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goldfish-afterhours · 11 months ago

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ROB THEM BLIND - ONE

— Home // Genshin Impact Bank Robbery AU

“Welcome to Minlin Bank. How may I help you today?”

As the line shuffled forward slowly, Lumine felt her throat becoming tighter and tighter; the note stuffed in her jacket pocket growing heavier and heavier. She was sweating—partly from the thick jacket engulfing her body, its hood flopped to her eyes to obstruct her face—but also because of what she was about to do.

‘This is a robbery. I am armed—do not think about resisting or alerting anyone. Put all the money in this envelope and you will not be hurt.’

Lumine had scrawled those words on a piece of lined paper last night, ripped straight out of a notepad. Multiple discarded drafts littered her hotel room from all her attempts at obscuring her handwriting.

“Next! Good morning, sir, welcome to Minlin Bank.”

The person in front of her left for the desk, and Lumine shifted forwards, so she was now the first in line. All of a sudden, she felt very exposed, as if all eyes were on her now that she was at the front of the line. She clenched her fists. I can do this, she told herself. I have to do this.

“Next!” A cheery clerk waved her over. She looked young, even younger than Lumine, with bright eyes and black hair braided in two loop pigtails. For a moment, Lumine felt dazed. How would her actions affect this young bank teller? Would Lumine be able to sleep soundly tonight, knowing that she had threatened someone so innocent?

The young lady’s voice broke into Lumine’s thoughts. “Welcome to Minlin Bank. How can I help you today, ma’am?”

Lumine took a shaky breath. Before she could back out, she pulled her hood tighter over her head, plunged her hand into her pocket, and—

“Get on the ground! Get on the ground!” a deep voice bellowed. Gunshots sliced through the air, embedding themselves into the walls like meteors with a sickening bang! Glass shattered, and the poor clerk serving Lumine screamed.

“Last chance unless you want your head blown off! Get on the ground!” another voice shouted above the chaos of people crying and bodies falling to the floor.

Lumine felt someone tug at her clothes. “What are you doing? Hurry and get down!” a woman whispered, looking up at her with eyes wide in terror.

She crumpled the note back into her pocket and dropped down with everyone else. Most people were cowering on the floor with their hands over their heads, but Lumine was bold enough to tilt her head up slightly to catch a glimpse of what was going on.

There were four—no, five of them. All male, all wearing some sort of mask to hide their face. The man who had shouted first donned a sinister red mask, with bared teeth and horns sprouting out of its head. He was so big he made the machine gun in his hands look tiny. Red tattoos ran down his arms as he tapped the muzzle of his weapon against anyone who held their head too high. Two men leapt over the counters, bags in their hands. A loud thump and the shriek of metal against metal meant they had successfully broken into the tills, and Lumine could hear the rustling of paper as they stuffed the cash into their bags.

Curiously, there was a man standing at the front entrance of the bank. He had no visible weapons on him, and his arms were crossed. He was clearly not acting as a lookout—his back was to the front doors. Yet he made no effort to subdue or intimidate the people either. He just stood there, watching, white hood shrouding his face. He almost looked like a grim reaper dressed in white.

“Hey, girlie. You’re holding your head a lil high. Got a death wish?” a playful voice breathed down Lumine’s neck. For a moment, she contemplated turning around and punching him right in the middle of his elaborate crimson mask, but that would surely draw too much attention. Instead, she covered her arms above her head like everyone else, even pretending to tremble. But in reality, her blood was burning through her veins.

The groan of the counter and the sound of boots hitting the ground alerted Lumine that the robbers had obtained their goal. It was only a matter of minutes now.

“Okay, okay, you can all get up now,” the man in the red-horned mask said. She craned her neck up to peek from her hood, and several customers were also starting to stir. The loud bang of a gunshot, however, made everyone drop to the floor once again. “Just kidding~ Stay down and count to a thousand. Any person who moves before that gets a bullet in their tongue.”

‘One, two, three, four…’ Lumine could practically hear everyone counting under their breaths. But if she waited to one thousand with all of them, the criminals would definitely slip away, and she could not let that happen.

‘Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight…’ At this point, the thundering of boots faded away. The only sounds audible in the bank were heavy breathing and muffled sobs.

As quietly as she could, Lumine slowly got to her feet, careful not to rustle her jacket. No one paid her any notice. Lightly, she stepped around the shaking bodies on the floor. Shards of broken glass sprayed the counter and floor. Bullet holes decorated the walls and the ceiling; surprisingly, the fish tank in the corner of the room came out unscathed. A bright red goldfish flicked its tail in the water as it changed direction, unconcerned with the violence that had just taken place.

The police had not yet arrived, but Lumine could hear their sirens in the distance. And if she could hear it, that meant the robbers would hear it soon too. She had to leave, right now.

Lumine carefully stepped through the giant hole in one of the glass entry doors. The road was deserted, all pedestrians having fled the moment the armed robbery began.

