#boardwalk empire au

[tooni-the-demon-gal]

I'm making a Boardwalk Empire Kaiju AU because it's a super rad concept (yes i'm autistic how did you know)

i'm currently just making concept art of each of the characters before i dive head first into making full refrence sheets. i'm definitely gonna do charlie, meyer and benny next bc i adore them and i know people are gonna wanna see them the most. but for now, here's al and richard to suffice (they're my favorites so i HAD to draw them first) i also added little notes of the side as i drew. if anyone has any ideas, i'd love to hear em!

[realitywarpinq]

I think given the right circumstances Gillian and Gyp could’ve been such a power couple. Not any circumstances which could’ve arisen from canon I hastily add, given Gillian has so many walls and performative masks that I don’t think she even begins to figure out who she really is until s5 when she’s with Roy and finally lets go of the idea of getting Tommy back (not that it lasts very long) so she never would have revealed anything remotely genuine to Gyp, especially since, y’know, he invaded her business and basically took both it and her hostage..

It’s just, Gyp of all the gangsters is probably the worst at keeping his own mask in place; he’s on the verge of tears almost all of the time, whether they be from anger, sadness or inadequacy. He’s incredibly insecure, about his background, his intellect, his grasp on power, and his place within it all.

They both know what it is to live inside a persona you hope to God the people around you will respect. They exemplify the extremes of the spectrum for how their genders survive in their world; Gyp, loud, through anger and violence and strong-arming, Gillian, quiet, through appeasement and manipulation and influence.

Gyp, rather antithetically to his persona and relative to the other men in his hoard, is quite respectful of women (feminism win! the man who used a woman as a human shield probably would have used anyone regardless of gender the same way in that situation!) and genuinely seems to want to worship Gillian, which is something she’s never experienced before and, honestly, I think she deserves. He doesn’t even take it personally when she ties to drug him (“I don't blame you, Red. I really don't. But the thing of it is, somebody's always got to lose.”) whereas he’s killed men horrifically for far less.

Perhaps if they’d come into each others lives earlier, found themselves in circumstances that lead to them be honest, sharing their real selves. (This is an ongoing theme of the show: what you do or don’t say to the right or wrong people and the consequences of this trust or distrust. see also: the fact that if Gillian and Richard had communicated even a bit they would’ve realised they both wanted the same thing: Gyp’s gang out of the cathouse and Tommy safe) If circumstances allowed for this, they could’ve accepted each other, the only people to do so, and worked something out.

Not in a normal way though. Definitely not. Probably in a “she was his queen, and god help anyone who dared to disrespect his queen” wearing matching couples sweats w pictures of wolves on kinda way.

Gyp kills Nucky for HER not for Masseria. They kill Leander together and live in chaotic harmony where she can do whatever she wants and he says yes you’re sooo right babe. Do you see my vision.

[soapkaars]

Sometimes you get possessed and you draw a 25+ panel comic about a Boardwalk-empire style alternate universe take on the wacky races where most of the races are bootleggers, moonshiners, and mobsters, with two lost WW1 ace pilots participating and trying (and failing) to not get on the wrong side of their fellow participants.

Note 1: Lil' Gruesome is a blatant Peter Lorre ripoff because in the show his voice actor does a Peter Lorre impression. Lorre being a film noir actor who liked playing terrible people is being honoured here by being cast as a terrifying Gyp Rosetti stand-in, with some Hungarian flair delivered with the help of @faustiandevil

Note 2: Don't worry about Red Max, he'll be fine

Note 3: 'Piroska' refers to Little Red Riding Hood, 'Most, biztos jól össeszartad, nemde?' means 'you just shit yourself, didn't you?' (sorry if I made any spelling mistakes!)

Note 4: Really, don't worry about him. He's fine, everything's fine.

Featuring: Dick Dastardly in a not-so hidden romantic relation with Red Max, Professor Pat Pending, Penelope Pitstop, Lil' Gruesome, and Big Gruesome silently looking on

[ricardian-werewolf]

Fanfic Masterlist: Finished Fics:

Rating: Mature Status: FINISHED 5/9/24. Cw/Tws: heavy discussions of mental health, prices of religious trauma and sainthood. Lots of mentions of attempted assassinations by Vasily. Sexual assault mentions, smut in later chapters, graphic depictions of violence, but canon. merzost being used anti-canonically.

Ao3 Link: Masterlist

Stars 'round his wrists.

When I am King, you will be first against the wall.

Take My hand, I'll drown you with me.

But your profile could not hide the fact you knew I was approaching your throne.

The world is lying fallow and you are apart from me.

Holy Water cannot help you now.

Still, I follow the Heartlines on your hand.

Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap.

The Cost of the Crown.

I am a world's forgotten boy.

Once More unto the Breach.

The Sun's turning Red.

Everytime I see you falling, I get down on my knees and pray.

True Faith

Just our hands clasped so tight.

****

Non-Grishaverse FINISHED FIC.

