#my favourite is putting danny in gravity falls
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Top Gun: Fenton - Chpt 1 (Teaser)
Bout time I put this one out here. Will be up on Ao3 in the next 2 weeks!
The thing about plummeting 20,000ft through the air in the middle of the night – if you realise it's a bad idea halfway down, it's already too late.
“Holy sh*t!”
Admittedly, not one of Danny’s favourite ways to wake up.
He could barely right himself as he plummeted through the dark sky in a mess of flailing limbs and flapping NASA pyjama pants. Obviously not his best look, but it wasn’t like he was prepared to wake up falling out of the sky. In fact, it wasn’t something he’d ever had to actually deal with considering he tended to defy gravity majority of the time anyway.
Convenient, when it works, he thought saltily, still trying and failing to trigger any reciprocation from his core. Since when was he having power malfunctions? It was like he was fourteen all over again, turning his pants intangible in the school hallway. Puberty, ew.
Danny’s lanky body flipped and folded uncontrollably like a sheet in the wind, while compressed air screamed past his ears and pulled at the skin of his face, drying out his mouth and grabbing at his eyelids painfully. How could anyone do this for fun, ever?
Honestly, he’d pretty much accepted at this point that whatever was going on, this wasn't his fault. The last thing he remembered was falling into bed next to Sam post online doom sesh with Tucker and completely checking out of the world of consciousness – because yes he could do that now, three cheers for retirement! So, unless he could somehow teleport in his sleep, this was completely out of his control. Which was unsettling, but at least it was some comfort that he could blame someone else for once.
A chill nipped at his arms as he plunged through more cloud cover, only this time, instead of more dark and gloom, he broke through to come face to face with perhaps the most menacing skyline he’d ever seen.
Brutal skyscrapers stood like gods, towering over a city swathed in smog and pollution. Plumes of smoke drifted skywards, drifting past keeling cranes and breathing onto low flying aircraft weaving dangerously between high rises.
Oh he was so not in Washington anymore.
His eyes followed smatterings of dim light that illuminated bustling roads and jagged bridges, stooping down into a shadowy harbour, dotted with resting ships bobbing in dark water. The very same water which loomed ominously below him. Danny’s eyes widened as the still, murky harbour water rushed at him, and he tried uselessly to grasp any part of his half dead self. Head-on collision in ten, nine, eight….
He managed to swivel feet first, throwing his legs out like a spring to displace the water. Not that it helped. It was like hitting fucking concrete. His legs cracked sickeningly on impact and the icy harbour water engulfed him.
As he sunk down, a horrible scenario flashed through his mind; his body filled with water, sinking to the bottom of this strange harbour in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere, never to be found again. His only memory; a segment on buzzfeed unsolved.
Naturally, Danny panicked. He floundered on the surface, splashing around with only arms to keep him afloat and the dreaded possibility that he’d just broken both legs. He sucked in salty water through his nose, and choked it down his throat as the dead-weight of his legs dragged him under.
Sam, the house and the $20 in my wallet are yours. The console goes to Tucker – but I’ll never forgive you if you don’t put him through the blazing trials of hell to earn it.
Miraculously, it was then that he felt that familiar weightlessness settle over him, and without a second thought, he launched himself skyward blindly – just far enough to miss the rest of the harbour and crash ragdoll style onto the wooden jetty.
Rolling to a stop on his back, Danny groaned, chest heaving for oxygen he didn't need. His legs were on fire, but at least that was better than numb – c’mon freaky ghost powers do your thing already. All he wanted was to lie there and pass out. But that would just be too convenient.
The red and blue lights of justice flashed against the white undersides of the expensive moored boats lining the jetting, and the squeal of rubber tires on tarmac had Danny cursing under his breath. Too fucking perfect.
Car doors slammed, two of them, and the hurried thumping of boots on the flimsy wooden jetty vibrated against his back. Closest he’d get to a massage probably.
“Hey!”
Danny sighed and closed his eyes, so it begins.
