#alchemist tony

[starker-sorbet]

Alchemist partners and lovers Tony and Peter accidentally creating an explosion during their experiments the effect of which rendered them functionally immortal. And with their newfound immortality the pair spend countless lifetimes together discovering the world and exploring mysteries of science they could never have imagined in their first life. As well as getting married again and again and again whenever they set down roots in whatever new place that they called home.

[bearpoll2023]

[meidui]

i can't get 1602 alchemist tony out of my head

[pennysperfectpolls]

Adoption poll round 2 match 16

Zuko and Tony Tony Chopper

Alphonse Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Propaganda under the cut

Zuko (Avatar the Last Airbender) Propaganda

zuko is a silly awkward turtle dude who is also a badass with a scar, need i say more?

Tony Tony Chopper (One Piece)

No propaganda given

Alphonse Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist) Propaganda

Really? Y’all are gonna adopt his brother and not him?

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I cannot believe I saw Ed got submitted but not Al. Poor boy did not deserve to lose his body and is literally the sweetest. (Honestly they both need to be adopted together)

[lovecraftiancowboy]

I just realized that apparently all my favorite childhood characters had one major thing in common: Long Red Coats 🙃

[blorbobutworse]

I live. I have also consumed criminal amounts of FMA:B crossovers. So here's my take....possibly with a real fic on AO3 on the way (for once)

Mutant Edward Elric AU. As Usual, there's two different AU's.

one is a mutant Ed and Al AU, and the other is literally just Edward from FMA being thrown into the Marvel/ X-men Universe.

I lost my marbles guys. I want punkin piee

1.Actually a Mutant Edward (AAME AU)

In this one, he's a rural Appalachian kid who, after trying some crazy shit with his powers, ends up being taken into a special part of the military called Shield. They tell him he could help the world with his abilities, help people like him thrive, not just survive. And with his little brother hidden with Winry, the granddaughter of the mechanic and G.P. in town. In this AU, Edward is essentially picked up from the get go, and thus only gets to talk to Alphonse through military means.

Little does he know, his commanding officer knows about HYDRA. And he doesn't want a young mutant kid getting corrupted the same way he did, much less this kids little brother. So he secretly starts pulling old strings, and asks Madam Christmas for a favor in contacting one Charles Xavier.

(please note i have never been to the deep south so i can only assume how rural life there is, though i too, live somewhere rural.)

Edward lives in an extremely isolated town, growing up happily chasing goats and killing bugs by playing with a cup like a magnifying class until his mother, a retired Shield/Hydra Operative, finally dies of an illness/injury she had gotten before she had been forcefully retired.

As you can probably note, this 'little rural town' is actually where a lot of Shield and Hydra agents retire to. Which, because it's so isolated, also tends to bring in other more visible mutants, in hopes that they can live their lives safely there.

In this AU, Hohenheim would have been one of the Original Mutants, probably around the same age (If not older) than Wolverine. Unlike him though, Hohenheim did his best to NOT influence the world. That is... after the first time.

He was born in 1548, and he's born in the ottoman empire. He tries to live his life, terrified that, some day, people will turn against him for being a Witch. Still, at 25, with insane powers and a family who don't know about his abilities. he becomes desperate for a companion. Someone. Anyone, that he could speak to truthfully about his fears, and hopes, and know that he will be accepted, despite his tainted soul. And, when hired as a soldier to attack Cyprus, he goes. And there, fare away from home, he activated the largest 'circle' he'd ever attempted.

He tries to create life Frankenstein style, resulted in an entity called Father, essentially a bastardization of Truth.

However, due to his rush to make himself an immortal companion, his circle looks for enough energy to create this... being. It results in the decimation of the city he was living in, converting it into a ghost town in under three minutes.

It's the first time he disappears from a country, from a family...but it won't be the last

Unfortunately, all that energy didn't just go to Father, and this grants Hohenheim a sort of immortality. He feels he has to kill that which he has created., so they essentially play a game of cat and mouse for years.

He ends up in the US under asylum during the first world war, lives his life, and finally chooses to put down his rage at a creature that has been haunting him for the past 430 years, and he moves to a small town in the Appalachians. He never expects to meet someone who would bring him so much light and life and joy, and just as his little Alphonse is born-

There are mutterings of Father stirring again.

And.

He leaves. He has to finish what he started before Father finds his children, his love. Hopefully it won't take to long.

But he'd never been the best at keeping track of time.

...

