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plutoswritingplanet · 3 months

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Ring Of Fire (Lucifer x Female!Reader)

a/n: again, no one asked for this, but i've been rewatching supernatural and there is something about season 5 Lucifer that just hits the spot for me. this one will be multiple chapters (i swear), a bit on the darker side. Cross-Posted on AO3

Warnings: Dub-Con (nothing too scandalous), Soulmates (but not really), follows season 5 storyline, Kinda Depressing, Strongly Inspired by "Preacher's Daughter" by Ethel Cain

Summary: Knowing God has an actual plan for you would be comforting for most people. You, however, seem to be always down on your luck.

PT.2

The foliage is damp with the night's air, water seeping into the fabric of your jeans, as you sit in the low bushes, watching. Smoke still fills your lungs, and grief still fills your heart, Jo and Ellen's faces etched just beneath your eyelids. Tears stain your cheeks, drying slowly on your skin, forming an uncomfortable crust. It's been such a long time since you've experienced loss such as this. One that rips something out of you and refuses to give it back. You must've grown too comfortable since Dean has been brought back, life needed to bring you back down. Your hands hurt from the tight grip you hold on a branch of a nearby tree, nerves locking you in place, as you watch Dean approach the Devil. Except, you're not there anymore.

It's warm inside Bobby's home, and you've changed out of your past outfit, scattering it on the floor, never to be used again. Still, you can feel phantom moisture on your knees, elbows, on the palms of your hands. Coldness, like nothing you've ever experienced, seeps deep into your bones, taking root within you. No candle, no prayer, no ancient exorcism can cleanse you of the revelations you've seen tonight. Your head feels heavy, when you drop it onto the pillow, as if some weight is pressing you further down, through the comforter, through the bed and the wooden floor. Through all the layers of Earth, until you're right where you're supposed to be.

It's unfortunate, you thought back then, compelled to reveal yourself from your hideout by one command you couldn't ignore, he looks just like any human. Tall and lean, with a little softness to his body. His clothes were unassuming as well, casual. As if he just took a stroll through the woods from a supermarket. No one told you the name of his vessel, who he was before he said yes, why did he do it. His eyes were ordinary as well. Blue and gray, aged, tired. Human.

It would've been so easy to pass him on the streets, not knowing. He could've been one of the patrons in the countless bars you've visited while on the hunt. Handsome, yes, with an aura of a beaten dog around him, that, in any other circumstances would've made him irresistable to you. You could never refuse a hopeless case, now you supposed you knew why.

Sam made you tea. It sits untouched on your night stand, steam flowing in dancing ribbons into the ceiling. Somehow, you can't seem to force yourself to drink it, even if you know the intention behind it has been kind. You couldn't eat as well, the smell of cooking coming from Bobby's kitchen reminded you too much of the smell of smoke coming from the exploding hardware store. And his smell.

Burning coals, cedar wood, jasmine, all of them were pleasant once. Now, you know they will always be stuck in your head with only one association. Lucifer.

Even thinking of his name brings a wave of shivers running down your back, as you curl into yourself on the bed. Your fingers scratch at skin of your jaw, trying to regain some sense of autonomy. Still, you can feel a phantom of his icy touch, where he grabbed your face like his hands were meant for it. And in a way they were. At least, that's what he told you.

The demons gathered around the mass grave didn't even react, as you ran out of your cover, pushed to reveal yourself by the sight of Dean's flying body. Because how else would he coax you out, if not through the hurt of your boys? In hindsight, you were glad Dean was unconscious for the most part of this ordeal. After the night's events, it was hard to look him in the eye, you didn't need him witnessing your downfall over your head as well. Sam tried to make his way over to you, feet sliding cautiously through the grass, but suddenly Lucifer's eyes were on you, and you could feel your fate get sealed then and there.

He clasped his hands in front of him, pursing his lips as he took you in, cowering on the ground, trying hard to find Dean's pulse.

- You boys brought me a gift - he mused, eyes crinkling with some strange emotion - You shouldn't have.

One gesture later, you're up on your feet, limbs trembling as he abandoned his shovel in favor of making his way towards you. You're frozen, fear seizing you in a tight grip, and you can't seem to think straight, as you watch him approach. Last day on Earth, you muse, life flashing before your eyes, when he raises both his hands. And then he grips your face, gentle yet confident, and the world around you spins. He's cold, so cold it's unnatural. Your lips fall apart in a silent gasp.