The first cop was by his side in seconds, sliding to his knees at Danny’s shoulder. “Please, please don't be dead,” The guy mumbled to himself, clearly young by the tone, fiddling with his utility belt for what Danny could only guess was a pair of gloves. “Not another one. Not more paperwork.”
“Your lucky day” Danny wheezed out a laugh, forcing his eyes back open enough to give the poor traumatised dude some clarity. “Still kicking.”
“Crap!” The cop startled, falling back on his heels, probably having already convinced himself that Danny was dead. He couldn't blame the guy, good intuition. “You scared the socks off me dude!” He put a hand to his chest, “But thank god for that.”
“Ha.” Danny exhaled exhaustedly. The Officers silver name badge read ‘Det. Grayson’, but his face was young, a year or two older than Danny, he guessed, somewhere around twenty three or four – definitely too young to be a detective. Black hair peaked out from underneath Detective Graysons cap, hanging above blue eyes eerily similar to his own. They roved over Danny’s beaten face and body with the same critical gaze Jazz had been giving him for years. Oh yeah, oldest sibling for sure – out in the wild.
The assessment halted at his legs, “God, your…”
The second cop, Graysons partner, sidled up then, measly first aid kit in one hand and a flashlight in the other. He was an older man, stubby, with a crooked moustache, wide face and a badge that read ‘Const. Marshall’. “What’ve we got Grayson? Another body – holy christ!”
Constable Marshall staggered a few steps, when his flashlight illuminated Danny’s tattered legs. “Oh hell no. That’s bone! I see bone!”
“Marshall!” Grayson scolded in a harsh whisper, ripping away the first aid kit.
Danny cringed. So much for being calm in front of a patient. His legs must be pretty gruesome then. It wasn’t worrying, not when he could already feel the burning sensation of his ectoplasm trying to cinch them back together. Except, that was just the problem.
He gritted his teeth. Please stop healing.
“Sorry about him,” Grayson mumbled, calmly reaching into the first aid kit for some intense looking bandages, “I’m Detective Grayson, and that’s Constable Marshall. We’re with Bluhaven PD, but we’re working with Gotham City at the moment. What’s your name?”
Danny’s stomach dropped. “We’re in Gotham?”
“Gotham harbour specifically.” Detective Graysons brow furrowed. “Did you hit your head at all?”
“No–I, um…” What in the hell was going on? “– sorry, I’m Danny.”
The Detective's eyes were wary, but he hid it well with an awkward smile. “Well it’s nice to meet you Danny. Although, not the best circumstances, I’m sure.”
Danny chuckled breathily, mind spinning. “Tell me about it.”
“What in the hell happened?” Constable Marshall asked, white as a sheet and looking all the more like he was about to regurgitate his dinner into the harbour. “I’m calling an ambulance.”
Danny’s heart jumped to his throat. “Oh no really – you don't have to, I’m fine, I’ll just–”
“No time. We’ll take him with us” Grayson interrupted, tying off bandages around Danny’s legs to stem the bleeding. “Marshall, help me get him up”
Danny let out a very manly whine as both men gripped him under the arms and carefully lifted his battered body to a standing position. His vision spun, and he wobbled dangerously, because obviously standing on two broken legs wasn’t going to provide much stability. The younger of the two cops was quick to duck under his shoulders and lift the weight off, whilst the Constable on the other side took a second longer to follow his example. So much for seniority.
“Danny, how are you going buddy? You with us?” Grayson asked, the epitome of calm, but Danny really couldn't give him an answer right now. He continued, “We’re going to get you over to the car okay? And then we’ll go straight to the hospital.”
“No hospitals.” Danny moaned amidst spinning vision and pounding head.
“Yeah, I’m afraid you don’t really have a choice my dude, sorry.” Grayson smirked. “Nice pants by the way. NASA, very spacey"
Danny died a little more.
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Whoop! Bit vague, but all the more fun to come!
