell your party about the loops" thing. Siffrin doesn't get it.

Loop lets Siffrin die to the King; they don't think Siffrin would have believed them if they said he needed a shield. But the dutiful guide tells them of a shield and a secret library. As Siffrin goes to get their needed tools, Loop tries to think of what they can do to make sure their satellite doesn't fall into despair like their stardust did. Because, despite stardust abandoning them, Loop fundamentally believes there is a way out. There HAS to be.

Why would they be here to help otherwise?

Siffrin defeats the King after a few tries. After victory Mirabelle runs ahead. Happily, he guides the rest of the party to the Head Housemaiden and to the end of their journey.

But there's a shout, Mirabelle runs back.

Something is blocking the way. A giant curtain of night as far as the eye can see stretches across the top of the house. There's also a welcome mat sitting oddly on the ground. Everyone tries to read it, but they only get a headache.

Suddenly, the curtain opens, a white glove beckons.

There are two choices, to take it or not.

Curiously, knowing they can just loop if something goes wrong, Siffrin takes it, much to the other's distress.

They're INSTANTLY pulled in. Beyond the curtain, there is nothing but an empty void and a face familiar to their own, but wrong wrong wrong. A star in their stomach, hair of stars, and an incomprehensible shade echoing out from their feet and hair. The being has no eyes to see, but Siffrin knows They Are Looking At Him.

"What are you?" Siffrin asks.

The being opens their mouth and reveals a full row of sharp teeth, made to tear apart and swallow. They speak, but Siffrin cannot hear the words.

The being closes their mouth. And opens it once more.

A single thought echoes and echoes in Siffrin's head.

[GO BACK]

Siffrin.

Loops.

Siffrin wakes up in the meadow.

[Memory of Control] When equipping this memory, your attack speed increases, but you will always do a random attack on your turn.

They immediately go to Loop. Good thing, because the star looks frantic. "I can't see anything past the King, satellite, but I know SOMETHING went down. Now explain."

Siffrin explains what's going on.

And by the end Loop looks on in horror, "oh stardust," they whisper, far too quiet, and almost said without their permission, "what have you done?"

And thus begins their mission to figure out what is going on with this "stardust".

[shilohsaurusss]

one thing i REALLY like and noticed about parrot being the director au and actors au is that like director au is SO possible in actors au….. like just think about it for a second. if wifies and parrot were the only ones who knew that uu!wifies was gonna die, how did the director of actors au not know? that’s unless PARROT IS THE DIRECTOR?!!! LIKE HEAR ME OUT…. in actors au, parrot literally IS the director in the show since him and wifies were the ONLY ones to know wifies was gonna die?? how would they do that in the script if the director didn’t know? THEY WOULDNT. thats why PARROT IS THE DIRECTOR????? someone PLEASE tell me if im onto something or if i just need to stop talking😿🙏🙏🙏

[madmanwonder]

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Fusion AU: Celebrity AU - Director AU + Super AU: Supervillain AU

Director Ethan meets Actress turned Supervillain Alcina. She wants to be in his next movie, and isn't taking no for an answer.

Alcina: Mr.Winter! Your star is here for the starring role in your upcoming film~!

Ethan: But I already got a—

The director was effectively and effortlessly lifted off the ground and his blue eyes staring into the intense, inhuman yellowish red eyes of the vampire-like blue-blood supervillain.

Alcina: I will be the leading star of your film. Right Me.Winter~?

