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merry-andrews · 11 months

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Boxer!Bradley AU;

Bradley fights big matches and wins big prizes. He's one of famous ones. one night at a bar he meets Jake. He's a run-away kid looking for finding a job in this big town and a new start and it's supposed to be a casual one-night stand but morning after when Jake walks around Bradley's small kitchen, wearing Bradley's shirt and sitting on Brad when he's doing his push-ups, Bradley just gets too fond of him that he suggests Jake to stay with him until he finds his own place to live.

he's set for a big match for next couple of months and his competitor is also a good boxer with good reputation too so it's a real challenge if he can beat him. Talking about moneys and bets here which he can make a whole new life someplace else (with Jake💗 Brad's planning on to purpose him) something that he doesn't know, Jake's his competitor's lover.. and all this was a plan from start to get under Bradley's skin to get to convince him losing the match without polluting his own name. So Brad finds out somehow and they break up and while Jake truly has feelings for him, but he doesn't say a word or begs him.. he just leaves..

Brad wins the prize (Jake's heart was beating so fast he was so scared, on the edge of tears whenever Brad got hit. At the end Bradley's locking eyes with Jake while they raise his hand to announce winner) and at that same night Jake comes knocking on a moping Bradley's door, tears in his eyes when Brad pulls him in a kiss, says he's in love with Bradley and he put bets on Bradley instead of his ex-lover💗

#hangster #sereshaw #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun maverick #Bleed For This fusion #hmm and let me steal that version of Glen from Scream Queens #so yeah they're gonna go live someplace sunny and buy a house and a car and a dog and adopt kids together💗#Brad will open a gym of course #and they lived happily ever after #💕💕💕💕💕💕💕#thank you @redfurrycat all your aus posts encouraged me to make my own one💖💖💖#I'm proud of this post!! I am!!#also you bet. Brad indeed put LOTS of forces in his fists cus 'NO ONE GETS TO TOUCH AND OWN JAKE EXCEPT ME!'#its why he won? hmm maybe!!#also sitting on your husband while he's doing push ups sit ups is really really cute ok #and I just need to see this scene when Jake kisses Brad's bruises pushes his sweaty curls out of his face after the match💗#and Brad wraps him in his arms hhhnn #this ship is so cute🥺💕💕💕#au post #au posting

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factorialsotherfandoms · 2 months

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Prompt by @rabbit-harpist - Chayanne and Tallulah finally meeting in person. (Also @becauseplot as I saw you were also thinking of this one). I hope this is fine. I rotated it a few times too many oops.

Mention of injured child, but it's just the comfort that comes after.

Chayanne only sits still because Papa has him trapped. Dad isn't here, but his closest sister had updated him on that. She is here now, he knows that, her reaching out every few minutes to check if something scaring her is actually dangerous or not.

None of it has been; Chayanne is still a bit uncertain about some things here, but Dad is with her and would never let anything bad happen to anyone ever. So, he promises her it's okay, that he'll see her soon, that she just has to let Dad and the Doctor look after her and then they could see each other. That's what Papa had said, and Papa does not lie.

(It does not change the fact that he wants his sister /now/.)

She updates him on the other children she was with, too, just like she always has - and just like he does for her. He worries about all of them - Bobby and Pomme and Richarlyson and Trump and Allie and Dapper and Ramón and Leonardra and all his siblings without names - but he worries about her most of all. He can talk to her, and has been able to talk to her since the day she was dragged into life, listless and not yet screaming. He remembers things she cannot, and that he never wants her to, and now he finally, finally gets to see her!

Chayanne asked, once, what she looks like. She didn't know, and he doesn't know either.

Finally, finally, she lets him know that the Doctor has told her she can leave. There's more that she doesn't understand, and if she doesn't understand then she cannot explain it to Chayanne either, but what she does know is that Dad has picked her up, and is bringing her to see Chayanne.

Papa cannot keep Chayanne any more; he squirms his way out of Papa's arms, dropping to the floor and running.

"Chayanne!" Papa calls, also standing up to chase.

Chayanne is little, but he is fast. Papa is also fast, but Chayanne has the head start and knows where he is going; out the door, down the stairs, cross the balcony over the "subsidiary power generator", then-

He does not make it to the then. In the little walkway between that room and the next, he collides with Dad.

Dad only laughs, and ruffles his hair, and yells, "it's okay, Missa! I caught him!"

Chayanne does not have attention for his parents, though; he stares up at the little girl being carried on his Dad's hip.

She is much smaller than him, but then he knows people grow and that she has only been alive for half of his life. Curly brown hair, glowing yellow eyes, a patch on her cheek and neck where dark skin fuses with grey-purple insect shell. She is dressed in one of Pomme's dresses - one of the simpler ones, left open at the back so that little blue wings have the freedom to move - a little loose on her, but also too short.

