#Intergrated au

[precious-little-scoundrel]

| Ida’s Law

Introductory Part

Summary: The American War Effort had conceded to the enlisting and commissioning of women into the Air Force at semi-integrated status. Deemed a more reliable if not safer combat post, the going rank of officer in the Air Force was intended to secure fair treatment and combatant status for these women, as it had for their male counterparts. Like most things in war -or life, if one is a woman- such recognition must be fought for.

Warnings: disturbing content- if you made it through last one this one should be a breeze, however it picks up where we left off so expect mentions of war, wounds, illusions to past rapes, Nazis being racist fucks, possibly some internalized misogyny about it all and some hopefully very 🥹🤧 reunions

A Note Going Forward: With this part now published, I am happy to open this series up for prompts. Ideally I’d like this series to end up being exclusively prompt-inspired and will be putting out prompt lists accordingly. I think that will be a fun way to keep the interaction going, stretch my own skills and explore all the different scenarios that may intrigue y’all. You’re welcome to come up with your own prompts, too. All are welcome, none guaranteed but let’s be real -I’m obsessed with this AU so I’ll likely do it. For now I’ll be keeping all writing to POW Camp and Liberation and Post-Liberation timelines.

“Well, what do we know?” Ida Brady asked the first officer out on the other side as they began to filter through the laborious processing of the camp. She counted them down, one familiar face after another appearing through the doorway again with no worse indignity than the new identification tags hanging from their necks.

“I hate a guy named Johann, and I like a guy named Fritz, and the lieutenant guy wasn’t bad.” Maureen declared, straightening her precious cap atop muddy auburn tresses. “Who went and named their son Fritz after the last war? I mean really? Who does that to a kid? It’s like he’s making up for it now, though, awfully nice.”

“Mm, I thought so, too.” Ida hummed, “Might keep an eye on that one, work on him a bit. You think, Kendeigh?”

“Work on him yourself, Ida.” Maureen scoffed.

“Not much to work with.” Ida retorted, the first general reference to her disfigurement she’d made. “What do you know? What’s up?” she left off to inquire after Tallulah Smith who came out the other side of processing looking more than exasperated.

“Know? They don’t know squat.” she said, “Never heard of a Cherokee.”

“I’ll be.” Maureen was grinning sharply. “Wasn't enough being a woman for ya Smith, ya had to go and be a brown one.”

“You’re tellin’ me.” She griped, “They kept insisting I was a fighter pilot. That’s what all the ‘dark ones’ are, according to them. Told them I’d rewire their insides and maybe then they’d take my engineering degree seriously.”

“I’d like to see that.” Maureen murmured, drowsiness beginning to take over at the comparative calm of their new surroundings.

“Looks like we got everyone, yeah?” Ida peered over the heads of the crowing room and counted out her charges in a silent tally.

“Looks like.” Smith agreed. “Got billet assignments?”

“I do. Colonel Clark, most senior prisoner here, said the combines are strict but the rooms aren’t. Let’s try to behave until we feel our way, then we can swap, if they allow.”

“It’s going to smell like feet no matter where and who we share it with.” Smith pointed out and Ida heaved a great sigh as if that were the hardest prospect she’d yet encountered.

“Mm.”

“Buck is out there!” Maureen suddenly cried out, grabbing at Ida’s arm, pointing out the window at the muddy yard.

“How nice. Gotta get this sorted first, eyes in, Kendeigh.”

Maureen reluctantly tore her eyes away from her dearly missed pilot. “Yes sir.”

“All right,” Ida’s voice carried as well as it ever had, commanding immediate quiet and attention, “those in the 350th, 419th, -the hundredth!- on me. Gather ‘round. That’s it, come on. Alright, well, we made it, well done. Truly, well done to all of you. Now I know you well enough to not accuse any of you of being pure idiots, just because we made it to where we wanted to go doesn’t mean any of what’s ahead is going to be easy. Be wary, don’t let your guard down, you don’t know plenty of these men and they don’t know you, I’m sure there are measures in place for spying already. Be sensible. I am certain we can rely on the kindness of those in the hundredth, but even then keep in mind, if you are cold, they are too, if you're hungry, you best believe they are hungrier, the last thing we need is a crisis of chivalry in here. Rely on them, except their help, but don’t ever take from them. Understood? And one more thing, since the human spirit is irrepressible I feel it’s warranted to make one more housekeeping note. None, and I do mean none, no inner relations at all are allowed. I don’t care how cold you are, how sweet he’s been, or how much you’ve missed him. The Red Cross aren’t sending rubbers, and don’t ever take the promise of a pull out. Do you want a one-way ticket to a death camp or a bullet to the head? Get pregnant. Simple as that. You think the Jerries think poorly of you now for being female? Try being a matron. The point is to blend in as much as possible, keep that in mind. Whatever you do, keep that in mind. Understood?”

“Yes sir!”

“Colonel?” One voice demurred, raised hand and respectful title only forerunners for an obvious objection incoming.

“Yes? Sanchez, isn’t it? You’re not one of mine, I think.”

“No, sir, 55th -fighters.”

“Yes, well, welcome. What’s your question?”

“No offense sir but- what about the guards?” Sanchez asked.

“We don’t know yet,” Brady replied with typical candor, “I believe so far we’ve seen a mix here. I’m sure our friends can give us tips on who to watch out for.”

“No sir, sorry I meant-“ Sanchez kept her teeth clenched until her thoughts seemed to form better, “-you said no relations. What about the guards? No disrespect meant colonel and I don’t know about yours, but mine -they weren’t pulling out.”

“Mm.” Maureen thought that if Ida smashed her lips together any tighter they’d turn whiter than her skin, the bent aviators she had managed to preserve this entire time did a remarkable job of masking whatever feeling was stiffening her spine to the current degree, but all the same, her spine was stiff, “no offense taken, an excellent point. I’ll inquire about any possible…remedies. Anyone else?”

A multitude of hands shot up and Ida Brady scanned them with bewilderment until she realized her lapse in specificity. “Anyone else with questions, I meant! Saints alive. No? Good, let’s claim our bunks and see about a wash.”

After the dark interior of the building, being processed for hours, the hazy late afternoon light of outside glared painfully against Ida’s bloodshot eyes as she stepped out, leading the way down the three wooden steps to the muddy yard. Monochrome, this place, brown wooden buildings and brown earth and a muddy sky and brown flight jackets one after another.

And there in the midst of it, waiting for them with ever constant patience and thinned stateliness was Gale Cleven and his lost blue eyes and an alarmingly symmetrical set of facial scars.

