#AU: Abigail

[krikeymate]

And Bleeding, I Gamble with All I have Left (Selfish Aching Memories; Turn Around, Remember it All)

Abigail AU - Chapter 1: The Dropoff

Samantha Carpenter – Sam to… well, everyone, and Ghost to… well, a certain circle – sits behind the wheel of a landscaping van – poorly wrapped, but for good reason – and for the first time in a long time, questions her life choices.

She doesn’t usually do this.

Dwell.

It doesn’t do any good. It doesn’t change anything.

Her life is what it is, there’s no point thinking about it or getting upset about it.

She usually doesn’t.

But tonight…

Tonight, something feels different.

The air feels colder, the silence seems to ring in her ears. Twitchy fingers tap against the steering wheel. A leg bounces, smacking against the dash over and over.

She shouldn’t be here – in the van. That’s not her role. That’s for Landrover – Landry. He’s the driver.

But not tonight.

For some reason, tonight it’s her.

Richie was adamant about it this time, unusually firm. All orders no answers. If he thinks he’s getting lucky later, he’s in for a surprise.

As she stares out the window, glancing around the immaculately manicured hedges and flower beds, she listens, making out the distant tinkling of running water – no doubt some ostentatious fountain or water feature, if the rest of the decoration of this proverbial mansion is anything to go by. There’s no movement, no other sounds, yet Sam can’t help but feel watched.

There’s nobody here, except– well, them.

She knows that. They made sure of it. That’s the whole point. They’re here because the house is empty, the homeowner off on vacation, staff and all.

Empty and ripe for the picking.

This wouldn’t ordinarily be the type of place the Faceless go snooping around. The rewards are big, sure, but so are the risks.

They haven’t gotten this far by taking big risks.

But tonight is different.

They were made an offer they couldn’t refuse: retrieve a package from here, take it there.

Simple. Easy.

That’s what Richie had said anyway. It would be simple and easy and they’d all get a vacation of their own once this is all over with the amount they’ll get paid.

It wasn’t a very convincing speech. Not to Sam. The others bought it of course, the idiots. They never think, never wonder.

Maybe that’s why Sam is being punished, for asking questions.

He says that’s part of the reason he loves her, because she asks questions, because she’s smart.

But how smart can she really be when she’s caught up in all of this?

Sometimes, after a job, she’ll lie awake watching the sun rise behind thin curtains and think about getting out, about going legit, of doing something with her life.

The dream never lasts long. She falls asleep and remembers that she’s nothing, that she has nothing. That this is what she was made for, all she was ever going to achieve. It’s in her blood, and it’s the way she’ll live until the day she’s caught or in the ground.

The darkest part of her hopes it’s the latter, anything to avoi–

THUMP.

The gang are back.

Enough dreams, back to reality.

She’s turning the key in the ignition when she hears more thumping from the back, grunting, a struggle.

“Oh you have got to be-”

The passenger door is ripped open and Richie throws himself into the seat, a scowl on his bloody face.

Sam’s frozen, watching him as he slams the door shut. After several seconds of no movement, he turns that scowl on her instead.

“Well?! Go!”

He sounds pissed off, angry and ready to take it out on anyone who gets in his way.

She doesn’t need telling twice. She hates when he gets in that mood.

She’s feeling a bit angry herself.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me the package was a person?!”

“What does it matter?!” he growls back, “what’s done is done, it’s easy money!”

“It fucking MATTERS!”

Sam breathes heavily through her nose, trying to calm the rising fury within her.

She’s always had a temper. She and Richie are alike like that. A match made in hell, and right now, her flames are ready to erupt.

Just who does he think he is!

Manhandling the gearstick into position, Sam starts to drive.

If Landry had been the one behind the wheel, he’d have sped from the estate, wheels squealing and waking the neighbourhood, like they were in some sort of heist movie and not real life.

But Sam has a brain, and drives the normal way, like normal people going about their normal business and not fucking kidnapping someone.

She can’t believe he’s done this to her. He knows, he fucking knows. About her past, about her stance, about her goddamn morals.

She could kill him for putting her in this position.

There’s a scoff from beside her, but Sam doesn’t take her glare from the tarmac. If she looks at him, she might just drive them all into a ditch, and not because she can’t keep to a straight road.

