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Hon, and I say this with all the love in my heart; you read the fucking summary.
It tells you what it's about. Then you check the tags. The tags will drop key hints about what happens (ships, potential triggers or hard "no"s, special AU's that you may be looking for or wanting to avoid, etc.)
And if all of it sounds interesting you read it! That's it! And if you get in and don't like it you use the back button! That's it!
Also hits:kudos ratio is a terrible way to "guage" if the actual story is any good. Anytime someone reloads the page or misclicks or comes back to reread/read new chapters it counts as a hit. Like that's just the raw number of how many times it's been opened and nothing else. It doesn't denote "good" or "bad". At best you could take it to mean they write good descriptions so a lot of people have clicked on the story. So it doesn't actually say anything about the story itself.
If a story is new then this kind of rule kills you ever giving it a chance. Check the description. There are more than a few gems I've read over the years that have had pretty low kudos and hits - either because they were new or because they weren't what other people were wanting to read. That didn't make them bad. It just made them niche.
I'd advise knowing what you're in the mood for and searching for that instead as well; if you want a coffee shop AU and try reading anything but that it doesn't matter how decent the ratio is. Or even how good the story actually is; you're probably not going to like it by virtue of it not being what you want to read.
Another AO3 thing I’m curious about, how do yall decide if something is good enough to read? Usually I follow a rule of 1 kudos for every 10 hits. One because it’s easy math and two it’s yet to fail me. Thoughts? Do you just go for it and pray it’s good?
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introducing...morose!reader and pinning!matt
divider by: @bernardsbendystraws
In which morose!reader and pining!matt are best friends. Inseparable. They're there for each other..whether it's morning coffee, running an errand, or a night on the couch. There's connection, safety, and desire..they can feel it; they can tase it...
morose: sullen and ill-tempered.
⋆.˚morose!reader can come off as a little bitter, a little detached to strangers who aren’t in her inner circle. She finds small talk hard, and she simply does not have the energy to make new friends.
⋆.˚morose!reader will disappear for days at a time. She is usually hidden in her room, racking up screen time on her phone or attempting to read the book she restarted four times. Her room is her safe space, filled with trinkets, clothes, and vinyls.
⋆.˚morose!reader took "My Year of Rest and Relaxation" too literally.
⋆.˚morose!reader can watch movies for hours a day and constantly log them into letterboxd. She also loves the movie theater and often calls it her church. She allows herself to break down in the worn-down theater chair as her feet stick to the flooring covered in diet soda.
⋆.˚morose!reader is always saying she could do more, be more. She can’t feel fulfillment in any career path, any passion project…anything. She will come off confident and unnerving, but as soon as that bedroom door closes, she stares at herself in the mirror until she is unrecognizable.
⋆.˚morose!reader is constantly changing her appearance. Cutting her hair, bleaching her eyebrows, small tattoos, and piercings. She is always trying to find herself, and understand why she is the way she is.
⋆.˚morose!reader who knows Matt would be good for her but she just...
pining: suffering with or expressing longing or yearning for someone or something.
⋆.˚pining!matt, who is captivated by morose. He had been in love with her since the first time he saw her at that weird basement party, where they both decided to leave together and go to McDonald’s because the vibes were just off. He’s at her beck and call and is willing to do whatever to make her happy and satisfy her.
⋆.˚pining!matt is soft and loving. He may come off as a little standoffish, but that is only because he is shy.
⋆.˚pining!matt, who keeps his journal in his back pocket. He holds a list of all of morose's favorite things. What to order her at restaurants, how she likes her coffee, things that make her happy, and things that make her angry or upset.
⋆.˚pining!matt is always lost in thought. He is having conversations in his head and lingering on other people's words. He keeps quiet most of the time, absorbing information and taking things in.
⋆.˚pining!matt hates all of that “new age” shit but owns every Apple product. He refuses to use Apple CarPlay in his car and will only listen to CDs. He hates the internet and tries to keep off social media as much as possible. If he posts anything on social media, it's either morose or his album reviews that get five likes.
⋆.˚pining!matt who prays one day morose will break, finally let him in completely and let him show her what it feels like to finally let go.
[A/N: this is my first AU! I have been absolutely taken by other writer's AU's and I love how free and creative you can be. I'd love to write for this AU if it is received well!! Please feel free to send in asks about morose!reader and pining!matt]
#🐇liyah#matt sturniolo#sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo x you#liyah's morose and pining AU#sturniolo triplets au#matt sturniolo au#alternate universe
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omg you should write something of an example where will has dropped everything for samy
i'd do anything for you
hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will blurb)
when samy struggles with the semester piling up will takes his chances to fly out and surprise her
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hiiii on my posting spree fr fr. here’s a little something i wrote up :)) keep sending in requests!!!
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samy couldn't do it. she'd been staring at the 8 problem calculus homework for almost three hours now and none of it was clicking. it should've been easy considering she took it in high school, but something about college calculus was 100x harder than what she did a year ago. to make it worse, will was on facetime attempting to help her through the problems, but it wasn't any luck and the tears were growing thicker in her eyes.
"i don't get it. i don't get it. i don't get it," the brunette buried her face into her arms, trying to keep the sobs from escaping.
"you're getting so close, baby. i promise. we can take a break if you want?" will offered through the screen.
she shook her head, "no, i can't. i need to finish this. it's due tomorrow morning and it's already 12:30."
both of them grimaced hearing how late it was already. will had early conditioning tomorrow which meant he needed to be up in five and a half hours, yet here he was on the call trying to help the youngest hughes through her homework.
"well, you're super close to figuring it out. you just need to derive the function," will continued softly.
"that's what i'm doing but it just doesn't make sense. i can't do this," if anyone knew anything about samy it was that she needed to do everything perfectly or else it wasn't good in her eyes. doing homework ended in hell like this sometimes because samy just couldn't pretend like she did it and hope for the best when she turned it in. all of it needed to be correct.
it also didn't help that there was a lot going on. homework, practice, and classes were staring to pile up as mid semester rolled around and the poor girl was definitely drowning in everything. plus, she really wished her boyfriend was there so he would just hold her and tell her it would be okay.
"you can do this, i promise. if you could do it in high school, you can do it now," the blonde encouraged, but he saw the solemn look on his girlfriend's face and the tears. it broke his heart seeing her so upset about the homework.
"i can't, will. i can't do this. i'm so tired from everything. class, practice, homework—i just need a break or something. wish you were here," samy rambled through her frustration. will frowned even more, hating that he wasn't a step away to be able to comfort her and wipe her tears away.
"i know, i wish i was there too. always thinking of you, sweet girl," his little pet name brought a little blush to her cheeks as she wiped her own tears away.
she wouldn't ever ask him to come, especially with his collegiate season fully underway. she just couldn't ask him to do that for her, even if she really wanted to. she also knew he 100% would and samy didn't want will missing anything and getting yelled at by his coach just for her.
"i'm thinking of you, too. i'll figure it out. i should let you go. you have practice in the morning," samy finally realized the time, lifting her head back up and wiping her puffy eyes from the last of her tears. the sight hurt will's heart.
"are you sure? i don't mind staying up," he said.
"i'm sure. i promise. you need sleep. i need sleep," samy nodded firmly.
"okay, well text me if you need anyting else. i love you," the blonde blew a kiss to the phone. samy did the same back before they hung up for the night.
she decided to just give up. it wasn't worth it anymore and she needed sleep. will, on the other hand, felt horrible. he hated that he couldn't be there for her. the blonde glanced at the clock on his desk knowing that in five hours he needed to be up and it definitely wouldn't feel good, but he didn't care.
he looked over at gabe's sleeping figure in his bed. that boy could sleep through anything which was convenient when will was on call for a bit longer with samy. he reopened his computer and clicked into expedia.
would coach kill him? probably. would he sit bench for missing a weekend of practice? definitely. would he get a stern talking to? most likely. did will care? no.
samy obviously needed him and if he was being honest, he needed her too. with that, will started searching for the earliest flight out to michigan in hopes that a weekend surprise would ease all of the tension.
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the brunette was at her desk again after class. she forfeited that homework and just hoped her professor would give her some grace for attempting the problems. what samy didn't know was hannah busy on her side of the room texting with will about his arrival.
ethan and mark were tasked with picking the blonde up from the airport. they were excited that the younger boy was coming to visit knowing how stressed samy had been the past few days. luckily, gabe and ryan would do their best to cover for will but honestly, the blonde didn't care about the consequences from coach. if they wanted to bench him, they were gonna go ahead and bench him.
hannah quickly jumped off her bed when there was a small knock on the door. samy didn't hear because of her headphones on, so she was oblivious to will poking his head in with ethan and mark behind him, phones recording.
"she's studying," hannah whispered and opened the door wider. will smiled to himself, setting his bag down and carefully reaching out to tap his girlfriend's shoulder.
she turned her head, expecting hannah, but when she caught sight of her boyfriend's large grin she jumped out of her chair.
"holy shit," the girl exclaimed, jumping into his arms without a second though. the others cheered in excitement.
"hi, baby," will continued grinning as he held her tightly.
"what are you doing here? what about practice?" the brunette had a million questions as she pulled back to really take in will's face and his presence.
"skipped them," the blonde said like it wasn't a big deal.
"what do you mean you skipped them? i thought you couldn't skip practice or else you'd get in trouble," she was in disbelief as she glanced over at hannah, ethan, and mark.
"i mean yeah, but you needed me and i felt horrible that i couldn't be there for you," his words softened her expression and she melted back into him.