“Major.” Ida felt her face soften into an odd expression she realized was likely that of relief. Cleven had that way about him, it was better suited to her preferences than Egan’s blustering warm hearted concern, Colonel Harding’s gruff joviality or her John’s perpetually intense concern. Her little brother was, oddly, nowhere to be seen now and that was a comfort in this wide open, highly observed space.

“Colonel.” Gale Cleven’s eyes weren’t a lost blue anymore but a pair of stormy seas and Ida steeled herself for pity. She found smoldering rage in his face instead. Another relief.

“How was it?” he was nodding to the command hut.

“Fine.” she assured.

He was searching for something in her face and Ida was sure it was easily found skin deep along her puffy, purpled left cheek, but if she had anything to do with her expression alone, he’d be kept guessing for ages. “Good.” he decided at last but his smile was tight, “Made John wait in the combine, he’s in there pacing like a madman. They make a note of who’s attached to whom, Colonel,” he explained, “a more discreet reunion seemed in order.”

“We’d appreciate all the direction you—“ Ida had begun but was cut short by Lt. Kendeigh who broke ranks from the processed group and came out of the hut behind Ida like a bat out of hell, running up to Cleven and tackling him in a hug, rather like a dog with their long lost master.

The Major’s lanky frame staggered under her surprise attack, perhaps more from shock and ill preparedness than poor rations and a weakened constitution. Or at least Ida, hoped that was the case.

Well, there went all intentions for discretion about partiality on their part, five seconds had gone by and Maureen still hadn’t let go, her valued cap about ready to knock off her head and his too. Seeing the gig was up, Cleven even belatedly brought an arm up to hug her shoulders, his pleased face bashfully pacifying her intensity. “If it isn’t my favorite bombardier.” Cleven mumbled, his lips failing not to tug upwards in the tiniest of smiles, and he gave her a pat on the back.

“Buck!” Smith was coming in hot behind Kendeigh and knocked Ida’s shoulder in her haste to get around her and join in. “Thank Jesus you’re here.” she grunted as she squeezed him and Kendeigh both, “I mean -we’re sorry you’re here but since we’re here-“

“Glad you’re here, too, Smith.” he assured her gently, another pat on another back and Ida watched Cleven’s composure began to flake as he took stock of their roughened appearances. “It’s gonna be ok now.” he offered, and coming from someone else that statement would’ve sounded a great deal less impressive than it did coming from him. It also sounded hollow without Bucky’s typical parroting of the upbeat sentiment. “Let’s get you girls sorted.” he nodded at Ida who fell in alongside him, if only to distance and displace Kendeigh and her over familiarity just a tad.

“What’s your Kommandant like?” Ida asked by way of conversation as Gale directed them in a trudge along the brown paths towards his specified hut.

“Think I know him as well as you.” Gale admitted, “Tried to stay low, been no reason for socializing. Wouldn’t advise a trip to the camp doctor though.” He added the last part after a beat.

“Why?”

“Your Johnny says he’s got an experimental mind.” Gale smiled wryly but there was a grieved look behind it that made Ida’s pulse pound in alarm, “If you go in with a cold, you might come out with a radioactive arm instead.”

“Noted.” Ida muttured with a shiver, wishing to god her jacket hadn’t been taken off her a couple stops ago, the sun was waning in the dull sky and the breeze was frigid without it. “Speaking of doctors,” she decided to go for it, “is Johnny -my John- is he alright? At the gate it was such a racket, was he…standing?”

Gale paused in his step up into the combine, brows knitted in surprise and she noticed along with him that their little march had drawn quite a little audience from the fellow inmates. Females in a Stalag -what a novelty. “Yeah, John’s fine. He’s fit.” Gale still had that quizzical look on his face.

Ida swallowed hard and gave him another curt nod, one she wanted to come across as grateful but wasn’t sure it did, her battered cheek was responding less and less to her mind’s commands. “Right. This us?”

“Yeah. Figured we’d try to keep as many close as possible.” He explained, “Welcome to paradise.”

“What did y’all name this shack?” Maureen asked him as she stepped over the threshold, it was dark inside and smelled of lumber and smoke.

“We haven’t.” Gale admitted, forlorn at the realization that things like that didn’t occur to people like him. If Bucky had been here, he’d have had it named in an hour, and something awful, too. Something that would make them all laugh.

“Damn oversight, Gingerale.” Maureen teased merrily but Cleven noticed the dimming light in her eyes as she took in the cramped, uninspired utility of the place. One wooden doorway after another.

“Talked it over with Colonel Clark during your processing,” Gale said, “decided it were best if we mingle you all among the men we know. Boys from your squadrons, friendly faces. A few of you in each room.”

“I call dibs on yours.” Maureen unabashedly grinned up at Cleven but Ida saw how a heartbroken look of protectiveness skittered across his features.

“Alright.” he muttered without a fight for once.

“Mm, Smith, Sanchez, Tong, you in here.” Ida decided and having snapped her fingers she was moving on to the next stuffy room. Asking Cleven at each about their current occupants, and with the precision of memory required of a woman who had to memorize her opponents on the promotional ladder, chose their new bunk mates accordingly.

“And where’s Johnny bunked?” she asked him in a low tone as she watched the next set settle in from the doorway.

“In with me, further down the hall, Demarco, Hambone, a few others.”

Ida seemed to hesitate as she eyed up an extra bunk in the current room that the last of her girls were settling into.

“Don’t be a stick, colonel,” Maureen spoke up gently, a surprising liberty even for her, “you need friends right now. Bunk with us. Everyone’s going to be fine. Can’t be all places at all times, ya know?”

Ida didn’t reply but after a moment she admitted, “I should go see John.”

Gale and Maureen exchanged a look and then moved in unison to catch up to her as Ida Brady walked, brisk as if she were back home at Thorpe and about to pick a fight with Jack Kidd, down the long hall to one of the last rooms. “In here?” she asked Gale, pointing at the closed door -they liked to keep it so for warmth and privacy, and to acclimate the guards to it being closed when the radio was out.

“Yeah that’s us.” Cleven replied, reaching out and snagging Maureen back a step as Ida turned the handle. “Let’s give ‘em a minute.” he suggested, referring to the Bradys.

He held her jacket sleeve for a brief moment before turning it to grab her hand, he’d missed those hands. To his horror their usual calloused elegance was a swollen paw of bruises. “The hell, Maureen?” he whispered in shock, turning it over to examine it, grip strong around her wrist before she could pull away. “Who did this?”

Maureen did her best to shrug, “Some bitch stood on them.” she said simply, and surrendered the other hand for a similar heartbroken inspection.