Synopsis:

Atlantic City, 1921. Prohibition has come in with a bang, and the bootleggers long to profit off of people’s desire for spirits. But some of their intentions and creations come with nasty consequences. Sometimes, liquor really can kill. And for Nucky Thompson, that’s a gamble he’s willing to take. Even if federal agents are snapping at his heels, and people are dying in the streets, Atlantic City, is after all, the world’s playground.

Chapter list:

Blood stained sheets

The ivory tower

The tin soldier

A Wolf, a man, and a plan

Every little thing she does is madness.

Leave before the sun comes up

Burning for you

Death Race

The darkest hour is before the dawn

Don’t turn your back

Series: Profunda Venae - Deep veins. 

Chronicling a split off of English history during the weeks after Victoria’s coronation, this series explores the What-Ifs of the English Industrial revolution and the idea of vampires being representative of the ruling class. It also dives into the ideas of class revolution, Nuclear Winter, the usage of productive power to control the narrative, and more. It is also mainly a narrative of just how dangerous controlling the reins of who tells history can truly be.

Written during the hardest years of my life, this series was created to be a distraction from the mires and misery of Neurodivergency in a common-education experience.

Book 1 is set in a world much like our own with certain shifts. Book 2 is a world that starts out similar and quickly becomes quite different. Book 3 is a world that is far in the past and far in the future all at once.

Book 1: The Lineaments of Malefaction: [Finished 2022]

Synopsis:

1838 - the house of Hanover and the United Kingdom are at last stable. Queen Victoria has taken to the throne with Lord M at her shoulder as her beloved Prime Minister. However, as always, those left in the shadows squabble and plot.

For what more of a travesty can there be than a sweet queen of 18, and a human one at that?

Wrongs must always be righted, regardless of who is in the way. Sometimes those means are more dastardly than anyone could imagine. As someone once said, family is not stronger than the blood that is spilt on the battlefield of power.

Chapter List, with dates of publication:

Pills and plans (2022-03-11)

Blood in the water (2022-03-12)

A murder of politicians (2022-03-13)

Ballrooms and bites (2022-03-13)

The Revenants of Pemberley (2022-03-17)

Lifting the veil (2022-03-17)

Burning down the castle (2022-03-28)

Shadows, the stars, and you. (2022-03-28)

Oh Noel (2022-04-02)

For the Queen (2022-04-02)

If we burn, you burn with us (2022-04-07)

recovery and revolution (2022-04-07)

Paint it black (2022-04-07)

A wedding and a honeymoon. (2022-04-07)

All that ends well (2022-04-07)

Book 2: The Evils of Darkness: [Finished 2022]

Synopsis:

1848 - the house of Kingsbridge and England have enjoyed 8 years of relative peace and quiet. Victoria and Lord M are at last united in matrimony and state, and those who opposed their rule are defeated or interred. Yet, plans always abound to take down those some see as unpopular.

For vampires aren’t fit to rule humans. Even in a place like Great Britain, wrongs must be righted, and balance must be restored.

No matter the personal cost.

Chapter List:

A bad beginning

Hold tight London

The Threads of eternity.

The War Game

When the wind blows

The Day After

Protect and survive

Operation square leg

Do no harm

Nuclear winter

Babylon

Unfinished FICS:

Book 3: Dum Pugnatur, Bellum Amittitur [ongoing - stagnant updates based on fixation]

Synopsis:

1865 - the thrones of Queen Victoria and King William are lost to the wastelands. The House of Kingsbridge is no more, and in its place, factions plot and squabble to rule the destroyed land once called England.

But that is easier said then done, for England herself is a place of ruin and starvation. For the nuclear winter that ripped the royal family apart has rolled its citizens back to the Middle Ages. But for those who have survived the hell of 1858, there is a new threat on the horizon that may blot out even 1848 - America has been at war with itself for going on 4 years, and there is whispers abounding that the Royal Family may be amongst the evacuees who fled on the steamship, the Kerberos.

All of these whispers and plans within plans make for a perfect firestorm to be set upon England's starving lower classes, for as someone once said: fealty is not stronger than the blood that is spilled on the battlefield of power.

Chapter list:

1. Now Is The Winter Of Our Discontent

2. Ravens feathers and Mozart

3. Paternoster Row

4. The Evil Genius of the Republican Party.

5. A Plea To Fate

6. Marian

Fear and Delight, or how I learned to stop worrying and wear gloves to hide my trauma. {ongoing - abandoned until new season comes out and interior worldbuilding kinks are solved}

Synopsis:

* Set During Season 2 of the Gilded Age - does not follow central plot by the beats*. Title taken from Dr Strangelove. ***** The Russell's Newport mansion could be called many things. The New York Times called it “Grandiose - a paragon of modern architecture.” The Post deemed it: “The newly-built mansion is a sign of the shifting tides of New Money upon our cities elite,”. More attention was paid to the ongoing Opera War waged by Bertha Russell and her arch nemesis, Caroline Astor. Astor had the boxes at the Academy of Music and dealt them out like generals awarding medals to soldiers who’d survived a conflict: rarely given and precious to only a few. Bertha Russell had set up the enemy camp with her Metropolitan Opera house (still undergoing building and desperately needing funds), and sought to gain some of the broken backs of the Academy’s patrons. The more soldiers - patrons - Mrs Russell could win over in advance of the Met’s opening, the better. ***** Robber Barons, The Crows, a Princess who is in America to settle an old Score, all for one very mediocre production of Faust.

