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starker-sorbet · 19 days
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Novice tattoo artist Peter choosing to take his apprenticeship with his crush in order to spend time with and hopefully impress the older man
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ocmerunaway · 2 years
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Connie falls in love with Fran over a tattoo. @tropetember day 4. 
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baflegacy · 4 months
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thinking of writing an amangela flower shop/tattoo parlor au real hard rn
i agree i support 100% i will be cheering u on the entire time and i NEED it!!!
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eggiari · 11 months
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Suoh stuff
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ryuzatodraws-archive · 9 months
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Pina colada song but make it copiiia
they both hate each other but one night Terzo found an add online about interest that he fancy
he writes back of course, anonymously.
Copia receives the anon reply the next day.
and the two begin back and forth chatting with each other. Without them knowing about it.
Terzo one night suggested they meet up finally, outside at a familiar cafe.
Lo and behold they meet up. embarrassed at first, turns to laughter, turns to a date
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jmrothwell · 6 months
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For the AU combos: I got tattoo parlor and ballet and all I can think about is the line from the Avril Lavigne song now so--do with that what you will lol
(OMG! Sk8er Boi is a song I”ve actually considered turning into a fic before. The problem was I couldn’t decide which ending I liked best because I came up with three of them. And the longer I think about it the more varieties I think up for this idea)
Anyway! So sticking closer to the generated Tattoo parlor and ballet AU, we’ll use some of the beats of the song but not stick too closely to it. 
Reggie works at a tattoo parlor while he and his friends try to get their band to a point where it can be their primary income. Carrie meanwhile helps out at the dance studio that is near the tattoo parlor where Reggie works. It’s a way for her to network and also help pay for her schooling. 
Reggie and Carrie bump into each other during a serendipitous moment where their breaks lined up. Reggie does his usual friendly flirting thing, but backs off a little when it becomes obvious Carrie  is not interested, i.e. Carrie tells him she is focusing on school and work and does not have time for a relationship. Also still in a bit of denial/recovering from admitting her on again off again NIck situation is officially off for good.
Reggie continues to try and hang out with Carrie. Not in a relationship way, but in a ‘it’s always nice to have another friend’ way. Keeps trying to get her to come to one of their shows, which she keeps making excuses or has legitimate scheduling conflicts. 
Eventually she agrees to go to one of Reggie shows but on the caveat he attends one of her recitals the next prior, which he readily agrees to. Just as she’s ready to admit that maybe she has feelings for Reggie, he doesn’t show up to the recital. Which she just angrily takes to mean that she should just focus on school and work. Even starts work at a different studio.
A few months later after she’s calmed down slightly and letting her curiosity get the best of her she looks up his band and learns that they’ve disbanded, for reasons not mentioned in the article. Although doing some further digging unveils it was a series of misfortunes, some drama with their rhythm guitarist, and missing what could have been their big break due to serious case of food poisoning(the same weekend of the missed recital).
She goes to see if she can find him at the tattoo parlour but learns he also quit and no one there knows where he went. 
Jump cut to a year to a few years later, and Carries students are all talking about this new up and coming band Julie and the Phantoms. One of her students shows her a video and Carrie nearly accidentally steals their phone after recognizing Reggie. 
Her coworker Kayla confronts her about her weirdness and then further insists that they should go to a show. Because serendipitous moment number two the band happens to be performing relatively close by. 
Carrie’s not sure what she’s expecting to happen. Not like Reggie will really be able to see her from up on stage. She doubts he���d recognize her. Most of all she keeps admonishing herself for even entertaining this idea and getting her hopes up. 
Hopes which nearly shatter into oblivion when she sees how Reggie and their lead singer Julie are interacting with each other in all of the interviews and concert videos she can find. She can’t find any personal social media, at least none that she recognizes as them, and the two refuse to make any sort of official relationship statement despite all the rumors circulating around them.
Kayla ends up surprising Carrie with ether a meet and greet or backstage passe…maybe both? Anyway, Carrie tries to act like it’s not a big deal, because it shouldn’t be, she and Reggie were never a thing. 
Reggie doesn’t immediately recognize Carrie but he does clearly find her familiar with how he keeps glancing at her in line. The lightbulb goes off after Carrie mentions her name and is very apologetic but overall excited to see her again and introduce her to the rest of the band. 
This is where we can either go full on happy Sweet Tarts ending, semi-tragic bittersweet Rulie ending, or my personal fav the Regal Jewelry ending.
