#Fix-It AU

[fearwasalwaysanoption]

Capt. ████ Curly: Human Resources Consultant

Nurse Anya █████: Community Clinic Nurse

Daisuke ██████: Assistent Mechanic

Jimmy ██████: Inmate Patient

Swansea ████████: Independent Mechanic

(more information about the Au in a different post. probably)

[ominouspuff]

Babysitting

[zealfruity]

Got posessed by Domino Squad Lives AU emotions for the first time in a little while.

Idk where they are, but it sure is nice to vibe under the sun in some field with your bros, not having to worry about a war for once. Even just for a little while.

[reconstructwriter]

Star Wars Fix-it: The Holonet Edition

The well-bribed algorithms of the Holonet should have relegated Tookruta1387’s clip to the tender hearts of a few friends. The days of spontaneous viral posts – without credits to grease the wheels – died not long after the rise of megacorps in the Republic. But the poster was either lucky or savvy enough to play the algorithms because “Jedi Being Cold” exploded. Screens, conversation, even news. And their post was just the start of a trend…

“Jedi Being Cold”: An old transport ship, frost coating the inside of its windows. A corner swathed in a nest of robes. Within three padawans snuggle together, fast asleep. If they were cats they’d be purring. One is purring despite a lack of feline attributes. A hand nudges them with a datastick, only for it to float away to a cloud of similar items.

“Jedi Being Cold” part 2: A snow-covered lake. One knight finishes sculpting a realistic snow tiger. Two others Force push each other like hocky pucks across the ice. One goes flying towards the statue. An expression of ‘oh crap’. Incredible, Force- assisted acrobatics deftly avoids the sculpture but crashes right into the sculptor in a tangle of limbs, sending them skidding into a snow-bank. The third Jedi pokes their head into the many-limbed hole and gets snowballed for the trouble.

“Jedi Stealing Children”: A child at a slave auction. A robed figure swoops in like a hawk, slicing through chains with their lightsaber and ripping apart cages with the Force. The camera pans to one slaver Force shoved into a cage, clearly furious as the Jedi escapes with a whole crowd of people, many children.

“Jedi Stealing Children” becomes the title for 1287 pictures, clips and gifs before someone adjusts the algorithm. This makes them surprisingly hot commodities on the Dark Holo, especially the one with a Nautolan Master dramatically fleeing the capture attempts of a horde of children – ending in one dramatic arm reaching out as kids bury him

“Jedi As Warmongers”: A young Padawan, blood splattered, has a ‘does it get better’ look on their trembling face as they stare up at their Master. The Master is even grimier and gorier as they gather their Padawan up with an ‘I’m sorry but no’. The Padawan weeps and shakes, burying their face in their Master’s robes, who has silent tears down their face. In the background is a war zone.

“Jedi as Warmongers: part 2” Has war holomovie music playing in the background as the snap-thumm of a lightsaber echoes, vivid blue piercing the dark. The blade raises over something, is brought down…over a block of cheese and loaf of bread. The Jedi padawan gleefully declares: “Grilled Cheese for all!” The sound of sprinting footsteps is heard and a dramatic “Noooo,” from a Jedi Knight.

“Jedi as Warmongers: part 3”: The music has switched to aftermath of war horror, the kitchen looks like a cheese atomic bomb hit. The children are cleaning up and one wipes cheese with bread and pops it in their mouth: “grilled cheese for all!” An adult admonishes “You spit that out right now that’s not sanitary.” In the background the Jedi Knight is doing the same thing.

“Jedi Showing Off” Is Yoda’s contribution to this mess – which is just him going through an entire stack of photo-albums on his previous padawans. He opens the last book to Dooku the Padawan when Dooku the Master barges in: “Stop this indignity immediately!” The camera shows an intense close-up of someone’s palm. “Who even taught you how to operate holo-video? –” feed cuts off.

“Jedi Dignity”: Feed resumes from a different perspective as Master Dooku – previous camera still in hand – gives Yoda and several other watching Jedi a lecture on appropriate Holonet-posting behavior. “Not appropriate baby photos are?” Yoda asks, a card-shark’s spread of pictures with Dooku’s baby face. Dooku yanks them out of Yoda’s hands. “Not without m-the person’s permission!” Does a double-take. “Are you filming –?” Horrified glower. “Mace you traitor!” Video abruptly cuts off. Permanently this time.

Not even algorithm adjustments – and there are clearly several – can stop that from becoming viral. “Mace you traitor!” becomes slang for the latest generation. Mace himself rolls with it. Dooku attempts to entomb himself in the archives until this all blows over.

Actions may speak louder than words but memes speak loudest of all.