Chapter list:

Washington Square

Old Money

Abstract: Set in an alternate timeline of the Grishaverse where the country of Ravka very closely resembles the Western Front of the Great War, this is a fic that sets out to explore an idea: What if First Army developed their own order of Saints, and how this affects the war effort. Part reflection on Religion, War, femininity, and social propaganda movements, part war-story Straight from the early 20th century a la the writings of Will R Bird. All angst. Characters: Nikolai Lantsov, Dominik Vertov, Olga Kylov (oc), Will R Bird, Alina Starkov, and others! Pairings: Nikolai x OC. Rating: Mature CW/TWs: War, mentions of extreme violence, universe typical prejudices, heavy discussions of religion. Later chapters go into period typical sexism of the late Victorian period, and share cases similar to that of the Red Army's female soldiers of ww2.

Chapter List. 1. Over There

[64-jungle-planks]

Night at the Museum Wing AU

(AU by @multiversal-madness)

I love this AU so much!

I based Al's wings off of a red-tailed hawk! Al always “thought of himself as “American” rather than Italian or even Italian-American.” (Al Capone by Deirdre Bair) The screech used for the Bald Eagle in Hollywood is actually the call of a red-tailed hawk!

Ralph's wings are based off a Rüppell's Vulture/ a Griffon Vulture. I don't have a lot of reason why, I just felt he should be a large bird of prey with feathers close to Al's. Griffon Vultures hold the record for the highest flying bird in the world!

Frank is based off a Northern Mockingbird. They are known for being very smart birds. They are also very aggressive and territorial, like Frank was. I feel I could have picked a bird of prey to fit in with his brothers, but I think a Northern Mockingbird suits him because of his description of being the best looking and mild-mannered brother.

(Colored Version below the cut)

I love this AU a lot! I want to make more art for it. Multi says that "Those born in and later than 1900 have wings while some born 1890 to 1900 might have wings", which lets all the Capone siblings have wings! Ralph was born in 1894, Frank in 1895, and Al in 1899!

Since I headcanon Jimmy/Richard James "Two-Gun" Hart to be in Jed's group, I'm not sure if he would have wings! Especially since he was born in 1892. Maybe he did, but when he was made into a Miniature, they weren't added?

[goatsandgangsters]

🦗 and 🎵 for the emoji ask meme!

🦗Do you write in sequence or jump around?

I used to be Very Strict about only writing in order, but I started letting myself jump around ~two years ago and WHAT A GAME CHANGER, IT HAS SAVED MY WRITING LIFE!!!!!

I get so much more written by jumping around, because when inspiration hits for a scene I can actually take advantage. it makes my writing so much better when I have not just an outline for What's To Come but specific scenes written that I can write towards and mirror very intentionally with word choice, lines of dialogue etc. jumping around when writing multichap fic has made my vision for the whole thing clearer, my choices more deliberate, and—most importantly—it's made it more fun. because I actually get to write the fun parts that inspire me!! instead of torturing myself by dangling the good bits as a carrot of something I might theoretically one day get to write!

(general you, the writer reading this, try it. give yourself permission. if it's not for you, you've still learned something about your process. but if you've never tried and think "oh I could never write that way," I would have said that once too. but tbh if I'd let myself do this earlier, it would have made everything SO much better and I would have gotten so much more done. just experiment so you Know if it's really for you or not)

🎵Do you make playlists for your fics?

yes but they're waaaaay less Curated than if I were making a fanmix. my writing playlists are not "here's a highly selective 12-song playlist with lyrics and music that fit and that come together to tell a story musically" as with fanxmies. they are "I need a 13-hour playlist that's Vibes Only that I can put on shuffle and have the right ambiance for whatever I'm working on."

I've got specific ones for all my different Boardwalk AUs, then one for generic grishaverse writing purposes, and I think "sexy" speaks for itself

50s au: honestly not that long, I don't have that much 50s music

Focus au: ~7 hours. the great gatsby (2013) soundtrack is actually perfect vibes. plus a lotta amy winehouse, lana, etc. anything that feels humid and sultry

Grishaverse: ~24 hours. not fic-specific but works for anything in that fandom. I've got the shadow and bone soundtrack, the lotr soundtrack, a lot of florence, anything that has light/darkness imagery, anything that feels Bigger in a high-fantasy, fate-of-the-world way

High School au: ~24 hours. basically all pop music circa like 2008–2012 and some pop punk. whatever makes me feel Teenagery again. also functions as a fun nostalgia playlist

Hunger Games au: ~9 hours. as many soundtracks from the movies as I could get from my local library, plus anything folk-y and sad (the civil wars, etc)

Sexy: ~2 hours, not necessarily songs about sex, just songs that Are Sensual musically or kinda kinky bc let's be real about what I'm writing

also it's not a saved playlist, but I've been writing a lot of Edwardian-set stuff lately, so for that I'll go on spotify and put on early 20th-century English composers like Gustav Holst and Ralph Vaughn Williams and let the algo take it from there

fanfic writer emoji ask meme

[raulsberet]

I drew more Benny but he's in my 60s/70s Band AU this time around.