She shut her eyes. Wind whistled past her ear. She could hear the street lamps humming lowly, a cricket chirping, the soft paws of a cat leaping onto a fence, and—

Heavy boots.

Lumine’s eyes flew up and she broke into a run to the back of the building, down an alleyway, towards the direction of the sound. The footsteps were soon joined by the low rustles of paper money being jolted against a moving bag. Right before voices became audible, Lumine slowed to a walk, then tiptoeing on the cobblestone walkway.

“...talk too much. You think this is a game?” a voice snapped, his voice dripping with annoyance.

“What’s wrong with that? I might as well have some fun with it!”

Lumine pressed her back against the wall, summoning the courage to peer past the corner. Three of the five robbers were walking down the alleyway. A large bag was hoisted over the biggest man’s shoulder, while the ginger-haired man who had threatened Lumine was walking beside him, one hand in his pocket while the other twirled a gun around his finger. The third person with them was unfamiliar; she must have missed him during the chaos. He was much smaller than the other two, but he seemed to be scolding them without any fear, despite the largest man’s bicep being the size of his entire head.

“C’mon Xiao, let Itto have a little fun with it! What’s the problem?” the ginger-haired man said airly.

“The problem is he acts like a stupid oaf. Him just being there makes us more likely to get caught,” the one called Xiao retorted.

“Hey, I don’t act stupid!” Itto exclaimed indignantly. “In fact…you act stupid! Stupid!”

As they bickered with each other, Lumine took the chance to creep closer and closer behind them, darting into the next alleyway or behind corners to remain out of sight. They were talking so loudly to each other, she was sure they did not detect that someone was trailing them.

Until her foot hit a pebble. It barely made a sound as it fell back on the cobblestone paths.

But these robbers were better than she had given them credit for. Xiao immediately stopped in his tracks. “Shut up.”

“No, you shut up!”

“We’re being followed.”

Lumine held her breath, but the footsteps became louder, as if they knew exactly where she was. She waited a few moments—maybe they would dismiss it as their imagination and be back on their way—but they came insistently closer.

Okay, too close. I have to go, she thought. But before she could even move a muscle, a hand flew between her shoulder and neck, trapping her against the wall.

“Now, now, what do we have here? Someone trying to play the hero?” The elaborate red mask was now resting against the side of his head, revealing his face. This is never a good sign—it meant he had no fear of her seeing what he looked like, since dead men tell no tales. His voice was playful and smile teasing, but his blue eyes were void of anything, as if they barely registered Lumine in front of him. “Didn’t you hear the big, scary man? You want a bullet in your pretty face that badly?” He leaned closer, but she did not flinch.

“No,” Lumine responded. “I want compensation.”

Before the man could respond, she pulled out the crumpled note from her pocket, unfolding it with one hand and shoving it in his face. “I was just about to rob them when you stole my target.”

The man squinted his eyes at the note before scoffing. “So what? You want us to open our bag right now and hand you a stack?”

“Just one stack? Don’t play. I want to talk to your boss. I’ll negotiate with them.” She put the note back in her pocket.

His lips curled into a sneer. “And just why would we let you do that?”

“Because you’re going to want this back, won’t you?” Lumine spun a blue charm around her finger.

The man seemed to do a double-take. He looked down at his belt, confirming that the blue charm that was hanging from a chain on his belt loop was indeed gone. He looked back at Lumine, no sign of surprise on his face, but she could see that he was now clenching his jaw.

Lumine winced as the cold metal muzzle of the gun made contact with her cheek. He was still smiling, but any trace of amusement was gone. “Give that back, girlie,” he said smoothly, as if chiding a toddler, “and I promise you’ll still be able to see out of one eye after.”

Itto, who had been listening quietly behind him the entire time, finally broke his silence. “Hey, wha—? Didn’t Zhongles tell us not to hurt anyone if we can help it? You can’t shoot her just for that, Ajax!”

“Watch me,” Ajax responded, clicking off the safety of his gun.

The shortest one who had detected Lumine in the first place tugged at Ajax’s arm, the one holding the gun against her face. “Don’t,” he insisted. “Just bring her to him. He will decide.”

Ajax’s eyes flicked to glare at Xiao, and for a moment, Lumine thought he was going to turn the gun on him instead. But instead, the ginger-haired man sighed and lowered his arm.

He stepped away, and Lumine let out a gasp of relief, her heart threatening to leap out of her chest.

Ajax shrugged. “Alright, alright, I can’t argue with my brothers, can I?” he said. “Count yourself lucky, little lady. You just earned yourself an audience with the Guili Assembly’s head.” He shook his head at them, as if they had just convinced him not to buy an ice cream cone instead of murder. “But watch yourself.” His empty eyes flicked back to Lumine, and she had to will herself not to flinch.

“One wrong move and you’re dead.”

#my writing #rob them blind #genshin impact #genshin au #genshin headcanons #Zhongli #Thoma #Xiao #itto #Childe #Scaramouche #wanderer #genshin impact x reader

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rosebloodcat · 8 months ago

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Don Copal- Once A Coward

It wasn't his fault. And maybe if he said it enough times, he could make himself believe it. (Don had always been a coward.)