"you skipped a whole weekend of practice just for me?" the younger hughes wondered, heart feeling full because she's never had anyone say or do that for her before.
"yup. wanted to see my girl," will beamed.
neither of them cared about the others still in the room as they connected their lips into a sweet kiss. the three awed, happy to see the couple so happy, especially samy.
"i love you," the brunette smiled as they pulled away.
"i love you too," will smiled back and that's when mark and ethan decided to be mark and ethan by pouncing on the blonde's shoulders.
"it's good to see you again, man. we've got good things planned for this weekend," mark smirked while samy rolled her eyes at their antics.
"i'm sure. it's good to see you guys too," the blonde laughed along.
samy went to hannah who's lips were turned up into a smirk that she kept that secret for a good 12 hours. "surprised?" the girl wondered.
"very. thanks for getting him here," samy hugged her roommate.
"of course. anything to get you less stressed for a few days," they shared a laugh.
she eyed her boyfriend again and he immediately met her gaze probably feeling her stare on him. the two smiled again as will reached out to wrap his arm around her torso.
"we'll give you two some space, but then we're getting out tonight!" ethan exclaimed as him and mark trailed out of the dorm.
"i'll go bother amelia two doors down," hannah winked making samy roll her eyes and will flush.
when it was just the two of them samy returned her gaze to her boyfriend who was already looking at her. she pinched his cheek.
"thanks for coming. i'm really glad you're here."
"anything for you. i hope this weekend can ease your stress," will pinched her cheeks back before placing a gentle kiss to her forehead.
"now that you're here it definitely will," and with that, the couple climbed into samy's bed for some some much needed rest and cuddles that the two haven't had since summer ended.
#will smith hockey#hughes!sister x will smith au#samy x will#samy hughes#will smith x oc#boston college hockey#will smith imagine#boston college#uofmichigan#umich hockey#will smith hockey fluff#ws6#wsh2#san jose sharks#sjs#sj sharks#bc eagles#bc hockey#boston college hockey blurb#boston college hockey imagine#boston college imagine#umich#umich imagine#umich fic#umich blurb#umich soccer#umich wolverines#umich boys#umich wolverine#umich blurbs
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Choices fandom appreciation shoutouts
This event is so so so lovely and I really want to join in hehe. I'm not great at expressing my thoughts/feelings and stuff but I really wanna try because I'm really thankful for all of u guys!! :)
When I first posted on this account last summer I honestly expected I'd probably post a few things and dip again because I usually don't get much attention on social media platforms. And also wasn't sure if anyone would really vibe with my approach to characters and stories hahaha 🙈.
But instead people were so nice and I felt so welcomed and like 'oh wow people seem to actually enjoy what I do??' And I had so much fun reading the tags left on reblogs of my art and stuff. And alongside that it has been soooo fun to see everyone elses posts and characters and leaving my thoughts on those as well (and slowly getting less shy about it too 💪). And I even started reading fanfic for the first time in my life hahaha.
I feel like I'm rambling but I just really want to say all this haha, it's been so fun being on here! I love drawing everyone's characters and other requests and will keep doing that (like pleeaase dont be shy, I love drawing everyone's characters) because it's fun and it's also kinda how I say 'thank you' for all being so nice to me!! So yeah thank you all for making me feel so welcome the past months! :)
Especially as someone who usually has trouble making friends and putting myself out there due to shyness it means a lot!
Under the cut I'll also put some messages directed at separate people, I'm fighting the lil voice in my head that's shy about this but you guys all deserve to hear it hehe, even if I'm kinda ass at expressing myself like this
But even if not mentioned/tagged I appreciate everyone who supports me/my work so much and I love seeing you guys in my notes!!
@lovealexhunt In the short time I've been here I've noticed you do so much for people and this fandom! I've loved all the fics you wrote that I read so far and love how you write Mal and Daenarya together (and the vampire au OOOO). She's so fun and I loved drawing her interacting with Ripley and will definitely do it again sometime!! And I'm also still so obsessed with the geometric Ripley art and I thought it was so sweet of you to draw that for me aaaa
@lilyoffandoms I always love seeing your art on my tumblr feed and your designs for your mc's!! And I'm still sooo in love with the Ripley drawing you did and that really made my day back then because it was a total surprise too!! In general all the art you've done of my characters has just been awesome and made my day every time!!
@choicesmc I love what you do with all your mc's, when you make picrews for them, the artworks I've seen you do for them and all the info you share about them, you're so so creative!! I love all your writing a lotttt, especially the shorter ones you've been posting lately!! I rly enjoy talking to you in dm's a lot, if it ever seems like I don't it's just me being shy haha 😭. I also love the tags you leave when you reblog my art and when you point out stuff you notice :)
@sapphoschoices Thank you for so often sharing my posts!! And in general always supporting people and sharing their work! I love all the edits I've seen you do and hope you'll keep sharing more hehe. I also read a fic by you for the first time last week and really enjoyed it! Made me wanna replay Desire & Decorum..
@rosesnink Thank you for letting me borrow your mc's a few times when I wanted to draw interactions! I had so so much fun writing back and forth about Rex and Brienne after I posted the art of them together hehe, I always love to see other people with orc mc's in general. I also really like the gif edits you make and your fics I've read so far!
@aria-ashryver You were one of the first people in the fandom who started sharing and commenting on my art and thanks to that I ended up not just posting a few things and dipping forever like I expected hahah. I always really enjoy reading through the tags you leave on the art I post!! I finally caught up to SICSIG a while ago and it was sooo fun seeing what you did with Immortal Desires and all the extra lore and stuff and I can so clearly tell so much love went into it. And your sprite edits are also always so amazing aaaa.
@cadybear420 Thank you for often sharing my posts I really appreciate it hehe. And thank you for letting me draw your mc's a few times, I had sm fun with it haha. And it was really fun talking about Ripley and Evie interactions. I really enjoy your edits, you're so skilled aaa!! I also enjoy reading about your mc's a lot + how you write gnc characters and gnc m×f romance.
@gaiuskamilah I loveeee your art a lot and love seeing it on my feed!! I also really enjoy reading your thoughts on books, characters, themes in books etc. You make me wanna replay BloodBound so bad (and I definitely will do that soon)
@hsslilly-blog I'm sooo obsessed with your art you have no idea. You're rly funny and I rly enjoy seeing your posts on my feed. I really really love how you write characters, like they just feel so real, it's super inspiring!
@mydemonsdrivealimo I really really enjoy your art and everything you share about Jensen and Bryce. You're like The Bryce Mutual to me, anything you say about him is basically canon to me lol. Thank you for letting me draw Jensen a while ago it was SO fun aaaa
@peonyblossom
Thank you for the cover redraw ideas you sent when I asked for ideas, I had sooo much fun drawing the Alpha cover with Kalani and Channing!! I enjoy the bits you share about your mc's and oc's a lot too!
@choicesfandomappreciation
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Disclaimer: I know about the duffle bag Filbrick threw at him, but you can ignore that if you want
My thoughts below the cut! (this turned into a whole ass fic lmao)
My personal headcanon is that Filbrick is as much of a coward as he is of an asshole. Therefore, he wouldn't have kicked Stan when he did in canon. Probably not for a while after that.
However, he does try to send him to military school. He keeps talking about how this kid needs to learn discipline and respect, and if he's not gonna bring money to the house, then he should at least bring some honor to his family.
Stan obviously does NOT want to go. Not only because it's a pointless war ("what've the vietnamese done to us anyways?") but because he remembers his mother's face when Shermie got drafted and he will NOT make her go through that hell again. Also, he doesn't wanna die!!!! Hello?????
He talks it out over the phone with Ford, who's obviously just as against it as he is. He tells Stan that, if he gets into a PhD program, he could skip military. Stan laughs in his face. It'd be easier to jump off the plane without a parachute.
And so, he comes up with a plan. When he goes to take his physical, he tries his best to botch it. If he is bad enough, if it looks like he can't do it, maybe he won't have to. Unfortunately, the recruiters are far too used to this by now, and they don't buy it. Stan goes home with a recruitment letter hidden in his jacket.
Everything goes downhill after that. He runs away from home, changes his name several times, does some crime here and there... The military is after him, and it doesn't take rejection kindly.
Stan stays out of contact with his family for a few years. He can't risk getting them involved in this mess. They don't deserve it. So he just leaves, without saying a word, in the middle of the night. No phone calls, no notes, nothing. Not even he knows where he's going. But if it just looks like he abandoned them, maybe they'll hate him. That will make them sound more believable with the police. They aren't covering for him, because they genuinely have no idea where he is. It's the best way to keep them safe.
In that time, Ford doesn't stop looking for him. He finds him every once in a while, but only his phone number, and he knows that could give away his brother's location and get the family in trouble. So, against his deepest instincts, he doesn't call.
One, three, five, seven years pass. Stan has been around almost all the country, and is genuinely considering leaving it. Maybe going to Mexico, or Colombia. Those sound nice. Maybe they'll be nicer to him.
He's passing his time and thinking about this in a small town restaurant in wherever he's in (somewhere he's not banned from, yet), when a family enters. He doesn't make eye contact, but he can't help but stare at them: a man and a woman, probably in their 50s, with 7 kids; one must be older than him, the second one around his age, the third one a little younger, the fourth one a teenager, and the last three between 10 and 15, no more. Except for the last three, they're all taller than him, even the mother, and they have various degrees of blond hair. Their clothes (overalls and plastic boots) suggest they must work in one of the farms he's seen around the state. They don't wear any accessories, except for the glasses that the father and four of the kids have. They're talking loudly and laughing. They look exhausted from a morning of hard work. They seem happy. They... look nothing like his family, and yet, he can't help but think about it.
