#Soups Demolition AU

[fluffallamaful]

I am ALWAYS here for tummy tickles. Elaborate?

ok ok ok ok ok thank you thank you thank you!! so there’s multiple scenerios that come to mind, but here’s one from Soups Demolition AU

went a bit ham :D (below)

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concept (Demolition AU):

i’m imaging squeaky floor boards and flickering shadows as a few of the guards enter dream’s wooden shack one night. dream is asleep on the couch, a woollen blanket covering most of his body, with one of his legs out and resting up on the arm rest. one of his arms is draped over his body, the other is over his face. his body is dimly lit by the warm glow of a burning candle.

the guards have entered to check on him, as well as deliver him his dinner. they haven’t seen any movements in the shack all day, and they almost feel bad about interrupting such a soft atmosphere. it’s the most relaxed they’ve seen dream in weeks.

immediately, one of them points out that he hasn’t eaten his dinner or breakfast from last night or this morning. it’s still sitting on the kitchen table from when it was delivered. they have no choice but to wake him.

he stirs a little when one of them brushes through his hair, eyes fluttering open and arm slipping down from his face. he flinches when he sees them all staring down at him, and then groans when they tell him that they’re just checking in on him. can’t they just leave him alone??

they gently pry away his blanket and remind him of his food. he seems disinterested. he tells them he’s not hungry. his stomach rumbles. they tell him that part of him disagrees. he flinches when they poke at his tummy

they try convince him to sit up and at least have some of the meal that they had brought for him today. it’s a steak and carrot stew. it smells delicious. he stubbornly declines and tries to pull back his blanket, hiding himself under his pillow when he fails. his stomach rumbles again.

one of the guards wiggles a finger over his tummy and playfully tells him that he should listen to his belly. dream’s skin twitches and jumps but it doesn’t get a reaction more than that, not until the guard adds in a couple more wiggly fingers.

theres a gasp beneath the pillow, followed by silence as dream’s stomach sucks in to hold his breath. his skin flutters and twitches as the guard slowly scratches at the skin. there’s a few soft coos from the others watching. a swipe to the belly button results in another gasp, and then a few wiggles on his lower stomach breaks dream enough for tiny muffled giggles to escape from under the pillow

the guards ask if dream’s tummy might be trying to tell him something else. they start squeezing at the sensitive skin. dream hugs his pillow tight to his face and squirms. his foot thumps against the armrest. they point out that dream really should listen to his tummy more, it clearly wants attention. one of them tries to pull the pillow away and dream’s knuckles go white with how much he fights it. he can feel how warm the pillow is from his cheeks.

they start playfully sympathising with his tummy, referring to it as though it has the ability to listen (hehe). they pout and ask if dream has been ignoring it. they pull up his shirt and place kisses into the skin to make up for his neglect. they point out how red it is, how it really wants dream to listen to it. dream squirms and kicks but never brings his hands away from his pillow to stop it. they ask it if it’s hungry. they ask if it wants some raspberries. they take dream’s hiccups of anticipation as a yes,, as excitement. they raspberry all over his tummy and then claim that they’re feeling a bit hungry too. they give him nibbles.

at one point dream does actually bring a hand down from his pillow. he pushes weakly at the guards’ hands and they immediately take the hint. they pull down his shirt and rub at his tummy. he allows them to take away his pillow and they all coo gently at how flushed he is. they suggest that they all eat dinner together tonight and he shyly nods in agreement. dream’s tummy is the happiest it’s been in weeks :)

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[spoonmoment119]

https://www.tumblr.com/spoonmoment119/713726175082610688/here-me-out-au-where-the-trio-get-swapped-scar

Continued.

Grian as Mumbo: Local Architect. The embodiment of the word “soup spoon”. Dresses and speaks like a little Victorian Boy. Tries to fly, slams into a glass window.

Mumbo as Scar: Cringe-Fail Disney Villian. Tries to be evil, just does good instead. Like He tries to pollute the local lake with a special reagent, the water clears up of any pollution and the local flora thrives. He builds a giant mech and goes on a rampage but only destroys buildings that were going to be demolished and saves a lot of money as they no longer need to hire a demolition crew.

Scar as Grian: Just wears a cat onesie. Starts multiple wars. Wanted in 27 countries and 6 provinces. Is actually Jellie piloting a Scar shaped robot. Has done unspeakable things.

[radrage]

Fallout Companions and the Jobs They'd Have in a Modern AU

Cait: Physical Therapist. I feel like she'd be either a PT/OT or an actual therapist. Specifically for sportspeople. Though this is if Sole meets her post-boxing career. If not, well, she's a Boxer.

Curie: School Nurse. No doubt in my mind. She loves working with kids. Thinks they're the "future we all need". Also thinks they're adorable and the stories they have for her are always really sweet. She's adored by the entire school (which is probably an elementary/middle school) and always gives her patients a lollipop.

Codsworth: Butler/Nanny. That's a given. I mean, he's programmed to be a butler. Think an Alfred type-beat. Loves to cook on the side and his employers always love when he cooks for them.

Danse: OSHA employee/Safety Inspector. Another pretty obvious one. Is really vigorous and the GMs he shakes down always despise getting him for checks. Takes his job very seriously. Post BB (TBD what that translates to in a modern AU), he works as a freelance mechanic. Always some form of grease/oil on his uniform.

Deacon: Makeup Artist, duh. Or a SFX artist. Loves his craft, probably cosplays on the side. I don't have much to say for Deacon, but he probably holds competitions with his fellow artists for "best wig" and things like that. He hoards the entries to those comps.

Dogmeat: Instagram dog. 600k followers, MINIMUM. We love Dogmeat here, he deserves the best. Spends his days chasing ducks and barking at cars, much to Sole's (and DM's follower's) delight.

Hancock: Laid-back Gas Station employee. Sells weed on the side. Always zoinked out of his mind and probably needs a detox. Doesn't do much on the clock, but when his higher-ups come in, he straightens out. Pretends to not see the homeless people swiping ramen/chip packets because "Fuck capitalism. Homies need to eat."

MacCready: The homeless person Hancock refuses to call the cops on (/j). In seriousness, MacCready probably works as a freelance builder. For my Aussies, think a Tradie. Doesn't like his job and wants nothing more than to be a stay-at-home Dad, but needs to work for Duncan's sake. Very dusty, all the time.

Valentine: Grief Counsellor. Helps those who lost loved ones to manage their emotions. Always dreamed of being a detective, but never got the chance. I feel like that helps him connect with his patients as he lost something close to him as well. Maybe worked as a detective in his early days but had to retire after Winter's End?

Piper: English Teacher/assistant. Maybe works at the same school Curie does. Buys weed from Hancock. She wants to be a reporter, but a stable job is more important to her so she can care for Nat. Adores her kids, but despises the workload. Teaches night classes for those who struggle with English.

