#wwtd au

[thezombieprostitute]

Ok. So I love the garbage man AU. Teach was such a wonderful character to meet and she so deserved her happy ending🥰. And as someone who’s had very similar situations to her with Ransom I totally applaude her for standing her ground. Next time someone pulls off shit like that I’ll remember WWTD ( What would teach do ).

The hummingbird story is also a real favourite. Museum/Art gallery dates are the absolute best so getting them with Steve. My poor heart 😍

And now the Nick one is so sweet. The way he is kind to her ( and I fully second him going to her sister’s door, knock and very impolitely beat the shit out of them. Like falling in love with your sister’s ex is one thing, hiding it from her and even get married behind her back is a whole new thing). As someone who has a major weak spot for Clark Kent ( let’s be real, it’s Henry Cavill, but I digress) I thought it was interesting for him to show up. Also making him part of the other side is interesting and I already started to imagine how Nick gets to save her later on.

But I also have another “problem”.

While being out on a walk with my floof my mind kinda went bonkers and now I a sitting here writing/editing a piece from the other side. Where someone who’s working for the man of steel and has a weak spot for him, forced to watch how he flirts with someone else. But now I wondered if that’s even ok/acceptable. My first instinct was that with credit and links to the original work it would be ok, but now as I sit here thinking that publishing would be a shitty move and intrusice ( is that the right word in the context?). But on the other hand I think it would be dishonest to rework it and not give credit that the idea was spawned from reading this.

So I thought I should ask what your take is. It is your work after all and I would totally get it if you’d prefer for other people not infringe that way. Then I’ll finish the story and cherish it just for myself because I can tell you that much. I am glad I got to read your work, not just because it spawned this lovely idea I’ll get to indulge in but also because I found someone who tells the kinds of stories I am really enjoying with readers I’m rooting for.

Sorry that this got so long. I hope you are having a nice day/evening/night and may the muses smile upon you

Holy wah, this is...I...um...thank you. I never expected my stories to inspire more stories. I'm very much okay with you posting your own stories, so long as you link to the original story.

[disneyprincessunattainabelle]

Is WWTD (what would Tesla do) a fanfic??? Or just a vague au??? Where do I read it??? It looks super interesting help???

[fordanoia]

Interesting. Scampfires have the ability to see spirits.

___

@whatwouldteslado had an instance where Ford nearly died in an explosion. I’d like to imagine that if he were to come back as a ghost that he wouldn’t be entirely alone.

[stumbling-to-sea]

kids AU

This is all @ohpineapples​ fault, with her roomboom kids! While i got an AU where Lana and Ace meet early while Ace was still alive, even that AU doesn’t end ... happily, but the ”what kids would they have, in the extremely unlikely case that would happen?“ won’t leave me alone now, so i have to get this out of my system:

In the unlikely universe where Lana heads for the Grand Line early and the War of the Best was survived, kids would still be not on the table — Ace refuses to pass on his blood and Lana has no time for kids, going from one mission to the next; the revolution never sleeps and neither does cypher pol

But one day Koala looks at her, frowns, and asks if she‘s gotten a little … uh, chubbier? and after another month of relentless nagging, Lana eventually goes to one of the medics and this is how she finds out she‘s pregnant

Ace is terrified and panicking and fussing, and unfortunately he contaminates everyone including the ghosts hanging around –  they try to carry her everywhere and refuse to leave her side and it‘s all just bloody inconvenient

What are we going to do, Ace whispers, his head on her chest and cradling her belly and thinking of his mother, and what if you—

The brat will have some of the most powerful people of the world as uncles, Lana growls, fed up, and I went six months without knowing ‘bout this, I’ll manage the rest, you are being dramatic.

The last month is miserable and the labour even more so, and Lana tells Ace flatly that she‘s not ever doing this again, fuck you kindly

Her daughter announces herself by splitting everyone’s eardrums

She‘s so ugly, Lana notes, amazed, and Ace nods, not listening and staring at the red wrinkly thing because it‘s the most beautiful thing he‘s ever seen

Lana refuses to name any of her kids after other people, at least with their first names, because they will not be burdened by any ghosts

Ace replies, you‘re just going to call them some ridiculous nickname anyway

Sure enough the portgas-leafless spawn with her muddy green eyes, a shock of wild blonde-ish curls and skin two shades darker than her father‘s, reacts to the call of “Dandelion“, short Lio or Lion, instead of whatever she‘s named

Ace would be extremely protective, like borderline paranoid about Lion‘s safety. Everyone who comes within ten feet of her is double screened and babyproofed, and the worst thing is that he considers himself the biggest danger — not only bc of his heritage, but ohdeargodimfirewhatifiburnher

Lana didn‘t think he could get worse than the time she was pregnant, but she spoke too soon

Whenever late Whitebeards are around they tease mercilessly, and she can‘t get Thatch to leave (free baby-monitoring aside, it‘s not worth the incessant jabbering and jokes about poop)

Seriously, she‘s not ever doing this again

But when Lion is barely two years old, Lana sits up in the middle of the night and just says, shit. I think i‘ve gotten fat again. Ace cries and says, how can one of the chief informants of the revolutionary army be such an idiot in the fondest but also exhasperated way possible

Little Copper‘s hair is black with a reddish tint and less curly than her sister’s, grey-brown eyes taking the world in as if she‘s already disappointed by what it offers her

where Lion will flutter her eyes prettily at people to get what she wants, Copper stares them into oblivion with an underlying threat of or else

Ace is, so good with kids, though. Which is great, because even though Lana loves her girls, people don‘t stop dying and ghosts don‘t stop knocking down her door, and the revolution doesn‘t sleep, and someone has to keep cipher pol off their tail

Copper and Lion spent their first years ship- and island-hopping with their dad (because the revolution isn‘t a place for children and there isn‘t a crew big and calm enough to hide among, with the Whitebeards gone). 