Back to Edward, his superior, on one of his missions when he turns fifteen, results with him in the middle of nowhere, New York. He's

Although the students are very wary of him, despite his short stature, Xavier realizes that this is who he's been contacted about. A little too similar to Wolverine, what with the mutants being turned into weapons, he puts them in a room and hopes for the best. They both come out a little bloodied, but instead of running or calling SHIELD, Edward leaves with a...contemplative, look on his face.

Wolverine just huffs, and says 'That little punk packs a punch."

T.B.C.

OR

2. Edward Elric in Marvel AU

It's literally just Edward Elric, and as with most cross overs, Truth wants him to fix some stuff int he marvel Universe (which shall be my beautiful bastard baby AU of the movies AND the comics), with only the knowledge of English and the knowledge that he has to fix something.

(it's infinity war guys he's gonna go to space he's going to kill Thanos with the power of Elric: No and also Fuck OFF

guys please do u see the visio-)

He gets dropped in front of Xavier's school for gifted children, manages to waltz on in thanks to this thing called making a tunnel out of alchemy,, and although the team initially tries to attack him, after seeing a 15 year old CHILD WITH TECH THAT ONLY HYDRA AND ONE SPECIFIC HERO KNOWs HOW TO MAKE

they call Tony Stark. He is very exited to look at this kids incredibly detailed arm.

In the meantime though, all the people get to know him, and with Edwards dialect essentially being like. a super rural old version of German, they bring Kurt in to be able to interpret what he's muttering to himself.

Cue the Edward not so gently arguing his Atheism Points, offhandedly mentioning that he has met something that Totally Wasn't God Trust Me, Wolverine steps in, and gives him a nice little talking to, that makes

This, in turn, makes Edward freak the fuck out. Obviously this guy is a chimera. or something. Fuck. Not more of these guys.

And then they have to forcefully sit him down and explain that mutants Are A Thing. It's even more confusing for them because everyone assumed he already knew, considering how he got into the building.

A few weeks later, Tony finally get's to them, and is pleasantly surprised to see a little blonde boy with his nose in a mechanical engineering engine systems textbook. Of course, he makes the mistake of calling him little, prompting a swift evisceration of his ego via Edwards signature move: being a teenage bitch.

The real question is how Edward reacts to the Scarlet Witch.

T.B.C.

Als I wanted to write more about him and Kurt in detail but i am. so tired rn, so I shall leave that up you YOU GUYS TO IMAGINE YIPEEEEE

[shuchelle]

[3-tearz]

MIKE

[inkylynx]

New friendship activity invented: name a piece of media then try to fit it into a dc or marvel cross over.

So much fun!

Tag your ideas!

[cage-cat-yt]

Silly art‼️

Over the past day or two, I like how they came out! Tim was actually a request, but atlas, he's not a comfort character of mine. Tho I saw some are of him being Twinkified and it rubbed me the wrong way (considering the canon body type). But yeah, these were fun to do!! I'm gonna try to work on my fanfic or the animation now.

Anyway, thanks for reading! Remember to hydrate and I hope you have a good day :)

[wizard-eater]

The chocolate wizard AND wizard Tony Hawk collaborated????

[shanastoryteller]

Hayppy Valentines day you ingenious lady! Three faced goddess continuation? Maybe specifically about Tonys star-heart? ✨💖

a continuations of 1 2 3

Rhodey is going to kill him.

His grandfather outlawed necromancy in the kingdom, but Pepper's going to find someone break that law specifically to bring him back just so she can kill him again.

Tony's dirty and bruised and he probably has a concussion from his head wound and he really doesn't even want to think about the stitches in his side from the shrapnel that was pulled out of him.

He grew up in the palace. There were always magical healers around for anything serious. He's never had stitches before. He's known there was a certain amount of risk posing as Edward and working at the edges of the war, but he'd never expected them to go to this much effort to kidnap a damn alchemist!

"They're going to kill you."

He glances at his fellow captive and quirks his lips up. Yinsen doesn't have any talent with magic, but he does have exceptionally steady hands, which is almost as good. "Probably."

Yinsen sits on the opposite side of the cell from him, his hands hanging between his knees and still stained with Tony's blood. "The kingdom will fall."

"Oh, I wouldn't go that far," he says with forced casualness, even though it's absolutely true. He has no heir. "I'm good at my job, but I'm hardly the only alchemist and armorer in the country."

Yinsen tilts his head to look at him over the edge of his glasses. "We've met before, you know. It was at one of those hideously boring balls at the palace - you were deep enough in your cups that I'm not surprised you don't remember."