[biaswreckmepls]

hey, i was wondering what type of fics you like to read? and if you could rec some and rec some of your fav fics or the ones (if) you’re reading now !!!! btw i seriously love your blog 🥺

Asking me what I’m reading right now is lowkey useless (as is the type of fic I like to read - everything that’s not an ask is what I like to read, which is a lot, it’d be easier to ask what I don’t like lmao), I can read more than a fic a day depending on how the day’s going and how long the fic is LOL (does that make me crazy? do i need help?? some jesus in my life?? who knows)

But yeah, I can definitely rec some fics that I’ve recently read and enjoyed, just as a fun thing without any theme:

Personal recs

spark by lovker (Sugamon, Monster Hunter World AU, One-shot, 12K, T, Namjoon learns how to bake break and keeps giving some to the blacksmith) - This is the first rec I’ve read set in a video game, and I only know which game this is thanks to the good old McElboys lol. It’s a really sweet fic, and super unusual.

what's cooking by lovker (Sugamon, Youtuber AU, One-shot, 14K, M, Namjoon is a disaster in the kitchen until he sees Suga’s youtube tutorials) - This is usually done as Namjin so it was a nice change to have a different pairing, a nice mix of fluff and crack, very sweet

Blue Neighbourhood by raplinelover (Yoonmin, Actor AU, Director AU, One-shot, 30K, M, Yoongi’s directing an LGBT movie in SK, and the lead actor is his old childhood friend and crush Jimin) - a healthy dose of pining and introspection and feelings, a win for the community

You are the tteokbokki of my heart by sirona (Yoonjin, Chef AU, Restaurant AU, Blogger AU, 3 Chapters, 30K, M, Jin’s obsessed with this one restaurant’s food and wants to meet the chef, but no one’s ever seen him) - yes!! Yoongi is not a grump he’s just shy ok

Two Soulmates And A Duck by internetpistol (Vmin, One-shot, 14K, T, Jimin and Tae are majorly pining and miscommunicating, and they use the Punishment duck to work it out) - mutual pining + crack + friends to lovers, what more do you need?

I think this is a healthy number of fics to keep you busy for a while lol

Thank you for asking for these!! It’s been a while that I’ve gotten to rec what I like, no holds barred, and I really enjoyed it!! I’m really touched, that you’d just ask to see what I like, it’s really sweet 🥺Love you!! ^u^

[aliypop]

Lights Camera Action                 ( Chapter 1)              Dinner In Bespin

Wordcount: 1,006

A/N: When Alana Mabecorge daughter of two Acting legends finds herself back in the Galaxy Far away better known as Hollywood she learns that maybe it’s not so bad

Warning: none

Don't you ever leave my sight again,"  

"That's a wrap!" Anakin shouted sitting in his chair while Padme, Dean, and Celfra had all just finished shooting their last scenes together, 

"How did I do.." Dean asked his beautiful Co-Star, watching her blush,

"Good as always Clargo," Celfra winked at him, walking towards Anakin and Padme who had already taken the liberty in celebrating the wrap of his new movie, Anakin was in his prime as a director quite legendary some would even say the chosen ones, such as his mentor, 

"Celfra, Dean, We'll ugh see you at the party." he laughed watching the two look at each other, "And I assume you both have dates," he smirked at the clueless love birds, as Celfra shook off what he had said, Deans eye's followed every movement that Celfra made, but he still had to wonder what would they say about him ruining her image as Hollywoods good girl actress, 

"Obi darling it's good to see you," Celfra hugged him, dressed in an all-blue gown made from her favorite designer back home in Sacramento Naboo, "It's been a long time since I've seen you," he laughed, as Celfra rolled her eyes, 

"It was only two months ago," she replied sipping her martini, 

"I'm telling you, you go up there and you... What are you doing.." Anakin asked watching Dean walk off towards the young fire engine haired woman, "Don't worry about it Ani," he chuckled, "I just kid from a street in the Bronx called Corellia so what are the odds," he shrugged, as Anakin only sighed, 

Famous Actor and Actress Dean Clargo and  Celfra Mabecorge Tie the knot.