They don‘t blink at logic-defying weather patterns, wacky powers or displays of raw strength, because both of them could punch through concrete when they turned four, their dad‘s literally fire and their mother talks to ghosts and sometimes has dead people inside her, and don‘t get them started on their vast networks of “aunties“ and “uncles“ (both alive and dead)

The two knock on doorways when they enter and greet the air respectfully in case there‘s any spirits lingering, and know every way to put a fire out, and plenty ways to start one

Ace would eventually resign himself to semi-settling on an island under Luffy‘s protection, constantly catered to by one of the crews of his little brother‘s grand fleet

Somehow, on the way, Ace can’t help adopting strays — the small girl with samurai-ambitions and a once-empty stomach is just the start. He ends up the go-to-babysitter of the Grand Line; pirates and Revolutionaries alike drop off their kids with him when things get to hot for children around

He takes the kids on wild adventuring trips where he makes sure he is the scariest thing around, which considering,,, naturally means the trips are only mostly life-threatening

Lana visits as often as she can, and learns how to tell ghost stories to a rapt audience of lots of eager little faces. Everyone knows you can‘t play pranks on Mam Lana, she‘ll know. But she‘s also the safest place, because if there were any danger, she‘d know

Every couple of years, they‘d sit their kids down and tell them they can be anything they want to be. Lana never sugarcoats the problems people might have with their origins and their parents, but if they eventually want to start with a new identity they will make it possible, because choices have always been important to both of them

their kids have the D. but being descended from a Leafless means you don‘t put much stock in names

They didn‘t want their children to carry other‘s legacies, but their grandpa was the Pirate King, their mother and uncle are toppling the world government, their other uncle is going to be Pirate King and — what is cooler than that? Also Grandparents Leafless send the best tasting fruity sweets.

(Lion gets told that she looks like her paternal grandma, and Copper is kind of envious)

Everyone thinks Lion with her cat-eyes hides trouble behind her innocent freckled smile, but she’s really just a sweetheart while it‘s unimpressed Copper you have to watch out for, who takes everything as a personal challenge and chases after the next thrill

(If the revolution is still going when they grow up, Copper might go and join the Marines for the heck of it, Lion is good with boring details so she does the next best thing and goes into investigative journalism; each one‘s of the opinion that they work harder than the other to keep sis out of trouble)

(Copper and Lion has a nice ring to it, but so does Bronze and Lynx)

One lights her Dao on fire in a fight and the other has everyone wrapped around her little finger before she shoves them up their noses

Ace still occasionally gets terrified by the sheer responsibility but he‘s got a big family and somehow, the protection of every notable crew around because they like their babysitter hale and whole

Life is okay and well, as calm as can be, for a stay-at-home-pirate and ghost hunter who the world government would both rather see dead, with two fierce little girls of their own and a bunch of other teens who think monsters are normal, thank you very much

Until like six years after Copper is born and before dawn, Lana sits up in bed, saying, shit, Firefly. and. Ace buries his head beneath his pillow, moaning in despair

(but Page stumbles after his big sisters with black curls, chubby legs and much enthusiasm, and he‘s never alone or without laps to take naps on, and later on he will always have his freckled nose buried in a book)

(Little red-haired Tooth, two years later, will not stop trying to eat anything in reach. Her first instinct will always be to taste, which is quite problematic considering she expands on the knack for engineering she got from her father and metal has no place in your body – she‘ll probably end up eating a devil fruit)

(TL,DR; basically Ace will always want and deserve a big family, and Lana just. goes along with it, and they are one more reason to get involved in world affairs)

[zaxal]

it’s a very important question. perhaps ford should’ve asked it back.

[baejax-the-great]

Face to Face by @juliafied. Thanatos x Zagreus (Hades game, M). While swiping through a dating app, Thanatos finds Zagreus, his old friend who he lost touch with years ago. I have seen a sneak peak of the second chapter and it is delicious. These two bring out the pettiest, thirstiest sides of each other.

High-Flying Birds by @johaeryslavellan. Patroclus x Achilles (TSOA, E). This fic is so lush with imagery you can touch and smell and taste. It is so lovingly written. It will break your heart.

When Death Incarnate got banished to France by Marro. Thanatos x Zagreus (Hades game, G). Thanatos is banished from the Underworld, and now lives in modern day France with a kitten, half-heartedly learning how mortals live. A complete delight. Watered my crops, cured my migraine.

WWTD (What Would Thanatos Do) by @ineffable-kelpie. Thanatos x Zagreus (Hades game, G). Thanatos and Zagreus are very drunk and very sweet.

regreso el amor by artifice. Achilles x Patroclus (90s AU, M). Achilles and Patroclus are musicians. They are best friends. They are roommates. It's not enough, and it hurts. I honestly love being punched in the gut like this.

[anistarrose]

Ghost of a Memory (GF WWTD AU)

(Very short, spur of the moment fic in the AU of @whatwouldteslado where Ford didn’t survive the explosion, and Stan and Fidds defeated Bill by erasing Stan’s mind. Obvious warnings for major character (un)death and general suffering.)

The ghost starts as just a feeling, just a chill running down his spine or a dream he can’t remember. Just a sudden loneliness, a sudden urge to crawl into one of the most hidden corners of the house and cry for no reason at all. He doesn’t realize it’s a ghost yet — he thinks (hopes?) it’s all just in his mind, his incredibly broken and amnesiac mind.

He remembers some things, like Fiddleford’s last name — McGucket, and the nickname of the little walking campfire that he sees wandering around sometimes — Scampy or Scampers, and the town he’s in — Gravity Falls. But all other memories stay confined to either vague feelings, or nightmares that are instantly forgotten upon awakening, and Fiddleford seems reluctant to help him remember anything beyond the most basic details of who he is (who he once was?)

