#merc au

[dustymagpie]

Featuring @imaginarycyberpunk2023 Macha

[canadian-pug-cartel]

Merc electro our beloved

[negativepeanuthoarder]

ok you know that trope where a guard bursts in on the main characters so they start kissing and the guard leaves?

Merc AU dnf execute that perfectly every time. it's flawless. George hides Dream's identity and they can get really passionate about it once.

Sylvnap Cannot Do This. They have known each other for most of their lives. They share a bed half the time. They've probably seen one another naked. They Will Not Fucking Kiss Each Other to save their own damn lives which is probably a combination of both of them being on the aromantic spectrum and also the sheer awkwardness of it.

Instead a guard will walk in on them uncomfortably staring at one another while trying to psych themselves up to actually kiss and it's so awkward the guard just shuts the door and walks away.

[cr-noble-writes]

Find The Word Tag

I was tagged by @commander-krios

my words: hunt, hunger, touch, dire, sparkle

hunt

His musing is interrupted by a whimper from the other end of the house. Alex’s heart rate skyrockets, and the thick stench of fear pervades the air, twisting the previously sweet smell into something sour. The feral thing Kaidan has buried for so long rears up, threatening to overwhelm his ability to think anything past the smell of prey. It takes a monumental display of willpower to clamp down on the sudden, visceral need to hunt—to devour.

hunger

He takes another bag of donated blood from the refrigerator, dumps it into a cup—he’s a vampire, not a fucking barbarian—and tries not to think about the feeling of warm, soft flesh against his palm or the thrum of a pulse against his fingers. He downs the contents of the mug quickly. It’s cold, stale, and coppery, and with the smell of life that lingers in his kitchen, it’s not enough. Kaidan’s been through twice as much of his supply as normal in the last few hours, trying to keep a tight grasp of his tattered control. It calms the instinctual hunger enough that he doesn’t need, but God does he want.

touch

Jackson glares up at him, angry and trapped and aching for contact. “Stop fucking looking at me like that.” “Like what?” he asks, palms dropping to rest against the wall on either side of Jackson’s face, caging him there. He’s just far enough away to deny Jackson the touch he so desperately craves. “Like you give a shit.” Jackson tilts his chin up, unconsciously seeking lips against his own. It’s only when he tries to reach for Alex and finds he can’t move his arms that he notices the tingle of biotics across his skin.  Alex trails fingers down the side of his face until he’s cupping the back of Jackson’s neck and tilting his head back further with a thumb under his jaw. Jackson shivers at the touch, but it’s not enough. “No.”

Apparently I've never used the words dire or sparkle in my life haha

tagging: @nickelkeep @imbiowaresbitch @bleuzombie @theoriginalladya @waidwn @pastelroyce and anyone else who wants to participate!

Your words: star, injury, light, reckless, heartache

[edensrose]

This quote I found on Pinterest reminded me of your mercenary au.

OH YES LMAO

This is totally merc irmo I swear��

[stillpanicking]

Fenton? You mean Phantom?

Everyone that was anyone, knew to not go near Jack Fenton. Even after he walked away from the underbelly of the darker side of humanity. He was someone that always got the job done without question. From the most would be considered a suicidal mission, he would return the following day without much of a scratch or laughing over how easy it was.

Many assumed he was a meta, non-human or something! Anything to explain Jack Fenton himself.

Nothing.

So when he walked away, many felt more at ease with this. Now there were more jobs on the docket for themselves. Albeit, the death rate has risen.

For Jack, that's all in the past. His college is paid off, that wedding he promised for Maddie was done to her liking. A tour around the country visiting the most haunted places. Finally, buying off a home in the most hunted place they could find, Amity Park! Whatever was left, went into their research!

Perfection.

It was perfect....

"Ah, Bruce Wayne... Yes, I know that's you behind the mask. What do you want?"

"We need Phantom."

"...Myself or my son?"

"Both."

[averageludwig]

vamp au but i actually draw the other vampires in the au whatttt

[homkamiro]

Answering some questions regarding TF2 × MLP AU!!! This crossover absolutely rotted my brain and I can't.stop thinking about it

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

More of my TF2 × Gravity Falls crossover because the idea of Stan interacting with the mercs and slowly being accepted into their found family has been EATING away at my brain!!

Rambles:

- I already said this but Stanley's basically hired as the grunt/muscle for Miss Pauling. He helps her out with her missions sometimes and the clean-up that comes after, or just delivers supplies and packages to the mercs :]

- I accidentally made him look a lot older than 19 in my drawings, so he's kinda in the same category as Sniper in the "looks-way-older-than-his-actual-age" department.

- Scout is so happy he's no longer the youngest in the team, and since the nickname "little man" is already taken, Heavy just calls Stanley "child", and Scout teases him about it RELENTLESSLY.

- Stanley has to work with both the RED and BLU team, and is forced to listen to ALL cross-factional the drama, because both teams have somehow dragged him into being their unofficial therapist without his prior knowledge.

[gingerale13]

Familiar feeling

Boom. 1850's Mercinaries.

I get that these guys are actual historical characters, but I would rather blatantly ignore that and start theorizing about them.

Davey Crockett ? I think you mean Nick Bundy.

Billy the kid? No, that's Jacob, silly!!