The band's called The Northeast Moon Museum ^^

[meyerlansky]

Last Line Game

Rules: Make a new post and post your latest/most recent line from your WIP and tag as many people as there are words

tagged by @goatsandgangsters with the explicit purpose of getting me to post some meyer/charlie pacrim au, and. well.

“I’m sympathetic to your position—” and what a crock of shit that is, Charlie doesn’t think this kid’s felt an ounce of sympathy for anyone in his life, except maybe that crazy co-pilot of his, “—but what the Admiralty choose to do with Delta is out of my control.”

i am NOT tagging 48 people. how about eight. @iceskatingmobsters @inkpot-demigod @waifuofbath @adriansfrombrooklyn @runn0ft @castershellwrites @stoportotouch @ryehouses

[laiqualaurelote]

2023 Fic Round-up

This year I wrote seven fics and 108,512 words, which is more than I thought! Here's a round-up

maybe everything that dies someday comes back (The English | Cornelia/Eli | M | 14k)

The post-apocalyptic Mad Max Fury Road zombie AU where David Melmont hires bounty hunter Eli Whipp to track down and retrieve a fugitive called Cornelia Locke.

wins this year's award for: Fic That Fulfils My Childhood Dream (writing a zombie apocalypse)

ain't practical, a world you can't touch (The English | Cornelia/Eli | G | 5k)

The Pushing Daisies AU in which Eli can bring people back to life with his touch, but has tried his best not to until Cornelia.

wins this year's award for: Deepest Cut, Zagged

The Lady With The Recorder Asks The Questions (Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries | Phryne/Jack | T | 6k | WIP)

Modern-day newsroom!AU - Phryne is a star investigative journalist who breaks news as easily as she breaks hearts; Jack is just trying to do his best in the war on error.

wins this year's award for: Fic I Most Regret Not Finishing (I'm sorry!)

constant as a northern star (constantly in the dark) (Ted Lasso | Ted/Trent, past Trent/OFC | T | 10.5k)

The saga of Trent Crimm and his independent ex-wife.

wins this year's award for: Most Surprisingly Popular Fic

all the men and women merely players (Ted Lasso | Ted/Trent, Roy/Keeley/Jamie | T | 50k)

The Station Eleven!AU where the Richmond Players are a travelling Shakespearean company performing in the ruins of a post-pandemic England, and Trent is, despite the apocalypse, still a journalist.

wins this year's awards for: Longest Fic, Fic That Survived The Most Hiatuses, Fic I Am Proudest Of

well-versed in etiquette, extraordinarily nice (Good Omens, Historical RPF | Aziraphale/Crowley | G | 3k)

The Regency heist fic in which Jane Austen, criminal mastermind and aspiring novelist, pulls off the 1810 Clerkenwell Diamond Robbery with the help of a certain demon.

wins this year's award for: Quickest Fic (I wrote it in four days)

speak easy, swing hard (Marvel Cinematic Universe | Steve/Tony | T | 13k)

The 1920s Prohibition era!AU in which Tony runs a nightclub empire, Steve is an aspiring artist and/or questionably undercover agent, Sam and Bucky are bootlegging their way through America and nobody knows what Natasha is up to.

wins this year's award for: Most Historical Research (I watched two seasons of Boardwalk Empire and had to figure out multiple characters' speech patterns, then transpose these to the 1920s. Also I listened to so much vaudeville)

I don't think I will be around as much in 2024, barring unexpected hyperfixations, but I wish you all a glorious year anyway! May your WIPs be finished, your ships prolific and your fandoms full of joy.

[faustiandevil]

Jimmy, Jimmy, cocoa puff, Jimmy, Jimmy, ride Jimmy, Jimmy, cocoa puff, Jimmy, get me high Love me if you love or not, you can be my light Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high Your mom called, I told her, you're fuckin' up big time

More Lil’ Gruesome and Dick Dastardly in drag, because they live in my head rent free. I’m also back in my fuck around and find out era with my art. I’m getting a bit bored with lineart.

Also to promo myself a bit, because I’m shameless: I started working on the Wacky Races Boardwalk Empire AU and already posted the first chapter on my Ao3 (same name as here, you just gotta be logged in to view). So if y’all like the 1920s, Weimar, Prohibition era, gangsters and such maybe you should check it out~

[ghastlyfilters]

ain’t that somethin’ | al capone x fem!reader

pairing; al capone x fem!reader

warnings; mentions of facial scarring, a little angst

a/n; this version of al is entirely based on stephen graham’s portrayal of him in boardwalk empire! (also yo i’ve been fucking dying to write about boardwalk empire for AGES)

plot; imagine al deep down feeling insecure about his scars, and his girlfriend telling him how truly beautiful she finds him with them.