Kendeigh was indeed not as visibly marred as Ida Brady or a few of the others, but still, Gale kept turning her crushed hands over and over, recalling with vivid agony the way he’d admired them at all manner of work before. To hurt them that way, to restrain her so meanly- “Maureen,” she’d never heard his voice dip so low, and his eyes were simmering where they cataloged her hurts, “what’d they do to you?”

“What’d they do to your face?” she shot back, perhaps more perturbed by the immaculately symmetrical scars on his once porcelain face than her own condition. Women expected the treatment they’d gotten, in some twisted way, but this on the other hand, it disturbed her.

Gale looked taken aback by her question and quickly dropped her hand to touch his right cheek as if to remind himself the scar was obvious to everyone. “Flak.” he replied a beat too late.

“Awfully precise.” she snarked.

“I asked you first.”

“I told you, a bitch stood on them.”

“I’m your superior officer.”

“Who it looks like someone had some fun with,” Maureen snapped back, “who did this?”

“What happened to you?” He hit right back but his voice quavered.

“I’m fine now. I wanna go see the boys. Come on.”

“Just- give them another minute.” Gale insisted, pulling her back away from the doorway again, “It’s a lot.” He reminded, “For a brother to see his sister like -that.”

Maureen couldn’t argue with that, besides Gale looked so sad and more fragile than she’d ever seen him, and the gentle hold he had on her jacket was as needy and scared as a child’s. “I’m glad we’re in this together.” she whispered.

“Me too.” he admitted, guilty and sad over how true that was before letting her press her lips to his.

Ida Brady didn’t know what she expected when she opened the door, not much she supposed, just a living brother with any luck. It was a decently tidy room, plates stacked on a rough hewn board at the far end, eight bunks lining the walls, stacked three tall. A table was in the middle and there sat dear old Crank and Hambone too, Murph with Benny. A card game was ongoing.

They looked so fine, quite normal, all in all.

All motion in the small room stopped upon her entrance. Cards were dropped and cigarettes forgotten in open mouthed shock.

“Holy shit -colonel?” Demarco didn’t have a dishonest bone in his body, and his disbelieving horror over her appearance came through loud and clear in his greeting. She hadn’t seen him at the gate.

The same for Hambone’s face, one that had never bothered to be discreet in pleasant circumstances, much less in shocking ones like seeing a notorious superior officer come in looking about as battered as a body could get -although his torn cheek was one to talk. Crank recovered first, in his mild, stammering sort of way, glancing at the lean figure who still stood looking out the lone window.

“Well, if it isn’t Ain’t Pretty Brady.” Crank clapped uneasily, summoning her nickname from basic just to cut the tension, it served to startle John.

He turned from the window abruptly, blank faced and unblinking as he realized the sister he had been watching for had already arrived. If their ole nan from the motherland had suddenly materialized before him he could have hardly looked more haunted or aghast, wide fringed fox eyes and that straight fold of a mouth -always so very held together, her little brother. Even after his third belly landing.

But those startled unblinking eyes...

Ida wanted to tell him to blink, that it was all alright now, that they were both alive and that it was good enough, it had to be. But she seemed to have fully lost all power over her throbbing cheek at last, she could feel her lips move in a motion she realized with supreme panic was likely a wobble of emotion. She ripped her aviators off, as if seeing her eyes might help his to come alive.

“John John?” she croaked in greeting, oblivious of the childish endearment tumbling off her lips in a room full of soldiers. If it were something their family was in the habit of doing, Ida Brady might have rushed him like Maureen did her pilot, or held out her own hand to be held, asked for a gesture from him -after what she’d gone through, surely it couldn’t have been weakness to want a clap on the shoulder, a flick to the bicep, a little “well done” for staying alive.

But she just stood there and watched him clock her shame. She could feel her swollen lip splitting in real time as the swelling and incessant trembling tore the taut skin apart, they’d passed around a single canteen in processing and it wasn’t enough, the walls of her throat felt collapsed together. Maybe she should have asked for a mirror first, maybe Cleven or Kendeigh or Smith should have told her she’d bring a whole room to a frozen standstill by her looks alone. They’d seen her at the gate -were these meager lightbulbs really so much more illuminating?

“Eye-eye.” Johnny let it out in a breathy rush as if he’d suddenly come to, and then he was in front of her, hands cradling the sides of her neck, thumbs hooked gently under her bruised jaw. A calloused pad swiped away the ticklish trickle of blood sliding the crease of her mouth.

Eye eye -his onetime baby babble for Ida, and she’d never let him forget it.

She could have wept at the useless sentimentality of it, of the gentle familiarity of familial hands, at the seething loyalty storming across his face.

“The fuck did they do?” he articulated at last, voice gravelly as shit but also reminiscent of the squeaky olden days when his castrato role suddenly no longer served one Sunday in choir.

“You’ve got legs.” she answered instead, sounding maniacal in her happiness.

He looked at her like she’d gone fully crazy as well as beat, “Yeah? Yeah I do.”

“They said, they said you didn’t.” she chuckled, a bizarre merriment trying to take hold in her relief, “During interrogation, that bespectacled cunt told me you had your legs crushed when you crashed.”

“No? No- no I jumped.” He insisted, then let go of her face to step back and gesture to two fit legs, as long and lanky as she remembered, as long and lanky as her own. “I jumped, I’m fine. They told you that?”

“Yeah.” Ida said, “Told me the longer I didn’t comply the longer you were without medical attention. I -I’ve been so…uneasy…about you.”

“I’m fine.” He repeated, hands back on her shoulders and she was grateful for it despite the bruises he was gripping, grateful for the way he kept touching her like he was going to hold her together with his own two hands, same blood, same flesh, same memories, maybe whatever she’d lost he could supply back like a blood donation. “Those sons of bitches.” he cursed them.

“Plasma for planes.” she agreed.

He kept looking at her, at her cheek and at her ragged hair and at the missing buttons, “You didn’t tell them anything did you?” he suddenly asked, wide eyed. “You know i’d rather die than have you tell.”

Ida scoffed, and gave him a grin, the best one she could manage with her cheek and split lip, “What do you take me for, Johnny?”

“A cold hearted bitch, I hope.” he returned the small smile but his voice cracked, still that hint of something long gone and juvenile.

“That’s what their Lieutenant called me.” Ida confirmed, a little proud, and sensing a renewal of his inquiries, Ida chose to take the offensive and call out for a conspicuously absent Kendeigh, “Candy! Didn’t you want to tell Johnny about your charming admirer? The Lieutenant?”