Well, fuck.

"I know that the king won't come for you," he continues, voice heavy. "Could you do what they're asking?"

"I'm not a god," he says tiredly. "To harness the power of a star - I don't know how they even got it down here, or got it that that size! You'd need," he pauses, then admits, "you'd need to ingest a fuck ton of mercury, and gold, and have a binding spell with some serious power behind it, and if that doesn't kill you, maybe it would work. But you'd need a lot luck to keep it from just consuming you anyway. Which is apparently what's happened to everyone else."

"A lot of luck," Yinsen repeats, "or the Goddess's blessing."

Tony snorts.

The Starks being Goddess blessed is just propaganda, something one of his ancestors thought up to keep their family in power.

If it were true, he wouldn't be the last Stark left.

[minervadashwood]

The Truth

Bucky x F!Reader (plus size/curvy/heavyset) Tropes: Fantasy AU, friends to lovers, confessions CW: sex, burn injury Word count: 2.1K Summary:

Playboy Bucky Barnes keeps insisting that he loves you. But he is not a one-woman kind of man. Or so you think. Fantasy setting in which Bucky and you are part of a small group of adventurers. You're not a front line fighter but a savvy alchemist. Maker of potions, poultices, and traps. One day, some of your traps are compromised, and you get hurt. Bucky is not pleased.

Notes: Inspired by a dream I had and this gifset. There are a couple of Russian words in there, but they are translated in the story.

You were bent over your alchemy table when your bedroom door slammed open. In walked Bucky Barnes, dressed in only a towel tied at his waist.

You flushed, taking in his sculpted body, the dips and planes of his torso. Heat overwhelmed you, and it had nothing to do with the burns along your right arm. 

“What the hell were you thinking?!” he demanded, stalking forward and taking your chin in his hand.

“The grenades were compromised!” You shouted back, twisting away from his grip. “ My grenades, Bucky! I sent you out there with something that could’ve killed Steve, Tony, Wanda.  Maybe even you.”

Bucky stared you down, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breathing.

Suddenly, with inhuman speed, he lunged forward, grabbing your arm and yanking you against him. His skin was damp, like he’d just come from bathing. Steve must have told him what happened. That you broke formation to detonate your traps before they could hurt your team. Thankfully the only casualty was you. Your burns had been treated, wrapped in cloth, and were healing nicely.

“ Lisitsa ,” Bucky warned. “You can’t scare me like that.”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname. Vixen? Really? That might apply to all those women he bedded at taverns. Not you. Leave you to your potions, poultices, and fiery concoctions. Ved'ma would be more accurate. Witch .

You tried to twist out of his hold, but Bucky only gripped you tighter.

“You still don’t believe me, do you?” he growled.

“No, Buck, I don’t. You bed every woman who looks your way.  There’s a different girl on your arm at every festival, every tavern crawl. How could I think that I’m any different? Shall I let you bed me and be done with it? So you can move on to your next conquest?”

You struggled in his arms, trying in vain to get away. Bucky easily controlled you, spinning you around, dragging you to your bed, and shoving you down on it.

You laid sideways, your butt at the edge, as you tried to scoot away from him. Bucky grabbed your legs, squeezing the generous, soft flesh of your thighs.

“There is no ‘next’ conquest, Lisitsa. Only you.” His towel fell away as Bucky made himself at home between your legs. With his strong hands and even stronger arms, he drew your legs apart, forcing your sarong open, revealing your lower half to him.

You froze in place, skin ablaze as his grip lessened and his hands trailed up your outer thighs, your hips, your sides. As he moved, he leaned over you, nestling his own hips to your pelvis, his taut stomach resting on your soft one, with his erection between you.

“If you won’t believe my words, then I will show you. Leave no doubt in your mind that I love you.”

“B-Bucky?” You whimpered, wetness gathering between your legs. He was a specimen of a warrior. Strong, agile, lethal. Of course you wanted him. He set your heart on fire, practically made your blood boil in your veins .   But you couldn’t give in to him. If you did, he’d be gone before the morning, taking with him his sexy, enigmatic smiles, his heart-pattering winks, his insincere confessions of devotion.

Bucky grabbed your wrists and took them in one hand to hold them above your head. With his other hand, he swept away the rest of your clothing. Leaving you completely exposed.

“Stop it, Bucky,” you whispered, catching his eyes and holding his gaze. “You don’t love me. You can’t .”

A devastating smile graced his lips. “Why not, Lisitsa? How can I not love all of this? All of you?”

