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#Cleaner AU
cookinary · 7 months
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*pops out of art block* Here, have an AU I created 2 days ago
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Cleaner AU! His nickname is Snow for reasons
Pedro isn't sent on jobs in this one, but is instead the designated cleaner
Against his will obviously
He gets rid of the bodies and of the evidence
Cleans all the blood and trash
He got incredibly effective as the years went by
Pretends to be unfazed by it after a while but still hates doing it and is always disturbed by it deep down
The Family decided to lend his services to other gangs
Still against his will
All his experience with making someone disappears off the face of the Earth got really useful when he decided he had enough
Killed everyone and cleaned the crime scenes so well, it's like nothing happened
Uses more sneaky ways of killing people (like poison darts) so he doesn't have to clean as much blood afterwards
He happens to like painting in his free time so he uses the red paint excuse if he misses a blood stain on his clothes
He developed a severe anxiety linked to cleaning as he associates death threats with a bad cleaning job
Needless to say, he regularly deep cleans his apartment
I love him very much, he's my boi
Reminder that my ask box is always open and that reblogs help more than likes!
*pops back in art block*
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deusvervewrites · 10 months
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Cleaner x Redoer x Changeling x Eri Escapes:
Inko and Kaina running from the HPSC, adopted daughters in their arms.
Truly a match made in heaven
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ceilidho · 9 months
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prompt: reader is hired as a live in house cleaner because ghost is always away and he only comes back on leave and he insists she stay in the guest room. Over time he increasingly acts like she’s his live in girlfriend or something. Very confusing for reader lmao.
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The job comes at the exact right time. 
The way you stumble onto your new job is a bit dicey, if you’re being honest. You’ve been meaning to get out of the waitressing life for a while—the tips are shit and the number of times that you’ve had your backside pinched has slowly but steadily climbed into the double digits. You just haven’t had direction; somewhere to go. 
Your savior comes in the form of a six foot plus soldier. Oh, he doesn’t tell you that, but his body language speaks for itself. 
At first, even the sight of him makes your belly clench and palms sweat like when you watch rock climbing documentaries or parkour videos online (all moist and clammy and you have to wipe them on your jeans before shaking his hand). He’s a one-time customer at your little roadside diner that gradually becomes a repeat offender. 
He comes at odd times, sometimes disappearing for a month or two before he’s back to sitting in the booth at the back of the diner with his back against the wall. You smile shakily when you pour him coffee after coffee. He never eats. Always sits in the same booth, dressed in the same black hoodie that does nothing to hide the sheer size of him and a black surgical mask that he never removes. He has a sixth sense for when you’re watching him from behind the counter, waiting for him to take a sip.
You never do catch a glimpse of his face. Not completely anyway. You know him only by the faint smell of gunpowder and metal that clings to him like a second skin, and the feeling of his calloused hand against yours. 
Like ice slowly chipping off a glacier that one day cracks, a huge chunk splintering off and crashing into the sea, you know nothing about him until you’re suddenly in his house. Simon, he tells you, and the sound of his name awakens something in you. He needs a housekeeper and you need a reason to leave. 
You quit the diner; barely even put in a week’s notice. 
The day you drive up the long beaten road up to his property, a cabin deep in the English countryside, clear blue skies follow you. Clouds crisp, delicate even. Simon takes you through the house, showing you to the guest room where you’ll be staying while he’s away. He never directly confirms your suspicions, but the faint tightness around his eyes when he mentions his job tells you all you need to know. No wonder he needs someone to keep the house in order. Never around to do it himself.
Then he’s gone, swift as a ghost. You wake up in the guest room to a hastily scrawled note on your bedside table and a faint feeling of loss. 
You scrub tiles and dust the top bit of the fan that everyone always misses; you mow the lawn, clean the gutters, and sit under the shade of a poplar tree with a glass of lemonade in the early evenings. If you look up into the tree, you’ll see spiders and squirrel nests. It’s almost therapeutic. 
Weeks pass at a time. Simon reemerges like clear skies between periods of rain. Sometimes even before you wake up, you can feel the change like lighting sizzling in the air, crackling hot under your fingertips and then stumbling into the kitchen to find him leaning against the counter, coffee already brewing. You blush into an apology that he waves off.