Kendeigh came round the doorway hastily, her lips puffy and cheeks oddly red. Cleven followed after and matched her, and his blush did nothing but highlight those scars of his. “Brady.” Maureen greeted, boldly hugging Ida’s very stiff brother without care —due to his red cheeks and rigid shoulders Ida concluded Cleven had given his own inner-relations talk to the men—, “Yes, I wanted to -oh hello Crank, Benny you son of gun- wanted to tell y'all about my ticket outta here -hell Hambone, how’d you manage to get uglier? -see my integrator, he found me fairly fetching. I think one of these days he’s gonna roll up in his shiny car and take me away from here and you’re all gonna wish you’d taken time to learn a little know-how about Alligators and their hibernation tactics in the winter. He was enthralled.”

There was an awkward silence hanging in the room, Crank grimaced a smile out of sheer generosity of heart and Benny Demarco still sat with his cigarette neglected on his open lip. Cleven, used to her preening brazness kept a tight lip, though a thousand questions seemed to swirl in his eyes.

“He the one who stood on your hands?” John Brady asked her without hesitancy.

Maureen whirled round then, comedy hour over and an angry flush creeping up her neck at his directness. “No.” she snapped. “Can’t some of them be alright?”

“A German’s a German.” he countered.

“There’s Fitzs and then there’s Johanns.” she disagreed nebulously and only Ida got her reference.

“And a shower is a shower,” Ida butted in before this became an experiment in an immovable object meeting an unstoppable force “which we need, badly. We’re…filthy.”

“We’ve got working sinks, trough sinks.” Cleven clarified with an apologetic look as if it were his fault the showers only ran once a week and poorly at that, and the water they had was frigid already in autumn.

“Water is water.” Ida reasoned in return, wondering when Johnny was going to finally let go of her arm.

“We’ll clear it out for ya.” Cleven said.

“And we’ll guard the entrance.” John added emphatically.

“Thanks.” Ida muttured, “Some of us could use to mend our uniforms.” she added, refusing to blanch at the subtle inventory of her jagged tears and crusted blood being made by every man in the room.

Maureen at least had her jacket intact. Her cap, too.

“Here, you can have my trousers while I stitch yours.” her John decided and was unbuckling his belt before she even registered the hand gone from her shoulder.

“What?” Ida balked, “You’re going to go ‘round in your skivvies?”

“Not as uncommon around here as you’d think, Ida.” Gale said, a small smile on his face. “I’m afraid order and decorum has gone to shit without you.”

“Well I’m here now.” she replied sternly but didn’t stop Johnny as he stripped.

“And so am I.” Kendeigh grinned and all Ida could do was to bless the saints for having let only one terror into the camp, were Bucky Egan to be here too, things would become intolerably lax. As soon as she thought it she repented it, sending up a prayer for the poor, absent bastard.

“Say Benny, you’re shorter, can I have your pants?” Maureen pleaded.

“Why mine?” Demarco protested, only offended at the height implication.

“Because Cleven’s too tall and I’ve already been in his pants.”

“Maureen!”

“Ida, order somebody to give me their pants.”

“You can have mine.” Crank offered kindly, and then stood up and bashfully began to unlayer. It left him in skivvies, a snuggly sweater and his flight jacket.

“It’s a good look, Crank,” Maureen grinned at the finished product as he handed the trousers over. “I’m seeing you in a different light.”

“Maureen!”

“Just sayin-“

“Take the pants with you to the washroom!” Brady interjected desperately as Maureen looked ready to strip right here and now. “Jesus, Kendeigh.”

“Touchy, touchy.” Maureen ribbed him, out for blood in her tired state and if she couldn’t have that of the Germans she would of her friends’.

“Alright let’s - let’s settle down.” Gale implored, a tired expression firmly etched onto his face and Ida herself considered giving up on the wash altogether and tumbling into the available bunk to court the oblivion of sleep. Were it only blood and dirt she just might, her usual tidiness be damned.

As it was -it was, there was…the filth was so much worse.

And if Ida thought on it too long she’d go mad and want to pour boiling lye on herself to wash herself clean and to kill the shame of it. She’d have to scrub the pants before she gave them to Johnny to be mended, it was bad enough for a brother to see the blood and busted seams.

“Yes, settle down for God’s sake.” she echoed Cleven, and something about her hoarse voice compelled Maureen to temper herself more than any direct order could. “A wash, come on, let’s get the girls. Oh and one more thing, Cleven-“ Ida turned to Gale and found him alert, eager to help. She was afraid she was only setting him up for failure but she had to make an effort to find those “remedies” she’d promised Sanchez. “There any lemons around?”

The incredulous look on his face suggested he thought she knew better, but he was ever polite in his reply, “No, colonel. No lemons.”

“Mm. Nutmeg?” she tried to recall each wicked trick she’d heard condemned when a girl got herself in the family way without the needed family in place.

“No, no nutmeg.”

“Mm.”

“Nothing but potatoes and cigarettes, ma’am. Do you- why?” he asked.

“Nothing.” she assured, “Just, a hot toddy sounds good right about now. You know?”

“Uh,” he floundered, half in suspicion and half in genuine confusion, “never had one.”

“Well then,” she grinned as she passed him, “that’s something to add to our to-do list for when this is all over. Jameson, though, none of that Kentucky stuff.”

“Yes ma’am.” his tone was vacant, smiling concern brittle, “You uh, you alright, Colonel?”

Ida gave him a withering look and then Gale too, had cause to be repentant.

“Come on Kendeigh, let's get the rest.” Ida gestured as she followed Gale back into the hall, aware of Johnny’s eyes still on her, still taking stock, “They better not be in bunks without a wash. Come on, showers, everyone! Out, come on out. You can sleep afterwards. Out! Would one of you be so kind as to wake us up in time for roll call?” she inquired of the male officers straggling behind her in the hall.

“Course! Yeah, for sure.” about five offers went up.

“You wake Me up.” she clarified coming to a full stop, wary of the enthusiasm, “I’ll wake up the rest.”

“I’ll get you up.” Her John said.

He’d probably sit and watch her sleep, too, needle and torn pants in hand, like a creepy little owl but that was one of those things she figured make or break a family, you either find it endearing you have a brother who rarely blinks or you go mad. Today, after all of it, she didn’t mind having a guardian Angel. Or a watchdog. Speaking of-

“Hey,” she asked him, “you two flew out together, where’s Bucky?”

But no one had an answer for that, not even Little John.

