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AU where Erik is a renowned painter, and Charles is his timeless muse.
Across every lifetime, their paths inevitably cross and each meeting is a thread in a tapestry of love, passion, and creativity that transcends time itself.
Erik is the only one to ALWAYS remembers Charles, and yet he always falls harder for him.
Charles on the other end, NEVER remembers his past lives, but always feels attracted to that grumpy young man who he seems to see everywhere.
Their lives have never been calm. They have always been a complicated mixed of emotions, danger and uncertainty, but in the end, no matter what, they always seem to find each other.
In this fic we would follow their different encounters through the ages, from the Antiquity to the modern ages. And every time, Erik would end up creating a new work out of his love for Charles.
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I had this idea for about two months now and I really want to write this fic for my best friend’s birthday in about a month and a half, but I’m really afraid to not finish it in time, so I need people to tell me to write bc I’ll never do it otherwise LOL.
Okay it’s me with another Cherik fic recommendation !
Imagine meeting a man in a small café and he has fun trashing your favorite author in front of you. Now imagine falling in love with this man, without knowing that he is actually your favorite author?
Well, that’s what happens to Charles in this amazing modern AU (without power) signed by Clock, on Ao3.
We dive into a sweet and fun story of love and friendship to read, marked by its spicy passages.
Anyway, here’s the link !
You know when you get to that part of the enemies to lovers where the bickering is also half flirty? Jayvik in action 🫶
(First picture starts mid paragraph in "Leaning in...")
❄️ Modern au, high tension slowest of burns 🔞 (111k and counting), friends to enemies to friends to lovers, scientific competition, petty lab-wars, major angst, major pinning, major yearning, lots of love and soulmate connection.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/61602655/chapters/157489549
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Thank you, once again, for being such a welcoming community. I've been loving interacting with people in this fandom😭🫶
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Chapter 18 is out 🥹 What's some harmless flirting between lab-partners? 👀
If anyone enjoys modern aus, the slowest of burns, friends to enemies to friends to lovers, scientific competition, petty lab-wars, genuine care, so much angst, so much yearning, soulmate shit, with a special fuck you to our shitty ass capitalistic nightmare of reality, then this fic might be for you 🥹
Interacting with other jayvik fans has been a breath of fresh air, you've brought me so much joy and company. Hence, why I am here 🥹 so we can huddle up if we share anything in common. 😌
https://archiveofourown.org/works/61602655/chapters/157489549
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modern au liiy and petunia LOVE barbie with all their heart. when they were kids, they had marathons of every movie at least once a year.
when they became teenagers it happened less frequently, simply because petunia went through phases where she thought she was too "adult" to watch children's films, but even then she surrendered whenever lily started watching alone.
one day lily forced severus to watch with them and half the session was petunia and severus fighting and seriously discussing the plots of the films while lily laughed.
and at the end, each one made a ranking of best film + best barbie + best companion. lily's favorite movie is barbie a fairy secret, severus' one is barbie in a christmas carol and petunia's one is barbie in the 12 dancing princesses.
Modern AU Silm fic idea
So you know how if something is frozen, it's kinda preserved? And you know the elves who died in the Helcaraxë were... well... frozen?
So imagine, if you will, in modern times of Middle Earth, when the dwarves are no longer prevalent (maybe they live in the Middle Earth equivalent of El Dorado?) and the hobbits have gone elsewhere to do who knows what (they become forest cryptids in the Ered Luin AKA, the Middle Earth Appalachia), and humans have created modern technology.
As in RADAR, SONAR, all that jazz. And humans, who we all know are very curious by nature, go exploring the ocean.
Human scientists explore the northern oceans, where the Helcaraxë is/has been, and they find bodies in the ice; nonhuman, but bipedal and human ENOUGH bodies. Sure, their ears are pointed, their teeth are strange, and they have a different bone structure, but the likeness is uncanny.
After a while of simply observing, the scientists get the go-ahead from their respective governments (Gondor, if it's still there, maybe Rohan; all of those civilizations have forgotten the might of the Eldar, though) and they manage to carve one of the bodies out of the ice.
