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butmakeitgayblog · 8 months
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Gonna be thinking about this look for dayssss
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spooksier · 1 month
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I’m a southerner, specifically Appalachia so I’m dying to hear how those scary ass mountains fit into ur American tma au pls 🎤
i will not lie the appalachian warriors are convincing me on appalachian martin (southern hospitality, resourcefulness, a good analogy to the northern/southern british accent discourse since some ppl are dicks about appalachian accents) but for entities….hmmm im thinking hunt….
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startheskelaton · 9 months
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“Small town” vol 1. Part three . Obligation
Chapter one is dooooone
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cure-icy-writes · 1 month
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Okay so. A lot of people have been making cute little dungeon meshi aus where it's modern, but specifically the cast lives in one place. Figured I should maybe share mine?
Anyways. Dungeon Meshi but it's midwestern.
-Senshi, i think, is a regular presence in the church but is the kind of christian that the pastor has beef with. He has an apron with two fish and five loaves of bread on it, and can be found at pretty much every barbecue and church potluck. No one's sure if he's really devoted to jesus or just heard the story of a guy feeding an entire crowd and started showing up to church to feed people. He has caused two married men to have their bisexual awakenings.
-The town they all live in has an extremely high density of restaurants, meaning the only thing to do around there is go out to eat. The gang goes out to eat new places a lot together!
-Izutsumi is a warrior cats kid who was probably bullied for hissing and biting the other kids. The gang recognizes that she's not mean, she's just badly socialized and also seventeen. She lives in a group home, but has been running away less ever since she got promised regular meals.
-Related: Chilchuk is a union guy who is covertly making sure every restaurant they go to is up to code. He keeps shutting down places for not having adequate safety measures for their employees.
-Izutsumi has decided she's going to hang out with Chilchuk sometimes and will stop by his workplace. He's insistent that he's not adopting any more children, but has been teaching her how to budget, how to lie convincingly enough to get a job, and the most ethical places to shoplift from with the fewest risks because she's going to steal things anyways.
-Marcille has never been to a cornfield in her life. She's a Chicago kid, who really misses her deep dish pizza and that really good Italian place, but she's here to study some rare microorganisms.
-Marcille studies a very weird field of medicine that involves looking for medical uses in odd places. She's looking to eliminate class divides in lifespan by trying to find more affordable medicines for diseases that primarily affect the lower class.
-Her father died of asbestos poisoning from working in unsafe conditions when she was a kid, so she's especially alert for it, and gets a little neurotic around flu season.
-Laios and Falin used to go to the creek behind their house all the time to catch crawdads, and sometimes he'll still do it for old time's sake.
-Laios flunked out of college because they couldn't handle his autism rizz. He's going to trade school for the culinary arts, but he keeps trying to cook things he shouldn't.
-Laios checked out the massive dragon books from the library and cried when he found out they weren't real.
-He does furry commissions online, but he's not the best with customer negotiations and keeps wondering how many nipples someone's fursona has. Chilchuk helped him build his profile to appeal to commissioners who like speculative biology.
-Falin watched her brother flunk and went "hm, I think I will not." she's an apprentice at a local gardening shop. You think she's a normal sweet cottagecore kind of girl but then she starts gushing about soil nutrients and sustainability and you realize. Oh. Oh this is the kind of girl who would romanticize being buried under a tree and having it consume her bones.
-Laios wears shirts with anatomically correct dinosaur skeletons on them, but he has to order them online and frequently complains that there are no good clothing shops nearby. Senshi heard him say this, and introduced him to fabric paint.
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call-me-strega · 6 months
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thelastspeecher · 2 months
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Perhaps Stan and Ford have powers involving the beach. Maybe Stan has the power creating sand and turning solid objects into sand and make himself into sand. While Ford can make things solid and make his body more rocky.
​Hmm, I was thinking more along the lines of their powers being related to whatever pollution thing gives them the powers. Like, if it was an oil spill, one of them would get oil-related abilities and appearance. For some reason this particular AU is really bringing out my environmentalist side.