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someone fight me not to draw the range of danny phantom crossovers i want to exist
#shut up danni#i fucking love the series and im usually a big no on crossovers#BUT DANNY IS PERFECT FOR THEM#like he'll fit in great with so many different universes#my favourite is putting danny in gravity falls#he and dipper would be bffs#i also like seeing supernatural crossovers but only if its not dean and sam vs danny bc thats just b a d#and then i feel like he'd work SO WELL in the ml universe alongside lb and cn#and danny in the mha universe would be so powerful and amazing#but basically i love him hanging out with those guys and i would write a fic but thats four different series....#half of them i havent actually written from before#SO fighting me to not draw them's the second best thing#or encourage me if ya agree
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Gravity Falls/LIS2 AU
The last place Sean wants to spend his Summer is in a weird town in the middle of no where, Oregon, reconnecting with a Mother who hadn’t wanted to see them in years in her weird tourist trap. But Daniel is determined to go and his Dad gives Sean little choice but to babysit him.
But soon it becomes clear there is more to Beaver Creek than meets the eye and the strangeness of the town soon unlocks some family secrets and strange abilities. Maybe their Summer won’t be so boring after all.
AO3
“Lyla, I will die of boredom.”
“It can’t be that bad,” she replied, her voice a little tinny still. The bad reception was just one of many reasons that Sean was having an awful time. (In the week and a half since they had arrived, he’d already made a list.)
“Nope, it is exactly as bad as I’m saying.”
“I mean, come on, you’re Mom’s there. What’s that like that?”
Sean scowled. “Number one on reasons this place sucks. All she talks to us about is all this weird mystic stuff she likes. Her store is so weird, it’s all crystals and bad poetry.”
Lyla snorted. “Really?”
“Yep. Not to mention this is the whitest town ever.” He glanced out the window, where Karen was smoking, notebook in hand and ducked his head before she could spot him. “There are no cool people.”
“Come on, you have Danny.”
“I get enough babysitting at home thanks.” He glanced outside again, wondering exactly how long he could bitch on the phone for and call it a break. “Anyway, this place is just making Daniel weirder. He’s convinced this place is magic or something.”
“That’s sweet. Hey, we used to play witches when we were kids, remember?”
“Hey, you were the witch, I was a manly wizard.”
That time Lyla actually laughed. “Sure dude. I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“Anyway, we were into the Harry Potter books, you know before terf-face ruined them. Daniel is into the ancient runes and fake spell cards Mo- Karen sells.”
“That’s adorable.”
“Ugh, only you could find him adorable. That’s only because Daniel doesn’t kick you in your sleep-”
“Did Lyla call me adorable?”
Sean sighed as Daniel barged in. Not much had changed since home tehre at least, apart from the fact they now shared Karen’s attic room. (Bunk beds, making the being kicked in the shin at night thing even more annoying.)
“Hey, I’m kinda on the-”
Daniel yanked the phone and rolled on the bed. “Hiiiiii Lyla. Do you miss us?”
“Give me that back.”
He wiggled out of his grap. “Did you know Sean talks in his sleep, it’s so weird-”
“You would know about weird,” he grumbled, snatching his phone back, only to find the shitty signal had finally cut out on Lyla. “Dude.”
“Sorry.” Daniel grinned at him. “Hey, I’m helping Mom restock, can you help me reach the top shelves?”
He checked the time on his phone. He had almost managed a whole brother-free hour.
“Guess I should I get back to work.”
“Cool.” Daniel followed him downstairs, bouncing with energy. “Hey, Sean what does terf-face mean?”
Sean was stuck behind the register, although the store was still empty. He wasn’t sure why Karen insisted on such early opening hours when no one else showed up.
He rubbed his eyes, the early start not helped by the fact Daniel had been reading with a torch all night. He had picked up a weird book from the store or something. Of course he would pick up a late night reading habit once they were sharing a room.
“I brought you guys some toast.” Karen balanced the plate on the top of some unsold art books. (Her organization was as great as her parenting.)
“Thanks Mom!”
Sean poked at a black spot under a thick layer of peanut butter. “Yeah, thanks.”
“I gotta do some inventory but I’ll be back up for lunch.”
“Can we go to the cool diner? Chris says the milkshakes are great.”
Karen smiled. “Yeah. Does that sound good Sean?”