(au where al isn’t married to mae ofc)

MASTERLIST

gif by fancykraken!

Al fiddled with his pen as he sat in his office within the walls of the Four Deuces. Johnny wasn’t around today. He was taking care of some business elsewhere. Thank fuck. Al didn’t exactly miss any of his demands or shitty remarks.

He leaned back in his chair, sighing to himself. Al was never really the type to often feel emotionally drained. And when he did, he hid it rather well. But today he was in no mood for putting on a false smile.

“Al?” Said that same old sweet voice. He lifted his head, now staring at the beautiful woman smiling at him from the doorway.

“What?!” He barked, wanting to curse at himself for sounding so harsh. But it seemed that he really couldn’t help it.

Y/n didn’t look too bothered. She was quite used to his outbursts and mood swings. In fact, she was the only one who put up with them. And Al secretly appreciated that.

“I’m sorry,” Al admitted. “What’s the matter?”

Y/n gave another soft smile. “Nothing it’s just.. well it’s getting a late.. that’s all. We should probably head home.”

“It ain’t late. You’ll last another half hour.” Al said, clutching the pen in his hand.

She glanced at the clock above him, ticking relentlessly. “Al, it’s almost ten at night..”

Al sighed again, rubbing his tired eyes. “I gotta sort out these checks for Johnny, doll..”

Y/n walked over to him, closing the door behind her. Her heels clicked on the hard flooring. A sound that irritated most, but soothed Al knowing it was her presence.

“You gonna tell me what’s the matter?” She asked, brushing his hair back with her fingers.

“Huh?”

“Al.”

He knew that stern look meant she sensed something was up. But he still didn’t feel like talking. He put some of the papers away, beginning to finish up.

“Just.. just gimme fifteen minutes, huh? I’ll get my coat and hat from Billy. I Left it at the bar. Then i’ll bring the car around. After that, you can meet me out front.” Al’s eyes looked as though they were practically pleading for dismissal on the conversation.

She slowly nodded, walking away and closing the door once again. Al just sheepishly rubbed his nose and closed his eyes, knowing she’d somehow get this outta him when they got back.

Jesus.

The drive home wasn’t as bad as he expected. She’d managed to take his mind off a lot of the things that had been pestering him lately. She never failed to do so.

Just this one damn thing.

The one thing that he was scared to admit in case she thought any less of a man about him after he’d spoke up on it. Al knew she was constantly understanding, but it was more the burning feeling of embarrassment he couldn’t stand.

They skipped dinner that night. No wonder seeing as it was even later now. He didn’t want her to bother cooking at this time. Not when the reason they were home so late was his fault. Johnny easily wouldn’t have minded if Al got up early the next morning to come in and sort the shit that needed done. But Al was trying to do anything to distract himself from the confrontation he’d soon face at home.

As the two lay in bed, Y/n turned to him, and he knew the questions would soon start dropping.

“You gonna tell me what’s the matter now?” She blurted out, nestling herself closer into his chest.

Al rolled his eyes. “It’s nothin’.”

“Sure, sure. So there isn’t a particular reason why you’ve chose to be Gloomy Gus all day?” Y/n pushed further.

He sat up a little, trying to avoid eye contact. “Cmon, doll. Lay off a bit, huh?”

Y/n wasn’t amused with his answer. “Alphonse, per favore aprimi.”

His eyes widened a little as she spoke to him in Italian, knowing she was now getting serious. But alas, he had no interest in opening up.

“Non voglio.” Al replied, closing his eyes.

She was getting frustrated, feeling unsettled by the awkward atmosphere. “Al, per favore!”

“Fine! You wanna know so bad? It’s these fuckin’ scars!”

The room fell silent, and the corners of her lips twitched downward into a small frown. She wasn’t expecting that answer.

“What?”

“The scars,” Al said. “They’ve just.. I dunno.. been botherin’ me lately..”

Y/n raised a brow, trying to understand but was still very confused. “Are they.. um.. hurting?”

“No!” He spat. It was clear he himself was also getting frustrated, not knowing what to say next. “They’ve healed by now. They’re fine. It’s just.. I-I don’t like em as much as people think I do.”

She blinked. “You mean when people think you always take pride in the nickname Scarface?” 

“Yeah.” Al replied, fidgeting with his vest.

Y/n sat up to his level, gently pulling away from his touch. “Who said what.”

“Eh?”

“Who said what.” She repeated. “You never usually care about them. What’s got you so upset like this?”

Al huffed, feeling that same old feeling of his cheeks burning hot with embarrassment. “Couple a’ guys on the business thing with Johnny. Smug little fucks. Ain’t ever got under my skin as bad as this..”

She gave him a gentle smile, wrapping an arm around him. “You’re still beautiful, Al.”

“I know.” He joked, giving a slight smirk, which soon fell back into a frown. Even right now he wasn’t in the mood to be as sarky as he always was.

“I mean it,” Y/n told him, taking him by the hand.

He looked up at her, those chocolate brown eyes sparkling with adoration. Something that never failed to make her melt.

