Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you'd like)
I was tagged by @tragediegh and since I know you're a fan, here's a little bit of Disaster AU that I've been promising @alloysius-g for ages now (it's almost done!):
“They’re Golden’s artist friends, mostly.” Regal paused. “And then there’s Cosgo.” He pointed to a man wearing large headphones stood behind a mixer and a set of turntables, nodding along to the beat. Unlike the others, he looked like any number of boys she might have gone to school with, the kind usually found slumped against the side of the school building smoking cigarettes between classes. “He’s a Persian prince.”
“That’s impossible,” Molly said, “Persia doesn’t exist anymore.”
Regal nodded. “That’s precisely what I said. Apparently it's all quite political." But his attention had already shifted, his eyes narrowed upon a figure Molly recognized immediately. Gary Golden, as gleaming as his name, had his arm slung around the waist of a pretty college-aged woman, and was gesturing between her and a sullen faced young man. "That rotten prick. Come along, Molly."
tagging @alloysius-g @emilykaldwen @theothermaidoftarth @rillian-rohirrim @lairn
take my hand (my whole life too)
An Alex/Lucy natural disaster au
Chapter Three
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Lucy has to admit, the café is good. The oversized blueberry muffin she is making her way through is soft and delicious with a nice crust on top. The iced tea is perhaps not sweet enough, but she has come to expect that outside of the south. All in all it’s a great breakfast.
If only Lois would stop pestering her.
"C'mon, Lulu."
"There's nothing to tell."
Lois rolls her eyes. "We both know that's not true. You know I won't tell Dad, if that's the problem."
No, Lois wouldn't, but that isn't the problem.
The problem is Alex is a girl.
[on AO3]
major thanks to @sandstonesunspear, @crimsoncat21, @endersbegin, @cookie-sheet-toboggan, and @slugger35
Today's sketch is the crossover no one asked for. If Mace gets a visual on Cad Bane though, things would get spicy very fast...
I'm on harebrained day away from writing a double investigation where each "dad" splits from their kid to gather more intel and the two kids meet and band together. Though it would be perfectly in line for the "Disaster AU."
No real sketch this time, I went the dubious way of refining the initial croquis. Here it's still in a rough stage on the left vs finished coloured lineart.
Request: Imagine winning a ticket to a luxury cruise, disaster strikes and you end up shipwrecked on an island with none other than Tom Hiddleston…
You thought that this was your chance, you finally won something!
A not just a bar of chocolate or something, but a ticket for a luxury cruise. And you just couldn’t wait to be on the ship. You won the ticket when you went with a friend of yours to shop at a mall, there was a young woman trying to get people to spin the wheel and win. You and your friend thought why not. She won a coupon while you won the ticket.
The only downside was probably that you had to go alone. But other than that, your prize included everything.
It was a month and a half trip on the Atlantic Ocean, the trip would start from Portugal and it would go over to America, the first stop is Brazil and then Miami and then it would be back to Portugal. It honestly sounded like the best vacation one could have. Being on a luxurious ship that offers everything you can wish for, beautiful rooms, restaurants, shops, and scenery, really sounded like a dream.
It was almost as if it was too good to be true.
And it was.
Because on the fourth day of the ship, everything went downhill.
You got woken up by an awful loud sound and then the alarm went off. Everyone was yelling, panicking and running around.
Everything was chaos.
At some point a person pushed you and you ended up hitting your head. Just as you reached the dock, you saw what caused the panic, fire.
The loud sound you heard was an explosion and then came the fire.
You heard crying, shouting as you ended up falling over the railing and into the water.
Luckily for you, you found a piece of wood to hold yourself up.
You were on the open water for a day, trying to find other survivors was impossible, since after you fell off, the ship another explosion hit, but this one, blew the whole ship up. The whole ship was gone in a matter a minutes. Leaving everyone dead.
You were devastated.
