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kessilover · 18 days
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Mergana AU : Morgana is saved from Sarrum by Merlin and Arthur
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mochiwrites · 5 months
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title: DEAL GONE WRONG — Clockers’ own Scar Goodtimes and his Secret Lover?
warning(s): graphic depictions of violence, gun violence, blood and injury, unnamed and minor character death, headshot
chapter(s): 1/1
relationship: scar/grian
summary;
"Scar Goodtimes shoots contact at Clockers waterfront warehouse, seen leaving with another injured party in arms. Sources say the injured party was dressed in a black leather jacket and a red sweater. Could this mysterious man be the secret lover of Goodtimes? Just who is he to the Clockers' very own silver tongued fiend of a man?"
or, while attempting to steal medical supplies, grian gets himself shot. oh and scar is there. cue a bit of an awkward reunion while bleeding on scar's bed.
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IT'S FINALLY HEREEEEEE <- vibrating at INTENSE speeds. for anyone who's been wondering wtf the "mmau" tag was, here you are! welcome to the vault's limited life mafia au! I'm really really excited about well. everything about this au WHEEZE. the au has very quickly gotten out of hand (/pos) and oh man. happy reading! <3 I hope this au makes you just as insane as it's made us <333
( yes this is the scarian angst I've been writing for the past week and a half <3 )
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jovenshires · 29 days
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smosh girlies week: day six → a smosh murder mystery (alternate universe pt. 1)
ian hecox: businessman, underground criminal, and now, dinner host. or at least that's what the invitation to his ex-wife, amanda lehan-canto, claims. they didn't part on the best of terms - last she checked, she lost everything in their messy divorce. she isn't certain why she'd be his first choice for a dinner companion. but that uncertainty is enough for her to get in her car and drive all the way to jones shrive - all the way to the manor she left nearly five years ago. after all, amanda, a now-retired private eye, would never let a mystery go unsolved. upon her arrival, she meets a colorful cast of characters - a lounge singer with a penchant for gambling, a police officer living far above her means, and a mysterious outsider who doesn't seem to even remotely run in ian's circles. she also meets the nosey, rambunctious reporter, angela giarratana. (she remembers the scathing article she wrote on ian - and the humble retraction the next week. it seems like she's not the only one who doesn't fit the mold of the guest list.) and, of course, the enigmatic, larger-than-life host himself, who doesn't seem to have a good explanation for all this. and before she can ascertain a reason, tragedy strikes. suddenly the house devolves into mystery and madness, and everyone becomes a suspect. amanda is quickly thrust into the spotlight, and to clear her name, she must solve her greatest case yet: the murder of the host himself. ian hecox.
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themediummultiverseau · 3 months
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Dust to Dust
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more vers under the cut :)
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a-whispering-echo · 10 months
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MM Killer, my son
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hes my boy and i love him <3
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ask-minikin-machines · 6 months
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I'm not sure if this exactly fits in with the lore of them being borrowers at your house, but I thought it was a really cool idea so i'm pitching it anyways. How would sun and moon react to meeting one of the other animatronics at the plex? Freddy? Roxanne? Monty, Oooh or maybe a nightguard 'catches' them instead of one of the other animatronics? maybe the other animatronics already know about Sun/moon borrowers, but the nightguard doesnt, so when they go to investigate freddy or whoever is with them at the time has to hide them/make up excuses of why they were talking to themself on the camera earlier.
Thank you for the ask!
I think the only way Sun and Moon would even get to the plex is if y/n brought them… but that does still hold an opportunity for them to meet the glamrocks.
And possibly… themselves… Well, their bigger counterpart at least.
I think they’d meet Freddy first though because he tends to be the most friendly and probably hangs out near the front of the plex to greet people. He would think they were merch from one of the shops at first, but after looking at them he would treat them like any other guest.
I think Chica would think them adorable and would probably want to hold them. To which the boys would say. “Maybe next time.”
Monty would be scared to touch or be near em but he wouldn’t be scared to tease em.