- Do you know who you are? - he asks in a quiet voice that suddenly makes you understand why he's temptation incarnate - Do you know why you were put on this Earth?

All you can do is stare, confusion creasing your eyebrows. His breath reaches your collarbones, as he lowers his head slightly. You can hear him chuckle to himself. The sound makes you shudder, fear and anticipation mix within your gut.

- All those years of hunting, struggling... - your life seems so trivial, coming from his lips - It all lead you here, to me. Doesn't that sound lovely?

It doesn't. It most definitely doesn't. Tears of confusion prick at the corners of your eyes, your breathing quickens. Panic settles into your nerves like a paralyzing blanket. Because here stands a threat of magnitude you couldn't even dream of. The Satan, the Devil, Bible's biggest villain. And he knows something about you, that you cannot comprehend.

- It's really quite pathetic, when you think about it - he muses, hands leaving your face in a flash, as he starts to pace in thought.

Swaying in your place, you risk looking at Sam, his confusion mirroring your own. Dean is still unconscious beside him. There's a thin smudge of blood running down his forehead, and you want to move so badly. You've spent years caring for these boys, being there for them, whenever they needed you. Yet, at this crucial moment all you can do, is stare in horror.

- My Father's last ditched attempt - Lucifer turns to you with a tight smile that doesn't reach his eyes - To give me my own special little bag of worms. To own, to care for, to change my mind.

- What?

Your own voice sounds foreign to your ears. Lies. Those had to be lies. He's Satan after all, manipulation was his forte. Yes, that had to be it. Just another, messed up way at getting an upper hand over Sam.

This time, you nearly scream when he advances towards you, his cold hands immediately finding purchase on your face, covering your jaw and your cheeks. He presses against your face so hard, you have to take a step back as he comes closer still. Sam's figure flashes out of the corner of your eye, and suddenly you feel the rough surface of a tree bark digging into your back.

- You - for the first time you can hear some tension in his voice, something more than cold indifference - You were made for me, Honey. Just like Sam is destined to be my vessel, you're destined to be by my side. To own, to care. - he repeats those words like a mantra, and you want to throw up at how genuine he sounds.

He smiles at your terror. Tears start to flow freely from your eyes, falling on his cold fingers, skipping down his arms in smudges. His hands start to move, a perversion of a caress, as he ruffles your hair. Your head bounces off the tree, and you try with all your might to free yourself out of his grip. Your limbs flail at your sides, and you crane your neck so far back, your muscles start to strain. He doesn't let go, pressing himself closer, one of his hands coming up to grip your hair. Your nails dig into his cotton shirt, as you push against his chest to no avail.

- No - you whisper, your rejection falling flat against his unaffected stare - I'd never...

- See, but that's the best part - his sudden enthusiasm scares you deeper, than any passive stare ever could. - Unlike Sam...

You backpedal into the tree again, as he leans closer still. His cold breath mixes with your short, panicked ones, and your stomach churns, when he tilts his head in curiosity, as if he's experiencing this intimacy for the first time. And in a way, you suppose he is. Then, his eyes meet yours, gray captivates you, and you hold your breath on instinct.

- You don't have to say yes to me.

You're not even allowed the decency of taking a gasp of air, when his lips press into yours. It feels beyond weird. He's unnaturally cold, and there is a sort of unpracticed sloppiness in the way he fights for your mouth to fit against each other. Reminding you of your first, inexperienced romances, he smashes your faces together until you feel both sets of your teeth through the flesh. Then, he pulls back just a smidgen, taking in your terrified face. Something flashes through his expression, and he sighs, leaning back towards you, stopping just short of your left ear.

- Kiss me like you mean it, or I'll make Dean eat his intestines.

He looks at you, just once, letting you know this is not a game. Your heart stops.

Dean's unconscious body starts to move by the tree, and never in your life have you felt so helpless. So, when Lucifer unavoidably leans back down, you give him all you've got. Your body arches, hands come up to his hair, and you will yourself not to feel grossed out by the feeling of his cold tongue slipping past your teeth. It's a fight for survival, you remind yourself, as his hands move to your back, rubbing your skin like a horny teenager in a bathroom stall. The short supply of air you've been granted runs out quickly, and as pressure builds in your lungs, you start to push against the Archangel's chest. He doesn't register what you're doing, not at first, confusing your sudden unwillingness as some sort of late attempt at rebellion. That is, until you bang your fist against his shoulder, letting out a muffled scream.

