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profoundbondfanfic · 1 year ago

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Heeeeey just wandering do you by any chance have like a western or cowboy au fic rec list??? If not that's okey but I mean I would appreciate

Hello and of course, here are a few we like!

Apple Pie Order by paceprompting [Explicit, 18k words]

Castiel Novak spends his life the same way, every day, as sheriff of a small town in the old west. Until, of course, a certain green-eyed criminal named Dean Winchester starts showing up in his life...over and over.

Church of the Country Wild by Amazonia_8 [Explicit, 52k words]

Sheriff Dean Winchester has been sent to Boston to collect the new preacher for his town of Lawrence. What he finds is a man nothing like what he expected and suddenly the long journey back to Kansas seems a lot more dangerous than he'd previously thought.

Hunter's Caress by Ltleflrt [Explicit, 161k words]

Castiel Jameson won't rest until the outlaw who murdered his brother faces justice, and Dean Winchester is the only man alive who can help him track the villain down. Some say Winchester is a cold-blooded killer himself; others say he'd been wronged his whole life. All Castiel knows is that the desire glinting in Dean's green eyes is even more dangerous than he is. Castiel fights to keep his mind on business, but during the long nights on the trail with the dangerously handsome hunter he finds himself dreaming of yielding to Dean's illicit kisses and losing himself in lawless passion. Dean Winchester is about to hang when Castiel saves his neck with his crazy plan. But dying might be better than spending day and night playing nursemaid to such an infuriating city slicker. He appreciates the stubborn detective's desire for justice, but he'd appreciate Cas a lot more if he'd stop being a lawman long enough to just be a man. He certainly has all the right equipment. Dean aches to run his fingers through Castiel's dark hair, yearns to know how Castiel's golden skin will feel against him. And before the coming of the next dawn, Dean vows to teach him the pleasures and sweet rewards of a Hunter's Caress.

ride, cowboy, ride by UniversalSatan [Explicit, 12k words]

There's a stranger in town, and Castiel has the sense there's something dangerous about him — yet he's drawn to the man like a magnet, unable to resist his enticement.

The Shawnee Trail by emmbrancsxx0 [Explicit, 166k words]

In 1887, Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak lead a peaceful life in Lawrence, Kansas. Dean and Sam are stagecoach messengers for Wells, Fargo and Castiel is the town doctor. When Castiel's patient, Kelly Kline, knocks on their door one night about to give birth, she asks for the Winchesters and Castiel's help in protecting her son against one of the west's most notorious outlaws. To fulfill that promise, the men set out on a journey full of shootouts, trouble with the law, gambling, and an important discovery: Dean and Castiel really need to define the nature of their relationship.

Vagabonds by chevrolangels [Explicit, 89k words]

Dean is a sheriff in a tiny town in Colorado, restless and unsatisfied with his life. It's not like what he's read about in the dime novels since he was little, capturing dangerous outlaws and being the last word of the law. More like tossing the town drunk in a cell to sober up when they get a little too rowdy. But Dean's chance comes when a thief rolls through their town. He pursues the thief, which puts him right into the path of Emmanuel, a notorious outlaw. When he is captured by the outlaw and his gang to be held for ransom, Dean starts off on a journey he could have never envisioned, and learns that perhaps there's more to Emmanuel than meets the eye.

Whisper My Name by PetraAmia [Explicit, 29k words]

Castiel was an alpha with a few secrets up his sleeve, and had distanced himself from his family in New York City. Castiel was better off in the West than he was in the City, and they weren’t wrong. When Castiel first roamed he made a name for himself in the trick pony shows of the time and finally settled down in a small town called Angel, Wyoming. Here, he gave into some of his Alpha instincts by taking care of the townsfolk as sheriff, but that wasn’t to say that he was not a dutiful son. Twice his family back home had sent him an Omega to keep the families honor and both times, the Omega in question had not survived the sometimes harsh climate his new home provided. When a letter came from his eldest brother Michael to alert him to yet a third Omega coming to meet him from New York, he expected nothing but more of the same. He was totally unprepared for the Omega who came with his favorite brother Gabriel, and the new pup he was to take into his life. However, the events of the town have kept them apart, his duties to the town came before his new mate, and their relationship suffers. Can they recover, and be what they were always meant to be, or will they continue to dance around each other until they wither?

Wicked Game by expectingtofly [Explcit, 104k words]

The year is 1889 and for the past year and a half, Dean has traveled alone from town to town, drinking to ignore his guilt and gambling to make a living. Today, he’s especially down on his luck. He’s broke, was just thrown out of a saloon for cheating at poker, and has now been woken by a blue-eyed man trying to rob him. When he learns that the thief, Castiel, is just as broke as he is, they strike a tenuous deal to help each other rob a stagecoach, share the spoils, and split up. Turns out splitting up is the most difficult task. While Castiel is cold and cruel, Dean refuses to back down from a fight. The two are at odds more often than not, but their relationship only grows more complicated the longer they travel together. They may have more in common than they thought.

There's also this fic we've reviewed a while ago with cowboy!Dean, though he lives on a farm and it's set in the 90s instead of the old wild west:

spirit of the west by teendean [Mature, 141k words]

Dean grew up on a horse farm and can’t imagine any other life. There are drawbacks to working for his father, but they’re worth it if it means remaining with his beloved horses. Besides, between his broken arm and his lack of prospects, he hasn’t got much else. Something of an outsider, Dean always feels like there’s something he’s missing. But this tense summer brings back a figure from his past: years ago, a teenaged Cas worked for a season at the Winchester ranch. His return could change everything. If you ever wanted a 90s horse girl book, but starring a young Dean Winchester, this is your fic.

you can also check our western tag for more.

#asks #group rec #western

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aziraphales-library · 2 years ago

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Do you have any fanfics about aziraphale being insecure about his weight? thanks you :))

We have loads on our #insecure aziraphale tag. Here are a few more to add to the collection...

Having and Holding by sheendav (M)

Aziraphale has a very specific bedtime request... one he fears Crowley will take the wrong way...

Fuck You Gabriel by smashedglassglitteringlikestars (E)

Crowley lets his angel know that it's okay to be soft.

You are beautiful, angel by Whatwashernameagain (M)

Aziraphale watches Crowley dance around his flat, drunk on good wine and freedom, and cannot help but be drawn to the way he moves, so fluid and graceful and entirely unselfconscious. He’s so beautiful with his fiery hair in the setting sun and his burning, wild eyes. Utterly breathtaking. The image of the lithe demon enjoying his body so confidently reminds him of how little he has to offer the person he craves to be close to more than he’s ever wanted anything in his entire existence. The cutting remarks spoken from smiling lips in heaven sting sharply as he remembers all of his failings as an angel. He feels very small suddenly. Crowley‘s sulfur-yellow eyes flare hotly.

Love Handles by Phoenix_Soar (E)

Crowley is a sweet thing and now that he is allowed, he wants to show Aziraphale just how lovely he finds his Angel.

As they try to adjust to the new turn their relationship takes after Armageddon, Crowley discovers that Aziraphale harbours certain self-conscious thoughts about his body. Well now, that just won’t do…

Just the Same by EmilyLouise (T)

So, the world didn't end and everything's pretty much the same, really. Apart from Aziraphale and Crowley are now in some sort of romantic relationship that neither of them knows how to navigate. But they don't need to talk about it or make it a thing. It's fine, really, apart from the times it isn't.

Things that were researched for this fic: Victorian and Georgian nightwear, the play 'Romeo and Juliet', molluscs, Aziraphale's conservation practices, the menu at the British Museum, the layout of the V&A, Italian renaissance gardens, Giant Sloths, plant varieties, the guardian crossword, compost, and the difference between BP and BC.

Snow Angel by Vagabond (T)

Human!AU. Aziraphale needs a date to his brother's Christmas party to avoid getting set up with someone. Anathema suggests Crowley, the office bad boy. They go, get snowed in, and have a heart-to-heart that ends in a Happy Christmas.

From a prompt: Human!AU: Aziraphale needs a date for family Christmas. He invites the office rebel/bad boy, Crowley.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #insecure aziraphale #adult omens #mod d

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greetingfromthedead · 3 months ago

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9. Stampede

Series: Mermaid!AU Depth of Despair

Pairing: Vash x GN!Reader

Word count: 2.3k

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"Roberto! Please!" Vash pleads with the old fisherman.

"You are a fool. Not only do you come back with such a request after years, you want to go chasing fairy tales! The answer is "no", end of discussion." The tired looking man speaks calmly before smoking from his pipe. "You need to move on and make some smart choices."

"You yourself have told me tales of sirens. Please, I only need a ship. For old time's sake," Vash continues, not letting the conversation end there.

Roberto walks calmly along the pier, surrounded by the sound of seagulls and crashing waves. On either side of the walkway, dingy fishing boats have been tied to the dock, bobbing with the rhythm of the water. Vash follows with long strides, keeping pace as he tries to look the older man in the eyes. His determination remains unwavering.

"Boy, even if those rumors were true, they would only mean you are in even greater danger if you seek out their likes. I am not going to risk my men and livelihood for such a foolish mission." Roberto takes another long drag from the pipe. "And I am sparing your life with it too. For old time's sake."

"I'll find my own crew, and I will pay for the insurance!" the blonde continues. "You're the only one I can ask."

"If you take the ship out, it won't be just the mermaids coming after you. Trust me, you don't want to mess with all this. You got out. Your ghost hung from your neck by a thread, and you barely escaped with your life. You should count your blessings and not push your luck further; you have more than most of my men dare to dream of. And why don't you ask your brother for help?"

"Indeed. Why don't you?" A colder voice sounds out, making Vash freeze in place. "Why would you not come to me with your problems, little brother?"

Vash turns around. The words might be gentle, but they sound like a threat coming from his older brother. The mirror image of himself looks back, but dressed in a fancy navy uniform. The golden lace trim along his frock coat's lapels speaks of his high rank, if the shoulder insignia and the lavish hat weren't hints enough.

"Commodore Knives!" Vash salutes his brother, the mockery only noticeable to those who know the twins well enough.

"Why don't we have a chat, brother?" Knives puts his arm around Vash's shoulder, his gloved fingers digging into Vash's upper arm, and starts leading him away towards the shacks by the shore. His voice is lower as he leans slightly closer. "I have been turning a blind eye to your visits to the dock pubs, but now you're looking for a ship? This is going too far."

"Brother…" Vash says quietly, his voice trailing off, but the other twin looks forward, his face neutral, yet stern.

They head to the little houses standing on long wooden poles that disappear into the water. The thatched roofs are disheveled and partially covered by moss. Fishing nets and oars hang from hooks on the outside walls. Knives walks up to one of the doors and pulls it open. Only a small window lets in a sliver of light, illuminating the wooden boxes and barrels stacked inside. The older brother gives Vash a little push to go in first, pulling the door shut after entering himself.

"Really? You want to draw the navy onto your back?" Knives starts in a scolding, almost hissing tone. "How you managed to just barely slither your way out of their grasp last time is beyond me, but you want to fool around again? Do you not realize what you're putting at risk?"

"I'm just a sailor. That's all I've ever been. I just ask for a fishing vessel. I need it." Vash takes a step closer.