[helaenatargaryencore]

so randomly I came up with the idea to make a HOTD fix-it AU where Rhaenyra and Alicent marry and end up doing an IVF or something and each carry their respective children, and I plan on calling it "Keeping up with the Targtowwers" and just have them in different situations in each part and release new parts every Wednesday or Thursday like a sitcom or something lol

Let me know if you'd like to be tagged!

[letitrainathousandflames]

AU where instead of heading straight to palpatine's office after revealing to Mace he's a sith, Anakin drops by Padmé's and she pegs him so good she literally fucks the dark side out of him.

Boy gets post-nut clarity so good he just picks up the holocom of palpatine yelling "anakin! the jedi are attacking me in my office! you must save me from your friend Mace or he will kill me and you'll never be able to save your wife! :(" and Anakin is just "mmfphrrgh?"

Like he's still cross-eyed from whatever the fuck Padmé did to him in a fit of pregnancy hormone-driven lust and he cannot move or care about anything other than riding this sweet sweet high.

Meanwhile, Mace and Kit are beating the entire living shit out of Palpatine and handcuffing his ass for treason or something. I don't know. I think I thought too hard about Padmé wearing a strap and now im dizzy.

[holydust-conniseur]

some doodles and a WIP reference for adam in the fic we're writing, there's context to his wings being damaged as well as the face scar but that's spoilers so shhhh

[fandom-friday]

I’ve recced this once and I will rec it forever and ever. Crèche to Command by Boredom on AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44260162/chapters/111303760

It’s about Ahsoka starting a video series with the clone troopers explaining different aspects of command in the GAR. It picks up more and more attention from both everyone in the republic but also in the seperatist systems. Ahsoka starts making it a point to use the series to protect the clones and the clones start using it to protect the Jedi.

Basically all the chapters are long and I squeal every time it updates 100/10 recommend

WE LOVE FOREVER RECS ROUND THESE PARTS! It's always lovely to hear about a fic that just sticks with someone and is there go-to in any situation.

This is such a cool concept, and also something that I can absolutely see Ahsoka doing. We see a lot of Rex and the boys being protective older brothers, but I love the idea of Ahsoka being the younger sibling determined to do something helpful to protect her brothers. I also love the addition of the chat logs! That is such a neat idea!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

[genericficerblog]

TBB Appreciation Week Day 7

Here we go, Day 7: What if? The final day fanfics. The one that comes after this is a direct sequel, even though it's a Night Terrors prompt. @tbb-appreciation-week 2024 was OK with it when I checked with them on it. This story is now live on ff.net and AO3.

Oh, before I go, Content Warnings: Attempted coercion into NSFW acts. It's implied, but there's enough for Omega and Jax to pick it up. So read at your own risk. Also Canon-Typical Violence.

[mattorododo]

MOUTHWASHING SPOIL

Why are people caring about whether or not Anya’s gonna keep the baby? It’s not relevant in the story and the determination is ambiguous

-doesn’t get rescued (canon): Anya kills self and baby (definitely out of hopelessness)

-gets rescued/Jimmy doesn’t swerve ship: AMBIGUOUS (depending on what Jimmy does)

Nonetheless, people’s takes on this is dumb (no matter the side) because the story is a tragedy and has no implications of what the characters would do on a happy ending.

[fearwasalwaysanoption]

Mouthwashing Fix-it

supplement to these posts

very long explanation under cut (content warning: mentions of surgical procedures, stillbirth, and suicide attempts)

Curly- Skin grafts, rehab, right eye removed due to extensive damage. Has to take immunosuppressants for the rest of his life so his body doesn't reject the massive amounts of synthetic tissue. Eyelids were restored but have to be manually opened and closed, uses eye lubricant drops for any additional dryness.

Took the brunt of the blame for the crash, now a permanent stain on his reputation. The publicity of the incident died down in less than a week, but still makes it hard to find work (especially with his disabilities). Massive survivor's guilt and internalized ableism. Now that he can do most things himself, he hates asking for help. He doesn't want to seem weak, he wants to seem in control.

Hops around from job-to-job, typically in a management position but leaves once it becomes too familiar.

Anya- Treated with acetylcysteine, but liver damage was too extensive and had to be replaced robotically with a synthetic one. Embryo died in utero from paracemetol poisoning and was removed. Also has to take immunosuppressants so her body does not reject the new liver.

Somehow acquired a job at a clinic despite not at all having the credentials and is dreading the day they figure that out. In the meantime living paycheck-to-paycheck and swimming in debt.

Went through one painful and traumatic suicide attempt and would not want to take the chances of having to go through that again. Still incredibly anxious and not in a good place but clings to that hope she can get herself out of this rut. One of the only things keeping her going is the knowledge that she is helping people and in some little way making life better.