AN: Hey all, this story is from a Grim Fandango AU idea I had back in 2020 (ish) and never really posted. But I've stumbled upon this ficlet again and figured, may as well post the thing. If people wanna know more, go ahead and ask! (I'll add some more notes at the end.)

It wasn’t his fault. That was the mantra Don Copal had been repeating to himself for… Too long now.

(He’d been saying more after Hector had… had sprouted…)

He supposed he should've realized Calavera would start to catch on that something wasn’t right about how the jobs were getting shuffled around. That something was crooked in the DoD, and possibly try to do something about it.

He’d always been a sharp one, for all his antics.

(Manny had been at the DoD longer than Domino. Longer than Don. Longer than a lot of them. They should have realized that keeping him there would have been an obvious mark that something was wrong.)

But it wasn’t Don’s fault.

He couldn’t have predicted that Manuel would do something like that. His stealing a client from Domino hadn’t been predicted.

It couldn’t have been expected!

(Maybe he should have expected it. Manny was always too sharp, too skilled for his own good. He always had been. Don had needed to do a lot of cheating to get ahead of him in this job. Because Manny had always been that good.)

Hector had wanted to get rid of the problem. Of someone who’d robbed him of another ticket. Of getting more power.

Don knew it. Domino knew it. They all knew it.

The problem had been who would take the brunt of it.

Domino openly blamed Manny for sticking his nose where it didn’t belong, saying he’d caused more trouble than he was worth.

(Like Don, he hadn't wanted to be in Hector's sights. He didn’t want to be the one taking the fall.)

Don knew it wasn’t his fault, what had happened that day, and said as much.

Manny had never done that before, none of them could have considered it. He was the issue, not any of them.

(It wasn’t his fault. It was never his fault.)

He’d realized they’d made a mistake the moment the flowers had appeared, that they weren't right. They weren't normal, even for sproutella. Even for the (so very few) flowers that could be found in the land of the dead.

And then the chill of something familiar-but-not washing over them all before the flowers, and Manuel’s remains, blew away in a gust of unnatural wind. Scattering like dust before them, leaving nothing behind.

It had felt like a sign of some kind.

He didn’t have the poetic skills to say what that sign was.

Maybe it was a sign of their foolishness. Maybe it was for their arrogance. Maybe it meant that things were going to change, whether they liked it or not. Maybe it was some combination of all three.

But it wasn’t his fault.

None of them could have known what would happen. Manny had never said or done anything that could have told them that he was any different from the rest of them. Not even a hint of something being weirder than anyone would have thought about a guy who’d just… Been another reaper. As far as any of them had known, he was just another schmuck who had a debt to pay off to the powers that be. Just like the rest of them.

How could they know something they were never told?

(They couldn’t have. That was true, it couldn’t have been his fault. It couldn’t have.)

But he knew Hector wouldn’t let it lie. He wouldn’t let Manny’s last act against him go unchallenged, no matter who or what else might also have been entangled in it. It was bad for his business.

And his business was more important than anything else. (Not even another soul.)

So Don had shut his mouth and let Hector do as he pleased.

Let him take over the work for a short time. Let Domino rise above him and go about unhindered and take over completely.

He bowed his head, kept silent, and forced himself to keep working, no matter how angry he felt about it.

(It wasn’t his fault. If he said it enough times, he would finally convince the voice in his head that it was true.)

When he’d laid eyes on that living soul wandering in the city, trying so hard to not be noticed, so hard to not be seen, he knew.

He knew.

He knew exactly who that soul was, no matter how insane it seemed. Souls weren’t supposed to have that fast of a turnover, but he knew.

That was HIM. He was back. (No matter how crazy it sounded.)

It was a young face, much younger than he’d ever know him. (But older than he would have thought.) But he still recognized it. Even with the layers of skin and life on top of the skull he knew was there.

Don was absolutely sure that that was Calavera, ducking into the shadow of an alley and trying to survey the street without anyone taking notice of him.

He could have said something. He could have pretended to help him, get himself back into Hector’s good books by delivering the teen to him. Win back the boss’s good favor by handing the man what he was after.

(But that would have meant meeting Manny again, whomever he was now. Of seeing someone he’d once offered as his scapegoat to escape Hector’s fury. Of knowing he was leading him to his death again. That he would be killing someone he knew again. Because he’d known Manny. He hadn’t been a stranger that he only knew on a screen.)

Instead, he ignored him.

Don ignored the still-living boy creeping through the streets and side allies and continued with his day. Dutifully pretending that he’d seen nothing and knew nothing. That he was blissfully unaware of any plan Hector was enacting to undo whatever Manny had done in his second death to defy him. About whatever Manny had done to protect the saints in those hair-thin seconds between when he’d seen Hector and when his bones had been pumped with sproutella.

Or whatever vengeance the Boss was trying to unleash on the teenager because of it.