He’s not sure if he wants to remember.

***

The ghost turns into a shadow. It follows him every day, and at times it seems almost normal, almost like it’s just a part of him, but every once in a while, he notices it fail to mimic his movements. For some odd reason, it likes to hold its hands behind its back.

When he does get a look at its hands, he wonders if the whole memory loss thing also made him forget how to count to five, because every time he tries to count the shadow’s fingers, he spots one too many.

***

The ghost grows into a reflection. He’ll look in the mirror and see stubble where he knows he shaved that morning, a trench coat where he wears a hoodie, black-rimmed glasses where his face is bare. It’ll open its mouth to speak sometimes, but no sound will come out.

Sometimes he’ll even try to speak back to it, but the same thing will happen.

***

He doesn’t mention the ghost to Fiddleford.

[prettyboiiharringrove]

Harringrove AU // Steve && Billy watch Queer Eye

i try and make one headcanon and then this shit happens 

I HAVE NO SELF CONTROL

So for the sake of this it’s a modern au because I want like early twenties billy and steve

Okay but we need to talk about like queer eye is a seriously emotional show, and when it comes to being a queer person watching the show like it fucking hits you hard no matter the circumstances

So imagine being billy. Constantly thrown around, beat, spit on by his own fucking father just because he happened to be attracted to men. 

Growing up and not being allowed to show your feelings, so being a robot with the idea of fucking respect hammered into your head and then only knowing how to get your emotions out through fucking explosive outbursts

And then fast forward to meeting steve and them reconciling and getting the fuck out of Hawkins

And they’re in their own little crappy apartment in cali but billy and steve fucking love it, it’s tiny and they’ve got weird neighbors and you’ve got to call the maintenance guy like six times before he even answers but it’s theirs and no one is going to take it away from them

And billy is happy with steve, happy to hold his hand and call him his boyfriend, but the whole like pride thing is hard for him because what does he have to be proud of? Like sure he’s gay and maybe that’s not horrible but neil fucking Hargrove is still sitting in the back of his head so like he’s trying but he’s not all ‘rainbow happy’ (billy’s words) like steve is

It’s like three years before he can even get billy to go to anything gay pride related but billy does and he loves it because for the first time he feels completely safe in a room. He’d only ever felt that with steve

But billy still lives in his head most days, “it’s fine that we’re gay but can we not show it off”

Most of the time anything queer related that comes up he watches to humor steve because he figures it means something to steve, so they go through the fucking gay section on Netflix, and he lets him put a fucking rainbow bumper sticker on the car but some days billy still doesn’t know how to face being a big old homo and the only reason he’s okay with it is because he could never see anything wrong with loving steve. One look at steve and he’s at peace, because it’s legit impossible not to fall in love with steve Harrington, fucking asshole

So he plops down in the couch, his hair wrapped up in a towel, another towel on his waist, and he ignores steve groaning when he sits on the couch and gets it all wet, ignores steve bitching over billy stealing his nachos and says “what’re we watching?”

And steve says queer eye and billy just rolls his eyes and grumbles. And steve pauses it and is just like “the fuck is your problem?” and billy is like “I get it stevie, like we’re here we’re fucking queer, can we fucking move on?” and in the past steve would have started a fight because billy is being an asshole but over the years he’s learned that billy is just being a shit because it’s one of those fucking days, so instead steve scoots closer to him, shoves more nacho’s in his boyfriend’s mouth and says “just give it a chance asshole”

And let me tell you what starts out as billy making comments about how hot they are progresses into “fuck off harrington, you couldn’t be tan if you tried, you’re a total bobby. Jesus fucking Christ, accept it, this is like golden girls all over again!” “fuck off I’m blanche and you know it!” “you are rose, you fucking dumbass”

and then billy is constantly crying and steve only points it out three times, he knows because his shoulder is bruised in three different places, before he learns to just shut the fuck up and play the next episode

“baby why are you crying?” “I’m not, fuck off Harrington” “you just watched karamo propose, didn’t you?” “…no?”

speaking of karamo, they start buying so many bomber jackets, like they start to outnumber the amount of denim billy has in the closet it’s become that much of a thing

“steve if you put another facemask on me I swear to god I’m not fucking you for a year” “you know that music video they did?” “how the fuck is that relevant?” “well you haven’t seen it right? I figured we could watch it” “okay and?” “Antoni wears a crop top in it. I’ll be getting dick in like twenty minutes” “just give me the fucking face mask”

“I just got called ‘the avocado guy’s boyfriend’ trying to buy lube. You need to stop” “name one antoni inspired snack I have made that you didn’t like and I’ll stop” “I hate you” “That’s what I thought”

Steve rearranges the furniture constantly. They’ve had new curtains at least three times in the last month. “We can’t afford all this shit you keep getting, pick a design and stick to it” “calm down I know a guy” “jesus Christ Harrington, people say that about their drug dealer, not some guy who gives you fake plants and crystal paperweights” “You said I’m bobby, so let me be bobby”

“you said you wanted more shampoo right? what kind?...no steve they don’t have that kind...yes i fucking know, no sulfates...stop bringing jvn into this i knew no sulfates before that...yes i did...pretty boy we got tied for best hair in our high school yearbook, i’m surprised you didn’t know the no sulfates rule...no, you’re full of shit...oh fuck you and you’re fancy hair, wash it with dish soap for all i care...i am not apologizing!!...fuck you steve...yeah i love you too...OH MY GOD YES, NO SULFATES GOODBYE STEVE”

okay take us to season two coming out alright, and they promised each other they wouldn’t watch it without the other but billy is an impatient child and he was totally gonna play the “you watched the first couple episodes without me, we’ll just rewatch them calm down babe” card, flutter his fucking eyelashes

but then steve comes home to billy with his knees pulled to his chest crying, with the show paused on lil antoni’s face (my angel watching my angel) and he’s going to make a comment about billy being a little shit but then he realizes this is big

like this is billy is shaking and crying so hard he can’t breathe big so he sits down next to him, freaking manhandles billy into his lap and just tries to calm him down and when billy starts breathing normal steve is like “baby what happened, talk to me?”

billy has been having a bad week, max called him bitching about some crappy thing neil said not realizing how much it would fuck with billy’s head, that was Tuesday, it’s Friday, and steve knows that he still doesn’t feel better. He knew that billy crying was somehow connected to that too but he wasn’t sure what he’d missed.