“Your scars aren’t a weakness, Al. Neither are your feelings. Only you can be your own enemy here and treat them like they are. I’ve known you for fuckin’ years. With and without them,” she smiled, gesturing to the scars down the left side of his face. “They aren’t a flaw. Some may see them as hauntingly beautiful. But me? I just see the beauty part. Nothing else.”

Al began to chuckle, and that chuckle soon turned into a giggle, then his classic booming laughter that was practically music to her ears.

“Ain’t that somethin’..” He grinned, still laughing.

Al put his hand on her cheek, caressing it. “Is this the part where I say you’re the best little fuckin’ beauty i’ve seen in my life?”

She giggled, laughing along with him now. “I don’t think you’d be opposed to it.”

He pressed a kiss to her lips, inhaling her sweet scent. She had always been his little doll. And perhaps him being her Scarface wasn’t the end of the world. Atleast it meant he was hers.

“I love you, doll.”

“And I love you, my Scarface in shinin’ armour.”

Al kissed her again. “Some pair a’ cheesy fucks we are.”

man this has motivated me to write a shit ton for al in boardwalk empire now. if you have requests for him, SEND EM IN!!

[golden20s]

Histoire d'années folles.

Bonjour bonjour les rôlistes. 🎙️ Septembre approche à grand pas, Cyllou (aka Savage.) n'a pas rp depuis 10 ans, mais lui vient une idée fixe au fond de l'esprit, du genre qui vogue encore et encore.

Que diriez-vous d'un forum rpg mature, entre morosité et décadence à avatars réels, aux inspirations éclectiques - un savant mélange de peaky binders, the great gatsby, downton abbey, boardwalk empire... ?? ⚡

Une petite partie du contexte, pour vous donner envie (ou pas).

Dans les ruelles sombres de Chicago, où le jazz résonne comme un murmure dans la nuit, son cœur bat au rythme des rêves de gloire, ses yeux brillent d’une lueur d’espoir, et ses poumons s'emplissent de l’ombre de la criminalité qui enveloppe la ville. Iel arpente les clubs clandestins, où les notes de saxophone s’envolent comme des promesses. Iel rêve de devenir étoile, voir son nom scintiller dans les lumières des théâtres - mais les promesses des agents véreux s’évanouissent comme la fumée des cigares, et les opportunités deviennent mirages dans le désert.

Ce post n'est rien de plus qu'un sondage. ✨

Merci d'apporter votre contribution, juste que je sache si ça peut valoir le coup que je me penche davantage (ou pas). Merci de votre aide, et une belle soirée à vous.

[droumack]

okay so I disagree (sorry) the problem with a natejo BOB winnix au is that fundamentally nate would make a better speirs than a winters. forget the hair color, natejo is so speirslipton. getting snug in haguenau while your war crimes committing bastard husband tries to feed you soup in between grabbing anything valuable he can see? the hell it was you first sergeant?running across the german line twice???? literally speirs from DOG company lol. when they beat up the guy after VE day???? I would love to write it but buddy please beat me to it! I love your writing and everyone would love this. it would meet universal acclaim.

see I’ve got 3 more installments of 20s/boardwalk empire natejo mapped out (can I successfully write a sex scene? tbd but I have written multiple murders) and then this actually is on my list of natejo historical aus that need to be written by someone. there’s a terrific jack eichel/noah hanifin pow wwii fic that someone has already written that drives me a little insane it’s so inspiring!

anyway that was rambling write more natejo war fics xoxo boardwalk empire anon

100000000000% natejo is spierslipton you're so right. i feel like tbear & gabe are winnix if we're being honest.

i might have to able my hatred of jack eichel and read that fic bc i LOVE a ww2 au.

YES KEEP WRITING THE BOARDWALK EMPIRE AU!!! YES YOU CAN WRITE A SEX SCENE!!!! i want you to publish it soon so badly! i'm waiting, i'm sat!

[rookfeatherrambles]

A little snippet. A taste. A morsel of my new AU/Fic

HI TUMBLR I HAVE SOMETHING TO SHARE! I give you my first real contribution to the Storm Singer AU/FIC! I've got a plan to write a bunch of things I want to see and then weave them together into a fic to put on AO3 so right now, all I have is disjointed snippets, but I've decided to show you the entirety of this scene I'm just calling 'At Dawn - Jmart' in my docs because I suck at naming things! I hope you enjoy! Also: If you want to follow this project as it develops, I'm going to tag all things related to it with #The Storm Singer AU! Also, Martin is He/They and Jon is He/It! Bear with me as I learn how to write and place different pronouns! ANYWAY, HERE YOU GO! EDIT: FINALLY EDITED IT SO THE PRONOUNS AREN'T SWITCHING BACK AND FORTH SO MUCH. FOR THIS, MARTIN IS A THEY, JON IS A HE!

AT DAWN --- The sky was still strewn with stars when Martin quietly packed their bag and crept out of the house they shared with their father. The streets were sparsely lit with lamps, many of them having guttered out in the early morning gloom. Martin found themself invigorated as they walked down the winding streets towards the bay, its waters reflecting the light of the moon overhead.