Finally, he detaches himself, hair even more disheveled than before. You take a heaving gasp of air, as you brace yourself against the tree, your vision swimming ever so slightly. Lucifer watches you, his body hunched over, as if he's observing some middle schooler's science project. There are new tears in your eyes, just waiting to fall. Your hair is disheveled and your lips are puffy from his unpracticed assaults. His right hand comes up to his face, and he bites on his index finger in thought.

- You really are human - he muses to himself, and with every fiber of your being, you try to explode his head with your brain - That's no fun, you'll break so easily...

- Fuck you - your words make his eyebrows raise, and he straightens out with a flourish.

- Fuck you - he repeats, mocking your tone - Yeah, I probably will - you watch, disgusted, as he sends a wink towards Sam.

Then, he's back to his shovel, back to his mass grave, where he completes the ritual.

You can't move, not really, even when Sam tugs on your shoulder. Your head runs empty, realization of your current predicament far from registered in your brain. You stay frozen in your spot, when Castiel arrives, taking the three of you back to Bobby's house. Only, when the Angel's hand pushes against your rib cage, only when you feel Enochian symbols burn into your bones, do you lift your gaze. Apologetic doesn't really cover the way Castiel looks at you, and the pity painted on his face drags you down more than any Devil could.

Sam is the only one to truly understand, when you fall to the floor, shock, anger and dread spilling out of you like a broken faucet. He's the only one that truly knows how it feels to have your bodily autonomy stripped away by the literal Devil. How it feels to have a threat of such magnitude hanging over you, every day. Which is why, he's the one to lift you in his arms, and get you to the guest room, lead away by the concerned glances of the rest of the men. He's the one to make you tea, bring you fresh clothes. He opens the window when the smell of dinner makes you retch. And finally, he's the one to explain, what really happened back on that hill to the rest of the group.

From your fetal position on the bed you can hear Dean curse, throw something somewhere. All the ways he knows, how to show he cares. Despite everything, it makes you smile, face pressed to the pillow that smells like cigarette smoke and beer. You're doomed. There's nothing you can do against God's plan, and you can feel that thought take root in you like an invasive species ready to destroy every crop in it's path. Still, despite it all, a sense of security falls upon you like a decieving blanket.

- What sort of a messed up game is this? - Dean screams somewhere in the house, you assume it's at Cass, the only one even remotely aware of your destiny.

The idea, that God made you specifically to be Satan's personal therapist sounds far fetched at best, but given how the last couple of months have been going, you're more inclined to believe in the absolutely worst scenarios. You don't even need to hear Castiel's response. The sound of glass breaking is telling enough. Then, a door slamms somewhere, and the house falls into heavy silence.

You can't think. Can't allow yourself to fall apart more than you've had already. So, you focus on the sound of your own breathing, interlinked with your heartbeat. Steady, alive. Your eyelids are heavy, eyes burn with drying tears, so you close them and sigh. Exhaustion pinns you in place, sinking you into the blankets. Darkness welcomes you like a long lost friend.

Your boys will find a way, they always do. And Lucifer can't find you, not with the wards Castiel has put on you. You'll have to thank him i the morning, you think, and it's the last conscious thought you have, before slipping into sleep, shivering like an abandoned child.

#my writing #supernatural #lucifer x reader #supernatural x reader #supernatural fanfiction #spn lucifer #spn #spn x reader #spn lucifer x reader #supernatural lucifer x reader #there will be three more parts so treat this an introduction #and there will be smut in the future #also some dark themes but yall know me i can't write anything else #anyways someone talk to me about season 5 or ill explode

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bambiraptorx · 4 months

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okay, art/lore dump for my fic Body Horror Baby. This kid's backstory is basically that Donnie accidentally scienced himself into being a teen dad. Like most Donne kids actually lol.

She was formed from a piece of Krang tissue removed from Donnie's back after the Technodrome that he kept for experimentation (this one was of particular interest because it retained some of his own genetic material). They slowly transformed over time from a shapeless blob into something resembling a tiny turtle, although Donnie didn't connect the dots until about a year post invasion. He immediately told his family upon figuring it out, although reactions varied.