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wha what if every chaos emerald had a guardian 👉👈 and what if the chaos emeralds didn't look like the chaos emeralds at all and what if they all had special powers and what if-

#sonic the hedgehog #stvh #my doodles #vagabond au #sonic au #sticks #silver #blaze #shadow #me trying to intergrate silver and blaze into the world without using backwards time travel and different dimensions led to this #this is actually a pretty old idea. pretty much had this from the start. just hadn't chosen the guardians yet #the other two will end up as ocs i don't think there's any characters that would fit my ideas for them #i might change sticks out too because i changed her a little too much. but i probaly will just keep her as is because i like boomerang #stvh!concept

[starshine-valley]

Hey guys i’m in a shizumafu mood today. AU where Shizuku gets isekai-ed into a video game her little sister plays and ends up being the chosen one who’s supposed to stop evil or whatever but she ends up falling for the antagonist that’s literally gonna destroy the world (Mafuyu) because she reminds her of the girl she has a crush on.

#pjsk #project sekai #prosekai #proseka #prsk #shizuku hinomori #mafuyu asahina #shizumafu #was based on the yuri villainess anime #but like #not at the same time #it was that + intergrated with my fantasy au #and everyone is in the video game and doesn’t know it except shizu leo/need and tsukasa and toya #basically childhood friends of shizuku + toya #i’ve been neglecting shizumafu guys :( #i’m sorry have this au though !! <33

[moostelid]

My personal headcanon is that Snezhnaya is home to the faefolk, and the winter court.

There used to be a summer court, but it was destroyed as collateral in one of Celestia’s plans, and their heavily weakened denizens were scattered across Teyvet (what we know as Seelies, and probably whatever Paimon is too, lol).

In anguish, the Summer Queen, who was also the goddess of love, overthrew and killed the Winter Court’s Queen, the former Cryo Archon, who played a part in the destruction, merging the courts, and becoming the current archon, the Tsarista. Now, out for blood she vows vengeance on Celestia. Her loving heart is frozen in grief, causing even the most southern parts of Snehnaya to freeze over, bringing what remained of the summer court into an eternal winter.

Fey are shifters, the Sneznayan equivalent of Yokai and Adepti, with a true form and a human form. Not all fey are Fatui, like their queen—there are also civilian fey with families, and hidden fey villages.

Also, this absolutely would explain Foxtaglia in a fanfic. He’s a shifter and his harbinger outfit is specially designed to accommodate his shifts. He would pretend to be human, and uses his fox form to go undercover.

Also, imagine if he tries to shift in foul legacy. I think I’d dub it “vulpine voidcrawler.”

#fae folk #teyvat #foxtaglia is def the sneznhyan equivlent of a Kitzune. #paimon #headcanon #genshin impact #fatui headcanons #tsarista #tartagalia genshin impact #genshin childe #foxtaglia #cryo vision #Snez #snezhnaya #childe tartaglia ajax #This is absolutely how Foxtaglia could be intergrated in a fic. #feywild #winter court #summer court #fae au

[campundertale]

Camp Undertale Characters: (Cabin 4)

#camp undertale #undertale #undertale au #undertale six souls #slasher au #horror au #slasher camp #undertale patience #undertale intergrity #patience #integrity #character design

[narutomaki]

trying to sleep but got distracted with porn

any way in Amegakure do you think that a very well off polycule of 4 mass murderers would have a shower head/free standing shower or-

actually who cares.

#if you people saw the 4 dicks im smashing together you'd throw small rocks at me in the street #edit: get me out of here. tbh. #theyre so fucking gooey. disgusting. #at least 2 of the 4 dicks have pussies. boy in canon but then again. theres no proof they sont. #i have work in the morning and im giggling and kicking my feet thinking about kisame getting covered in obitos blood going down on him #absolutely tearing that pussy to shreds and then fucking it and obiyo being lime #this is all ive ever wanted. #crying bcus this fictional mass murderer can have sex that would kill or permanently maim me at the very least. and wake up in the bath with #orochimaru drawing seal ideas on his chest in water and pull away to immediately make out with kisame again. #god. get me out of here. im in to fucking deep in this au it may as well be original fiction but intergral parts of their backstories are #too obvious and too needed to get rid of. but also #.... whatever. #any way Kakuzu is the 4th dick. one time he tied Obito up shibari but sewn. <- all the blood rushing to my oeanus and i pass out

[revengesworn]

he (best boy koko) is added!! but also, as well as koko...

i suddenly had the most bizarre idea for a fic/rp scenario in which some of the tokyo revengers adults like. don't exactly time travel, but... somehow end up in the bodies of themselves as teenagers?? and kind of blend in with the tokyorev characters without anyone (or, well, most people) realizing who they are. and for some reason that's a really interesting idea to me???????

i do occasionally get the desire for more adults in tr to write so i've added some as teritary muses to explore this concept, lol. specifically ryoko baji, ryoko tachibana and remi atm. don't ask why those three, i have no clue what i'm doing :p i probably wont' write them much at all which is why they're teritary, but hey, i don't write south or takuya much either and they're still on the muse page, so like. why not??

#ooc #i've been putting off adding these ladies because we barely know anything about them and i'm not super attached to the tr adults or anythin #but like. somehow for literally no reason this au idea has got me to test them out. don't ask me why? i don't understand my priorities afds #i'm also up to write their normal adult selves too of course; but! #i think this concept makes it a little easier to intergrate them with the main cast; especially those who wouldn't want adults involved #in their business. #...............anyway lmk if you think this idea is dumb and bad i'm suddenly self-conscious ajhrfhkjdshk #koko starter call in a moment tho!!

[nebulaleaf]

three people have rb'd that indulgent au post with various of prev?? curiosity . and . a) thank you! b) aaauuuug i dont even know where to begin man

#mermaid au is kinda disingenuous because only akira is a mermaid #ive not fully fleshed it out but its a world where supernatural creatures are around but like. only in the ocean with various levels of #intergration. like sirens being in close proximity with many oceanside settlements and friendly with humans #whereas others [like leviathans] are revered as hostile beasts due to their mystic n rare nature #uh. thats not the plot sorry i have a lot of pointless worldbuilding for seagods and various types of merms anyway th #the plot is . #uh well . th. #hm. good question #i have two different variations. one where wakaba lives and one where she dies #living one is about akira reconciling with wakaba after he felt abandoned by her long ago and the dies one i actually #forget? i havent thought abput it in a while because im obsessed with the first concept mire #wakaba. shaking a child merm: SOJIRO! LOOK AT HIM HE'S NOT NORMAL! sojiro: #sorry ive not shared anything useful <- stalling out of embarassment

[moonlight-tmd]

Oh? God Bee?? Please tell us more.

