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[merao-mariposa]

Chef Missa x Shapeshifter-Crow Phil AU.

(Just hear me out)

Missa is a single father looking to be a professional chef, moving to France to work in his idol's restaurant. He takes his daughter, takes his suitcases and moves to Paris, France to fulfill his dreams.

Phil is an ex-fighter who needs a change and get away from everything after a dramatic event (no spoiler) so when he receives an invitation from his brother in arms, Etoiles, to stay with him in France for a while he does not hesitate to accept.

His son Chayanne has trouble adjusting to his new life due to his selective mutism, fortunately Tallulah (Not tula) and Chayanne become friends at school.

Pissa basically know each other through their children.

Time skip to Tallulah finding out that Chayanne likes cooking, and it just so happens that his dad is el mejor chef del mundo! (She says) Missa starts giving cooking classes to Chayanne (it has nothing to do with him wanting to get closer to Phil, nope, absolutely not, he could never ever thought about that, he only does it because he cares about Chay//and his father)

Missa tries to play it cool and suave for Phil which leads to a lot of silly cartoon situations.

Missa and Phil get distracted by cooking, more smoke than normal starts coming out but they are so caught up in their flirting that they don't notice. Missa: Is it hotter here or is it just me?? Phil laughs, looks into his eyes, into his lips and back into his eyes, and slowly approaches, so slowly and Missa's heart almost sto- Until suddenly a blast of dry ice hits them rigth in their faces. Chayanne came back from whatever he was going to do, and found a tower of smoke! What happened!? …Neither Phil nor Missa can answer that. A bit because they are covered in dry ice and another bit because no mames, what a shame.

Jump to Missa, he's feeling homesick and unsure of his abilities. Tallulah has a fever and Missa is too worried.

The cooking classes stop for a few days.

Until a crow suddenly crosses through his window. That should scare him, his daughter is sick! And crows don't exactly prophesy health.

But he doesn't find himself able to chase away the creature that looks almost as worried as Missas feels. If crows had faces he would say that he frowns when he sees the girl. This crow seems to be really used to humans or something because he allows himself to be petted by Tallulah as if he were a cat, his feathers fluff up and rumble as if he were almost purring in his daughter's hands, her tired face lights up cuz of something that It's not the fever.

He decides to leave them alone.

Since that day the crow visits them more often almost like a family pet, he always comes and goes at night and always seems to be there when they need him most.

(Abajo esta en español, no worries my friends)

Missa es un padre soltero que busca ser chef profesional y se muda a Francia para trabajar en el restaurante de su ídolo. Toma a su hija, toma sus maletas y llega a París, Francia para cumplir su sueño.

Phil es un ex-peleador que necesita un cambio y alejarse de todo tras un susceso dramático (no spoiler) por lo que cuando recibe una invitado de su hermano de armas, Etoiles, para quedarse con el en Francia durante un tiempo no duda en aceptar.

Su hijo Chayanne tiene problemas para adaptarse al colegio y su nueva vida por su mutismo selectivo, afortunadamente Tallulah (no tula) y Chayanne se hacen amigos en la escuela.

Básicamente se conocen a través de sus hijos.

Salto de tiempo a que Tallulah se entere de que a Chayanne le gusta cocinar, y da la casualidad de que su papá es el mejor chef del mundo! (Dice ella) Missa empieza darle clases de cocina a Chayanne (no tiene nada que ver que quiera acercarse a su padre, nop, en definitiva y absolutamente nunca pensó en eso, solo lo hace porque le cae bien el niño //y su padre)

Missa trata de jugarlo cool y suave para Phil lo que lleva a un montón de situaciones tontas de caricatura. Missa y Phil se distraen cocinando, empieza salir más humo de lo normal pero ellos están tan atrapados en su coqueteo que no se dan cuenta. Missa: hace más calor aquí o soy solo yo? Phil se ríe, lo mira a los ojo, a los labios y devuelta a los ojos, y se va acercando lentamente, tan lento y el corazón de Missa casi se detien- Hasta que una ráfaga de hielo seco los golpea de lleno en la cara. Chayanne regresó de lo que sea que fue a hacer, volvió y encontró una enorme torre de humo! Qué pasó?! …Ni Phil ni Missa pueden responder a eso. Un poco porque están cubiertos de hielo seco y otro poco porque no mames que vergüenza.

Salto a Missa, tiempo despues, se siente nostálgico e inseguro de sus habilidades, para peor Tallulah tiene fiebre y Missa está demasiado preocupado.

Las clases de cocina paran durante algunos dias.

Hasta que un cuervo se mete por su ventana. Eso debería asustarlo, su hija está enferma! Y los cuervos no profetizan la salud exactamente.

Pero no se encuentra a si mismo capaz de echar a la criatura que se ve casi tan preocupado como el, si los cuervos tuvieran cara diría que tiene el ceño fruncido cuando ve a la niña. Este cuervo parece estar realmente acostumbrado a los humanos o algo así porque se deja acariciar por Tallulah como si fuera un gato, sus plumas se esponjan y retumba como si casi ronroneara y la cara cansada de su hija se ilumina por algo no es la fiebre.

Decide dejarlos solos.

Desde ese día el cuervo los visita más a menudo casi como una mascota de la familia, siempre va y viene por la noche y siempre aparece estar cuando mas lo necesitan.

[davidthephoneguy]

Welcome to the Ghost Pals au!

So we got some goofy guys here, Time to meet the main cast now that it’s actually my birthday!

Apologies for the technical difficulties before

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Just give them a minute the need to get their costume change ready

Ok they’re ready now! Step through the curtain dudes! :D

First up is a new face! Please make her feel welcome :3

Key’s is the dayshift the dayshift employee, taking the place of Jack. She is based off the Australian finger lime which has a caviar looking inside as well as a spiked point on the end, both elements worked into her design.