After bringing the body back to land and in a laboratory, they discover some things.
1. The body is female.
2. She has different DNA and tissues than the average human.
3. She is still living.
(They find this out when someone is trying to get a tissue sample but almost gets strangled in the process.)
She speaks an archaic language, one that no linguist can decipher. However, when she tries to communicate via writing, she writes in an ancient script similar to the letters and words found in some of Gondor's ancient artifacts---swords of olden kings, the runes on a stone crypt with a king and two (supposed) children beside him.
All the while, the news coverage is all over, and some people are panicking. Who is this woman who was found ALIVE in the ice? Why are her ears naturally pointed? How old is she? More importantly, what is she saying?
We, the readers, will know that this woman is one of the Eldar, and who is the last elf left in Middle Earth? After the sons of Elrond have sailed, after Legolas and Gimli headed West, and after Celeborn finally saw the shores of Alqualondë? Who is left?
Maglor.
Maglor sees these shocking images of a golden haired woman, obviously of the Vanyar, and recognizes her. That is Elenwë, the wife of Turgon and mother of Idril.
That is Maglor's kin.
And Maglor, who now works the most boring 9-to-5 teaching job in all of Eä, longs desperately for any kind of relative, whether they hate him or not.
So Maglor goes to the scientists, the elf that had evaded all suspicion of him being anything other than human, and wants to see his cousin. Of course, they ignore him; that is, until he shows them his ears and sings a haunting verse of the Noldolantë.
They let him inside and Elenwë sees him, speaking ancient Quenya.
"Where is my daughter, Makalaurë?" She demands. "Where is my husband?"
Maglor knows where Turgon and Idril are; they are in the Undying Lands, far, far away.
Maglor tells her, and Elenwë screams. Maglor, who has had hundreds of centuries to process his grief, tries to comfort her, but is dragged away by security. The scientists question him, and Maglor, who has not spoken of his family history in centuries, finally tells the story of burning ships, shining jewels, kidnapped twins, and the war that was supposed to end all wars.
Maglor, who is technically a citizen of whatever country this is, willingly allows himself to stay in the laboratory. He goes to Elenwë again, and after much screaming and weeping, tells her the story of a hidden city and a tortured son of Aredhel and all that followed.
Elenwë is distraught. Obviously. After, she knows that she needs to sail back to Valinor, Doomed or not. She WILL find her daughter and husband again, even if it means she has to cross the sea to do it.
After a few years, Elenwë is released to Maglor's care. She speaks the common tongue well, knows her history and geography, and, well, they can't keep a sentient being in a laboratory forever, now can they (A few want to. Maglor threads his voice with Song and they never speak of that idea again)?
Maglor returns to his job teaching at a university (he teaches linguistics and music theory) and helps Elenwë learn her way around the modern world.
"Yes, that picture is moving," Maglor explains. "No, it is not a palantír."
"I'm not stupid, Makalaurë," Elenwë hisses. She still has a shred of animosity in her heart for all the harm Maglor and his brothers had caused her family.
"And we don't list our genealogies when meeting new people," Maglor told her when Elenwë introduced herself to a bank teller and told them her lineage.
"I could tell by the look on his face, Makalaurë," Elenwë replied bitterly.
Elenwë always had the heater on, and Maglor could not blame her; millenia stuck in ice would make a person long for warmth.
One day, Elenwë points to the drawing on Maglor's mantle and asks, "Who is that?"
The ellon had lines on his forehead, just like her dear Turukano; she always said they were from dealing with Findekáno's oddity.
Maglor was hesitant. "That Itarillë's grandson, your great-grandson."
Elenwë is delighted to hear that her daughter found love in Beleriand, but there was something that Maglor did not tell her.
So he told her, of course; Elenwë always knew if he was lying. He told her about the fire-haired twins' death, the burning camp of refugees, and her grandson's children left at the hands of two kinslayers.
"And love grew between them," Maglor told her. "They were Elrond and Elros, and... I see them as my sons."
Elenwë wanted to be angry. Scream at her cousin for causing so much grief for her daughter's family, but she couldn't. Makalaurë was oathbound to find that silmaril, but he still sought to do good.