Preston: Works in the community department of the local government. Organises homeless drives, soup kitchens, etc. Really into charity work and probably volunteers on the side. Aggressively nice to everyone who comes into his office. "HAVE SOME TEA. PLEASE, EAT. EAT."

Strong: Works under MacCready. Demolitions expert. That or a Personal Trainer, for obvious reasons. He'd be really into whatever he does and keeps his head down for the most part. Goes to Piper's night classes.

x6: The manager who hates Danse. Probably works in a government-sanctioned building, so he actually works with Danse a lot. Sits in his office that probably has a catwalk over the actual building and looks down on his peasant employees. Think Lord Farquaad.

[msweebyness]

Class of Heroes AU: Family, Part 2

Here’s a little addition to my initial family post, with some new additions I felt should be added! As always, credit to @imsparky2002 and @artzychic27!

Part 1

Marinette:

Cheng Shifu- Marinette’s uncle, who lives in the family home. He is a world-renowned chef, known for his Celestial Soup. (He’s an idol of Alya’s, she may have had a small fangirling fit when he came to the school on Family Day!) She loves him dearly, and gets a lot of her advice from him.

Alya:

Mama Odie(Disney Character): Alya’s surrogate ‘Grandmama’, who she’s known since childhood due to growing up by the bayou. She would often drop by the treehouse to help her out, and worries about her living all alone, due to her tendency to be…a bit absentminded.

Kim:

XY- Gaston- The son of Kim’s uncle, Bob, the Lord of the Underworld, and Kim’s cousin. XY is intensely jealous of Kim for beating him in just about everything, he helps his father in various plans to get rid of him. He also has an obsession with Rose, and is constantly trying to make a move on her.

Ondine:

Elsie(OC)-Queen Athena: Ondine’s mother, who was killed by pirates when she was young. She adored music and her daughters, singing with them whenever she could. King Arturo was never the same after her death.

Ivan:

Frollo(Disney Character): Ivan’s adoptive ‘father’ from birth to around age seven. He was very abusive towards him and refused to let him leave the bell tower. Thankfully, Ivan was taken from his custody by the kind archdeacon after the Festival of Fools disaster.

Esmeralda(Disney Character): Ivan’s adoptive older sister, who took him in after he was removed from Frollo’s custody. She was the one to save him at the Festival of Fools, and he loves her dearly. She can be very doting towards him and embarrasses him from time to time.

Mylene:

The Seven Dwarves(Disney Characters): Mylene’s surrogate family who took her in after her stepmother drove her from the kingdom. She loves each of them greatly and visits whenever she can.

Denise:

Demolition Denise Sr(AU Original): Denise’s mother, the original star of their game. Even though they were both programmed into existence, they still love each other dearly and are very close. Denise looks up to their mother as their biggest role model.

Simon:

The Lost Kids(AU Originals): Other children who were abandoned and ended up in Neverland, Simon cares for them and sees them all as his younger siblings. He keeps in contact with frequent visits and video chats.

Jean:

Yzma(Disney Character): The (now former) chief adviser of the empire, she essentially was the parental figure Jean had after his parents passed. Thankfully, he didn’t take too much after her, preferring to spend time with Kronk. He recently fired her for trying to run the empire behind his back and for her abusive behavior towards the other staff.

And there it was folks! Leave thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

[soliddaddy96]

hi i sending more for tha askgame :3 gyjo, hotpants, uhhh the one scout and other guy crackship you and soup like, and rei/jess (i do not know if yall gave em a name)

read maor bc kinda long..

GYJO oh my word i used 2 be so ill over them, still am tbh ... i cannot imagine an ending where they both live and have fulfilling lives < 2 me even if they both did survive theyd b forever on the run nd what not... fanon makes them intolerable A LITTLE mainly those people who try 2 put them in the traditional het roles (wife nd husband) like..idk. those r 2 grown ass men leave them alone

i assume u mean like, dinopants ? if not pls correct me but im soo insane over them 2 . theyre more like a qpr but they could b romantic idgaf, i think they just need 2 be together and beat each other up

ARMY WORMM (roach nd scout :3) im so ill over them ... tbh the whole ship is a domestic au BUT WHATEVR . skipping over that. i have so much nd so little 2 say abt them , idk . im just so ill . here is a doodle i did of them at 1 in the morning where they are the demolition lovers from mcr

REI/JESS they need a cool ship name fr... ouu , not much thought in this 1 tbh . they make me soo insane but also normal . i think despite having the most brutual gay pining of all time them getting together would be no big deal 2 them LOL , like that 1 comic i doodled ... i hope one day they r reletively normal and the gang frolicks in fields together

[ivoryminitower]

Echoes of Home: 43 - Steve ("ammo")

Echoes of Home: FFXIV AU OC – WoLs on Earth

A window for the shed was going to be a pain.  If I didn't want to buy one, or buy glass and make one, I'd need silex and natron for my existing recipe.  Natron is effervescent water and rock salt; effervescent water comes from the Shroud, and rock salt and silex come from Southern Thanalan.  Which in this world translated to another trip north of Tulsa plus finally getting out to the panhandle.

So it was a pleasant surprise to get to the Pit and find a framed window leaning against the shed.  I went into the bar to ask Sam about it.

"Well, you talked about a window AC but I didn't see a window, so when Duke said he was doin' a home demolition over in Drumright I asked him to save you one.  Paid off his tab."

"Aw hell, man, you didn't have to do that."

"My shed, 'member?"

I wondered if the shed was going to become the Wyatt stone soup project.  At least it meant I could once more put off going to the panhandle.

Tsu'na seemed better the night before at the diner.  I think it was a matter of facing her challenges head-on.  Of course, the difference between Eorzea monsters and Earth people is that the monsters always behave the same way...just have to keep pounding on them until you learn the pattern.  But the people in Wyatt have already changed their response to her, so she'll need to aim for a moving target.

Yesterday she was content to stay home and work on recipes, so I took a break from the shed and got on the eastbound bus.  Hit some pawn shops and thrift stores to see what was there that we might try crafting.  Stopped at a salvage yard to look around, get an idea of what might work with desynthesis.  Visited a sporting goods store, because Amazon just doesn't deliver look and feel.

Found myself in an army surplus store on the edge of Tulsa.  I'd only been in one once, years ago, out of curiosity; now I was looking more out of practicality.  I needn't have bothered…the stuff I saw there was more armyesque than useful, for people who want military trappings more than they want to go live in a bunker.  Though they did have an ammo box for cheap that had probably never contained a shell, but it was metal and sturdy-feeling and would probably make a good pattern.

It perplexed Tsu'na some when I showed it to her, though.  "What is an 'ammo box'?"