Good soldier. Better boss. 
You fall into a routine, something of a cadence that is only interrupted by Simon’s hands on your hips when he moves you out of the way to grab a mug from the top shelf. His finger brushing over the curve of your cheekbone to wipe away flour smudged on your cheek. Then he’s gone again, passing through like a ghost. 
Perhaps he’s a more tactile man than you originally assumed. Something about the way he held himself in those first few weeks in the diner suggested otherwise, the way he seemed to radiate a latent hostility. Do not get close. You read this in the general slope of his eyebrows and the scars across his muscled forearms up until he reaches out to touch you, growing more and more comfortable with you around.
“You alright, love?” said into your ear on a warm night when Simon materializes onto the couch beside you, practically out of thin air. Your heart almost bursts in your chest. 
When you turn, he’s as beautiful as ever, honey burnt eyes staring out from behind a balaclava this time. Still dresses in his standard issue tactical pants, the faint smear of grime and gore around the ankles. There’s a lump in your throat when you smile. 
He smells richer now. Deeper, like the forest floor. Like crawling through mud and spider webs and a thick, cloying miasma of desperation. 
“Sorry—I didn’t know you’d be back,” you apologize, going to rise up to your feet. It feels wrong to commandeer his house when he’s on leave, even though you live here too.
A heavy hand on your shoulder pulls you down, settling you to his side. “Off your feet now—there you go, atta girl. No sense getting up; show’s not even done.” 
He angles you back to face the TV and tugs you into his lap almost effortlessly. You do not look back, even when you feel him slip the balaclava off, hot breath fanning over your neck. Not even when fingers play over the thin line of skin where your shirt rides up. You blink like your eyes are gummy and try not to shudder when his thumb dips underneath your shirt.
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laurzzz · 1 month
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A few things lmao. I've been experimenting with my design for the DCA again so forgive me if Sun's rays are inconsistent compared to the prior art but I think this is how I wanna keep his rays at when drawing. And uhhh I used C9!Y/N for this because. reasons also bc I kinda missed drawing 'em...
O h gosh I haven't brought up C9 in a while so uh for ppl who are from DCA fandom that weren't following my blog around the end of 2022 and dunno what this is-- this was my very first default au, you can learn more abt it through the cloud nine tag below or through My Masterlist of AUS for the DCA
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rapidhighway · 6 months
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trying to show you the absolute cinema i had the pleasure of watching in tonights dream. We could’ve had it all
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scarredlove · 5 months
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Help, they've been invading my brain for months-
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galacticghoste · 7 days
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@sonic-fankid-showdown
Yes we are going for Super Smash Bros theme!!!
Anyways, I'm very excited to see everyone else kids!
I never really though much on what kind of ability Silho would posses but thinking about it, combining a being with super strength and a being who has the power to control chaos energy Girls gonna be something Awesome! I like the idea of her inheriting Amy's strength, she can use Chaos energy like Shadow but has difficulty controlling same goes for her strength so she relays on her hammer and focuses on transferring that chaos energy there I think it would make some neat attacks.
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scuderiamint · 1 month
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max and charles giving interviews post australia :>
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(im still heartbroken over max' dnf so have some happy lestappen media pen content)
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spotsupstuff · 8 months
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takin a break from asks a lil with misc. silly oc stuff + some ideas for iterator cleaner fauna. cuz there just ain't enough of variety in those structures yet n i've been thinkin about cleaning methods of the insides for ages now
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midnight-leaf · 2 years
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I haven’t been on Tumblr as much recently, but I am absolutely OBSESSED with @buggachat ‘s Bakery Enemies AU. I absolutely love it, even though each new update causes me pain on Adrien’s behalf. This poor boy needs a hug 💜
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sensitiveheartless · 1 year
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hmmmmmmmmmmmmm, another prompt from the intimacy prompt if you don't miiiiiiiiiiiiind
But like, would it be too much to ask for it to be Howl's Moving Castle au? If you'd rather not that's fine-
But like, the tickling prompt, cause like, Dazai's messed with Chuuya one too many times and Chuuya's like "fuck it, face the consequences, mackerel-"
Dazai was no longer safe for the rest of that day-
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Everyone else in the castle continues to suffer the horrors of living with these two weirdos(affectionate)
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kedicatt-cotl · 7 months
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Shamura lore (part 5 half 1)
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I sketched the entirety of part 5, but split it into two halves. This is the first half, the second will be coming sometime soon.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
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deusvervewrites · 1 year
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Eri speedrun rescue x Cleaner AU: Nedzu calls Inko and Kaina about Izuku rescuing a traumatized child from a yakuza, Inko comes with adoption papers ready, Kaina it with her best rifle and asks for who was the man who did that to the unicorn child
Sounds about right. Overhaul might die.