She actually quite likes performing with the animatronics due to her enjoyment of music. Key’s seemingly doesn’t like talking about her life outside of Freddys or her past to anyone. I wonder what it is.

Key’s doesn’t particularly love Freddys but did used to go there as kid. She is mostly just there for the paycheck, little does she know about how Freddy’s pays their employees.

Oh dear she found out… I’m sure it’ll be fine as long as she didn’t sign the contract- hm looks like she did oh well.

On to the next goober, a classic!

Look its the sad wet cat

David’s the assistant manager for the location, he’s been moved from location to location due to causing accidents for all his previous managers. He’s on his last warning so let’s hope theres no issues this time ;)

Onto the next character in the walls of Freddys

Wowzas look at this lil chaotic kidoo

Jannette came to Freddys on her birthday but got mixed up and joined another certain party group. She became one of the children in the missing kids incident however she has no memory of the event which is probably for the best, I dont think she needs that on her mind.

She haunts the kids cove and creates it into her world of play, quite literally at times.

She plays games and tricks with another being in the restaurant.

And look theres the other being!

The ghost phone cat is back again!

Stevm’s comfy outfit was made through him mix and matching clothes.

He doesn’t think fully alot of the time and tries to just have fun similar to Jannettes attitude with a lack of moral compass. Stevm also has memory issues due to a combination of the phone ai when he was alive and the perception of time in the flipside.

Stevm is rather chaotic neutral and haunts the arcade, he likes pulling pranks and spooking people for the fun of it.

The whole things takes place in 1999 and I can clarify any related dates as I have some headcanoned ones that I dont think are the same as the canon. Except the missing kids incident, that still takes place in 1985.

Well thats the main cast! I hope you like them so far, been workin hard on em and making them work together.

The storyline will be a mix of text posts and images but you all are welcome to interact with them (most likely non canonically)

I’ll reveal more as things go on :3

[mochis-hideout]

New AU introduction 😽

[WARNING: GUN AND UNREALISTIC GORE!!]

BROS IN FOR THE FIGHT OF HIS LIFE‼️

Anyways for context, I’m planning to make a story on Ao3 for the False!AU, an AU where the wanderers (players) stop showing up and this causes the flesh cousins to give up on imitating and become original. Now the npcs; or at least those who remain have to survive and put a stop to the apocalypse; if there is one.

[askstarfalldaycare]

The start of starfall (a tsams/tsbs au)

Endless devotion, that was something Eclipse consistently ached for but this was also what made him hate adults. Adults are too stingy, they needed reason to look up to Eclipse, they needed reason to let him lead even after he had gotten the star. They were just too stuck up, too opinionated, to listen to actual logic. Eclipse just could not handle it and he wasn't sure what to do since it had only been a few weeks since he had taken over. Not to mention Sun and Moon were becoming problems, they were starting some sort of stupid rebellion that could have borderline affected him and even cause him to lose. But he realized something when he saw the bond between parent and child. Children even when they say they hate their parents or act out against them always have some sort of level of devotion to them since they have the understanding that without their parents they'd starve and die off. This realization would be what ‘saved’ him since after so long he finally had a solid plan. When Sun and Moon attacked his castle? he set it into action starting by wiping out humanity, he had big plans for the two brothers but before he acted them out? He wanted to see the hope they had drained off of their faces as they realized they had lost. Once he did? He sent out a large burst of star power that would transform the animatronics into kids and toddlers, all while also wiping out their memory. It took a while but Eclipse managed to hunt down and collect all the littles ones. However because of how many kiddy animatronics there were now? He came up with the ‘Starfall Daycare’ which was a section of Eclipse's palace he now sectioned off for the kids, however he changed its layout to fit that of a comfy house like daycare.

-. No nsfw asks!

-. No showing hate towards any groups when interacting

-. No starting or putting us into drama

Blog owners+artists:

@demonicsin

@annakenziesworld

Ask these characters (more to be added soon!!):

-. Lord Eclipse (adult)

-. Solar (adult)

-. Ruin (adult)

-. Sun

-. Moon

-. Puppet

-. Monty

-. Foxy

-. Earth

-. Lunar

-. Jack-o-moon

-. Bloody (bloodmoon twin 1)

-. Harvest (bloodmoon twin 2)

[misty-zzz]

once again, HI REGRETEVATOR FANDOM!!!

I feel like there has to be an infected au for every fandom :/ I have yet to see one of regretevator….

Yeah I made infected not infected

I have a small story line for it. Lampert finds infecteds Apartment, and he lets him in. After some trying to understand Lampert, because his mouth is torn off, infected finds out it’s his parents that Lampert wants. Soon after they set out to find his parents. Idk, just a little silly. But if you can’t tell by the pictures below, mark and wallter are infected 😒😒

anyways feast on my art‼️‼️‼️

Bive started the infection btw

[k1ra0nloose]

I PROMISED SOMEONE I WOULD MAKE FANART OF HER/HIM/THEY/IDFK AU FOR *INSERT PRONOUN* BUT PLEASE HEAR ME OUT

Alien au bcuz there's so many good aus in smg4 that I wanna make my own and ignore my other one

Small summary:

Smg3 (the one on the right) is a former scientist/inventor who Hates flatearthers and doesn't believe in aliens until he was called to examine a medeorite that fell on earth, one step into the crime scene and he encountered a horrifying green and blue monster alien. Until it wasn't it shape shifted itself to look rather similar to smg3, smg3 quickly realized that the alien is harmless and nonhostile and it's name is smg4, of course since it's a damn alien for gods sake the government is looking for it so smg3 decided to hide smg4 because he hates feeling lonely in his house(I can't find a better escuse)

I haven't even planned this au yet, just the summary and the designs

This is so weird and stupid but it's mine and I love it

Also it's like near midnight where I live and I wanted to share this with the world before I sleep cause why not

[welcome-to-our-lovely-hell]

~THE MANDELA CATALOGUE, SEANCE AU ~ . . . . . INFO ABOUT THIS AU!!: ⚝ This is an AU made for the analog horror series "The Mandela Catalogue" ⚝ This blog was created and ran by: @thatchers1mp ⚝ The story will also be written here as well!!