You watched hundreds of people die, a huge ass ship sink and the fact that your whole life was ruined wasn’t even your biggest concern. All you could think about is the bodies, as you floated with them in the water. Reminding yourself that all of them had lives, families. So, this is what they call ‘survivors guilt’?
Another day passed on the piece of wood. Now you floated far away. And honestly? You were ready to die. Thirst will get to you quick or exhaustion.
Then you heard a faint noise, it made you pick your head up, but as you couldn’t see anything other than water, you blamed it on your imagination.
Then you saw it, in the corner of your eye, an island.
The revelation lit a fire inside you as you basically raced there.
And once you were on land, you flopped down in the shade of a tree, you slept what felt like days, hunger and thirst woke you up.
You sat on the sand for a good minute before going into the forest and finding a water source and a coconut to eat. You were extremely lucky to be able to find a water source that is safe to drink and food at the same time in such a short amount of time.
***
You didn’t know how long you have been on the island. On an island in the middle of the Ocean. Every day, you’d go to the beach in hopes of seeing a ship or plane, to see someone who will help you. After all, it wasn’t that small of an island, it had a mountain and when you climbed up there, you noticed that the place was bigger than you originally thought. The water has washed some wreckage from the ship to shore, from those materials, you were able to build yourself a shelter, but after a few days you found a cave in the mountain, and now you were living there. It rained a lot on the island. Which was a great way for you to collect water. You even found a pond and river in the forest, but you saw enough episodes on Discovery Channel and you knew better than to immediately jump into the water. After you made sure everything was fine with it, which was, you decided to go there every day to clean yourself and to collect water.
You managed by yourself, but one thing never left you, the nightmares. Whenever you thought back, all those people, children as well. Just… dead.
One night, it was the worst storm since you have been there. You sat back at the furthest part of the cave, trying to keep yourself warm with your found clothes and blankets. You watched the entrance of the cave with fear and alarm. Then suddenly out of nowhere, a man appeared in front of the cave. He was breathing heavily, clothes dirty and wet, he had facial hair, which was an obvious giveaway that he had been there for some time now.
Both of you froze as you just stared at each other. You grabbed your defense knife so if he tried anything, you’d be ready. But he didn’t, instead, he was the first to talk.
“Are you from the cruise as well?”
That’s when you recognized his face. You saw him, wearing a nice blue suit, shaved, eating with the rich. You heard that he was an actor, but even so, you were glad to have at least one person with you.
“Yes. How did you get away? Are you alone?” you asked, putting your knife down, he came a bit closer to you, the storm was too loud outside. He sat down on the opposite side of the fire. He looked tired and relieved that he found not only shelter and warmth but a person too.
“I’m alone. After the cruise blew up, I was knocked into the water. I survived, but I have this.” he said as he pointed at a very nasty looking cut on his chest.
You stood up and opened a luggage, looking for the first aid kit you found earlier in one of them.
When you pulled the white box out, you heard him letting a sigh out, probably relieved that he would get help. You patched up his cut as best as you could. You prepared him by saying that you had to sew the cut together.
“My name is Y/N Y/L/N.” you said while you applied the finishing touches, trying to keep his mind off of the pain. It was rather hard to do so since you weren’t a nurse and he was grunting and moaning in pain.
“Tom Hiddleston.” he got his name out during another groan.
When you were done, you put everything into a bowl to wash it. When you looked back at him, he was sleeping. The exhaustion and the pain got to him.
***
The next day you were there when he woke up. You gave him some food.
“I don’t know how long I have been here. What about you?”
“About a week I’d say. I tried to keep track but I just couldn’t.” he said as he looked at you. “But you made a shelter, I never did. I walked around this island, trying to find something or someone. Then yesterday, during the storm, I was looking for shelter and then I thought I saw light coming from here. I’m glad I was right.”
Hearing someone talk was like a blessing, having someone to talk to was even better. You and Tom talked for a very long time. You both shared your stories and basically helped each other get through and over the trauma.
If it wasn’t for the tragedy, you would have never been able to sit down with him like this and talk.