Under it, Chayanne can see bandages - they make a thicker patch, and poke out of both the sleeve and neckline of the dress. He shudders, remembering the agonising pain from when she was shot.

She stares at Chayanne, before turning to Dad and tugging on his arm. He laughs, and Missa scoops up Chayanne, and Dad says, "I'll let you down once we get to the common room, okay Tallulah? It's still a bit dangerous here."

Chayanne can feel the warning in the back of his mind. He would sulk at being picked up again, except that Papa is picking him up, and Chayanne will never actually refuse him.

Instead he rests his head on Papa's shoulder, ignoring the way his parents talk to instead watch his sister. With one hand he waves to her, and she smiles back - fangs and all.

"/Is Tallulah your name?/" he asks her, in the same way they have always talked.

"/I think so!/" she replies. "/Do you like it/?"

"/It's pretty/."

"/So are your arms/!"

Chayanne looks down to where the glowing patterns on his arms are providing a low light. Wanting to make her happy he pulls up his sleeves, showing off more of the intricate - if random - designs.

He doesn't ask if she is hurting, because he knows that she is. He doesn't ask if she is okay, because he knows that she isn't. He doesn't ask about their sisters, because he knows the two Tallulah came with are safe, as are the ones already here, and that the rest of their siblings are dead.

Instead he shows off the patterns, and points out people they pass, and tries his very best to entertain her.

Eventually they make it to the common room - Chayanne's parents are always slow when they decide to walk and talk, no matter how impatient Chayanne is feeling - and set the two children on the floor.

"Chayanne, this is-" Dad begins.

Chayanne does not listen to him. Instead he runs across the room, and pulls his little sister into a hug.

"Careful!" comes the warning from both parents, one in English and the other in Spanish.

Tallulah is in no more pain from the hug than without it, so Chayanne does not let go. He tucks his precious sister close and he knows he cannot protect her, that the hurt is already done, that he could not even save Bobby when he was right there beside him.

But...

She's here now! Dad actually found her! Helped her! She's safe, and she's okay, just like he promised and promised that she someday would be.

He did not know what a hug was until Papa gave him one, and Tallulah is still a little unsure. Carefully he explains, in that silent way which comes most naturally to them, and she hesitantly wraps her arms around him too.

Carefully, he leans down and taps their foreheads together - the gesture of welcome, of comfort, of family that they eggs developed for themselves, before the adults of The Order came and taught them what hugs are.

That's when the tears spill. Not just Tallulah's, but Chayanne's as well.

"/It hurts it hurts it hurts/," Tallulah whispers into his mind. "/Big brother, I'm scared./"

"/You're safe/," he promises back. "/You're safe, you're safe, you're finally safe - I will protect you now. Together, we're together, we won't ever be apart again. You're home now, this is home, nothing will ever hurt you again, Dad and Papa won't allow it./"

Tallulah does not know what /home/ means, but that's okay. Chayanne is going to teach her.

And that starts with letting go, but holding her hand, and dragging her to the box of children's toys and accessories to pick out the first thing that she will ever own.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp x xcom #qsmp au #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #tallulah doesn't even have her hat yet #it's what she'll pick from the box #(when he was first awake after being rescued chayanne woke to find the adults had gathered loads of kid stuff)#(and the first thing he took for himself is his ducky)#of the other two with her... tilin is in one of leo's shirts belted at the waist to make a tunic #and flippa is too tall for that but too short for pomme's dresses and so in some of richas' clothes #tallulah got to escape the infirmary first because the big obvious wound on her shoulder meant she got her checkup first #she has a hearing test booked for a few days and they're working on making her inhalers #the other two are still having things like basic blood tests and lung checks and all that #tallulah would have stayed with them except she wanted to meet chayanne #they'll be along together in a bit #chayanne is supposed to be in class with the other eggs but couldn't concentrate with needing to guide tallulah through being rescued #so missa rescued him from school for the day #i say school #i mean the adults take it in turns to teach them bits of what they know #niki was teaching a cooking class! where its more she makes bread or cakes or cookies with them than directly teaches #and with some help from other adults because many kids near ovens #styled much more like baking for fun than a class #but still important lessons!#anyway stop rambling now #back to op for me

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scarletiswailing347 · 1 year