⚝ This story takes place in 2009, Mark didn't die in this AU but Cesar has

⚝ Vol.2 never happened

ASKS: Closed [For personal reasons]

BEFORE YOU CONTINUE: ⚝ There is tags for different things, it makes things easier for you to find everything!!:

Chapters/The story - #Seance AU Lore Info on AU/characters - #Seance AU Info Reblogs - #reblogs

⚝ Some chapters or info may be disturbing, there will be a warning in the tags and at the start of the post

⚝ This story is 13+ recommended [Rating may change]

[thesillyexpresser]

I was working on my AU when I realized something. No matter where I go, my past haunts me.

And yes, this is the AU stuff I was blabbering about. I’m planning on making more stuff about but ✨school✨ and ✨other stuff I should prioritize✨. (Idk if someone before already did this but oh well).

The name of this AU is Timeline: Fracti (oooo it has a colon and a Latin word that was so metal whenever I thought of it).

Like it’s legit them (minus the child sexualization, the robot mechas, etc.)

[fnf-beyond]

Hello and welcome to my first au I ever came up with in the FNF fandom!

First up are some rules about what you can and canNOT do with my art.

1. You cannot steal, trace, modify, or otherwise edit my artwork in any way shape or form.

2. You cannot repost my artwork to your blog, or ANY other platform you own/run in any capacity (like Pinterest or Twitter). That counts as stealing, even if you give credit for it. I did not give you permission to do so and I never will. If you would LIKE for me to post my art somewhere else (Twitter and Insta and those apps are an immediate “no” as I don’t have them and never will), all you have to do is ask. I will most likely say yes.

3. If you wish to use my art as a profile picture or a banner (unless you’re “yourlocalcostplayer/theunicorngirl6109”, you’ve lost this privilege completely), you MUST give credit to me, and put it as the *first thing* in your Bio/About Me so it’s easily seen.

4. If and ONLY IF I make a base that I (and ONLY I and @starified-lizzy- as that’s my main) label as “free for you guys to use” (once again, THEY lost this privilege), you can use it without asking, HOWEVER you MUST give me credit for making the original base, and link it back to the original post.

5. If I start a DTIYS (Draw this in your style), you can join without asking! However you must follow Rule 1 completely in that; you CANNOT trace over my art while doing so. It has to be done completely on your own (hence the name; Draw this in YOUR style. Not mine). Trust me, I can tell if you trace my shit, because I know my style. You don’t. And when you post it to your blog, make sure you credit me for starting the DTIYS.

6. Don’t try to sell my art (like try to get money from it). That’s yucky and gross and you need serious mental help if you do this.

Onto the actual au stuff!

Here are some things regarding names to keep in mind for this au;

Boyfriend’s name in this is Blue

Girlfriend’s name in this is Sophia

BB, from the VS Big Brother mod, is named Navy in this.

Blue’s mother is named Indigo in this.

Spirit’s human name was Sebastian.

Corrupted Blue when he just kinda… shows up, when we get to that arc, is referred to as C.

Server for au!!

The rough timeline for this au, without spoiling, is as follows:

1. A written version of the original game, that fits with this au (no singing or beep boops for the entire story- tho Blue does ‘beep’ when startled).

2. Corruption era, starting off extremely similar to PhantomFear’s mod, before it diverts into my own version of the story after Nexus Pico.

3. A bit of… interesting things regarding the Corruption Era

4. World hopping, will not elaborate. (4.5 is scrapped, as it no longer works. World hopping also might get scrapped)

5. Wrapping up the story with some lore “explaining.”

6. (Not entirely sure about keeping this one). Elaborating on stuff that revolves heavily around the demons of this world, and some past stuff that happened pre-story.

7. Technically not an arc, but any mini stories I feel like adding over time, and some other things like- wrapping up other character’s personal problems that I didn’t get to in the main story.

I will plan on updating this story with at least two chapters per month. I can’t promise any more than that, as writers block hits hard and fast, and I can’t control it. (Plus also I have work and college all week, with only one day off normally).

Here are some tags you can use to tag any fanart you make!

Some of the more generic tags you can use are #fnf au, or #fnf corruption au, paired with any of the fanart tags you see fit to use.

A specific one you can use to really single it out (which I will also add to every canon thing for this au after I post this) is #Star’s FNF au, or #Star’s corruption au!

#au things, #fnf au thoughts, is a tag I use for rants about this au.

#chaos quartet things, is for any posts regarding Spirit, C, Soul, and Blue in any degree, whether it be art, memes, or info dumps.

#trouble trio, is for any posts with Spirit, C, and Soul ONLY. Blue is not included in this.

Here is a link to the very start of the fic!

I hope you guys all enjoy your time here! I want this to be a safe space where we can just geek out over our little critters of characters and bounce ideas and headcanons off of each other without being judged!

(don’t be weird about any of it though, like no NSFW stuff. That stuff can make literally anyone uncomfy, so don’t. This isn’t the place for your… fantasies.)

[audrasmythe]

Name: Audra Smythe Age: Thirty-six Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: cis female, she/her, bisexual Hometown: York Affiliation: Neutral Job: Associate Curator at the Metropolitan Museum of Art Relationship Status: Single Positive Traits: Confident, intelligent, precise, compelling, loyal. Negative Traits: Impatient, arrogant, self-centered, stubborn, self-indulgent.