“B-b-because…” you faltered as he traced his nose along your cheek as, his deep inhalation audible; he was just so close. You, too, took a deep breath, steeling yourself to answer. “I’m nothing like them. The women you bed. I am more; I am too much. ”

Bucky growled, deep in his chest. The hand holding your wrists tightened, and again he took your chin in hand, gripping it tightly .

“My love, you are everything .”

You gasped as Bucky lowered his head and kissed you. Now, there was no denying your body’s reaction to him. You moaned and writhed, wishing your hands were free so you could bury them in his hair. Wriggling, you sought purchase on the bed, but Bucky’s hips and torso held you in place. The sheer strength of him captivated you, entranced you. You could only wrap your legs around his waist and welcome him closer to your core.

Long minutes passed as Bucky explored your mouth and you his. The man was voracious, but so were you, gasping and kissing, a paired clash of teeth, lips, and tongues: both of you desperate for more.

With a moan, Bucky eventually pulled away.  “My Lisitsa,” he murmured, and rested his forehead on yours. Your eyes met again, and there he was, exposed, and soft…adoring. Was that the truth you saw in his eyes? Or another maneuver in his game? You’d seen him woo women, time and time again. Were you now just the next item on his ever-growing list?

“Don’t pull away, love,” he whispered, those soft, searching eyes pleaded. 

“Do you mean it, Buck?”

“With every word, Lisitsa. ”

He held still, his breath arcing across your face, evidence of his desire growing more and more rigid as it was trapped between your bodies.

There would be no way to know for sure, not until morning. But you had him now . Why not take what you could, trapped in his arms?

You lifted your head slightly, seeking his mouth, and then Bucky devoured you. His tongue danced with yours. Gods how he tasted, how he felt . How he was the only thing in the world now, aside from you.

Every inhibition forgotten, you kissed him back, fiercely, and he finally let go of your wrists. Instantly your hands were in his damp, shaggy hair, clutching him close to you as months, years of repressed longing were brought to the surface.

As you kissed, Bucky’s hand skirted down your body until it cupped your sex. His fingers traced along your wet folds, forcing you to whimper into his mouth as he kissed you. 

Bucky broke your lips apart, gasping in your face, his own cheeks and ears darkened, flushed.

“So soft and wet,” he told you, a single finger slipping between your folds and slowly stroking you. “Shall I stop now, love? Or do you believe me?”

“Please, Bucky,” you begged, angling your hips closer to his teasing hand.

He had the nerve, the absolute nerve to laugh at you, and back was that signature, indecipherable smirk. He kissed your nose, your chin, your jaw, and then his mouth was on your nipple, suckling and biting to send shockwaves of desire through you. You jolted beneath him, and then his teasing finger lingered at your entrance.

“Shh, doll, it’s all okay. You're mine now. Aren’t you?”

You nodded dumbly. “Yours, Buck.”

Bucky finally pushed his finger into you, and you sighed. The first finger was joined by a second, and Bucky hooked them both, moving languidly in and out until you were mewling, and whimpering, and begging, all in the same breath.

“That’s it, love,” he encouraged. “You look so beautiful right now, it hurts. I can’t wait. Not anymore.”

“Then don’t.” You tugged on his hair, insisting that he continue.

He removed his fingers, using them to coat his erection with your wetness. Then, he perched himself at your entrance, sliding in just a bit before he lowered himself on the bed, holding his weight on his elbows as his hands cupped your face.

“Believe me now?” he asked, thrusting into you.

You clenched around him, the sweet sensation of being filled by the man you’d denied for so long. It felt like he belonged there, inside of you, filling you, stretching you, loving you.

He moved quickly, and you matched your movements to his own, raising your hips and chasing after his thrusts.

Sweat soaked his body, and you grabbed every part of him you could reach as he made love to you. You gripped his arms and then caressed his chest. You sank your fingernails into his back as you neared your peak, as Bucky groaned and panted above you.

You were on the edge now, faster than you’d ever been before, all because of the man in your arms. “I’m going to come, Buck,” you rasped, voice strained because of all the pleasure coursing through you.

“Go ahead, love,” he told you, nibbling your ear. “I’ll be gentle next time. Take my time with you.”

Next time .

You came, the promise of his statement letting you rise and fall while surrounded by Bucky Barnes.

His thrusts grew sloppy, urgent, and Bucky groaned, capturing your lips with his own, as his movements slowed and he spilled himself inside you, coating your walls with his warm seed.