And you were glad you had the opportunity since he was a very sincere and kind person. And the fact that he helped you a lot was only a bonus.
You made the most out of your situation, you built a house in the forest near the river, a small wooden house, but it fitted perfectly with the weather and was a lot warmer than the cave.
Since Tom and you were the only ones on the island, you became close. He helped you hunt and skin animals, when you asked how he knew about those things, he said that he had a role like that once.
You soon became friends.
But as one night you finally had enough, you decided he needed to shave. He said he never did it with a blade, so you had to do it.
As you sat in the cabin, next to the fire, shaving the man, you admired his face.
Sure, he was handsome, but without his beard, his cheeks were more visible so was his jawline, and those eyes, those blue eyes had you mesmerized.
He smiled when he noticed you staring at him, but that smile soon turned serious when he noticed just what state you were in. You looked like you were under some kind of spell.
You slowly moved closer to him, staring at his lips then into his eyes. You stopped for a brief second, waiting for him to pull back and reject you, but when you felt his hand on your back, pulling you closer, you weren’t afraid anymore.
As your lips melted into his, you completely forgot your situation, you completely forgot the place you were at, all that mattered was how perfectly his thin warm lips felt against yours.
The next morning you woke up naked, on the floor and in his arms.
You wanted to sit up or at least change your position, but he held you way too close and tight. All you could do was wait for Tom to wake up while you stared at the wall thinking.
You wondered if he’d wake up regretting last night. You wondered if he even saw you that way or he just let you do what you wanted to.
And when he finally woke up, you didn’t even know why you were so nervous, even if he said he wasn’t certain about his feelings, he didn’t turn you down, instead, he said he was interested where it will take the two of you.
Sure, the two of you had different backgrounds but the tragedy brought the two of you together, the two of you were able to find heaven on earth and changed the hellish place into a paradise of your own.
So this song is so hauntingly harmonic and I love it. It makes me think of our current situation and holding onto the friendships/relationships we have despite everything feeling like it’s falling apart. “As long as we’re going down, baby you should stick around.”
But that’s not what y’all came here for. 😂=
So the story that I automatically connect this to is a WIP I have lurking in the Drive called Gone. I’ve teased it before, I think... But I could be totally wrong...
Gone: Modern/Disaster AU
Entering a neighborhood that didn't look as destroyed, she looked for more people. Still no one alive. It looked like more explosions had occurred further out from the city center as well, but more randomly and further apart. It was hard to tell one place from the next with all the smoke and with everything in ruins. A noise. Whipping herself around, she looked for the source. An apartment building, most of it collapsed, appeared to be where it was coming from, a pounding and a weak voice. It was her imagination, right? Afraid to call out, afraid to go in and afraid to look if it was someone else alive, she moved closer to the door, blown off its hinges, and stepped inside.
The bottom floor was relatively intact but the gaping holes in the ceiling didn't offer her much comfort as to the building's stability. There were no bodies here, a blessing, but something that made her wary. Had these people known to get out before it happened? Could they be alive somewhere else? Could her own family be alright? She hadn't been able to find a working phone anywhere and it wasn't too hard to imagine that all the phones were out. The power certainly was.
Again the sound of something moving, of someone moving. This time she was certain it was a person. She heard pounding, maybe kicking, and what sounded like a voice speaking in angry hushed tones. Following the sound to its source, a simple door blocked her way. It was locked from the outside. Was someone trapped? How was this one door in perfect shape when everything else was in shambles? Listening more closely, there was no longer any doubt in her mind that there was someone behind the door. She hesitated to call out, unable to form the words she felt would break the small spell of hope she had found. There was someone else alive.
The doorknob wouldn't budge at first. Unsure why it would be stuck, she jiggled the top lock to make sure it was undone, then tried the knob again. This time it shocked her finger, a zap of static electricity. She shook out her hand, staring balefully at the offending object. Her own distorted face stared back and she sighed. A third try proved more fruitful, the strangely cool metal spinning under her touch to pop open the door. A set of wooden stairs greeted her, dipping down into a dark basement.