WHAT IF... she never married?

Audra's life, both before and after he was sent to prison, has revolved around one man. Alistair Priestley, her introduction to the Syndicate and to much of her current life. Married in her very early twenties, moving away from her entire family and thinking about nothing but her place as a wife and mother, and later- a forger.

In this life, she never made the mistake that put her in contact with the man and her life has been rather more peaceful for it. Instead, she moved to New York to complete her PhD, and quickly found a job that she loved. Happier, healthier, and far, far more inclined to one night stands.

[merao-mariposa]

Save a horse, ride a cowboy! (or an outlaw, I dont mind)

Pissa outlaws, cowboys and bandits AU! encontre un clip pasión de gavilanes y esto nacio(no tiene nada que ver igual)

Missa abandona su ajetreada vida en la ciudad cuando un sobre misterioso llega a su puerta citandolo a nombre del Badolero BigQ

La araña escarlata a desaparecido y Quakity busca por todos los amigos de aquella epoca con la esperanza de que ayuden a encontrarlo. Y aún que Missa es extremadamente reacio a volver a una vida que solo trajo dolor a su puerta pero se encuentra incapaz de cerrarle una puerta en la cara a un amigo.

El pueblo es justo como lo recordaba de sus paseos nocturnos solo que ahora esta mas lleno y vivo que nunca! sus ojos se demoran en como los niños corren detras de si con espadas de madera, inconscientes del como en las afueras del pueblo, cuando el atardecer empieza a atenuarse hasta convertirse en la noche los bandoleros salen a saquear lo que encuentren, matar ganado, y robando de los cultivos. Todo para pasar al siguiente pueblo el dia después.

Fue una vida agotadora, e incluso cuando ya termino sabe que no lo abandonara del todo, nunca podra tener sus propios hijos o alguien por quien dar la vida.

Mientras suspira pensando en como seria mucho mas digno morir en los brazos de un amate que un callejon después de una pelea de bar una repentina presión en sus piernas lo hace perder su equilibrio, ya de por si malo, y caer contra el piso arenoso lleno de rocas.

Levanto la mirada, escaneando con sus ojos morados la causa de la caida y ahi lo ve, un niño pequeño de a lo mucho 7-6 años esta sentado en el piso frente a el, alterado y con sus rodillas sangrantes; el claro culpable de la colicion sucedida.

El niño se disculpa rapidamente pero el ceño fruncido en su cara lo hace creer otra cosa, no duda que lo lamente pero hay algo mas ahí, antes de que el hombre pueda hablar el niño gruñe enojado hacia sus rodillas, suena mas como un ruido molesto que lastimero y se apresura a coger una espada de madera que seguro perdió en la caída con un gesto brusco.

Missa conoce esa ira, la a visto antes y sabe que a donde lleva no es un lugar para un niño.

Asi que lo detiene suavemente de hacer cualquier movimiento, "Esos son raspones bastante desagradables los que tienes ahi, chico" Missa se levanta en toda su extensión, tapando un poco el sol con su espalda y Chayanne solo se queda sorprendido por el mínimo el segundo antes de intentar reponder, pero Missa sigue resueltamente "todo el mundo sangra después de un fea herida" "pero eso es lo que vale la pena de ellas, dejan una marca bajo la sangre como el dios de la sangre, sabias?”

Chayanne niega timidamente con la cabeza de pronto toda su rabia ardiente como lava se siente fria, la curiosidad reemplaza el enojo y no puede evitar preguntarse si es ese dios de la sangre tan cool como suena? su padre le ha contado sobre multiples dioses como quien cuenta cuentos para dormir, pero su favorito siempre a sido sobre el guerrero legendario Technoblade, no cree que ese dios de la sangre sea mas cool!

Dan un paseo por la plaza y Chayanne puede empezar a admitir que el dios de la sangre puede que sea cool, no mas cool que su padre o su heroe! pero es tan ominoso y genial sobretodo cazando a sus presas que suenan tan molestas con su “Quaks” desesperados, le recuerdan a cierto profesor!

Estos Quaks pueden no ser geniales (más bien molestos) pero este hombre misterioso lo es, en cierto punto. Parece que siempre sabe que decir, su tono de voz es confiado y alegre como de quien conversa con un buen amigo pese a haberlo conocido hace solo unos minutos y de mala manera. No parece importarle que Chayanne lo haya derribado sobre el piso duro o su animosidad inicial (que en su defensa no era contra el señor alto, era más contra sí mismo) incluso se asegura suavemente que no hay nada malo con lloriquear cuando asisten con Mr Bad para que le limpie y le aplique una pomada en sus rodillas, Chayanne es uno guerrero así que lo lloro no se quejo! Pero él le permitió estrujar su mano durante le proceso si lo necesitaba.

Cuando él señor levemente genial y Mr Bad se empezaron al poner al día rápidamente noto como en vez esforzarse por entrar a la charla de los adultos él señor alto lo empujaba lentamente a descansar un poco.

Él le trae un vaso con agua y distrae a Bad para que Chayanne pueda robar algunos caramelos extra de su “bolsillo para buenos muffins”.

Los compartirá con su hermanita.

Ese hombre puede que sea de hecho un tipo cool.

Sus ojos son morados, Chayanne nota.

Le agrada ese tipo.

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Philza es un hombre tranquilo que a tenido su dosis justa de aventuras en la vida, pero eso ya termino. Ahora es un simple samaritano con dos hijos.

En sus ultimos años de vagar por el mundo escucho un rumor sobre y una especie de vaquero calavera que aterroziba el pueblo de Quesadilla en el condado Q.Essempi, inmediatamente decidio establecerse con su dos hijos ahí.