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saw a vampbo and got inspo for my banquet au lol

this is meant to be platonic but i cant really blame anyone for seeing it as romantic considering *gestures* yknow

btw grian's reply isn't just exaggeration, vampires in this world...lowkey work like viruses lol, i mean it's not an exact comparison obviously but it's pretty close

grian is an endian which is different from enderians in that it's specifically the species of those bitches from the end credits. he was originally gonna be a watcher but my story changed too much for it to make sense since, from what i know of the watchers, they're a lot more active than the creatures in my story -- hence i made the endians which are more like observers rather than watchers

the thing about endians is that, as passive as they are, they are extremely powerful and can one hit kill most creatures including vampires

now here's where the virus-like qualities of the vampires in this universe come into play, vampires are pretty much entirely powerless against endians...unless they suck their blood -- this is cause, once vampires suck a creatures blood, they rapidly develop defenses against that creature and, to some extent, other creatures of that species as well, making it theoretically possible for them to become completely unkillable against a specific species

of course they're gonna have to be careful how much blood they drink at a time cause if a vampire is too weak to handle an endian's blood they'll just die from lifeforce poisoning essentially lol, but endians have a lot of lifeforce in them so they only really need a little anyway to be satiated

the fact that endians have a lot of lifeforce make them very attractive to vampires and what stops most vampires from pursuing them is the fact that they'll most likely just get killed trying to do so (being powerful doesnt necessarily mean having a lot of, if any, lifeforce btw)

grian has been burned this way before when a certain vampire betrayed his trust and used his massively increased resistance against him and pretty much any other endian he encountered, luckily he didn't reach the point of full immunity and was killed once enough endians banded together to kill him

this incident caused an even bigger rift among vampires and endians and a lot of endians p much became kill-on-sight when it comes to vampires, grian also got banished for "being foolish enough to ever trust a vampire to such an extent"

so yeah grian letting mumbo suck his blood is a Pretty Big DealTM

#grumbo #hermitshipping #< i mean Not Really but well *gestures* yknow #c mumbo #c grian #hc banquet au #au #txt #mine.art #you could say that the endians seem a little ooc considering how kind they are in the credits #and i say i like drama and angst lol #(also it's very much the minority of endians who are specieist and they're generally too passive to do anything anyway)#oh yeah grian's feelings about the endians is a bit complicated #on one hand they're his people #on the other hand they exiled him for... trusting his friend #i mean that's pretty messed up #regardless his exile has gone long past involuntary lol he never wants to see any of those bitches again #well except jimmy but That's It #it's a small and incredibly distant community so it's pretty easy to do just that lol #and you can tell that The Incident was a Huge deal considering multiple endians actually Did Something Together #also for anyone wondering yes sam is in fact the certain vampire referenced #i wanted to reference as much of the hermits past series as i can considering they're all p much nigh immortal in this au #certain exceptions being for those hermits who are new to the whole being nigh immortal thing like iskall and wels #although i'll still try to reference as much as i can lol

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matmiraculous · 11 days

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Tell me to stop having au ideas

Just had another one. Do you guys know the Sandwhich family on tiktok? Yeah that. I have IDEAS.

#trolls #trolls band together #trolls 3 #dreamworks trolls #miraculous talks #trolls au #trolls brozone #parentszone #except they're nothing like Nebula and Fern #they're the opposite #they are the worst #despicable people #please ask me about this I will cry

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sonicrainicorn · 3 months

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Here's a fun, wholesome fact for the single dad au: Kevin and Dan always play the newest Zelda game together. It's tradition

#they still do the classic switch off when one of them dies #except totk #when that one comes out #dan still does his one life run #but kevin joins!#it's one of the few times they're side by side during a stream together #they set up a timer for equal play time #kevin makes it a rule #that even if one of them is in an intense fight #when the timer goes off they still have to switch #no pausing #dan hates him for it #they both have a lot of fun tho #single dad au #rtgame #call me kevin #callmekevin #sonic writes sometimes #we'll put it in that tag. sure.

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kyouka-supremacy · 1 year

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Me watching Spy × Family: I'm not watching this because Akutagawa's va is in it. I'm not watching this because Akutagawa's va is in it. I'm not watching this because Akutagawa's va is in it.

Me when Yuri shows up and his voice is completely unrecognizable from Akutagawa's: I'm no longer interested in watching this show

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #ryūnosuke akutagawa #mine #q.#20/07/22 #I'm just kidding it was a sweet show. It's just that I've got beef with CloverWorks which made it painful to watch– no exaggeration #But I think it's the most perfect TachiGin AU ever and that's nice I LOVE protective older brother Ryuunosuke who loves his sister very muc #Tbh it would also make an hilarious sskk AU. Sskk ARE people with different objectives-#who were temporary brought to work together to fulfill each their separate goal #So it would play out all the same- except they hate each other lmao #But then being forced to live together and slowly learning to love each other? In the end what is s×f but an elaborate fake marriage au #If we take on their Beast verse personalities though. Then it would play exactly like s×f canon-#(with Loid! Akutagawa and Yor! Atsushi) lol they're very similar #Anya! Kyouka 🥺🥺🥺#Bro I need more aus of the canon au

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nari-writes · 9 months

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Sabo takes one look at Marco's stupid, dopey smile, how he looks like his chest is going to burst with pleasure at Sabo agreeing to go on a date with him, and finds he can't do it.