It had nothing to do with him.

(He’d always been like this. Always running from his choices. Always hiding from his actions. Always ready to lay the blame on someone else for his mistakes. He’d never been able to face the consequences of his decisions.)

(And his conscience would always remind him of that, no matter how hard he tried to ignore it or how far he tried to run from it. For as loud and angry as he pretended to be, he was a coward.)

(He had always been a coward.)

AN: Okay, and that's a wrap on this ficlet! This AU doesn't have a proper name, but I think folks can gather up some of the basic details from this story just based on what's in it.

Long story short, the idea was that Manny got sprouted at the start for interfering with Hector's business, but there were some unexpected consequences to that. Namely that Manny wasn't the 100% human soul everyone thought he was, and when he was sprouted, something kicked in to stop/permanently mess with the people who did it. And Hector, in a mix of spite and determination, decided to hunt down Manny's reincarnation to FIX that problem. (As second deaths result in the souls being sent back to the 7th/Living World.)

I also wanted to get a little introspective on a character we'd only known for a short while before he got offed.

#grim fandango #don copal #manny calavera #domino hurley #hector lemans #grim fandango au #still no idea what to call this #Second Death Second Life?#Below the Bone?#Eh suggestions welcome if you have any #Also #questions welcome #I have lots of notes even if I don't have much writing

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sl-newsie · 4 months ago

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Behind Masks (Dr. Jonathon Crane x OC) Ch. 20: Is This Love?

Well, here it is. The Rapture is upon us, and today proves it.

Turns out the League of Shadows did come to Gotham. I know because the store window TV is showing them robbing the Gotham Stock Exchange earlier today. Their leader’s wearing a complicated mask that muffles his voice. I think his name is Bane?

“Hey! Get back here!”

Oh. Right.

I take off running past the shops and bolt towards the maze of alleys. For the past week I’ve had some complications with law enforcement. John Blake, a rookie cop, got suspicious when he looked at my Arkham file and has been asking too many questions for my taste.

Normally I’d take it easy. But right now being the Reaper won’t exactly be a normal interview. I wasn’t planning to kill tonight. I was just scouting around! I’m… taking a break, if you will. I don’t have to kill every night. Or maybe it’s just the guilt catching up with me.

“Stop in the name of the law!” Blake shouts.

There is no law in Gotham. He chases me further between the stone buildings and before I know it I’ve hit a dead end. I guess I’ll have to fight my way out. Too bad. I was starting to like Blake. He’s tolerably handsome, for a cop.

“You had your chance,” I mutter and lean against the wall, waiting for him to catch up.

His footsteps get closer and closer and soon Blake runs around the corner, only for me to trip him. I kick away his gun and take out my whip. It won’t kill him but it won’t tickle either.

Crack!

Blake flinches and backs up against the wall. I don’t want to fight law enforcement but I’m not letting him take me in. I- Oh no. Blake found his gun!

“Stop or I’ll shoot!” he orders and aims the weapon.

“Leave her to me.”

We both jump back in surprise. There, in the shadows, is the dark knight himself. Batman. So he is back. Selina was right. This is my first time seeing him up close. He’s taller than I expected but something about his mask is somewhat comical rather than scary. Or maybe I’m used to seeing strange masks after all this time. God. I’m not skilled enough to take on Batman.

Blake seems annoyed too. “I can handle her.”

“Leave.”

The cop doesn’t argue twice. He lowers his gun and walks back to the street, but not before giving me one last glare. With that he leaves me with the caped crusader. Calm down, Prentiss. Maybe I can talk my way out of this.

“Ah, hello Batman. I anticipated you would find me eventually. Pleased to finally meet you.”

Batman doesn’t share my friendly greeting. “You need to stop. It's no question why you’re called The Reaper. Killing people won’t solve anything.”

“Au contraire, Dark Knight. It’s helped many people. Good people.” My tone darkens. “But even libertarian heroes fall. I’ve passed the point of being nice. Ever since then my life’s been much more happy. And the people I deal with are far from good. I’m doing the city a favor, much like yourself.”

Batman lurks closer and glares down at me. “If you want to help then you need to connect with the police and the legal system.”

I stifle a laugh and hold a hand to my chest. “Oh! That’s rich coming from you. The masked man who mocks anything ‘legal.’” I switch my smile for a stern frown. “The legal system in Gotham is broken, Batman. For life is one big twisted game, and following the rules brings no happiness. What would you name justice?” My question lingers and he stays silent. “Technically it’s people getting what is fair. But what is fair? I’m here to help with that. To carry out retributive and distributive justice. These people need to be punished for their wrongdoings!”

Batman walks closer but I hold my whip as a warning for him to stay back. “Then let the justice system decide. You can’t just killing.”

I tilt my head in consideration and inch towards the fire escape ladder. “That’s libertarianism, I suppose. I’m pursuing this without interference from others. I trust no one.”

“You seem to trust Dr. Crane.”