This was the last thing she had hoped for. It might explain why someone was alive, but the thought of going down into the dark alone didn't thrill her. The sounds from below were no longer audible and now she worried that she'd made them up. How could she have heard something from down here out on the street? Dipping into her purse, she found the key chain flashlight her little brother had given her when she moved out, a joke gift she was becoming increasingly more fond of by the moment. Its tiny beam did little to illuminate the darkness, but it was certainly better than nothing at all. It made her feel better if nothing else.
There was little else in the basement room aside from a few boxes and another door. This too was locked from the outside and had several locks this time as well as a shelf in front of it. How could there be someone in there if the shelves were there? But the sound of a body moving within the room, the sound of someone trying to find a way out... The shelves were light enough but she was weak. Once finished, she had to take a moment to make sure it wasn't her making the noise. Sure enough, a soft thump made her startle. “Hello?” she murmured. The smoke and coughing from before had made her voice hoarse and raw, barely loud enough to wake a sleeping person.
“Is someone out there?” The confirmation was like a kick in the gut and she struggled not to cry in relief. “Get me outta this hellhole!” The voice was distinctly male and distinctly angry.
“Why are you locked in there?” she wondered aloud, rushing over to the door to set about the locks. Each one gave her a shock more powerful than the last. “What is with these doors?” she gasped, sucking her fingers after the last one. The knob gave her no trouble this time and she sighed in relief. The door swung open and smoke piled out around her, forcing her to close her eyes, coughing and covering her face with her handkerchief.
“Damn,” he too coughed, “I thought I was going to roast in there.” She suddenly felt the heat coming from the room and she backed up the stairs to get away from it. He followed, a vague shape in the black smoke. Through the other door, relief was a small breath of air less smoky than that in the basement. Finally she was able to see the man she had apparently rescued.
Her hand rose to her mouth to cover a gasp. His eyes. She had never seen eyes like that before. The silver ash that seemed to soak into his hair and the small white ears atop his head didn't phase her like the burning sunlight of his eyes. Staring didn't begin to cover what she was doing. She was cataloging each striation of color in his irises, each different fleck of light. Those eyes narrowed, clearly not appreciating her gaze. “I... I'm sorry,” she whispered, backing away quickly, turning her back on the doorway. A deep growl reverberated through her and she remained as still as she could manage. Heat from another body nearly singed her, hot breath sliding down the back of her neck. “I haven't seen anyone else for hours,” she whispered, hoping to quell his apparent anger.
“No one else is alive around here.” His voice was smoother than she had expected, and she was surprised to hear the concession in his tone. “You're a miko.”
Caught off guard by his comment, she barely registered the feeling of his nose running along her shoulder. “No. My family runs a shrine though.” He snorted, the puff of air startling her out of his grasp. “My name is Kagome,” she offered.
He stared at her for some time, much like she had been staring at him before but with less awe. She was afraid to imagine what she looked like right now. “Take off the scarf,” he demanded in a soft tone. She did so slowly, surprised when he looked shocked for a moment. After a deep breath he shook it off and frowned. “Inuyasha. Let's get out of here. This building's going down.” Unable to refuse his sure manner, Kagome hustled outside and looked either way, unsure where to go. “This way.”
the second disaster: playing dumb gets you nowhere* *with exceptions
the first disaster | the second disaster | the third disaster | the fourth disaster | the fifth disaster
summary: on a visit to the local museum, virgil meets and attractive tour guide and manages to convince him (somehow) that he doesn’t believe that egypt is a real place.
it gets better.
warnings: cursing, remus, deceit
pairings: analogical and brief demus/dukeceit/the ship with no name
wc: 1587
a/n: you don’t need to have read the other fics in the series to read this one, but i’d recommend it because i spent a lot of time on them
um, there’s a mention that patton says he doesn’t know who virgil is, which if you’re following the canon of this series wouldn’t make any sense, so let’s just assume logan described him so badly that patton didn’t recognize him.