"A box that holds ammunition for firearms.  Keeps it dry, keeps things from hitting them so's they don't go off, contains a little of the blast if they do."

"Ammunition for firearms…so it would hold an aetherotransformer?"

"No, it…Okay.  Earth-made projectile weapons use bullets, which are combinations of stuff like firesand and pieces of metal.  The firesand burns, that makes pressure behind the metal, and that makes the metal shoot forward at whatever you're aiming the gun at."

"Like an imperial missile cannon."

"Yeah, but smaller.  Hand-held."

"Oh…then those things people wear on their belts are guns?"

"Right, and they only carry so many bullets.  When they run out, people have to put more in."

"And when they have no more to put in?"

"Then they can't use the gun."

Tsu'na considered this. "This does not sound practical.  I would not want my gun to stop working because I did not bring enough of these bullets.  Why not simply use a bow?"

"Um…Earth-made bows work the same way.  When people run out of arrows, they can't shoot."

"I do not understand.  Run out of arrows?"

I hesitated.  We were treading on paradigm here.  "Remember, this is Earth-made bows and has nothing to do with our Eorzean ones…"

"Yes…?"

"Earth-made quivers have a limited amount of arrows.  People can run out of arrows here."

"But we do not."

"We never have."

She scowled at me a moment before switching to Bard.  She peered over her shoulder at the arrows in the quiver.  "I have never run out of arrows.  There is always another arrow."

"Right.  It's…"  I scrambled for an anchor.  "It's like our journals, and how they always have more pages."

"I think the journals are more complicated…"  She drew an arrow and held it in her hand, studying it.  Then she drew another, and another, and another.  She fanned the four arrows in front of her.  "Are we perhaps crystallizing aether?"

"That…makes sense.  And it sort of parallels our guns."  I was relieved.  It was something to believe.  I hadn't just killed an entire class for us.  "So drawing an arrow and shooting it is actually an act of forming aether into a projectile and flinging it."  

As she put the arrows away and shifted back to Earth normal I walked over and slipped my arms around her. "Have I told you you're fucking brilliant, my love?"

She nestled against me.  "You may have mentioned it.  I do not mind hearing it again."  She was quiet for a moment, then asked, "Earth people run out of ammunition?"

"That's what I've observed."

"But we do not."

"That's what I've observed."

"So if we and Earth people are shooting at each other, we will eventually be doing all the shooting?"

I smiled.  "That's what I believe."

"That is useful."

"Yes, my love."

She did good at the diner last night.  I thought she'd try to keep her head down as she cleaned, but she didn't.  When she got close to people while sweeping or mopping, she'd look up at them and smile.  It took some time, but eventually they started smiling back.  I think it's going to be okay.

And if they ever start shooting, I guess we'll have enough arrows.

[camthesolemnone]

*crashes through door*

HI I HAVE ANOTHER ONE!!

Ok. Soulmate AU!! it's the one with the red string connecting you to your soul mate by your pinkie. Make up some rules for it if you need to!! I like to do the thing where the string gets tighter/looser as they move closer and farther from their s/o.

Ok, goodnight, I love you, bye!

*mwah*

*passes out just outside door*

Whoops accidentally made Zhanna older than Heavy in this one. Well I mean, maybe she is, but I've always written Mikhail as the oldest child in his family. Anyway, enjoy!

Wide eyes full of tears and flushed cheeks was what Mama came across upon turning to face who was tugging at her shawl. Little Zhanna, no more than five, was highly concerned about her baby brother.

"Mama! Misha’s finger is blue!"

Fearing that her son had developed gangrene from the cold brought on by the heavy storm outside, the distressed mother turned away from her soup pot and made haste towards the living room.

"Zhanna! Go get your father!" She instructed, entering the space, and the small girl nodded rapidly as she dashed off to where Papa was doing laundry.

Mama approached her child. The infant was situated in the center of the carpet, tiny hands shaking and eyes also leaking. Mikhail couldn't form words yet. He could only helplessly wail as he became light-headed; he had lost all feeling in his pinkie finger.

Mama kneeled down near him, and Zhanna and Papa appeared a second later.

"What is going on! Is moy syn alright?" The older man cried.

Mama took the boy’s hands in her own and examined them closely. As Zhanna had announced, his left pinkie was a light shade a blue. At the base of Mikhail’s finger was a small red string, fastened so tightly that it constricted the blood flow. The Russian mother breathed a sigh of relief.

“There is nothing to fear, he has simply acquired his soulstring,” Mama explained, standing up and giving her family a reassuring nod.

Papa let out his own held breath at the fortunate news, but Zhanna simply stared at her parents in confusion.

“Mama, what is a soulstring?”

Her father reached out to grasp her mother’s hand, and the two of them smiled down at their daughter.

“Young Zhanna, a soulstring is leetle red string around your pinkie that connects you to your soulmate: the person you are destined to fall in love with. Some people’s thread appears immediately after birth, but for others, it can take several years before their special partner is chosen,” Mama revealed.

Papa added on, motioning to Mikhail in the process.

“The tighter the string is, the farther you are away from your soulmate. Seeing as your brother’s is strong enough to cut off circulation, there is good chance his soulmate does not live in this country.”

Zhanna glanced over at the thread on Mikhail’s finger and then back to her parents, crossing her arms.

“What happens to the string when you find your ‘soulmate?’“ Zhanna inquired.

Papa crouched down to ruffle his daughter’s hair while Mama picked up Mikhail and left the room to resume dinner.

“Once you meet fated love, the string falls off for good,” he explained.

The small girl beamed and ran a hand through her black hair.

“Chudesno! I can’t wait to get my soulstring!”

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Mikhail had given up on his chances of ever finding his love or feeling his finger again.

Forty seven years had passed since the red string initially appeared on his pinkie, and not once had he ever felt it loosen up. He felt hopeless and silently wondered most days if the higher beings had made a mistake. Maybe he truly wasn’t attached to anyone and they had tied the thread just to spite him. Instead, the Russian decided to spend his time taking care of his family.

His father had long since passed and Yana and Bronislava had run off with their soulmates, but at least Mikhail could still provide for his mother and Zhanna.

An ad in the newspaper intrigued him one morning: a mercenary job in America offering thousands. The giant immediately took to calling the company, known as Mann Co., and asked for a position. Not only would he be able to make enough money to provide a comfortable life for Mama and his sister, he was delighted at the opportunity to wield guns against evil men with no consequence. Moving away from the Russian blizzards would also prove to be a positive change.

Within two months of his interview, the new Heavy Weapons Specialist was landing down in New Mexico. A few days were spent getting used to his new surroundings and signing paperwork, but eventually, the bus came by his hotel to take him to the Reliable Excavation Demolition base. 