“it’s stupid” is all billy says before hiding his face in steve’s chest again and honestly steve’s wasn’t surprised because billy gets like that and it sucks but he deals with it. 

He rewinds the show just a little, hoping that maybe that could help put some pieces together because what else is he supposed to do when he’s got a lap full of distressed billy Hargrove and Netflix as his only clue?

[Antoni] she thought her faith told her to judge somebody who’s gay. But she chose to see past that, and she saw the individual. She saw the person that her son is and she changed her mind. She says that it was a religious experience, but she made that choice. Not all parents do that.

Steve froze. fuck. his poor baby

She saw the person that her son is and she changed her mind.

Not all parents do that.

Their parents didn’t do that. Neil Hargrove didn’t do that. He let his hate determine his relationship with his son rather than let his son affect how he looked at the world. 

Neil didn’t love Billy and seeing a mother that put away her prejudice to love her son could be comforting, or it could make the sting of things like Neil hurt even more.

“aw baby” “told you, it’s stupid” “honey it’s not stupid, that’s not stupid at all”

Billy and Steve stay curled up like that for awhile, until billy stops shaking and the tears stop spilling and he’s exhausted. “come on, let’s get you to bed, we can watch this later” “no, wanna finish it.” “you sure?” “yeah, she’s nice, wanna see her happily ever after or whatever” “alright but new rule” “oh, and what’s that king steve?” “you’re not allowed to watch it without me anymore” “thought that was already a rule” “it is, but you’re a fucking brat so I’m just letting you know I mean it”

billy loves steve for making things playful instead of dragging out what had happened. they both knew billy was hurting, they knew why, and they also knew billy was not in a place to talk about it so steve held him, billy cried some more, they watched one more episode, and then they went to sleep in their bed in their room in their apartment where neil hargrove could never hurt billy again

Steve doesn’t point out that billy has gotten a lot better about expressing his feelings after watching queer eye. Casually mentions that the show means a lot to different people, a subtle hint that it’s okay to care that much without calling billy out for it

Also imagine the boys meeting the fab 5

billy thinks he’d be so cool with the guys but if he ever met the fab five he would cry so fucking hard and cling to steve shyly and billy is in a crop top and combat boots and he doesn’t realize that he’s clinging to steve until he feels steve squeeze his hip and “you look so hot today” “don’t worry, I used the waterproof mascara on you” all the reassurance and praise

he thanks them like a lot and blushes and it’s so precious billy is not a tough boii he is a shy boii

steve is a confident protective proud boyfriend he will show off his boyfriend and casually chat while giving billy time to calm down

omg but billy feeling more confident because of the boys so like he lets steve play around with makeup on him and do fancy stuff with his hair and like I said he wears crop tops omg matching crop tops crop top boyfriends

“you better French tuck that shirt or put on a different one” “steve when I said I liked it when you got bossy this is not what I meant” “WWTD” “I know I know, what would tan do? Speaking of, change your fucking shoes”

[stumbling-to-sea]

ANYWAY WHO’S READY FOR SOME ROLE REVERSAL AU

(also known as the feeling of an immense amount of #regret at realizing you gave an obscure AU-version of your OC a better design than her canon one)

Design details: The symbol on the side is a Pianta symbol, from Lana’s home island. They’re obsessed with circles, it’s a spiritual thing and also to do with their nature as a fruit plantations island. Since Lana in this didn’t leave her home as a child, she’s much more entrenched in the culture and got the tattoos before she left and as a symbol of her task by her family. 

Role Swap AU

The one where Ace is haunted and a revolutionary, and Lana becomes a pirate, dies and haunts him.

Rouge’s mother takes one look at Garp and says, no. You’re going to fuck him up. The kid stays. But you’re going to visit and keep the Marines in line.

So they stay in contact. When Carmine, Trey and Verte (members of my Portgas Clan, whose family tree you can find on my deviantart but which is spoiler-heavy for the next wwtd chapters so i haven’t uploaded it here yet) join the Revolutionaries a couple years later, this is what happens: They somehow hear Dragon is has a son. A son that he gave to Garp to care for. The Portgas Clan collectively stages an intervention.

So this is how Luffy, instead of being dragged to Dadan following the Shanks-incident, is dropped off in South Blue by a very grouchy Garp who doesn’t understand why he shouldn’t care for kids. He took perfectly good care of Luffy so far. He’s going to visit as often as he can so that they still might become Marines!

Ace now has a little annoying brother-figure, as if his annoying 12 years older cousins weren’t enough basically siblings ... it’s hard being a middle child, but its also never boring, since gran lets everyone run wild and just laughs at and loves her parent-less children.

Ace grows up with his father having been some anonymous guy not worth mentioning and his mother a very loved bigger-than-life figure. He isn’t told about Roger; Garp is violently silenced by his grandmother if he tries. But Pianta isn’t far from Baterilla, and one day gran takes him to visit. He finds and eats a fruit he shouldn’t have. Baterilla is a lot less fun after that, and he finds out what really happened to his mother. His gran sits him down and explains. After grappling with it and a lot of teenage angst and even more screaming at the ghosts, he eventually decides to join the RA.

(Luffy thinks that’s super boring. He’s still going to be Pirate King!)