"Hey, Lana we need more beer here," the Cantina was the hottest bar in all of the state of Texas in the small town that was Tatooine, the business was slow sometimes, but to Lana it was rewarding, "I'm coming, hold your boots Mos.." she sighed, her dark curls a muck on the top of her head,  Lana Corge loved her life no flashing lights although maybe Jabba, the supposedly big-time producer charged of holding way too much spice, then again when was it too little, walking back towards the bar she heard whistles from a group of men as she shot them a glare,

"Don't you dare.." her eyes met with one, he seemed like a Bespin California guy, she could pick out a Bespin boy the same way she knew Nabooian natives, she grew around those people,  "You are stunning," the man said, he looked to be in his somewhat early to mid-'20s,  

"Can I get you anything.. you worm .." "Now that's no way to talk to him,"

"No.. No.. she's right, sorry I'm-" he started to say as the waitress glared at him, "Lando Calrissian the famous actor, I've never heard of you.." she shrugged writing down orders from the table next to where he was sitting, Alana never cared about Hollywood, and nothing could change her mind now,

"Say have you ever thought about acting,"

"What's that..." the young woman laughed, pretending to be clueless, she knew what he was trying to do, and she knew that he recognized her, "What you're doing right now Mabecorge.." he smirked watching her pause in her tracks, he knew she was hiding from something, fear perhaps or maybe her parents shadow becoming her own,

"I have no idea what you're-" "Look there's a party back in Cloud City if we leave now,"

Alana sighed looking at the taller man, "Fine I'll go, but we tell no one I'm related to the greats," she said in air quotes,

Actor Lando Spotted With Mystery Girl.

"And, that's when I said, You're fired," all around Alana was people laughing and boozing it up, just like she had remembered Bespin to be when she was little, standing next to her however seemed to have been a shy guy, he hadn't uttered more than two words since she had been there, and at this point, "Lana babe there's someone I want you to meet," Lando gestured for her to come over,

"Like the legendary Dean Mabecorge said I'm just a simple man from the Bronx streets of,"

"Corellia.. " they had both said in unison eye's now locked on each other,  noticing the fact that he was surrounded by actresses and models she knew that he just had to be "I'm Han Solo,"  he said now standing in front of her, "Not interested, " she looked down at him, a smirk on her face,  

"At least tell me your name-"

"This is Lana Corge... my new protege and a rising star," he smiled, "You should have her audition sometime Mr. big time,"  she pushed past Lando angered at the fact of him talking for her rather than doing it herself, this was one of the reasons she left show business, and the other was now standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom,

"No I'm not making a mistake, Yes I know, but he's got a good idea,"

"Well, Well, Well, If it isn't Leia, taking over her mother's production company.." she smiled watching the young woman in white turn around, "You got some nerve turning back up here Mabecorge," she said her eye's still on the mirror, "Look I know it's not the best-"

"You left me.."

"I left everyone Leia, not just you!" she sighed, fixing up her make up, "Beside's I'll be out of your hair anyways, it was nice seeing you and-"

"I'll tell you Han buddy, she's perfect" Lando smirked his hand on Han's shoulder, "But can she act," he asked, knowing already that Lando was known as the big swindler in the acting world, "Doesn't matter when she's pretty now does it.." he winked, Alana had her ear pressed against the door listening,

"I'm making movies, not a fashion show," he sighed,

"Which means.."

"Bring her by the studio Monday..and if she's as good as you say she is."

"Then.."

"We've got our leading actress."

[ecfandom]

Director!AU

Here’s the longer version to that director au--

Diving into Lexa’s back story-- she’s an orphan (surprise!) living with foster parents that are decent people, but struggling to make ends meet. The income they get for fostering children helps, but they just don’t have enough to go around and the system is to overloaded to do anything about it.

Which means that Lexa goes to her new school in hand-me-downs that are too big and have holes in them. She has bushy, curly hair and glasses that are too big. She has a little scab from a knick on her nose that never seems to heal. Her genu valgum “knock knees” makes it hard to walk, but she’s a sweet little girl with a giant heart. She’s tiny for her age, quiet and meek, but a curious little thing.

Putting it all together, it makes her an easy target for the school bullies. It gets really bad when Lexa’s homeroom teacher gives them an assignment to start keeping a journal for the rest of the year. They’d never have to read it out loud, but the teacher would check every week for an assigned page count. Lexa doesn’t have much of her own, but she has her journal and she loves it. She fills almost the whole thing the first night she takes it home. She’s such a curious little story teller, she fills its pages with her thoughts and her ideas, her hopes and dreams.