He's a failure, he knows, but that doesn't stop him from tilting the vial into his own drink, his stomach churning. Marco gives him the same puppy-like, adoring look he gives Ace, and Sabo almost bites through his tongue because Marco's made this ten times worse. Because Marco's going to be so nice about Sabo spilling secrets everywhere, because he's going to stroke Sabo's hair like he did six missions ago, when he'd had to talk Sabo through a panic attack, because Sabo's going to say I fucking hate you and all Marco's going to say is, "Oh," and then he's going to stay, because he's terrible like that.

He's terrible, and better than Sabo could ever be, and Sabo fucking hates him for it.

The wine costs Marco money that Sabo doesn't even want to think about, and he thinks he'd feel a touch guilty for knocking it back like it's a shot if it weren't for the fact that they aren't friends. This is a reconnaissance mission, he thinks hysterically, and can't help but wonder what Marco's going to pick his brain for when Sabo's drugged up and out of it. It isn't like Sabo will remember, after all, and he'll tell Marco that fact when he's under the influence of this stupid serum.

"I'm so stupid," he says to Marco, almost laughing, and Marco blinks at him. Sabo almost swears, realising he's cut Marco off in the middle of some story, and he's about to apologise when Marco goes,

"Why would you say that?"

"I drugged myself."

"What?"

"Only way I could get through a conversation with you!" Sabo yells, and then almost howls with laughter because fuck he's funny. This is the only way he'll ever be able to get through a conversation with Marco. The only way he'll say what he wants to say without trying to make sure that Marco doesn't realise Sabo's manipulating him, the only way he'll manage a conversation with Marco when he hates the man but hasn't stopped biting his tongue for twelve years, the only way he'll even get through dinner without throwing up, and it's all because he couldn't bring himself to tip truth serum into Marco's glass. He drops his head into his hands and groans again, "I'm so stupid."

When he peeks through the gaps in his fingers, Marco looks like he's got whiplash, his usually inscrutable expression twisted with confusion and concern. Even though there's still food to come, Marco signals a waiter and gets their bill delivered, apologising for being unable to stay but still providing the restaurant with more than enough to cover their meal.

“You don’t have to do that,” Sabo mumbles when the waiter walks away, and Marco folds the napkin in his lap into a diamond and leaves in where his plate used to be.

“It’s polite,” he says, but there’s a stiff twist to his lip and his hands are jerky when he pulls on his coat. He hesitates for a second, then closes his eyes and gives a tiny sigh, holding his hand out for Sabo to take.

“You’re so weird,” Sabo says, but takes his hand anyway, because he likes how Marco’s hands feel, all calloused and warm and Marco holds on tight, always.

Always, Sabo thinks, and this time he tightens his own grip, because he doesn’t want to be the excuse Marco uses to let go.

Marco’s silent as they leave the restaurant, his jacket making little swishing noises across the back of his thighs, and Sabo breathes in the night air, feeling his skin prickle. It’s weird, but the truth serum feels kind of like an oversensory attack. Not a bad one, just-

Just weird.

(Maybe that has something to do what the fact that he’s the one who’s twined his and Marco’s hands together, but he doesn’t think that’s it. Oversensory attacks leave him detesting touch, not craving it, and he wants Marco’s hands on every inch of him.)

A car drives past, an echo of wheels fading in and out as Sabo watches the road, and then Marco’s grip tightens, a little desperate, a little shaky.

“What did you do to yourself?” he asks, the words on a little sigh that’s so heavy Sabo isn’t surprised to feel it resting on his shoulders.

“It was supposed to be you,” he defends, because obviously that’s the most important thing to defend, and then, because that wasn’t the answer to the question he says, “truth serum.”

“Why?” Marco says, and the little o his mouth forms is aghast. Then, he shakes his head, quick and unhappy. “Don’t answer that.”

“Too late!” Sabo chirps, because he likes nothing more than to be contrary, and annoying Marco is fun because Marco gets a tiny pinched look between his eyes and groans like someone’s told him he won’t get to shower for a week. “So I think you’ve got intel on the M16 spy, and I figured, hey, you wanted to sleep with me and the prelude to that is always dinner dates. Dinner dates have alcohol, alcohol hides truth serum, bam, truth serum administered and information collected.”

“You thought I was a spy?” Marco says, and there’s the kicked-puppy look again, the one that makes Sabo frown at him because grown men shouldn’t look like that and Marco shouldn’t be acting all injured.

“You are a spy,” he points out, voice dipping into a growl. “Why is it so surprising that I thought you were a liar?”

“We’re partners.”

“But I hate you,” Sabo says simply, because it really is that simple, but Marco looks like someone’s kicked him in the guts and when he stops Sabo’s arm gets jolted in the socket. Stupid hand holding, he grumbles to himself as he takes the steps back to Marco’s side.

“What sort of truth serum is this?” he says softly, and Sabo looks up at him impassively, blinking away bits of orange streetlight.

“Normal one?” he offers, because he’s not really sure what answer Marco’s looking for, and Marco makes a useless noise.

“You hate me?”

“Obviously.”