He grunted in response and her grin flickered.
“Right, work. You boys got this.”
“We’re not your boys,” Sean muttered, although she didn’t hear.
“Why are you so mean to Mom?” Daniel asked, his mouth full of toast. “She’s always nice.”
“Right, she’s been real nice the first nine years of your life.”
Daniel looked up at him with big eyes. “Sean…”
“Fine, I’ll try. Put those eyes away Bambi.”
He smiled. “So, I was thinking the strawberry milkshakes are Chris’ favourite but I like chocolate more so you could get one and we could share?”
“Huh, yeah, sure.” Sean had only been half listening, distracted by the newest customer. Waking up early suddenly had its appeal. The girl had matted purple hair, an arm full of tattoos and a guitar strapped to her back. She caught him looking and winked.
“Are you okay Sean? You just went really red and-”
“What? No. Shut up.” Sean moved into a more casual position, his eyes still fixed on the pretty girl. His elbow knocked the tip jar and it fell off the edge. “Shit-”
“Here.” Daniel put it back. “Woah…”
“Good catch Enano.”
“Yeah. Catch! I totally caught it.” Daniel smiled a little suspiciously. “Hey, you said a swear, you owe me a dollar.”
“A dollar? It’s only a quarter at home.”
“Now we’re away from Dad, you’re supposed to be a good influence.”
“You get a quarter.” Sean dropped the coin in his hand. “Be cool.”
“What?”
“Hey boys.” The purple-haired girl leaned against the other end of the counter, an easy smile on her face. Her voice had a faint Southern tang. “So, I come to this town every Summer and I don’t recognise either of you cuties.”
“I- we- um-”
His brother beat him to it. “I’m Daniel.”
Cursing his stammering, he finally managed to introduce himself. “I’m Sean.”
“Why hello. I’m Cassidy.”
“Hi. Um, cool guitar. You play?” (Internally, Sean cringed: You play? Why else would she have a guitar?)
“Yeah, funnily enough. I’m actually here to hand out flyers for my band’s show. Could you hang it up?”
“Yeah.” Sean took the flyer. “Your show is this Friday?”
“And every other Friday. You wanna come?”
“I’m invited?”
Cassidy laughed. “Yeah sure. It is a concert. You’re lucky you’re cute, City Boy.”
“City boy?”
“It’s on your sweatshirt idiot,” Daniel whispered. Seattle Track Meet, 2015. He was frowning in the general direction of Cassidy. “We’re busy Friday so-”
“No. Nope, I’m not busy. Ignore him.” Sean flattened his hair. “I’ll be there Friday.”
“I’ll look out for you City Boy. Nice to meet you.”
Sean waited until Cassidy had left before pumping his fist. “Yes! She called me cute Dan!”
“You’re the worst.”
“What?”
Daniel pouted. “You promised you’d take me camping in the woods Friday. I already brought us marshmallows and walkie-talkies.”
“Hey, there is plenty of time to camp in those freaky woods. But I only have one chance with a girl like Cassidy.”
“Wrong, you have zero chances with any girl.” Daniel stomped off to the corner of the store. “You’re the worst.”
“Dan- come on.” His brother went back to ignoring him. Sean crossed his arms. “Fine. Be like that!”
There was the only sound of a raspberry in response.
“Nope, I’m totally with Danny. That was a jerk move.”
“What? Lyla, you’re supposed to be my hype man- er woman. You’re always trying to set me up on dates.”
“Dude, three weeks ago you were so into Jenn.”
He sighed. “And Jenn was into Derek Anderson. We had ice cream and everything.”
“Dude, don’t fuck up your relationship with Danny over a dumb Summer romance.”
Sean buried his head in his pillow. “You sound like my Dad.”
“Go to this hippy girl’s show next time. You Danny will do the face.”
“The Bambi face?” Sean groaned. “I have been facing the Bambi face all week.”
Lyla scoffed. “Is there anything else to add?”
“Fine. I’ll go camping. But only for the s’mores.”
“Okay, brother of the year.”