(Ace will meet Sabo; this Sabo never got out. Instead, he’s a shrewd noble dealing RA information under the table until this position isn’t worth it anymore and he joins the revs for real in a move that shocks the Reverie)

... Ace is very, very good, but so is Cipher Pol — especially when properly motivated. His heritage (or the suspicion of it) is a very strong motivator ...

. . .

Lana doesn’t eat a fruit that isn’t there. But when she’s 17, there’s an incident on Pianta with a visiting world noble. The Marines do absolutely nothing. Pirates end up helping. But her 14yr old sister has disappeared, and Lana sets out to look for her because she’s the only one who can; her brother as the heir remains home.

She takes a few wrong turns and ends up eating a fruit that makes her turn into fire. She’s not pleased at all. She also gets labelled a pirate shortly after some nut-jobs decide to follow her: congratulations, you’re now a pirate captain. She’d like to set them all on fire.

Anyway something terrible happens to her sister and Lana chases rumors all the way to the New World. Even in this world, Lana does not give a shit about world politics, and since Whitebeards closest and seems to have the necessary influence and not completely off his rocker, she directs her ship to his, lands on deck and demands his help. Everyone is kind of like standing there and going … what the fuck.

Whitebeard probably tests her or something. But girl is determined; she’s been looking for her sister for 2 years some old dude and herculean tasks aren’t going to stop her. And if joining his gang is what it takes, fine.

… of course, Teach ends up murdering her when she (accidentally) comes in between him and Thatch.

Teach is an asshole and a big threat that needs to be done in, but most importantly, she still hasn’t found her sister. So she goes to find the ghost-boy that she heard about somewhere.

Unfortunately, she’s lost time gathering her spiritual self, and finds ghost boy has gotten himself captured and is scheduled to be executed as Gold Roger’s son.

This might have started the revolution early, but Lana has no time for this shit. Also the dude can’t die, not on her watch, he still has to find her wayward sister.

This is how Ace gets a new epithet: Fire Fist.

(… Ace now has to abandon whatever he’s doing cuz this ghost gives no shit about his own priorities; but she had a hand in saving his life so he will settle the debt.)

[stumbling-to-sea]

She feels like she can set the world on fire. (She wants to see it all burn, burn down to ashes and reborn – does she?) Her mouth smirks and opens, but it isn’t her who speaks. “Is that all you got?“

Late-WwtD-Lana commission and one of the commissions I got from my friend vvasabipeas over the past year. this one’s easily one of my faves.

By now it’s an open secret that possession is something that’ll happen to Lana eventually. I’m too impatient to wait for it to get there in writing time :’’)

[stumbling-to-sea]

You might think your time is never ending But a single life is what you're getting And you should get it right, Is what I'm saying But go ahead and try Just a single life You know there won't be a second time (x)

I cried when I got this commission!! ;A; the artist captured both of them so well, their dynamic and atmosphere and askdjfalsdjf. I‘m just;;;; My dorky dumbasses. 

[stumbling-to-sea]

Can't keep up with my rhythm Though they keep trying Too quick for the lines they throw I walk to the sound of my own drum, We go, they go, we go, hey yeah yeah yeah! (x)

Some commissions you get just make you cry ;A; My super hypothetical second generation Lace Kidz drawn by medekghui!!

The YWAA!-Alive AU (Yay-We're-All-Alive!)

In this alternate universe, where Lana not only for some reason ended up heading for the Grand Line early and met Ace while he was still alive, but Ace also somehow survived the Marineford War (that‘s a lot of if‘s amiright) .... in this universe, these two idiots could unintentionally end up having some kids.* These are the hypothetical biological ones: Copper, Dandelion, Page and Tooth, striking out on their own to bei their own people regardless of their parents identities. (If you think their names are weird, that‘s because they are — they’re nicknames that stuck because Lana+Names=Error 404 Page Not Found.)

Copper and Lion, Lion and Copper | (ready, sister? you bet!)

Meet the elder two, Copper and Dandelion (short Lion), badass sisters that have each other‘s backs. Lion is the oldest, strongest, as well as the sweetheart of the bunch, while Copper is the one most deliberately reckless and trigger-happy. They couldn’t be more different in personalities, but they get on like a house on fire and are an unbeatable team, like two sides of the same coin. Both are of the opinion they work harder than the other to keep each other out of trouble – if they aren't getting into trouble together.

Page and Tooth | Hey hey hey hey hey (hey hey hey are you listening yet)

Meet the younger two, Tooth and Page, about a year apart in age. The bookworm Page is very used to crazy-shit-my-sisters-pull, especially the younger Tooth — who is both chaos incarnate and a little bit of an engineering genius with a fondness for teeth and biting, all in all a frankly terrifying combination. So Tooth is probably soon going to start literally gnawing on her brother’s ear in excitement to get his attention, and he’s gonna complain but give her five minutes anyway.

*it is my understanding that neither Ace nor Lana would ‘canonically‘ want biological kids; Ace because of his whole preoccupation with having the ‘blood of a monster‘ and Lana because wtf why have you met her? (Adopting/fostering is a different matter — Ace‘s whole arc was about found family and Lana already has Remi.) So any biological kids would be very unplanned and happen bc they also happen to be idiots.

[stumbling-to-sea]

Remember this? Yeah here‘s more, please send help

As a famous and wise person once said: “I didn't understand why people care so much about their dumb crack kids until I got some dumb crack kids myself. I've only had them for a day and a half, but if anything happened to them, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.“

I’ve named this AU YWAA! (Yay-We’re-All-Alive!) which is an AU of

AU1: ESDA (Everyone-Still-Dies-Anyway) where Lana heads for the Grand Line on her own and meets Ace while he’s still a Spade Pirate.