While lounging in the tough leather seat, Heavy glanced at the surrounding seats and took notice of two other men sitting in the back. They both wore red and yellow bands on their arms, indicating they were some of Mikhail’s new teammates. Preferring not to spend a year with a group of people who disliked him, the Russian moved to the back of the bus to make a good first impression.

“Privet, I am Heavy Weapons Guy,” he began.

The two men looked up from their respective pieces of literature. The younger of the two lazily held and flipped a baseball magazine with one hand. The other man, taller and masked, was gripping a thick, plain-covered novel.

“Yo! I heard that our Heavy was supposed to be, well, you know, heavy, but damn you’re fa--OWW!” The Bostonian shouted, being met with a swift slap from the man sitting beside him.

“Please ignore Scout here. This rotten bunny doesn’t seem to have any manners.”

“Go to hell, you French bastard!” Scout shot back.

The insults continued and Heavy found himself silently slinking back into his seat. He had the strength to snap both of them like toothpicks if he so desired, but it was better not to end his career before it started.

Along the ride, the bus stopped several times to pick up the rest of the RED team. First came their pyromaniac and engineer, then the sniper and soldier. The demolition’s expert came by himself and the final stop was saved for a relatively young woman in a purple dress.

“Er, hello, everyone. I am Miss Pauling, your boss’s secretary. I’m scheduled to give you guys a tour around the base and to break down your jobs. Raise your hand if you have any questions and please, try to cooperate with one another,” the woman sighed.

Dell, the shortest man on the team with a yellow hardhat, raised his hand.

“Yes, Engineer?” Miss Pauling prompted.

“Isn’t there supposed to be one more fella here with us?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Miss Pauling glanced toward the ceiling briefly as if she were really pondering the answer before turning to Engineer.

“Medic’s flight got delayed due to a massive snowstorm in Berlin. He should be here tomorrow at the earliest.”

It was impossible to notice the difference just by looking at it, but Mikhail nearly jerked forward when he felt it. Was he really going insane in his desperation? Had the string really just loosened? It most certainly had, he had felt the pressure ease up ever so slightly, but something in the back of his mind that told him it was just his imagination. The giant shook his head and groaned, barely able to pay attention to anything else Miss Pauling said.

His mind became a battlefield of longing versus absurdity. The thread had suffocated him during his prime. There was no possible explanation as to why his soulmate would be appearing now of all times. By forty seven, Mikhail was overweight, balding, had several scars from his time in Siberia, and was rated ugly by every woman he had attempted to romance. He couldn’t think of a single reason as to why his love would find him attractive now, and it deepened the eternal hole in his heart.

But Heavy held onto the faintest thread of hope. Maybe, just maybe, his suffering was about to come to an end. He would meet with the woman or man fate had binded him to, and he could finally be happy.

That night, Mikhail stared at his bedroom ceiling wide awake. Once their team’s doctor arrived in New Mexico, he would know for certain what destiny had in store for him.

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Ludwig’s attempt at getting some shut eye on the flight failed. He couldn’t fall asleep even if he wanted to, for his pinkie was regaining its color. Somehow, this job as a battlefield medic that he had selected out of the blue was leading his soul to its missing half.

“It’s only a matter of time,” he murmured to himself, eyes more hopeful than the day he earned his doctorate’s degree.

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Heavy awoke to the sound of loud yelling and banging on his door.

“Attention! You will be dressed and be stationed in the recreational room for role call in five minutes! That is an order!” Soldier commanded.

The softer, more compassionate voice of Miss Pauling sighed and spoke through the door.

“I’m sorry Heavy. I couldn’t say anything to convince him not to come with me to wake you guys up. Just settle down in the rec room in a few minutes, okay?”

Mikhail groaned, both from a lack of sleep and the sudden wake-up call. He complied, however, adorning his red, short sleeved shirt, his bulletproof vest, the bandolier for his minigun, pants, a belt, and a pair of sturdy combat boots.

When the heavy weapon’s specialist arrived in the rec room, it was absolute chaos. Spy had moved on from insulting Scout to bickering with Sniper, Demoman was already sloshing around a bottle of alcohol, Scout had stolen Engineer’s hardhat and was taunting him with it, and Soldier was shouting at a terrified looking Pyro.

“RED Team! Enough! It’s only the first day and you’re already at each other’s throats!” Miss Pauling stomped, placing her hands on her hips.

Some the the mercenaries, including Heavy, faced towards their higher-up while the others continued to do their own thing.

“Now look, your first battle will begin as soon as Medic arrives. I’m heading over to the airport to pick him up, so I advise you all check over your equipment,” her words more of a command than a suggestion.

Heavy’s eyes widened. He felt it again. 

He decided in that moment that polishing Sascha could wait.

Before Miss Pauling could leave the room, the large man scurried over to her and placed a massive hand on her shoulder to grab her attention.

“Yes, Heavy? Do you need something?” She asked plainly.

Mikhail nodded, his cheeks slightly flushed.

“Da, I want to come to airport with you, if you do not mind. I promise not to cause any problems.”

Pauling raised an eyebrow.

“Pozhaluysta, Miss,” the Russian begged, rubbing his forever blue pinkie with his other hand.

Miss Pauling opened her mouth to speak, but her words died on her lips when she noticed the tiny gesture. Instead, she gave him a short nod of understanding and proceeded out of the building.

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In the car, Heavy’s leg bounced. His breathing was deep, and his whole body seemed to sweat with fear and anticipation. With every inch the vehicle moved, he could feel the burden on his finger lighten up. This wasn’t just some illusion or dream, it was really happening. After forty seven years of waiting, he was about to meet the love of his life.

Miss Pauling took note of his anxiousness, but didn’t say anything during the trip, giving Mikhail plenty of time to ask himself a million questions. What would his lover look like? Would they be a man or a woman? Would they have a heart of gold, or a rotten core that sought to make the Russian miserable at every turn?

Finally, the airport was in sight. Mikhail could hardly withstand the separation between himself and his soulmate. He wanted, needed to find his other half. He needed to shower them with all of the affection he had been waiting so long to administer. He needed to hear their voice and inhale their scent and feel their body against his own.

Miss Pauling nearly tripped over her high heels trying to catch up with the eager Russian. She had seem some truly heartwarming instances of soulmates meeting over the years, but never before in her life had she seen someone so desperate to unite with their fated love.

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He had to hold onto a railing as he stepped out of the plane to avoid passing out. 

Ludwig had always experienced air-sickness while flying, but more than that, his hand was trembling. The string that had plagued his right hand for decades was loose, looser than it had ever been before. The doctor was overwhelmed; he wanted to throw up and cry tears of happiness at the same time. This was his moment, his soulmate was waiting for him.