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thetragicallynerdy · 7 months
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Alright, I'm back for one more for the wip folder game: jim ed modern flower shop tattoo parlour biker au ☺️
Ooooh yes yes!!!! I think I've rambled about this one elsewhere, but I can't find it, so here you go! This one is a long sad t4t Jim/Ed modern au where the gist is:
Ed, recently divorced from Stede, gets in a bar fight with a homophobe. Jim saves his ass and takes him home because he's too drunk to remember his new address
They become friends, and eventually lovers. Very much a vibe of Ed coaxing feral cat Jim into a relationship with love and good food.
Jim in this one has multiple warrants out for their arrest, and is a little stuck in "I need to kill the remaining few siete gallos, but fuck, I'm so tired of it." They work under the table at a bar, have basically no connections besides Ed, and are just scraping by.
Ed is also trying to rebuild after divorce, making a new home etc.
There are a lot of mental health and trauma vibes with both of them.
Eventually Jim gets stabbed, saved by Ed, loses their shitty bar job, and gets offered a job in Stede's flower shop (Stede is still good friends with Ed, or at least, they're rebuilding the friendship). Ed, meanwhile, is a tattoo artist with a shop nearby. So, the tattoo parlour/flower shop aspect is VERY loose.
This one also features Jim who hasn't had an actual relationship or friendship like, ever, and is terrified of commitment and always ready to run, and pretends Ed is just their FWB until they can't anymore. Very "yeah we're fucking but I won't say I love you or call you my partner for 75 thousand words" vibe
It's my baby. This is absolutely my most self indulgent h/c fanfic. No idea when it'll be finished but I adore it so much have I said I love it so much??
Anyway here's a snippet XD
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Jim struggles to sit up on their shitty mattress on the floor, and it makes Edward doubly glad that they let him make a copy of their key. They look like shit still, hollow cheeks and skin that still hasn't regained all its colour.
"You're here early." Their voice is a slur, and he frowns, not sure if it's because they just woke up or if something is wrong.
"Last appointment of the day got cancelled, thought I'd come over. Sit the fuck back down, don't get up, I can come to you."
They slump back down with an audible sigh, waiting until he makes his way over and sits on the bed beside them. When he kisses them they relax into it, hand curling around his thigh in a way that feels lovely. Like maybe they're starting to feel comfortable with casual touch that's doesn't lead to something more. Like maybe they're starting to feel comfortable with him, with them, together.
"How're you feeling?" he asks softly when he pulls away.
They yawn, blinking when their jaw clicks together again. "Okay. Fucking tired, man." The hand on his thigh edges higher. "I don't think I can do a ton, but you can ride my mouth, if you want. Or my hand."
He stares at them. "What?"
"That's why you're here, right?" They yawn again, barely bothering to cover it with an elbow. "So we can have sex."
It hurts far, far more than it should. He forces a laugh, picking their hand off his thigh and dropping it back to the bed. "I was there when the doctor spoke to you, Jimbo, six weeks until you can do strenuous activity." When they open their mouth to argue he taps them on the nose. "Which means you've still got five fucking weeks to go."
They look terribly lost, which hurts even more than the assumption. "... then why are you here? You only come over to hook up."
To hook up. As though they hadn't been practically dating for months, now. Fuck. Fuck.
He thinks bitterly about how he'd told Stede that Jim was his friend, and wonders when he got so good at underselling things. Does Jim even think that the two of them are that much?
Instead of asking he hefts the backpack still in his hands up. "Well, now I'm here for movies and dinner. Pick one while I get started on the soup."
Jim stares at him like he has two heads. "Soup?"
"Yes, dummy, soup. You know, delicious meal with broth and vegetables thats easy on the stomach? I'm making you enough to last the week. Brought you groceries too. Those muffins that you like."
They look down at the backpack in their hands, face twisting for one brief moment before settling into careful neutrality. “… you didn’t have to do that.”
“Sure I did.” He leans in, presses a kiss to their forehead before pushing himself to his feet and heading for the groceries left by the door. He doesn’t want to see whatever their face does next, isn’t sure he could take it. “That’s what friends do, mate. Take care of each other.”
He doesn’t see it, but he hears it.
“Oh,” Jim says, voice soft and small. “Okay.”
If anyone feels like dropping me an ask for the WIP folder game, my long list of WIP titles is here!
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anxiouspotatorants · 2 years
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The upside of renting an art studio above a funeral home: you’d get a lot of models for life drawing. The downside: your models wouldn’t be alive. But when the rent was surviveable and the downstairs undertaker looked like a decent human being, Mabel Mora decided to remember that she could do much worse.