"He sailed with Galadriel, Artanis as you know her, a few Ages ago," Maglor said. "He was as kind as summer."
After a while, Elenwë got her own job, an apartment nearby. She gets a degree and finds a stable job. She lives by the coast, like Maglor, and feels the sea tug on her heart every time she hears the rushing waves.
Then, Elenwë buys a boat.
Elenwë buts a boat and asks Maglor to go with her.
"It has been millenia, Makalaurë," she says. "Will you not go to Valinor? Will you leave your family thinking you are dead?"
Maglor refuses. He thinks that he cannot leave Middle Earth. "I am Doomed, Elenwë, but do not let my choices prevent you from going. See your husband, your daughter, your grandchildren and so on. Do not dwell on the past as I have, Elenwë."
"You hypocrite of hypocrites!" Elenwë cries. "You tell me to go and see my child when you will not go and see yours?"
Maglor goes with her.
He takes his favorite pillow, his silver harp made by his father, Maedhros's copper circlet, Elros's wooden toy horse, and leaves behind a copy of the Noldolantë.
Elenwë and Maglor sail.
They think that they will aimlessly wander the Sundering Seas, but they are wrong. Eru smiles at them, and they see the banks of Tol Eressëa. The dock is long gone, but homes dot the sandy shores, still littered with pearls and white gems.
Maglor and Elenwë sail, and they are welcomed.
Maglor is welcomed by six brothers, all released from Námo's halls. He is welcomed by a guilty father, who begs for his son's forgiveness on his knees. He is welcomed by a grieving mother, who had never thought she would see her son again.
He is welcomed by a son that was not his, and a daughter-in-law that looks suspiciously like Galadriel.
Elenwë is welcomed by a husband who has grieved for millenia, who is guilty for not saving her. She is welcomed by her daughter, now grown, and a human man she calls her husband. She is welcomed by a woman with bird-like features, who is her granddaughter-in-law. She is welcomed by her great-grandson, whose picture sat on Makalaurë's mantle for all the time she'd been in Middle Earth.
Maglor returns to his family. He is not exiled, or Doomed to the Everlasting Darkness. He is called home for tea and to play games with his brothers. He is not a ghost story to tell children on rainy nights. He is not a warning to those provoked to anger. He is an elf; an elf who wanted to go home.
Elenwë returns to her family. She is not a casualty listed among the fallen of Helcaraxë. She is not a wife who was not named. Elenwë lives.
Elenwë lives, and she was not forgotten.
Part 2 of Modern AU Wilson doodles :)
more modern pirate art? hell yeah
featuring sleepy Laurie and Drew and a scheming Buttons :)
photo used for ref below the cut →
{modern!au jinx}
Merthur Modern AU
Merlin was late for work, his first day of work to be exact. He already knew he'd be cutting it close so he had no time to stop for breakfast and barley made it out of his small apartment clothed. He was running to say the least, well until he landed flat on his face.
The busy streets of the city, the smell of sewer systems, which was lovely. The staccato footsteps of passerby's, horns of cars, and the random guy on the corner preaching. New York City in all of its glory.
Arthur Pendragon was sitting in his car. New York City the last place he'd ever want to be but, as destiny would have it that's where the family business is located. Not exactly everyone's dream job but his duty. He had promised to look after the business after his mother passed and the Pendragons where not a family made on lies. The light changes and Arthur begins to move forward until he sees a man fall right Infront of his car. Leaning his head out of the window he yells to the man
"Get the hell out of the road some of us have places to be"
"So do I your highness, my apologies for falling down"
Merlin quickly responds. All the time while just focused on being late. He jumps up as gracefully as he can. Which no fault of his isn't graceful at all. The stranger then yells again
"Get out the road"
"You get out of the road"
"I'm meant to be in the road you ass"
Arthur watches as the man gathers himself up running off mumbling something the whole time. 'Well dangit the light is red again bluming idoit.' He thinks to himself
Merlin is proud of himself he's only a minute late so no one will notice. When he walks into the office he is greeted by Gwen shoving a coffee and bagel his way.