"Just a sailor? You can keep telling yourself and others that all you want, but the truth is you were a pirate," Knives hisses, "You put our family at risk. You put me at risk. You put yourself at risk."

"That is not true," Vash insists, his voice firm.

"Really? You commanded your little group of vagabonds, stirring trouble with merchant ships and the navy alike. How many times have you almost been killed? And for what?"

"I couldn't just stand by. They moved stolen goods. Slaves." Vash paused, his eyes reflecting the pain of his past.

"If you fought for justice, why not join the navy the same as me?" Knives replies firmly.

"Because the navy transported slaves just the same as the merchants."

"Those were prisoners. And if they caught you, they would have shipped you off in the same way unless they let you hang in the gallows at dawn. And that's if all they charged you with was piracy. Why do you try to throw your blessing away? You're the luckiest man I know. I'll never understand you."

"I have to save someone," Vash lets out a defeated sigh, "and I won't stop until I do."

"Who would be that important?" Knives demands, "Important enough to risk your life, my career, and the safety of our family? What about our mother? Our sister?"

"A siren," Vash replies softly, his voice betraying the affection blooming in his heart.

"A siren? You want to risk everything to chase some old wives' tale?" The twin scoffs, seemingly relaxing, as he takes a step back. A smug and crooked smirk appears on his face.

"Is it really so outrageous to believe the stories are true? I have seen them. They are real. And should we really be surprised? After all, we have powers we have learned to wield."

This catches the commodore's attention again. The smile disappears in an instant, and the icy eyes turn dark with anger. His hands shake with rage, and in a long step, he stands face-to-face with his brother again, grabbing hold of the red coat's lapel.

"We do not have powers. We do not wield any kind of magic. We are not witches. Be careful, brother," Knives warns, his tone serious. "If you continue down this path, you may find more than you bargained for. Don't go chasing fairy tales."

Knives lets go of his brother and takes a step back, seemingly calm. He straightens his uniform, pulling it down again, and adjusts the white gloves on his hands. As he looks at his brother with a mixture of concern and disappointment, Knives hopes that his words will make an impact and prevent any further reckless behavior. With a deep breath, he turns away, praying that his warning will be taken to heart before it's too late.

"Go home, Vash. And stay there. If I see you at the docks again, I will have my men escort you back." With that, the commodore walks away.

The shack's door swings open and nearly closes on its own, the twin's shadow moves across the faded wood of the pier before disappearing. Vash is left alone in the midst of the boxes and barrels, his brother's warning ringing in his ears as he contemplates what lies ahead. He can't give up. It is his fault you were dragged away. His inability to heed a warning is what got him into this position; he can only hope it will help him resolve it too.

If Knives will have him escorted home as soon as he sees Vash, all that needs to be done is remain unseen. Vash lurks in the shadows, in the backrooms of shady pubs, and in the shacks of those whose silence can be bought for coin. He spreads rumors, relies on those crazy enough to find him instead of the other way around, and he hopes it all will happen fast enough. He is not happy with what he has to do. He doesn't relish deception; he doesn't wish to put anyone in danger, but he needs a ship, and a ship needs a crew.

Only a few days after Vash set out on his mission, stories of a legendary pirate began to spread throughout the land once more. Different outrageous tales tell of a cunning, brave, and devilish captain who had a crew unlike any other, willing to follow him blindly into the most dangerous of waters where they all would return from, as if Death itself was scared of the man called the Stampede. Those pirates were rumored to have made a deal with the Devil. They kept the seas in a grip of fear and mystique that no other crew could match. Their ship, the Typhoon, was said to be the fastest vessel on any ocean, able to outrun every pursuer and to catch up to just about anyone.

For years, the Typhoon's crew and their insane captain dominated the waters, their legend growing with each passing day as they pillaged and plundered without mercy. Sweeping through port towns and sending many men, both honest and dishonest, to a watery grave. The fear they instilled was unmatched, and their reputation was known far and wide, but then one day, the giant ship disappeared together with its crew, never to be seen or heard from again. Some say that their time ran out as the Devil granted them powers for 7 years, only to then have the bottom of the sea swallow them whole. Others believe they simply sailed off the edge of the world. A few claim that they were cursed by the spirits of those they wronged and now haunt the seas as ghostly pirates, forever searching for redemption, never able to set foot on dry land. Whatever version anyone believes in, now there are rumors that the devilish Captain Stampede is back, looking for new recruits to join his cursed crew, to go searching for treasure and legends. Anyone willing, would be granted a lifetime of adventure on the high seas, more wealth than they can spend, and stories to tell for generations to come. Apparently, the captain is going to look for the land of mermaids, a place rumored to hold untold riches and immortality, guarded by sea monsters and beautiful maidens ready to give you a kiss in exchange for your soul.

Vash knows the rumors are sure to have reached his brother, so he will have to make his move tonight. His fingers touch the pebble resting against his chest, the small rock hands from his neck, and there is something so special about it to him. He puts on the harness that runs across his chest, where the buckle rests among the ruffles of his white shirt. He takes his pistol, which he has been polishing for most of the day, and secures the weapon in the holster. Vash ties a wide black sash around his waist, making sure it is tight and secure, keeping the gun where it needs to be. In addition, he hides a dagger in the black fabric of the sash, just in case he needs it later. He lifts up a floorboard with his fake arm, the magic giving him the strength to do so. From there, he takes the things wrapped in an old sheet and unravels them to bring out the items of the man he believed to have left behind. He secures the sword to his hip, picking up the feathered hat and the orange glasses. He puts them on, feeling a surge of confidence and determination. As the last touch, he pulls on his long red coat, the golden buttons and buckles glinting in the dim candlelight illuminating his dark bedroom. He is ready to face whatever challenges come his way. He is ready to get you back.

Vash takes the last of his valuables with him, his heart heavy with determination, as he gets on his horse to ride into the rainy night. He travels over the muddy roads, shrouded in darkness and uncertainty, but his resolve never falters. He has his goal, his treasure to find, and he will stop at nothing until he reaches it. This time feels different. The lights of the little port town don't seem as inviting as they once did. The sounds of the waves crashing against the rocks are more ominous, and the salty air carries a foreboding sense of danger. Everything that usually calls for him is now warning him to turn back. But he pushes forward, knowing that your fate lies in his hands.

He leaves his horse in Roberto's stable. He will be able to figure out what to do. The rest of the way, Vash walks through the little settlement by himself, avoiding the routes most guards would take, and he slinks his way to a dilapidated looking pub. It sounds lively, with a few drunken laughs echoing from within. The rain pours down, drenching Vash's cotton shirt and even his leathery pants and boots. It drips from the rim of his hat and the bottom of his coat. He reaches one of the gloved hands forward to push open the door; the other hand holds on to a small chest with an elaborate lock. He takes a deep breath before stepping into the dimly lit room, where everybody falls still to look at him.

A heavy silence fills the pub as all eyes remain on him. A few seem to slowly reach for their weapons, many looking at him suspiciously.

"Men," Vash announces, "I am looking for a crew."

As suddenly as the quiet had rolled over the pub, it is replaced by whispers. Curious and excited murmurs spread throughout the room. People start whispering of the devilish captain ruling the seas just a few years ago. Vash stares back at them, a smile spreading across his face.

"He is supposed to be the legendary pirate captain Stampede?" An impatient woman's voice calls out. Vash turns to look for the source and sees two women, the short one being the owner of the voice. "There is no way!"

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copepods · 2 years ago

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what do you have in mind for dsmp star wars aus because personally I want rival rebel pilots wilbur soot and quackity

girl what the hell i had a whole thing written out and it deleted itself and now i have to rewrite it. anyway

so i had an au back in 2021 i was developing, which followed the plot of the clone wars/prequels relatively closely, with wilbur being anakin, tommy being ahsoka, dream being palpatine etc. but now ive been brainstorming one that departs from the plot a little more, and also takes place before the phantom menace to avoid all the added variables of clones/war/etc.

so the main characters in this one are

tommy- jedi initiate who grows up in the coruscant temple with his best friend, tubbo. however when it comes time to be chosen as padawans, tubbo is chosen, while tommy is not, instead being sent to the service corps. struggling with feelings of inadequacy and resentment, tommy meets wilbur, an ex-jedi vagabond who shares his misgivings and encourages them.

wilbur- former jedi who left the order a few years after his master did the same. has lost faith in the order because he feels they failed to support him after his master left, and is beginning to fall to the dark side.

tubbo- jedi padawan newly stationed under quackity. he misses his best friend dearly, but is also excited to begin his training. several months after his initiation, he and quackity are assigned a mission to track down two rogue force-users who are Causing Shenanigans (not yet planned out lol. explosions are presumably involved). he's also starting to struggle to keep following the jedi tenets, what with his Very Pronounced feelings of care for his best friend tommy, his mentor and increasingly-older-brother-figure quackity, and ranboo, the archives assistant who also has a very nice face.

quackity- relatively young and inexperienced knight eager to prove himself under the council, particularly schlatt, his former master who has always brushed aside his accomplishments. he takes on a padawan as a chance to prove his worth, and his need to prove himself doubles when he and tubbo take on the mission. however, the council's treatment of him is beginning to grate on him, and feelings of resentment start to stir. this resentment only compounds when they track down the two rogues and one of them, an ex-jedi bent on causing chaos (wilbur), encourages him to give into his anger and use it as a strength.

backup characters include schlatt (jedi council member and douchebag) phil and techno (bounty hunters (phil also has something else going on wink wink)) ranboo (very cute archival assistant in the jedi temple) and others probably. i want niki to be in here somewhere as well.

#asks #anon #mcyt #i have a lot of thoughts sorry

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squidkid15 · 2 years ago

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Has any of you aus been changed due to season 4? If yes, which ones

A few! None of them are huge changes though. Core was basically fleshing out backstories a bit, a couple other smaller ones we haven't shared here (vagabond, for anyone curious) we made Peng Macaque's killer. Ghost we made that change/addition, then they also met up with the brothers in modern day, meeting ghost/seeing what became of him.

MK got tweaked a little in a couple AUs too, but nothing crazy. Mostly it was tweaking backstories, and planning future events.

#squid speaks #answers #anonymous #lmk core au #lmk ghost au

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writingamarie · 2 years ago

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17! :)

Pairing: Regulus/Barty

Words: 1166

CW: unhinged Barty, implied murder, muggle au, american au

Quote: #17 "If you love me, you don't love me in a way I understand"

i'm going to call this day 6 of my FICmas challenge!

He hated the Midwest. There was nothing refined or beautiful about fields of green that turned to mud every time it rained. But that was where life had gotten him. It was bullshit, but it was life. Regulus could understand when he thought about all the pieces that came together to form the puzzle of his life. Shitty parents, an absent older brother, bad influences -it all mixed together in a perfect storm to ruin his life. But the thing was, Regulus was smart. He didn’t need someone to come around and explain the new pieces that were falling, he’d seen the final image while it was all still up in the air.

That was why he was packing a bag. He didn’t need anyone else to tell him when it was time to cut and run. Fuck Barty and the mess he had gotten himself into, Regulus wouldn’t let himself get caught up. Barty was his oldest friend, his boyfriend -for lack of a better term for whatever they were. But more than that Barty was the person that had derailed Regulus’ life at nearly every turn. It hadn’t been a surprise that Sirius had raged about his brother falling down a rabbit hole because of the Crouch kid, although Regulus had been a little more astonished when his parents also disapproved. Barty was from a good family, on paper he was exactly what Regulus’ parents wanted in a partner for him. Except Barty had been far darker than Regulus had known and quickly enough he had been pulled right alongside of him.