Your bodies remained joined, you gazing up at him, and Bucky, eyes wide, staring down at you. Then, Bucky gathered you up in his arms, lifting and arranging you easily on your bed so that you rested on top of him. Both your bodies were sweat-slicked and shivering from the aftershocks.

“Did you mean it?“ he asked you, holding your chin once again. “Are you mine?”

Apprehension, suppressed while Bucky had his way with you, rose again.

He must have seen it because Bucky softened his grip and ran his thumb on your cheek.  “I’ll go Lisitsa, if you didn’t mean it. I’ll go and never speak of this again.”

You shook your head furiously, unable to bear the thought. “I meant it, Buck.”

“So do I, Love,” he mumbled, kissing your forehead, and held you close until you both fell asleep.

*

You woke some time later, your injured arm burning and crying out for another poultice and a clean cloth. As you attempted to sit up, you realized you were cocooned in a pair of arms, with a blanket draped over you.

“Mmmph,” Bucky grumbled sleepily. “What is it Lisitsa ?”

Your heart clenched. “You’re still here?”

“‘Course I am,” he answered, voice still groggy with sleep. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You never stay the night with them. With…the others.”

He sat up, pulling you with him, and the blankets pooled at your waists. Outside it was still dark, the stars glittering the night sky.

Bucky pulled you into his lap. “There are no others.” Threading his fingers through your hair, Bucky forced you to look at him. “There is only you. I promise.”

In the darkness, you could not see his eyes or his smile. You only had his words and the feel of his touch to guide you.

“My bandage needs changing,” you murmured, trying to slip off his lap to get your feet on the floor.

“What here,” he ordered, setting you on the mattress as he got off the bed. 

“Buck, what are you--”

You heard the lighting of a match, then the soft glow of a candle filled your room. Bucky held it, and the tiny flame bounced off his body, casting shadows over his muscled form. He’d come into this room wearing only a towel, and he was barefoot and naked, making his way to your shelves of concoctions.

“Which bottle, Lisitsa ?”

“The green one, middle shelf.”

Bucky grabbed your healing poultice and a clean, rolled cloth, too, before returning to you. Unwrapping the cloth on your arm, Bucky tsk’d and sighed.

“No going where I can’t protect you. My heart can’t take it,” he said, focused on your injury. After setting the used cloth aside, Bucky scooped some of the poultice out of the jar and touched it to your arm.

You winced, not used to someone else taking care of you.

“Shush, love,” Bucky soothed. “It’ll feel better in a moment.”

Love . There it was again. He’d had what he wanted and still, he was here, tending to you, comforting you, loving you.

“There’s my good girl,” he encouraged, gently patting the poultice on your burns. He finished and put the lid back on the jar. You’d never seen him do such a thing. Not for Wanda, certainly not for Tony, not even for Steve. But he was doing it for you.

As he reached for the clean cloth bandage, you grabbed his elbow with your left hand and said, “I believe you, Buck.”

He gazed at you in the candlelight, it danced across his features the face of the man you’d loved for so long. And now you were finally ready to admit it.

“About time, Lisitsa . Now let me finish this so I can get back into bed with you.”

You let out a long-held breath as Bucky finished wrapping your injured arm. Bucky snuffed out the candle and found you in the darkness, crawling back into bed with and pulling you back into his arms. 

Outside, the sky turned gray with the rising sun. It was morning.

[loudrats]

Loud Rats Book Club 2023

This year the rats became literate!

We suggested a number of books each month and then voted on one to read (somehow Fish managed to read all 12 of them… wild!). The ones in red are the winners, but there are some other really good books in there.

Hopefully you can find your next favourite read below! :)

January

Piranesi by Susanna Clarke

The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

Hangsaman by Shirley Jackson

The Butchering Art by Lindsay Fitzharris

Earthlings by Sayaka Murata

Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead by Olga Tokarczuk

Why Fish Don't Exist by Lulu Miller

The Death of Ivan Ilyich by Tolstoy

Fledgling by Octavia Butler

Pirates and Prejudice by Kara Louise

If Beale Street Could Talk by James Baldwin

February

Adua by Igiaba Scego

The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K Le Guin

Detransition, Baby by Torrey Peters

The Passion by Jeanette Winterson

Upright Women Wanted by Sarah Gailey

March

Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

The Humans by Matt Haig

Cane by Jean Toomer

Book of Disquiet by Fernando Pessoa

The Memory Police by Yōko Ogawa

The Fifth Season by N. K. Jemisin (#1 Broken Earth Trilogy)