But I don't think it's an oil spill. I don't think those are v common in New Jersey. Unfortunately, my lack of knowledge about New Jersey is once again causing me Issues. Literally the only thing I can think of that might pollute a New Jersey beach is when medical waste washed up on shore in the 80s (the "hypodermics on the shore" mentioned in "We Didn't Start the Fire").
Then again. I could give Stan or Ford a medical-waste related power I suppose lajksdjnkjfnksd
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bluiex · 8 months
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Cowboy Scar and Rich Mumbo. (And rancher/cowboy Grian later on.)
Midwestern cowboy Au. Scar is a Cowboy who travels from town to town, wanted in many places. He owns a ranch with his lover who also travels(a house they go to over the summers and once a week of a month).
But in one grassy and quiet town full of cows he meets Mumbo, he is the son of the mayor of the small town.
The first time they meet is in a grassy field behind Mumbo’s house. A gray cat is in Scar's lap as he notices a tall black-haired man far behind him. Scar ends up waving him over, learning the man’s name and quickly falling in love with him.
Mumbo’s father would never allow him to date or even marry Scar so their relationship is a secret. So Scar stays in the town longer than he should have, but he can't help it. Mumbo is a beautiful man with a wonderful heart and mind. Something he knew Grian would love.
But Scar is a cowboy and has to leave but he promises Mumbo to visit him as much as he can. Kissing his mistress goodbye and setting off to a ranch not too far from the town. Where he meets Grian for the month and tells him about Mumbo.
Scar calling Mumbo his mistress is a dream of mine. Only because Scar likes to tease Mumbo about being rich and Mumbo hates it.
-AAA anon, Sad gay cowboys have been on my mind. Like Jimmy and Scar, I have an idea for them.
OOOOH COWBOY AU
Fuck yea- I love that Scar calls Mumbo mistress so much
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emissary-of-the-moon · 7 months
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Back on my bs of modern au headcanons
Twilight would bring Warriors and Legend out into a cornfield to have a bonfire and drink
Its there little bro hangout time where they share secrets aka i feel like all three of them just lose a filter with alcohol cause "not like we'll remember much of it anyways" (Legend doesn't ever actually drink enough to not remember what happened plus Wars has the least tolerance out of the three)
+ Ilia has had to bring Twi and Wars home from Telma's bar after work on occasion cause they got a little too shit-faced
++ Wars would only agree to it if he knew Wind wasn't going to show up at his house
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Dean Winchester x Ellie Spencer + Midwestern Gothic Aesthetic
You could almost see other dimensions. There's only one day at a time here, then it's tonight and then tomorrow will be today again. Chronic melancholia hanging from the trees. You never get tired of it. After a while you start to feel like a ghost from one of the tombs, like you're in a wax museum below crimson clouds. Spirit empire. Wealthy empire. He scouted around and left, said that here the devil is damned, just like everybody else, only worse. The devil comes here and sighs. Exquisite, old-fashioned. A great place to live vicariously. Nothing makes any difference and you never feel hurt, a great place to really hit on things. Somebody puts something in front of you here and you might as well drink it. Great place to be intimate or do nothing.
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thecoffeelorian · 3 months
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Written For: The Werewolf/Supernatural AU; idea created by @ytptennis at this link.
🐾 dorothy lyon, aka "dot", looks, speaks, and behaves like the average suburban housewife: kinda popular at PTA meetings; supportive of her husband and daughter; and is pretty much a whiz in the kitchen.
🐾 this, unknown to nearly everyone, is the face she shows in public...because in private, things are very, very different.
🐾 for starters, there's that curious ring of wolfsbane flowers planted carefully around her house...almost like a fence, wall, or anything else meant to keep hungry beasts out.
🐾 second, there's a telltale series of scars upon her upper back, almost like something bit her one night, and it hasn't exactly healed like it's supposed to.