Jonathan. The thought halts my logic for a split second but I quickly regain composure.

“Occasionally.”

“He’s psychotic,” Batman argues.

“I’ll tell him you said so.” I smile cheerily.

He catches on to what I’m planning and gets closer. “You’re not leaving my sight-”

“Hello hello.”

We both look over and see Catwoman joining us. Gee, thanks a lot Selina. Why didn’t you tell me your new friend would be stalking around? She cockily struts up and hangs a lazy arm across Batman's shoulder.

“Ms. Kyle,” he grunts.

She smiles wickedly at him. She’s having fun with this game. “Good evening, darling. Having a midnight chat with my stray?”

Batman looks over at me again. “Another ally, Reaper?”

“Your judgment means nothing to me. Only God can save me now.”

Selina pulls him away to talk more about Bane. Time to slip away. Thanks Selina. I climb the ladder and swing up onto the roof. Where can I hide now? Batman will trace me there if he doesn’t already know where Selina lives.

“Psst!” Selina hisses from behind.

“Oh, now you want to talk business?” I gibe and put my hands on my hips.

“Sush! Listen. I made a deal with him. If you stay out of this, he won’t turn you in this time.”

“‘This time?’ Selina, he’s going to bag me either way. What were you guys talking about? Can’t I help?”

She holds up a hand to stop me. “No. This is my score. I can handle Daggett. If all goes right we’ll both have a clean slate. You need to chill and figure out your little heartache problem before doing anything big.”

My face falls. “I can still manage! That incident did not diminish my capability to carry out what’s necessary.”

I follow her down the ladder. She must have talked Batman into leaving because there’s no trace of him. Back on the street it’s much less crowded than before. Is that because of Batman’s recent appearance or because of the paranoia being spread by Bane?

“Still no. Stay out of trouble for a few days.” Selina pauses and gestures to something behind me. “Besides, it looks like you’ve got new issues to deal with.”

What is she looking at? The Gotham big screen news TV. But what’s on it? That’s- Oh my God.

“My- My apartment…” My voice cracks at the sight of my only home here burning ablaze in orange flames. What happened?

“Sorry, Callie. But I have to go now.”

Selina takes off down the street, probably off to sneak into another building for the imaginary clean slate she wants so badly, and leaves me falling apart as I watch the building burn. How? First I lose my home in Metropolis. Now this? Just how far does life want to push me? And what about the other residents? Is Marcus alright?

A new thought slaps me. What happens now? Everything I have is in that apartment. Everything. Weapons, blueprints, all my plans. The only possessions I have left to my name are my bank account and the clothes on my back.

“Aaaagggghhhh!” I scream up at the starry sky and anyone nearby avoids walking past me as I sink to my knees. Except one. A pair of worn black dress shoes stops in front of me.

“Is this a bad time?”

I weakly lift my head up. Through my blurry vision I see Dr. Crane has returned.

“You? It’s you.” I shake my head and wave him off. “No. Just- Leave. Go away. Can’t you take a hint?” I look up at the TV again, now seeing firefighters douse the remaining skeleton of the building. “Everything I’ve worked and waited for is gone.”

He doesn’t kneel down or take my hand or say any sappy words of optimism. Instead Jonathon looks at what’s happening and shrugs. “What outcome did you expect?”

“Not this!” I gasp, eyes wide and hands flying everywhere. “I want- I want to be happy. And that was all I had.”

Gotham City truly is where happiness goes to die. I stand up and try to regain a firm posture. I guess now I really don’t have anything to lose. I- I guess I’m free. Truly free. All material possession is out the window so now I can either leave for a new job away from Gotham’s insanity or end up shot in the street. Either option ends in misery.

“I’m sorry.”

Oh. Crane’s still here? And he’s-?

“No you’re not!” I deny. “How can you be? How can you possibly hold any feelings besides arrogance and distrust?”

“Because what you’re feeling right now is the exact same way I felt when my own lab was destroyed,” he argues back.

Seeing him again should trigger my nerves to spike… But nothing’s happening. How?

“It was the League of Shadows. I know it.” I shake my head in disbelief. “I’ve been hiding under the cops’ noses for years and they never suspected a thing. The League took me out in one night.” In anger I kick a can down the sidewalk and snap my whip against a mailbox. “How did I think I could beat the system?” I’m just a small dwindling light that can be easily snuffed out.

Dr. Crane doesn’t try to get closer or touch me. A rather thoughtful idea considering I’ll probably dislocate joints of anyone who’ll try to touch me now.

“You put up a fight, Calico. As much as I disagree with your courageous quest for righteousness, that takes nerve. You’ve done more in a year than what most can accomplish in a lifetime in Gotham.”

I scoff in denial. “All of that and still no match for all this crime. I’m just… me.”

Now he decides to give me a small pat on the back. “Don’t discredit yourself, sweetheart. You did the best you could.”