She doesn’t give Richie the satisfaction of her attention, no matter how much he fidgets and huffs in his seat.

They’ll make the drive in silence.

Okay, well Sam makes the drive in silence.

Richie is too in love with his own voice to shut up for more than five minutes. There was a time when Sam loved it too.

It didn’t last long.

Sam – ever the professional – does her job, even while the rest of the present crew decide they’re home free; she follows the pre-programmed sat nav to the drop off point, watching the mirrors for tails like a hawk, while Richie whines excuses about why she should forgive him for this deception. While he makes it out to be no big deal Sam.

Just another betrayal in a long line and a long history.

Maybe this time she won’t forgive, maybe this is her sign to make a change.

She poses the question to the sky, but as ever, it doesn’t answer back.

God had never cared for Samantha Carpenter.

On earth however, headlights flash in the wingmirror. Deliberate, a message.

They want to be seen.

The rest of the group have joined them.

From the erratic way the sleek and far too expensive to be low-key vehicle – if you ask Sam (nobody asked Sam) – behind them drives, Sam can instantly tell it’s the Princess driving, and not the Geek.

Charlie’s such a pushover.

The car speeds ahead into the dark, going dangerously fast and with no idea where it’s going.

It leaves her grinding her teeth, and she spends the remainder of the 90-minute drive fuming.

Gravel crunches beneath the tyres as Sam pulls the van down an outrageous driveway, estate just as gaudy and over the top as the last.

God she fucking hates rich people.

(She thinks of her mother. She hates her most of all.)

She makes the mistake of accidentally meeting Richie’s eyes as she slips from the vehicle. He takes it as forgiven and waggles his eyebrows at the mansion before them, as if it isn’t some grotesque display of wealth.

Sam bites her tongue, slamming the door shut and turning away instead, heading for the back of the van.

She needs to see what they’ve done.

…It’s even worse than she thought.

This wasn’t just a kidnapping, she realises, eyeing the limp body Vince is slinging over his shoulder. It’s a goddamn child!

A whistle from beside her makes her flinch.

Fucking Richie.

“Out cold, huh?”

Vince nods back, “had to tranq her, damn kid would not stay down!”

Sam feels sick.

She twists her head at the footsteps behind them, the Princess and the Geek joining them.

“That’s it?” Quinn questions, dubious. “Someone’s gonna pay 50 mil for that runt of a girl?”

Sam can’t believe what she’s hearing. Is everybody insane but her?!

“Okay, hold up!” she demands, hands rising of her own accord. “Did everybody fucking know about this but me?!”

“Look, babe–” Richie starts, but he quickly withers under her glare.

The others say nothing, eyes fixed anywhere but her, silence telling her everything she needs to know.

“What’s done is done,” Vince grunts, shifting the kid further up his shoulder and walking towards the mansion.

Ahead of them, a black SUV opens its doors.

Two men in suits and sunglasses, the very definition of henchmen, open the back and help a woman from the seat.

She’s tall and well dressed, glamourous and striking, and she and her companions walk into the building without even a glimpse towards them. Unconcerned. Confident. Knowing.

Sam wonders just what the fuck they’ve gotten themselves into.

“Hey, isn’t that the lady off the TV?” Landry chirps to his sister.

“The one you have a massive crush on?” Quinn sneers back at him.

With a final glance at the sky, Sam sends it one big fuck you, and heads inside.

[thecryptidcemetery]

ergm what if murder family fishing trip

[abovesn4kes]

Totally forgot to post the rest of these designs here! More to follow soon :-)

Doodles below!

[reinfalllz]

Stardew Valley Cowboy AU !!!! 🤠🤠

reformed gangster Abigail becomes Pelican Town's sheriff — with local town hero Alex appointed as her deputy.

And we have The Midnight Gang, Abby's former group. They cause shenanigans around Abigail's town to lure her back into the 'dark' side, sometimes it works.

[agathah]

Abigail in her murder daughter era

This is just a concept I did for fun, a parallel reality where she lived and nurtured her dark side hehe

PRINTS on my fixed post 🫶

[aouiaa]

hii can you please do an abby x reader where Manny throws a party at the WLF stadium and abby and her gf go and her gf gets quite drunk and when she gets drunk she gets clingy and it’s just cute and fluffy and stuff.

if not don’t stress 💐💐

❝ HOW ABOUT THAT OFFER ? ❞ — ABBY ANDERSON

warnings and disclaimers, dealer!abby, alcohol consumption, usage of pet names (babe, pretty), descriptions of types of drunks, abby being so mm (need her).