He can't help the sob that comes to his throat. It's loud and messy from trying to suppress it, which obviously makes it worse. He covers his mouth immediately, and at that point he notices the tears that have run down his cheeks. "Great", he thinks, "that will make it easier to hide, for sure".
He doesn't move. He wants to escape, but that will draw even more attention to him, and he hasn't even paid for the food yet (normally he'd leave without paying, but the old waitress was kind enough to give him some extra food when she saw how little he ordered). He settles for not moving, lowering his head and covering his face, hoping that no one heard (unlikely) or cared (very likely).
"Ya'lright, son?"
The voice startles him. I wasn't very deep, but it was close enough to send his body into immediate danger mode. He looks up at the man towering over him, who's standing in front of him at a prudential distance.
"Y-Yeah, yeah, no worries."
He hates how broken his voice sounds. He's spent more than enough time sweet-talking his way out of trouble, he should be better at this by now. The man looks about as convinced by it as he is himself.
" 'lright then. Can I help ya?"
Damn villagers and their welcoming demeanor. If he wasn't a wanted man, he would appreciate it. But right now, it couldn't be worse timing.
"Come get ya food, kids!" The waitress' yell yanks him out of his thoughts.
"No", he blurts out, and he turns to the man. Least he can do is show him some respect and look him in the eyes. "I'm fine, thank you."
The man smiles lightly and nods. "Okay. Welcome to the town."
Stan watches as the man goes back to his table. He wishes he had been more polite, the guy was just worrying about him, but he can't afford it. They already know his face, he can't risk anyone else recognizing him-
"Sweet Mother of God almighty."
Stan turns to his right. One of the kids, the one about his age, is looking at him like he just grew a second head. He's frozen in place, his eyes wide as plates behind thick glasses. He doesn't say a word, and it's getting increasingly unnerving. Was the bruising on his face still visible? Maybe it's more apparent in broad daylight than in the shitty light that last motel had in the bathroom.
"I'm sorry, I- Can I ask your name?"
The fuck?
"No", answers Stan. Considering how nice his dad was, this guy is pretty rude.
"Son, leave him alone." The mother seems to have manners too, good to know.
The guy does pretty much the opposite. He comes closer to him, until he's right in his path, blocking his exit. That can't be good. Stan feels trapped.
"Are you Stanley Pines?"
Well, that's about it.
Stan tries his best to stay still. This guy doesn't look like a cop, not even an undercover one. But he knows his real name, so maybe someone in his family or friends works in the police; or worse, in the military.
"Listen man, I don't know who you're talking about, but that isn't my name. See?" He reaches for his wallet. He pulls out an ID, with a very clear Jackson Cage on it. He makes a mental note to change it soon, just in case his hunch is right and this guy has connections. "Now, if you excuse me, I'd like to pay for my food and leave. Move."
Stan is already on his feet, but the guy hasn't moved. Stan looks him up and down, trying to appear threatening despite his face probably still being a little red from before. He also gauges how feasible it'd be to escape if things turned bad; the dude is taller than him, sure, but he's also as thin as a toothpick, and by the anxious look on his face, he doesn't seem eager for a fight. The real problem would be evading the restaurant's staff and the other costumers, which include eight carbon copies of the guy in front of him. Probably better to try to de-escalate the situation.
"I- I can't let you leave. Please. I know who you are."
This man is making it really difficult to believe he's not a cop.
"No, you don't. I'm new in town. Move."
"Listen, I-"
"Move out of my way."
"I know your brother."
The words are like a bullet between his eyebrows.
"You look just like him-"
Against his better judgement, he quickly grabs he guy and pins him to the wood in between the booth benches, arm to his throat. If he knows Ford, he knows too much. God he just wanted to have lunch.
The commotion is immediate. He doesn't break eye contact with the guy who's grabbing his arm, whose strength is frankly surprising. He can hear, however, the screams from the dad and the siblings, as well as a couple of gasps from the other costumers. This is not going to go well, but fuck that. He's escaped worse.
"Stop!", the guy shouts as he keeps Stan's forearm from blocking his airway. "Don't hurt him! Don't get closer!"
It takes Stan a second to process what he said. The first part, sure, who wouldn't shout 'stop' when you're being attacked? But the second half doesn't make sense. Is he protecting him? The attacker?
Whatever it is, it works. The family stops in their tracks, still very ready to attack if needed. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see the three younger kids moving closer to their mother. For a split second, he feels a pang of remorse for the scene he just caused.
"Hang up the phone, Clarisse, it's okay. Please."
Stan looks in the direction the guy was talking to. Right behind him, the waitress reluctantly puts the phone down.
He looks back at the guy. He looks a little shaken up, probably from the impact his back (and his head?) made with the wooden plank, but he doesn't look scared. He almost looks... sympathetic? Stan is confused as hell.
"I know who you are", the guy whispers, low enough for Stan to hear alone. "You're Stanley Pines, and you have a brother named Stanford. I know him, okay? He's my friend. I met him a few years ago in a quantum physics congress and we've been talking ever since. He told me about his family in New Jersey, and about you. About how he hasn't seen you in years, and how he was trying to find you, to no avail."
Stan is gradually loosening his grip on the guy's neck, who takes a deep breath. He should know better, but- shit, hearing that Ford was looking for him was not what he expected. Even if he doesn't know yet if this guy is lying out of his ass, it's enough to make him doubt.
"I know you were called to Vietnam. He told me. I spent a week with him in his place when he found out, he was unconsollable. When you ran away, he called me. He knew what it meant for you and he thought he'd never see you again, whether you got caught or not. All because of that stupid war." Stan is now trembling a little, he knows it. This guy must know it too, with how close they are. If he stays here any longer he'll break down, but he can't move. Anything to hear his brother's name a little longer. "I know what it's like. Three of my cousins were drafted last year, and I know at least one of them won't be coming back home. Please... let me help you."
Stan meets his eyes. They're green and brown-ish, not unlike the immense fields he's seen in his last journey, the one that led him to this town. With the years, he's learned not to trust beautiful eyes, because they are better at hiding. These ones, however, seem serene and honest, just like his words, and he can't help but believing them. This guy, whoever the fuck he is, knows just about enough.
Stan lowers his right arm. The guy still has his hand on it, but this time is much less defensive and much more comforting. He doesn't complain.
"My name's Fiddleford McGucket, and I'm gonna help you find your brother."
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Essentially, after this Fidds calls Ford as if nothing happened (per Stan's request, since he's still paranoid about the police tracking his calls) and asks him to come to Tennessee. Ford argues that he's very busy and all, but Fidds convinces him in the end.
Obviously the twins have a dual breakdown and cry their heart out. In this AU they're much less emotionally constipated lol
Ford tells Stan that he's gonna build a house in a small town in Oregon as a part of his research, and asks him to move in with him once it's finished. Stan, of course, accepts.
In the meantime, Stan stays in the McGucket farm and helps them out as a way of laying low. He has a great relationship with his family, and they're very proud of him for what he did (i believe that the McGuckets are hippies at heart, and they're VERY anti-war, especially when it already took three of them)
I don't know how much of the canon storyline would this AU follow, but it's pretty much your average Mystery Trio AU with some different backstory
#please feel free to share your headcanons! i'd love to read them <3#when i tell you i CANNOT believe how much i've written here#i just re-read everything i was like 'did i write this? three hours ago? tf????'#i'm pretty happy with it tho#i feel like you can pinpoint the exact moment that my brain decided we were writing a fic instead of a headcanon lol#i don't know what to call this one so i'm just gonna call it#Drafted AU#also if you wanna know more about this idea that i literally just pulled out of my ass ask away!#gravity falls#gravity falls au#stanley pines#grunkle stan#stan pines#stanford pines#fiddleford mcgucket#fiddlestan#yes it's canon here because i said so#stan twins#mystery trio#tumblr polls#polls#my silly little headcanons#hells originals
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Friend: What are you doing right now?
Me: I have a lot of projects.
Friend: Oh so cool, what are those? New job, new business, new home, new relationship?
Me: Ok, I have a lot of SPN/Destiel projects.
#when I tell my friends that I have a lot of things to do#and not enough time to progress as I'd wish#I'm talking about time to do all the spn or destiel projects I want to do#like finishing to publish my first destiel au fic#work on my two other long wip#write the other hundreds of destiel fic ideas I have#draw more#I'd love to draw art that goes with the fics I already posted on AO3 just to set the mood#rewatch the whole show and write meta#read hundreds of fics#watch the cockles panels I'm late for#maybe I forgot some#too many things to do and so little time#I also have to find a new home so yeah here you go#I also have projects that don't involve spn or destiel#but it's a pain in the ass#destiel#deancas#dean winchester#castiel#my destiel fanfic#destiel fanart#spn rewatch#cockles#jenmish#destiel fanfiction#destiel fanfic#destiel fic
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bg3 modern!au idea where halsin is a conservationist, who mentions kind of despairingly to a younger colleague at a conference the way he's having such a hard time with outreach to get folks in his community aware of the wildlife around them and how important it is. the colleague makes an offhand reference to how tiktok is the way people seem to get connected to that sort of thing most nowadays, although hell if they have the patience to figure out the app, and wanders off to catch up with someone else. they will not realize until later (far, far later) the ramifications of this statement.
halsin is rather quiet for the rest of the event, makes his goodbyes, and then returns home to painstakingly research just how "tiktok" works, with the grim determination of a fighter entering the ring. if this is what it takes to raise awareness, then this is what he'll do. the cause is more than worth it.