Oh, I’m sweetheart now, am I? This psycho thinks he can let a pet name fly and I will ignore it? Well he’s wrong. However it’s not the way I originally would have thought eight years ago. At first the sound of the name sends my heartbeat on doubletime. But then a warm feeling spreads over my chest, as if simply hearing the name is making me happy.

Why? Really, why? It’s no secret that we’ve had our ups and downs, that Crane originally wanted me only for a lab rat. But he’s changed. I’ve changed. It’s a harsh truth to remember that I’m not getting any younger. If things could be different, maybe… No. He’s in love with his work. And I’ve made it clear that I wanted to distance myself from love. So it makes sense that he would never hold any feelings for me. Believe it or not the feeling isn’t mutual. Deep down I’d be very saddened if something were to happen to him. Still, it’s best to keep playing this charade instead of appearing as a useless gushy schoolgirl with a crush.

“I’m surprised you’re not rubbing my failure in my face,” I say after a moment of silence.

He smirks. “Oh, I will eventually. Just giving it some time to sink in.”

I roll my eyes. “Always a prick.”

#jonathon crane #jonathon crane x reader #dr jonathan crane #scarecrow x reader #scarecrow #poison ivy #the riddler #harley quinn #the joker #two face #the penguin #batman #batman begins #the dark knight #the dark knigth rises #gotham #gotham tv #cillian murphy #catwoman

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snrsnrp · 2 years ago

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Can you tell me more about the comic? I’m very interested 🤩

1840s AU (10 chapters) centered around Afterdeath (just cause’ haha) Both of them are University professors, Geno being an exchange prof at Reaper’s campus due to <cough cough plot spoilers>

A lot of AUs make a comeo-ish appearance but yea. I’m planning on writing an Errorink (platonic/romantic up to interpretation) one shot after finishing this one as they leave an unfinished story arc in BA&RR. Other than that I suppose the main themes are revolution (monster equality n such) and possssibly and hopefully a good rivals to lovers arc.

Main plot points are the scientific research project both of them are in (anonymously) called the “Greater Good”, in which Reaper was unfortunately chosen to rob graves for human soul essence in hopes of strengthening monster souls. I think the fun part about their secret lives are that the two are paired up quite often in addition to Geno’s implied crush on Reaper, code named ‘Death’. This will then be wrapped up when <COUGH SPOILERS>

(I’m trying to refrain myself from spilling tooooo much but yup)

I think what sparked off this idea was a midnight thought of “what if I wrote a ‘historical’ rivals to lovers Afterdeath fanfic” to which I said yes. I initially planned to update the fic once a week but due to my inconsistent motivation surges I’m leaving it on a bit of a hiatus as of now until I finish my current project.

If you want to read ahead of the comic, there’s a fic on AO3 that will be updated HOPEFULLY TONIGHT.

thank for for asking aaaaa

#snrambles #blue anemones and red roses

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blackbutlerfandomnerddomain · 8 months ago

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Coming Up:

Ciel Phantomhive and Alois Trancy are called for a case set in Paris after a Nobleman gets mugged by a gang member from the gang Les Apaches, who urgently beg for it to be hidden from the public to not have his family targeted. The pair and their most trusted servants go to Paris to solve the case, bringing with them on the trip Doll who can help with some street logic and fighting skills. While there, the three run into Maurice Cole who turns out to be nephew of the robbed nobleman. As well as reaper, Grelle Sutcliff, who confirmed more there's something more at foot with her mere being there.

Cast:

Sebastian Michaelis

Ciel Phantomhive

Doll

Alois Trancy

Maurice Cole

Hannah Annafellows

Grelle Sutcliff with special featuring Ronald Knox

Ships will be the following: Cielois CielDoll Maurekles/Dollrice since @blondeaxolotl has officially won me over to this point in AU and canon SebaGrelle And implied onesided-RonGrelle

The Story will have:

Internalized homophobia/biphobia

Past Abuse

Ciel's the only one who seems to have a good relationship with his parents

Assholes beating people and getting their asses beat back

Sebastian having a crisis

Alois is clingy

Period related issues such as sexism and classism

Too much fluff. Like I'm gonna rob a fluff factory

Story boards would be posted at some point as well as the full fic soon, please get ready yall

#black butler #cast:#ciel phantomhive #sebastian michaelis #black butler doll #alois trancy #maurice cole #grell sutcliff #grelle sutcliff #ronald knox #hannah annafellows #setting:#paris france

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ask-roxy-and-the-devil-blog23 · 1 year ago

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Hazen, the assistant of the grim Reaper

This guy is Hazen. He's one of Grim's assistants in soul reaping. This isn't actually another one of my ocs, this is actually an already existing character in the Sonic the hedgehog Fandom. He's cannonly the anti version of Rob O'hedge from the Sonic archi comics like scourge the hedgehog, but I gave him a different backstory to fit this au because when I first saw him, I kinda liked his edgy, dark Reaper type style (mainly because of his hood) and saw him being allied with the grim Reaper in some way.