Although their lives are very mirrored, in some ways. Reincarnated if you will

Anyway that's all.. might expand on the other 1850s Mercs if I find the motivation, but for now it's just these losers!

(Part 2)

+ ugly sketches under cut

[pastel-medic]

In another universe, the fight is a bit different.

Reblogs are appreciated!!! 🍰💖

Credits to my twin @hoshi-tsubasa for helping with the class swapping! Gonna make a blurb list on some things about the AU ;P (also I'm developing this as I go so new stuff might be added later!)

Gray Mann's daughter Olivia took over his position as chief executive officer of Gray Gravel Company, and conducted the army of robots to take over Mann Co.

Miss Pauling is the Administrator instead of Helen. She was the one who recruited the mercenaries for the fight against Olivia Mann's army

Mortician's father-son relationship with Kickboxer is a positive one.

Timebomb makes all of his explosives himself and rigs them to have timed detonations or manual ones

Alistair is the only one who knows his real name. Whenever someone asks for his name he provides a different one every time

Alessio is from a former mafia but escaped and took refuge with Miss Pauling

The stitches on Warhorse's face were done by Mortician after an incident on the field that almost left him dead

Welder helped install the sniper eye into Headbuster's eyesocket. It acts as a scope so he doesn't need to use the ones on sniper rifles

Wildfire was a former firefighter who combatted wild forest fires with new fires (a method called backburning)

Will do more doodles of this AU and they'll be on my AF as well! 🍰💖

[dustymagpie]

[currentfandomkick]

Mer!Danny won the poll. And tumblr keeps eating my intros.enjoy!

Origin of Mer!Danny

Danny wasn’t sure when he started hiding in the aquarium as Phantom, but it happened. Hey knew he had a bad habit of checking that the bubblers and air filters for the animals were working.

The sharks… spooked him at first. Mostly the big ones. The rays are sea pancakes he coos at. But the big sharks? The ones that look like sharks send something in the back of his mind off.

The day he was flung into a tank as Phantom he froze.

This annoyingly strong ecto-octopus showed up and kept going after him as Fenton and Phantom. And responded to Taco, Tapa, and Toby. So name probably stars with a T and its intent on keeping him.

At least Skulker stays in the thermos.

Valerie was handling it her way, and he hated that it calmed him down.

Danny just. Wanted a break from it.

And now the stupid sharks were swimming to him and. And.

He blacked out a bit.

He was tiny.

The shark was huge.

The sharks were around him and… brushed against him for the most part.

He was pushed to tiny cave by one’s fin and just… stayed there.

Evil Taco can’t hurt him here.

Danny wiggled at that. He was tiny. And his tail was… different? He blinked slowly at it. The pattern reminded him of drum fish and scorpion, but looked more like a koi fish with the fancy fins and shape.

He managed to look at his hands and oh. He has black scales there too. And some flecks of green. A bit(?) of his sides had a slip of white and then it was just his skin.

He. He needs a nap.

Danny passes out in the little cave the sharks gave him.

Taglist will be on master post just so i don’t have to scroll on all the parts. Masterpost should be tagged as such, and i’ll link it here

[negativepeanuthoarder]

Merc AU post murder mission Sapnap’s favorite way of decompressing is following Sylvee around and ‘protecting’ her. She doesn’t need to be protected but this is Very important to him so she just lets him do this.

this is a leftover from when they were kids and Sylvee was the protective one

[cr-noble-writes]

WIP Wednesday

This Shep/Shep Merc AU is taking all of my time and I really need to finish it so I can work on other things, but in the meantime, here's a little peek at Jackson Shepard feeling the after effects of his encounter with Morinth. (Just for clarity's sake, I am letting you know I gave Morinth they/them pronouns because Asari aren't all women, and I generally default to gender neutral pronouns for Asari until the POV character is told otherwise.)

The lights are too bright, the thump of the bass too loud, and the whiskey bitter and burning as Jackson swallows. His knee bounces erratically, body unable to contain the edge of nervous energy. He hates it. The filaments of darkness and violence that worm into the back of his mind. The way the harsh beat of the club’s music makes his blood sing. The need he can’t identify but feels crawling beneath his skin.   Morinth is dead. They’re dead.  He can still feel their fingertips slide along his spine, still hear his own voice telling them he’d do anything. Their voice like wicked tendrils of domination, slick and revolting against his ear. And yet, he craves it, their voice, their touch, the promise of brutality. Jackson wets dry lips with his tongue, tries to remember it’s not really him that wants them. It’s a losing battle. His body is disconnected, jittery and jerky, like Morinth is still somehow moving his limbs from beyond the grave. They’re dead, but Jackson’s head is still swimming in their desires, fighting needs that aren’t his own. He stands, puts one foot in front of the other, and manages to make his way into the alley behind Afterlife. The quiet makes it worse. Nothing left between him and whatever Morinth did to him. It turns his stomach, heats his blood. His body screams. His mind rails. His skin burns. He balances himself with a hand against the wall, closes his eyes, and tries to breathe. Jackson’s thoughts are so intermingled with theirs that he can’t identify himself in an ocean of Morinth. All he knows is that he wants.

[cspcrashing]

☠️: kurosaki. what the hell kinda shirt is this ?

🍓: i only said it would fit you, not that it would be your style. besides, it looks fine on you.

☠️: you— fuckin' whatever doc'.

🍓: you like it, don't you.

☠️: shut it.