"Why did I have to come with you?" Virgil moaned as Roman dragged him towards the local museum. "I don't need the research!"
“Museums can be cool! Come on, I just need someone here to make snarky comments about the birds in the wildlife wing,” he pleaded.
Virgil rolled his eyes and relented. “God, I hate you.”
“Love you too!”
Roman dragged him all the way to the wildlife exhibit he was supposed to be studying, and several families were confused by the angry emo 24-year-old being pulled by the arm by a bubbly 25-year-old theater kid to a random exhibit in the museum.
Virgil and Roman had been close friends since high school, where they met through the misadventures of a mutual friend, Patton, and Roman’s brother Remus. The four had drifted apart over the years, but the two of them had gone to the same college and now, three years later, Virgil was still stuck going to this stupid museum with Roman.
As Roman diligently took notes on the exhibit he was supposed to be researching, Virgil wandered aimlessly around the Egyptian exhibit and looked at all the… old stuff. (He was never really one for history. Too many white people pillaging and colonizing and not enough sword-fighting.)
He leaned over to look into one of the glass cases, and the attendant walked over with a smile on his face. “Interested in these artifacts?”
“Oh… they’re cool. I was just looking around, really.”
The attendant nodded, still giving him that tight-lipped why-are-you-here smile. “Okay. These are scarab beetles. They were very common in ancient Egypt, and they were worshipped back then. They were sacred animals in Egypt.”
Virgil glanced at the attendant, who seemed to be about 26 or so, and noticed that he was… was it appropriate to say that he was smoking hot? He had tattoos up and down both arms, and glasses that framed his face perfectly, and Virgil’s bisexual ass was crying for this man to keep talking to him.
“Yeah,” Virgil said, running a finger along the edge of the case, “I used to think that wasn’t a real thing until I came here.”
His mouth opened and closed a couple of times, before blurting out, "You didn't think Egypt was a real place?"
Virgil, who was now slightly mortified, did nothing but nod. Oh, god, this hot guy thinks I'm an idiot, he thought, still smiling at the tour guide. “I -”
“My stars, we get some idiots here…” he mumbled, and Virgil started, a bit offended.
“So what if I don’t think Egypt is real?” he asked, affronted. “What are you going to do about it?”
The attendant blinked once, twice, apparently at a loss for words. “I…”
“You know what, I’m going to go now, and you can mull over that,” Virgil said and then stalked out of the exhibit, head held high with the tour guide still tripping over his words behind him.
He strolled through the museum for a little bit longer before catching up with Roman, who was still diligently taking notes on the exhibit he was supposed to. He glanced up when Virgil approached him and shut his notebook.
“Where were you?” Roman challenged, frustrated. “You just wandered off.”
Virgil stuck his tongue out at him. “Sorry, dad. I was just in the Egypt exhibit; I accidentally convinced a guide that I didn’t believe in it, too.”
“You did what now?”
He rolled his eyes, as if this was a normal thing that Roman should have been able to comprehend. “I convinced the guide - who was ridiculously attractive, by the way - that I didn’t believe that Egypt was a real place.”
Roman stared at him, openmouthed. “You - oh jesus, you’ve got a crush on this guy, don’t you?”
“How’d you know it was a guy?” Virgil said, raising an eyebrow.
“Because I know these kinds of things, Virgil. You treat girls with so much more reverence than you do guys, so this crush is a guy.”
He pouted. “I don’t have a crush on him. I just liked messing with him.”
Roman folded his arms across his chest. “Describe him.”
“What?”
“Describe him,” he repeated. “Do it.”
Virgil stared at his best friend and then sighed. “He had like, really soft brown hair that looked really nice, and round glasses, and green eyes that were almost blue, and his face looked really intelligent but sweet at the same time, and - why are you /laughing?”
“You’re so gay for him! Oh my god!” Roman doubled over with laughter. “That’s so cute, it’s baby’s first crush.”
“They will never find your body.”