Llamalo loco, el mismo se regaña a veces por buscar una ultima aventura con dos niños tan pequeños, practicamente bebes, a cuestas pero algo dentro de el lo impulsaba a creer que habia algo mas en Quesadilla, algo maravilloso esperando por el. Intento preguntarle a su diosa no hubo respuesta directa pero al alba cuando su pequeña Tallulah abrio los ojos, finalmente se habian definido. Eran morados.

Ojos morados enormes que lo miraban con tanta inocenncia que juro que nunca habria dolor en sus vidas, ni de ella o su hermano mayor. Lo tomo como la respuesta de su diosa para quedarse en el pueblo y vivir pacíficamente.

Y así pasaron los años en el pueblito, el pequeño Chayanne tenía muchas energía, que generalmente usaba para apuñalar a los otros residentes y la pequeña tallulah crecería para ser una niña realmente alta! Muda y extremadamente talentosa con la música, Philza estaba orgulloso de ella se preguntaba si ese talento musical era lagun tipo de bendición porque de él no lo había aprendido.

Vio el pueblo cambiar con los años, gente ir y venir, gente que hablaba inglés, gente que hablaba francés, gente que hablaba portugués y gente que hablaba español, era con mucho el lugar más variado donde había estado y se sentía cómodo de que aún sin moverse constantemente sus hijos también pudieran aprender de otras culturas.

Diablos Chayanne incluso estaba aprendiendo alemán con su madrina Niki!

Philza no podía estar más feliz, de no ser porque de vez en cuando sentía algo solo similar a un tirón de pelo, en lo profundo de su pecho, en su corazón. Como si tuviera que voltear a algún lado, buscar algo, algo que esperaba por él y que le hacía falta incluso sin saberlo.

Podría dejarlo en que es viejo e ignorarlo, dejarlo pasar de no se porque sabía que era su diosa, señalándole algo que se había perdido o que profetizaba sería importante. Así fue cuando encontró a sus hijos, su cabeza zumbaba, no del todo, ahí arrastrándolo por la sala de adopciones, su corazón se sentía más liguero ahora que el pequeño paquete que pronto se nombraría Chayanne por las instalaciones estaba acunado en su pecho.

Pero la necesidad instintiva de avanzar no se detendría hasta encontrar a una diminuta y abandonada criatura, que resultó en ser la niña olvidada y abandonada por las instalaciones de adopción; Tallulah.

Era fácil suponer que después de encontrarla su idea de retirarse fue más que bienvenido y Phil decidió sacudirse el recuerdo de esas horribles instalaciones, no quería recordarlas y mucho menos que sus hijos supieran de esos cabrones federación, irresponsables.

Pero eso está en el pasado

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Phil suspiro, sus años de viajero y superviviente habían arruinado sus papilas gustativas. Hubiera estado bien antes si fuera solo él solo, pon un poco de aguacate en ese pan y sigue con el día. Pero ahora tenía dos niños y ciertamente Tallulah está arta de las tostadas de aguacate, Chayanne no va a luchar pero su hijo demora mucho su mirada en él cuando está cocinando, tratando de detenerlo telepáticamente.

El pensamiento lo hace reír ligeramente Phil es lo suficientemente funcional como para hacer una pasta decente que lo alimente a él y a dos niños, puede ver desde la ventana frente al fregadero su jardín de atrás. Tallulah está alimentando a algunos cuervos que se pasan por ahí, algunos incluso lo siguen durante el día! la niña se ríe de Brayan cuando accidentalmente empieza a ahogarse en el vivero para aves que instalaron especialmente para Esperanza y el corazón de Phil se derrite por un segundo cuando nota como algunos se posan de forma protectora frente a la niña (antes de distraerse y emperezar a ser caóticos, de nuevo) la imagen le recuerda que ya está la comida y su nido está vacío así que se apresura a abrir la ventana, llamar a Tallulah y salir a buscar a Chay. Probablemente esté vagando por el pueblo otra vez o se entretuvo con Ramón.

Sea como sea su hijo es fuerte, él conoce a las personas del pueblo como la palma de su mano y sabe que nunca le harían daño a su hijo, lo sabe y no se encuentra a sí mismo para estar preocupado. aún así corre, apresurado, no sabe porque pero siente que debe apresurarse antes de que se vaya, antes de que se vaya que? no lo sabe pero se mantiene rapido, buscando con la mirada a su alrededor y su corazón late agitado y anhelante, tirando mas rapido, tirando de su corazón susurrando un nombre que nunca habia oido antes.

Llega al centro del pueblo, no vio que algunos de los cuervos lo habían seguido moviéndose furiosamente por los aires vibrando y caw de emoción, están absolutamente extasiados, los cuervos saben algo que él, lo que solo lo hace querer reír, esta listo, lo a estado desde hace tanto tiempo, donde está, donde está, necesita verlo necesita-

“Chayanne!”

.

El niño deja de reír de alguna de las bromas que hizo Missa, su pequeño rostro se ilumina ante la voz que grita, quien asume es su padre. Ambos se parecen, piel clara y cabello amarillo paja, Missa se detiene súbitamente inseguro de acercarse al hombre guapo con el sombrero a rayas ay dios y si cree mal de él? se quiere morir, lo vio ladrandose con uno de los perros de vigilancia para hacer reír? Lo vio interpretando música con una botella random que encontró? Dios que alguien por favor lo mate.

.

Antes de que él pueda decidir si acercarse lentamente al hombre y agradecerle por encontrar a su hijo o por el contrario alejar a Chayanne del tipo extremadamente alto y desconocido pero entonces lo ve, ve como uno de sus cuervos se posa en el hombro del hombre misterioso como si lo hubiera hecho antes como si pertenecía ahí y sus ojos se permiten vagar una vez está lo suficientemente cerca al rostro del desconocido y oh… uh oh es guapo, no solo guapo, sino su tipo, maldición.