Sweet, sweet little Lexa is walking to school the next morning when a group of juniors ambush her, shoving her to the ground, stealing her backpack. They dig for the journal they know is in there because they heard about the assignment and it sounded like perfect ammo.

But the boy who takes the journal isn’t content to torment Lexa with it, no he blackmails her. He promises that he won’t read it to everyone if she gives him her lunch money, but our sweet, little Lexa doesn’t have any lunch money. She gets her lunches from the school’s aid program. She spends that whole day sweating and shaking and itching to get home. When she does, she runs straight up to her room and digs out her piggy bank. Her foster parents tried to give them an allowance when they could and while the other kids always spend it on gum and toys during their grocery trips, Lexa stowed hers away for safe keeping.

She breaks it open that night and counts it out. She’s got $12.07. She shoves it into the pocket of her pants she’s got laid out for the next day. The next morning, she’s a nervous mess walking to school with her hand clenched around her money. She walks up to her bully and meekly taps him on the shoulder. When he turns, he leers at her and she wants to shrink away, but she needs that journal back. She holds out her money in a shaky hand, but that boy is so cruel. He grabs the money and backs away, smirking and laughing, holding the journal above Lexa’s head and dangling it in front of her. He starts walking away, and little Lexa does her best to keep up, but she can barely walk let alone run. She tries to chase after him, begging for her journal back, but he only laughs harder as kids join in, laughing.

God it’s the worst thing in the world and Lexa wants to die. Out of nowhere there’s a blur of blonde and there’s a shriek of pain as this little blonde blur nails Lexa’s bully in the shin with her sneaker. He drops the journal in his pain and the girl grabs the journal and gives him another kick for good measure.

She’s mostly big, blue eyes and a toothy grin when she walks up to Lexa and hands her the journal back. She’s got a hot pink bow in her hair and the shoelaces to her sneakers are untied. She’s a wild little thing that chatters non stop and Lexa has no idea how to handle her.

But she doesn’t disappear. Suddenly Lexa finds the little girl, Clarke, walking with her to the corner after school and picking her up at the corner to walk to school. She’s there at lunch, talking Lexa’s ear off and smiling that smile that makes Lexa want to smile too, but she doesn’t. And then there’s the day when Clarke catches onto Lexa’s lackluster lunches that are always the same, so she slides her fancy deviled-eggs her mom makes her over to Lexa and stares at her with a little smile, nodding toward them until Lexa gently takes one out of the plastic baggy and eats it. Every day after that, Clarke joins Lexa for lunch and slides over whatever fancy thing her mom has made her that day.

Things escalate her sophomore year. Those juniors become seniors and the new sense of power makes them brave and reckless. They corner Lexa one day after school. They trip her, yell at her, kick at her while she cowers on the ground. Clarke is there in a heartbeat, diving into the center of the scrap and shoving and throwing hands until a teacher comes and breaks up the rest of it.

Lexa took some good hits to the stomach and is not doing so hot. She’s bruised and her lip is bleeding and she’s scared and confused. She’s bigger than Clarke, but when Clarke wraps her arm around her and pulls her close, Lexa tucks lets her head fall to Clarke’s shoulder all the way to the nurse’s office.

Lexa will never be able to say it, but Clarke means the world to her and she’s so grateful for her. Which makes it a little harder to leave when she finds out she has enough credits to graduate. But she has to. Life has been to hard for her, too hard on her, in high school and she needs something new. She tells Clarke one day during their lunch tradition. It’s probably only the fifth or so thing she’s actually said to Clarke, but it’s the thing that lands. They promise to stay in touch, and they try, but Lexa is sixteen and Clarke is thirteen an they’re just in different places in their life. They don’t mean to drift apart, but it happens. They emailed a little, but the last email Clarke gets is Lexa telling her she’s gotten into a summer film festival in Lucerne. Lexa promises to tell her about it, but Clarke never hears and she gets so wrapped up in her senior year of high school and graduating that she forgets to follow up. She keeps meaning to each time she remembers but then she forgets to remember and that’s how it fizzles out.