After about 6 months to a year longer of living in the observation chamber Donnie built, the baby was removed and given the name Beatrice Helena (after two separate Shakespeare characters because Donnie is a theater nerd).

(she's named after this quote in particular lol. It's from Midsummer Night's Dream about the character Helena, and also it happens to be making fun of her for being short.)

Beatrice Helena stays very small for the most part, and (with a few exceptions) grows at a very slow rate. In some ways, this makes them easier to take care of because it's so easy to contain them.

She also has some ability to shapeshift (it's beyond the normal Krang ability because she was a part of the Technodrome and seriously, that thing molded itself into donnie's face in two seconds flat). This makes for some interesting tantrums. In their baby/toddler years, this is mostly limited to growing eyes or occasionally losing her turtle form, but it gets more precise/intentional as she gets older.

And just for funsies, here's some lineless art of her when she's a bit older. That's about all the art I have, I think, but if anyone has questions feel free to ask!

#i have a couple more doodles of her but i kinda want to fill the page before posting it lol #and if you have any questions ask me i wanna ramble about bea so bad. SO BAD #this is kinda the bare bones introduction to them i have so much more info i dont know where to start #rottmnt #rottmnt au #rottmnt fankid #beatrice helena oc #rottmnt oc #rottmnt donnie #donatello hamato #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #my art #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt fanfiction #undescribed

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jankwritten · 3 months

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Jasico Bingo Challenge: CHB Jason

Nico isn’t sure what’s worse: the fact that his childhood best friend seemingly disappeared into thin air a week ago, or the fact that the hottest guy he’s ever seen in his life has mysteriously appeared within Camp Jupiter’s walls.

“Of course it was the first cohort,” he overhears after a Senate meeting, whispered in the halls. “He must be crazy powerful, if Lupa didn’t even need to train him!”

“Shut up, that’s just a rumor. Everyone has to meet Lupa.”

“They definitely met,” the first voice insists. Nico leans further into his shadows. The pair pass in front of him. “But she just let him go.”

Hot guy is, of course, the gossip of the week. The month, even.

Nico privately decides that hot guy is worse, only because it seems like his presence alone has turned the Legion into morons who’ve forgotten their freakishly powerful, supposed-to-be-Praetor has literally evaporated. Poof! No more son of Neptune!

Nico would think the people who just a few years ago made a massive deal out of every move said son of Neptune made would pay a little more attention to the fact that the whole freaking man is gone!

But no. There’s new gossip to be had, about a blonde with drool-worthy eyes and a scar on his lip and a suspiciously-missing backstory.

Spend enough time in the Underworld, and you learn to suspect the whole amnesia act. Shades always know more than they pretend to.

As the senate hall empties, Nico sinks fully back into the shadows.

He will not let this stand.

(to be continued)

#jasicobingochallenge2024 #CHB Jason #fanfiction #quick little introduction to what could potentially be a bigger thing #i might continue this with more of the prompts on my list because ohohohohoho. evil fly hands.#I guess this is technically more of a camp swap than strictly CHB Jason #but to be fair. It's only the big three who have swapped camps #Jason is greek Percy and Nico are roman #everyone else is the same #except. perhaps Hazel. i think she should be greek. for fun.#(so she and Annabeth can be friends)#((and so she and Jason can be friends))#okay I wrote this in like 20 minutes it's so far past my bedtime #also i don't know if i'm doing this right. head scratch. some of my works might combine prompts i hope that's okay #i read all the rules faqs etc and nothing mentioned it so I'm assuming it's fine.#jasico #pjo #hoo #jason grace #nico di angelo