This story is, is that he was betrayed and killed by his closest friend in the world, and when Grim came to take him to the spirit realm, he noticed how crushed he was and decided to help him get revenge by copying his powers into him and giving him his own scythe and hooded cloak. After Hazen got his revenge, Grim saw how good he was at it despite being his first time, so he let Hazen keep his powers and scythe and made him one of his assistants to help him reap souls

On this blog, he usually comes to get a drink before getting back to work, and he AND grim are available characters to ask questions ^^

#ask roxy and the devil #cuphead au #sonic the hedgehog #hazen the hedge #the grim adventures of billy and mandy #send them asks #send me asks #send asks

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goldenfox3 · 1 year ago

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As much as I enjoy the process of writing I also wish the next updates of LITFL and Thousand Five would write themselves so I could zone out and read them without actually having to use my brain to put them into words lmao. They both have a lot planned and a ways to go before they reach the end.

Möbius I think will forever stay a formless blob of idea dump because as much as I loved reading time travel epic fics I really don't think I have the focus to start and finish one myself. Just look at Out of Time always being in eternal WIP hell lmao. But damn if I wouldn't love to read Rob getting sent back accidentally, tying himself in knots trying to figure out how and what to change if anything, befriending the Summers again, being painfully aware of Andy's crush on him this time and knowing from the start he's Falcon, etc etc

Don't Fear the Reaper will also likely stay just AU rambles bc idt I have it in me to write a gang story lmao. Jack still being the Shinigami there means a fic in the AU would have to deal with the Bloody Chain a lot and I'm like well I suppose not everything has to be formalized and made into a finished story 🤷

I have a lot of other ideas or things awaiting continuation on the backburner that don't involve Falcon/Stewart or Andy/Robert but atm I have no inspo for them lmao I really just want to submerge myself in the comfort of my fav ships rn but I have no inspo for writing those either and time spent drawing them should really be used for hw. Hence my wish for the next chapters to be magically formed from my brain lmao.

#dusk rambling #fic talk #i should just comm sb to draw them. maybe as my xmas gift to myself.

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 1 year ago

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See a thing on Mass Effect, think of the ‘Shepard Hisashi’ thing.

And like a part of this AU is that there’s been a bit of a revolution concerning villains and heroes. My idea there is that a group of villains known as the Shield Maidens all had Quirks that let them create force fields or the such. When the Reapers came, the group dispersed around the galaxy with one purpose: protect everyon they can.

The strongest one admittedly stuck to earth and created a force field that covered the entire planet. There were two that went to Tuchunka. They were twins who could create EMPs that would fry anything in a certain area. It works on Reaper stuff, and they picked Tuchunka as a more low tech area.

A pair went to Palaven to create a safe city, one went to Thessia, the list goes on.

And like they were open about this. People knew. And it’s caused a change in society.

This group of villains who robbed people blind and caused chaos chose to save people. They used their Quirks for the greater good despite having caused harm before.

Is it any surprise that they became heroes offically after? Admittedly the constant use of their Quirks followed by using Trigger and stimulants as needed have left them all unwell. The ones on Palaven stayed and are in a hospital being treated, the ones on Tunchunka stayed, with one sibling dying and the other becoming a bit of a hermit. Thessia had their hero pass to, and so did Earth’s.

This has been held up by multiple people that heroes can be anyone. That villains can change and become better, and some stories from the remaining maidens contain so much of why they became what they are.

The world changed.

So, imagine how the LOV is affected now~

#bnha #bnha au #Mass effect #Shepard Hisashi #I forget the tag

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dazedwebbings · 3 months ago

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He lives (he was rotting in my folder for months)

#Tawog #tawog au #rob tawog #tawog reaper au #reaper rob au #Tawog reaper rob #the amazing world of gumball

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demonangelgirl134 · 1 year ago

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Check it out

I have a new blog 😊

@hey-imma-fangirl @mypersonalfirepit @sp00kies @loki104-uwu @bubblegumlover99 @weirdgirl92 @konzaarts

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emotional-support-cultist · 2 years ago

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Recently I imagined up a Christmas Carol Cycle AU, ‘tis the season and all that, where Joey is Scrooge being haunted by spirits resembling his old co-workers (most of whom are dead, probably)

What better way to celebrate then ghosts tormenting an old man.

(rambling about the AU below the cut)

The basic premise is the idea that this story, Joey’s Christmas Carol, is a cycle much like the story theory in BATIM’s main story. Joey is haunted by the ghost of Nathan Arch (Jacob Marely) the night before Christmas, who warns him he will be visited by three spirits to straighten his act up, or else a fate worse then death would be gunning for him.

Ghost of Christmas Past takes the form of a slightly younger Henry, though a bit more flame-y then usual. He shows Joey his childhood, his youth spent with Henry up until their eventual parting once Joey starts getting a little too focused on the studio, then his personal relationship with Henry and others. Business and personal relationships don’t mix.