“Thanks jerk.”
Lyla blew him an exaggerated kiss. “Aw, love you too.”
Sean grabbed his backpack, moving to shove in his hoodie and torch. Daniel had already shoved one of the walkie-talkies inside.
“Calling little wolf, we are back on for camping.”
There was nothing but static on the other end. Sean pocketed the walkie-talkie and headed downstairs, calling his brother’s name. There was no one in the kitchen and only Karen sitting in the living room, chewing on the edge of a pen.
“Hey, have you seen Daniel?”
Karen looked up. “Oh, I thought you already left? Daniel passed by twenty minutes ago with the sleeping bags.”
“That little-” Sean wasn’t panicking, but he was maybe sweating a little more than he had been before. “Um, right. I just forget a…” he scanned the room and grabbed Daniel’s weird book, “scary story. Classic camping right?”
“Oh. Have a nice time then.” Karen hesitated. “I know you’re not thrilled to be here. But I hope by the end of the Summer we can understand each other better.
“Me too.” Sean tried to look as un-guilty as possible. “See you tomorrow Karen.”
“Daniel!” He yelled, running head first into the spooky mass of woodlands beyond their store. “Dan, I’m sorry okay. Quit hiding!”
No answer. Sean went digging for the walkie-talkie, now glowing an eerie blue.
“Dan?”
The walkie-talkie crackled again- “Sean?”
“Dan.” He let out a shaky breath. “Hey, I’m sorry I ditched you-”
“Sean, help!”
He was clutching the walkie-talkie so hard his knuckles went white. “What’s wrong? I’m coming okay. What’s happening?”
“Creature- help- monster- ahh!”
Sean scanned the trees around him, suddenly aware he was lost too. Daniel had been the one eager to explore the woods but he had said it was too creepy and now it seemed he was being proven right.
“Sean- book- monster-”
He dug around to find the weird book Daniel had been carrying around all week. He had assumed it was from one of Karen’s displays but now he was looking at it, the journal seemed too real to go with the modern witchcraft bullshit she was trying to sell. The cover was dark blue and the pages thick with drawings and polaroids.
“Dan, I have the book, what do I need to look for? What is this thing?”
“Page- tree- monster-” Daniel was breathing heavily. “Hear?”
“I can hear you,” he said comfortingly, “I’m coming.”
He held the torch in his teeth, flicking through pages until he came across a few marked with Daniel’s doodles and writing. He seemed to be studying telekinetic powers, complete with a superhero sketch: SUPER /DUDE DAN/ WOLF? ask Sean for name ideas
He finally came across the page that looked like a bush drawn with yellow eyes.
Dangerous
camouflage shape shifters
Hard to photograph shush ma-
Likes dark
Under the original writing Daniel had added his own note: babies in woods.
“Hey,” Sean held up the walkie-talkie, “is it these moss creatures? What well?”
“Sean!” This time Daniel’s voice was clearer, his voice steadier.
“Dan. What happened? Please tell me you had a good reason to go into the woods alone without telling me or Karen.”
“Come on, that’s it? Can you yell at me when I’m not being chased?”
“Okay. I’m coming, where are you?”
“Where are you?”
“By some trees. There’s a sign for a lake?”
“Go to the lake, I’ll meet you there.” Daniel was cut off by some more static. “Hey, stop chewing that Mushroom!”
Sean followed the signs, hoping Daniel at least would know a way out. How did he know the woods so well already? Was Sean that much of a shitty brother he hadn’t noticed him running off into these haunted-ass woods?
The lake slowly came into the view but it was empty.
“Daniel? Dan?”
The lake was weirdly normal, just muddy water and a few droopy looking frogs. Still, Sean was still on edge, swinging the heavy torch from hand to hand. The faster they got home, the better.
His relative peace was interrupted by the rustling of tree branches and heavy footsteps. Daniel came barging through the trees, a small bundle of something wrapped in his checked shirt. Something was chasing him and fast- Sean barely had time to move out the way as Daniel crashed into him. Something big and fast ran past.
“Sean!” Daniel threw himself into his arms. “I’m sorry, don’t yell at me.”