Daisuke- Skin grafts and extensive biodegradable stitching, especially in his face. Minimal reconstructive surgery to fix his nasal passage. Right eye is completely opaque from traumatic injury.

Not as joyful as he used to be, a lot more dark humoured but retains his optimism. Cautious, has matured quite a bit and is just trying to live his life. The collective trauma from the Tulpar makes it hard to connect with his peers and he only really wants to hang out with his former crew. Trying to make a name for himself and do something with his life, co-founded his and Swansea's independent mechanic business.

Does more manual labour on the side to help keep the business running.

Jimmy- Bullet and bone fragments removed, entered zygomatic bone barely avoiding the eye and exiting through the left mandible. Damaged tissue and teeth removed, in a coma for several months with reconstructive internal surgery to his skull.

Charged with attempted murder, reckless endangerment, and sexual assault. However the court deemed him unable to stand trial and committed him to a psychiatric institution for high risk individuals. Has been sent to solitary more times than he can count or cares to and is on suicide watch.

He's forced to take antipsychotics and has no control over anything in his life besides doing what he is told so he can get the hell out of this place. In the meantime he can reevaluate and be alone with his thoughts (a punishment i would not bestow upon my worst enemy).

Curly and Daisuke visit him sometimes because they still genuinely care about him and want him to get better. But their visits get less and less frequent every time. When they finally stop coming... who will he have left to blame for his circumstances?

Swansea- Bullets and fragments removed, right eye was too badly damaged to save and was removed. Clavicle plating applied to help solidify the shattered bone.

Similar case to Daisuke. Owns the independent mechanic business as well as doing random jobs to get more money. Family life is in pieces and is on the brink of a divorce with his wife but too drunk to really care. Preoccupies himself with work and alcohol to forget his miserable situation and money troubles. The only thing keeping him from drinking himself to death lying in a gutter is that he'd leave such a burden on Daisuke that the kid does not need any more of.

[ominouspuff]

A continuation of: Repurposing GAR armor towards the end of pulverizing wrinkly Sith — A guide by CC-1010, ecstatically-ex-marshal commander of Coruscant

(I have so many different versions but these are truest to the idea)

ver. 1 — Marshal Commander Fox: In Thrall

ver. 2 — Savoring V-Day Like A Fine, Blood-Red Wine

[zealfruity]

"We all know what we have to do."

Here are the dominoes in their current AU designs! This took me way too long and the reason why is pretty much entirely because of the lineart.

Original picture I redrew this from, lineart, and flat colours below.

[mwolf0epsilon]

🌪️🌪️🌪️

🌪️Sum up a WIP with a few fic tropes/Ao3 tags:

Lo Ruyot (Into the Past)

#Time Travel Fix-It

#That's Not How The Force Works (Star Wars)

#Everyone has Issues/Everyone needs a Hug

[trixree]

At first, attempting to dredge up anything from his life before “the Accident” feels like staring headfirst into a blizzard in search of a single white rabbit. What the hell is he supposed to even see? Would he even know it if he was looking right at it? 

It’s all just an empty storm—some nameless emotion that twists his chest and burns in his belly like fire or fear, or maybe both; and the inexplicable urge to smile. 

Even his name takes ages to return. (His voice takes even longer.)

The kind people that brought him from the brink of death keep saying "You've been in a terrible accident," but right around the same time that Rosinante reclaimed his name from the blizzard in his brain, he also reclaimed knowledge about what bullet scars look like. Rosinante has far too many of those to call anything he’s suffered “accidental.” (He has scars that he can’t identify; scars that terrify him to look at, that seem to have belonged to this body far longer than he has).

He starts thinking of the kind townspeople as "the kind civilians" at about the same time; it's the only word Rosinante has for the "myself" and "them" distinction that explains the easy, comfortable way they walk, their lack of fear, their non-existent defenses—bodies not marked with scars and made for war. 

Rosinante wishes he could remember what fucking war he was fighting. Unfortunately, his body is more concerned with remembering how to breathe on its own, how to digest food, how to lift a cup of water to his own mouth under his own power. 

The passing of time hardly means much to him. His recovery comes at a crawling pace with a grueling mental cost. The civilians who care for him are patient and kind, more compassionate than he can even stand to be with himself. He never shares his name with them—never says more than a “thank you”; he isn’t much of a conversationalist—but the nurses start calling him Uncle, even though he's just one of their many patients, unique only in his anonymity. 