Barty was unhinged, psychotic even -if Regulus had to take a guess. The parties had been fun, the vagabond lifestyle had been beautiful while it lasted, and then it all went to shit. Because Regulus couldn’t talk to someone without it setting Barty off. He couldn’t talk about finishing college or getting a job without insulting something personal within Barty. Regulus had never questioned it, he didn’t mind the life they had made together -or at least he hadn’t.

The plan had been simple. Get the fuck out before anything else could go wrong. There were too many people searching for him from all sides. It was bound to end poorly. The door of his hotel room opened gently, like the manager had used the electronic key to silently allow an invader into Regulus’ space. Regulus was quick, but they were quicker. He lifted his hands but before they could go fully above his head a fist connected with his nose and he fell to the ground.

“Jesus! My hands were up, I surrendered you ass” Regulus groaned as he pressed the back of his right hand to his nose.

“Where is he?”

“I ditched him after I realized you’d been following us for two cities. Your guess is as good as mine. Fuck off, you didn’t have to hit me!”

Sirius’ boot connected with his chest, gently but with enough force to keep him on the ground. It was just enough pressure to act as a warning. His big brother, the tough protector, the terrifying FBI agent, the hunter of monsters. Monsters like Barty -Regulus didn’t need to guess what he’d done. There’d been enough hints and clues to put it all together. But Sirius showing up confirmed it, whatever awful thing Regulus could assume was true. Barty wasn’t just a bad influence that had pulled him into something dark -he’d been an evil influence that whispered from his shoulder about the beauty of the devil. Sirius only hunted some of the worst, his team was known for it. Which meant Barty had become one of the worst and Regulus wasn’t sure why that didn’t scare him more.

“Where would he go?”

“I don’t know, I never understood what he was thinking,” Regulus lied.

The thing about Sirius was, he wanted to fix things with Regulus. He wanted a relationship that more closely resembled brothers rather than the strangers they had become. The fact that it took an investigation for him to pop back into Regulus’ life was the exact thing Sirius had fought to avoid. But even with all his hopes for them Sirius never had taken the time to learn when Regulus was lying.

“I have to meet the team, stay put. I’ll have questions for you.”

“Where else would I go?” Regulus asked innocently as if he wasn’t going to run the moment Sirius left the room. The agents he had undoubtedly stationed around the building wouldn’t be able to stop Regulus.

Sirius left with the promise that they would talk later, an empty promise. All Sirius wanted at the moment was to find Barty. Two cities across state lines -that was at least as far as Sirius had followed them. Which meant his desire to do his job beat out his desire to know his brother. Barty was a target and Sirius wouldn’t let the complication of Regulus’ feelings stop him.

Regulus was right that it was easy to sneak out after. The agents were good but no one had been on the roof. Regulus was able to sneak down the fire escape of the hotel and slip into the traffic of people on the sidewalk. Of all the stupid Midwest cities he had at least thought to stop in the most crowded. He paused, only for a moment to assess where he should go next, when the telephone booth rang out. Barty’s old signal.

Regulus stepped into the booth and prepared to take the call, “Barty.”

“Your brother is quite the pain in my ass. Time to go, Regulus.”

“What did you do?”

“Does it matter? They shouldn’t have touched you, now they can’t touch anybody. Fair’s fair. Let’s go home, Regulus.”

“I’ve seen the news reports, Barty. What you did to them, that wasn’t fair, it was revenge. Revenge over something that didn’t happen.”

“I just love you, Regulus, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

Regulus thought of how Barty loved him. The manipulations and difficulties that had popped up between them since they dropped out of school. The pile of bodies and the blood that felt like it was on Regulus’ hands just as much as Barty’s. His love was sharp and painful.

“If you love me it’s not in a way I fucking understand.”

He hung up the phone and grabbed the bag at his feet. He needed to move quickly, if Barty knew the phone booth he was at it meant he had a visual. Regulus was smart; he knew when to cut the strings and run. Barty could love him in whatever violent way he desired but Regulus wasn’t going to be taken down by his brother in the process. Instead, he’d vanish into the wind. It wasn’t hard, he and Barty had managed it before. This time he’d just be alone.

#25 days of ficmas #prompt #bartylus #barty crouch jr #regulus black #muggle au #american au

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ramblings-from-the-ether · 2 years ago

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Wuxia AU (Section 1: Introduction)

I imagined Giovanni serving Tang Yuan (汤圆, a traditional Chinese dessert of (sometimes colourful) glutinous rice balls served in hot broth) to his brothers (minions/boys) and now I have an AU setting.

Also, Happy Winter Solstice!

Inspired by old Kung Fu and Wuxia films from the 70s where:

Anything can be a weapon in the right hands

Anyone with enough training or experience can be a capable fighter

And, chivalrous heroes and sinister villains clash for treasures, ideals and fame.

Doesn't this sound a bit similar to Epithet Erased in some ways?

So here is an AU in which our midnight heist takes place in a grand temple hiding a treasure, with bandits and vagabonds behind every curtain, and a little girl trapped behind the closed gates. Also everyone is wearing some form of traditional Chinese clothing or clothing styles that originated in ancient China, and sometimes sing as in an opera.

Magic System

Instead of epithets and inscribed, anybody can harness Qi or supernatural powers through enough training and hardwork/grit. Our inscribed characters in this AU have these powers through years of experience using them, the luck to gain a boost (eating magic pills) or to be born with innate potential, or the unluck to be forced by fate to become stronger in order to overcome its machinations.

Characters

Molly

Pretty much the same with mostly aesthetic changes. Her powerset focuses on dispelling in order to control her older sister's with the opposite focus of creation. She has never wielded an actual weapon in her life.

Giovanni

Was once a good child who gained a passion in cooking to the point his skills are focused around making Soup and similar concoctions. Unfortunately he managed to read Water Margin and decided to become a bandit by joining the Yellow Scarfs (Banzai Blasters), a 'bandit' group more of a private criminal mercenary and highway robbery organisation.

Instead of baseball, in this AU Giovanni has a side skill in Da Tuolo (A Chinese whip and spinning top game) unmatched amongst his brothers (instead of 'boys' in this AU) and peers. Instead of the 13 combo effect, its now a 4 combo effect at the 'cost' of rarely using the whip as a weapon (It's his only one, plus he uses it for competitions. Furthermore he knows the pain of being hit with it by accidental self use or by others accidently hitting him with their whips during practice).

Sylvie

A young man (often mistaken for as a kid) from a pastoral family who studies and practices the analysis of Qi usage on the human body, as well as how to take care of it. A horn-hat wearing recluse who has more knowledge than his age suggests. Or at least, this is the story he tries to present...

His skillset focuses on pacification (useful for calming down animals and troublesome patients) with an odd ability of transforming into a bull monster as his 'dreamform' or something. He also has a large amount of magical trinkets and talismans as well as general knowledge of pressure points on the human body, these consist the majority of his arsenal in the event of a fight.

Mera

Born with an unusual amount of power, her magic tends to be rather unstable and constant usage can harm her. Her noble family could not provide a solution despite their wealth to aid her, and thus she left to travel the world with Indus to seek a remedy for her condition.

Her powerful abilities allows her to manipulate matter into a more fragile state like porcelain. She is rather tricky, and may use stealthy, disguised or unconventional weapons to catch her opponents off guard.

Indus

Same fellow as in canon Epithet Erased with the ability to create magical barriers. Only that he probably came from a nomadic clan in the west or north.

Percy

Either a former member of the imperial army or just born in a rather chivalrous martial arts clan, she serves the city guard with an honorable distinction.

She however, has a rather low stamina which regulates her to a support role, where she does her best to learn how to treat wounds, care for weaponry, and other skills a support role may need in the military.

Despite her low stamina, she is still a remarkable fighter nonetheless. Her weapons include the infamous Tamade Sword (他妈的剑！), and a pair of mirrors (one is semi-transparent while the other has a very bright reflection). Reflected light from the latter mirror can actual be used to revitalise one's face and skin; but when the former mirror is used to direct sunlight into the latter mirror, the resulting ray of reflected light can blind, scald and even burn anything it touches with enough exposure.

Ramsey

He has lived many schemes disguised as lives, but it seems his luck has run out, forcing him to be on the run. A former merchant, conman, and even a (albeit corrupt) governor; anything related to gold is his domain to rule if he gets the chance.

Speaking of gold, his skillset is focused around turning things into precious metals (though he prefers gold), he can even do this to himself to avoid physical harm.

Zora

Some say she served the Immortal Emperor when he was alive, while others say she was once a warlord who ruled over the far-flung steppes. Nevertheless, this mysterious and terrifying woman serves as mercenary and assassin for a shadowy faction that has plans to usurp the Mandate of Heaven.

Swords, traps, knives, bows, crossbows and flying guillotines may be her primary or secondary weapons. But her signature weapon is none other than a small water clock. No one has seen the use of such an odd contraption in the hands of a mercenary, much less its use as a weapon, and lived to tell the tale. Rumours say the waters of time drip and flow to her command, and from which she nourishes her seemingly unending youth.

Poor Vasemaker from the temple

Works in the temple to make, manage and take care of the vases there. Is also the artist behind the newest vase so beautiful as to be worth more gold than what the temple could afford. When Giovanni smashes a specific and rather intricate vase, this poor fellow wakes up and hops out of bed sobbing "My vases!" and "My life's work!" in the distance.

Meta Data: One of the first AUs we've made together. A setting centered AU inspired by the Wuxia genre. Pre-POP story.

Status: General character, location and plot redesigns made, little to no name changes. There are 2 world concepts (based on 2 similar AU concepts during early development that differed in cultural focus called 'Wuxia AU' & 'Silk Road AU', the former is the current basis of this AU).

#epithet erased #epithet erased au #wuxia au #epithet erased wuxia au

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crouton-knight · 2 years ago

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25!

25. hey - what are you working on right now?

Technically nothing because I'm on mobile and none of my documents are open, but here's all my WIPs right now anyway, including concepts that I haven't actually started on yet. Feel free to ask about them!

Note that most of this is extremely NSFW and also there's uhhh a Lot.

Original

Milk And Honey - The direct sequel to Knot A Problem; Marzi heads up to Glibberspring Caldera and takes on a quest to convince a honey slime to work with the spa.

Magical Yakuza Girl (working title) - A magical girl's mascot is being held hostage by an organized crime group; she has to balance school life, fighting monsters, territory battles with other magical girls, and the demands of her handlers.

Seto Taisho and the Kitchen War - A young boy gets trapped in a haunted house and drafted into an army of tsukumogami, headed by the titular General Seto. (Not started.)

A Rock And A Hard Place - More of Marzi's adventures; Marzi explores the deeper levels of Glibberspring Caldera and discovers a glittering underground city that really doesn't want him to leave. (Not started)

Lays Of Legend - After "A Rock And A Hard Place", Marzi finds himself back on the surface and headed towards a coastal town. There he meets a legendary party of adventurers, the Vulgar Vagabonds. (Not started but I have all the characters named.)