OOOH BOY I WILL TELL YOU MORE AND BEYOND-

SO- In this AU, Bumblebee is secretly a lesser deity (more known as celestial lords). One of many that guard and sometimes interact with the mortal world for fun. Nobody knows about the lesser gods anymore because their cults have died out and worship was forgotten long ago and the knowledge about religions is only kept in deep archives for the sake of keeping track of history. The only knowledge about gods that survived to this day is about Primus and Unicron- the "good" and the "evil" halves that function and fight with each other to maintain balance, kind of like Yin Yang.

Bumblebee's god name is Beisilan, he's a Celestial Lord of Dreams and Wishes, Patron of misfits and all things out-of-place. His domain is Dream Realm and his duty is to make and keep guard of dreams and nightmares. He is also the one the mortals summon to make their wishes come true- signing pacts, deals, etc. He's the most social of the deities, per se.

He's known to be mischevious, curious and playful (and deranged) but also dangerous- he's the one that tugs at the strings of luck and steers the wind that pushes you in certain directions in life.

I've allowed myself to sketch a little something for the reference-

In his god form he's a tad bigger than his mortal frame (although he can change size at will), he has additional arms and 5 eyes cuz as stated previously, he's with misfits (plus he likes to be the odd one out). He also has 6 glowing ribbons that he can control like tentacles sticking from his back. He's levitating most of the time because why should he be restricted to ground. He also has that godly glow to him, you ever seen Disney's Hercules? Kind of like the gods there have.

So- I imagine he comes down to mortal realm and gives himself a mortal frame to posses until it dies. And this continues on, with some neons of breaktime between each lifetime, and currently he's Bumblebee-

The way he met Team Prime is very much different from the original events- it was Optimus, Ratchet, Bulkhead and freshly picked up and intergrated Prowl on the team. Their ship was drifting in space so theu could do some stuff and something hit the wing, Bulk and Prowl were send to check and maybe fix the damage but instead of an asteroid they saw a little yellow bot, frosted over and greyish in color limply hanging from the wing. Of course they pulled it into the ship and got it to the ship's medbay immediately. When the bot woke up few joors later they got to learn his name was Bumblebee. He didn't remember what happened, only that he was thrown out of the ship and left to die. The team kept him, Bee was very adamant on staying with them and from what he said his skills could come in handy for them.

They become closer and end up on Earth afterwards. Everything is quite normal no once but them is on the planet yet,... until one day Team Prime goes to investigate some strange activity and find a group of stray mechs trying to do a ritual of some sorts- turns out they weren't the only ones on the planet, just the area. And that group is seemingly trying to do some cult stuff. They have few encounters before the cult group captured Team Prime to use in the sacrifice to summon something. And so coincidentally, the leader chose Bee to sacrifice. (Inspired by Bad Feeling by Jagwar Twin)

They place him in the ritual circle with all the sigils n stuff and do the rites. Team Prime tries their best to get themselves free while Bee seems more awkward than scared- then teh whole area inside the circle dills with white fire... nothing happens. The leader glances at the other cult folks and tries to figure something out. In the meantime- Bee pokes his helm up from the fire and stands up while shaking his wrist free off molten metal that used to be stasis cuffs. "Yeah, this sacrificial ritual really lacks the 'sacrificial' part..."

He bickers with the leader who tries to go near and grab him, thinking the fire is safe. But the moment he sticks his servo inside the circle the flames burn and melt half of it off. Everyone just stares shocked and quite alarmed as to why the fire harmed the cult folk and is not harming Bee- a minute later Bee snickers and burst out laughing... but then the laugh glitches a bit and he sounds like he's laughing his insanity out. He throws his servos up and falls back, after he submerged in fire there is just silence. The same leader cult folk that tried to grab him goes near, carefully looking if the bot is dead already- but the moment he gets too close some yellow figure launches out, grabs him and pulls him into the fire with it.

The fire that was once white turns vibrant yellow and with a small explosion, a figure emerges... at brief glance it looked normal but no... the figue stretched, its 4 arms making sure they were seen. Then 2 of its eyes blink open before the other 3 open as well. Its mouth forms a big almost-painful-to-look-at grin, sharp teeth glaring at them. The thing's build was odd, almost resembling a build of someone starving. But most noticable detail- the one that told them this somehow was Bee- was the voice; it was choir-like, few tones of similar voices speaking at once but one tone prominent the most, the tone of Bumblebee's voice. "It feels good~... Been a long while since I done this."

The creature didn't introduce itself, only seemed curious and kept guessing what the summoners might want- which resulted in a rather annoying and disappointed moment when the summoners had no idea who they summoned instead of whoever they tried to summon. So obviously, it had to explain. And what a better way to explain that a musical! (Alastor's Game by The Living Tombstone. The song is exactly the same with exception of few words; "-give mr. Alastor Beisilan a call."-be your sweet, radio mischevious demon.")

As the song goes on Beisilan show different aspect of himself- from proposing a pact scroll to the cultist folks to making everyone delve into the odd nightmareish plane for brief seconds before pulling them to a side and showing them all the things they want. Team Prime has a brief moment of seeing their perfect world before it turns to dust and flees to the cultist who do their things and then they see them 'get posessed'. ("did i mention that you're cursed?")

Then they have a brief flashes of places that match the lyrics and at the end, Team Prime is not chained up near the ritual site but instead standing free some distance away from the summoning ring and watches as the mindless cultists stand around the circle and have stringst wrapped around their necks as to show they are bound. The creature finished singing and bows and then just like it appeared, it disappeared in a burst of flames along with the cultists...

Team Prime had a short moment to recollect and try to think what happened before, even when it said its leaving, the same creature that sang comments something from behind them. The reactions are amusing to it. After a bit of wordplay and insane giggles, the creature introduces itself as Beisilan. He explains that he's Bee and not Bee and all that confusing stuff but he does like the bunch so he is their friend and they are stuck with him. He doesn't say what happened to the cultists, only that "they paid the price a little early" and that they shouldn't worry about them. Team Primes leaves as told so Bei can 'clean up' the ritual site, he also tells them to not speak of it again. They only see Bee again next morning.

Sari wasn't there so she never knew. Or at least until some other events in the future that i will save for another post cuz this one is fucking long. I still kept it as short and on point as possible.

Hope you enjoyed reading my nonsense. Expect it to be added to the AU list now that you made me write about it.