Roxy wouldn’t care. She’d see em as some toy that y/n brought. “Oh you want a picture? Of course you do, I’m the best!”
As for themselves… Big Sun would absolutely love his tiny counterpart. Although he might be a bit heavy handed at times. They would have fun drawing and playing games. Although Big Sun wouldn’t understand Mini Sun’s fear around some of the littler kids.
Moon would be a lot more gentle with his little likeness. They’d both have fun sharing stories. Big Moon about all the workers he has scared. And Mini Moon about all the bugs and spiders he’s killed.
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berylgrace · 2 years
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Here I Go Again!
a percabeth mamma mia au by @percabethica
updates tuesdays and fridays
If someone had said, twenty one years ago, that of all people, Annabeth Chase was going to have a grown-up daughter marrying herself off at the tender age of twenty, she would’ve laughed in their face and told them in no uncertain terms what she thought of that idea. Of course her friends, Piper McLean and Silena Beauregard, would have laughed equally as hard, and probably linked arms with her as the trio walked away, mercilessly mocking the kind of person who could concoct such a bizarre, uncharacteristic prediction. No one had ever said that, but it was funny how the world worked sometimes. Things could change at the drop of a skirt. (Annabeth knew the phrase was the drop of a hat, not skirt - but in all honesty, the removal of a hat had hardly been the cause of her predicament.)
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blackcatarts · 1 year
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how mysterious...
process gif under the cut!
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em-mermaid · 5 months
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beloved em!!!! how about 19 and 27?? :D
hii beloved theo!
19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?
Theoooo you are going to make me, known polyshipper, pick one ship? WAILS (jk i know this is an open ended question) Uuhhhh, one I’m particularly excited about is mmau Joel/Lizzie because the grief and trust and love held between those two makes me feel so so normal. I’m soo normal about mmau jizzie. Also, because I can’t help myself I’m also looking at Tango/Etho with the biggest eyes, I need them to be so silly goofy and also so in love.
27. What do you listen to while writing?
So this depends on what I’m writing, but usually I will find a handful of songs and just Loop them based on the vibes of whatever I’m currently writing. For example I listened to exclusively Taylor Swift’s I Can See You for my Mumbo/Doc fic. Otherwise, if I don’t find any songs that fit the fic I usually don’t listen to anything lest I be swayed or distracted by the vibes.
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demigod-of-the-agni · 5 months
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A little special something for something even more special. Hint: it's about love and fears and birthdays and new beginnings
(@/marvel hire me <3)
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kessilover · 1 year
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The day after : a season 3 Mergana AU
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mochiwrites · 5 months
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an mmau drabble.
( mentions of unconfirmed character death )
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Scar sits in a park.
His cane rests against the bench beside him as he leans back into the seat, eyes taking in the scenery around him. He watches the happenings of natural life, seeing families out with their children, couples going for a stroll on the path. A man plays frisbee with his dog, and Scar nearly becomes well acquainted with said frisbee as it nearly smacks his head. He catches it in time, the man running up to him with an apologetic smile as Scar returns it.
The man has sandy blond hair, and for a moment, Scar’s eyes play a little trick on him.
He sees brown instead of green, a red sweater instead of the plaid button up.
Scar feels a bit numb as he passes the frisbee off to the stranger, who runs back to his dog and throws it in the air again. Scar’s eyes follow the movements of the frisbee, watching how it soars through the air.
He entertains a fantasy, just for a little bit. One where he’s watching not a stranger, but someone he knows very well. Someone who is his other half. He entertains a world in which nothing ever happened to them, and Scar never needed a cane on the hard days. He entertains a world in which there is still a plastic ring on his finger, maybe even a real gold one, and he is the happiest man on Earth.
The frisbee is caught midair by the dog, who happily runs back over to its owner, the plastic firmly between its teeth.
It’s been eight months since everything happened. Two months since Scar tried to find Grian with no luck. It’s been two hundred and forty-three days since Scar was left behind, and sixty days since he was forced to face the very possible truth that Grian was dead.