"Thank you?"
"Thank me later the CEO's kid is coming to look at our branch today so get to work please."
"What? Okay, okay, thanks Gwen."
"Of course Merlin."
Merlin runs to his desk to get to work.
Arthur is nervous. He had never really like attending business things no matter how important they were to the company. His father would cart him around when he was younger using him to brag about all the things Arthur had done. None of which were Arthur's choice but oh well that's life. Today he had to check out the branch in New York. His Father had decided it best for him for this task but Arthur thinks his father just didn't want to have to travel far.
He stand in front of the doors to the office. Straightening his red tie as he walks in. The Manager of the location greets him.
"Hello Mr. Pendragon, it's lovely to have you here today. I'm Lancelot if you need anything I'll be in my office."
"Please call me Arthur and thank you Lancelot."
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(I don't know what else to write rn so if any of y'all want more tell me. Tbh this was just because I'm bored and I love office romances where they get into a little fight before they learn one is the boss and I just felt like it would work with Arthur and Merlin so yeah)
School Spirits Band AU
It wasn’t a big show they were playing tonight, just a dingy dive bar that Rhonda was able to convince the manager to give them a shot, similar to all the other shows they’ve gotten before, solely on the oddly persuasive way Rhonda was able to talk people into do what she wanted when it suited her. She didn’t employ these powers of hers often, but when she did, they usually paid off.
It was nothing to get overly nervous about; they’ve performed like this dozens of times before, but still, Charley had a habit of building things up in his head until his anxiety was sky high. Although this never did retract from the familiar yet still exhilarating tingle of excitement that came before stepping out on stage in front of a crowd of people.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64945678/chapters/166950253
Here is some Aralas from a modern AU I’m writing!
(the art was made on Ina’s Couple Creator)
Does anyone have any fanfics of the fellowship just like living together in a modern house? like, middle earth turns into earth and they’re immortal. So like legolas is still an elf and the hobbits are hobbits and stuff like that. And they gotta, like, pretend to be normal? please tell me if you do. thanks in advance.
In a lot of lotr Modern AUs, a lot of people make Aragorn the Mom friend and I find it outrageous! Like, Aragorn is totally the friend who: lives on coffee, never sleeps, smokes weed, dosn’t pay his taxes (if he has them), hasn't washed his hair is 3 years, skips class (If high school or collage AU) and probably has killed someone. Like, yeah, he cares about his friends, but his solution to most likely anything is murder and/or coffee. The real mom friend of the Fellowship is Boromir, he probably cares snacks every where and is, like, the only member of the fellowship who doesn't smoke pipe weed.
Semi Modern Time!
I say “semi” because I tried to give him a slight 80s feel to him but I don’t think you can tell...oops...
Oh well! I tried
some heizous i drew to test out a slightly different style
may I interest you in a modern AU wild?
he plays sports and studies engineering, idk lmao
he’s probably constantly doing stuff to help people so he probably looks a little out of it? (that or i was subconsciously projecting my sleep deprivation into him when drawing-)
Saltburn Dash Simulator!!!
note: ik tumblr existed at the time, however this is more similar to 2024 tumblr rather than 2007 tumblr
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Hey guys, might be inactive for a bit. Got into uni and I'm celebrating with my parents!!! I'm so exited!!!
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#Oxford scholarship babeyyy
🔄 🪽thiswasamistake
🪽 thiswasamistake
I don't understand people who yearn over randos they met like, once. Couldn't be me.
🪽 thiswasamistake
Oh fuck.
#screaming #crying #the other one idk I never remember it.
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🔄 🐞bug-blog
🚲 to-keep-it-real
Just told my crush to clean his room AITA?
I 18 (M) told my 19 (M) crush to clean his room, and started picking stuff up. He kicked me out of his dorm lol. Also my parents abuse me and I hate dirt.
AITA?
🐞bug-blog
Hey Op what the actual fuck.
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♥️ ophelia-in-love
fellas is it wrong to crush on your brother's best friend?
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🔄 🚲to-keep-it-real
🏹 none-pizza
First anniversary of Neil banging out the tunes!!!!