All the Lace kids would grow up to be overdramatic dorks in their own way, even the seemingly rational ones:

DANDELION sneaks around with masks that imitate Ace’s smileys and thinks she’s being inconspicuous (since the OP world is full of dumbasses, it works). Knows how to flutter her eyes prettily at people to get what she wants and has everyone wrapped around her little finger before she shoves them up their noses (she’s like 5’1’’ without her heels and she compensates accordingly; but honestly only if she has to, she‘s a sweetheart). Disaster Bi.

Keeping her siblings out of trouble is a full-time job but she‘s mostly too busy sticking her freckled nose into trouble herself; has her father's narcolepsy so thank god for the masks so nobody notices</li>

Goes into investigative journalism about the same time her sister decides it‘s a great idea to join the marines "just to show she can"; is great at recon and investigation but a shit writer (bless)

She was named “Lucy“ at birth for some vague honor to her uncle but naturally it didn‘t stick

COPPER has always been distinctly unimpressed with the world. When being told she can’t do something, she might agree, but then proceed to try and prove she can do it anyway – she never met a dare she declined (she joined the marines for the thrill of having a secret identity and then got married because some random guy in the mess hall said she couldn’t)

(the wedding features her side of the family showing up with elaborate fake moustaches and on the other high ranking marines and everyone politely pretends not to recognise each other; there‘s definitely a celebratory brawl at the reception, Copper smack in the middle with her wedding dress hiked up)

Fights with her Dao on fire, because she‘s that extra; ironically at first always thought to be the most rational of her siblings.

Like her sister her “nick“name is a reference to her hair and the red sheen to it, she didn‘t have a proper name until she joined the Marines and needed one

PAGE runs around barefoot 24/7 anyplace so he can tell his sisters they’ll never be as badass as that, so he needn‘t brawl to prove anything – ironically has not stopped, to prove a point. Doesn’t like fighting much but will drop this 1000 page treatise on your head without hesitation if you annoy him. He’s the most calculatingly ruthless when it comes to making decisions. Late bloomer in the strength department but caught up second to Lion in his youth (also shares her narcolepsy).

He grew up with two elder sisters who kick monster butt for shits and giggles and a younger one who pits her teeth against the monsters’ ones in sport, nevermind all the other foster-siblings, and honestly, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be, yeesh.

If any of them would ever get arrested by Marines, it would probably be him and that by complete accident because he needed a library card or something and just “Page“ didn‘t cut it and he forgot that his parents are like, super wanted.

His name coincidentally lines up with both Portgas-naming tradition* and his passion, nobody remembers what came first

TOOTH is exactly the kind of dumbass genius who built her first engine at nine but will still think testing the strength of a steel bar with her teeth is a good idea, the ten foot dog growling at her only wants to play, and combining a freeze gun with a flamethrower and a built-in grappling hook sounds awesome and not like a terribly bad idea.

Most likely ends up the chaotic neutral owner of a mechanical work- and (auto) repair shop somewhere on the grand line. It catches fire on an at least weekly basis, and your device may very well have acquired teeth and can dance the Macarena when you pick it back up.

She‘ll probably be the one to eat a devil fruit via sheer dumbassery

She was named “Toni“ at birth by family friends who thought at least one spawn should have a proper name, naturally was transformed into “Tooth“ in record time (took to paternal family traditions re: food)

... i mean, how can you turn out when you can punch through concrete at about four years old, spent your formative years ship-hopping in the New World, your father taught you every way to put out a fire but even more ways to start one and your mother has dead people inside her every other Tuesday.

[anistarrose]

Now I Can Rest (Gravity Falls WhatWouldTeslaDo) (Ch. 1?)

Summary:  After waking up from a nightmare, Stan takes a bit longer than he should have to fit the pieces together. WWTD AU.

Word Count: ~900

Warnings: Mentions of nightmares, mentions of blood

(Another fic based off of the Paranoid Ford blog @whatwouldteslado by @fordanoia, this one an AU of the AU. I’m not promising updates, but... well, let’s just say that I’m weak for happy endings, and this fic in its current state is most definitely... not. It’s not an inherently good or bad end, it’s just... a different end.)

The familiar, firm grip of a six-fingered hand on his shoulder jolted Stan out of a nightmare, dragging him back to reality, to the dimly lit kitchen he’d dozed off in. He knew the dampness on his hands was sweat, not blood, and that the real Ford was… was not unharmed, but alive — he knew that the dream of finding his brother’s maimed, lifeless form locked up in that room was just that, a dream, but he was still shaking —

don’t let ford know about it — he’s got enough on his plate right now —

“Stanley, I need your help right now.” Ford’s voice was hushed, but tense with what could only be anticipation. “We — we need to do this before Bill realizes what I’ve planned.”

“What?” avoid eye contact — don’t freak him out even more than he already is — why am i so warm why am i still shaking “Do what, Ford? What did you —”

Stan noticed the object Ford had just picked up from the table with his good hand, its design unmistakeable. “No. Don’t you fucking dare. Don’t you fucking think for a second that I’m gonna erase your mind.”

He dove for the memory gun but stumbled, nearly tripping on the flat kitchen floor.

“Stanley, are — are you okay? What happened to you?”

“I’d be a hell of a lot better if you dropped that gun,” Stan growled.

Ford gasped, and held it close to his chest, arm trembling as he shook his head rapidly. “No, Stanley, it’s — it’s okay! I modified it.”

“You what?”

Ford lowered his voice. “I altered the frequency of the radiation pulse it emits. Now, we can blast Bill out of my mind without damaging my memories at all! So I need your help this instant, before Bill realizes that we have this advantage now!”

“R-really?” Stan asked, through suddenly chattering teeth. “It’s… it’s t-that easy?”