God Will Understand - Sister Netta, an exorcist with some decidedly unorthodox methods, is contacted by an ancient demon pleading for her help in purifying a mining settlement of his disturbed remains. (Not started.)

Naughty Little Helpers - Knoell, an occultist, challenges the existence and influence of several holiday spirits; some take up the bet.

Harem Counseling - Farmer Gerhardt (same one from Knot A Problem) opens up an inn and becomes the focus of various parties' affections, and all of these new faces are each others' exes. (Not started.)

Homestuck

Matches And Tar - Sollux/Karkat Steampunk AU; Sollux ditches an educational outing when he sees Karkat get in a fight and decides fooling around with this scrappy little bastard is more fun.

Decompression Sickness - Dirk/Dualscar/OC Space Trucker!Dualscar AU; Some cargo thaws out during a sketchy delivery, and Dualscar and Dirk find themselves face to face with a slightly deranged part of Dualscar's past.

Price of an Empire, or, A Mutant MechPilot Gets Fucked Up - Karkat/various Mecha AU, sort of; Alternian pilots are chemically conditioned to hyperfocus on combat and defeating the enemy, which has the unintentional side-effect dulling emotional and physical response to other situations: Karkat can't get aroused unless the danger is real.

Brother Lover ep. 2: I Can't Believe I'm Trying To Seduce My Elder Bro By Crossdressing! - Bro/Dave; A direct sequel to Brother Lover: My Elder Bro Is A Pervert Loser And I Might Be One Too!? where Dave decides yeah he was into that and he's going to order a cheap, shitty seifuku and some panties to try and get in Bro's pants again. (Not started)

I'll Set You Up Against The Stars (ch. 2) - Dave/Rose modern gods AU; Dave gets harassed by the goddess of Light and Rain. Current chapter: Dave wakes up from a coma.

Skaia City: Underground (ch. 4) - superhero AU; Karkat tries to be a superhero, with mixed results. Current chapter: Karkat gets a deeper look at Absinthe's methods and motives.

Starry Defender Zodiac Knight (ch. 1) - Magical girl hentai parody AU; Karkat is chosen to be the champion of the stars, which involves a skimpy outfit, going up like five cup sizes, and defeating various kink monsters with the power of ass. Current chapter: Sassacre Public College is attacked by a an interdimensional tentacle monster.

An Unfortunate Honor: Bearing, Duty, And Other Troubles (ch. 15) - breederstuck AU; The Maelstrom runs out of food and a number of trolls have to produce eggs and get some perks in exchange. Current chapter: Karkat gets jumped in the hallway but one of the perks of the job is someone actually rescues him.

On Monsters Fair And Fearsome (ch. 3) - Dualscar/Karkat fairytale/Beauty And The Beast AU; Karkat flees the burned remnants of his hometown and finds himself in a magical, haunted castle, stalked by a beastly prince. Current chapter: Karkat bargains his curse-breaking abilities for his life.

The Menagerie (ch. 9) - EquiKat and DaveKat vaguely Victorian AU I guess; Equius Zahhak, obsessed with the troll who saved his life several years prior, throws out all propriety to seduce Karkat, now a burlesque dancer working at The Menagerie. Current chapter: Equius tries to apologize for his presumptuous earlier encounter.

space cowboy disaster zone (ch. 9) - DaveJadeKat space western/scavengers AU; A ship crashes during an electrical storm? Not unusual. Karkat and company find a survivor in the wreck? Yeah, that complicates things. Current chapter: Dave and Karkat talk about how they each ended up where they are and what they plan to do next.

Stranger Stars and Suns (ch. 8) - Empirestuck!AU; the Dersite royals are settling into their first few days in the Prospitian capital as slaves. Current chapter: Rose has to take another lesson from Kanaya, and considers how much of herself she can bear to lose.

crucible (ch. 1) - some really dead dove torture porn; On the eve of a new Grand Highblood's anointing, the Mirthful Citadel extends an invitation to any trolls of conscription age who would otherwise be culled on Ascension Day: Entertain the juggalos, and if you survive the party, you walk free. What have you got to lose? (not started)

Danse Macabre (ch. 5) - Dave/Karkat modern gods AU; Dave finds a really weird BDSM club that nobody seems to think is out of place but him. Current chapter: Karkat feeds Dave more fruit, takes his jacket, and fucks him stupid.

Let Me Tell You About Humanity (ch. 13) - idk what to even call this; Karkat just learns he's a xenophile. Current chapter: The Striders fuck Karkat and Eridan at the same time.

raze the sky in engine fire (ch. 14) - Sollux/Karkat more nasty smutfic; Karkat gets thoroughly abused by a variety of people at his workplace. Current chapter: Karkat gets a new job, he and Sollux both get fucked and fucked over. (chapter not started)

we daren't go a-hunting (ch. 4) - Eridan/Feferi/Karkat fae AU; Feferi encounters a changeling being hunted by, presumably, his own kind, and gets herself involved in trying to help him out. Current chapter: Feferi tries to figure out how to open some dialogue between Karkat and Eridan. (chapter not started)

DragonFable

House Rules - Cysero/Warlic pre-canon; Some early incidents while Cysero and Warlic were still getting to know each other and how to live together.

Warp And Weft - Aegis/Vaal/Hero; Vaal attempts to train the hero as a chaosweaver aboard the Unity; Aegis shows the hero some fun applications of Soulsynch, with Vaal's help.

dancers in the garden - Notha/Remthalas pre-canon; Notha brings Remthalas as a date to a party, mostly as a distraction so she can go ham on the buffet table, but they mostly end up hanging out in the garden instead.

[untitled bad end fic] - Notha/Remthool; One of Notha's nightmares during Reawakening was... graphic. And a little prophetic.

Milkteeth - pre-canon; Notha loses a tooth as a child and learns about the tooth fairy. She proclaims it heresy.

And miles to go before I sleep - pre-canon; Mr. Nameless, before he was Mr. Nameless, was a child's guardian against nightmares.

Trust Fall - Notha/Remthalas pre-canon Corrupted Champion!Notha AU; Notha, Champion of the Avatars, hunts down the former Keeper of the Water Orb. The two end up trapped in Apsaydaaun for a week and have to rely on each other to survive.

Doppelganger - Envy|Aspar/Tomix; Set shortly after Lust gets banished and Tomix starts having his doubts. Aspar, unable to understand or express his feelings towards him, gets under Tomix's skin- literally.

[untitled sex tape fic] - Cysero/Warlic; Cysero convinces Warlic to dress up in some tarted-up Infernal regalia and "abdicate the throne" for his dick.

[untitled mushRem fic] - Notha/MushRem; Notha explores the remnants of the Northlands rift and encounters a fungal simulacrum of Remthalas. She cannot kill him in any way that matters.

[untitled phantom pregnancy fic] - Notha/Remthalas body horror; After the events of Butterfly Paradox, Rem starts showing signs of pregnancy; physically, it's just hormonal imbalance, and Notha reassures him of such. But in dreams...

The Late Night Adventurers' Guild - The Oldest Profession is alive and well on Lore. Some late night adventurers talk about their experiences and the tricks and tools of the trade. (Names changed or omitted for privacy, of course.)

[untitled jail smut fic] - Kara/Akanthus; Set around the time Kara is in Espina Rosa. Turns out Kara kept her secrets so well because she treated the whole situation as high-stakes bedroom roleplay.

[untitled pirate!Voyna fic] - Voyna Lives AU; Rather than rot in her cave now that she doesn't really have a reason to be there, Voyna signs up for a pirate crew.

It's Okay If It's You - Notha/Remthalas - These two have some severe control issues but come to an understanding of when and how to get their kinks fulfilled at the same time.

Devilfish (ch. 2) - pre-canon; Headcanon backstory for Remthalas. Current chapter: The abyssal elves of Ogenos are suffering a bizarre and terrifying sleeping plague.

As the rain comes home to the sea (ch. 4) - Notha/Remthalas, The Shape of Water-inspired AU; Notha Ly'Vhil joins a research team exploring an underwater city, and meets the last living remnant of its people. Current chapter: Notha checks out the city itself, and then tries to ask Remthalas about it.

let it be different (let it be enough) (ch. 2) - Tomix comes back to life in a Lore very different from when he first left it. Current chapter: The hero and Aegis bring Tomix to Falconreach.

Madoka Magica

Catch Up - Tales From Kazamuki; Midori Tachibana goes around town and reminisces about a dead friend.

Arrhythmia (ch. 3) - Madoka/Homura (sort of) vampire AU; Akemi Homura, a sickly transfer student, develops a crush and obsession centered on Kaname Madoka, a recently-turned vampire. Current chapter: Homura starts getting suspicious about Madoka's friendship with Sayaka.

#my writing #fanfic #original writing #fanfiction #original fiction #dragonfable #homestuck #madoka magica #my ocs #asks #mismagireve #writing asks

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ilovelotsofthings · 2 years ago

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So I am very slow working on my Everyone Lives WROEF au.

Very distracted by so many other things. Like other aus and fanfics I am attempting, back into other fandoms, and just plan procrastinating

However I love Gus and I want to talk about how my Explorer son had 4 kids in this Au

(Like canon wise and not that I rolled a die)

I have a fic where I have him mention wanting to be a vagabond. This fic existing a whole year before this au and me being attached means I am going to reason it

First off his first kid Roger was born when he was 18 before he graduated high school or went to college. So he was very present in his life. (Year was 1987)

His twin daughters Dove and Francine were born in 1991 before he graduated college in another state

(Roger is in Washington while the girls are in Oregon)

So far he isn't doing much exploring beyond going to another state for college

(He visited his son every holiday and birthday)

He just splits his time currently between his kids. Going back and forth from Washington and Oregon.

His kids do visit each other also. His Ex's trust him and are friends.

So it is like this until he earns enough money and work experience to be able to work from home while exploring the USA and Canada.

(Far from his dream of seeing the world)

He hit that goal in 1999. At age 30.

So he explores, calls, visits, and even takes them on adventures.

In 2012 at age 43 he had his son James. The mother didn't want the kid but also is pro life. So Gus got custody.

(At this point his other kids are grown adults. 25 & 21)

Gus decided to continue visiting places all over the country with James until he was 5.

To which Gus moved back to Washington and settled down with James.

His other kids love their little brother.

Over all Gus was a Okay dad 👍

Never gave up on his dream.

Seriously though I do think my Gus would be an okay dad that his kids do love but he had a plan that didn't include having kids

#wroef #wroef Everyone Lives au #au #headcanons #i think my post is just ok #also I am so bad at posting. i wrote this last week

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uy8hg · 7 years ago

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Bonus Bro

I got randomly inspired to write some more Vagabond’s Little brother, and I remembered some posts about Alfredo in this AU and then this happened. Enjoy!

My previous VLB story can be found here

AO3 here

Ryan loved his brother, he really did, but sometimes they just weren’t in synch. Like, for instance, when they had specifically agreed to meet up at the bookstore after their hour at the mall, but an hour and fifteen minutes later, Ryan gets a text saying Trevor was at the coffee shop. Honestly, his brother didn��t need any more coffee in the first place. That kid was thoroughly addicted, which probably wasn’t that healthy for him. Even so, Ryan sighed and wandered out of the book store to find his caffeinated younger brother.