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howdoyousleep3 · 1 year

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She hands Steve the folder, he opens it— And immediately forgets about the temptress he had just been contemplating scandalously making his wife. He feels pinned in place as his eyes take in the one picture before him. This is a man. This is a picture of the most beautiful man Steve has ever set eyes on. It’s obviously taken without his knowledge, zoomed in from afar, maybe outside from the street. The man sits at a small table within a shop, possibly a coffee shop or maybe a bookstore, head buried in a book, cup and saucer taking up most of the space on the small table that he occupies. It’s a simple photo, an unimpressive one even, yet Steve is forced to make an active effort to steady his breathing. He knows Natasha wouldn’t joke with him, wouldn’t play these sorts of games with him, his sexuality, and the seriousness of the situation. He asks anyway. “Are you fucking with me?” He doesn’t look over at her as he asks his question; he can’t pull his eyes away from the photo in his lap. All he gets in response is a curt, “No,” and he knows it to be true. Steve’s first coherent thought is that he can’t imagine how intensely beautiful this man is in person if he looks like this from this shitty angle and from so far away and through the foggy glass of the shop. Hair the color of the richest chocolate, a pink mouth that pouts so naturally it’s making Steve dizzy, long and elegant fingers and deliciously long legs that seem endless— Steve wants...

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#howdoyousleep #my writing #you're the light you're the night #character introduction #bucky barnes #fanfiction #stucky fanfiction #stucky #steve rogers x bucky barnes #mafia au #mth fic #mth 2021

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thebluevipersden · 9 months

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YRSA (my Star Wars OC) ⚙️

Let me introduce you to my OC in the Star Wars universe! She is Yrsa, a curious young engineer girl, who deeply resonates with nature and machines. About her tale in a nutshell: As a young child, Yrsa lived in a workshop and was surrounded by all kinds of mechanisms and gadgets, learning a lot of the necessary robotics from her father, who was an ambitious engineer. Later they had to flee their home from the wrath of the empire and crashed on an uninhabited planet while escaping. Yrsa was left alone at a very young age and was stranded there. She befriended in the woods with her animal companion, Cog, the acklay. Many years later, Cad Bane turns her life upside down, when he is sent after her to capture the girl. In her future Yrsa must leave her beloved forest and will live on Lower Coruscant, as an outcast traveling engineer. After the wilderness, she'll have to survive in the urban jungle. During her journey she'll even cross her path with an unexpected new ally, who comes from the shadows in a shroud of mystery... 😎 Then the little lady's life will again reach a turning point.

Yrsa's adventure started in this fanfiction: Tales of the Flame and the Rain | AO3 Thanks to my writing partner @river-mort and @deepbluespace4 for the enormous help and motivation with our conversations. I love you, guys! I also send a big hug those who have read or liked my fic so far. 💚

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raccooncityriots · 3 months

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Honestly the people saying that they’re sorry to SEED fans because the movie feels like a teen drama fanfic is sending me, guys did you watch the series. I was expecting nothing less.

#even with its faults SEED/Destiny will always have a place in my heart #SEED was my introduction into Gundam as a kid #it was such a bonding point between my brother and so many of my friends #it was the entire start of my friendship with Ariel #I bought my junior prom dress because it was the same color as cagalli’s dress #I’ve read my gundam seed fanfiction than I have read any other series #the hours I used to spend looking at fanart and in Rp communities because of it #it really shaped a lot of my life #I’ve watched the series start to finish easily 15 times #and while as an adult I can say it’s no longer my favorite series and the writing is questionable at best #I still love it #I’m so excited for the movie #it has 3 lover triangles?? two of which they made up just to cause needless drama for the movie?#a two seater gundam that I’m pretty sure is going to have no reason to be two seater other than for romantic reasons #I heard someone say athrun and Kira both punch shin in the face because they’re mad at each other and he tells them to calm down #and I don’t even know if that’s a joke or not but that’s the level of ff.net bullshit we’re on let’s fucckin goooooo

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asymmetryestablished · 16 days

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fic announcement

hi it's me the platonic MiRona fic guy back at it again. would you like to see evil vampire Mihawk and Perona tag teaming Sanji? well this first chapter doesn't have any of that in it but the next chapters will so you should definitely go read this one and subscribe to the fic kthxbye

#quoth nsd #nsd's fanfic introduction posts #platonic MiRona my beloved #wumpeece #one piece fanfiction #sanji #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #mihawk one piece #perona one piece #dracule mihawk #perona #hawkeyes mihawk #ghost princess perona #smut fic #smut fanfiction #vampires

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oxymorayuri · 5 months

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⇒ No time for playing games part 3 [Oneshot that become a ShortFic lol - Ace] ⇒ The princess of Tanata Chapter 16 [LongFic and my baby - Law]

finished/previous titles can be found on my masterlist.