As he stood near the loading gate, the thread loosened further, and it signaled that his soon-to-be lover was getting closer, closer.

Unable to withhold his excitement, Medic dashed across the airport. He got caught up in several crowds and passed right by the luggage pickup, but none of that mattered. He was following his heart’s call now; he let the slackening of his bindings guide his every step.

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“Heavy! Please slow down!” Miss Pauling yelled, but the giant had blocked her out a long time ago.

There was only one voice he was willing to let in now. He pushed past a group of adults with the tiniest apology as he charged up the stairs. If he were anywhere else, he would have most likely been stared at and thrown out by security. In the chaos of the airport, everyone assumed he was simply running to reunite with a loved one.

An opening in the crowds.

Everything went silent.

The world slowed down.

Mikhail spotted him, his soulmate across the grand building. He was more handsome than he could have ever imagined, and although he didn’t know it yet, Ludwig also firmly believed that he had just encountered an angel.

The soulstring unraveled and landed on the ground.

All remaining distance between them was covered in a second. The force of the impact sent them to the ground, but neither of them cared. Arms wrapped around strong bodies, tears spilled out of adoring eyes, and lips whispered the pledges of love they had so desperately longed to hear.

At last, Mikhail and Ludwig were home.

[supercasey]

Family Protects Each Other

Chapter 5: Glasses and Soup

Description: TF2 Kid!Scout AU. How Sniper, Pyro, and Soldier ended up at Reliable Excavation Demolition… it’s not easy, taking care of everyone else, but after what he’s been through, Mundy is never going to let himself or his siblings be hurt by careless adults again, even if it means sacrificing his own happiness. But who knows? Perhaps he’ll learn that not EVERY adult is out to hurt him. But that’s impossible… right?

A/N: Here we are, the finale of this fic! Don’t worry, this isn’t the end of the AU; in fact, it feels like the very beginning, now that I have most of the backstory stuff finished! I’ll have a poll at the end of this chapter, so please, if you have the time, please follow the link at the end of this fic to vote for what you’d like to see next (you get 2 votes)! In any case, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

AO3 Link: Here

[ashendcst]

Thinking about a modern au with Djura, him being something of a homegrown mechanic/demolitions expert who may or may not have had history in the military and volunteers a good portion of his time to helping out in soup kitchens and homeless shelters.

His house is a ramshackle mess and it wouldn’t be uncommon to find him up to his elbows in grease, oil, or find him dusted with soot. What exactly he builds or tinkers with nobody knows, but if someone needs their engine looked at or wants help with an engineering project he’d be happy to help.

And if one needed to disappear for a while, to escape prying eyes, well that may be something he can help with too.

[razieltwelve]

Backpack (Final Rose AU Snippet)

Diana had learned very quickly that she didn’t need a backpack. Why? Because her Semblance was the greatest backpack ever. She called her Semblance ‘Bag of Tricks’, and it was basically a special subspace pocket just for her.

Her mommy had told her that the more she used it, so long as she didn’t push it too hard, then the bigger it would get. So Diana was always putting stuff in it. 

A lot of the stuff in there was food. For some reason, food never went stale in there. She could even put something when it was hot, and when she pulled it out again, it would be just as hot as when she’d put it in! That meant she always had a mug of hot cocoa around, as well as hot soup, and even toasted marshmallows!

She also put in anything she found interesting. Like, if she found a cool-looking rock, she’d put it in. Or maybe if she saw an interesting stick, she’d put it in too. It didn’t matter what she put in or when she put it in, she could always pull it out again, and she could always pull out what she wanted, even if she wasn’t always sure what it was she wanted in the first place. It was like her Semblance could read her mind.

When she started making stuff - because making stuff was awesome, and her mommy let her make all kinds of cool things - she started putting the stuff she made in her Semblance too. She had drones in there, little robots, a bumper car, and lots of other stuff. But her Semblance really got handy when she realised that all those trips to the dump to find spare parts would be a lot easier if she just shoved whatever she needed into her Semblance. 

But even if she didn’t need a backpack, Diana still brought one to school. It was a Gary backpack, and she liked the way it looked, plus her Semblance could freak people out. Lots of people thought it was weird to see her pull stuff out of thin air. Her parents had also spoken to her teachers, and Diana wasn’t allowed to use her Semblance to smuggle candy into class any more.

When Diana had first started stuffing stuff into her Semblance, she’d barely been able to fit more than what could fit in a normal backpack for a little kid. That had been two ago. Now? She could fit a bus into her Semblance, and she barely even felt the strain.

One time, the school bus broke down, and they couldn’t find a tow truck, so Diana just put it in her Semblance. When they got back to school, she pulled it out, and a tow truck came to tow it away. 

It could be handy in other ways too. If her parents were in a rush when they were shopping, she could just put everything into her Semblance and then take it out when they got home. It was a lot easier than packing and unpacking the car.

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When Diana was ten, a Grimm tried to eat her. She did the only thing she could think of since it was a very ancient Grimm, one impervious to most forms of weaponry, and it was too close for her to use anything really big to hit it with.

She dropped a truck on it with her Semblance.

The truck was a broken down wreck that she was stripping for parts in her spare time to use in her drones, but it still weighed several tonnes. It didn’t kill the Grimm, but it definitely slowed it down.

She dropped another two trucks on it.

That did the job.

It was then that Diana reached an epiphany. Dropping stuff on Grimm could kill them. It was just a matter of finding something big and heavy enough to drop on them.

Instead of trucks, Diana started offering her services as a demolition specialist. Instead of demolishing a building, she’d simply store it away in her Semblance. That might have sounded ridiculous - how could her Semblance possibly store something so huge, but it made perfect sense.

She’d been four when she awakened Bag of Tricks. It had been able to store a backpack’s worth of stuff. A backpack for a girl her size at that age might have had a capacity of maybe 0.2 cubic feet. In one year, it grew enough to fit a bus, which had a volume of roughly 960 cubic feet. That was an increase of about 5000 times in the span of two years.

It had been six years since she’d awakened her Semblance. The growth rate had remained relatively unchanged.

She could now fit roughly 25 billion cubic feet of stuff into her Semblance. That was enough to fit almost a thousand of the tallest buildings in Remnant.

In other words, she could fit pretty much an unlimited amount of stuff into her Semblance.

If things kept going this way, then before she finished being a teenager, her Semblance would have a storage capacity exceeding the volume of the entire planet.

It made her wonder… if she wanted, would she be able to store the planet with her Semblance?

The only limit was her Aura. Storing stuff and taking it out took Aura, but years of constantly having her Aura active had increased the size of her Aura to a gigantic level, and her Semblance got more and more efficient every day...