As those initial months spent insensate in a coma turn into weeks spent awake turn into months, and then even years, Rosinante manages to piece together fragments of a life he must have lived once. The ever-climbing sum of time since he awoke from his “Terrible Accident” fills him with a deep, fathomless dread. He doesn't know why, only that there's something he's got the feeling he's forgetting. Go figure: a rabbit in a snowstorm.

There's a boy somewhere in the blizzard; Rosinante's white rabbit. He can't recall the boy's name for the life of him. 

He can recall big, dark eyes ringed purple with exhaustion. He can recall tiny, pale hands that trembled uncontrollably with stiff knuckles and chewed-up nails. He can recall already-pale skin losing pigment in ever-growing, always-spreading patches, eventually creeping up a too-thin neck and peeking out from underneath gaping sleeves. His boy was sick. His boy was also very angry. 

He doesn’t know his boy's voice, but he knows the furrow in that little brow better than he knows his own face in the mirror. He knows that his kid would scream and shout himself hoarse at the slightest provocation, even when he was far too tired to carry on like that without literally exhausting himself. He remembers visiting doctor after doctor with his boy, looking for help. He remembers being turned away, time and time again, with varying degrees of fear and even outright hatred. On some days, he can’t help but look at his own loyal care-takers and think, “what have you done to him?” despite knowing that they’ve done nothing but help and keep him alive and well in what must amount to a rather thankless job otherwise. They did nothing to his kid, Rosinante is certain. Any failing here feels inexorably his own.

It eats at him every day that he still breathes that Rosinante does not know his boy’s name anymore and cannot say what happened to him. He knows in the deepest part of himself that he would have done anything in the world to protect his child. He would have died happily for that boy. 

For longer than Rosinante cares to admit even to himself, that’s all he can say. 

And then one day, one of the nurses brings in a newspaper that gets passed around the ward for the usual entertainment value—crosswords, advice columns, and those little comics that they put in the back with the printed advertisements. (Rosinante likes the advice columns, especially those which are about others’ misfortunes in romance.)

It just so-happens that this week’s paper drops a photograph of Donquixote Doflamingo's broken body in the wreckage of Dressrosa right into Rosinante’s lap. 

(There was more than a rabbit out in that storm.) 

_______________________

Law repels the News Coo like oil on water. And although Law is the Captain of their esteemed vessel, it is Bepo who receives the mail when the Polar Tang breaks surface. For reasons unknown to Bepo, the News Coo are adamant that Law is to be avoided at all costs. They will fly out of their way to avoid landing anywhere within the Captain’s glaring radius. 

And of course, Bepo has asked why! He just has no idea what the News Coo mean by “toxic vibes”; perhaps it's an idiom? 

Their commitment to pretending Law does not exist has to be commended, though it does lead to some rather awkward situations for Bepo as the de-facto Mail Bear of the Polar Tang. He could have lived his whole life never knowing Shachi’s preferences in illicit magazine subscriptions, but alas… The mail must be delivered. 

Law rarely receives things directly in the mail. He retains first dibs on all newspapers before he passes them on to Jean Bart, and after Jean Bart is done with the paper it's free grabs for the rest of them—the front-page announcement of Doflamingo’s fall has a place of honor, framed in gold in the Polar Tang’s galley. He also maintains a few subscriptions to a surgical journal or two, but Law ultimately prefers to communicate with their allies via DenDen to avoid compromising any intel. 

But today, Law has received a letter. Bepo doesn’t think Law has ever received a letter; Law has been his Captain for a very long time, now. 

There is no return address on the simple brown envelope, comically small in Bepo’s large paws. Trafalgar D. Water Law, Captain of the Heart Pirates is written in neat, tall script with black ink. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Who is this from?” Bepo asks the News Coo, which shoots him a long-suffering look down the length of their beak as if to say, “Really? You’re asking me?” 

“Right, right,” he sheepishly grumbles. “You wouldn’t know. Sorry.” 

(For a moment, Bepo wonders whether it is from Strawhat before he comes to his senses and asks whether or not he truly believes that the other pirate Captain can even read, let alone write so legibly.)

Bepo expects that Law will just tell him when Bepo hands the letter over with a cheery, “For you, Cap’n! Who’s it from?”

Law just raises an eyebrow before shrugging and opening it. This is a good sign! If it was a secret, he’d just tell Bepo to go stick his nose somewhere else.

But Law’s face flushes nearly as pale as Bepo’s fur as he begins to read, some expression blooming across his face in slow-motion that Bepo cannot name. His dark eyes take in the contents quickly before he reads it again and again, still not saying a word.

“This came in with the rest of it? Like usual?” Law croaks. His voice is hoarse like he’s been shouting at Strawhat Luffy's crew for hours. 