🐾 and third, she goes to a special room in the basement at around the same time there's a full moon, her orders being that it stay locked until the next sunrise, and that neither wayne nor scotty come back down there until then.
🐾 on one of these mornings, dot has the misfortune to notice several sets of paw prints wandering around the ring of wolfsbane. some seem to have paced back and forth; a few look like they tried scratching their way through; but almost all of them didn't make it.
🐾 all but one.
🐾 that lone set managed to make it straight to the front steps of her house...but strangely, there are no further prints, or tracks, or any other signs of the owner to be seen anywhere.
🐾 the one who made them has, curiously enough, just vanished.
no pressure tags: @gggoldfinch @shiversdownyerspine @ahsfan23 @gotmunched @bjorntobemild
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nerosdayinanime · 5 months
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lmao 3 of my top 5 spotify songs are from sabigiyuu brainrot moments- top song is Different State Of Mind(Kid Bloom), other sbgy songs are Amber(311) & Alrighty Aphrodite(Peach Pit)
feel free to send a number 1-100 here or @nerosdayinhell and ill share the corresponding song<3
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butmakeitgayblog · 8 months
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How did corn midwestern au Clexa make up? Get our babes back on track 🥹
For everyone else who reminded me, thank you loves 💕 cuz ya know ya girl forgets every damn thing
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Storming out of her own front door felt like the stupidest thing she'd ever done once she gotten about a third of the way down the block and realized... wait. That's my fuckin house. Not hers.
But... that wasn't really true. Not entirely. Not when she really made herself stop and think about it. Because so much about everything there in that house had Lexa intrinsically tied up in it. The front walkway lined with azaleas and the lilac bush trimmed neatly up near the porch. The fresh coat of paint that made her door and windows pop, and the funky collection of wind chimes that decorate the awning. Lexa had planted every scrap of green, hung every piece of artwork just-so, had done more little projects around the house with her own two hands than Clarke could even begin to count.
She had, without Clarke really bothering to notice before that moment, turned Clarke's house into a home.
Their home.
A place that felt entirely like sanctuary.
And that's the thought that cuts through the fog of her anger when she turns to corner at the end of the block.
Lexa had been clear in her intentions if Clarke really stopped and thought about it. Which she hadn't before, which just makes her feel like even more of an idiot. Because this was Lexa. Who doesn't do things by halves. She goes all in on everything and pours her heart into her work, and doesn't ever really ask for anything in return. This is Lexa, who loves in action instead of the empty shells of words. And it's not hard to see what she'd been saying all along, while Clarke hadn't even been listening.
Her loop around the block is broken up by waves from front lawns and the occasional car horn honk. Not the blaring aggressive kind she associates with her childhood city, but in tiny beep-beeps here and there just to get her attention long enough to look up, capped with a friendly wag of fingers as one town folk or another that she now knows on a first name basis trundled their way by.
She sidesteps stretches of chalk covered pavement and stops whenever a little barefoot kid or two grab at her hands and drag her closer to explain the brilliance of their colorful sidewalk creation. She politely turns down offers of lemonade from porch swings and smiles at kids riding bikes that yelling out calls of, "Heya, Dr. Clarke!"
She rounds the last corner of her block. Passes the clinic next to her house where she treats all these people, fixes their boo boos, stuffy noses, and chronic headaches. Remembers the months it'd taken to get so many of them to trust her with their care, and remembers the stories of what they'd gone through before she'd gotten there. She runs her fingers along the sign that bears her name in bright blue lettering, the one Lexa had painted herself Clarke's second week in town in the blazing sun in a baseball cap and an old ratty shirt. "Ya gotta have a new sign, Doc," she'd smirked when Clarke had come out on her lunch break and asked what exactly it was she was doing. "Otherwise people might just walk on by, and that'd be a travesty. Besides... This color matches your eyes."
Slinking back through the house feels entirely too much like a walk of shame, but she supposes she's done just about enough to deserve it. And finding Lexa splayed out face-down in their bed is a welcome sight, despite everything.