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When Diana was twelve, she made a very important discovery. She learned how to let time pass inside her Semblance. Using her discovery, she was able to store machines away that would continue to work while they were inside her Semblance. In the meantime, everything else stayed exactly as it was until she wanted time to pass for that stuff too.

It was amazing what she could do with dozens of factories inside her Semblance making whatever she wanted. It was really cool too since she didn’t have to worry about security. No one could reach into her Semblance and take stuff… or so she thought.

Her sister’s Semblance, Saviour, was linked to hers somehow. One time, Averia had gone to summon a sword, and she’d ended up with a piece of Gary merchandise that Diana had stored away with her Semblance.

Wherever it was that her Semblance sent stuff, it seemed like Averia could reach there too.

That made for some very, very cool possibilities…

Like Saviour wielding weaponry that Diana’s factories made… or Saviour creating material that Diana’s factories could then make use of.

Hehehehe…

The possibilities…

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Author’s Notes

This version of Diana is a Diana who is the child of Vanille and Lightning (instead of Fang and Lightning). As a result, she doesn’t have Ragnarok. She has Bag of Tricks.

The bizarre interaction between Lucky Fox and Saviour gave Diana the ability to access an alternate dimension that Saviour can reach or use for various things. As Diana got older, the size of the dimension she had access to expanded, as did her control over it.

The rapidly increasing size of Bag of Tricks makes it clear that it really is an entirely alternate dimension. By the time Diana is in her mid twenties, we’re talking about a subspace big enough to fit thousands of stars the size of the sun. The only thing stopping her from doing that is that storing stuff and taking it out costs Aura, but even so… she can store an absolutely immense amount of stuff, so much stuff that it defies belief.

As an aside, this variation of Diana loses a fight to the normal Diana badly. Ragnarok’s power in combat is overwhelming, and Ragnarok could walk through buildings and what not. Plus, this version of Diana, being more like Vanille (due to being Vanille and Lightning’s daughter) is somewhat squishy compared to the practically indestructible version that comes from Fang and Lightning. Where this Diana excels in is logistics and support. It is possible that no one is stronger than her there.

It should be noted that Bag of Tricks does exist in Final Effect. One of Lightning’s descendants does indeed have a child with one of Vanille’s descendants (a long way down the line) and the combination somehow manages to produce Bag of Tricks. Since then, the Semblance has become fairly stable.

Whoever has it is generally considered an EX level threat (along with Saviour, Ragnarok, and some others). Given access to the Aura batteries and Aura generators of the distant future, they have the ability to store entire solar systems and even larger volumes away, making them absolutely devastating in combat since they have the ability transport huge amounts of factories, drones, and other things from one area to another without being detected until they pull them out and start killing everything.

Note that the Aura requirements of that are so massive that they cannot pull everything in Bag of Tricks out without the use of outside Aura resources (e.g., the aforementioned Aura batteries and Aura generators). Bag of Tricks belongs to a group of Semblances that are referred to as subspace pocket/personal dimension Semblance, and it is considered the most powerful out of all of them.

Without Aura assistance, someone with Bag of Tricks could still summon enough stuff to give even Ragnarok or Saviour a decent fight given time to prepare.

As a final aside, people with Bag of Tricks are considered Yun-Farrons for legal purposes due to the Empire wisely foreseeing the possible horror of letting the Dia-Farrons grab hold of someone who can store entire research planets and factory planets… and weapon planets...

[fluffallamaful]

Soup’s Demolition AU

The server realises that Dream will never heal if the prison is still standing; so they blow it up.

—> originally ‘Sapnap Manhunt AU’

—> back to full masterpost

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link 1 - scrapped Time Travel version

link 2 - intro to accepted version 👍🏼

link 3 - Sapnap’s manhunt crew

link 4 - Punz relationship/motives

link 5 - prison demolition

link 6 - Sam’s visit (ft. confused llama)

link 7 - Sam’s visit (ft. relieved llama)

link 8 - Tommy sees grey

link 9 - manhunt crew shenanigans

link 10 - Sam and Quackity visit

link 11 - llama’s shack rant

link 12 - llama’s tummy tickle rant

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[fluffallamaful]

Okay okay okay, so: Sapnap’s Manhunt AU, post-capture

So Dream is being kept in what is basically a cottage with lockable doors and a rotating shift of guards, two at a time. It doesn’t really matter to him, though, because he is now completely defeated. Because he withstood torture, and before that the horrors of the Vault, and before that the isolation of being hated by everyone he loved, but he had only been able to do that when he had a plan. And now Punz is gone, and that means the plan has failed and he doesn’t have a way forward anymore. Which means all of that was for nothing. And that is enough to break him.

For the first few weeks, he mainly just sleeps. He barely eats. He never even tries to escape. The guards sit outside his room, playing cards and watching the days go by. (There’s no difference in behavior between shifts right now, so of course nobody wants to take the night shift: it’s inconvenient! Your additions can come into play here.) Eventually, though, someone decides that enough is enough and something needs to change, and so Dream gets his first visitor.

It’s Sam.

Dream expects the worst when he sees his old warden. He expects him to be vengeful, or at the very least eager to resume their old dynamic. He doesn’t even really care: he just kind of stares blankly at him.

Sam came in to make him eat a full bowl of soup. It takes a while. Dream isn’t very eager at first, and then later he starts to protest because his stomach has shrunk and he doesn’t think he can eat anymore, but Sam keeps convincing him to eat “just one more bite,” and soon it’s all gone. This soon becomes routine because Dream simply won’t eat if left to his own devices. Sam often tries to play with him afterwards, but to no avail. Dream just ignores him. And everyone else who tries to engage him that way. And Sam’s many things but he’s not really good at play.

But Quackity is.

And so Quackity visits — with Sapnap and Punz at the door, warning him that if they hear ANYTHING unusual they’ll come inside and drag him out.

Quackity has a bit of a heart attack when he doesn’t see Dream right away — but then notices that there���s a little lump under the blankets. It kills him a bit when he realizes that his arrival scared Dream enough to make him hide under the covers like a little kid, but he presses on. He engages him gently, and soon manages to coax him into playing a game of marbles. Dream is too scared to refuse. Quackity adds one more detail: for every marble of the opposing team that you manage to hit, you get to make a demand. (This isn’t the first time he and Dream have placed wagers on the outcome of games. Both of them are fully aware of this.) (The missing ring finger on Dream’s left hand burns.)

Quackity throws every round. He doesn’t want to make demands so much as he wants to be demanded of, to be told directly what Dream would want. But Dream is throwing every round, too, because he knows that nobody likes to lose and doesn’t want to risk making Quackity mad, so eventually Quackity has to take initiative. He scores a hit on his first real try. “You have to eat dinner with me tonight,” he says. “On the porch. I’m sick of you being cooped up in here.”