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🔄 💘dump-him
💘 dump-him
I love this summer!!!
💘 dump-him
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#I miss this.
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🐮 bway-news
Mama Mia the musical (the film) is supposed to come out some time this year.
#musicals #movie musical #ABBA
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🔄 🚲to-keep-it-real
🍫 Queen-rocks
#felix please respond
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♥️ ophelia-in-love
hey guys I need party inspo help
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Avatars as unconventional things cause I like unconventional things
Avatar the last Airbender modern AU where Ty Lee host's a podcast called "Pillow Talk" where the whole premiums is that Ty Lee and her guests lay on a bed or couch covered in pillows and fluffy blankets while in frilly sleep wear, like lacey nightgowns and satin robes. They gossip and talk about their nightlives or whatever. Also there's a season(?) called "glam off" where the guests and Ty Lee don't wear makeup or have their hair done
The vibe is gossiping at a sleepover
Hear me out; Gyaruo Sokka x Visual Kei Zuko
Another scenario for this idea is Sokka isn't even trying to hide it, like his name is Sokka (or maybe something stupid like "Sokka (Zuko's version)) on the acc but bc ppl don't think Sokka would edit they just think it's some rando using his name to be funny
Hear me out, Actor/Modern AU Zukka where Sokka has an editng acc that's just Zuko thirst edits and he constantly has the caption as something like "He's my bf fr" or "love my man♥︎♥︎" and ppl think he's just some random Zuko simp but in reality he is THEE Zuko simp
Another funny thing would be if Zuko knew of the acc (maybe even followed it back) but didn't know it was Sokka until he accidently found him logged into the acc or something
i forgot that i can just. post scribbles. anyways i keep fiddling around with ideas for a modern au and drew the vinsmokes HUZZAH! i have a little wall of text for them each but i'm too embarrassed to share every little detail, so the most you'll get is that the brothers all work for Judge (save for Yonji - he's slowly sort of entering that middling phase of realizing the family dynamic is NOT healthy so he's kinda just slooowly backing out with some help from Reiju) and Reiju's almost entirely out of that whole situation (moving on to doin her own stuff (i.e. studying toxicology)) except for keeping in contact with Ichiji and Niji whenever they talk to her first, but that's rare SO. and she (lovingly) pesters and checks in on Sanji often because she worries about him. Ichiji and Niji are.... pieces of work. they could be redeemed but there's a LOT of shit for them to work out to begin with. i love them however i would like to put them in a blender amen 🙏 everything's subject to change but for now i'm fine with how they are
got a bunch of others that i wanna work on stuff for - i have some olderish scribbles of Luffy, Zoro, and Nami specifically for the AU and i miiiiight post them?? maybe. who knows
Did you know I was a daily reel maker at one point?
Old art
Dante and Crete in modern clothing. Proportions are a little wack but shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIR MOSS!!!!!!! UR AN OLD MAN NOW!! i hope u have a fantastic wonderful day bc u deserve only the best :)) can i pls get. spectres / rebels modern au. with fluff :)
THANK YOU BELOVED
only a week late!! BUT. here!
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"I've changed my mind," Kanan says. "Letting you get me into archery was the best decision I've ever made."
Hera snorts from behind him, dropping her forehead onto his shoulder and moving her hands down to his waist. She presses her hips closer to his and a kiss to his jaw, then starts correcting his posture.
"Elbow down, love." She taps it and Kanan moves down so it's level with his chin. "I am fully aware that you wanted me to do this in a sexy way, just so you know, but I'm too invested in making sure your form is good."
"You focus on my form, I'll focus on the horny," Kanan jokes, waggling his eyebrows in such an endearingly dumb fashion that Hera can't help but kiss him.
"Maybe if we both focus on your form you might actually hit something," Hera teases. Kanan gasps, faux offended, and proceeds to lament at how horribly his wife treats him.
"Such cruelty from such a pretty woman," he bemoans. "I can't believe you'd treat me like this. This is homophobia and racism and sexism. I have been hate-crimed."