Later, he’s awoken to Christmas Present, taking the form of Susie Campbell as a form of angel. Seemingly perfect, she leads him around New York City to see all the sights, one of which includes his daughter Audrey at a Christmas party with friends, of which Joey refused to go to. Susie explains as he sat there, his relationship with his daughter weakened every minute. And, likely asks him what she would think if she found out about the business he and GENT had a hand in? (During the second half of her visit, her form begins shifting and contorting more into that beloved Malice Angel face we all love)

Later and near the end of the night, Christmas Yet to Come visits- shrouded and silent, he only pointed to and pushed Joey around New York as he has to watch people gossip about someone who had died recently. The apartment was robbed of literally everything. Eventually he is directed to lift the cloth off of a dead body, of which he refuses to do. He’s then shown Audrey in her apartment, with a very familiar book. Audrey was writing a parody of Christmas Carol, the day after Christmas. It would be revealed it’s a Cycle, and the whole night repeats once again when Joey withers away in his sleep, forever stubborn.

I don’t really have the time anymore to basically read and re-write all of Christmas Carol for this AU, but I thought it was too neat of an AU not to do some doodles for, and a line up! As well, you could also argue Sammy is as well sharing place with the Ink Demon as role of Christmas Future, given the grim reaper thing going on. I just wanted to make one of the ghosts more krampus-y/monstrous so here we are~

Bonus; The spots of the children Christmas Present shows Scrooge, Ignorance and Want, are likely filled by Buddy and Heidi.

As well, it was a tie between Nathan and Bertrum being Jacob Marley, but I wound up choosing the former because Bertrum would rather die twice then help out Joey Drew.

#batim #batdr #joey drew #henry stein #susie campbell #sammy lawrence #au #christmas #christmas carol au #my art #I had waaay too much fun designing this AU- I just love holiday themed aus

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doortotomorrow · 3 years ago

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Lexa!Lives AU / I’m No Mirage : When Lexa’s dry, dehydrated eyes cracked open, she found herself half buried in dirt not knowing anything of how she arrived there, her memory bank entirely withdrawn. Scavenging whatever meagre possessions she could muster, she takes a moment to clock in her location before spotting the derelict and destitute ruins of Polis looking miniscule on the horizon, and sets out on a mission to look for survivors of whatever calamity befell the capital.

When she sets foot in the smaller ruins along the way, desperation settles into the marrow of Lexa’s aching bones, discovering the ghosts of the people who perished in the inferno, barely able to walk any further as water deprivation robs her of the ability to think straight. A flash of movement enters into her peripheral vision, shocking her back to reality and she chases after it, risking whatever life she has left in her to seek it out.

And then, she sees her...the breathtaking visage of the one she vowed to protect with her life trudging along the sandy dunes with a small wagon of supplies. Her brilliant blonde hair dazzles underneath the harsh sunlight, face crimson with sand burns, sporting a massive scab on her forehead, but it was still her. Her beacon and the great love of her life. Dry sobs rattle through her rib cage, Lexa wondering if she’ll break apart from this alone.

“Clarke?” Lexa calls out, testing her voice, raising her hand up to gather her attention.

Clarke stumbles to her feet, the shovel in her hand coming tumbling down to the ground, mouth hung open in abject shock.

“I must be going crazy, I’m seeing things...you’re not here-no, you can’t be here. I saw you get shot. I saw you bleed out and fade away,” Clarke’s eyes well with tears, warring with herself to keep from crying too much. Risking tears in the desert was a way to mark yourself for the grim reaper.

“I’m no mirage, Clarke. I’m here, I’m actually here,” Lexa closes the distance between them, taking her lover’s body into her arms for a soul nourishing embrace, hope blooming to life once more inside of her form. Clarke’s tired hands cup her face, drowning herself in Lexa’s touch, kissing her wherever she could find exposed skin.

“I think I know how we can get get out of here,” Clarke parts from Lexa; albeit, reluctantly, “I found our Rover buried in the sand.”

“Let me,” Lexa leans down, separating sand with her fingers, but Clarke stays her hand.

“You’re suffering from heat exhaustion, Lexa...I’m not gonna let you die here trying to help,” Clarke practically orders her, and the most fragile of smiles grows on Lexa’s face, daring herself to hold onto a mote of happiness.

It’s a massive endeavor, but little by little, the sand ebbs away to uncover the Rover, both Clarke and Lexa celebrating the small triumph with a kiss as Clarke immediately sets her focus on getting it operational again by rewiring the solar panels. Clarke spots a few water canteens in the interior, immediately passing it off to Lexa, relieved to have at least that much.

“Ready to do this?” Clarke looks over to Lexa, both their hands covering the gear shift, holding their breaths.

“Lead the way,” Lexa closes her eyes, joining in Clarke’s pure elation when the Rover’s engine roars to life, resurrected and renewed. Confidence growing in Clarke, she and Lexa set off, looking for what life remains on the planet, beginning the next great journey in their lives.

#The 100 #Clarke Griffin #Lexa kom Trikru #Clexa #the100edit #happy Pride month Clexa shippers #this one's for you!

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