It’s the first time Dream manages to leave the room. Sapnap and Punz follow, of course. And the four of them eat, and the three of them talk while Dream sits there silently.

Quackity finally snaps and pokes him. “Earth to Dream! You going to say anything, bud? We asked you if you wanted — what. Was that.”

Dream had squeaked.

WEEHEHEHE i’m falling in love with this AU i just love the wooden shack so much 😭 i’m kinda imagining it on the edge of a lake for some reason?? but also i would love to know what your brain imagined. like is it a cute little forest shack? i’m gonna make a buzzfeed game here 😂

which image best describes dream’s shack? (A, B, C or D);

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ok so poor baby has a little depressive episode in his shack :(( he’s just lost his purpose for life pretty much. what’s even the point? he’s lost his friends and home countless of times, and now he’s lost his escape 😢

i can imagine that he’d be so caught up in his defeat that he wouldn’t even be paying attention to the fact that no one has even tried to hurt him or anything. it’s just embedded into his brain at this point, like second nature. he knows that they’re gonna kill him eventually. and now without punz he doesn’t have his safety blanket

from the other members point of view,, they may just see dream’s silence as him being spooked and adjusting. so for a while no one goes to visit him to allow him his time. there’s definite confusion and wariness in the air about the fact that dream hasn’t even tried to fight back. but no one really does anything about it, kinda waiting for someone else to make the call that somethings wrong.

and then finally sam makes the visit :((

the idea of him encouraging dream to eat and just coaxing him to take care of himself in general :(( he helps him shower. he encourages him to change his clothes. he brushes the tangles out of his hair (i’m obsessed with cdream getting his hair played with atm fzgzga). he makes him soup!! he gives dream the recipe (i kinda like hcing that dream is actually a rather good cook. self sufficient little celery stick. so it’s cute to imagine sam coming back the next day and finding dream’s scribbled amendments to his soup recipe)

and then quackity joins the party ☹️ poor dream. i absolutely adore that sap and punz are the ones keeping guard. like i can imagine them both being so fast to rush to dream’s aid if they notice dream being too uncomfortable. also just this trio is epic to imagining interacting

the marble game where they both throw is so CUTE!! that’s so adorable that they both try and let the other win 😭😭 and then quackity demanding that he comes and eats dinner with him and sap and punz 😖 so adorableeeee. can they eat it on his porch? can dream have a porch please? i need them to be eating food together on dreams porch under the light of a lantern with the sun setting and the whispers of nature around them. i adore that image

but what i adore even more than cute imagery,, is the opening for a tickle moment 👀 hehehehe. nawwwwwww and these three as a ler trio??? quackity punz and sap all just slowly starting to pick more and more fun at dream, especially coz it’s the first time so many of them has seen him smile in years. i can imagine that sap and punz would already know some of his spots, particularly sap. and it’s cute to imagine that before the lighthearted playful atmosphere arises, it was rather tense. so all of them are kind of leap at the opportunity to change it

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[fluffallamaful]

concept (Soups Demolition AU):

i’ve become a little obsessed with imagining what shenanigans sapnap’s manhunt crew could get up to whilst keeping guard over dream’s wooden shack (assuming that it’s the manhunt crew that does this). it’s just nice to imagine these characters getting to have a playful release and learning to let go a little :)

couple scenarios that have been on my mind;

campfire moments where they’re all sitting around roasting pork and potatoes, whilst waited for their soup to boil amongst the flames. all of them sharing stories of their downfall with a red flickering glow lighting against their faces

quackity hosting games of poker to determine who has to stand watch over dream’s shack that night. the rest of the crew realising that that means that quackity barely ever has to watch. quackity getting tickled until he agrees to pull his weight and stand guard

tickle fights to determine who has to go hunt with sapnap (sapnap is always up for the hunt). alternatively, sapnap tickling people until they agree to come with him to find dinner

truth or dare during extra boring shifts. fiancé trio continuously sharing embarrassing facts about each other

punz always being dragged into the play/tickle fights. he never seems to learn that calling the rest of the crew morons for not taking things seriously only gets him into more trouble

[fluffallamaful]

Dismantled AU: Recovery.

So the prison has been destroyed. Nuked. Obliviated. Dream has been dragged out kicking and screaming and is now captured, once again — this time, he fears, for good. Punz has stabbed him in the back, Sam is gripping him by the shoulders, the whole server is more united than he’s seen it in years and they’re all against him. The future looks dark.

His cell is made of wood this time. He wonders if maybe he’s not enough of a threat to warrant obsidian walls anymore. He thinks about how easy a break-in would be, here. He considers running, but he’s got nowhere to go. Mostly he sleeps. They gave him a bed this time, for some reason. He dreams of Pandora, of blood and tears and safety made in hell. He wonders if the torture, starvation, pain — if it really was all for nothing. He sleeps some more: it’s the only thing he can do to stop thinking about it.

He has a week of isolation before someone finally comes in.

Sam is even bigger than he remembers, and carries himself with a sort of dignity that he hasn’t seen since before he was appointed Warden. It scares him. It angers him, too, even if he knows it’s stupid. He doesn’t dare show either of these things, submitting quietly and obediently as the man walks in.

Sam is aloof and quiet for the first few visits, but eventually he reaches forward. Dream can’t help but melt into his touch, and then it’s like the former-reinstated-Warden can’t keep his hands off of him. It starts with more basic things — scratches on his head, gentle bumps into his shoulder, hugs — but quickly evolves into hours of cuddles, of hair grooming, of care. Even when he’s not the focus of his attention he’s being cared for: Sam will sit on him and cradle his head in his paws while he reads a book, his heartbeat loud and low like a lullaby drum. Soon Sam becomes a staple of the room, staying day and night and rarely going out into the rest of the world. Dream doesn’t know what to make of it.

(Sam remembers a prisoner who begged for visitors, for someone to come and stay with him for a bit. He’s sworn not to make the same mistake this time around.)