the first roadblock he runs into makes him worry the venture will be over before its even started. the first few webpages he finds tell him patronizingly that his phone is too old to work for 'content creation'. and okay, so it's scuffed, and dented, and has maybe taken one or two tumbles into a mud puddle, but it ought to be more than serviceable! he goes outside and finds a patch of wildflowers, pulling up the camera function and shooting a shaky video. he returns to his kitchen table, squinting down at the results. he can see all of the distinguishing features of the plant that would allow him to recognize it in the wild, which means it's good enough to do its job. with a new resolve - that his family would have wryly labeled as stubbornness - he focuses his research efforts until he finally finds a webpage that will tell him how to make the app work with his phone.
when at last it starts up in a blare of sound and over-saturated colors, he grimaces, but presses on. it asks him to set up a username, and he types in his first name. the little circle spins for a moment, then tells him it's taken. he frowns, then adds a random number. 2. it spins again, same response. he frowns harder, then adds another. 6. it spins, spins, spins, then — welcome, new user @.halsin26! upload your first video to start using tiktok!
he decides not to overthink it. it'll either work out or it won't. he looks out the window, and judges there's still just enough light out. he returns to the little patch of wildflowers, and gives it a thumbs up. he starts a recording directly in the app, making note of the 60-second time limit with a grimace. to make the most of the time he has, he doesn't bother with an introduction, just kneels down next to the cluster of plants, careful not to compress the ground too close to their root system, and moves his hand just behind the flowering portion to visually distinguish it, and act as a scale reference. he keeps his voice low, since he doesn't want to overshadow the content itself, and quickly lays out where folks could run into this plant, its importance to its local ecosystem, and ways they could help its conservation. the most important things the average person can do, he states passionately as the timer begins its final warning, is to document the locations where they find said plants, so that the areas can be marked for oversight and protection.
he doesn't bother to look back over the video before he posts it. he knows what he said, after all. he stretches his arms up above his head, then massages the back of his neck where the muscles are growing stiff. as he heads back inside to start dinner for himself, he tosses the phone into a basket on the counter and forgets about it.
the video languishes in the algorithm for the evening, until a random user gets distracted from scrolling away from the potato-quality wildflower video someone's grandma uploaded and chokes on their spit as forearms that very clearly do not belong to anyone's grandmother enter the frame, gently cupping the air around the flower.
god i wish that were me, they type before they can stop themself. debating whether to bother hitting send, they choke again as an absolutely unfair voice begins to narrate the ecological importance of this particular plant. the voice is smooth and deep, just above a murmur with a pleasant backing rumble. they have never given a moment's thought to plants in their entire life, but all of a sudden they are invested. they don't even notice when their thumb hits 'send' on their comment, too busy swiping over to the profile to see if there are any other videos. it's empty of literally everything, default user icon, only-barely-not-randomly-generated username, only one video posted earlier that day. they go back to the video and copy the link to send to their friends, needing someone - anyone - else to understand the experience they just had.
a few more interactions like that, and the algorithm takes notice. it bumps the video to a few more users outside of the current sphere, and those ones like it too. more importantly, they are very likely to share the video with others, increasing the engagement far beyond anything it had right to expect.
by two days later, when halsin remembers to actually check the thing, it is sitting at a comfortable 2500 likes, and there is a whole fleet of comments waiting for him to review. some of them - many of them, actually - don't seem that relevant at all, and he frowns, but then he sees a few that actually seem interested in more information on the plant he'd described, asking questions about how wide its range is, if it could be found in this or that coloration, etc. these he responds to swiftly, then grimaces as he runs up against a 'character limit'? who ever heard of such a foolish thing. after a moment of glaring down at his phone, he sees that it will allow him to answer by video, and does so, stepping onto his porch and zooming in on the plants. (this blurs them into barely discernible blobs of pixels, but he does not notice.)
still others are curious about what other plants and wildlife he might be able to share about, and he leaves short comments under each letting them know that he will plan to upload some more videos soon, if there is an interest. one user has left a comment that he almost files into his mental "ignore" category, but goes back to reread at the last moment.
not convinced this isn't one of those 'booktok bait' things again but i stg there's a big ass patch of those fuckers behind a parking lot somewhere around here?
halsin responds to this one with a video too. now that he's getting the hang of it, it's actually a bit more convenient than having to type everything out. he thanks the commenter for sharing, then asks if they might be willing to do him a favor sometime – only if it wasn't any trouble, of course! – and grab a video or two of the area they referenced, and share it with him — or their local wildlife foundation, at least.
a few days later, he opens the app to check in to find that he's been tagged in a video by some user. bemused, he clicks on the popup, and it takes him to a slightly shaky but pristine quality video of an empty lot filled with tall grass. the person filming moves a bit closer, then zooms in, and halsin spots multiple cluster of that recognizable wildflowers, before the video ends and restarts. there's no narration to this one, only a barely audible music wheel spinning in the corner. the caption on the video says, @.halsin26 just in case you're not actually some weird account for a fetish i haven't heard of before, here's some of those plants you mentioned looking for.
#okay i have more thoughts but stopping it here for now before i lose even more time#sparked from a convo with a friend and my brain latched on to it#as ever this was... meant to be a short little thing#no comment on how that worked out#voidling speaks#bg3#bg3 au#bg3 fic#halsin#bg3 halsin#halsin become a cult fave tiktoker with a dedicated fanbase#a beloved cryptid#im not really planning this as a ship thing but if you like the vibes of that please feel so free to run with it in that direction#i'd just love a tag if you do#my writing
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Okay guys, hear me out:
Sea Serpent Hobie!!!
Sea Serpent Hobie who sinks any superyachts he comes across!
Sea Serpent Hobie who uses harpoon spears meant to kill him as piercings! And old anchor chains as jewelry!
Sea Serpent Hobie who attacks big commercial fishing boats that are destroying the ecosystem by overfishing
But also benign Sea Serpent Hobie, who aids those lost at sea!
Who helps smaller local fishing buisnesses with sustainable fishing
Who looks out for this small fishing community and in return they warn him whenever hunters show up in the area!
Sea Serpent Hobie who is huge but still manages to hide perfectly in the kelp forests!
Who has bioluminescence and uses it both to terrify enemies and as a way to calm down people in distress, as a way for him to signal goodwill - and to show off when he feels like it!
Who can change his pigmentation similarly to octopi to communicate his mood and feelings! Or just to blend in with his surroundings (also as a nod to the way he changes filters in the movie!)
Sea Serpent Hobie who's frequently seen swimming with whale pods- Orcas being his favourites to hang out with (they sometimes go on yacht sinking trips together)
Sea Serpent Hobie who likes to give people a show and will show off by breaching right next to unsuspecting boats
DO YOU SEE MY VISION?!??
SEA SERPENT HOBIE!!!!!!💙💙💙
#god I really wanna draw him now!#alas my artistic skills are not great to say the least lol#the idea just won't leave my mind!#idk in my mind he kinda looks like a mermaid crossed with a serpent a whale and an eel#he still has a mostly humanoid face and upper body but with features of the creatures I mentioned above#and also I imagine he's pretty big lol#like meduim to large whale sized big#at least that's how I pictue him but I'd love to hear you guys's interpretation of him! <3#I love this au so much already it's such a fun concept for him!#I'm sure you could expand on it and fit other spider people into this au as well!#like maybe Gwen is the daughter of a fisherman and Hobie saves her after their boat capsizes or something#but lemme know if you guys have any ideas for this au as well!#this is a brand new au that I literally just came up with so it's not that well developed yet#so any input is very welcome! <3#there are so many cool possibilities!#I'm unironically so hyped about this ngl!#I keep comming up with more ideas as I write this but I'm gonna try and limit myself for now lol#sea serpent hobie#hobie brown#spider punk#spiderverse#across the spider verse#atsv#across the spiderverse#across the spider verse au#spiderman across the spider verse#my post#my au
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(Whoops my hand slipped and started writing a Batfam Umbrella Academy AU)
From the Personal Notes of Mr. Bruce Wayne:
00.01 - Ability to manipulate gravitational fields allows for advanced gymnastic and combat capabilities. A strong leader, the others look up to him. Loyal to a fault, but needs to be watched carefully. Will choose the other children over himself or me.
00.02 - Determined, focused, strong willed. Has learned to use her ability to analyze the surroundings and formulate a plan prior to attack. Unfortunately lacks any leadership qualities and fails to communicate these plans to the team, preferring to act alone. Still has much to learn, but is eager to do so. My favorite.
00.03 - Adequate marksmanship and proficiency with ranged weapons. Can hold his own in a fight but relies to heavily on his powers. Insolent, can not take instruction or direction. His recklessness will be his undoing.
00.04 - Development of photokinesis is hindered by his unwillingness to fully commit to manipulating shadows as well as light. Charming and a neutral leader. Should Number 1 ever fail, he would be the best choice to replace him.
00.05 - Connection to animals has yet to prove useful. Fighting skills and determination on par with Number 2, but is unpredictable at best. Refuses to admit when he doesn’t know something. Has no respect for anyone but himself.
00.06 - Still fails to reach the full potential of psychometry abilities. Refuses to accept the possibility that he may be able to see into the future as well as the past. Useful for research and not much else.
00.07 - No clear talents. Some enthusiasm for puzzles and mediocre problem solving abilities. To headstrong. Irritating.