It absolutely didn’t help that there were three thousand coffee shops in the mall. Ryan knew Trevor wasn’t picky about where he got his coffee, as long as he got it, so he walked the short way to the end of the mall, turned around, and with a big sigh began his search.

He swept his gaze from left to right and back, falling into the groove that was normally resumed for recon jobs. Always alert, watching everything at once, waiting for that one profile or that one jacket to give away his target. It made his whole search feel much more menacing than looking for his brother in the mall, but his life wasn’t normally this mundane.

Luckily, he didn’t have to search very long. A handful of shops in and he spotted the back of Trevor’s nicely styled hair. He was wearing a different hoodie than Ryan had remembered him in when they’d left, but he was also carrying a bag from the store he said he’d been heading to, so Ryan figured he’d just found what he was looking for.

His back was to Ryan, and his head was bent down to read his phone while waiting. “Trevor!” Ryan called out, hoping to get his brother’s attention. When Trevor didn’t react, he tried again. “Treycs!”

Still nothing. Annoyed, Ryan headed in closer and laid a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Trevor,” he tried again, but was taken aback when his brother turned to look at him.

This wasn’t his brother.

Ryan jerked his hand back like the imposter had burned it. The person looked equally shocked, blinking at him.

“Can I help you?” the stranger asked. As Ryan tried to compose his thoughts he took in the person in front of him. He really did look a lot like Trevor, with a similar hairstyle and color, with the same build and basically the same height. His skin was darker, not the same pale color Trevor’s could get when he didn’t leave the penthouse for a while.

“Sorry,” Ryan managed, trying to tap into his professional side to regain his composure. “I mistook you for my brother.”

“Is this Trevor the guy I keep hearing about?”

Ryan’s recently regained air of confidence shattered as he froze in place, every sense going in to high alert. Of course he’d know the name, he’d just said it not a minute ago, but what was this about hearing about his little brother.

“Pardon?” Ryan asked, and he had to fight to keep the Vagabond’s edge out of his voice.

The guy in front of him didn’t seem to notice. “I only moved here recently, but this isn’t the first time I’ve been mistaken for this ‘Trevor’ guy. Guess we must look a lot alike.” He chuckled then, and Ryan nervously laughed back. He was at a loss for words, at least ones that weren’t threatening any and all information out of this poor guy, when Trevor finally decided to make an appearance.

“Ryan!” he called out, and both men turned to find Trevor walking toward them, shopping bags hanging from his arm and coffee securely in hand. His brother extended a second cup to Ryan. “Got you some tea.”

Ryan took it, still unable to say anything, as Trevor looked over at the other man.

“Whoa,” he muttered. “You look familiar.”

“I could say the same thing,” the imposter said, glancing over at Ryan, who was watching the two over his cup as he took a sip of the warm beverage. With the two of them next to each other, they really looked like they could be twins.

The weird trance of the two of them sizing each other up was broken when the barista called out the imposter’s order. “Alfredo!” she called, and the three of them turned to look at the coffee waiting for him on the counter.

“That’s me,” he told the two brothers, cheerfully looking between the two. “It was nice to finally put a face to the name that wasn’t mine.”

He laughed again, while Ryan held back a smile and Trevor just looked at his brother with confusion.

Alfredo said goodbye once again before grabbing his coffee and heading off, leaving Ryan with his actual brother. “That was weird,” Trevor commented, taking a long swig of his drink.

“Very weird,” Ryan echoed with a sip of his own drink. The tea was good, just like he preferred it, which he knew was Trevor’s plan. It was probably an apology for messing up their meeting, or at least Ryan hoped it was. Even so, his anger at his bro had been replaced by confusion at the new person in town who looked extremely similar to his little brother. Sighing, he wrapped an arm around Trevor’s shoulders to turn him around. “Come on, let’s get back to base.”

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Alfredo checked his watch for the thirty-ninth time that evening, still waiting for something to happen. He’d picked this particular rooftop for a reason, but that didn’t make it any less boring than any other rooftop he’d spent an extended amount of time on before. This rooftop was the fourth best sniping spot for the particular building in front of him. He obviously couldn’t pick the first best, since it was where their sniper would be, and he didn’t take the second best as that’s where their backup sniper would be. He didn’t know if they had a third snipe in their crew, and if they’d even use them on a mission like this, so he used that as a buffer and picked the fourth best. Even so, every rooftop was number one for boredom.

He wasn’t even sure the heist would be tonight. His intel has told him tonight, but so far it hadn’t been entirely accurate. This was the fourth time he’d gone off of one of their leads, and still nothing. Once again, doubt crept across his mind about this job.

It wasn’t a great idea to be going after the Fake AH Crew in the first place. Everyone knew they ruled Los Santos, it was indisputable. Even Alfredo, who’d only moved here recently, and mostly for this job, knew about how terrifying they were. That made going after their boss even more dangerous. He’d heard the stories about the crew members, and knew he’d be on the receiving end of one of those once he killed their boss.

That is, if they figured out it was him. The only sliver of hope he had, if his job was successful, is that the crew wouldn’t know who’d done it. He was new here, he wouldn’t have any motive, and the people who’d hired him were so far down the pecking order that it was a small chance he’d be tracked down.

He checked for the fortieth (count it! Fortieth!) time, and let out another sigh. It was twenty minutes past when the crew was supposed to show up. He’d normally give it an hour just to be sure, but he’d already been up here for over an hour and it wasn’t exactly a warm summer evening in the middle of November. He wrapped his leather jacket tighter around himself, considering actually using the zipper as he watched his breath escape into the air with yet another sigh.

He was a great sniper, and he didn’t want to trade it away for being in the action, but he sure didn’t like the waiting around it required. He longed for the feel of holding the rifle in his hands, looking down the scope to line up the perfect shot, then blam! One press of the trigger and the target went down. Such a small moment with such a big lead up, but it made Alfredo’s heart soar every time it went smoothly.

Just as he was about to let out another sigh-watch check combo, he heard tires squealing down below. As he peeked over the end, he could see the Achieve-mobile pull up in front of the building, making quite the dramatic entrance for this late at night with no one around. Five figures piled out of the car and hurried inside. From his notes, Alfredo knew their main team was six, and that they often had people in other roles, so there was bound to be people unaccounted for. He didn’t like it, but that’s what it had to be.

As they dashed into the building, Alfredo did manage to see the head he was looking for. Zed, the current leader of the Fakes. He quickly got into position, letting his rifle lay easily in his arms as he maneuvered to find the best line of sight. It took him only a few seconds before he was ready, eyes down the scope as he waited for the group to reappear.

He didn’t have to wait too long. Only a few minutes later, the five came whooping out the front door, loudly yelling about their spoils and their orders. The last one to leave was Zed, and Alfredo felt a smile spread across his face as he lined up the shot.

His smile quickly fell when he got a proper look at Zed. All the photos had been blurry at best. He knew to recognize the striped vest, rolled up sleeves and fingerless gloves. Even the shades he always wore, even though it was the middle of the night. He watched Zed lower his shades to look over them at his crew and his breath left his lungs.

He was staring at himself. Or, at least, the guy he’d seen earlier that day at the coffee shop. The man on the other end of his scope was Trevor, and he felt his finger unconsciously move away from the trigger. The shot was still lined up, he could do it, Zed was moving slowly back to the car, but he found himself unable to shoot this guy who looked so much like him.

As he was still struggling, someone else made the choice for him. He felt a foot harshly hit him in the back, and he fell awkwardly to the side, off balance from his weird sniping position. His rifle slide out of his grasp and to the concrete of the roof. He was lucky it hadn’t fallen over the edge, but it was still not in the best position to grab again.

Even though he was out of it, his body knew how to pull the knife out of its sheath on his thigh. He brandished it up at his attacker, but his bravado quickly faltered as he looked up at the Vagabond. Of all the stories he’d heard, all the ones that involved the Vagabond were the most gruesome. This was all going downhill, very quickly.

Luckily for him, the Vagabond seemed almost as startled as Alfredo. He didn’t move as Alfredo maneuvered into a better position for defense. His close combat wasn’t the best, as he spent most of the time at extreme long range, but he could hold his own against normal opponents. He didn’t think the Vagabond would be a normal opponent, but he had to try. It was either that or a fate worse than death.

The dark skull mask showed no emotion, but the bright blue eyes behind them shone brightly as they stared at Alfredo. Alfredo looked at the other end of the roof, back behind the Vagabond where he knew the ladder was. He didn’t know how the Vagabond had gotten up here without Alfredo hearing, but he figured he wouldn’t be able to slip past and make a run for it. He’d have to fight, but he didn’t know why the Vagabond hadn’t made any more moves to stop him.

“Alfredo?”

It was so quiet he almost missed it even in the near silent night. Alfredo tensed, brandishing the knife even higher.

“How do you know my name?” he asked back, his voice calmer than he actually was. He watched the Vagabond blink a couple of times before a terrifying laugh started from behind the mask. His grip tightened on the knife as the Vagabond’s laugh grew. “What’s so funny?” he demanded.

This wasn’t normally how it went when someone from the crew he was targeting found him. Albeit, it didn’t happen often, but this is far from anything Alfredo could have guessed.

“You’re the new sniper targeting us?” the Vagabond questioned, his voice low even despite the laughter.

Somehow the laughter seemed to make it more insulting. “I might be,” he shot back. “How did you know?”

The Vagabond tried to wipe his eye, which was hard with the mask and the face paint around it, and it came away dark, which seemed to be even funnier to him. “We know everything that happens in this city. Still, we didn’t expect this.”

Alfredo didn’t know what ‘this’ was, but he was getting more and more offended each passing minute. “What do you want from me?” he asked, trying to steer the weird conversation in a different direction. If he knew, he might be able to weasel himself out of the situation with as little damage as he could. He didn’t want to give up on a job, but it was looking less and less promising that he’d be able to pull it off as he went.

“How much are they paying you for this?” the Vagabond asked, laughter dying off as his voice got even deeper with a serious tone. Alfredo didn’t know the number off the top of his head, especially because he wouldn’t get most of it until he did the job, but that didn’t seem to matter. “We,” the Vagabond hesitated, before correcting himself, “I have a proposition for you.”

Alfredo raised an eyebrow. He liked propositions where he didn’t die. He knew it’d be hard to trust an enemy crew member, especially one from this crew, but he was going to take what he could get. “I’m listening.”

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The crew was in high spirits as they clambered into the penthouse. Loud voices filled the large space as they all dispersed, starting their own celebrations or post-heist cooldowns. Matt poked his head out of the control room, grin wide at the crew’s return. Gavin and Michael wrestled their way into the kitchen, where Jack quickly followed to keep them in check with Lindsay right on her heels. Geoff headed toward the living room, and Trevor just sighed in the entryway. He managed a weird group of misfits, but he loved them all so much. He’d never imagined this growing up, but it was the best thing that probably could have happened to him.

Speaking of the best thing, Ryan wasn’t in the living room when Trevor finally made his way in. He turned to Matt. “Hey, is the sniper team or Ryan back yet?”

Matt shook his head. “Not yet.”

Jeremy and Steffie chose that exact moment to come crashing through the door, bringing only more noise to the already loud yelling match emanating from the kitchen. Trevor peeked down the hallway only to see Ryan wasn’t with them.