Hera outright laughs at that, dropping her hold on Kanan so that she can double over and use her hands to try to muffle her laughter. "Racism," she giggles. "I'm from Haiti, you dumb fuck."
"And I'm Latino, what's your point?" Kanan shoots back, a grin on his face. "Racism, I tell you. You are conspiring to bully me over my terrible archery skills because I'm Latino and you're not."
"Bozhe moy," comes a tired, Russian voice. "They're at it again, Zeb."
Hera looks behind her, a wide smile on her face. Aleksandr Kallus, Zeb's mysterious Russian boyfriend whom Hera is fairly sure is ex-FSB, is walking over to them with a pistol at his waist, his ear defenders round his neck, and Zeb's arm round his hips. Ezra trails behind them, looking dejected.
Ezra was adopted when he was seven and Hera and Kanan were each twenty. He'd been a surly, snappish kid, traumatised by the deaths of his parents only a few months before his adoption. He could've been Kanan's kid by birth, with how similarly they act.
"First you don't let me shoot and then I have to see Mom and Dad being all gross?" The fourteen-year-old complains. "Sabine would let me have a gun."
"No she wouldn't," Aleksandr says firmly. "After lunch I will teach you the air rifle - will that make you feel better?"
Ezra whoops, doing a strange little dance Zeb had taught him the first time they'd met. He's never truly grown out of it - not that Hera cares, she actually really likes the fact that Ezra feels comfortable enough around them to express his happiness - and it makes Zeb smile.
"Don't point the arrow at your feet!" Aleksandr snaps at Kanan, who starts and lifts the bow back up. "If you shoot your foot then you will have problems walking for a very long time."
"Bloody KGB," Kanan teases. He slowly relaxes the bow and takes the arrow out of the nock, putting it back into Hera's quiver.
"That's racist," Aleksandr says, folding his arms and looking at Kanan with an unflinching expression. Kanan stares back, baffled, and Aleksandr's eyebrow twitches from the effort he goes through to hold in his laughter.
Hera watches it click in Kanan's head; he yelps, smacking Aleksandr with his bow. "You are the only white person here!" Kanan retorts, laughing. "This has got to be the most ethnically diverse family in existence!"
And because Hera loves riling him up: "Technically Aleksandr adds to the diversity of the group, love."
Kanan groans.
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send a (belated) birthday writing prompt?
Modern AU where Obi-Wan is teaching a class (probably linguistics or poetry but NOT classic lit miss me with classic lit Obi ew, but possibly a few others possible but not for this AU cause he needs both a classroom and an office connected) and he’s one of those professors that has their office connected in the back (some schools do it and consider it nicer on the faculty) and halfway through the lecture the door to his office pushes open (him being the only one not noticing) and a small four year old tumbles out and goes up to him, handing him up a snack pack for him to open. He takes the pack without pausing, starts to open it, pauses… looks down… and his left eye twitches. ‘Leia where did you come from?’ *toddler points to his office* ‘did your dad put you in there? Where’s your brother.’ ‘Dad had an emergency PHD meeting with Doctor Windu. Luke’s sleeping.’
Obi-Wan sighs, counts to ten, and opens up the snack pack for the kiddo, pats her on the head and calls her his secret favorite (he tells both of them that constantly) and sends her back to her brother.
This incident is never talked about during that class but since she mentioned a dad who’s getting a PHD who put her and her brother in there, AND the students know he’s gay and has a cute partner, they just assume it’s his kids. Someone asks him about his kids next class and he thinks they saw Cody dropping him off with Mara (off to preschool) and Ahsoka (off to her classes as a sophomore) and answers about them very honestly.
There are so many mistakes being made. When they see Anakin with ‘Obi-Wan’s’ kids one day and ask him about him since they saw the kids in class one day, and Ani mentions that the academic thing runs in the family even tho they’re all adopted. This just cements it for them that Anakin and Obi-Wan are married with adopted twins.
Actually. No. Their generation was the one that partially broke the tradition. Whoops.
The inscription on the T-shirt: "My little pony" :'з
Can’t decide who’s taking the snap still lol.
The Modern AU helps me cope with the season. It’s makes everything better😭😭😭