“I’m not mad. But you did scare the shit out of me.”
“Sean-”
“Fine, you get a dollar, let’s just go-”
“No, look.”
Sean turned slowly, met with amber eyes and a large face of bark and weeds. The creature sniffed at him curiously.
“Um-”
Daniel hid behind him. “Any ideas?”
“You have the stupid haunted book!” The creature snorted, blowing hot air in his face. “Wait, the book said-” Sean slowly moved for his pocket, finding Dad’s lighter.
“Dan, on three, we run.”
“One-” he reached for a branch, “two-” he flicked the lighter on, “three!” Sean held the flaming branch up the creature’s face, dragging Daniel out the way as it squirmed. “What, the light should have scared it off.”
“Remember when you said you weren’t going to get mad?”
Sean turned to him, as Daniel revealed the squirming mass of moss in his arms.
“You stole it’s kid?”
“I always wanted a puppy! She’s called Mushroom-”
Seeing it’s child, the larger creature started inching slowly towards Daniel.
“Put it down! We can’t keep this weird monster-baby!”
“We bonded!” The larger creature nudged its nose towards the smaller one, poking his chest with a spikey horn. “Okay, I’ll give her back.”
Daniel held out his arms, placing the small creature on the floor. It wiggled a loose vine that could almost be a tail and followed its parents into the woods.
Sean punched him in the arm. “That’s for trying to adopt an actual monster.”
Daniel rubbed his arm. “Ouch.”
Sean pulled him into a hug. “And that’s for scaring the shit out of me. I’m glad you’re okay though.”
“Me too.” Daniel smiled. “Hey, now you owe me two dollars!”
After all the excitement, the brothers’ settled on camping in Karen’s yard.
“So, you found that spooky book in a tree and didn’t think to tell me?”
“You were being the worst!”
Sean laughed. “Okay, I deserve that. But, next time you find a weird monster thing, tell me. We’re in this together.”
“Okay promise.” Daniel threw another marshmallow at him. “Sorry I made you miss your concert. I guess Cassidy wasn’t that bad.”
“Hey, I saved your butt, that’s more important.” Sean took a bite out a s’more. “Hey, there isn’t anything else you’re not telling me right?”
“Actually,” Daniel held out his hand, a marshmallow hoovering a few inches above his palm. “Surprise?”
(A boring Summer suddenly looked so much more appealing.)
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5, 14, and 19 for the fic asks ~~
thank!!! :D
5: what category of fics do you read the most? (angst, fluff, etc)
....GOD I mean like...hm according to ao3 like fluff is the most, and then comes angst (with hurt/comfort)
I wanna have a good ass time. Give me mutual pining/slowburn and I will just fuckin die HAHAHA
14: what’s your favourite AU setting?
heck if I know HAHAHAHA shit hmmm I think...if it involves ghosts or magic I’m just like “OH HELLO” because like tbh I don’t go hunting for aus XD It ain’t my style lolololol
I have seen some good af au fics and have been uuuuh part in making some...honestly it just depends? On whatever the fuck I’m in the mood for. ALSO it super depends on what fandom I’m reading for because honest to god I’m a clusterfuck of fandoms XD
A Handful of Examples:
Lesbians in Space by panconkiwi (bud i’d tag you but tumblr is rude since you changed your url)- sci-fi au for TAZ: Balance. Team Sweetflips slowburn goodness where Carey meets Killian and they planet hop and is like...loosely based off of the Here There Be Gerblins arc (duck planet is my fav planet)
i will buy the flowershop by weatheredlaw - restaurant au and all that jazz for TAZ: Balance. I love aus where like... Julia is ALIVE and Magnus and her are just...a fuckin cute couple and doing lots of cute domestic shit and like its bonus that it has the rest of the taz balance crew like added in here with their own lil stories? Its just ugh goddamn breath of fresh air. It’s been a few years but istg it made me cry HAHA
Salvation is a Last Minute Business by @potatocrab - noir au for Fallout 4. Its just a treasure trove of like...nuggets from the game while also being its own beautiful thing. Murder mystery, espionage, and GODDAMN IT I need to like just sit down and binge it one of these days haha
Insert Something Shakespearian Here by katrinajg - deacon is lone wanderer au and yes also Fallout 4 (with added bonus of Fallout 3 mentioned things) heck. Another uh fic I just...put on the back burner despite getting DEEP into it lasdhfds It has brought me SOOOOOO much joy and like fuck dude I accidentally like...overly excited myself to the point that I uuuh stayed up overnight cause my adrenaline with the shit going down in the fic kept me up OOPS (this...is the main reason why i had to put it on the back burner LOL)
Down the Rabbithole by Lynse - college au... its ALSO a crossover fic because actually I’m a huge fuckin SUCKER for that. Over the Garden Wall, Gravity Falls, Danny Phantom, and Troll Hunter. Basically Wirt meets Jazz, Wendy, and Toby who all have their own weird secrets and Wirt’s in denial about the Unknown.