Young Mungo by Douglas Stewart

April

Hamnet by Maggie O’Farrel

Dubliners by James Joyce

The Tiger's Wife by Téa Obreht

My Cousin Rachel by Daphne du Maurier

On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous by Ocean Vuong

Entangled Life by Merlin Sheldrake

May

Mary: An Awakening of Terror by Nat Cassidy

No Country for Old Men by Cormac McCarthy

Our Wives Under the Sea by Julia Armfield

Where You Come From by Saša Stanišić

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

Gwen and Art Are Not in Love by Lex Croucher

June

Death in Her Hands by Ottessa Moshfegh

Our Hideous Progeny by C. E. McGill

Swimming in the dark by Tomasz Jędrowski

Girls like Girls by Hayley Kiyoko

Diary of a Wimpy Kid 17 by Jeff Kinney

Zami: A New Spelling of my Name by Audre Lorde

Lesser Known Monsters of the 21st Century by Kim Fu

The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet by Becky Chambers

July

Kid Youtuber 9: Everything is Fine by Marcus Emerson, Noah Child

Bored Gay Werewolf by Tony Santorella

Hit Parade Of Tears by Izumi Suzuki

When Death Takes Something from You Give It Back: Carl's Book by Naja Marie Aidt

Pandora's Jar by Natalie Haynes

The Decagon House Murders by Yukito Ayatsuji

The Summer Book by Tove Jansson

Mapping the Interior by Stephan Graham Jones

August

Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle

Small Game by Blair Braverman

Free: Coming of Age at the End of History by Lea Ypi

September

Hag-Seed by Margaret Atwood

The Employees: A workplace novel of the 22nd century by Olga Ravn

Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk

October

Linghun by Ai Jiang

Eyes Guts Throat Bones by Moira Fowley-Doyle

The City of Dreaming Books by Walter Moers

The Half Life of Valery K by Natasha Pulley

Catch the Rabbit by Lana Bastašić

Kindred by Octavia Butler

November

Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut

Life For Sale by Yukio Mishima

We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson

Liberation Day by George Saunders

Ripe by Sarah Rose Etter

Eugene Onegin by Alexander Pushkin

Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin

December

Arsène Lupin versus Herlock Sholmes by Maurice Leblanc

The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien

Minor Detail by Adania Shibli

Prophet Song by Paul Lynch

Migrations by Charlotte McConaghy

[georgiarose]

Some Fantasy AU designs!!

Dawn runs the local tavern that her and her husband Tony own, Natalie owns the town bakery, and Fenton is a guard/housecarl for the alchemist Gyro, who is unwillingly made Jarl of this village by King Scrooge. MD (Mad Ducktor) is there too as an assistant that Gyro makes.

I wish I could show you those designs, but they aren't quite ready yet. Anyways... I've been playing too much Skyrim.

[stellar-solar-flare]

WIP Tag Game

I was tagged by @bigtreefest, thank you!

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

(I'm going to have to skip over the last part because I don't know enough people for my GIANT wip list but I will tag some! Limiting this to my MCU fics. Names used are file names.)

Currently In Publishing: (All Steve Rogers/Reader unless otherwise specified) x Astronomical Odds (AO3) x For Centuries (AO3) x A Fairytale Of A Disaster (AO3) x The Swan Alignment (AO3) x Equinox (AO3) x Brilliant Steel (AO3) (Steve/OFC)

Longfic Drafts: (All Steve Rogers/Reader unless otherwise specified)

x Aelin x Atlantis x Daggerlike (Bucky Barnes/Reader) x Duchess x Medieval Knight x Possess Your Heart x Predicates Of A Heart (Tony Stark/Reader) x Privileges of The Crown x Sunspot (Bucky Barnes/Reader, Steve Rogers/OFC) x The Alchemist x 'Til Year Does Us Part x Universal Constant x Unwearied Flame x Vampires x Vegas x Zombie Cap

Shortfic Drafts: (All Steve Rogers/Reader unless otherwise specified)

x 4th x Happily Married x Jealous Steve x Library Cute x NYE fic x Party ND x Shapeshifter x Sleep x Soulsign x Then It's A War x Waking Up Late I may have some more that I have accidentally saved elsewhere but I think this is about all of them.

No-pressure tags: @darsynia @anika-ann @americas-ass-writing @chase-your-dreams-away @ronearoundblindly @steviebbboi @thezombieprostitute and anyone else who wants to do this!