Marco closes his eyes and gives a tiny laugh, pressing his free hand against his eyes, and Sabo can’t help but frown at him. “You annoy me,” Sabo says, frustrated with how upset Marco’s acting. Like this is something he doesn’t know. “You fight well but don’t take credit for your achievements, you don’t hesitate to question the orders I want to question, you do- you say all these things to me, these- You act so nice all the time, like I don’t know you fucking pity me!”

“I don’t pity you,” he says, his eyes wide, and Sabo scoffs.

“Yes, I believe the man who hasn’t taken a truth serum.”

“Do you want me to?” Marco demands, and Sabo glares at him.

“I don’t want to hear what will come out of your mouth!”

“Why?” Marco asks, voice all soft, and now it is Sabo’s turn to bury his face in his hands.

“I don’t want to,” he says again, but that’s not an answer, not an explanation, he just- he just can’t give one. He doesn’t have one. “You could be a liar,” he mumbles, pressing the heel of his palm into his eyes. “Or you could be telling the truth. And I- I don’t want to know.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t!”

“But-”

Sabo whirls on Marco, finally letting go of his hand, and heaves in a breath to stop how fast his heart is pounding. “I don’t know why, okay? I don’t know why I don’t want to know. Maybe because if I don’t know then I can keep pretending that I don’t know for sure that you’re a good person. Maybe because then I don’t have to admit that you actually believe those things about me. Maybe because then I have to accept the fact that I don’t actually fucking hate you!”

The night no longer feels so cool – Sabo’s blood is boiling and he can feel his cheeks burning, rage and terror an unsteady cocktail that has him screwing his eyes closed to stop any tears from escaping him. “So just let me hate you, okay? I don’t want to- I’m- I can’t believe you saying those things about me, or my skills, and I don’t- I don’t want to know that you actually think that. That you think I’m a good person.”

“Sabo-” Marco says, and reaches out in such an easily telegraphed move that Sabo could avoid it with almost no effort, but he-

Marco's hands cup his cheek, thumbs along his cheekbone, and Sabo closes his eyes again, pressing into Marco’s touch.

“I’m not a good person, okay? You can’t- I torture people for a living. I blow up stuff because then no-one can hunt me down and hurt my family, I make sure no-one’s left alive because then I don’t have to deal with revenge plots, I hurt people. That’s what I do for a living, Marco! I hurt people!”

“What, and you think I don’t?” Marco says, his voice hiding the lilt of a joke, and Sabo’s breath hitches, half a laugh wrenched from his chest.

“You’re better than me. And you never do anything about it. What am I supposed to think about you?”

“You don’t- have to think anything.”

“I think you’ve misunderstood a core part of me,” Sabo says, and he means to say it with a snort, or maybe a sneer, but instead he just sounds sad. Sad because maybe it’s true, that Marco will never understand him, with all the lies Sabo tells? Or just sad because he can’t stop thinking, can’t get his brain to shut up, can’t stop planning contingencies for how he’ll fuck up before he’s even taken a chance.

He leans away from Marco’s hand, a chill sinking into his cheek quickly, but it’s easier than having to look at Marco’s face. “Hold my hand,” he orders, fingertips stretched backward and refusing to wait. “I’ll forget about it tomorrow, anyway.”

#HUH I forgot I never posted this #I love this au......sabo's an IDIOT #marsab #nari is writing #opfanfic #not to me / not if it's you #they're spies!!!!! they've been asked to work together to find an M16 spy #Marco works for M16 and Sabo technically works for. someone else. idk. CIA. for funsies. And thinks Marco is the traitor #except not really ;3c

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rebelband · 1 year

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cks was making a cameo in my dream and then my alarm woke me up, so. well. okay.

#[art]#[2023]#cks #specifically it was just two still images of them but it was at the very end #had my silly outfit and all its piercings... plus ones I never gave them before? odd.#so I wanted to entertain the ''actors au'' idea but in all honesty they wouldn't make it much beyond a bonus background actor or dancer #(for musicals); they'd forget their lines so often it'd just be a hassle #usually casted as goons/minions/characters that follow someone of authority/in power #height helps; unintentional intimidation factor at times...#pretty unknown! like the rest. except cpn who's well-known for his looks (and acting to back it up)#something something... gestures. a scientist and their creation made of parts and through illegal means #of which someone (swt) is chasing said suspects down except it's hard to exactly realize [cks] is the creation in question at first #so it has that internal conflict as the film goes on of like. ough. aren't they [human] at this point? and ough. illegally made. but ough.#didn't ask to be made. trope of -> creation will not mind if it has to be dismantled and its creator would go through hell to Not let that #happen out of love and. anyways I'm not going to explain the synopsis of the actual plot they play (was kept kind of unknown due to failed #marketing) but i do think they should get to know each other behind the scenes #and something etcetera any homoerotic or romantic scenes they play together Stop being just acting but Oh g-d they cannot confess that.#they're just work colleagues...!! and then there's an ''i love you'' scene and it's all #this is getting too long. bye