He hasn’t heard anything about the apartment, no sight of Grian anywhere even remotely nearby. There hasn’t been a single trace, not even a small clue. The thread is gone, and Scar might have missed his window of opportunity forever.
Nearby, a group of pigeons land on the ground, picking through some crumbs spilling from bags on the ground. They coo and jerk their heads, and Scar looks over at them. Something tugs at his chest as he sees one of the pigeons lift its wing to poke its beak through the silver-gray feathers.
It feels like grief.
(“What do you say to getting a cat one day?” Scar looked down at the man curling into his arm, a curious expression on his face. “A new home, new pet. A lovely little companion for us!”
Grian snorted as he pulled the blanket up to cover his bare skin from the chilly air. He rested his head on Scar’s arm, looking up at him. “I think you’d spoil that cat absolutely rotten.”
“What?!” Scar made a playfully offended gasp. “I would never do such a thing!”
“You would.” Grian grinned at him. “There’d have to be a limit on treats though. The cat’s health is important.”
“Of course, of course!” Scar nodded along before his face softened. “You’d get a cat with me?” He didn’t mean for his voice to sound so wobbly, but sue him, he was an emotional guy! The idea of getting a cat with his boyfriend made him happy!
Grian looked at him with a look that on the surface screamed annoyed, but Scar knew better. He could see the fondness in those brown eyes, the slight quirk of his lips. “Obviously. Someone’s got to be the responsible Cat Dad.”
“Cat Dad!” Scar couldn’t help but gasp before bursting into tiny giggles. “And hey! I’d be a very responsible Cat Dad!” He playfully squeezed Grian’s side in retaliation. Grian laughed in return, getting comfortable against Scar as he was pulled closer to him. Scar moved to rest his chin on Grian’s hair, pressing a kiss there first. “What about you?”
“Me?”
“Mhm. Do you have any animals you’d want to adopt?”
Grian moved his head to rest more comfortably under Scar’s own as he hummed in thought. And then, “A parrot.”
Scar chuckled, “I should’ve seen that one coming.” He was fully aware of Grian’s love for birds, how much they meant to him.
“We’d have to keep Professor Beak away from the cat though,” Grian replied, and Scar couldn’t help his fond little laugh at the bird’s name.
“Professor Beak?” he questioned. “Gosh G, has anyone told you how cute you are? I can feel my little heart just melting!”
“Professor Beak is a perfect name for a bird!” Grian exclaimed defensively, moving to look at him. Scar could see how pink his face was. “It’s sophisticated and elegant.”
Scar only melted into further laughter. Grian grew more embarrassed by the man’s reaction, squawking some kind of defense for himself. Yet all Scar could focus on was how much he loved the man in his arms.
Silencing Grian, he used the arm around him to pull him forward until he could kiss him. It was something sweet, loving, and light. Grian sighed against him, a content noise as Scar held him within his arms.
When they pulled apart, Scar grinned, “A cat and a bird then.”)
They never got the bird. Scar never got Grian, and he probably never will, with the man quite possibly being dead.
It’s not something he’d put past Them.
He watches as one of the pigeons takes flight, seemingly uninterested in the pile of garbage on the ground. Scar follows the bird as it flies, and he can’t help but wonder. If Grian really is dead, perhaps in his next life he’ll be a bird. It’d be a beautiful gift, for the man to finally have the wings he envied so much.
It was something Grian used to talk about a lot, having the ability to just fly anywhere, any time. He was envious of it, of that much Scar was certain. Grian had always seemed so trapped, and not even Scar’s shitty apartment could break him free of his cage. There were nights where Scar often wondered who held the key to Grian’s chains, who kept him grounded and clipped his wings.
Maybe such kindness shouldn’t be offered to the man who left him to die. Who betrayed him. Yet Scar found himself giving it to him anyway. He’d give Grian a lot of things, he thinks. Forgiveness could be one of them, depending on the reason. Besides, Scar is too tired to hate. He’s too tired to be angry and hold contempt. He doesn’t think he could even if he wanted to.