TAPE THE MOUTH SHUT, i couldn’t resist the chance to scooch in the amazing dealer trope. i meannn, who doesn’t love her? I DO, MUAHAHA. keep sending requests! i love getting requests, or asks in general. just read my rules AND don’t be weird. OKAYYAYAABYEYEE

A firm knock on the wooden, painted door interrupts the participants inside. the music, once a mere background noise, now assaults your ears as the door opens and manny stands there, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. after greeting abby with dab, the two of you step into the room, the space seems to shrink as groups of people mill about, mingling together. the thick air, laden with the combined scents of sweat and weed, assaults your senses.

The tension in the air calls for some liquid courage, barely letting abby mingle with her own crowd, you practically drag her towards the makeshift alcohol table, where you promptly pour a random assortment of shitty, cheap liquor into a solocup. abby, who’s barely registering how she even got it there, notices your witch’s concoction, and laughs, leaning close enough so you can hear her over the music. "you sure you wanna drink that?" she taunts playfully.

In response, you scoff, rolling your eyes as you defiantly pour the chaser into the cup. "i can handle my liquor just fine, abby." you assure her, unamused. she immediately leans back, putting her hands up in a playful gesture of surrender "alright, alright," she laughs, "just saying ‘cause last time..." her voice trails off into laughter as you let out a exasperated sigh.

As the night wore on, so did the consumption, making the atmosphere becomes more carefree. it was cup after cup as you soon feel that familiar warm, fuzzy feeling that signals your transition to “that type of drunk.”

Everyone knows there are distinct of drunken personas: the aggressive, rowdy, and affectionate. as for you, the affection is on full display as you shower the apples of the blonde’s cheeks with kisses, dispensing them like a sprinkler sprinkling a flowerbed.

Abby, taking on the role of the caregiver for the evening sticks by your side at arms length. seated on a couch in the far corner of the main room, you purchase a spot on her lap, head resting on her shoulder with your arm flung around her neck while your other hand gently holds a half-empty cup of tonight’s libations. one of her lean, strong arms is wrapped around your waist, acting as your anchor.

Occasionally, between conversations with manny, she checks on you. this time is no exception, a strong tingling feeling resonates down your body from the touch of her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "lemme know when you're ready to head out, alright, pretty?" pressing a kiss to your cheek which makes you whinge, burying your face into the crook of her neck, flushed.

The thought of escaping this crowded scene and snuggling into the warmth of your fluffy pajamas, ensconced in the embrace of your plush bed, was tempting. but a guilty pleasure at best. you knew that abby's presence was strictly for business, parties merely transactions for her trade.

Over the course of the past three hours, a steady flow of people approached the two of you, each one slipping her money before muttering a brief ‘thanks’ and disappearing into the masses.

When money talked, you wouldn’t dare silent it.

It’s why you haven’t confirmed your submission, maybe the booze was talking, but all you really wanted to do was be coddled by your gentle giant. it’s not anything different than what it was three minutes ago. from afar, someone shouted her name, summoning her services. abby acknowledged the call, quickly murmuring, "i’l be back." before waving manny over to keep an eye on you.

It should have taken no more than a minute, perhaps a minute and a half if the asshole was particularly awkward. but that additional thirty seconds felt like an eternity of separation from her. you shook your head, pressing your body against hers as if your proximity alone could make her stay.

“no, stay here.” you sulk, abandoning the cup within milliseconds and wrap your arms tightly around her neck.

She chuckles, enclosing your body in a warm embrace. "but, i’ll be gone for a minute, tops." she promises.

Frustrated, you give her your best puppy eyes, questioning. “why can’t they just come over here?” shortly adding the dramatic proclamation, "i’ll die in those sixty seconds." that she knows you mean. with a heavy sigh and zero hesitation, she looks up at the guy waiting for her, then shakes her head dismissively before returning her attention back to you.