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feluka · 2 years

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i didn’t think it was possible to summarize the plot of tales of the abyss in 20 seconds. AND YET

#was anyone going to tell me there's an official tales of the abyss x tales of hearts KINDERGARTEN AU #or was i supposed to find out myself by falling into a youtube rabbit hole and watch this with no context #the full video is so FUCKING FUNNY...... everyone is a kindegartener except Guy??? who is a professor???#asch smirking while everyone is screaming and crying??? the sad music??? luke's shocked youtube reaction thumbnail face when asch calls him #when asch calls him replica*???? guy is a teacher* not professor sorry there's so much to cover #guy taking everyone on a field trip to stop them crying and ASCH DEMANDING EVERYONE HOLD HANDS AND SING A SONG TOGETHER?????????????????????#shfjgjsgefhsgfjesgfjse this is everything #tales of the abyss #luke fon fabre #asch the bloody #should i tag shing and kohaku too. they're kinda there lmao

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wizardnuke · 2 years

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I don't think soulmate aus work for ships that have themes like changing fate/choosing your own path and so I don't think it's super effectual for shadowgast but also I keep thinking about it because. because I like soulmate aus I think they're Neat..

#I don't think much would change is the thing. like if we're working under the 'soulmates name written on your wrist' au for example #I think if caleb introduced himself to essek after the beacon thing then essek wouldn't even blink bc he's having a HELL of a day already #and caleb is famously very good at not talking abt things important to him and he's also had a hell of a day #so. they carry on like they did canonically except. they see the other as connected to themselves in a way they didn't canonically #which I mean. like. they see the other as similar and therefore as a threat. lol #I keep thinking about the layers of ikithon working with essek. bc ikithon would know. is the thing #I think caleb would discover essek being the traitor earlier on. would he do anything about it is the thing #just. the ongoing unspoken knowledge of that and also the canyon of understanding/distrust between them #my point is. truly. I'm not a huge fan of soulmate aus that end on them finding out and living happily ever after #I like ones where they have to decide what it's gonna mean to them #the universe has decided that in some way. ure bound to someone. what are u gonna do about it #essek is like of course this caleb widogast showed up with the beacon I stole of course that's a twist of fate I've been given #and caleb is like oh yes of course essek thelyss is an unchecked and powerful mage who wants knowledge at any cost. of course #of course essek conspired with the man who ruined caleb of course they have to navigate THAT #it's Compelling. essek CAN change fate in a way and he passed those spells on to caleb.#thinking abt them working on that with the knowledge that they're bound together. they wouldn't talk about it until at LEAST eiselcross

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cats-thoughts · 1 year

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55?

>:D

Harder Better Faster Stronger - Daft Punk

OOOOH i can write abt my fucked up murder bots au >:D

cw: implied death, implied abuse, implied body horror, violence (maybe more? its hard to explain the murderbot au aside from its Really Fucked Up)

Work It

The start up flashes across its screen.

Make it

It straightens, rolling its shoulders.

Do it

Its hands flex as the scientist tells it what it will be doing today.

Makes us

Speed test. Wonderful.

Harder

It's metal hooves make a soft thunk as they hit the ground.

Better

It steps up to the track.

Faster

It takes off running when the scientist tells it to.

Stronger

Apparently, it broke its record. Whoops.

Work it harder,

It's released for training. It steps up to the bars and pulls itself up, holding itself there for a minute, just keeping weight off its legs. The metal tugs at where they're attached to flesh and bone, but it's better than the pressure of standing.

Make it better

It swings around the bar, then, holding itself upside-down, tail moving to help balance it. Its spine Hurts. Whatever. It'll be fine. It can't let the others know. They have enough on their shoulders already. It's legs move to fold slightly, against itself. That's better.

Do it Faster,

It lets itself back down to the ground, repeating the motions a few times before moving on. The next hour passes uninterrupted, and the one after. It ignores the pain. It'll go away. Most of the others pain already has. Still, it checks their vitals often, just to make sure. (And slips painkillers into Star's list of meds hon takes, for the migraines.)

Makes us Stronger

It follows the scientists to wherever it's going next. Hand-to-hand combat. Wonderful. The convict it's been placed against stares at it in horror, hands shaking, and it does feel bad, but its him or it, and it has people waiting on it. It makes it quick.

More than ever,

It holds a hand to the forming bruise on it's forearm, following the scientist to its next task. Its knuckles are bruised and bloody, but it ignores that. The next thing is weapons training, and it throws knives to where its told to, hitting the mark each time, screen vision zeroing in and running quick calculations.

Hour after Hour

Finally, it's released for lunch and some free time. It steps into the enrichment room, relaxing as it sees Star with Korin, right where they left them. "Mamma!" Star cheers upon seeing them, running over and hugging them. They wrap their arms around space, the expression on the screen switching to the simplified, playful ones they use around friends. "Hello, Starlight."