Un hombre alto, de cara bonita, cabello negro largo y vestimenta tirando a colores oscuros con azules brillantes, lo mira a los ojos antes de apartar la mirada nerviosamente y Phil ahora no solo quiere reír sino carcajearse.

Lo encontro. Ni siquiera es un "eso" sino un "él". Chayanne mira confundido el intercambio (o la falta de) entre los dos adultos y Phil casi quiere abofetear al cuervo cuando le lanza una mirada que solo puede definir como un "Te lo dije". Pero eso puede esperar ahora que tiene que presentarse ante el tipo que buscaba, que estuvo buscando, sin siquiera saberlo. Intenta hablar antes de que el chico se haga más pequeño sobre si mismo.

Ocultando su sonrojo lo mejor que puede, Phil extiende una mano, notando que el extraño había estado acariciando nerviosamente al cuervo en su hombro, Phil respira y finalmente se presenta.

"Hey there! I'm Philza, Philza Craft, but y´can call me Phil, are you new in Quesadilla, mate?"

...

El post original tenia unas traducciones pero ahora que estamos hablando español, pues f, no? AAAAaaaAAAaaaaRAGARAGA!! Quería que esto fuera breve, quería escribir algo más en Death Duo (forma platónica) pero mi crisis de sueño tomó el control y he estado en esto todo el día, ¡Pissa Nation, esta es mi oferta! asterisco-reverencia-asterisco/j Muchas gracias por apoyar mi primera publicación, ustedes fueron encantadores <3 Ahora intertare hacer la version español del post anterior, perdonen los errores ortograficos no tengo mucha experiencia en la escritura, también vuelvo a mencionar que el título viene de la canción, no esperen cosas explícitas porque simplemente no me siento cómoda haciéndolo. Gracias por leer los quiero mucho 💞💞

[brkwingss]

Name: Ricardo Jimenez

Age / D.O.B.: 33/04.14.1990

Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: Cis Male, He/Him, & Bisexual

Hometown: Corpus Christi, Texas

Affiliation: Civilian

Job position: EMT

Education: Three years of college

Relationship status: Single

Children: 1

AND LIFE WAS BUT A DREAM, SWEETHEART....

The change in his story: ' he never looked away (from his sister at the park) '

Ricardo kept his sister close by him that entire Sunday, and they ended up going for some ice cream afterwards.

As a result of this event, Ricardo never ends up growing up with his heart turning cold to the world. He grew up very close to his sister who had always had a way with pushing him to be a better person and accept himself as he was.

He's been able to connect to many people because he's more open and has tapped into his jokester side rather than sarcastic and bitter. He laughs more now, and life isn't so crappy even when it is.

Due to being much more open to those around him, Ricardo ends up meeting a girl who ends up owning his heart for three years. Despite the fact that the two of them were kind of feeling like they were more of 'best friends' than lovers they end up having one more night of passion and the two of them end up having an 'oopsie' baby; but it's okay, they come up with some great co-parenting abilities.

He works as an EMT and is always ready to help anyone in need.

[lolavillarin]

LOLA VILLARIN: the one where she stayed in the family business

Name: Lola Villarin

Age / D.O.B.: March 15th; 30

Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: Cis female, she/hers, for the girls

Hometown: Los Angeles, New York City

Affiliation: Civilian

Job position: Actress & Singer

Education: High School

Relationship status: Single

In this one, instead of attempting to go against the grain and have a 'normal', impacting career outside of the Hollywood bubble of her parents, Lola went right into acting after completing High School

Part of the new wave of nepo babies — your Zoe Kravitz, Miley Cyrus, Ben Platts, Dakota Johnsons of the world. There's real talent there, which helps.

Splits her time between LA and NYC.

Still chaotic, but in a 'has a PR team now' sort of way. Blonde ig?

[laurieellingham]

✧･ﾟ— B A S I C S

— NAME: Florian Henry Morganthal

— NICKNAME/S: Laurie (preferred name) ; Ace (used by his colleagues)

— D.O.B.: 24th August 1971 (age 52)

— GENDER, PRONOUNS, SEXUALITY: Cis male, he/him, bicurious

— HOMETOWN: Daytona Beach, Florida, USA

— AFFILIATION: Civilian

— JOB POSITION: Flight Instructor and former Commercial Airline Pilot

THE CHANGE: Laurie's parents stayed together and he followed in his father's footsteps

— Laurie's father, Mitch, despite his high flying lifestyle, was a faithful man who loved his wife and son more than anything. He would be away for work most of the week, but would spend every waking free hour he had taking Laurie and Nancy to the beach, the cinema, theme parks, on sailing trips, and to the nicest restaurants in town. Not only was he a talented and well-respected pilot, but Mitch's generosity and community spirit (he would do anything to help the needy with any time and money he could spare) elevated him to a place of the utmost admiration and Laurie wanted to bask in that glory, too.

— As soon as he came of age, Laurie ensured he met all the necessary requirements to get into flight school. With a little help from Mitch when he could give it, Laurie excelled on his own merits and studied harder than he ever did at high school. He still loved to read, but it never became anything more to him than a hobby; he didn't really have time to read anything other than his study books. However, his favourite hobby is aviation history and has been his passion ever since he could read and remember the stories his dad told him about his own flying and how planes came to be. During training, Laurie also gained the admiration he always wanted from his peers and tutors, who were impressed by his natural ability for the job, and soon he acquire the nickname 'Ace', which stuck for the rest of his career.

— Laurie's career as a commercial airline pilot saw him travelling all over the world: a childhood dream of his where the only difference was he was the pilot and not the passenger. He spent the first few years being based out of Florida, but when he had begun to earn a better wage, he moved up to New York City and always made it a priority to visit his mother whenever he was making a stop in Florida. He has an apartment he keeps close to LaGuardia Airport in case he needs to fly, but spends his free time in bustling Manhattan.