So. I don’t have a set like...”favorite” setting au wise since these are all like GEMS and very fuckin different from each other. What can I say? I like character interaction *nods*
19: undercover au or college au?
Ok so DEFINITELY undercover, cause hot damn I love murder mysteries and that’s like somewhat compliments undercover aus? I need to find more tho, cause fuck I cannot remember for the life of me what would be considered an undercover au...
Like...I’ve read some good college au fics specifically the one I mentioned in the previous question and like...its good shit HAHA
[fic reader asks]
#asking glow#johnandrasjaqobis#THANK!!!!!!!!!! :D#it took me a while to dig thru my uh bookmarks XDDDD#my mind went fuckin BLANK when i read aus askdfhdsf#crossovers are my big fuckin JAM that is my wheelhouse i loooove reading those#granted im picky so i like...know how to find them good af ones
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Bring Your Own Vinyl II - Electric Boogaloo 11/14/12
Bring Your Own Vinyl II - Electric Boogaloo 11/14/12
(* = request)
Beastie Boys - Side A - The In Sound From Way Out
Stone Roses - I Wanna Be Adored - 12"
The Shins - New Slang - 7"
Folk Implosion - Indierockinstrumental - Red Hot & Bothered V.1 10"
Freedom Cruise (GBV) - Sensational Gravity Boy - Red Hot & Bothered V.1 10"
Noise Addict - Mouthwash - Red Hot & Bothered V.1 10"
Karl Hendricks Trio - After Four Beers - The Adult Section
Screaming Trees - Something About Today - Uncle Anesthesia
Garden Variety - Stickler - split 7" w/ Chune
Wipers - Side B - Is This Real?
Jawbreaker - Busy - 7"
Frank Zappa/Mothers of Invention - Eric Dolphy Memorial Barbecue/Dwarf Nebula Processional March & Dwarf Nebula/ My Guitar Wants to Kill Your Mama - Weasels Ripped My Flesh
Smokey Robinson & the Miracles - Tears of a Clown - 7"
Television - Marquee Moon - Marquee Moon
Jeff Beck - Goodbye Pork Pie Hat (Mingus) - Wired*
Me First & the Gimme Gimmes - Wild World (Cat Stevens) - Stevens 7"
White Stripes - Handsprings - split 7" w/ Dirtbombs
George Harrison - What Is Life - All Things Must Pass
Foo Fighters - This Is A Call - 7"
Cream - SWLABR - Disraeli Gears*
Sonic Youth - Dirty Boots - Goo
Urge Overkill - Sister Havana - Saturation
Modest Mouse - Float On/Ocean Breathes Salty - Good News For People Who Love Bad News
The Who - A Quick One While He's Away -THe Kids Are Alright
David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust - ChangesBowie
Misfits - Last Caress/Return of the Fly/Hybrid Moments*
Monty Python - Every Sperm Is Sacred*
Wilco - I Am Trying To Break Your Heart - Yankee Hotel Foxtrot*
Run DMC - King of Rock - 7"
Mary Jane Girls - My House - 7"
Beck - Devil's Haircut - 12"
Led Zeppelin - Boogie With Stu - Physical Graffiti*
John Lee Hooker - One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer - Best of Chess Blues
Tom Petty - Refugee - Damn the Torpedoes*
The Knack - Good Girls Don't - Get the Knack
The Flirts - Jukebox (Don't Put Another Dime In) - 7"