Their heart was thumping but they felt light and sure of themselves as they walked along the boardwalk towards the beach. Twice, they found his gaze drawn upwards towards the heavens and all the mysteries that resided there, out of reach, in the sky.

Stars so old they'd watched the rise and fall of empires, dynasties, and families. Martin's grandfather, and their father before them, sailing under the same stars, and across the same sea. There was something so breathtakingly awesome about that.

But if they stood there gazing skyward and wondering about the universe and their place in it, they'd be there for hours. Martin dropped their bag onto the soft sand and went to retrieve their rowboat from where it was hidden beneath the pier.

The tide was eager, and so was Martin. They gathered their things back up and climbed in, and began their journey out into the dark waters.

For a while, there was no sound but the quiet splash of their oars as they rowed themself into the night. The wind blew lightly, and the temperature was just shy of chill, but Martin didn't mind.

Once the city of (Name pending lmao) was reduced to glittering fireflies on the shore, Martin stopped rowing.

Their little boat bobbed up and down gently on the waves and they were consumed with the feeling of being so very small. The sky undimmed in the hours before dawn, was an expanse they would absolutely lose themself in if they had the option.

But they'd travelled out to the bay in secrecy for a purpose. And after taking a steadying breath, Martin started to speak.

The words were nothing special, at least they'd say so. Their aptitude for poetry always felt middling at best, but right now, it wasn’t the prose they were focusing on, but how they spoke it, how their voice ebbed and flowed like the tide, tone and nuance rising and falling like the water that surrounded them.

Martin was waiting for something, and they didn't have to wait long.

From below the waves came a strange glow, ethereal, almost beautiful. It rose gracefully, brightening the water like an aquatic, silver comet, tail and all. They dared to dip their fingers into the light and it dimmed the sea to blackness once more before a long-fingered hand slipped into theirs from below. Martin's heart gave a dizzy lurch and he gasped as Jon's head surfaced from beneath, long dark hair liquid in the night. His eyes were luminescent green and reflected the moonlight as he stared up at the human he'd been hoping to see.

"Hi," Martin breathed.

Jon smiled, and let go of their hand to haul himself up the last few inches and chastely kiss Martin's lips, careful not to upset the boat. The contact was expected, and yet Martin’s body trembled with nerves and thrilled at the sensation.

"I-I didn't know if you'd come," Martin said in a rush as soon as the siren had drawn back. Jon let out an amused sound in the back of his throat. "Likewise. I assumed... you'd had enough adventure for one lifetime."

Thankful the night hid their blush, Martin coughed a little. "Yes, well... sharks."

Jon's arms crossed over the edge of the boat, rocking it a little as he sighed and rested his chin against them. "I wouldn't have let them harm you. All denizens of the sea answer to the storm singer. They were just curious about you. You are a curious thing to us, Martin, can you blame them?"

Martin giggled nervously and the sound was pitched high in a way that made Jon smile indulgently. "Next time-" he began but Martin let out another gasp. "Next time? You want a next time for me swimming with sharks, Jon?"

Jon rolled his green eyes skyward and then continued as if Martin hadn't interrupted. "Next time, I'll introduce you to a less inquisitive species."

"Oh, I'm sure that will make all the difference. They're sharks!"

Reaching out, Jon poked Martin. "And you're a human and I'm a mer, I'm so glad you've learned the differences between creatures," he deadpanned.

"Jon."

"Martin~"

Martin threw their hands up in surrender. "Alright, alright, you win. I guess I'll have to swim with sharks the next time I'm out here. Are you coming up?"

Onto the boat, was what they meant and Jon's face crinkled up under the moonlight in a way that made his markings dance as he laughed silently. "If you had a bigger ship, perhaps. As it stands, if I put any more weight onto your flimsy hollow log, it's going to turn into kindling and you are going to drown. Again.”

There was definitely truth to his words, Martin could spy Jon's long tail coiling and drifting in the water. It was powerful and hypnotic to watch it undulate. The silver patterns all over it were dim tonight, but they knew that was because Jon was relaxed. It made them feel good that Jon could let his guard down around them.

"Well, come up a little bit," they cajoled. "Please?"

The siren arched an eyebrow. "Another kiss?" 

Martin hmm'ed gently. "For a fish, you're really good at it."

"For a fish??"

Jon's aghast and affronted tone had Martin giggling again. "Ah-! Ahaha.. you know what I mean! Fish- fish person? You know I didn't- Whoa!!"

The rowboat rocked so suddenly, Martin unbalanced, but Jon's hands had them, cupping both their cheeks as he pressed his lips hard to theirs. Oh.

Martin's heart did a funny little flip flop and they were pretty sure they made the most embarrassing noise against Jon’s mouth. Still, Jon kissed them like he was hungry, all lips and tongue and a little teeth, though Martin never bled, a testament to how gentle Jon was being with them. When they were dizzy again, that was the moment the siren released them, steadying Martin and the boat as he slipped back down into the water next to it.