He glared at Virgil. “You’re awful, I hope you know that. Come on, let’s go back to the Egyptian exhibit! We can still find him!”
“No, we can’t, and it’s not worth it.” Virgil shrugged. “You done?”
“I can’t believe you’re just giving up on true love like that!” Roman cried, exasperated. Several families shushed him, very annoyed. He frowned and turned back to Virgil, who was giggling silently.
Virgil, finally recovering from his fit of giggles, said, “I’m not giving up on true love. It’s a crush, if that.”
“Ugh, you’re the worst,” he replied, sticking his notebook in his back pocket. “Let’s go, then.”
Roman, who was a wise man (sometimes) knew that there was essentially no convincing Virgil now that he’d made up his mind, so they went home.
It was the next day when the guide, who’s name was Logan, and who was 26 years old, was with his friend DC, who was quite frustrated with Logan.
“So you’re in love with him -”
“Felt that he was attractive,” he corrected.
“And you just let him leave!” DC threw his hands up in the air, exasperated. “Logan, I don’t know what I’m going to do with you!”
“I don’t know what you want me to do!” Logan exclaimed, pacing the room. “I just thought he was attractive and I wanted to get to know him a bit better, but he left, so, oh well.”
DC sighed loudly and glared at him. “I hate you. I hate you so much. Okay, I’m calling Patton and seeing if he knows anyone who fits that description because I’m /sick of your /bitching and I want you to see this guy again.”
He rang up Patton, who said, “No, I’ve never heard of anyone like that. Do you mind if I try my friend Remus?”
Remus, by some strange stroke of luck, was the brother of the man who had gone to the museum with Logan’s crush, and he directed DC to his brother, Roman, who was the best friend of the man, who’s name was Virgil.
“Virgil,” Logan said, savoring the way it rolled off his tongue. “Isn’t that such an elegant name, DC?”
DC flipped him off as he scribbled down Virgil’s number from Roman. “Yeah, thanks, Roman. And tell your brother I said he sounds sexy.” A pause. “No? You won’t? Okay.”
Logan rolled his eyes. “You’re awful.”
“I just got you the number of the man of your dreams,” he replied, handing it to Logan, who nodded in thanks. “But, yes, I am incorrigible. However, he did sound really sexy.”
“I’m texting him, I can’t hear you.”
Me 8:34 PM
Hello! I am Logan. I was the tour guide at the museum the day you told me you didn’t believe in Egypt, and I was hoping we could meet for coffee and I could tell you all about Egypt… and myself, if you’re interested?
And the rest was history.
I mean, that’s not the end of the fic, I’ve still got to get us to the next disaster by the end of this one, but like, it’s written history. Recorded history.
You get it.
It was only five months later that Logan was nervously tapping his foot against the ground in the Egyptian exhibit, which was closed down for a special event.
Logan had started working in the archaeology department at the museum, so he still worked there, and therefore was able to shut down the exhibit for a ‘special event’.
Y’all aren’t dumb. You know he’s proposing.
It had only been five months, sure, but ever since the first date Logan had known that this grumpy young man was his absolute soulmate. They complemented each other’s personalities perfectly, they were best friends, and their friend groups were now melded, meaning that the six of them were all quite close. And so Logan had Roman, Remus, Patton and DC’s blessing to propose to his emo boyfriend, and that is where we join him.
Virgil poked his head into the exhibit, eyes widening when he saw his boyfriend down on one knee with a box in his hand. “Holy shit -”
“Virgil, you are -”
“Yes!”
Logan sighed. “Can I finish?”
“No, shut up! I’m saying yes, save the sappy crap for the wedding!” Virgil beamed and ran over to Logan, wrapping him in a tight hug. “I love you so much.”
He smiled and hugged Virgil back. “I love you too.”
So they were married two months later, in a lovely park with friends and family and Remus’s dog, who was the most important member of the wedding party.
It was two years later that they adopted their son, Remy. He was only a month old when they brought him home, but he was the final addition to their family, and Logan and Virgil were happy.