#maccadam #tfa #ask box #tfa bumblebee #tfa au #celestial!bee au #long post #moon derg art

[https-furina]

— café on the seafront. (500 followers event)

“bienvenue, dear traveler, to my quaint little coffee shop by the sea!”

welcome, my beautiful followers to https-furina’s 500 follower celebration event - caf�� on the seafront! this is probably my most anticipated event, and i’m in love with this, but for this to be posted, it means i finally reached 500 followers! so i’ll start by saying thank you so much for helping me achieve this milestone, i created this blog to intergrate back into the genshin community after a year away but i ended up staying and producing content instead.

i’ve made some fantastic memories and gained so many new friends that i treasure with all my heart - i genuinely do not know where i would be without them. we’re officially halfway to 1k followers and that is just… mindblowing to me. sappy thanks aside, let’s get you a drink, hm?

special thanks to the @ecrin-de-litterature network & to @ryuryuryuyurboat for proofreading this event post !!

(note. the laws of coffee making don’t apply here, hehe have fun!)

#ACAFÉONTHESEAFRONT — event | order receipts

this event is: ongoing!

“can i take your order?”

— the name on the cup (character)

who is this order for? it can be anyone from the following region lists.

mondstadt; kaeya, albedo, diluc, venti. mona, jean, lisa, amber & eula.

liyue; xiao, zhongli, childe. ningguang, beidou, yelan & shenhe.

inazuma; scaramouche, gorou, ayato, thoma, kazuha, heizou. ei, yae miko, ayaka, yoimiya, kuki shinobu, kujou sara & kokomi.

sumeru; alhaitham, kaveh, tighnari, cyno, wanderer. nilou, candace, dehya & layla.

fontaine; lyney, neuvillette, wriothesley. lynette, furina, clorinde & navia.

khaenri’ah; aether. lumine.

— choose a size (genre)

small (platonic), medium (fluff), large (angst)

— choose a coffee (au)

espresso (normal), latte (modern!au) mocha (royal!au) americano (soulmate!au), cappuccino (college!au), flat white (zombie apocalypse!au)

— choose a milk (extra prompt) - optional (choose one)

dairy milk (hanahaki disease), oat milk (unrequited love), almond milk (character death), soy milk (established relationship), steamed milk (friends to lovers)

— choose an extra (reader gender)

foam (gn!reader), latte art (fem!reader)

“oh me, oh my! that simply won’t do, can’t i get you anything else?”

order a croissant to receive… a match up to a genshin character!

please provide me with your star sign, personality, hobbies, etc. & specify female, male or don’t mind (aka i’ll choose from either.)

order a macaron to receive… a vision!

please provide me with your personality & mbti (if you know it.)

order a pain au chocolat to receive… a song!

please provide me with your personality & hobbies.

order an éclair to receive… a rating for your blog theme!

you only need to be off anon to order an éclair so that i can see your blog.

“très bon! take a seat, i’ll bring your order over to you when it’s done!”

- you can order more than once! but please only have one order active at a time (please wait until i finish your ongoing order.)

- all steps are mandatory except for milk and pastries!

- please only order one pastry per order!

- a reminder that this is all for fun; i’m not going to bias if you order out of anon and match you to your favourites if i know who they are. do not order pastries if you know you’re not going to be happy with not receiving who/what you want!

© https-furina 2023 | please do not copy, re-upload or translate my works on any form of media and do not copy, edit or steal my event.

#⌞a café on the sea front !! ⌝ #https-furina #genshin #genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin angst #genshin x reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact angst #genshin impact x reader

[fishfingersandjellybabies]

AU where Damian was trained as a spy from birth and became a good detective like his father. Jon grows up to be a reporter like his parents and becomes completely smitten with Damian when they meet at Bruce’s gala. Jon meets Damian again but as a spy while trying to report on a big heist and Damian saving him from an implanted bomb. Damian casually flirts with Jon whenever they end up crossing each other’s paths but never takes it further. Jon tries to ask Damian out but always ends up cutting him off before he says it.

Damian flirts but always tries to keep Jon at an arms length to keep him safe, but Jon is just so. FUCKING. PERSISTENT.

He never lets Jon get the question out to go to dinner or something, but one time, he was going to go do something that he didn't know if he was going to survive so instead of cutting off Jon in his normal way, he cut him off with a long kiss, before disappearing into the dark with a wink.

Or another time there's some explosion on scene and Damian was caught in it. Jon throws his journalistic intergrity to the wind and goes in in the aftermath to find him. He does, and he holds him until help can get there, taking his chance to talk Damian's ear off and hold his hand and hold him close like he's always wanted, you know, minus all the blood etc, and finally asks Damian to dinner just as EMTs arrive. He also goes with Damian to the hospital and already lists himself as Damian's husband as a lie to gain visitor access. Even when Bruce/fam finally arrived, he's not embarrassed for a second.

#jondami #jonathan kent #damian wayne #au chattering #anon #asks

[precious-little-scoundrel]

Those Who Can || series masterlist

-gorgeous gif credit to: @staud

OC x pairing chart

Rifle Broads

Ida’s Law

Showers

First Night

What Took Him So Long?

Favorite Escape

Greatest Fear

Candy? -as in Kendeigh?

Female Complaints

My fellow Colonel (post liberation)

A Wedding & A Willy (postwar)

Hardwoods (postwar)

Answered asks for this universe can be found under #Those Who Can Rosie x Ida Gale x Maureen

This series is now open to prompts. Ideally I’d like this series to end up being exclusively prompt-inspired and will be putting out prompt lists accordingly. I think that will be a fun way to keep the interaction going, stretch my own skills and explore all the different scenarios that may intrigue y’all. So far I’ll be keeping it to POW camp and post liberation timeline.

Note: my blog and writings are strictly 18+, this means that we are all adults here enjoying free connection and art. The themes of this particular story are mature, at times harrowing and for some, potentially intolerable. No worries if the latter is your case, feel free to move on or block tags. On the other hand, please take responsibility for your reading, I provide warnings as a courtesy but I cannot cover them all and if something doesn’t sit right, please exercise adult autonomy and make your way to the nearest exit. Xo

#masters of the air #mota #mota fanfic #mine #mota oc #Intergrated au #those who can #gale cleven #john egan #john brady #gale cleven x oc #john egan x oc #Ida brady #Maureen Kendeigh #austin butler #callum turner #austin butler fanfiction

[familial-bondsau]

꧁𝑭𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕꧂

This is a new MD AU that I am working on that mainly focuses on my character Elenore

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔

꧁☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★꧂

𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑁

Referred to as “Papa N” by Elenore, he is the goofy fun loving dad but he is still protective of his adoptive daughter despite his bubbly exterior. He runs into Serial Designation B by chance and he was integrated by her so she could get intel on Elenore’s location to which he acted obvious and avoided giving her honest answers