“Yes, exactly that easy!” Ford told him hurriedly, pressing the memory gun into Stan’s hands. Sure enough, the entry screen had seemingly been messed with so it no longer displayed anything, and the input dial had been taped in place. “I’m going to go outside to summon Bill and let him into my mind. You wait in here, where he can’t see you, until you see me collapse, then come out and fire. You don’t have to input anything — I’ve, uh, already set it up so that it’s set to erase Bill Cipher, and Bill Cipher alone. Have you got all that?”

Stan managed a nod, and Ford rushed outside, first chanting something that was probably Latin and then yelling that he wanted to make a deal to let Stan and Fiddleford go safe. The exact words didn’t register for Stan — they really should have; Stan really should have been ecstatic to have a chance to destroy that lying triangular bastard, but instead he felt nothing but a sinking feeling, no doubt thanks to that nightmare.

(It had to be because of the nightmare, didn’t it? Not about Ford’s own behavior, his own jitteriness and look of desperation…)

Outside, Ford collapsed to his knees, his good arm hanging down limp so that his curled fingers grazed the top of the snowdrift. Stan stumbled outside, raised the gun to shoot —

What do you know about how memory guns actually work, Stan? About whether it’s actually possible to —

His finger squeezed the trigger a millisecond before the line of thought could complete itself, could work its way to his muscles, could stop him from making the worst mistake in a life full of nothing but horrible mistakes. The sinking feeling consumed him, as if he was falling through that bottomless pit that the gray-faced askers kept bringing up, and he found himself letting the memory gun fall to the ground, and then falling to his knees himself, wrapping his arms around his brother —

“Ford?! Ford, can you hear me?! Sixer?! Please, say something, Ford, tell me you’re still there — tell me I didn’t — I didn’t erase you —”

For either a minute or an eternity, the only noises in the world were Stan’s sobs, muffled by the drifts of snow surrounding them, but finally, finally the man with six fingers on each hand and one broken arm spoke — and it made Stan long for the time just seconds ago, when he’d still held onto a faint glimmer of hope, when he’d still been able to deny what he’d known deep down from the beginning: that his brother had lied about altering the memory gun.

“Who’s Ford?”

***

whatwouldteslado post (9:33 P.M.)

I have something I’d like to look into for a while, so I may be away from the device. Stanley and Fiddleford are getting Much Needed Rest. Updates will likely follow later tonight.

whatwouldteslado post (9:45 P.M.)

Fyns Fxeqphp M'e laltf.

whatwouldteslado post (10:31 P.M.)

wwhich one of yo ucowardly manipulative FUCKERS did it

whatwouldteslado post (10:31 P.M.)

WHO fucking gave e him the idea

whatwouldteslado post (10:34 P.M.)

you really don’g get whhat you jus tdid to my brother do you

***

At 10:35 P.M., the device was smashed against the floor of the shack.

[anistarrose]

untitled silly WWTD fic

Another @whatwouldteslado inspired fic, this one much less serious and featuring Ford yeeting a gnome. Roughly 700 words, no warnings.

(Set in an AU assuming WWTD has a good end (at the very minimum, Stan and Ford talk out all their issues and Bill is no longer a threat) and also is a parallel timeline where the words “yeet,” “lit,” and “big mood” have entered popular usage by the year 2012 — maybe Fiddleford got a good ending, and single-handedly set the entire Internet forward a few years.)

“Grunkle Ford, there’s something in our kitchen!” Mabel yelled. “It’s like a cute weird little man!”

Ford immediately dropped the magnet gun he was showing his nephew and dashed in, Dipper hot on his heels. Stan grunted an acknowledgement of the situation, but didn’t look up from the deck of cards he was shuffling (and undoubtedly also stacking).

Sure enough, there was a small gnome gnawing on the hard candy Mabel had left on the counter last night. Mabel didn’t actually seem to mind that her candy was getting destroyed — she was too fascinated with the creature itself.

“Can we keep him, Grunkle Ford?” she pleaded.

“Yeah!” Dipper agreed. “Let’s capture him, for science!”

“Absolutely not,” Ford told them. The kids’ reactions were understandable on account of having not seen any live anomalies before, but another week or so in Gravity Falls and they’d grow just as tired of the gnomes as everyone else. “Gnomes are a pest no better than rats or ants. I should have reminded you to wrap up your sweets to avoid attracting them in here.”

He pulled on a glove, picked the gnome up with that hand, and set to work opening the kitchen window with the other, ignoring the protests of both the gnome and his niblings.

“But — but it’s a supernatural creature!” Dipper said. “What if we never see another —”

“This town is home to a thousand other anomalies,” Ford replied. “And I’d love to show them all to you, after we get rid of this one.”

“He’s magical, though! You’re really just going to toss him out the window?” Mabel asked.

“Yes,” Ford told her. “I am.” He hurled the gnome with as much force as he could. “Yeet!”

For a moment, he was met with stunned silence.

Then Dipper finally asked: “Grunkle Ford, why did you say yeet?”

“Well, it’s a word for when you want to throw something, isn’t it? I would have drop-kicked it, but I’m not as young as I used to be —”

“It’s fake slang some strangers convinced him to start using back in the eighties,” Stan yelled from the other room. “If he says that again, or lit, or large mood, just ignore him.”

“But… but those all are real slang,” Mabel said. “Except maybe large mood — I think that’s supposed to be big mood, but if Ford wants to say large I think he should be able to.”

“What,” Stan muttered. It wasn’t a question, just a flat expression of shock.

“None of those were around in the eighties, though!” Dipper said. “They’re all modern Internet things! Not stuff people your age ever say — no offense.”

“Wait, really?” A faint memory resurfaced in Ford’s mind, of a number of grey faces insisting that the year was 2018.

“We would never lie about yeet,” Mabel assured him, and Dipper nodded in agreement.

“Stan, can I talk to you alone for a moment?” Ford asked, and Stan shrugged.

“I guess?”