"Oh." Martin said, intelligently, trying to herd their thoughts back to coherency. "Th-That was..."

Jon licked his lips. "Enough compensation for me not being draped in your arms at this moment?" There was a satisfied purr in his voice.

"Y-Yes," Martin said, nodding. "Definitely."

On the horizon, a band of brighter sky quietly made itself known, gently pink, not red. Jon turned his head to glance towards it. "Dawn," he said, voice soft. Martin hated the resigned tone of it. "Stay with me?" they asked, no, begged, reaching out to take Jon's hand and hold it. "Until the sunrise?"

There was conflict in the beautiful siren’s eyes as he looked between the imminent break of day and back to Martin's hopeful expression. But then, Jon sighed, squeezing the human's hand. "Of course."

Martin smiled and they both turned to watch the sky get brighter, the stars slowly fading out, a beautiful blue colour overtaking the darkness, followed by pure light. Martin squinted their eyes painfully as the sun rose in all its dazzling glory, spilling liquid gold across the world, but one look at Jon stole their breath away and made them forget how much their eyes were watering.

Jon’s deep brown skin glittered, not with water droplets, but minute flecks of scales catching the sun and reflecting it back. His eyes and the pale strands in his dark brown hair shone fiercely too, and in that moment, Martin understood how humans of yore had worshipped beings like Jon as gods for eons. He was indescribably beautiful, and Martin's inelegant, poetic ramblings could never capture the emotion in their chest when they looked at the man they loved. And then the moment was over, and Jon turned his head back to Martin, eyes a little sad. "I have to go now. You understand, don't you?"

Martin did. Jon was hunted, for his crimes against the people of the city and the crime of simply being what he was. As much as they didn't want to let that hand slip from their grasp, they knew they had to.

"I'll come back," Martin promised as Jon pulled away, fingertips lingering on their palm. "And you can show me as many sharks as you'd like."

Jon paused, eyes glittering with something that Martin didn't want to yet classify as love. It wasn't their right. Nor did they think they were worthy of it, not when they were keeping so many dangerous secrets from him.

"Is that a promise?"

Martin grinned, their own blue-green eyes shining. "On my honour, I will pet all the sharks. I promise."

The skin around Jon’s eyes crinkled when he smiled, and not for the first time, Martin wished they were a visual artist instead of a wordsmith, they would have loved to capture that expression, those eyes in that face, and preserve it for eternity.

"Goodbye," Martin whispered, and then Jon disappeared beneath the water with barely a ripple and was gone.

A gull cried far above him and Martin let out a shuddering breath, blinking away sudden wetness in their eyes. After a silent moment of composure in the warm sunlight, they picked up their oars and began rowing for home.

[cockasinthebird]

Would you read

A mafia au taking place in some fictional city (I'm not American so fictional it is) in the 1920s? Here's the summary:

1920’s Alta Vista is said to be the world’s playground, a boardwalk empire, heaven on Earth. What the city lacks above, you will find below. It’s a time of youthful rebellion and prohibition - hems getting shorter, alcohol demand rising - and a whole lot of potential for money making. Steve Harrington understands this well, as the newest Don on the streets after his father’s untimely passing, and with the help of his right hand man, Billy Hargrove, he might just make something of himself here.

Because I've already begun writing it hehe

[twisting-echo]

Okay, does anyone remember my Belle x Sulley post?

Yes, I ship Merida DunBroch with Randall Boggs and I blame Boardwalk Empire.

Anyway, in my College AU, Randall is a shy nerd who developed a crush on Merida ever since she kicked the asses of the bullies harassing him.

Her new shadow's compliments, pet names, and attention at first annoyed her. But when she opened her door to find him waiting there holding a plate of homemade cupcakes that were decorated to spell "Be my gal," he had finally worn her down, and she reluctantly agreed to go on a date with him.

He took her to an ice cream parlor; he held the door open for her and pulled out her chair, to which she rolled her eyes.

As they sat and waited for their orders to come, Merida looked sharply at him and said, "When this date is over, you can stop showering me with all this unwanted attention!"

He replied in a sweet voice as he leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table, and rested his chin on his interlocked fingers. "The first act of love is always the giving of attention."

She scoffed as she leaned back. "You think attention is love, and that's why you suffer so deeply," she sneered, narrowing her eyes at him.

He stated with a chuckle, blinking innocently. "Attention is the beginning of devotion."

A smirk spread across her face as she quoted, "If you don't like something, just take away its only power: your attention." She figured she had just won the battle of words and felt very satisfied with her retort.

He took his glasses off and began cleaning them with a little cloth after pausing for a brief second. "Attention is the most basic form of love. Through it, we bless and are blessed." As he finished speaking, he pushed his glasses back on and smiled warmly at her.

She stared at him in silence, thinking that he just won the war in their battle of words.

Merida: ಠ╭╮ಠ

Randall: =￣ω￣=

After that, they dated for a few years and then married.

(I may write a fanfic about this.) 😳👉👈

(I like to call them Scottish jock and purple nerd) 😳

(Ship name: Meridall) 🏹🦎

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