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So, uh, didn't expect to get this one done today or I woulda pushed my WiP Wednesday back a week but whatever. It's fine! ANYHOW Adora's got a headache, literal and figurative, dealing with day two of Trio Moving. Scorpia plays matchmaker, Entrapta hacks the rest stop, and Catra is a disgusting cheese gremlin.
hello can you give me some ideas of an au, like a YouTuber au?
Love it! To give it a little more applicability, let’s expand it to influencers and content creators in general:
(Please note that while we encourage writing fanfiction, please write about the characters that influencers may portray and not the people themselves as many have not consented.)
Moving can be a stressful enough situation as it is, but that’s only made worse by Character B’s new next door neighbor (Character A) who (for some godforsaken reason) keeps yelling “BLUE IS SUS” at all hours of the night. The noise is bad enough, but it’s like they already hated them or something. This whole situation is made just a bit worse when out of the blue (pun intended), Character A knocks on Character B’s door and basically demands to film a vlog in their apartment because it was “cleaner” and they “had a bunch of plants which proved they were responsible.” Even IF Character B somehow agrees to let them film over at their place JUST THIS ONCE, that had to be the end of it...right?
Character B has been a chronic “mod hopper,” jumping from one streamer’s moderating team to another streamer’s moderating team and so on and so forth. It seemed like their hopping days were over when they found a particularly small streamer (Character A) whose community just felt like home. Two years later, the previously small streamer seems to have exploded in popularity, competing with some of the greats of the greats. All was well and good until one fateful night: Character B was doing some online shopping while their streamer’s eventful game of Valorant played in the background when Character B pasted their own address into the shipping box and hit enter. Puzzled, they looked at the screen; the boxes were still blank. They trailed their mouse over to their other monitor and realized in horror that they’d pasted their address in their streamer’s chat to almost 70,000 viewers. TL;DR -- Character A comes to Character B’s rescue and fends off their overexuberant fans.
Being abroad in April 2020 was supposed to be fun, but it really just wound up with Character B being stuck in a hotel (where they didn’t speak the language) for quarantine for an indefinite period. They had everything they needed, so it wouldn’t have been the end of the world...that is, until the hotel became overbooked and they stuck an influencer (Character A) in their room, citing it as an emergency measure. Oh, there'd be an emergency alright, especially if Character A didn't stop filming live shows at 3 AM two feet away from Character B's face.
There’s a recent adage that says “when the world ends, everyone will record it on their phone.” And, well, there may be some truth to that, even if there’s a little twist. Character A (a YouTuber well-known for their cinematography, drone shots, and vlogging expertise) and Character B (a research facility assistant) attempt to navigate the apocalypse and accurately record the last moments of humanity.
Being an influencer made Character A some decent money, but not enough to compete with inflation. So, as a bit of a side gig, they decide to post some...racey content...on a specific site (with their face cropped out, of course). Their new partner (Character B) knows about their side gig and supports them, so it’s never really been a problem...that is, until Character A comes over to meet Character B’s parents and both seem to blush way, way too much. It’s almost like they recognize Character A from...not their face?
IT support at a popular tech outlet certainly isn’t very glamorous, but Character B really just does it for the paycheck and employee discounts (having a massive rig at home doesn’t exactly pay for itself). One day, this person (Character A) comes in and asks for IT support on their rig which seems to be on the fritz. After helping them fix their problem, Character A goes on their way...only to come back the next day with another issue. And the next. And the next. It’s gotten so bad that Character B just gives in: “okay, you having to drive out here every time you have an issue is driving me up the wall. Just, take my cell number and text me if there’s a problem, okay? We can FaceTime and I can walk you through it. Saves a ton of hassle.” Character A practically beams and saunters out of the store. Less than 5 seconds later, a text appears on Character B’s phone: “I think I may be broken; would you mind turning me off and on again sometime?”
Character B makes a living as an ethical hacker, testing larger company’s firewalls, running security checks, etc. On the down low, though, they offer some other slightly darker services. One that they’ve been hired to do repeatedly was to hack another person’s device and delete a recently sent message, either from text, email, apps, etc. On Tuesday night, they get a message from their page from a throwaway account asking them to do just that: delete a snapchat that was sent to the wrong person. This seemed like an easy enough task, but as soon as they saw the information attached, they realized the truth: the throwaway account was their best friend’s partner, Character A, who had accidentally sent a snapchat that admitted Character A had cheated on Character B’s best friend. This would seem like a fairly normal situation, but Character A had 10 million followers...so, what chaos can be wrought?
Character A knows better than anyone that being an ASMRtist isn’t all it’s wrapped up to be. The hours are long, the work can be exhausting, and you feel like a therapist a lot of the time. To try and help themselves feel better, Character A decides to do some research into how they can better relax. They come across cuddle therapy and they’re intrigued; after all, it’s basically ASMR but with touch, not sound, right?