Work is Never Over

Korin gives them a look upon seeing their bruised knuckles. They shrug. What can you do about it? But they aren't given long, and are soon brought away again. It squares its shoulders and follows the scientists to the next tests. It has work to do. The more they focus on it, the less they focus on the others. The less they focus on its kids. It ignores that it's the same age as most of them, even younger than a few. What They don't know wont hurt them. Nothing will hurt them. Not under it's watch. And as it taps into the security cameras, taking note of where they are, it smiles beneath its screen. Not under it's watch.

#might post the art I did of this guy- C-18- later #this story is so inherently tragic in a way i cant get into in this format but hopefully i got the point across #basically Kids who nearly died are turned into cyborgs memory wiped and trained to be soldiers/whatevers #and C-18 has decided that it's the protector of the other kids and has slightly self-destructive tendencies because of it #also with lots of references to chronic pain except its from the fact that. they're literally a broken body pieced together with machinery #so thats gonna like. hurt #writewithcat #murderbot au :]#fire buddy :D #hii nix #hope u r well :]

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goldpilot22 · 2 years

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tragedy trio watches madoka magica

#artists on tumblr #original character #alien oc #psii.txt #my art #my ocs #the fifth tragedy #Eno #Fifth #Neri #Rael #don't ask how the other two are alive yet fifth is clearly post-tragedy I don't have an explanation #except that this is an au where everything happened like canon but they still can watch madoka together. somehow #also they're making cosplay plans

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kitticicle · 11 months

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Characterrrrrrrrss! (They need names)

#fantasy #original character #the generic superhero au formula #except its an original work #and i did more worldbuilding than people usually do for superhero au's #these 2 aren't major characters #they're just a part of the worldbuilding #they are siblings #and do a band together #can you call it a band if it's only 2 people?#they're popular and do crane wives and oh hellos genre music #which feels weird #because while i like music made by the crane wives and the oh hellos #they aren't really everyone knows who they are popularity #coin toss: the adventures of some unfortunate souls

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misscrazyfangirl321 · 1 year

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will/clara: x files au

“Let me guess.” She arches a brow at him over the top of the case file. “You think it’s aliens.”

His grin is all boyish charm, half innocent, half smirk. “Not aliens,” he corrects. “Not this time. Shapeshifters.”

Shapeshifters. Well, that’s a new one, but par for the course with her partner. “How do you know they’re not shapeshifting aliens?” She asks, and it’s supposed to be sarcastic, but he actually pauses, brows furrowing, as if he’s considering it. “I mean, if we’re making up stories, we may as well make it a good one. You’re telling the boss, by the way.”

The mention of Chief Magnus does, at least, seem to sober him a little; the woman is a force to be reckoned with, and everyone sees it. “We’ll need to get some evidence first.” His eyes dance, but she has a terrible feeling he’s still mostly serious. “Let’s head back to the crime scene.”

She almost protests, but really, the only other plans she has for the evening involve paperwork and-if she’s lucky-sleep. So she shrugs, rising to her feet and grabbing her coat. “Fine, but you’re driving. I’m taking a nap.”

“Deal.”

There’s a new spark in his eyes now, so full of life; he’s always like that when he thinks the cases might be impossible, like there’s something in him that longs to know truths most are oblivious to.

Sometimes she wonders how he’d react if she turned invisible in front of him.

#will zimmerman #clara griffin #sanctuary #invisibleeye #(bcs he's a profiler and she's invisible)#answered #thanks for the ask!#lattes of love #my fics #my writing #mine #think this will be the last one tonight #also a few things crucial to understand about this au:#1) clara is not conning will. she isn't messing with him or manipulating him or anything.#she genuinely is completely skeptical of all of his 'shapeshifting alien' theories #and is always looking for the rational explanation #nevermind that she's literally the granddaughter of the invisible man and can also turn invisible herself #2) helen is still an immortal. clara doesn't know this.#3) nikola and henry work in the lab together. nikola is still a vampire. henry is still a werewofl.#4) none of these people Know about each other (except helen knows about everyone and nikola knows about helen bcs they're both #members of the 5)#5) nigel does in fact know about ALL of this. he is saying nothing. and enjoying the chaos.

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diejager · 5 months

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how does a (monster AU) phoenix! reader sound? ...I kinda imagine 141 (except price) getting a heart attack when reader takes a bullet and bursts into flames and then a heap of ash, and then (im pulling a harry potter description of pheonix but its ur choice) the most ugly bird or something pokes their head out of the ashes and they're like '...oh'.

I remember watching Fawkes burning and turning to ash before he popped his head out. So adorable.

Ashes Cw: burning, death, rebirth, tell me if I missed any.