Memento Mori: A Mabel and Theo AU
(Raw images: not mine)
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anironwitch · 4 months
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I am posting a short part of my fic: Some aftercare after Valentines day. In the attempts to finish this fic, this year. (OCPD and Dsygraphia make writing fics and my confidence a bitch.)
Here's a 270 word ficlet of a Florist and Tattoo Palour Ironwitch AU:
Valentine's Day is always a busy period for a flower shop.
This is THE peak holiday after the winter solstice and other holidays, with the shift from cuetlaxochitl, mistletoe, and holly to the invasion of roses soaking everything in the shop. Luckily, there were early commissions that kept the fridge. 
All filled to the brim and prepared to fend off anyone with a slight pollen allergy.
 Though some of the customers can be vexing, especially the walk-ins, it was always fun to see the regulars. 
The elementary school students clinging to their parents while buying flowers for their teachers, someone surprising their partner or friend with flowers, someone buying flowers for them themselves, and the plant parent collecting a new child.
Valentine's Day was busy in the tattoo parlor.
G O D S, there was a policy of no walk-ins her apprenticeship taught her that.. At the start of the month, there were appointments for the month, especially for Saints' Day. So she had a list of her work for the month set. In keeping with the holiday, it was usually a bombardment of roses, hearts, and "I love yous." There was the occasional inside joke and the cover-ups of an old lover's name.
As the month rolled on, both of them faded into the backstage crew to keep the holiday running as the influx of hearts and roses the question always came up.
"What are we doing for Valentine's Day?”
It was a natural question to ask, but honestly to avoid the nonstop reminder of work of someone who was in the thick of it,
 Until this year.
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the-moon-says-hi · 1 year
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lately i’ve been so bored i started considering actually writing something
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baubeautyandthegeek · 5 months
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I Knew You Were Trouble - Maggie Bell/Isobel Castille
A/N: Part 12! I have enjoyed this immensely. Here's the final fic for @yearoftheotpevent. I used all the possible prompts.
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“I’m sorry…” Isobel speaks softly, curling around Maggie. She’s always been the sort to apologize for everything and nothing. Forgiveness came easy with Isobel, Maggie couldn’t help loving the shy, sweet, strong  florist. Seeing Isobel move in beside her, shuddering at the sight of Isobel arranging bright pink flowers outside her store. Her own place of work, a Tattoo Parlour that was black edged and a shiny gray, looked even darker with the flowers outside. “Sorry for what?” Maggie can’t help the question. They’ve always been quiet, happy to be moving in together turns to concern and she can see Isobel is tense. “Babe?” “I just…. I know we said we’d spend the holidays together, we’d move in together… I’m nervous.” “Oh….” Maggie’s smile is soft as she tucks soft strands of hair from Isobel’s eyes. “Babe, you know I’ll always protect you, right?” “Mmm, I do.” A small, shy smile. “That’s my favorite thing about you… well, and your tattoos.” Maggie laughs then, kissing her softly. “I love you, Isobel Castille, my little flowerchild.” Within a year they will go from a flower shop and tattoo parlour to a shared flower shop and tattoo parlour, the lease for both shops now in both their names.
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u know the funniest part of a tanyame flower shop and tattoo parlour au?
ayame as the flower shop owner and tanjirou as a tattoo artist.
wait, wait, wait! look, i know! i know tanjirou can't draw, but maybe he isn't the one who draws the designs! that's zenitsu, but zenitsu Doesn't Like Needles. he does, however, love to draw.
and tanjirou! he has such a calming aura. he can't draw, but he can follow stencils easily enough and he isn't half bad at inking and shading. he's careful and precise, so he's the best person to help put zenitsu's designs permanently on someone's skin.
just - tattoo artist!tanjirou and florist!ayame. that is all.
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shgark · 1 year
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I swear I never finish fics bc I get caught up in the world building and specific details that are barely plot relevant and then I lose the motivation to Actually start writing
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xexpaguette · 2 years
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lightly inspired by the flower shop/tattoo parlour au :)
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tropetember · 2 years
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Tropetember Dreamling Edition - Trope = Tattoo Shop AU
https://archiveofourown.org/works/41421789/chapters/104074932
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cozyreggie · 2 years
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I'm starting school to become a baker and y'all if I don't get my baker x florist or baker x tattoo artist storyline I Will Riot
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