Besides, he thinks he let it all go the moment he realized Grian could very well be dead. He still held out hope for the man, but two months and… maybe it was time to move on (Scar knows he never will. Not when a piece of him will always belong to Grian. Maybe it shouldn’t, but Scar is a man in love, even now).
He’ll just have to bury his need for answers and live.
As he watches more of the pigeons fly away, he hopes that Grian is among them. He hopes that Grian has his own flock to call his family, and that he is able to soar in the skies like he’s always wanted. Scar hopes that wherever Grian is now, he is happy. He hopes it’s a lot better than where he was.
Scar certainly knows he’s much better than where he was.
And even if it’s not with him, there’s a part of him that hopes Grian can finally fly free.
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cinnamonest · 2 months
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For your mmau, you mentioned that the brothel workers didn't get any form of birth control and it got me wondering about the Fatui's lower ranking girls. Would they get birth control? Does any form of birth control even exist? I love your writing so much <3
The availability of birth control depends on the region and culture. It exists, but it's highly frowned upon and always regulated, requiring physician approval on a case-by-case basis, and in some nations, hormonal forms are outright illegal. They want to ensure high birth rates. Most guys won't want it either, because the more kids you have, the more you're essentially tethered to him.
It's seen as a waste of resources, and incredibly selfish — you only live so long, so all the time you spend not having kids is basically pointless, empty existence. Some cultures will at least allow it provided your owner approves it, particularly for young couples, as most assume it's a very temporary thing until he becomes a little more financially stable to better support kids. But more traditional cultures outright loathe the idea — even if you're not financially well-off, the community and extended family can just pitch in to help you.
That only applies to the very young adults though. If your age begins with the number 2 or higher, you can forget it, no professional is going to approve that.
God *forbid* you get higher than that and don't have at least one kid by that point. It's seen as a complete bizarre anomaly. At that point you'll have to compensate by ensuring you have back-to-back kids with no rest periods in between, so you can catch up. Complete with mandatory fertility treatments.
Of course, there's probably some available through illegal sources, there's a market for everything, but that comes with its own set of risks if you get caught, whether by the law or by your own husband… the latter of which is bound to happen eventually if you're not getting pregnant despite the effort. It won't go over well.
As for the Fatui, they could always use more numbers, and you’ll be instructed on how to specifically raise sons that will have ideal traits they want, so you can just be a future-soldier factory :)
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themediummultiverseau · 3 months
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Damn, that's Killer
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the boy <3
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stitchthesewords · 5 months
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Omg hiiiiiii i just read your “tek takes a plunge” fic and 1. Very clever title 10/10, 2. They are so in character and yes j left a comment saying I’d come back to the fic but it bears repeating, 3. I hope you have a great day!!!!!
Also. If you wouldn’t mind…. I just. The way you described tango and jimmy getting to know each other and they’re just. So. Them!!! But I have no idea what’s happening with the bad boys? (I will fully admit I haven’t read any other fics in the au so please feel free to tell me to just go read those lmao)
Anyways!! Your writing is great and I hope you have a good week :)
Oooooo the bad boys so good news - the reason you dont know what's going on with them is because we havent quite said hehe. The jist of it is theyre homeless and have sort of turned to crime to get by.
I highly recommend reading the other fics, since even though theyll all be different POVS and different authors, we're all working on this together so we know whats going on throughout all the different threads and are weaving them together.
I'm glad you enjoyed the fic!
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a-whispering-echo · 10 months
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A very Dusty meetup
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these are my children and i love them.
Uh, i havent actually posted anything with some of them, but they exist, and as such are here now.
Uh, yeah, they are all my creations.
also, ik the proportion of Heathers!Dust is weird, i couldnt find a ref of anything even remotely similar, so i winged it from memory (dont questions why theyre so tall, that was a stylistic choice and definitely not a mistake i made and then it was too late to back out, no sir, not at all)
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