#batfam au#batfam#batfamily#umbrella academy au#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#stephanie brown#damian wayne#cassandra cain#duke thomas#(Barbara is also there but she's not one of The Umbrella Academy kids)#bruce wayne#Bruce is maybe a little more harsh here than normal#but it's based on the picture of Reginald's notes#so i tried to mimic his style of writing#(really want to make a full fic but can't quite figure out what Steph's power is yet)#(also with the exception of Dick I haven't really read many comics about any of them)#(so I'm a little scared I'd end up using fanon characterizations by accident and I don't want to do that)#if you want to talk about it though please hit me up I've got so many ideas and for it I'd love to share#(also sorry to my followers I know I already posted this but that was a reblog and I spent a lot of time on it)#(So I want to actually give it a shot at being a successful post)#batfamily umbrella academy au#the bat academy au
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What We Do in the Land of Ooo
🧛♂️ What We Do in the Shadows x Adventure Time crossover AU! ⚔
Finn Mertens in place of Guillermo de la Cruz
Marceline Abadeer in place of Nadja of Antipaxos
Bonnibel Bubblegum in place of Laszlo Cravensworth
Jake the dog in place of Colin Robinson
Vampire King in place of Nandor The Relentless
Betty Grof in place of The Guide
The Lich in place of Baron Afanas
Peppermint Butler in place of Wallace the Necromacer
Simon Petrikov in place of Derek
BMO in place of Nadja Doll (her old consciousness uploaded or something was an idea I had)
Marshall Lee & Gary Gumball/Prince in place of Sean & Charmaine
#I want to clarify that I don't have any plans to write this out as some sort of fanfic.#I also don't have any plans to draw actual redesigns for any of these characters.#this is all an indefinite WIP; anyone who wants to make content about the idea please tag me please I'd to see it!#also want to mention that this was somewhat inspired by recent fionna and cake content!#I suppose this AU could take place in the land of Ooo or it could take place on staten island but I was thinking land of Ooo#up to yall though if you wanna sketch any ideas from this lol#I was just trying to find images that somewhat fit the character they're in place of if you're curious as to why I chose the images I did!#also this isn't going with the nandermo stuff to clarify before people are like hey this is gross; no read the tags first; read my rambles!#these aren't 1-to-1 character crossovers; obviously I'd want to take some liberties with each of them if I were to put more effort into it!#vampire bonnie bubblegum would be cool to see! it doesn't need to make sense; we're having fun with it here! Vampire Betty Grof too!#Finn could also be an adult here if y'all want; I wasn't thinking too hard about this; just popped into my head & wanted to jot stuff down!#I'd also be curious to hear what adventure time characters you'd put in the roles of the wwdits ones; replacing mine or ones#that i didn't end up listing! I'd love to see a vampire Simon Petrikov & Finn Mertens though if anyone wants to draw that. anyway thats it!#mine#op#wwdits#what we do in the shadows#adventure time#adventure time fionna and cake#fionna and cake#adventure time spoilers
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AU Thursday: Valicer In The Dark -- More Score & Story Ideas!
Because, uh, I have a lot of ideas for stuff I want to do in this verse, and the original list from a year ago has expanded quite a fair bit:
-->While I haven't gotten all of my stories into a proper timeline yet, I do have the first five sorted:
A) "Start At The Beginning...Sort Of" -- the story currently in progress, where the trio all meet, solve Victor's ghost problem and Ghost!Emily's Barkis problem, get wrongly accused of murder, run from the police (showing off their special starting scoundrel abilities along the way), and eventually end up in Elder Gutknecht's old place in Six Towers. This is sort of the "prologue" to the whole mess, putting all of them in the right position to start on a life of crime. XD
B) "A Murder Shared Is A Murder Thirded" -- yes, I did have Gale of Baldur's Gate III's line about how "a parasite shared is a parasite halved" when I came up with that title. XD As you might imagine, this is the trio first "unofficial" score, with them going to murder Bumby, because the fucker needs murdering. Of course, it's only after they kill him that they meet up with Smiler's parents and learn they were exonerated of the original "murder" by the Spirit Wardens. XD Still no regrets, though.
C) "The Van Dort Vacancy" -- came up with that title while looking at old Oxventure Presents: Blades In The Dark episode titles and being inspired by "The Cab-Con Caper's" alliteration. This story focuses on Alice and Smiler returning Victor to the Van Dort mansion...only to discover the Van Dorts hosting a party. Victor quickly learns that his parents never even considered the idea that he might be in danger when he vanished, only caring about the fact that Victoria Everglot married someone else (and is now due to wed Imperial Guardsman Christopher White after her first husband's death and disgrace) -- and after overhearing his mother declare "what ghost would marry our Victor?" decides fuck them, he's taking his stuff, stealing what money he can, and going to live with Alice and Smiler in Six Towers. Features special guests Barnaby "The Butcher" Fortescue III and Kasimir Jones from Oxventure Presents: Blades In The Dark, because it tickled me to imagine them doing a score to steal some of the Van Dorts' money at the same time -- only for Victor to catch on to what they're doing when he meets Barnaby at the party and go "if you wait five minutes for me to get my things, I will open the safe for you and give you a good chunk of the money inside." XD
D) The currently-untitled story detailing the gang's first "official" job as a crew, picked up when they go to dinner at the Ball & Socket Pub and Smiler overhears two workers from Coalridge discussing needing to get something back from their boss -- the "something" is a list of potential union representatives that the boss stole in order to call assassins on the people listed. The workers need it back to keep their nascent union safe. Notably, the score involves the workers saying they can't give the trio much in Coin, but they'll do what they can -- and then one of them jokingly saying, "Unless you want to be paid in furniture."
Cue Victor, Alice, and Smiler, who currently live in Elder Gutknecht's-not-exactly-comfortable house, going "what kind of furniture?" XD (A couch and a proper dining table, specifically -- old furniture one of the workers was trying to shift after inheriting some stuff from a late relative.)
E) "Who You Gonna Call?" -- As you might guess from the Ghostbusters quote for a title, this story involves the gang busting some ghosts. XD Specifically, it involves Bonejangles -- here a Whisper who does entertainment work for the Ball & Socket on the side -- deciding to school Victor in the art of ghost-catching by taking him on a job to catch a few Echoes (non-sapient ghosts who continually do the same thing over and over again in a loop), with Alice and Smiler tagging along for moral support. However, as it turns out, one of those "Echoes" is actually a Specter (a sapient, feral ghost who attacks people and possesses them to feed on their life force) who was biding its time... I felt a little bad that none of the previous stories really had any Whisper-y stuff for Victor to do, and decided he needed a "day in the limelight" score -- as a bonus, this score is how he gets his ghost-hunting equipment for later!
-->I also have plans for two possible prequel stories -- one showcasing the three times Alice and Smiler talked before the events of "Start At The Beginning...Sort Of" (I have the first bit, Smiler giving Alice the money for lunch, actually written already), and one showcasing some of Smiler's life even before that (I have a rough draft of the scene where they wake up the "morning" after inventing Joy Serum and go "bwuh?" over their newly-glowing yellow eyes). Good for filling in gaps and writing more stuff from Smiler's POV!
-->I mentioned Victor wanting to make a community greenhouse very briefly in the very first post I made about the AU -- this has expanded into a whole little arc about him finding an abandoned conservatory while wandering Six Towers and the gang fixing it up into a place where they and the other residents can grow food. In order, the stories would cover:
1) Getting enough money to pay a glazier to fix all the broken window panes (or doing something for the glazier in trade)
2) Acquiring the initial plants (which involves a trip to Barrowcleft and probably doing a job for someone there in trade)
3) Victor researching ways to infuse butterflies and moths with electroplasm to create radiant energy insects to help the plants grow; my idea is that he eventually tries mixing it with some of Smiler's Joy Serum -- and gets REALLY BIG bright yellow glowing moths, to his and Smiler's delight and Alice's concern
4) And then, once the place is just about ready to "open to the public," Lord Rowan, the only lord who maintains a permanent residence in Six Towers, rocks up, claims the greenhouse is his, and demands an absolutely ASTRONOMICAL rent from the trio to use it. Fortunately he proves to be a man who likes games when Smiler asks to negotiate, and tells them if they can break into his house and get the deed to the land from the safe in his bedroom, it's theirs (the trio smartly get this written down and notarized by someone in Charterhall first; Rowan is PIIIIISSED when he realizes he'll have to honor the deal)
-->A related idea would be for the gang to encounter some of the people in Charterhall (the neighborhood mostly made up of one big university) who are working on an alternative power source to help replace leviathan blood (which is refined into the electroplasm that powers everything electric in the setting) and need a place to test it. The trio decides that the alternative energy group can try to get the streetlights back on in Six Towers, and there's a score all around helping them get there safely, and keeping Lord Rowan's nose out of it until they're done. Not sure what exactly it will entail yet, but I'm eager to find out!
-->As stated in previous posts, the gang eventually has to go after Dr. Kelman when he puts out a notice saying he wants the three captured so he can submit them to his special "social compliance therapy" (aka do horrific brain surgeries on them and/or Hollow them by ripping out their souls). This is how Victor and Alice learn Smiler's birth name, and the whole trip proves to be a rather dark look at Smiler's childhood pre-running away and joining the Advocates. In fact, I already have one specific scene in mind of Victor finding a photograph of a young Smiler and noting that their smile in the picture looks incredibly strained, as if they're desperately trying to see the bright side. Also, Miles Cedars is definitely going to show up, and possibly get to murder Kelman. Because I like giving him the chance to murder Kelman. :)
-->Speaking of Smiler angst, I also have in mind a story where, on a particularly chilly night in winter, Smiler, Victor, and Alice are wandering the streets together when Smiler somehow falls into one of the local canals. Victor and Alice fish them out as fast as possible, fortunately, but the rest of the story proves a race against time to get Smiler home and warmed before they succumb to hypothermia. Featuring half-naked cuddling when they learn that skin-to-skin contact can be an excellent way to warm a chilled person (fortunately this is after they get together as a polycule, so the partial nudity isn't as awkward as it could be)...and Smiler crying in front of Victor and Alice for the first time when they can't stop thinking about the fact that, if they'd been walking with their fellow Advocates, said Advocates would have believed them when they said they felt okay...and they probably would have died. :( It is a story of many feels, is what I am saying.