“Have you two seen Ryan?” he asked, to which they both shook their heads as they walked past. Trevor frowned. Ryan wasn’t one to be the last to the party. That is, unless he was right and there was someone out to get them. If Ryan had actually caught the guy, who the crew hadn’t even been sure about, he’d probably be out all night interrogating. Trevor had gotten used the Vagabond’s methods over time, and it was basically a group rule to let Ryan have a few words with a captive before consulting the rest of the team. Never enough to leave permanent damage, just enough to scare.

Trevor let out a sigh, resigning himself to a night of celebration without his brother. It’d only happened a couple of time since they’d been reunited, but he still felt the need to make up for lost time.

He flopped down next to Jeremy on the couch, where he and the other lads were already busting out the Mario Kart. He grabbed the last controller before Lindsay could, sticking a tongue out at her as she complained. He didn’t normally go out on missions himself, so he was going to celebrate the best he could tonight on the special occasion.

He was just pulling over the finish line in a solid sixth place when he heard the door open. The controller and game immediately forgotten, Trevor rushed to the entry hall. Ryan was standing in the half open door, looking back out into the hall. He turned around and flashed Trevor a giant smile, one almost comically big.

“Trevor!” he called. “I have the best news, and an even more devious idea.”

Trevor felt his eyebrows raise up. “Oh?” Ryan waved him to come over and closed the door behind him as he slipped back into the hallway. Too intrigued to think twice, Trevor followed him out.

He was not expecting to meet his twin in the hallway.

The guy from the coffee shop earlier was standing next to Ryan, shifting his weight from foot to foot nervously. He was wearing a jacket of the same design as Ryan, but with red and white, a much less menacing look yet he made it look good. His shock immediately turned to confusion.

“What is this?” he asked Ryan simply, taking in his brother’s evil grin once again.

“Well, I found the guy who was hunting us!” he exclaimed, gesturing to the other man, who was looking anywhere but the pair of brothers.

“So you brought him here? And you took off your mask?” Trevor hissed. He didn’t care what the guy looked like, an enemy was an enemy.

“No it’s fine!” Ryan assured. “We can buy him out! He’s not a threat anymore!”

Trevor narrowed his eyes as he looked between the two of them. “What makes you so sure? You aren’t one to trust quickly.”

“But look at him!” Ryan defended.

“Even if he does look like me, that doesn’t change anything,” he told Ryan firmly, waiting for the moment when that goofy smile left his face, but it seemed especially stubborn tonight. “He’s a threat.”

“A threat that can be easily turned into an amazing weapon,” Ryan shot back immediately. The two of them spent a moment having a staring contest, Trevor’s glare versus Ryan’s plea, while the fake Trevor looked like he wanted to be anywhere else. Trevor finally broke the contact with a sigh.

“What are you proposing?” he asked, and he watched as his brother lit up.

“He’s a sniper, and a good one from what we’ve heard. We could hire him, even on a trial membership. Think of all the things we could do!”

“And what makes you think he won’t just shoot us the head the first chance he gets?” Ryan didn’t immediately have a comeback for that, and the other guy shifted uncomfortably.

“The Vagabond make a very convincing argument on the way over,” he muttered, and Trevor turned his gaze on him. “I took this gig on a whim, but I’d love to actually have a steady job. I can help out in other areas, too.”

“We could do a trial,” Ryan put in again. “At least let me get one joke out of him.”

Trevor shifted his stare back over to his brother. “Joke?”

Ryan smirked. “I have a great idea for a prank. Please, just this one.”

It wasn’t normal for Ryan to be begging something of Trevor. Normally it was the other way around, and even that was rare. Watching Ryan give his best attempt at puppy dog eyes, Trevor could feel his resolve waver.

“What’s the idea for this prank?” he asked hesitantly, and Ryan’s grin spread even further.

He started laughing, a weird combination of his normal laugh and his murder laugh that was terrifying even without the mask. Trevor immediately regretted asking. Ryan gave one last loud chuckle, eyeing the two, before declaring, “Switch clothes.”

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“This is a terrible idea,” Alfredo said yet again, but the Vagabond wasn’t having it. Even though he’d taken off his mask and revealed himself as the brother from the mall, he wasn’t any less terrifying. His face paint was smudged, making his cheery smile look menacing.

Trevor didn’t seem to be enjoying this nearly as much as his brother, frowning as he pulled on Alfredo’s jacket. Alfredo had to admit, it looked good on him. He hoped it looked that cool on him too.

“I have to agree with him here, bro,” Trevor told the Vagabond, but he waved him off.

“If this works, it will be hilarious. If we can fool them, think of all the other people we can fool!”

“It’s not going to fool them!” Trevor and Alfredo said in unison, leading to the two of them sharing a startled look. Alfredo immediately back down, pulling Trevor’s sunglasses down over his eyes.

“Alright, what were you doing when I came back?” The Vagabond asked Trevor, looking between the two with a childlike grin on his face.

“Mario Kart. The race had just ended. They’re probably still playing, rotating around.”

“Perfect!” The Vagabond turned back to Alfredo, and he found himself taking a step back out of reflex. “Follow me in, and we can see how many races it takes for them to figure out you’re not Trevor!”

“This sounds far from perfect,” Alfredo mentioned, but the Vagabond shrugged him off. He grabbed the door handle and turned back to the two.

“Trevor, chill in the entryway. You can listen in, but don’t get seen! Oh, and Alfredo,” Alfredo jumped at the mention of his name, which he was sure he hadn’t mentioned since the barista had called it at the mall, “call me Ryan.”

With that, the Vaga- . . . Ryan opened the door and ushered the two in. Trevor slipped past him and leaned against the wall with a silent grumble, and Alfredo had no choice but to head in.

He could instantly hear the happy cries from further in, and Ryan led him in that direction. When he entered the living room, there was a small cheer of welcome. Alfredo paused, unsure, but Ryan shot him a smile and he realized it was now or never.

He stepped in to find a mess of people sprawled out on couches and chairs, with legs over each other and heads on shoulders. They looked happy and cozy, like a family more than a crew of criminals. No one shot him a second glance, too absorbed in watching the screen.

There was a sudden batch of yelling as everyone reacted to the game. The one he knew as Mogar from his reports suddenly jumped up with a loud victory dance. Alfredo couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the sight.

A girl with long red hair held a controller over the back of the couch, offering it to Ryan. “You wanna play a round?”

Ryan shook his head. “Nah. Give it to Trevor.” The girl shrugged and extended it toward Alfredo. He hesitantly took it and didn’t have a chance to think before the countdown for the next race was going. Suddenly he was playing, standing behind the couch next to Ryan, surrounded by a crew of people who would probably try to kill him the moment he made one wrong move. But for now, he could escape into the game.

He stayed silent as he played, quietly working his way farther and farther down in the ranks. The crew laughed and made jabs at him, but he didn’t dare say anything. He kept his focus on the game, even if every now and then he shot looks at the group and Ryan. Every time he looked at Ryan, though, the other would look over and give him a reassuring smile and an evil wink. He always had to stifle a chuckle as he would go back to the game, where he’d have inevitably dropped a place.

Alfredo was doing a good job at staying quiet and keeping up the charade as the match proceeded. That was, until he finished in laugh place, much to the humor of the rest of the group. “No!” he shouted impulsively, and the chuckles died off. He immediately froze as he realized their attention had all moved to him.

“You alright, Treyco?” the bald one asked. Alfredo glanced over at Ryan through the corner of his eye. The other man was looking at him with confusion on his face, which panicked Alfredo until he realized there was humor in his eyes. Alfredo swallowed and nodded. Yep, he could do this, totally.

“You’re being awfully quiet,” Mogar told him, eyes narrowed. “That’s not like you.”

“He’s tired,” Ryan defended. “He doesn’t get to go out much on jobs. Must have been thrilling.”

“C’mon Trevor, lighten up a little!” the guy on the couch in front of him commented, and it didn’t take long for Alfredo to recognize the Golden Boy’s shades resting on his head. He instinctively leaned back as the Golden Boy sat up and reached out at him, hands ready to probably tickle him or something. “C’mon Treyco!”

Alfredo jumped back as the Golden Boy lunged up, much quicker than he’d expected. He let out a yelp and felt the sunglasses slide off his nose. He caught them, thankfully, but he realized the crew could now see his face as he looked up.

From where he was, he could see Trevor down the hall, eyes wide and ready to head in at any moment. The rest of the crew looked absolutely confused, except for Ryan, who looked like he was about to double over in laughter.

“Vagabond, who’s this?” one of them asked, standing up from his chair. Alfredo instantly recognized him as Ramsey, the former head of the Fakes. Nice going, Alfredo, he thought. Now they’re going to kill you.

“It’s Trevor!” he exclaimed, but it was easy to tell he was lying when he couldn’t hold a straight face.

“What have you done with Trevor?” Ramsey growled as he started toward Alfredo. He yelped and stepped toward Ryan, as if the laughing mercenary would defend him. Ramsey had just about reached him when Trevor finally decided to make his appearance.

“It’s fine it’s fine it’s fine!” he called, coming up to grab the other man on the shoulder. Ramsey shook it off but Trevor forced him to turn around. “I’m fine,” Trevor insisted. Ramsey didn’t seem to like it, as he shot Alfredo another glare, but he didn’t make any more moves toward him.

“What’s going on?” the other woman asked, voicing what the whole crew was probably thinking.

“It was Ryan’s idea,” Trevor answered immediately, pinning the blame on the still laughing Vagabond. “This guy’s the guy who was trying to take one of us out, and Ryan wanted to have a little fun.”

“So he’s an enemy,” Ramsey said, turning on him again. Alfredo backed up again, running into Ryan, who secured him by grabbing his shoulders. It wasn’t the most reassuring of gestured, but Alfredo would rather be near him than Ramsey right now.

“Nah, we can work with him. He seems nice!” Ryan shot back.

“I don’t like it,” Ramsey answered immediately.

Ryan sighed. “But look at him! Actually look at him! I ran into him earlier and even I thought he was Trevor! We can use this! Plus he’s got skills!”

“Skills that he could use on us,” the woman piped up again.

“Or for us!” Ryan said again. “Come on, a trial membership!”

Ramsey turned back to Trevor. “You agreed to this?”

Trevor sighed. “Begrudgingly. Ryan wanted to see how long it took you all to realize.”

There was a moment of silence as the crew looked back and forth between Trevor and Alfredo. Even though Alfredo could feel himself get tenser the longer the quiet stretched out, he couldn’t help but notice the looks of intrigue that were starting to appear on the crew’s faces.

Ramsey gave him one last look before looking up at Ryan. “Trial membership. A job or two. I’m not promising anything more.

Ryan cheered, and even Trevor let out a little laugh. Some of the tension left Alfredo’s shoulders. He’d actually get a chance to work with the crew. They weren’t going to kill him where he stood. This might actually work.

He could feel a smile spread across his face as Trevor extended a hand to him. “Alright, guess you’re in for now. Welcome to the Fake AH Crew. Alfredo was it?”

“Alfredo,” he confirmed. The two smiled at each other, and when he turned he found smiles on the rest of the crew members, even Ramsey. If this worked, he might actually be able to become part of this little family. He realized then that he’d really like that. It’d been far too long since he’d had something stable, and he missed it.