Hot Chocolate - Brother Louie - some K-Tel (or Ronco) 70's comp
Weird Al Yankovic - King of Suede - 7"
Squeeze - Pulling Mussels from the Shell - Argy Bargy
Madonna - Like A Prayer - Immaculate Collection
Amrmageddon Dildos - Come Armageddon - 12"
Blondie - Heart of Glass - Parallel Lines
Devo - Through Being Cool - New Traditionalists
Greg Kihn Band - The Breakup Song - Rockihnroll
Joe Jackson - Different For Girls - I'm the Man
Public Image Ltd - Rise - Album
Pogues - If I Should Fall From Grace With God - If I Should Fall From Grace With God
Fountains of Wayne - Leave the Biker - Fountains of Wayne
Alice Bowie - Earache My Eye - Cheech & Chong's Wedding Album
Black Sabbath - Black Sabbath - Black Sabbath*
Sonic Youth w/ Lydia Lunch - Death Valley '69 - 7"
Alkaline Trio - Hell Yes - 7"*
Iron Chic - World's Greatest Detective - Shitty Rambo 7"*
Buck Pets - Pearls - 7"
Outsiders - Time Won't Let Me - 7"
Supremes - Stop In the Name of Love - Greatest Hits*
Led Zeppelin - Custard Pie -Physical Graffiti*
Pansy Division w/ Calvin Johnson - Jackson - 7"*
Gladys Night & The Pips - Midnight Train To Georgia - some Ronco/K-Tel comp*
Gentleman Caller - Leave This World Alone - Wake*
Wedding Present - My Favourite Dress - 7"
XTC - Making Plans For Nigel - Waxworks
Pavement - Cut Your Hair - 12"*
Bright Eyes - From a Balance Beam - There Is No Beginning To The Story 12"
The Smiths - Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want - Hatful of Hollow
ELO - Telephone Line - A New World Record
Shuggie Otis - Strawberry Letter 23 - Inspiration Information
Mamas and the Papas - California Dreamin' - Best of
Pogues - Fairytale In New York - If I Should Fall From Grace With God*
Husker Du - I Apologize - New Day Rising
Psychedelic Furs - Dumb Waiters - Talk Talk Talk
Mighty Mighty Bosstones - Chocolate Pudding - Kinder Words 12"
Housemartins - Happy Hour - 7"
Flight of the Conchords - Inner City Pressure - Flight of the Conchords
Wreckless Eric - Veronica - Big Smash
Mess Around - Trainwreck - Boner Time
Supersuckers - Born With A Tail - 7"
Seaweed - Bill - 7"
Superchunk - Digging For Something - 7"
Rodney Dangerfield - Rappin' Rodney - 12"
The Alarm - 68 Guns - Declaration
Dave Clark 5 - Catch Us If You Can - Catch Us If You Can
Patsy Cline - Walkin' After Midnight - The Patsy Cline Story*
Laura Stevenson & The Cans - Master of Art - Sit Resist
Bee Gees - Massachusetts - 7"
Pink Floyd - When the Tigers Broke Free - Echoes
The Strokes - 12:15 - 7"*
Rosebuds - We've Had Enough - split 7" with The Close
Dentists - Gas - Big Bang Red Shift Black Holes
Buffalo Tom - Soda Jerk - 7"
Eggs - Genetic Engineers - 7"
Weird Al Yankovic - Mr. Frump In the Iron Lung - Weird Al Yankovic*
Young Marble Giants - Credit In the Straight World - Colossal Youth
Danny & the Juniors - At the Hop - 7"
Comet Gain - Books of California - 7"
After the Fire - Der Kommissar - 7"
The The - Uncertain Smile - 12"
The Clientele - Since K Got Over Me - 7"
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