-->So, when does my OT3 actually become an OT3 in the actual stories? Shortly after the Kelman score, in a story entitled "And There Was Only One Bed" (a play on the fic trope, and the fact that the house only has one good bed -- at the time the story starts, the three are taking turns using it, with the other two sleeping on cots borrowed from The Advocates). The story involves Smiler (who has been trying to subtly push Victor and Alice together, having noticed they seem to like each other) finally revealing to Victor and Alice that they're a pretty accomplished hypnotist, and offering to use their skills to help Victor with a nasty bout of insomnia. Victor agrees, with Alice wanting to watch for her own peace of mind -- cue Smiler hypnotizing Victor the next time the three of them are going to bed...
And a deep-in-trance Victor asking to be held as he falls asleep. Prompting both Smiler and Alice to cuddle him...and fall asleep against him because neither wants to get up and possibly disturb him after he does drift off. Meaning when everyone wakes up the "morning" afterward, they're all really awkward -- Alice because she's like "wtf why did I find that hot;" Victor because he's like "oh no I liked that too much and I have to process the fact that I'm in love with both of them now;" Smiler because "damn it I think I just decreased total happiness in this household should have kept my stupid mouth shut." They do their best to push through and complete the latest job they have though (a random "steal something from this rich fucker's house" deal, it's not actually important), which ends up with them having to clamber up onto the roof at some point --
And then Victor nearly falls off said roof. Prompting both Alice and Smiler to nearly have a heart attack and have their feelings toward him thrown into STARK RELIEF. Meaning they all finally have a chat once they complete the job and get back home, which allows them to finally discover that a) they're all willing to get into a polycule and b) that they actually have quite compatible kinks. Story ends with Smiler delightedly returning one of the cots to their parents (Alice insisted on keeping one in case one of them does want or need to sleep alone) and the three of them regularly sharing the bed. :)
-->I also want to do at least one follow-up concerning them starting to play around with hypnosis, and Alice insisting she wants to do something that will help keep Victor Victor no matter what they do to his head -- cue her and Smiler coming up with a safety suggestion that involves Victor picturing the core of his personality as a glowing tree, and then having him encase it in unbreakable glass so his personality can shine out, but nothing can get in. :) It's just a sweet scene that's been rattling around in my head for a while, and I'd like to put it to virtual paper.
-->I mentioned a "Lord E.A. Bethesda" in my Duskwall Slang post a while back, as a guy who gets labeled with the very-dangerous-in-Duskwall title "Welcher" (someone who hires someone for a job, but then decides to try and kill them instead of pay them; people who do this generally end up dead themselves). How does he get saddled with this label? By hiring the Three Pillars to steal a golden beetle statue from a rival (Lord Bethesda is a bug collector, you see), plying them with a hefty reward if they pull it off (which he can afford as the "Gambling King" of Duskwall -- his fortune was built off of getting lots of people to pay him small amounts of money in hopes of great reward). They do indeed pull it off --
And Lord Bethesda happily orders them killed by his guards, forcing them to escape his house in Brightstone. However, Bethesda (who has done this before) employs Plan B and has his guards herd them toward his garden and through a gap in the lightning barrier around his home --
Before turning said barrier back ON and stranding them in the HEAVILY ghost-and-horror-riddled Deathlands just beyond (specifically, they're in the Lost District, a formerly rich neighborhood that was abandoned once the lightning barriers went up). This leads into the sequel story, where the trio have to find a way back into the city while navigating the horrors of the Deathlands...which results in them discovering that Alice's Wonderland Jabberwock, inspired by an illustrated poem she read as a child, is actually based on a REAL CREATURE. Which has the horrible eye beam and wants very much to kill them. (And which may have the voice of Christopher Lee because I might as well throw in the nod to Tim Burton's Wonderland -- Victor is VERY CONFUSED as to why it sounds like Pastor Galswells.) They manage to kill IT instead by strapping Alice's Vorpal Blade (now a real thing, Victor bought it for her as a present) to Victor's ghost-catching kit while Smiler whacks together a sort of motorized skateboard thing for them to ride on and then using the electroplasmically-charged Blade to slice the damn thing's unprotected belly open. Alice claims one of the eyes as a trophy, and shortly thereafter they're found by the Spirit Wardens, who look at the corpse and go "let's just get you back inside the barriers, shall we?" Cue the the trio tromping back to the Ball & Socket and telling the clientele about their experience...leading to Lampblack gang leader Bazso Baz declaring Bethesda a Welcher, and the guy soon afterward getting killed.
-->Not that Baz is actually a friend to the trio -- for another future story has the trio invited to one of his fancy parties, supposedly to recognize how rapidly they've made a name for themselves in the Duskwall underworld. The three go, figuring it's a good way to keep relations good with their fellow criminals -- but are quickly rather disgusted by the party itself, as it feels pretty much like any party Nell Van Dort would throw (overly ostentatious and making it clear he's only in it for the power). They resolve to get through the shindig and head home...
And then Baz reveals that the actual reason they were invited was because they've collected a variety of bounties on their heads (including a big one from the Van Dorts, specifying Alice and Smiler have to die but Victor be brought home alive, and a huge one from Lord Rowan, wanting them ALL dead) and the other criminals want to claim them. Cue the Three Pillars having to try and find a way to escape from the house as the other criminals hunt them. Fortunately for them, they have unexpected allies in Baz's staff, with one guy in particular having a sister and nephew in Six Towers whom they've helped a lot (probably both in general with the greenhouse, and specifically by helping the kid when he got sick once). They eventually manage to get out with the staff's help, and limp their way back to Six Towers...
Just in time to see Lord Rowan trying to make a big speech to the citizens about "how your heroes are dead" and blah blah blah. He is gobsmacked to see the trio still alive, leading to, of all people, Smiler strolling up to him and clocking him in the face. XD Gaining the Three Pillars a reputation as, frankly, unkillable...
Aaaand I should probably cut it there because this post is getting long enough. XD And I haven't even touched upon all the stories I have in mind that are based off of other properties I like! Guess that would be a good follow-up post to this one, huh? :p
#valicer#valicer in the dark au#corpse bride#alice madness returns#the smiler#blades in the dark#worldbuilding#storybuilding#that feels like a more accurate tag#but yeah if this does not convince you that I am in deep with this AU#nothing will#I have SO MANY FUCKING IDEAS FOR IT#like seriously I have come up with so many stories#this is just scratching the surface#like I said there's a whole other post in talking about stories inspired by other stuff#or adapting other stuff in some cases#I just love this trio so much#I want to do so many things with them#I bemoan the lack of hours in the day#I'd be writing so much if I could!#making proper playbook sheets to track things like XP and new abilities#doing all the things with them#I want people to meet them and hear about their sunless world overrun with electric ghosts and be like WTFFFF XD#I just want to show people how much I love them#because I really really really do#queued
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................. not to rain down on anyone's parade but barely characterized 14 year old lucerys could never have the swag eleanor or henry had
#1#2#3#4#5#again you do you per carità i'm not here to judge anyone's taste because then i'd be a fucking hypocrite#but this still made me laugh#maybe because i never really understood the hype around luke/aemond. i mean i get it on a intellectual level#but there are so many juicier pairs in hotd that while i understand why people would ship it i'm not sure why it's so popular#no hate to the pairing or anything of course. you can ship whatever you want!#but this reeks of the usual inflated m/m ship with one (or two) fictional men with weak or barely acknowledged characterizations#while incredibly complex female characters (at least in comparison) are JUST THERE#again this is not a hate post about the ship or slash pairings (OBVIOUSLY!!)#but still. in any case the eleanor/henry dynamic fits better with rhaenicent or maybe daemyra tbh#like... even when i love a ship with all my heart i wouldn't assign *every* possible au to them but only those who fit their characters bes#if my otp is a etl ship i wouldn't want to read or write a childhood friends to lovers au because what i like about them#is that they fucking hate each other's guts and perpetually try to kill the other (before falling in love... and sometimes even after)#if a pairing is more p&p like i really couldn't get into a wuthering heights au even if i'd recognize it's magnificently written#because that's not what these characters and their dynamic are. it would be projection#at this point i would prefer to read/write about two ocs ngl#again in fandom you can do whatever you want i'm no one and i could never tell you what you can or can't like. that'd be ridiculous#and idw the op of that post to feel bad about it. it's just my personal preference/opinion on fanworks that's all#val speaks#val rambles in the tags#txt
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when i make the shocking realisation i can write whatever i want (i already knew this)
#/silly#for context . i always have tlg au ideas that i'm like “OOH if this was a fanfic i'd love it”#and then i don't write it#i need to bully myself into it HFGHDJDH#me at myself: C'MON! WRITE THE COOL THING!#also me: i'm gonna forget you said that#i COULD make one of those multi oneshot fics....#thinking about it#writing writing i love writing i need to write again#i need to write the outlanders more!! :]#spinny rambles#spinny writing
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and all i want's a confidante
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SUMMARY: After an important fundraiser in LA, Karen pushes Foggy to make a move, with mixed results. [AKA - further adventures in The West Wing AU] A/N: part 2 of the west wing AU has arrived! full content warnings and tags are as always on AO3 via the link above, so I recommend checking that out if you want to see that before reading. otherwise, the gang is just having some fun and flirty times in LA, because why not. It's the 90s! Karen and Foggy are bantering! Matt continues to be a sexual enigma! [old timey radio announcer voice] What's going to happen next??