“Can I adopt him?” Ryan asked randomly. “I could have two brothers! They’re practically twins already!”

“You can’t adopt him, Ryan,” Ramsey told him with joking strictness. He shot a smile over at Alfredo, who could help but laugh. “At least, not yet.”

The crew returned to their Mario Kart, Trevor now happily nestled at Ryan’s other side. Alfredo watched them all, much more relaxed than he had been earlier. Yeah, this could work.

#Uy8hg writing #FAHC #fahc fic #vagabond's little brother au #fanfic #totally didn't proofread this but whatever

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shadeofazmeinya · 7 years ago

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4. Who gave you that black eye? - Trevor and Ryan as brothers? Xx

(featuring them as younger cause why not. around teen years somewhere haha)

“What happened?! Who gave you that black eye?”

Trevor winces at Ryan’s raised voice, wrapping his arms around himself. He knew he should’ve expected someone in his family to find out. It’s not like you can hide a black eye forever. No matter how much Trevor wished he could. But he’s still glad at least it was Ryan. And not their mom.

“It was just some kids at school,” Trevor mumbles. “They were trying to fight my friend and I had to get him out of there. I swear I didn’t start it!”

Ryan sighs, gently lifting Trevor’s head to look over his eye. “Well, it looks like it’s just a bruise. Where else did you get hurt?”

“Just my face,” Trevor says. Ryan gives him a sharp look, not believing but Trevor still repeats himself. “I swear, only my face. One of them caught me off guard, got me in the face. But then I got my friend out and left.”

Ryan nods, letting go of his face. “Who was it?” he says firmly, looking ready for a fight himself.

Trevor shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter who. Just... Can you help me hide it before mom gets home?”

Ryan sighs and nods, letting it go for now. “Alright. I have some concealer left over from my last big bruise. It should be able to hide it up alright. Still, try to avoid her seeing.”

“Don’t worry, I will,” he mumbles.

Ryan gives him a weak smile, ruffling his hair, trying to get him to feel better and not look so miserable as he sure he did. “At least you stood up for your friend right? You did good. I’ll give you some more tips for the next time, so hopefully you won’t get a punch to the face.”

Trevor gives a small smile. “Yeah, thanks.”

drabble challenge

#vagabond's little brother au #dont know what else to tag haha #but this au is cute and i love it #got-them-fandoms

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aziraphales-library · 2 years ago

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Hi there!! I wondered if you know any fics where there’s only one bed? Preferably no anything E rated, just fluff :))). Also you guys are so amazing with all these fic recs, don’t know what I would do with you guys 🙏🙏.

Thanks again!!!

Hello! We have #there was only one bed and #sharing a bed tags, so check those out. Here are some non-explicit fics to add...

Inevitable Con by journeytogallifrey (G)

For the first time, Aziraphale attends Inevitable Con, a fan convention for his favorite show about an angel and demon teaming up to stop the apocalypse. He plans to sell his flavored cocoas and teas in peace. He hopes perhaps to make a friend. He doesn't even begin to dream of what truly awaits him: a chance meeting with a gorgeous demon cosplayer, a real-life Only One Bed situation, and a future greater than he's ever dared imagine before...

A vision of your happiness by strawberriesandtophats (G)

Crowley breathed in the fresh air and the scent of just-mowed grass, glad that the ground had not turned into molten lava and the sea had not risen alongside the Kraken. By now he should have been fighting angels. Instead he had been enjoying some cold coffee with ice and syrup in it from a nearby café.

The angel sat closer to Crowley than he had a week ago, even if it was just a little bit. After thousands of years, you noticed that sort of thing.

You can stay in my bed, if you like by AppleSeeds (T)

The morning after Aziraphale's birthday party, he wakes up in his roommate Crowley's bed, but can't remember how he got there.

Unmoved, Cold, and to Temptation Slow by Pearl09 (T)

Aziraphale is sent to a small town to help set up the church in the area. While there, he runs into Crowley, who stirs up more trouble than he thought he could. Now they have to weather out the cold night in an abandoned shack while the weather looks rather grim...

Just Around the Corner by accidentaldemon (M)

"I don't live far, if you, ya know, don't mind sharing a bed." He swallowed thickly. This was definitely not how he had planned his evening to pan out. “I’m Crowley, by the way. Well, Anthony Crowley technically, but I prefer Crowley.” “Aziraphale."

All Crowley wants to do is leave the party and go home to study. But then he meets a cute boy with absolutely angelic curls who's in desperate need of a bed for the night.

Snow Angel by Vagabond (T)

From a prompt: Human!AU: Aziraphale needs a date for family Christmas. He invites the office rebel/bad boy, Crowley.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #there was only one bed #bed sharing #fluff #mod d

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rubsjuice · 2 years ago

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The Mayor Rant

no need to say it twice my friend

This is my unadultered rant on the character of Wayward Vagabond, The Mayor, and how he was robbed by everyone who ever had creative control over him

Okay, so let me start with a simple "Who is WV". WV, the Mayor. He was a simple farmer in Skaia, he's seen the horrific consequences of monarchy and war and he thinks he and his friends could do a better job at organizing society. He has a very black and white (pun intended) way of thinking and he often punishes himself for silly thoughts. Remember when he calls himself stupid over and over and hits himself over the head for thinking of a silly thing to do?

Over the course of homestuck, he develops a set of traits that we can very easily consider PTSD after he sees Jack Noir slaughter countless brothers-in-arms without regard for shell color, shape or alignment; he has night terrors about it, and very specifically about becoming just the same if he ever puts the ring of whatever four-fold to transform into a powerful beast to hunt down Jack Noir for it. He's afraid of becoming just the same as the people he swore to destroy, and this is so. important. for his characterization. He's a kind, gentle, and stern leader who isn't afraid of gathering troops or guerilla fighting of course, but he shies away from mindless violence and death, and he'd rather not send troops to be slaughtered like they're nothing. This is the Mayor. A man with simple roots, a dream, and overwhelming trauma.

(ngl same)

So what did Hussie do with this incredible backstory and development, a couple thousand pages down the line? When WV was stuck in the meteor with a bunch of teenagers and confused out of his fucking mind?

He turned him into davekat's little pet

Like seriously the flaunderization of WV is something no other character experiences in the entirety of the webomic, how the fuck do you go from "revolutionary democratic leader" to "two teen's bug puppy"? Dave flat out talks to and about WV as if he was a pet, or at the very least a creature with less sapience than he does

Karkat sorta has a conversation with him? But it's mostly framed as a joke, so the narrative wasn't treating him seriously anyway

That's a really big problem, because if the narrative doesn't treat him like a person, the fans don't have any incentive to do so either. I've seen more fanart that treats him like he's an irrational animal than I've seen art treating him as the real complex character that he is. I've seen humanstuck AU fanfics that write him as davekat's old golden retriever. I can tell whether an artist treats WV seriously or not by looking at how they draw him (it's always something in the eyes). Paired with the fact that a lot of his "silly behaviors" are either symptoms of mental illness or externalizations of neurodivergence, it all gives me a very sour taste in my mouth.

After all that and Collide, WV gets his happy ending, building a town and community in Earth C

Or did he?

I present to you: the credits

In which is established the existence of a, and I quote "carapacian kingdom" in Earth C

Based on my exposé you probably figured out that WV would be at the very least be reticent about naming anything in the new world a "kingdom" even if post-canon implies it's not actually a kingdom, what matters here is the presentation; as someone who believes strongly in the representative democratic system, the way things are worded would be incredibly important to WV, so why would they think that's acceptable at all for him?

The credits showing Callie and Roxy as like the leaders also boiled my blood a little bit because of how chess racist roxy is i mean really those guys raised her from infancy and she thinks they're lesser than her, never bothered to learn their language and thinks they're helpless without her bringing them pumpkins like ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS

All that just left me with the unwishful thinking that Earth C was a paradise for trolls and humans but if you weren't one or the other you were treated with indifference because you were just "a silly salamander" or "a little chess guy"

And I know that the epilogues and Homestuck 2 explicitly made the credits not canon, but they follow the same baselines and the same attitude about the aliens that we can call "game constructs", so really how non-canon could it be

I was blissfully thinking about ways to explore that when the bonus updates dropped, and in one of them there's a long block of purple prose basically outlining the authors' perfect democratic system (which kind of really sucks if you know anything about politics besides twitter buzz words but that's besides the point) and attributing that "marvelous feat of democracy" to WV as if he would ever think separating representation by race was a good idea

He's been part of a race war before! he knows how things like that start!!

And in the end they even write some bullshit about WV thinking "ooooh maybe it won't work out i'm scared of it happening oooo" because deep down they know they're full of shit and they know this is a disservice to the character but they don't care about it enough to make something decent. He might be a simple farmer but he's not incompetent

Anyway, this doesn't really matter at all anymore because of intricate twitter drama i don't have time nor energy to type out, i'm just really really passionate about this guy

This was WV, he lived, he served cunt, died twice and was grossly mischaracterized in two completely different directions by anyone who had any creative liberty over him

#mafa talks #mafa talks a lot #homestuck #wv homestuck #the mayor

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cata-strophes · 2 years ago

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Fic Recommendations Because I Want To

Theme: superpowered society (or just like three people sometimes)

Please Make Sure To Read All Tags Thoroughly Before Reading, some fics are the fluffiest and some are a bit dark

disclaimer: most, if not all, are tommy-centric bc. i am an inniter

Number One Villain's Waffle House by Not_That_Dude (on-going)

Tommy is a villain called Borrower who can steal powers for a limited amount of time. This is his journey through becoming the number one villain, finding himself a family, defeating a brainwashing Egg, and overthrowing a corrupt Government for one of his acquaintances, while also running the adored Waffle House of the city at sixteen years old.

Not in that order.

But With Everybody Watching Us (Our Every Move) We Do Have Reputations by whoknowsidont (completed, only epilogue left)

The story of how Tommy became New York City's first and only superhero. All while trying to make amends with his broken family.

i will look at love as more than just an instrument of pain by Anonymous (on-going)

Or, The Syndicate took down the Heroes Association. Tommy's an ex-hero who has no idea what he's supposed to do now, especially without Dream's guidance. Help comes from unexpected people, namely ex-villain and retired leader of The Syndicate, The Angel of Death himself. And his annoying sons.

Technoblade's Entirely Average Babysitting Gig by opheliabloo (completed)

Techno takes on a sketchy babysitting gig to make some money. He’s not entirely sure they’re not trying to murder him.

The Oath of Hippocrates by Melatonin_High (on-going)

Superhero AU where Tommy is a doctor and Wilbur is the villain, Tragedy, who also happens to work at a bakery.

run, boy, run by 212rime (on-going)

Tommy--who went into hiding after becoming one of the most feared villains in L'Manberg--accidentally befriends the new big bad supervillains, except he doesn't know that.

A Friend of Villains (By Association) by unnamedmystery (on-going)

Where Jack Manifold is just a beginner vigilante named Rocket, who’s gradually growing in fame after a fight against a top hero went viral on the internet, and Jack’s little brother, Tommy, is painfully oblivious to his older brothers alter ego.

Oh! And not to mention that Tommy seems to befriend literally every villain in Essempi (in their civilian form) and the villains, for some odd reason, believe that means Jack is also their friend by association??