“Yes, just like normal. Are you alright, Law?” Bepo asks. “What is it?” 

When Law finally looks up at him, tearing his unreadable gaze from the single-page note to meet Bepo’s eyes, Bepo sees that his Captain is crying. 

“I need to go to Rubeck Island.” 

So Bepo takes him. What more could he do with Law looking at him like that? 

__________________________

Rosinante was not expecting him to come. Why would he? What could Rosinante possibly have to offer him thirteen years too late? Thirteen years dead? Any apology he could offer—and he’d sat down to write thousands of them—would be meaningless in the face of everything Law has endured in his name. 

Law. 

Nonetheless, Rosinante knows the very instant Trafalgar D. Water Law enters the hospital, long before Law even comes to his room. He is not so frail as to have lost all of his Haki, and there is not a shred of doubt in his mind that the presence he feels must belong to the famed “Surgeon of Death.” Who else with a presence like that would come here?

When Law does come to him, Rosinante does not see him until Law is well and ready. Rosinante is waiting as patiently as he can in the rec room with a book he hasn’t read a single word out of when he finally realizes that the room has gradually emptied of all other occupants over time—patients and nurses alike—and he's placed the single entrance and exit to the room behind him.

A deep, rumbling voice says, “Room,” just as the observation really processes and an eerie blue light swells to encompass the space. Rosinante knows who is standing behind his chair. He knew even before his boy spoke.

“You have one chance to give me a reason to believe you are who you say you are, or I’ll kill you," Law says. His voice is steel without a hint of give. It's the best thing Rosinante has ever heard in his life.

When Rosinante turns around, he does so slowly, like he’s afraid Law will startle and disappear if he moves too fast. He doesn’t stand—doesn’t want him to feel crowded. No matter how many times he’d told himself—promised himself, even—that if Law ever came, he would keep it together, the moment Rosinante lays his eyes on his boy, all grown up, he begins to cry. 

Law got tall. He’s a skinny thing, still, with that same silly hat and those same dark, tired eyes. For all that he is different, the expression on his face is the exact same expression Rosinante remembers from the day he nearly died—his boy looking up at him with desperate fury as Rosinante told him he loved him as if it could ever make up for dying and leaving him alone again. 

“Calm,” he says tearily, throwing up a sound-barrier and answering the question all at once. 

________________________

Law’s eyes are just the same as he remembered: big, dark, and smudged purple underneath with too little sleep. He’s just as painfully expressive as he was as a child, wearing his embarrassment, pride, humor, and even his anger just as familiarly as he always had. Those tiny, pale hands that once trembled uncontrollably are now hands that spell out DEATH and are surgeon-steady, swordsman calloused. His boy was sick, but has healed. Recovered. Covered his body in ink, named his crew “Heart”, and found himself a family in a crew of misfits. 

“I’m so, so proud of you,” Rosinante tells his child, now a man, and means it not for the revenge Law won them—won for them both, and all of Doffy’s victims, too—but for living. 

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For @legendary-chemistry!!! I know you said specifics didn't matter but I made the mistake of thinking about it too hard and Sabo'd your Corazon. Oops

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[letitrainathousandflames]

AU where whatever the fuck was that thing Nala Se injected Fives with on the way to coruscant makes him have a panic attack instead of getting aggressive so rather than get off the ship to talk to palpatine and be goaded into attacking him, Fives just backs himself to a corner and refuses to leave.

He only allows Kix to get any closer and Kix takes 0.3 seconds to notice that holy kriff, his vod's eyes are blown wider than those of a person hopped on deathsticks, no way we can clear him out until he either processes or is purged of whatever the hell is fucking him up like that and wait a minute what is that empty hypo vial doing there? And it takes him like 0.1 second to connect the dots and say yeah, that kaminoan isn't allowed anywhere near my trooper until we clear out wtf is happening.

Palpatine is getting confused as to why his chosen scapegoat is taking so long to come up to his office and gets a very apologetic call from Rex saying that they won't be able to bring him over to say The Very Important Thing he'd been meaning to say, but don't worry sir, we're bringing him to the medbay back at base but don't worry, generals Skywalker and Kenobi will oversee everything until Fives is back on his feet and ready to talk.

Palpatine frantically hangs up on him and calls up Nala Se demanding an explanation as to why Fives isn't drugged into Anger 2 and ready to punch him and make himself a target and erase any doubts cast upon him.

The thing is, Nala Se can't pick up due to Rex holding her at blaster point and asking, in the sweetest faux-polite tone "why the kriff does the Chancellor of the Republic seems to have you, a random cloning scientist, on speed dial? And why is he calling you exactly right now? :)"