— His travelling also allowed him to meet a wide variety of different people, including women who had a penchant for pilots and their uniform. Being the charming, witty, and handsome man that he was it was easy for Laurie to ask women if he could buy them a drink (or two) and it was more than likely that they would accompany him back to his hotel room. Sometimes alcohol didn't even need to be involved for anyone to make a move. Everything had fallen into place for him and his lifestyle was one he never wanted to let go. Unfortunately this meant that Laurie never had a relationship that lasted more that a couple of months. Most of the women he was with loved the uniform, but couldn't handle the job itself: long-distance was something they could never deal with and after a time Laurie gave up on dating completely. Much to the disappointment of his parents, he never married and never had children, but still swings by bars for a drink and an occasional one-night stand.

— Laurie retired from commercial piloting at the age of 46 and trained to become a flying instructor, ensuring his skills, knowledge, and experience wouldn't go to waste, but would instead be used to teach the next generation of pilots. He finds it easy to keep people engaged and makes learning fun, always taking extra time to help those students who need a little more support. He also likes to brag to just about anyone about his adventures, including his own father, and on weekends enjoys flying at his own leisure in his very own light aircraft.

[starified-lizzy]

Something something something, the intro to my huge ass au.

Some notes: Blue= BF, Sophie= GF, Navy= BB

Feedback is appreciated!

It was a nice night out. Warm, with a nice breeze, stars twinkling bright in the sky with a crescent moon a sliver of white in the darkening sky.

Tonight was prom. A huge day for the seniors. A time to dance with one’s friends and/or partners, or just go completely apeshit and get pregnant in the bathroom stalls. Blue would rather go on living without hearing or seeing that.

Unfortunately… his mother thought going without either a friend or a date would be a good idea. Normally- he probably would have a date if they hadn’t moved from Philly in Middle School.

……

He’d rather not think about his middle school years.

His mother pushed his hair back again, lightly hairspraying it to keep it in place, as the lights from the bathroom’s ceiling made him feel like he was being interrogated. Instinctively, Blue reached up to mess it up again, hating having his bangs pushed away, but his mother just lightly smacked his hand away, tutting.

“We’ve gotta be formal, hun.”

“Mom- I don’t even want to go.” Blue whined, letting his mother fuss over him. She lightly patted some loose strands of his cyan hair into place, adding a bit more spray.

“I know sweetie, but this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! I don’t want you to miss out like Navy did.” She said.

“Navy only skipped it because half the women there hated him, and he didn’t want to deal with it.” He pouted, vividly remembering his brother’s whole panic attack about it.

“I know, and I get that. You haven’t even tried talking to anyone there enough to even know if they like you or not. Who knows? Maybe you’ll find yourself another man~.” She teased, picking up the black bowtie from the counter.

“M O M …” Blue hissed, immediately getting red.

She laughed politely, “Sorry, sweetie, but I think it’s adorable. You don’t let others get in between you and the people you care for.”

“Yeah well- the last guy I was with… he isn’t a fan of me anymore…”

His mother fell silent. “I know you don’t want to tell me, and I understand, I just wish I knew what happened between you two?”

“Moving away is what happened.” He replied bitterly, feeling guilty for being rude about it. His mother just wanted what was best for her sons, and Philly had started to become a shithole after-

He closed his eyes tightly, trying to block out the smell of smoke and the sound of a building collapsing from his mind.

“I’m sorry, Blue, but I didn’t want you to grow up in a crime-ridden area.” She said softly, sitting down on the toilet lid besides Blue, beckoning him to face her so she could put the bowtie on.

“I know…”

She put the bowtie clip on, flattening any wrinkles in his white button-up she saw before standing with a sigh. “You’re all set. My baby boy… all grown up.”

Blue couldn’t help the small grin that crossed his face for a moment.

“Let me see that beautiful smile.” She asked, tilting her head slightly, her royal blue hair momentarily falling into her face.

Blue gave her just that, showing off his grin that his mother loved.

“There we are. Make sure you text your brother and I how it goes.” She said, ushering him out of the bathroom and into the landing, getting her purse and keys.

“You don’t have to drive me, mom. I have a license…” he insisted, his face getting red with embarrassment.

“I know, but I want to! This is the last time I can do something for my baby boy before he officially becomes an adult!” She said.

He hesitated… pursing his lips as he fought with himself over this. “Fine. So long as you don’t like- lean halfway out of the car and yell at me… or honk your horn.”

She snorted. “I wouldn’t do that.”

“Yes. You would. You did it to both me and Navy when you made us go to Homecoming.” He replied flatly.

“Ah… right…”

Blue huffed amusedly, turning to leave with his mother trailing behind, far more excited about this than he was.

~

He stood on the steps of the school’s entrance.

His mother had given him a pep talk, giving him tips on how to either convince a woman OR man to dance.

Like hell he’s going to actually ask someone to dance.

Others with dates, or just friends, walked past him into the school, paying him no mind. They all looked excited for this, like this is something they wanted to do.

Why can’t he be like that?

He shook his head slightly. Taking in a deep breath to calm his nerves, he walked in.

Inside, the lights were down, replaced with slowly shifting lights as slow-music played. Couples were already dancing, holding each other close as their hips swayed to the music. Others who just came with friends were just chilling by the pillars, chatting away with drinks and other snacks in their hands.

Awkwardly, Blue moved to lean against a pillar, crossing his arms as he watched the couples on the dance floors have fun. He momentarily wondered how prom would’ve gone if he was still with his ex, but he shook it away.

He scanned the individuals hanging out around the sides, trying to see if there was anyone he had ever even talked to here he could hopefully hang with. His gaze landed on a girl standing by herself.