They never stop thinking about each other though. Lexa has turned into a machine with her eye on one goal and one goal only. She wants to be a world renowned, widely celebrated director. She never wants to feel like that small little girl who got picked on every single day. She wants to tell stories of kids like her and wants to tell the stories she imagine up that got her through each day. She’s gotten her knees fixed up, gotten contacts, some new threads, a good looking watch. She looks the part and she’s going to be the part and she has no interest in distractions.

It makes her hard, and severe. She’s not friendly, she’s borderline mean. She doesn’t love who she’s become but she doesn’t know how else to be, especially when she's constantly fending off fake people who were cruel to her all her life until she became famous. She doesn’t want to be vulnerable anymore. She can’t be. Especially not in her industry. She may not be well liked, but she is respected and that’s all that matters to her. Fast forward about ten years, and she’s done what she set out to do. Lexa is a famous, successful director. She’s lonely, she hates that she feels so angry and detached all the time, but her career is where she wants it to be, and that’s good enough.

Meanwhile, Clarke has moved to LA to pursue her art career. She’s worked hard to rub shoulders with who she needs to and for the most part they’re all sleazy and awful, but they’re important so she puts up with it. Like the way she’s putting up with the art curator who has invited her to a party in the pacific palisades attended by LA’s artistic elite.

Being in LA has brought Lexa back to the forefront of Clarke’s mind. She’d followed her career, but she could see that this Lexa was not the Lexa that she once knew. A part of her still aches for her, though, hard edges and all. She's aware that being in the same city could potentially mean they see each other again, but she'd have no idea how to reach out. Lexa is a famous blockbuster director now...Clarke wouldn't even know where to begin contacting her. She gives up on the notion a little bit, and is totally not expecting to see Lexa at this party she's been dragged to. It hits her like a tidal wave, sucking the air out of her lungs when she shows up and there's Lexa in the middle of it all.

Clarke watches her for what has to be an hour, always keeping Lexa in her line of sight until she can’t focus on the conversations she’s having anymore. Her feet are moving before she even knows what’s happening. She can feel the eyes on her, but somehow she can’t bring herself to care. She’s reaching out to tap on Lexa’s finely dressed shoulder when she hears a snicker, but she’s already going for it and she couldn’t pull back even if she wanted to.

She's rendered speechless when Lexa turns around. She doesn't even register the shock and awe on Lexa's face because she's too lost in what she's just done. She can feel those eyes on her again, but all she cares about is Lexa and that sweet face that hasn't really changed. There's the tiniest scar on her nose from that stubborn scab she'd had as a child, her hair has been reigned in and she can see contacts in those green eyes, but for the most part, for the important parts, Lexa hasn't changed. It makes Clarke smile like an idiot until she remembers to say something.

"Hi, I'm sorry to interrupt. I just...you might not remember me, but we--"

"Clarke." Lexa says it so quietly, so reverently like she almost can't believe her eyes. And maybe she can't.

It makes Clarke's smile grow and her eyes water (just a little bit). She even laughs under her breath because she can't believe this is happening. She can't believe she has Lexa within arm's reach again. She can't believe how much Lexa has changed and not changed at all. "Hi," she says again, awestruck.

"What are you--" but Lexa stops and turns to the people she'd been speaking with. "I'm sorry, if you'll just excuse me..." The people get the message and drift off so that she and Clarke are alone.

"I didn't mean to interrupt--"

"No...no, god no, that's. They're. It's nothing. You...how are you? What are you doing here?"

"I just moved out. I'm...a painter, or trying to be--"

"Oh yes, that's right. That's amazing, Clarke, your gig with the--" but Lexa stops because she realizes how much she's just revealed. She smiles at herself and shakes her head. "That's great."

Their conversation lulls but only because they're too busy taking each other in. Lexa can't stop smiling that small smile as Clarke exhales a nervous laugh and shakes her head.

"I can't believe...gosh, this is crazy."