“We could turn the whole house into the a sunroom, and just spend our time lazing in the light”
A fic full of fluff & warm sunlight by @exnihiio | part of @atsuhinabb #atsuhina
Read the fic here :
https://archiveofourown.org/works/32280658
I just wrote a whole short story based on this drawing and I hit post and it's just completely gone. It's not showing up on my profile or in drafts. Thanks for that tumblr.
Basically Sonic asked Mighty to come help Sonia move, Mighty has a crisis about how he wasn't invited to Knuckle's wedding, he awkwardly hugs Espio and it was pretty gay, Charmy's a teen, Vector and Espio being dads to Charmy, Sonic wanders off to find Manic. Sonia almost kills herself trying to carry a whole piano and she loses balance and it almost crushed her but babadabaaaaa super Mighty. He catches it and they have a cute moment of introduction as Mighty helps her to her feet while holding the piano over his head with one hand cause he's daddy.
Birthday WiPs Because I Can
SPOP - Not Approved by the RMCSA - AKA The Moving AU
When Adora turned around the vending machines were all spitting out their products in tandem. It was such a surreal sight that she pinched herself.
“Gathering sustenance!” Entrapta responded. “These new machines actually have low level operating systems in them, so if you access the debug menu you can do all sorts of interesting things! Like get coins from them to operate older machines and then dispense soda. Wanna learn?”
Adora twitched and rubbed at her temples. Apparently Catra and her stall hogging was the least of her concerns in the morally ambiguous grey zone. If she was really She-Ra she wouldn’t be spending time with law breakers right? Right. Therefore she wasn’t too lame as a person. Point proven, bam!
“Uh, but what about the cameras?” Scorpia asked before laughing. “I’m kidding, I know you probably hacked those too! Nah, I’ll start taking these back to the truck. Oh look! I didn’t know you could get pickles from a vending machine. Wild!”
“How are you guys still in business?” Adora asked, bewildered to watch Entrapta’s hair continuously split to load coins into the machines while also punching in numbers into the newer ones.
Entrapta asked distractedly, “Define in business.”
Adora decided that while not surprising in the least, she didn’t really want to know.
Six Sentence Sunday
The Moving AU (AKA Not Approved by the RMCSA) lives! Here’s the part where in the process of convincing Adora to take care of herself and go for her dreams Glimmer tries to fist fight her.
Glimmer threw her hands in the air. “We would have starved, had heatstroke, frozen, or failed classes without you. And if you disagree I will physically fight you. Meet me in the conversation pit Adora.”
“Glimmer-”
“PUT THEM UP GRAYSKULL!” Glimmer teleported over to the weird section of her mother’s living room where the floor dipped down. Her hands were up as she bounced on her feet like an old timey boxer, a slight pink glow around them as she shadow boxed for a few seconds.
“No fist fighting in the conversation pit Glimma,” Angella somehow managed to say without an ounce of humor. “You know I can’t afford to replace those windows again.”
Glimmer had spent, perhaps, too much time perfecting throws and grapples with Adora down there during her sophomore year of high school.
Moving AU Snippet -Title Pending
SPOP WiP that I love too much. The one where the Super Pal Trio starts a technically legal moving company and Adora fails to read the Terms & Services. Now featuring unexpected trucker Catra. Trust me, I didn’t actually plan on that. :|
“We are, of course,” Catra started roughly but her tone quickly shifted back to the pleasant one she’d used the whole time, “happy to help Ms. Adorka but I’m afraid with only three of us on this job I can’t really stay and chat. My sincerest apologies.”
Adora had the distinct impression that her apologies were everything except sincere. Her grip on the paperwork threatened to tear it as Adora decided that Catra was definitely mocking her. Well then, she was just going to have to be the bigger person. “Oh, no, of course. Thank you.”
Catra smiled again before turning and jumping back up into the driver’s seat where she proceeded to kick her feet up on the dashboard, and appeared to get ready for a nap.
Oh hell no! Adora stomped over, paperwork definitely crumpled in her sweaty grip as she knocked on the door.
“I thought you had work to do.” Adora called through the rolled down window, frustrated and also a bit blown away by the audacity.
“Yup!” Catra called, her blue eye opening and fang catching on her lower lip as she smirked. “I drive the truck and need to be alert when we are on the road. This is part of my job ma’am, we are professionals.”
“Professionals.” Adora said, her voice coming out far more deadpanned than she meant it to. “Right.”
“Right! Now please excuse me while I get to work.” And with that Catra appeared to instantly fall asleep.
This did not bode well.
Prompt 77
A and B have been friends their entire lives and now one of them is moving cross country