Ghost knew when someone was lying, able to sniff out a liar within a mile. Your dimmer smile, shorter laughter and exhaiusted expression, nothing seemed to make your days better than a warm bump of tea once or twice a day to sooth the ache in your bones and the strain in your muscles. He’d approach you with a clear mind, wanting to get to the bottom of your sickness, why you’d occasionally cough, voice weak and breathy until it cracked. You told him you were fine, that it was just the weather affecting you, but he’d seen this kind of sickness before, a cold that sunk into the bones and clogged every sinuses with intent —sick and vulnerable.

He wasn’t alone in this thought, Alejandro and Gaz shared similar doubts, coming forth to Price with their fears rather than sneaking around like he did, but Price had waved them off, telling them that it was a seasonal thing, you got sick from time to time and rose back from it as if death failed to catch you. This did not seem like something simple and mundane, Ghost could see death follow you like it followed him, it was ever present, so much so that Alejandro and Horangi - the two with the weakest nose out of the four - could smell it ooze off you like a dark miasma plaguing your body.

It seemed as if the both of you shared something that the others weren’t privy to, a low whisper in the dark that they failed to catch or the secret you shared through confidentiality higher than even a colonel. The captain knew you before you joined them, forming a tight connection through past trauma and fuck ups. Perhaps that’s why Price seemed almost chipper about your saddening state.

It seemed that Ghost was kept in as much darkness as the rest, the higher ups had kept it hidden from him, from König and from Alejandro who should’ve had the jurisdiction to have access to your documents. Especially after seeing you burst into flames after being shot in the neck by a surviving sniper (Ghost was quick to shoot him down), body gone in a coud of ash and dusted feathers. He panicked, but he wasn’t the only one to rush towards what remained of you. Despite their panicked mumbles and frantic thoughts, Price had reassured them that it was normal, that you were still alive —all they had to do was wait a few seconds for you to reappear.

Appear you did, a small, ashen head, beak the length of a child’s thumb, small ad brittle, big, rounded eyes blinked at them, narrowed in confusion until you called, a tiny croon from a chick’s throat. You shuffled your way through the mess, featherless wings flapping as you hopped towards Price, who quickly met you half way, picking you up with one nimble swoop.

“Look at you,” Price cooed, pressing his thumb to your forehead, feeling the soft, newly grown feathers that glowed white, “About time you burned, yeah?”

“Fuckin’ hell,” it was the only thing he could answer with when his mind was building up these theories, every little thought in his head went to understand what and how you were made. It was as close as Soap’s Steamin’ bloody Jesus or König’s dumbfounded Was.

“Is that why you told us not to worry, Captain?” Gaz’s ability to think clearly in adrenaline-inducing moments was a blessing, able to restrain his unending thoughts to connect two together and conjure up a sentence - a few words, a mumble or a plea - to understand whatever happened to you. “What happened?”

Price let out a deep rumble, a laugh from his belly, deep and amused, a striking contrast to their worried frowns. He handled you softly, petting and pinching at the young feathers growing on you while he turned you around, showing them how Price held you with such careful ease and soothing smile. Ghost doubted that Price didn’t have any prior experience in caring for you, seeing how loving he was with you —like a lover caring for his sickened, or a dragon guarding his treasure, Ghost wasn’t sure which one was right.

“Hunter’s a phoenix, “ he smiled softly, eyes gleaming with too much glee, a silent laugh at their sudden bewilderment, approaching you slowly to admire you themselves. “They burst to flames every three years or so, the last one was around five years ago- long overdue for a reset.”

Soap and Horangi were the first to attempt to touch you, the excited dog and the curious feline, tentatively poking at you with a finger until you pecked it, annoyed by their incessant jabbing. You let out a shrill cry from your throat, small and hilariously fierce for something so small and fragile. You crawled to the ends of Price’s fingers, wings flapping to urge them to pick you up instead of pointing a finger and cooing at you as if you were an exotic animal. You somewhat were —exotic, that is.

“A wee thang, aye, Cap?” Soap awed, cradling you in his palms, you weighted so little, as light as a feather on Gaz’s wing.

“Ugly as a rat too,” Horangi snickered, making light of the situation that had made their hearts stop.

You screeched, shaking your head wildly at him, his shoulders bobbing while you showed how offended you felt by acting out, an angry, little chick putting on a show of aggression and courage. His dark thoughts receded, Ghost’s fears and demons falling back into the depths of his mind when his eyes met your beady ones, round and doe-eyed, your age shining through the innocence of a newly-hatched. It made him wonder how you’d look once your feathers grew out, would you be as majestic as the stories portrayed phoenix did, with your great wings and great strength, feathers bathed in the sun’s warm embrace and tipped with the power of undying flames of power. Phoenixes were seen as symbols of immortality, resurrection —of life and death. Untouchable by death and favoured by life, you would live in a cycle of ashes and flames, embers cracking until it softened to flickers, a soft, gentle flame ready to yield to nature.

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