Foggy flops back onto the bed in his hotel room with an unflattering grunt that he’d be embarrassed by in any other context. Right now, however, they’ve just finished their fundraiser in LA, which means he’s been awake and working for the last 26 hours and he’s still in his tux and his terrible dress shoes and his back is killing him. Karen is flitting around in the background, rattling off things he should probably be paying attention to and organizing his stuff into piles. Karen’s a fantastic assistant and he’d be dead in the water without her but he does draw the line at asking her to do certain things for him, packing being one of them. Sure, she does sometimes have to pick up his dry cleaning or remind him of family members’ birthdays as they approach, but he knows, in a way both nebulous and stone cold certain, that one day she’s going to fly the coop and do something truly incredible with her life and then he’ll be the boss she talks about at parties, laughing that she had to pack his suitcases for him like a child and why did he always compulsively insist on bringing swim trunks and too many pairs of socks wherever he went? What was up with that guy? He'd really like to avoid that fate, if possible.
“Stop that,” he says, from his spot on the bed.
Karen freezes, guiltily. “I could just—”
“No. You’re not my mother, remember?”
She fixes him with an amused look. “You still let your mom help you pack?”
“Shut up,” Foggy says, letting his head loll back on the pillows. “You’re fired.”
“No, I’m not.”
“No, you’re not,” he agrees. “Christ alive, that was a long day.”
“Do we have any other kind?”
“Hey, I let you leave the office before midnight at least once last week!”
“You’re right,” Karen says with an eyeroll. “What a generous boss. What a sane and normal industry we work in.”
“I’m thinking about firing you again.”
“Good luck finding anyone else to put up with you.”
Foggy groans again, this time in acknowledgement. “You should go get some sleep.”
“I can’t!" she exclaims. "I’m too wired! I met Ted Danson at the fundraiser—”
“You told me.”
“—and he asked what moisturizer I used. He called my skin flawless. Can you believe that?!”
“Actually, no,” Foggy says. “At this point, you’ve told me this story a hundred times and it allegedly happened only three hours ago. So I’m starting to have my doubts.”
Karen throws a balled up pair of socks at his head. “You’re just mad because your celebrity crush called my skin flawless. You know, it’s not my fault you barely mingled.”
“Actually, I’m mad because you met my celebrity crush and I didn’t get to because I was too busy talking to various political operatives about a flag burning amendment to meet anyone cool.”
“Oooh,” Karen coos. “I’m going to tell Hot Matt that you don’t think he’s cool.”
Foggy sits up indignantly. “First of all, I said I didn’t get to meet anyone cool. I knew Matt already. And secondly, you have got to stop calling him ‘Hot Matt.’ One day you’re going to do that to his face and both of our careers in politics will be over.”
“You mean one day you’re going to call him that to his face and then your career will be over because you’ll go into hiding to avoid ever speaking to him again,” Karen replies, calmly, as she continues to fuss with his things.
“Leave my socks and my love life alone, Page.”
“I wasn’t aware we were talking about your love life,” she says deftly. It occurs to him again to be thankful that, of the two of them, she never went to law school because she’s already way too good at arguing.
“Shut up,” he says, flopping on his back again. “And seriously, go to your own room. I want to take my pants off and I have a policy of not doing that in front of my subordinates.”
“You know who you should take your pants off in front of?”
“A buttery smooth transition from Miss Karen Page, ladies and gentlemen…”
“Hot Matt.”
“Please stop calling him that.”
“You spent the whole night with him! Just ask him out!”
Foggy sighs. “You make it sound like we were having some kind of romantic interlude. I spent the whole night with him discussing the merits of amending the Constitution!”
The mattress dips as Karen comes to sit on the opposite side from him. “As if that’s not your version of a romantic interlude,” she says, not unkindly.
Foggy knows better than to argue with that point, but if he was going to spend the night arguing with a hot dude about Con Law, he would prefer it to involve some making out too, at the very minimum. The sad fact of his dream date night not changing very much since his law school days bums him out immediately.
“He did great tonight, huh?” Karen asks, after a moment’s pause.
“Yeah. Everyone was very impressed. And as you know, Jeri doesn’t impress easily.”
“Is that why you won’t make a move? You’re worried about having to work with him in the future?”
“Honestly, I wish I was that smart,” Foggy says, turning to look at her but not going through the effort to actually sit up again. “It’s just some classic fear of rejection; nothing more, nothing less.”
“I think he likes you,” Karen says, quietly.
“You always think people like me. That’s why I keep you around.”
“Foggy—”
“Karen,” he says, in the same disappointed tone of voice. “I’m serious. You have this mistaken impression that I'm some sort of catch, and I’m not.”
“You are,” she insists. “You’re funny and smart and kind and, oh, right! You’re the deputy chief of staff for the freakin’ White House, Foggy! Like, show some self-respect.”
“I notice you didn’t include ‘unbelievably handsome and debonair’ in that description,” he says, hating that he means it on some level.
“You’re my boss,” Karen says, with a disgusted nose-wrinkle. “Contractually speaking, I find you hideous.”
“So mean,” Foggy sniffs. “And right when I’m feeling so vulnerable.”
“Ask out Hot Matt, you coward!”
“It’s two in the goddamn morning, you maniac!”
“Well, you know he’s staying here too, and he probably just got back to his room, just like we did. So you could easily go see him before we leave.”
“That’s not the only obstacle, and you know it,” he says.
“He is not out of your league, and if you say so or imply it one more time, I’m going to pinch you so hard, you’ll tell the story of it to your grandchildren.”
“You literally call him ‘Hot Matt!’ Of course he’s out of my league! And—ow! What the hell?”
“I warned you,” Karen sing-songs.
“As I was saying,” Foggy says, rubbing the spot on his arm where his assistant just injured him, “I’m not even worried about that. I’m not asking him out because I don’t think he’s gay.”
“You’re not gay either.”
“Fine," he says, with a frustrated sigh. "I’m not asking him out because I don’t think he’s gay, bi, pan, whatever. I don’t think he’s into guys, like I am.”
“You can’t know that until you ask, though,” Karen points out, gently.
“I know, but… you’ve never been a guy asking out another guy. Some dudes get so weird about it. Some of them get violent.”
“Matt is a bleeding heart liberal from New York City. He wouldn’t—”
“You don’t know how someone’s going to react until they do,” Foggy says, seriously. “I agree that my chances are better with him than a republican from Texas or something, but there’s still no way to know. And if I never ask him out, I can pretend he’d be cool about it either way. But once I do, I will know, for sure and forever. And sometimes you find out something you'd rather not know about a person you admire.”
“And sometimes you get a super hot boyfriend out of the ordeal,” Karen says, brightly, though slightly falsely, attempting to lift the somber mood Foggy has put them in.
“He’s Catholic, Karen," he counters, trying not to be too harsh. He knows her heart is in the right place, but he needs her to understand his hesitation, too. "I mentioned a donor from New York and he said he knew him from church. Which he goes to. Every Sunday.”
“There are queer Catholics, Foggy. Don’t be stupid.”
“There are, but mostly there’s a lot of queer former Catholics. Matt’s a grown man in his thirties who still goes to mass regularly and brings it up with near strangers at democratic fundraisers.”
“Still, I think this is another excuse.”
“Well, I don’t care what you think,” he says with a shrug.
Karen rolls her eyes at him. “Yes, you do.”
“Yes, I do. Give me the phone.”
“Really?” she asks, surging to her feet with excitement and pulling the receiver off the base.
“Yes. But let it be known that I’m not doing this because I’m brave or because I think he’ll say yes," Foggy replies. "I’m doing it because I will not put up with you hounding me about this on Air Force One in front of everyone.”
“Attaboy,” Karen says, putting the phone in his outstretched hand and patting his knee encouragingly.
Foggy leans over to the bedside table and plugs Matt’s room number from the message he left earlier into the keypad. Karen, for all of her teasing, is sitting tensely with her fingers knit together in what looks like an excruciating configuration. As much as he wishes she’d let this go, her cheerleading does mean a lot to him. He honestly doesn’t know what he’d do without her. Well, he’d have his pants off already, that’s for sure, but other than that—
“Hello?” a voice calls over the phone. Foggy shouldn’t assume but it does sound like a woman. It’s definitely not Matt, though, whoever it is.
“Hi, uh—I’m so sorry.” Foggy laughs nervously. “I'm sorry if I woke you, I was looking for—I must have the wrong number.”
There’s mumbling in the background, before the voice returns to the line. “You’re looking for Matt?”
“Uh, yes?”
Karen’s eyes widen in question. She’s only hearing half of this, but Foggy himself doesn’t know what’s going on, so he shrugs in a gesture that must look panicked because her face falls in response.
“Yeah, he just got out of the shower,” the voice says. “Hold on.”
“Oh, I don’t—” It’s too late, though. Foggy can hear the shuffling of the phone being handed off. He should hang up. He hasn’t said his name yet. He can still salvage this.
“Hello?” This time it is unmistakably Matt’s voice, which is warm and low and a little gravelly in a way that Foggy absolutely does not think about at all during inappropriate times. Never once has that happened.
“Matt,” Foggy says, too loud and too bright for 2 AM.