Listen, even Jack doesn’t know what’s going on...

Just Keep Talking by whoknowsidont (one-shot)

Tommy gets trapped underneath a collapsed building after a hero-villain fight gone wrong. It just so happens that the notorious villain 'Angel of Death' is trapped there with him.

(Or, Two guys talk about family, morality, and struggling to survive in a hero oriented world, as they wait to be saved from the rubble.)

TommyInnit's Services for Villains, Vigilantes and Various Other Vagabonds by I_Have_An_Alibi (on-going)

5 times Tommy dropped everything to help everyone else, and 1 time they dropped everything to help him.

Kings To You by Flustered (on-going)

In which the world class master thief Tommy Innit is given the ultimate challenge: steal a Technoblade.

It goes as bad as you’d think it would.

ok, i could keep going but i think ten is a good place to stop lol, otherwise this post would be extremely long

this list is themed because i really really like to read fics, and i want to do at least a few more lists to recommend my faves, for now i have started on a horror/cryptid/apocalyptic list and a modern/foster/found family list, might do a merpeople au one with all the fics ive been reading like that lol, might even do a superpowered society part 2 because there are still so many i love with this theme

idk, i just wanted to share them <:) i hope you guys dont mind it, and go spread the love to these writers and fics!!! they truly are amazing <3

#ive got brainrot from all of these fics i highly recommedn #fic recommendation #blab #fic rec #dsmp #dsmp fic rec #dsmp fic recommendation

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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 4 years ago

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VelvetCardiganBucky’s Recommendations 2021: Week 11 | March 7th – March 13th

Welcome to week 11 of my recommendations, if you would like to be featured on a future list, I follow the hashtag #VelvetCardiganBucky, message me, tag me in your future works, or reblog this post and link to your story, one-shot, Masterlist, writing challenge, etc.

Be aware some if not most stories and writers on this list are meant to be consumed by an audience of those 18+. My blog is also an 18+ blog.

✨Page breaks are made @firefly-graphics✨

🗓Weeks 12 & 13 may be combined into one list as my best friend is coming to visit and spend a week with me in the city at my Aunt’s.

«Last Week

Weeks 12 & 13»

My Masterlist

My Fic Rec List of Mafia/Mob Bucky/Sebastian & Steve/Chris/Andy

Stuff I Posted This Week:

Run To You a Bucky Barnes Mafia!AU Playlist » Mafia Boss!Bucky hires the Reader to be his Bodyguard. Based off the story Run To You by @bestofbucky

Maybe 107 Isn’t So Bad » Bucky Barnes x Reader — It’s Bucky’s birthday and the gangs all here to throw him a party but the thing is he’s just not that into it. That is till the reader gives him his birthday gift.

WandaVision a Playlist » Vision had taught her that grief was love preserving, and in turn she taught him she created him with her sadness & hope & love.

Charles Blackwood

One-Shots:

cattivo fino all'osso. by @nsfwsebbie » Dark!Step Dad!Charles Blackwood x Innocent!Step Daughter!Reader — He’s bad to the bone, sick as a dog. But he knows that you like him a lot. | I don’t have much to say about this but the smut in this just left me speechless.

Lee Bodecker

(Mini) Series:

When I’m Down On My Knees, You’re How I Pray by @sweeterthanthis » Lee Bodecker x Reader — Lee wasn’t your type. Married men were not your type. Yet something about that asshole made your knees weak, and your pussy flutter. | I have a weakness for harsh Lee, and Lau made it happen with this. The smut in this, is just perfect and part two is on the way.

Bucky Barnes

One-Shots:

Love Is Like A Warm Cookie by @rhubarb-barnes » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Reader take a few slips but with Bucky and some warm freshly baked cookies, you know it will all be okay. | It’s so fluffy and it leaves you craving some cookies.

Leather Jacket by @mymoonagedaydream » Biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your genius business idea seemed to have attracted the wrong sort of people to your brother’s bar- at first. | Somewhat fluffy and a dash a smut, I loved it!

Untitled Biker!Bucky Birthday by @angrythingstarlight » Biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your biker neighbor invites you over for his birthday party. Just you and him. | I will gladly celebrate Biker!Bucky’s birthday this way any day.

(Mini) Series:

To Have & To Hold by @slyyywriting » Bucky Barnes x Mob Boss!Reader — Bucky is trying his best to provide and care for his daughter who just entered first grade. Everything was alright until she asks why everyone else seems to have a mom except for her. You’re just a plain mob boss who wants to turn a new leaf. Challenges arise when the world refuses to let you take a softer, non-violent route. A little girl helps you navigate a compromise. | This story was adorable, it has a little bit of everything including fluff, angst, & just a dash of smut.

Crossfire by @cherienymphe » dark!biker!Bucky x Reader & dark!Steve Rogers x Reader — You and your new husband Steve move back to his hometown. It is here that his past catches up with him, and you both pay the price. | I would simply describe this story as purely perfection, angsty, dark, and smutty.

*Cobra Snake Necktie by @moteldwelling » biker!bucky x nurse!reader — bucky barnes is a magnet for danger, bad karma, and pretty woman. a motorcycle crash lands him in reader’s ER, and it looks like he might have just found himself a new game of high-stakes chase. only question is, who really is the blue eyed vagabond, and what could he possibly be hiding? | this story has a little bit of everything you could want in a story; angst, fluff, smut and action. It’s honestly perfect and it pulled on my heartstrings quite a bit as I read it but I would read it again, and again.

Run To You 🪙 Part 9 by @bestofbucky » Mob Boss!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Mob boss Bucky Barnes hires you to be his bodyguard. | Jenny continues so blow our minds with the emotions she brings through the reader as the story continues. If you haven’t read this story, I highly recommend reading this while keeping tissues by your side or just a glass of water and a snack. Thank me later.

Stucky

One-Shots:

Paper Skin by @river-soul » Dark Alpha!Stucky x Omega!Reader — Happy with your behind-the-scenes job as an analyst for SHIELD, you’re surprised when Maria Hill asks for your help with an undercover sting operation involving Steve and Bucky. You learn too late the group you’re trying to steal information from isn’t the only danger. [A/B/O dynamics, noncon and explicit sexual content, 18+] | I spent majority of this wanting to beat the boys off with a wooden stick but they are possessive of her in a hot sort of way. By the end honestly you are left thinking the temperature in the room has gone up a few degrees.

Steve Rogers

One-Shots:

So Listen, I Need a Favor by @mashep23 » Steve Rogers x Reader (Past Brock Rumlow x Reader mentioned) — College!AU. In an impulsive attempt to avoid your ex-boyfriend, you enlist the help of a handsome innocent bystander. | This is so fluffy and cute, it made me wish I had Steve to hide and protect me from my ex-boyfriend.

*Somnus by @sweeterthanthis » Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader — On the rare occasion that you have him in your bed, you savor every last minute. Even while he sleeps. | It’s going to have to be the connection between the reader and Steve does it for me in this one. That leaves me breathless, along with how Lau ended it. It’s just perfect.

(Mini) Series:

Balls Deep by @ozarkthedog » Steve Rogers x Reader • Part 1: Daydreaming • Part 2: Learning Curve — Steve confronts you about “The Marble". | Poor reader, will never be able to live this down I feel, but it’s a laughable situation that I thoroughly enjoyed. The smut was so good!

It’s been a long, long time ☕️ Prologue by @mostly-marvel-musings » Steve Rogers x Peggy, Steve Rogers x Reader (eventually) — Steve Rogers – a man who has lost too much finds himself blending into the crowd in attempts to forget his past but revisits familiar places and spends days sketching his heart out. A rainy evening leads him to take shelter in your coffee shop. Is having meaningful conversations over endless cups of coffee with a stranger the key to unlocking a heart that’s lost the will to love? | This has only just started and the prologue has hit me and the feels. I can honestly say I’m so excited for this mini-series. Thank you hun for entering my writing challenge and writing this for it!

Dark Commander 🖤 Part 8 🖤 Part 9 🖤 Part 10 » by @jtargaryen18 » Hydra Supreme aka Commander Steve Rogers x Civilian Reader — Immediately following the Battle of New York in May 2012, the world is about to learn that Hydra is very much alive, a parasite that’s infiltrated both SHIELD and the US Govt. The world is about to meet the Hydra Supreme… Will the Avengers be able to stop Hydra before it’s too late? Will they be able to stop its Dark Commander? | @jtargaryen18 version of Hydra!Steve continues to give me chills and I love it so much. I loved catching up and looking forward to seeing what happens to the reader next.

Andy Barber

Drabbles:

Ten Minute Recess by @whisperlullaby » Andy Barber x Reader — You are a court room reporter and you cannot stop fanticizing about Andy. | Short and Smutty, just like you need it sometimes.

Ari Levinson

(Mini) Series:

Possessiveness by @stargazingfangirl18 » Ari Levinson x Female!Reader — You didn’t even want a new client, let alone this new client, but he wants you. He wants you bad. | This is a long one but such a good one. Let me just say that Ari Levinson can get possessive like this of me any day, to an extent. Read the Sequel Parley.

Clark Kent

One-Shots:

His Sun, Your World by @angrythingstarlight » dark!Clark Kent x Reader — An unexpected opportunity to escape the man of steel goes awry. | Sometimes you read something that gives you chills, and this is that something.

Misc.

One-Shots:

Double Fun!!! by @thegetawaywriter » Steve Rogers x Female Reader x Andy Barber — If you had the chance to have a threesome with your boyfriends friend wouldn’t you, especially Andy Barber? | Have a bucket of ice cold water on standby when you finish this, because this one is coming in hot!

A Different Kind of Love by @river-soul » Alpha!Andy x Omega!Reader x Beta!Jake — Happily bonded to your Beta Jake Jensen, you both realize you’re missing the security and love that only an Alpha can bring. When Jake meets Andy Barber he knows he’s found just what you both need, now he just needs to convince you. [A/B/O dynamics, explicit sex (m and f receiving) and use of handcuffs, 18+] | A pair you never knew you needed that once you have it you love it! This is so hot you are going to need a cool after reading, trust me.

(Mini) Series:

Parley sequels to To Have & To Hold & Possessiveness by @stargazingfangirl18 » Andy Barber x Fem!Reader; Ari Levinson x (Different) Fem!Reader — Andy and Ari meet to discuss business and enjoy the progression of their respective relationships in between. | Let me just say the interaction between the all Chris characters (there’s a surprise Chris in this) is just great and I’m hoping for an interaction between the readers, where they just compliment each other, completely oblivious that they look alike. I would for sure read it again and I probably am going to.

Two’s A Company by @navybrat817 » Bucky Barnes x Reader x Chris Beck — It’s selfish to want both Bucky and Beck…or is it? | Don’t mind me as I smile like an idiot in the corner hoping for a porn filled sequel to this lovely one-shot.

Fiery Friends 🔥 Part 2 by @wanderinglunarnights » Johnny Storm x OFC!Sophia Jones — Johnny invites his best friend Sophia to stay with him in his penthouse during quarantine | Sometimes you just need to read a quarantine story, and even though this is just starting, I have a feeling this is going to be a good one.

*When originally posted I didn’t have @stargazingfangirl18 account linked with her stories. I don’t know how that happened but, I caught it within the hour of posting.*

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