“okay, okay,” she hushes you, “i’m right here, babe.” she says, kissing your forehead and shifting in more comfortable position to embrace you. resting her head on yours and utters the only good thing that has came out of her mouth tonight.

“how about that offer?”

requests are open, don’t be shy :3

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[fshfish]

modern rdr ive been cooking

[omgwhatchloe]

sometimes you need a break from sad and need to imagine modern au gang having a nice picnic in which they did not invite dutch or micah (who is convincing dutch hes being betrayed right now)im thinking

dutch: they’re probably all out there now…talking to those agents…taking the bribes…

then the camera cuts to arthur sketching bill and cain, who are playing at the other side of the field

hosea is aggressively applying sunscreen to sean because he wont put it on himself

lenny is reading and accidentally eating all the baby tomatoes that are meant for sandwiches

tilly and marybeth are making daisy chains while karen is asleep

john and jack are also asleep and john has wrapped his arms around jack, whos on his chest (abigail has taken 105 pictures and counting). they’ll be knocked out the whole time, they ate so much cookies and cheese and chips/crisps and cakes and sandwiches it was inevitable.

charles is laying on arthur and watching him sketch. hes not asleep though, hes just resting his eyes, trust me.

molly applied her sunscreen and is now getting the tan she deserves. she wonders why she feels so much calmer without dutch there.

there were horses in the nearby field so. you know what kierans up too.

after being attacked with sunscreen (hes irish and ginger, its for his own good) seans making his eighth sandwich with all the toppings. hes also telling everyone about when him and his da would go for picnics, and they find it quite wholesome so they dont stop him until he gets tearful.

sadie is eating strawberries and praying a horse kicks kieran or the farmer shoots him.

javier brought his guitar but hes eating, so he’ll play later. he cant even tell a story because his mouth is full of so much cookie.

miss grimshaw is protecting the food with her life from the pesky ants, seans legs when he constantly gets up and down, and lenny.

strauss is making the most ungodly food combos, he also had a picnic 20-30 years ago that ended in absolute trauma, so he’ll be sure to fill the gang in on that. lovely change from seans story.

uncle wasn’t invited. hes asleep somewhere in the field because he came anyway. he also took a box of cookies. (arthur thinks hes going crazy because he swore he bought another box but its nowhere to be found)

reverend is admiring the scenery, he finds it a good distraction for the early days of staying sober.

abigail is playing photographer for her kind of big instagram following shes not meant to have.

[krikeymate]

And Bleeding, I Gamble with All I have Left (Selfish Aching Memories; Turn Around, Remember it All)

Abigail AU - Prologue: Take Me Away

A girl stares through a window high up in her home.

She’s all alone, for once, building empty, silent, and devoid of life.

It’s so strange. She’s never left alone and free, and certainly not to roam the house all by herself.

Sister had said they were going to play a game.

She’s never really liked her games. They were always designed for her to lose, and when she loses, she’s punished.

But this time, her Sister had cupped her cheek and stroked it oh-so-softly and whispered that this was a reward, that her darling little sister had been so good and that she deserved a treat.

She’s ashamed at the way just the thought leaves her stomach twisting in anticipation, teeth gnashing together, desperate, hungry for it all to begin.

The girl knows her place, her role, in this little game of make-believe. It’s to sit in her Sister’s room, like it’s where she belongs, and wait.

Some strangers are going to come and take her away, and she’s to behave – to not tell them a thing, to keep their family secrets to herself, just like Sister trusts her to do.

She would never betray her Sister’s faith.

Sister says she’s not to make it too easy, that she has to act like she doesn’t want to go, like they’re not going to her new home. She knows it all, but they don’t.

They’re her gift.

But she only has until sunrise to enjoy it.

Frustrated, she growls. The night is well underway, and time is slipping around her. She wonders if this is another part of Sister’s games, to have a present be dangled before her but never reached.

It wouldn’t be the first time.

To her joy, a foreign sound finally reaches her ears, breaking the night. A car. Where it shouldn’t be.

Intruders.

A girl stares through a window high up in her home, adorned with a grin as she looks to the grounds below. Oblivious men scurry like mice into a hole, unaware of what awaits them on the other side.