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ceilidho · 9 months
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If you haven't already, can you write a second part to house cleaner reader for ghost? I really liked it and would love a pt 2
i don't know about a full on sequel bc my muse is fickle and hard to catch but i can give you a little snippet?
The first time you slip into Simon’s bed, you swear it’ll be the first and last time. 
It’s not an accident—you made the decision deliberately. You just hope the circumstances lend your excuse some credence.
“Accidentally let a moth in,” you mumble into the pillow when you spot him standing in the doorframe. He has to duck his head a little to come in. 
Of course he picks today of all days to come home. 
His eyebrows come up as if in surprise, but you can see the slightest trace of amusement in his eyes. You pull the blankets up to your neck, conscious that you’re garbed in only sleep shorts and a tank top that’s several years old. It keeps riding up when you toss and turn in your sleep. 
Your head’s still a little foggy with sleep; you managed to catch up on all of an hour of sleep before the sound of your name in the deep timber of his voice had hooked you out of your dreams. Not that you remember what you were dreaming. 
You’d been curled up like a little woodland creature in his bed, nose stuffed in the pillow that still seemed to carry the lingering trace of his smell. In his absence, it’s easy to forget that he does have a smell; rich and layered, like gunpowder and smoke, like it clings to him barnacle-tight, like it’s caked under his nails and in the fine blond strands of his hair. You take a deeper breath in. 
Simon’s still clothed in the thick tactical gear you saw him off in several weeks ago. The tube scarf is pulled down to around his neck, exposing his face. It always leaves you hungry, eyes roaming over the blunt cut of his jaw greedily, watching it undulate when he yawns. It’s covered with rough new scruff, like he only started letting it grow out within the last day or so. 
“Simon?” you ask, humiliation still biting you at being found in his bed.
“Been on the road for bloody near four hours,” he grunts, hands coming up to start peeling away the layers covering him. 
It takes you a second to remember to avert your eyes. You keep your gaze fast on the floor, but the sound of velcro ripping off and drawers opening leaves your face hot, almost feverish. If you touch your cheek now, you’re sure you’ll find them burning. 
“I’m sorry, sir.” The comforter is still clasped to your chest when you go to sit up and you’re not sure what the plan was. To walk all the way back to your room with his blanket around you? “I’m gonna go—I’ll sleep on the couch. It’s so embarrassing, I just—I really don’t like moths.”
Whatever the plan was, it disintegrates to dust when he steps to the side of the bed that you were trying to slip off and plants a hand on your bare shoulder, pushing you back. 
“You really got to quit it with the sir, love,” Simon grunts, using the hand on your shoulder to guide you farther back onto the bed. Your heart goes a little haywire in your chest when he lifts the comforter to give himself room to climb in. “‘Least when we’re not in bed.”
You aren’t going to read into those words too closely. Your mind already feels sluggish, groggy, like waking up out of a bad nap with the headache still chasing you, and if you try to examine what he means by that, it’s just going to get worse. You let him rearrange you how he sees fit, slipping back down under the sheets and letting him turn you over onto your side.
“You’re not going to shower?” you mumble, eyelids already drooping shut. You only flinch a little when he hooks an arm around your waist and tugs you back into his chest. His scent is richer than usual, dappled with old sweat and smoke. 
“We can have one later. Getting some shut eye for now. Brew later, when we’ve got some rest.”
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nuclearanomaly · 4 months
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Oh, bookstore girl I wonder what your name is
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bunnieswithknives · 1 year
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Can we get a get a gif of the two puppets dancing in circles.
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My babies!!!
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