She had brown hair done neatly into a bun, with short, curled strands hanging strategically in front of her ears. Small sparkling golden hooped earrings were hooked in her ears, and a small golden necklace with a little flower pendant on it draped around her neck. Her red dress was sleeveless, with two straps wrapped around her neck to hold it up.

No one stood by her. No one talked to her.

He glanced away when she looked up, cursing to himself for looking at her like that. She looked lonely, like she also had no friends, but he doubted that someone like that could have no friends. He cursed himself once again, before pushing off the pillar, moving to where he last saw her.

She was still there, staring out into the mass of slow-dancers with an expression of longing. Blue wrung his hands together as they got sweaty.

Is he really going to do this?

He watched as she sighed, looking away.

Yeah… he is.

He approached from the side so she could see him, which she did, studying him confusedly. Her eyes were a warm chocolate brown and glistened with the lights.

“Hi, Uhm… I saw you standing by yourself… and I just… I wanted to ask if you were okay?” He stammered, hands continuously wringing together to keep himself from full-on panicking.

“Oh… yeah, I mean… I don’t really have anyone to dance with… nor did I really want to come here, but my dad made me.” She explained, before taking on a slightly annoyed tone, “Which I don’t get when he knows damn well I don’t have anyone to dance with.”

Blue hesitated, unsure of how to continue the conversation he started. “I don’t have anyone to dance with either, nor do I want to be here too. My mom made me go, saying it’s a ‘once in a lifetime opportunity’.” He quoted, throwing up the air-quotes.

“You too? I just don’t get the hype. Like- sure, having a partner would make this experience more enjoyable, but at the same time- it’s just… the amount of people here is overwhelming. I feel so bad for people who have sensory issues who’s parents made them go.” She ranted, ending with a sigh.

“Old people are weird.” Blue agreed with awkwardly.

They sat in silence for bit, watching the dancing continue.

“Say, what’s your name? I can’t imagine a cutie like you not having a date for prom.”

Blue flushed, stammering over himself and wringing his hands together nervously, “O-oh! U-uhm… my n-name is B-B-Blue.”

“Blue? That’s such a cute name. My name’s Sophia. You can call me Sophie.” She said, smiling at him. She reached her hands out, gently taking his and holding them. “Say, how’s a dance sound?”

Blue could only nod, trying not to smile like an utter dork.

-

He laughed as Sophie messed his hair up, ducking away and batting her hands away.

“Your hair is so fluffy! And are you serious that it’s naturally this color?” She asked, keeping her hands to herself after another swat from the shorter.

“Yeah! Both mine and my brother’s. My mom’s hair is naturally a royal blue.” He explained, a permanent grin plastered on his face.

“Nahhh- ain’t no way. I’d have to see it to believe it.” She said.

“Well- if my mom shows up before your dad does, maybe you can see her hair. My brother is in Philly right now, he lives there.” Blue explained.

“Wait, you have family in Philly too?” Sophie asked, eyes bright.

“Oh- yeah! In the shitty bit, but yeah.”

Sophie ‘ah’ed, looking towards the ground. “My mom’s currently in Philly too. Not there, specifically, but nearby. She’s doing a show there.”

Blue looked at her confusedly. “A show?”

“Yeah, my Mom’s actually a pretty big pop star… Mearest?”

Blue’s jaw dropped. “YOUR MOTHER IS-“

She covered his mouth mid-shock, shushing him. “Yes! Now please don’t let the whole school know!” She begged.

Blue nodded. “Your mother is the pop star Mearest?! The Mearest?!” He asked in a hiss after she removed her hands.

“Yeah… my dad’s Dearest, the retired rapper.”

Blue’s jaw fell open.

“Everyone says how lucky I am to have literal stars as parents…. But it’s not all glory and money and fame all the time…”

Blue tilted his head. “What do you mean..?”

Sophie glanced at him. Her eyes holding a secret that she desperately wanted to tell.

“My parents are…. I am-“

A loud honk startled them, interrupting Sophie.

“Shit… my dad’s here. I have to go now.” She leaned down and gave him a quick kiss to his cheek. “Tonight was very lovely, thank you.”

Blue watched in a flustered daze as she hurried to the literal fucking limo waiting for her. She turned and waved to him.

He waved back.

Something something something, the intro to my huge ass au.

I really want to make this au a comic, but I don’t know where to STAAARRRRRRT-

I’ve never actually posted a chapter straight to Tumblr before, so this is a first.

Feedback is greatly appreciated!

[dcyliightt]

ARMAN AHADI - Icarus built his wings

Name: Arman Ahadi

Age.: 41

Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: Cis male, he/him, homosexual

Affiliation: Civilian

Job position: Adjunct Professor, Author

Education: PhD in English Literature

Relationship status: Married @astrorahi

Children: Two

> Arman had been warned all his life. The story of Icarus was more of a cautionary tale than anything else... and in another life, perhaps he kept his feet firmly on the ground. Perhaps he settled for digging his heels into the dirt and just admiring the stars from a distance... but in this life, Arman built his wings, and he built them to last. He tucked the wax and paper away in favor of steel and iron so that they wouldn't burn... and it worked. > He drank star fire and watched without fear as the love of his life catapulted himself into space. While he was away, Arman began his own expedition, writing his debut novel while he kept a fond eye to the sky. > Now, he's married with two children and two novels under his belt, a third one on the way (of which one, he likes to keep that a secret). Fully based in Houston, his life is just how it should be... but the wings of Icarus grows hot as he circles the sun, and even with steel and iron, one forgets that the flesh can burn. > He wonders what it might have been like if he had stayed safely on the ground. He wonders of the consequences of flying too close to the sun. > He's in New York for work along with his husband, their kids, and yes, he's made the obligatory trip to the M&M store twice now because his babies have him wrapped around his finger and he can't say no.