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⇒ The princess of Tanata (Long Fic)

Trafalgar D. Water Law ✘ ♀ Reader

Slow burn with plot

Spoiler (will be mentioned in chapter)

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„The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.“ — Mark Twain

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weirdworldofwinnie · 8 months

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* Welcome *

I'm Winnie (she/her) and this is my main blog where all my original posts and likes will be, more all-encompassing for reflecting all of my interests (art, photography, science, space, nature, animals, etc.) along with fandoms and actors, especially Cillian Murphy. I currently have two semi-active side blogs that I will reblog content from:

Stranger Things @ Hey Kiddo (tumblr.com)

Cillian Murphy @ Cilly-Oppie (tumblr.com)

*Fanfiction Masterlist*

Cillian Murphy as J. Robert Oppenheimer x reader:

Heat of the Moment - One Night Passion

A Darling Distraction

Oasis in a Desperate Land of Dark Desire (ongoing series)

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Dr. Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow x reader (Batman)

Face Me

Jonathan Breech x reader (On the Edge, 2001)

A Safe Way Out

***To possibly be updated!***

I may write for more Cillian Murphy characters soon (Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow was first on my list), but not about Cillian personally as himself out of respect for his privacy and family (and he is a currently living person). And I don't take requests at this time, but may be open to it in the future for certain (male only!) characters he has portrayed.

*Important Note: All of my fics are strictly intended for 18+ (minors do not interact) and female readers only! I also try to keep the fem!reader character as general in physical description as possible; I will never specify a certain skin color or body type (unless it's absolutely crucial to the story) because I do not want to exclude anyone and I want you to imagine yourself as much as possible! And lastly, my fics are not completely historically accurate or 100% reflective of any real people (including actors), living or dead. For entertainment purposes only*

In general, I tend to write, make digital collages/art, and post photos. Feel free to reach out if we share similar interests and I love feedback on my fics, but please know I do not allow anonymous asks at this time.

Thank you for stopping by! 😊

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kaythefloppa · 20 days

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The definition of original experience is growing up thinking that Area 51 had musical Ninjas, secret agents, fossilized replicas of actual dinosaurs, and goddamn time machines...

all because of a Wild Kratts fanfiction

#wild kratts #pbs kids #kratt brothers #martin kratt #chris kratt #pbs kids go #That was my first introduction to Area 51 and man it goes to show #That fanfiction was also unhinged but super fucking rad #the Ninja was Aviva's bf #Jimmy had a Creature Power Suit #There were a whole new array of villains including a Mystery Man left on a cliffhanger #fucking Dinosaurs #and ZOOBOOMAFO HIMSELF APPREARING #It was a canon event #10/10 fan-work no cap

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definitelynotgideon · 26 days

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Hey! Thanks for checking out this blog. Mostly, I started this up as a means to post chapters as I write for my OC, but I'd love to interact in other ways! Feel free to ask Gideon or I questions, or chat with me in DMs or comments!

Below you'll find an about me section, an about my oc section, my current activity status (hoping to update that with projects I'm working towards or to give heads ups if i'm busy/ on hiatus, a links section and a masterlist section.

Amanda or Ackie | she/her | 32 yrs old | Birthday on April 30.

@ackie-slays is my main. I interact on both but I'm here on this blog more often!

Gideon Azulyss is my OC that I've adapted for different universes/ scenarios over time. He started out as a D&D Character, and then I RPed with him in the Attack on Titan universe. As I fell in love with Demon Slayer, I wanted to bring him in and adapt him for the universe. I RP with him still for Demon Slayer, but the more I wrote with him with friends, the more I wanted to tell his canon-ish story.

Gideon is 5'8", athletically built with silver hair styled in an undercut. his eyes are green, with flecks of gold that become more visible when he's upset or angry. he styles his facial hair in a goatee. He is a war-hammer wielder, and in the demon slayer universe he is a thunder breather. His birthday is August 21. Gideon is a gay man, pronouns are he/him. His age varies by story.