—> edit: this is the link that llama thought she lost (HERE) (edits in purple)

omg this was so confusing because i cannot for the life of me find your first ask for this au??? it was the one with the link right?? wtf did i do with it i just spent the last half an hour determining if i had simply dreamt that that ask even existed 😭 it’s just not even there 😢 i don’t even know if i posted it, maybe i accidentally deleted it during my blog sweeping — i didn’t :( i’ve been trying so many recovery websites lmao i feel awful 😭😭

thankfully you recapped it beautifully here. i think the only bits missing are the fact that dream had to be dragged out of his cell kicking and screaming, and also that he had to watch the prison explode in front of his eyes — his only safe space on the server

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i can’t quite remember who it was that lead the decision to ween dream away from his prison? — whole server but either way we’ve reached the point where he’s been given a lovely wooden house to stay in instead. something far more civilised… and of course dream despises it 😢 he’s just not used to being ‘protected’ by such flimsy material. he in fact feels anything but protected by it

sam appearing much larger than dream remembers ☹️ that’s so cute. he’s just so overwhelmed with how vulnerable he feels, cooped up in a wooden shack with nowhere safe to run even if he wanted to,, and now his warden is standing at his door looking taller and broader than ever

and yet despite everything, his body lunges for affection when it’s offered. i imagine it’d be a rather slow process, but still a process that progresses far quicker than his ego appreciates.

i forget who’s on his side in this au? — everyone is would he eventually get more visitors or has sam just demanded that he get used to one person at a time? i kinda like the idea of the other server members slowly starting to build other little shacks around him? like slowly creating a little village. i want them all to work together nicely in a village lmao. perhaps i need to create a village au 😂

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[fluffallamaful]

For Sapnap’s Manhunt/Demolition AU: basically everyone is on Dream’s side by the time he’s captured, but the thing is that — if they’re actually on his side — then they need to hurt him before he can be helped. They need to force him to surrender. They need to destroy that prison, even if he’s begging them to leave it be. Dream can’t be left to run himself into the dirt, because he is going to die if he continues on this path.

The turning point is actually Tommy.

See, the Finale DOES happen in this AU, I’ve decided. Except the nuke fails and just gives everyone a heart attack, the reset doesn’t happen, and Tommy is kicked out of the prison pretty much immediately after, Dream feeling the sting of betrayal all over again. Dream is set back to his old habits immediately, but Tommy actually learned something. And so, he’s pretty instrumental in turning public opinion in the man’s favor — even if Dream doesn’t know that this is going on.

Tommy doesn’t make Punz’s alignment well known, at least not right away. He tells Sapnap once he knows that the man has been convinced, and then Sapnap slowly makes a deal with Punz, and then Punz tries to help Dream by taking him out of the prison and Dream refuses, and they break apart. From there it’s a matter of Dream Vs Everyone until — inevitably — they manage to drag him out. The nuke hits, and this time it goes off just as planned.

The house that he’s staying in is made of wood, sure, but it’s not unguarded. Dream can’t really be trusted to not get himself killed right now — and also, nobody wants someone with an axe to grind to break in and “pull a Quackity.” So it’s in the center of the server with a rotating shift of two guards at a time, but Dream just. Doesn’t leave. Doesn’t even attempt it. (If he would, he wouldn’t even be stopped. The guards would just accompany him to wherever he wants to go. But he doesn’t even try.)

Sam shows up after a week. Everyone is worried, and he doesn’t really know what to do, but he thinks that he should at least try.

ohhhh ctommy seeing grey i feckin adorreeee 😭 my mind is racing because there’s so many cool things about this au AH ahh aHH like the potential for different characters to interact is epic

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ok so first off i have a timeline question for you;; does sapnap’s change of heart occur before tommy’s nuke? or after? is it purely tommy’s hope for dream that makes him change? or had he already decided that perhaps dream could be helped beforehand? had sap’s manhunt crew already started to form before the nuke?

i’m still obsessed with the character combinations in sap’s manhunt crew,, and now to be adding in tommy to the mix? that’s heckin epic :0 i’m throughly enjoying the idea of them taking shifts in standing guard over dream’s shack, and betting with quackity’s poker chips to determine who has to take the night shift.

i’m actually really enjoying the idea of tommy and punz getting along,, but in a tense kind of way. like they know when each other are lying about what happened in the prison on the day of the nuke because they’re both there. it’s a cool thought that tommy doesn’t fully out punz as working with dream straight away. i can imagine the relief that punz must have felt when he first heard about tommy actually defending dream and wanting to help him. coz i think that prior to that, his character would have tried to take it into his own hands to help dream out

the thing that’s breaking my heart currently is dream’s reaction to hearing the sound of the nuke again :(( like he’s trapped in sam’s arms, kicking and flailing as he’s dragged out from pandora’s vault and out into the open. in his mind he’s been absolutely betrayed by punz, and as far as he’s concerned the people around him only want to kill or torture him. they all want something from him and it’s mostly to take his life….

and then on top of all of that,, the dreaded alarm of the nuke starts screeching it’s way into earshot 😢 the absolute panic he’d be feeling :(( like i can imagine that he’d only be fearing for his life. fearing that everyone around him would rather sacrifice themselves and die along side him than let him live,, just as tommy had done to him 3 years prior :( he starts to plead and bargain, switching constantly from promising to stay out of people’s way, to shouting out insults to the morons all around him. and THEN he gets told that the nuke isn’t for him,, it’s merely for his home… he’s told that he needs to let go if he ever expects to escape the prison’s magnet.

he has to watch his safe space disintegrate into a pile of rubble, all while the screeching noise of the nuke reminds him of just how untrustworthy the server is,, and just how alone he’s felt…

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[fluffallamaful]

Sapnap’s Manhunt AU:

I love all of your additional commentary on the manhunt crew — I didn’t even think about half of it! Foolish wanting the Death book, Bad and Quackity having old beef, Quackity being Foolish’s boss (or even his former boss) — good eye!

One small amendment, though: Dream and Purpled were the ones that went after Quackity, and while Punz was involved he wasn’t obvious about it. To Purpled he played it as a messenger job that he was getting paid to do, and to Quackity he wasn’t involved at all. This makes things even more complicated because Punz still wants to throttle Quackity, but he’s also a pretty brilliant actor and so Quackity thinks the two of them are buds. (Bonus points: Quackity thinks that he is closest to Punz in this situation because of everyone else’s more obvious reasons for being on edge with him >:) )

Also, it’s important to note that while I joked about Dream running through the woods like a feral animal, that’s not entirely accurate? Like, that’s definitely part of it — but he’s still got Pandora. He still made the prison his home. He and Punz are still on the same side, still talking, still planning — but then Punz starts having second thoughts thanks to 1) Sapnap’s shifting motivations and 2) Dream’s obvious deterioration, and this eventually leads to his Betrayal.

oh yes very true so quackity wouldn’t have much against punz ok ok,, but punz would have to hold himself back each time he hears quackity lie to sapnap about what happened in the prison (downplaying torture and whatnot)

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and ok yes interesting,, by helping sap find dream he would essentially be betraying dream,, despite punz actually just having hope that maybe the reset doesn’t actually have to happen? or at least having hope that maybe they don’t have to be hiding the whole time. i would think that punz would actually have thoughts of eventually convincing the others to join the side of immortality, but for the time being, getting the other server members off dream’s arse is the priority

i’m interested to hear what you feel punz’s motives are in this AU? coz did his character actually want the simple life? it’s so exciting to hear how they explain why punz’s character wasn’t in the s2 world (indicating that he possibly wasn’t apart of the reset)

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