“Alright, we’ll be right back, kids.”

Once they were out of earshot of the younger twins, Ford continued:

“A number of the people following our blog claimed to have been from the twenty-first century. Do you think there might be any truth to that?”

“Dunno why you’re askin�� me, you’re the one with the PhD in time travel.”

“I have a PhD in physics. There’s no such thing as a PhD in time travel — at least, not yet, which means that in the future I could retroactively… you know what, I’m not going down that rabbit hole right now. The point is, you always offered a valuable alternative perspective when trying to get the truth out of those anons, which is why I’m asking your opinion.”

“So you’re complimenting me? Well, in that case, I guess it’s possible that…” Stan paused, no doubt noticing Ford nearly jump as he had a realization.

“Okay, Ford, I know that look. What brilliant dumbass idea did you just get?”

“I think,” Ford mused, “that come 2018, I’m going to see if I can send any messages to a certain blog.”

[anistarrose]

The End (Of The Lonely Road) Approaches [Gravity Falls - WhatWouldTeslaDo]

Word Count: ~950

Summary:  The drive from New Mexico to Oregon is long and snowy, and Stan can’t help but be distracted by his own thoughts about how much his twin has changed.

Warnings: Minor (but frightening) car accident, fairly strong swearing

Based off the Paranoid Ford ask blog @whatwouldteslado​, and while I can’t recommend it strongly enough, you can read this without having read that blog. All you need to know is that it's a canon divergence AU where Ford:

1. dismantles the portal

2. calls Stan to ask him to come, and warns him to watch out for people with yellow eyes.

(Also on AO3, as a gift for @fordanoia!)

It didn’t take long for the mild New Mexico winter to vanish and snow to coat the roads, forcing Stan to slow down. Which was probably what he deserved for deciding to drive through freaking Colorado instead of Arizona, but the route had looked just a little shorter that way, and he didn’t want to try and take any shortcuts on local roads and risk getting lost.

And, well, excuse him for not thinking too clearly when his twin brother was four states away and rambling about people with glowing yellow eyes that were out to get both of them.

Stan still didn’t know what to think of that phone call. How the hell were you supposed to respond to your estranged twin calling you, all paranoid and incoherent, and begging you drive hundreds of miles to meet them?

Stan just knew that if he’d said no, or just pretended it hadn’t happened, he’d never be able to stop worrying. If he left Ford to fend for himself, he’d live in fear of the phone ringing again, this time with a message that his brother had gone missing — or worse.

Probably worse. What had Ford said, that he’d “already been in town for too long?” That Stan couldn’t trust anyone? Was Ford even interacting with any living, normal people who might notice he was missing and report it?

So really, Stan thought grimly, if they were going to call me about something happening to him, it would be because they found a body.

And that was when it sunk in — how little Stan really knew his twin, how little he could wrap his mind around the idea of the brother he knew getting murdered in some crazy hick town in Oregon.

Gone was the boy who was only paranoid about elaborate, distant government cover-ups of UFO crashes, conspiracies that would never make him, or any normal person, worry for their own safety. Gone was the nerdy kid who looked at mystery and secrets and creepy glowing eyes as an adventure, as something to study. Gone was the boy who was fascinated with the weird — replaced by the unstable man who feared it.

Though still there, for sure, was the genius whose head was always in the clouds, thinking about things most people couldn’t even begin to understand while missing so many warning signs, so many dangers. It was the brother who had always kept him safe that had left.

Without really meaning to, Stan pushed his foot down on the accelerator, desperate to cut down on the length of his trip by even a few minutes — just as he rounded a curve.

The car began to skid, the brake coming down but failing to accomplish anything besides making a horrible noise that sent Stan into a state of shock.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck —”

Stan had skidded plenty of times before, usually while fleeing from people who were thankfully several hundred feet behind him and skidding even worse than he was, and he’d never gone off the road — at least, not so far off that he couldn’t drive right back on and make his escape, dented doors and misaligned wheels be damned.

But those times had been different, because he’d concentrating as hard as he could on the drive, not lost in thought. He’d been expecting the skid those times, knowing it was a risk he was taking for going as fast as he was, not daydreaming about how in a way he’d abandoned the person that he’d always blamed for abandoning him.

This time, Stan hadn’t been prepared for the car to start swerving through the dark, and he jerked the wheel and slammed the brakes on instinct, too panicked to think about what would have the best chance at getting him out of the skid. He barely even processed that he was driving with only one functional headlight, meaning he could easily fly off the edge of a cliff, and not even realize until he was already falling to his death —

Somehow, some combination of instinct and dumb luck eventually guided the car to a stop, and for a moment, Stan just put it in park and sat still, heart pounding.

He didn’t think he’d hit anything, and if he had hit something without noticing it, it probably hadn’t been big enough to cause any damage. But he easily could have died — there could have been another car on the road, he could have gone off a cliff, he could have had a fucking heart attack — and then what would have happened to Ford?

He’d probably just think I betrayed him again, Stan realized, and while he didn’t want to believe it — wanted to believe Ford would worry for him instead — he knew it was probably true.

He got out and checked the car over. It took a lot longer than it should have, even though he wasn’t very thorough, because he’d never bothered to buy a flashlight to keep in his car and had to resort to using his lighter to see instead. At least the warm orange flame kept his fingers from going numb.

Once he was satisfied, which was probably after about three minutes but felt like about thirty, he got back into the car, and cautiously pulled off the shoulder and onto the road. Everything seemed to be working fine, no misaligned wheels or broken brakes.

“Don’t worry, Stanford,” he whispered. “I’m coming.”

***

The title is mostly about Stan preparing to reunite with Ford, but also partly about how WWTD may be ending very soon, and oh man, I am not prepared. I'm hoping Stan will be able to do something to help, because damn, does Ford need help...

Anyways, feedback is appreciated as always!