𝑈𝑧𝑖 𝐷𝑜𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛

Referred to as “Mama Uzi” or “Mama Zi” by Elenore, she is the overbearing mother who is very overprotective of her adoptive daughter and will stop at nothing to keep Elenore safe, even if it means she has to fight the ABC trio just to keep her daughter out of harm’s way

𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑉

Referred to as “Mama V” by Elenore, she is the one providing for everyone in the family, often overworking herself much to N and Uzi’s concern. V of course disregards her lovers’ request to take a break cuz she knows that providing for them and their adoptive daughter is important. Another thing V values is Elenore’s safety, making sure that the ABC trio stays as far away from her precious daughter as possible

𝐸𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑒

A young worker drone who crashed landed on Copper 9 as a baby and was taken in by N, V, and Uzi. Elenore doesn’t remember much of her biological mother but she is aware that the ABC trio wants her dead, for what reason she can’t seem to recall. She loves all three of her adoptive parents equally and appreciates everything that they do for her

𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐴

The leader of the ABC trio and one of the first disassembly drone prototypes, A was the main one who killed and targeted Elenore’s biological mother Elora via James Elliott’s request when Elora tried escaping the manor with baby Elenore. When A realized that Elenore was still alive on Copper 9, she made it her mission to lead her team to Copper 9 to find Elenore and finish the job that they have been programmed to do

𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐵

The airheaded one of the ABC trio and one of the first disassembly drone prototypes, B is very gullible and follows any orders given to her by her leader A. She was very curious of her new snowy surroundings when she first landed on Copper 9 with the rest of her team and had a look around. She ran into N by chance and intergrated him for information on Elenore’s location via A’s request with little prevail

𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐶

(Green will have to work for her since there is no yellow)

Sassy, confident, and strategic, C is the backbone of the ABC trio and takes her job very seriously. She is a well trained assassin who knows how to put A’s plans into action majority of the time. C is also a great seamstress and a master of disguise. She is the brains of the operation and she knows it. C knows that if she and the rest of her team are going to get the job done, they are going to get it done right

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕

꧁♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎꧂

Plot info can be found on my main blog and I will reblog it here in case people have forgotten

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍!

꧁☼☀︎︎☼☀︎︎☼☀︎︎☼☀︎︎☼☀︎︎☼☀︎︎☼☀︎︎☼☀︎︎☼☀︎︎☼☀︎︎꧂

Have fun and leave questions in the ask box! I will draw responses whenever I am able to!

#murder drones #murder drones au #murder drones familial bonds #murder drones n #murder drones uzi #murder drones v #murder drones oc #murder drones elenore #murder drones a #murder drones b #murder drones c #md #md au #md familial bonds #md n #md uzi #md v #md oc #md elenore #md a #md b #md c #uzi doorman #serial designation n #serial designation v #serial designation a #serial designation b #serial designation c #ask blog #traditional art

[smallpwbbles]

Sorry to ask but I'm looking at your au's and I love em but are end sonic and assimilated sonic the same or their own things? I got a bit confused

No worries, they’re two different things, end sonic is The end snatching Sonics body for itself and Sonic essentially becoming the final boss, Assimilated Sonic is him becoming intergrated into the Islands programming and becoming a continuous obstacle for the other 3

#ask

[asmodeauxx]

ngl there was a scrapped panel for ddup's last update, but im saving it for next update's comic (also hopefully i can intergrate sins of the flesh's mechanics to my au vfbdh)

#piper is being a faucet #cult of the lamb au #death do us part

[ashtxeman]

*Slam dunks myself into ur inbox*

You got any tiger or bull hcs?

Also, are you willing to talk about ur cool au?

~ fan-mans

Ooo, a lovely ask to see, Fan-Mans! Well, lets start with the big one.. my 'cool au' (thank you!!!). Assuming you mean my interpretation of the wacky Punchout world, I can't reveal too much.. tension building and all, but I'd be delighted to share a little synopsis and drop a few important notes to build off. After a tragic event in 1998 that rocked the very core of the WVBA, things started to fall apart. Famous faces departed, shady deals were made, everything was emerging into a new dawn. With Mr Dream gaining ownership of the company from its original founders Phillip Margo and Terrence Lemming, a company named Sun Corp was intergrated into the WVBA behind the scenes, slowly replacing medical employees and other roles with their own. Sun Corp pledges to create a better world for boxing and revolutionise the sport, but they might have ulterior motives that need to be looked into.. The Sun Corp website provides a lot of information on the AU, and has a bunch of secrets to find that have some vital stuff if you haven't looked already. Looking now.. there's about 8 things to find! https://sun-corp.onepage.me/sluncekorporace If you have any other questions, maybe I'll let some info slip.. feel free to send in any more asks! And now I can get onto the purer stuff, headcanons! We'll share some Bull info first, shall we? - Bull doesn't have any personal pets, but has plenty of farm animals (and several bulls) back in Turkey that he gets along well with. - Bull has never even considered dating. As a child he wasn't interested, as an adult he's too closed off to try anything. He would need a lot of convincing to give anything a go. - Bull barely tolerates anybody.. except Soda. He finds Macho annoying, he finds Aran aggravating and he's just fine with Sandman, because he's quiet. - Bull has been involved in a cover up by the WVBA for something he did. - He's blind in one eye, he will not discuss it. - I've mentioned it before, but his actual name is Burak Binici! - Bull is admittedly terrified of being noticed. He hates large crowds, ironically, and that means he often gets overstimulated. As a coping mechanism, he hits his head to try and concentrate on that pain rather than what's going on around him.. it's not very healthy, but it does work. Whenever he goes out in public, whether it's alone or with friends, he'll usually cover up with a hoodie or a coat to make himself less noticeable. In a worse case scenario he'll even make those going out with him cover up so they don't draw any attention, like the one time he took Joe out to a restaurant and had him wear a fluffy coat the entire time until he passed out from heat exhaustion. It's definitely an issue for him, but he refuses to work on it because he refuses to talk about his issues. It just makes him frustrated.

And now some Tiger info! - Tiger owns a white tiger called Gahana. - Tiger is fine with everybody, except Don who he constantly argues with and the rest of the time just manages to tolerate. - Tiger is very interesting for scars. He has tons all over him, and it gives him a kind of tiger stripe pattern. They're a mix of accidental magic injuries (teleporting into dangerous spots, burning himself with fire, etc etc). But there's a scar along his palm that's from a blood pact he made with an old friend, who was convinced they could get some of Tiger's magic if they did one (which was completely untrue and just ruined the friendship).  - His actual name is Zeeshan Kapoor!

#punch out wii #punchout #great tiger #bald bull #headcanons #i really loved making this post! #thanks fan mans! <3 #ask me more i love information!!! >:]