“Foggy,” Matt replies, sounding pleased if a little alarmed. “Hi. Is it, um—Are you okay?”
As if Matt Murdock would be his first call in a crisis, Foggy thinks. They barely know each other, and he has Karen, after all. Presumptuous asshole. Though, if he's being honest, he wishes he couldn't imagine Matt coming to his rescue, but it turns out he definitely can. He's imagining it right now and it's definitely...a thought he should deal with later, when they're not actually on the phone together anymore. He just needs to focus on getting through this conversation without fully humiliating himself. That's an achievable goal, as far as he's concerned. Or so he hopes.
“Yes, fine!” he basically shouts, when he realizes Matt asked him a question there somewhere and he hasn't actually answered it yet. God, why can’t he stop yelling? Normal voice, regular volume, deep breaths. “I’m so sorry if I, um, interrupted anything—I mean, you. Or your guest. Not that I—that’s none of my business, of course.”
“You didn’t,” Matt says, patiently. “The only thing you interrupted was my shower.”
“You’re a much kinder man than me,” Foggy says, for no good reason. “If someone interrupted my shower, I’d, well…”
Matt, god bless him, seems to be waiting for the rest of the sentence. “You’d…?” he prompts.
“I’d, uh, I’d be such a bitch about it,” Foggy finishes, pathetically. “Listen, I know it’s late, and you’ve got company, so I won’t keep you. I just wanted to be sure you knew how much we all appreciated your help tonight, with the polling data and your analysis of everything. Your insight was very valuable. So, uh, thank you.”
“Oh, well, thanks, Foggy. You didn’t have to—”
“Yeah, I know. Sorry again about the timing.”
“No, there’s no need. Uh, it was sweet of you to call.”
Sweet. Foggy suppresses a gag. Even the open minded guys only call you ‘sweet’ when they think of you like a brother. This is brutal.
“That’s me,” he says. Too brightly. What a tryhard. “I’m a sweetheart.”
Karen makes a horrified face across from him at the same time as Matt’s surprised chuckle comes through the speaker in his ear. “That you are,” he says, and it doesn’t sound brotherly, but maybe Foggy is just being delusional. There’s some more mumbling in the background—the voice of the other person with him—and then Matt is back. “Listen, I have to go.”
“Yes, of course! Please apologize to your, um, date on my behalf for the interruption.”
“Oh, she doesn’t care,” he replies easily, and somehow Foggy can picture the nonverbal conversation Matt is having with what must be a beautiful woman as he tries to get off the phone with some madman. “But thank you for the call.”
“Thank you again for tonight. For your help tonight, that is!”
“Absolutely," Matt says, all charm. "Give me a call if you’re ever in New York.”
“I very frequently am,” Foggy says, as chipper as he can manage.
“Great. We’ll grab a drink or something. Talk shop.”
Foggy fights a wave of nausea. “Sounds good. You do the same if you’re ever in D.C.”
“I certainly will,” Matt says. “Tell Karen hello from me. I didn’t get to see her at the party.”
“Oh, I will tell her,” Foggy says, staring directly at her. “You can count on that.”
Matt laughs, and Foggy can guess it’s because he somehow knows. “Okay. Safe travels,” he says, just softly and sincerely enough that Foggy will be thinking about it for days.
“Yes, thanks. Uh, good night.”
“Bye.”
Foggy hands the receiver over to Karen without a word and she scurries to replace it, looking sheepish.
“Hot Matt says hello,” Foggy says, uselessly.
“You didn’t ask him out?” Karen asks.
“Someone else answered. A woman. She answered because he was getting out of the shower. You know why people take showers with company over?”
“Yes, I—”
“Because they just got through having sex with company! That’s why!”
“I know, Foggy. I know.”
“He picked up some girl at the fundraiser,” Foggy says, burying his face in his hands. “I told you he was straight!”
“Again, you also sleep with women sometimes and that doesn’t make you straight.”
“Still, it’s answer enough, isn’t it?”
Karen crosses her arms over her chest. “What did he say?”
“When?”
“When you just talked to him for five minutes! Did he spend that whole time talking about how much he loves exclusively hooking up with women?”
“No, he said…he said I was sweet,” Foggy says, fully aware of how pathetic he sounds. “And to call if I’m ever in New York.”
“Really?” Karen exclaims.
“He wants to grab drinks and ‘talk shop,’ okay? It’s nothing to get excited over.”
“Aren’t you always complaining that your dates are terrible because all you can talk about is work and they get bored of it?" she asks, unimpressed with his excuses. "Talking shop is, like, your favorite thing, Foggy!”
“I don’t think he meant it that way. Not with a woman he’d just slept with right there.”
“I don’t think so either,” Karen says, nodding sagely. “But you know, the door is open.”
“What door?”
She gestures vaguely into the middle distance, trying to articulate something. “The door to…something more!”
“Karen Page: Poet Laureate,” Foggy says, with a grin, before she leans over and punches his shoulder.
“I’m serious,” she says, getting off the bed. “I think you’re in his thoughts now.”
The idea of it makes Foggy weirdly pleased, though he doesn’t say so. There’s just some vindictive satisfaction to it. If he’s going to be thinking of Matt, it’s only fair that Matt thinks of him, even if it’s not in the same way or with the same frequency. It’s not the same as having his feelings returned, but there’s a glow to it nonetheless and it's enough to give him the most dangerous thing of all: hope.
#this is shaping up to be the shortest part of the series so enjoy it while you can#would love for posting fic to AO3 and tumblr not to be an enormous time suck that fills me with dread but that seems unlikely#HOW DO I EVEN TAG THINGS??? I'D LIKE TO KNOW#can't yall just psychically find my fic so i don't have to worry about this#anyway here's wonderwall#daredevil#foggy nelson#matt murdock#karen page#mattfoggy#matt x foggy#karen foggy friendship is also crucial to this part of the story#in case that's your jam#the west wing au#homelywenchsociety#that's my writing tag! don't worry about it!#series: a more perfect union
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[my zenith au] "White" was seated behind Nnoitra, the Espada's hair i his pale hands, black claws carding through, braiding it loosely. They hadn't really spoken when he had come upon Hueco Mundo to take charge of the vast space the desert had to offer. Sure White didn't speak to anyone unless it was something important, but he commanded quite the respect from the remaining Espada that stayed around. // hi <3
NO FUCKING WAY. As if he would turn his back to a THREAT. Deciding on reiatsu alone whether or not White's strength was something he should be wary of, was hard. Nnoitra had no problems turning his back to those he did not think of as a threat. There were hardly any STRONG Hollow left in Hueco Mundo now, so Nnoitra had little to worry about. White's reiatsu was strange to him, and so he naturally didn't TRUST him.
Nnoitra wasn't going to accept White as his KING. He wasn't going to be ruled by any Hollow ( or Shinigami for that matter ). He'd followed Aizen because he'd believed the Shinigami would lead him to certain death. Now... He wasn't sure what would make him follow someone.
White had hardly even spoken to him. It seemed that the surviving Espada respected him, and yeah, maybe Nnoitra would do that too - but there was a limit. He would prefer to keep him at a safe distance.
Letting him touch his hair was obviously out of the question.
#opscurus#[ WELPPPPP ]#[ nnoitra definitely is not relaxed enough around him to allow this ]#[ such a strong person behind his back.. he would be too paranoid for that ]#[ ESPECIALLY after fighting kenpachi ]#[ RIP ]#[ and he's not fond of intimate touches like having his hair touched so ]#[ YEAH you'd have to be close to him for him to allow that ]#[ since they haven't interacted much yet xD we need more development first !! ]#[ but thank you for the ask! :O ]#[ i'd love to write more with you in this au !! ]#despair for me. ╱ in character.#talking shit. ╱ answers.#the praying mantis. ╱ canon verse.
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I've been mostly writing one of my Monster High AU's one-shots lately, I just can't get enough of the AU rn
This one's pretty much my take on Frankie's first week at a public school since they've been homeschooled most of their life (as well as a few establishment scenes with their father and junk) and maybe it's the projection in me or maybe it's the whole Stitcherella thing from the Scary Tales line that gave me the idea but my Frankie does knitting and crocheting as their hobby, they also know how to sew but don't consider themselves a professional at it lol
I imagine with Clawdeen being a fashion designer and all that, Frankie would collab with her on different outfits and just generally make cute shirts and sweaters, hats and cardigans, etc. etc. for her friends :') Like Frankie's love language in every capacity is gift giving 100%
Also my Frankie uses she/they as they're much closer to G1 Frankie, I've loved the idea of nonbinary Frankie since before G3 announced their take, and since I haven't seen too much G3
The AU is mostly based on G1 but there's some things I swiped from G3 like ASD Twyla, having Deuce and the other mansters be more prominent characters instead of being "the boyfriends," and on the more controversial end, Heath being Hades's son -- LIKE HELLO??? RICH BOY HEATH THAT HAS BARELY ANY RIZZ??? ADDING MORE MORE TO THE GREEK MYTHOS SIDE OF THE STORY??? PLEASE XDDDD
#My Heath is literally just his G1 self but add the expectations that he'll be ruling part of the Underworld with his dad#And you get the DRAMA and the ANGST but he's still a clown that pulls no ghouls except for Abbey HAHAHA#But yeah getting back on topic#FRANKIE#I love them so much god dammit#If I had a dollar for every time I had to stop myself from taking ppl calling Frankie annoying personally#I'd be a rich bitch :'D XDDDD#I can't wait to go more in depth with this AU#monster high#monster high au#fanfic writing#linposts
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