Lexa smiles at Clarke's nerves, completely endeared.

"Look at you." Clarke doesn't even think before reaching out to feel the hem of Lexa's blazer. "You look good."

Lexa tries to bite back her smile but she can't. They spend the rest of the night talking about anything and everything they can think of to keep the conversation going, which isn't hard. They have so much to say to each other. So much to learn and catch up on.

It hits Clarke so suddenly at the end of the night when Lexa wraps her up in a tight hug, just how much she loves Lexa. And maybe at first it'd been puppy love or even platonic love. Maybe she'd just felt protective over the sweet girl with the big clothes and wobbly knees. But she can't kid herself anymore, not with Lexa standing on her door step looking at her like she's heaven on earth. She'd dated, she'd even really liked some of those people, but standing here looking up at Lexa she knows that all of those feelings she'd had and harbored for that bullied little girl, finally has a name.

"It was so good to see you," Lexa breathes more than says. She's still so shocked to have Clarke so close. She doesn't want to let her go, but when she has a promise from Clarke that they'll meet up for coffee in a couple weeks when Lexa's shooting schedule lightens up, she gives Clarke a small kiss on the cheek and wishes her a good night.

Neither of them stop smiling the rest of the night and when the day comes to meet up for coffee, Lexa can't believe how nervous she is. She puts on four different outfits and spends over an hour in her bathroom putting a look together. She rolls her eyes at herself--she's a famous, insanely wealthy and successful Hollywood director -- and she's nervous about a date with a girl. But it's not just any girl...it's Clarke. Her Clarke with her wild blonde hair and crazy blue, blue eyes who took on boys three times her size to keep Lexa from harm's way, the girl who gave Lexa her homemade treats at lunch to make sure Lexa got enough to eat.

Lexa lets out a shaky exhale as she smoothes out her sweater for one last time and forces herself to get going before making herself late.

The coffee date leads to a dinner that leads to a party they attend together to a brunch to a few lunch dates and eventually to a really special night together where Clarke runs her fingers along Lexa's surgical scars on her knees, kissing every part of her to let her know how loved she is.

A year and a half manages to fly by. Shortly after their reunion, Lexa sought out therapy to help her find a healthy balance with work and fun, help her work through her bullying, and help her develop healthier, happier emotions. She gets really centered and content. They're both doing such good things in their career, they're so in love, things are really really special for the two of them.

One of Lexa's movies premieres at Sundance that year and they've been having a blast in Utah, snuggled up by the fire, skiing together, walking around the shops hand in hand. They're on cloud nine as a couple and things are only looking up. It's Clarke's first premiere and she's so excited to support Lexa and see what she's been working on since they reconnected in LA.

They're sitting in the theater and the production company logos roll. Clarke clocks Lexa's company's logo, "Golden Hair Productions," a silhouette of a girl with braids from behind, and files it away to ask Lexa bout it at the end. The movie ends to thunderous applause, Clarke is so amazed and in love and excited. She almost forgets to ask, but when she remembers, she leans over and asks Lexa about the company name. Several people have asked Lexa about it before, but she's always been cryptic. Clarke leans over and jokingly asks, "So who's this girl? A past lover?" Lexa looks at her for a moment, and Clarke thinks she's going laugh it off, but Lexa just says, "You really don't know?" Clarke shakes her head and Lexa digs into her pocket for her wallet and pulls an old poloroid picture out. It's faded and over exposed, but you can see a little girl in overalls, her blonde hair falling out of its singular braid. It's the silhouette in Lexa's production company and when Clarke looks closer, she recognizes the overalls hanging off the little girl. She looks up at Lexa with wide, wet eyes and Lexa smiles.

"It's you, Clarke," she says quiets. "You're my golden hair girl. You saved my life."

Clarke doesn't know what to say. She's speechless and crying as the audience around them is still clapping and oblivious to the couple and their moment. Clarke can't imagine anyone more amazing and special than Lexa and she doesn't think she could ever be happier.

She's proven wrong when Lexa proposes to her later that night.