[thecryptidcemetery]

MORE MURDER FAMILY CAMPING TRIP AU! reading tags on the last post made me giggle sm so i hope this one is enjoyed :3 I just want them to be happy ur honour…

[lieu-rey]

Artha Elizabeth Marston, born 1901. Nicknamed Beth, she was conceived by accident at a time when no children should be born. Her first 6 years of life were defined by instability and constant trouble that her father could not help but find.

At 10 years old, Beth is wild and short-tempered. It's a rarity to see her with shoes, clean clothes, and neat hair all at once. Loves to run, jump, and climb everything in her vicinity; "You must have bones of iron because it's a damn miracle you haven't broken one," her mother says.

Talkative and eager to learn, she's drawn to horses, but isn't good at riding; in spite of that, she's up for the challenge. Unlike her brother Jack, she hopes to run Beecher's Hope one day in their father's stead.

life at the ranch is good for three years...

but then comes the dreaded ending of rdr1. now, what is the marston siblings' plan?

[crispyanonart]

university au for @nutellix-eldarya - obviously Tumblr had to eat the ask :') sorry

Thank you for the fun ask 🖤 SO: I think we can all agree that Seb would be a computer science major, and for Sam too it would easily be Performing Arts/Musical Academy (and you know the dude had to fight for his life with Jodie to defend his choice lol). About Abby, I think she would also be in Performing Arts, but Theater instead of Music (I don't think she's as devoted specifically to music as Sam is). Alternatively she could study Geology! And not just for the meme, I think she would genuinely enjoy fieldwork trips // Anyway here's them after class in their cool little fits ✨

[soleildoesart]

1999 AU!

I have so many ideas for this and this will probably single handedly cure my art block. John, Abigail, Javier, and Bill are in an (obscure) band called Blackwater Massacre. John plays bass (obviously), Abigail and Javier are on guitars and sing, and Bill is on the drums. A song off their first and only album got some air time on a local station and now they’re convinced they’re gonna go big. John and Abigail’s constant fighting may or may not cause the band to eventually break up. Or maybe it’s the shit Dutch gets them involved in that leads to their downfall. Who knows. Wherever Dutch is involved so is the IRS.

(Also excuse the background it’s my first attempt at drawing one in a long while)

[barghest-arts]

WHOAH y'all really liked these TLT TikTok AUs huh?? Ok have some more

Part 1 / Part 3

[diavalkitty]

Hannibal x OTGW 🎃

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

RDR2 fantasy AU art dump

Grimshaw and Reverend get to be small class griffins because i thought the swanson pun was cute and i love goose grimshaw <3 i dont ship it but they share a unique little friendship what with them both being griffins. Susan tries to help Rev. so he can spend more energy helping himself rather than spend it all preening and etc. she wont go soft on him tho, she will wing smack him if needed of bump her spur against his butt.

Hosea is a manticore, tho he came out looking like an odd goat, cat, fox, lizard, scorpion vibes. He stands the same shoulder height as dutch but his shorter neck hangs lower.

He lost one horn from being captured and nearly killed by hunters in his youth. It was yet another reason he struggled to enjoy blending in with humans, even if he was a wonderful trickster and could blend in with humans easily (and he did try and live a human life alongside Bessie). Even after everything, he still keeps a level-headed approach to when the gang has conflicts with humans.

MARSTONS,!!!!! Currently only have designs for Abigail and Jack. John is just a lanky ratty werewolf with bad posture and even worse paternal skills.

abi is a vampire, but in this au that just means giant vampire creatures that can disguise as humans. Abigail, because of her orphan-childhood, her being forced to disguise as human and make money through prostitution, is almost always in her human form. The art depicts her as a bat for the sake of design exploration. She turns into her bat form when extremely stressed (like when jack goes missing). She has a lot of complex feelings about her son being resistant to living his childhood disguised as a human. She thinks he’ll be safer if he’s mistaken as human and ignores, as opposed to being hunted for being a mythical creature.

jack is a mix of bat and werewolf. As he got older, he grew more and more detached from his creature identity because his parents lived as humans (from 1899-1907, even to rdr1 and onwards). So many body issues and self hatred for being stuck between a bat and a wolf; for being stuck between human and monster.

( i love jack so much god please someone give him a happy ending)

And then one drawing of arthur that will likely change when we have a better idea of deer-taur lore and designs.

AU is a project between me and @eggsaladsweetie