Her murmured 'I'm sorry' from the doorway is enough to have Lexa flipping over because, even mad, Lexa would never ignore her. Except Lexa doesn't look mad. She looks guarded and brokenhearted, and fuck, that's so much worse.
"I can be stupid sometimes," is Clarke's attempt at opening the discussion, gently hushing Lexa's knee-jerk need to tell her she's not. Instead, Clarke makes her way over to the bed and guides Lexa to lay in her back, straddling her hips and pulling Lexa's hands into her own. Because she's kind of run the gambit on emotions in the last 45 minutes, and if they're gonna have this kind of conversation, she wants it to feel intimate.
So she explains that she can be stupid. And very narrow-sighted. She can put blinders on to the world around her when she gets goals stuck in her head, and she'll work to move heaven and earth just to achieve them. She can be someone who is obtuse about certain things, who doesn't always take the time to see the bigger picture right in front of her, especially if it doesn't immediately fit into what she had planned.
But the thing is... everything she had dreamed about before, she already right here in this town. It just happened to come in a very unexpected package. The truth is, she does understand what Lexa feels toward these people. She understands that sense of community Lexa has here, that drive to watch out for these people and take care of them. Because when she finally stops and takes a look around herself, she feels it too. She cares about them, all of them, just the same as Lexa does. She was just too focused on plans that don't even really seem to matter anymore to let herself see it. Yes there's things here she hates about this place, but that's true about anywhere she's go.
These people rely on her too. They count on her and care about her. They've taken her in as one of thejr own. In all these months she'd failed so badly to pay attention to fact that they considered her one of them.
They were her people now.
That very much included Lexa, too.
And more than that, she understands where Lexa's coming from when she sets aside all of her own bullshit and sees where this beautiful doofus is coming from. Lexa is nothing if not an honorable woman who stands up for her responsibilities. For the people she loves.
And her loyalty? "Baby, that's such a big part part of why I love you. Even when it's difficult sometimes... I don't ever want to change that about you."
That's only the second time in their relationship that Clarke sees her girlfriend cry (even if it's little more than a sheen of tears over her lashes.) But she knows Lexa understands what she's saying when she sits up and kisses her like she's got something to prove, feeling the arms on her waist wrap so tightly it nearly hurts because Lexa just wants her that much closer. Her mumbled whispers of, "I love you. Thank you. I'm going to make you so happy here, I promise. You'll see," between kisses make Lexa taste just that much sweeter, despite it all making Clarke laugh because it really is entirely unnecessary.
There's a lot more conversations to be had, apologies to be made and finer details to work out. But in that moment, all that matters is letting themselves feel one another. Getting lost in mending trust and understanding between them that never even needed to broken. Making love like they have all the time in the world until their both sweaty and spent. That night they stay up till sunrise, talking and laying down plans with stretched out gloriously naked in bed, because the first order of business is deciding exactly when Lexa should officially move in.
Because this is their house. Their home. And if they're gonna make a real go of making a life together in it, they might as well go on and get started now since that they both know neither one of them is going anywhere...
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glitterslag · 2 years
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GOD the fanfics I am gonna write when spooky season comes around
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moreaugriffins · 8 months
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Part of me so badly wants to write a War of the Worlds AU with Trent as the journalist (of course) searching for his wife and child, trying to survive, and bumping into Ted (who of course travelled to England for business and to give his wife space, but worried about the distance with his son) who had the terrible misfortune of being in England during the start of the invasion, trying to contact his wife and child-
But another part of me just doesn't want to write at all and wants to stubbornly wait for some other (unfortunate) soul to write it so i can just read and enjoy it
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queer-in-a-cornfield · 8 months
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Accidentally gave toddler Mikey a midwestern accent
You can take the man out of the cornfield, but you can’t take the cornfield out of the man 💀
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tomwambsgays · 2 years
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bigfoot is real and he tried to eat my ass but make it tomgreg
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