Writing Status: I swear to gahd I'm writing this chapter, but it's going slow and I had a breakdown from work stress. The last week has been hard mentally. All I wanna do is sleep, and wake up actually feeling rested. 😮‍💨 4/18/24

Archive of our own (AO3): definitelynotgideon

The Demons We Face (Genya x OC/mlm) Chapters (Abridged chapters will be marked with ⚡️, Fully Mature/NSFW Chapters will be routed directly to Ao3 and marked ⛈️):

Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | Ch 7 | Ch 8 | Ch 9 | Ch10 | Ch11 | Ch12 | Ch13⚡️ | Ch 14 | Ch 15

Roleplay Thread Archive! | The most recent thread is posted to each!

- Big Brother, Beetle-hunt, Battlestar Galactica!!! 🪲 / #HikaruIsBestAniki #HikaruforPresident | RP with @ask-hikaru-eritora

~ "She's a Yokai, Dumbass!"/ Saving Milo from a Cruel and Stupid man ✨ | RP with @ask-milo-suzuki

- "Why are you hiding in here?"/ Milo is injured by someone she was trying to treat and Gideon gives her advice! | RP with @ask-milo-suzuki

#demonslayer oc #demon slayer #fanfic #demon slayer fanfic #kny oc #ao3 fanfic #kny #fanfiction #gideon azulyss #ao3fic #ao3 writer #ao3 #my oc stuff #my oc character #introduction #welcome to my blog

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clewis · 7 months

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Chapter 1 — Cleo

Title: The Ocean's Call Relationship: Cleo/Lewis Chapters: 1/? Summary: It’s never been easy for Cleo to find balance between being a mermaid and a normal girl; still, when she ran away into the ocean, she wasn’t planning on disappearing forever. But as the burden of everything that was going wrong in her life weighed on her, she finally decided to answer the ocean’s call, leaving everything behind: her problems, her family, her friends, the boy she was still painfully in love with… her whole life. But could there be something more behind her decision? And how will the people she left behind deal with the pain and guilt they will inevitably have to face? Friendships will be put to the test as Lewis, Emma, and Rikki's lives shatter before their eyes. They will do anything to find Cleo and bring her back, but will they be able to find a lost mermaid in the vastness of the ocean?

Here's the first chapter of my canon-divergence fic taking place during the events of 2x25 "Sea Change"! Hope you enjoy 💙

#h2o just add water #h2o fanfiction #clewis #h2o #my writing #so uuuhhh... as you can tell i'm not very good at writing synopsis or choosing titles 😂#but i was getting really tired of typing and retyping the thing so i just published it as it was and be done with it 🤣#first chapter is kinda short and an introduction to the story #still i'd love to know what you h2oes think 💜#should be able to update pretty quickly cause the next chapter - lewis pov - is already done! just need to proofread it a bit!#also i feel like there were many more details to include in the tags and stuff but i'm too tired rn fsdgfsdfgsd

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bambiraptorx · 2 months

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I just realized that I don't think I posted the update here. Whoops.

Summary: April O' Neil meets a new neighbor, and therefore makes a new friend.

#rottmnt #rottmnt au #my circus my turtles au #mcmt au #rottmnt april #april o'neil #rottmnt splinter #rottmnt lou jitsu #rottmnt hamato yoshi #my writing #rottmnt fanfiction #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #this chapter's kinda about how april and splinter's lives go since the turtles arent part of them #(or at least not part of them yet)#but anyway its an introduction

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wikagirl · 3 months

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We'll bite for the hand that feeds us

Oh the humiliation.

He was supposed to be judge of hell, messenger of god, warrior in the lords name, unshaken, undefeateble, eternal as the glory of the lord himself. And yet here he was, defeated.

He had never experienced something close to this before, not in the battles he guided with hidden hand on earth and not in the battles he fought against the demon hordes and fallen angels before he became the judge. A machine, man made, creation of gods creation, had bested him. No trickery, no scheming, it had bested him fair and square in a show of skill through battle.

He had fled the battlefield in a mighty outcry of rage, the fury over his loss bruning bright. But then, back in heaven, he suddenly felt...exhausted? He had felt tired before, from fighting, from carrying out the endless mission to spread the lords light and uphold the holy oder of things, but he had never felt exhausted, not to this extend.

The moment he appeared in heaven, just behind the mighty golden gates, he sank to the floor. No limb would move, no matter how hard he tried. He had been wounded, a thing he was used to as a warrior, but for some reason these wounds stung so much more as his body tried to heal and close the holes the bullets had left in his flesh where his cuirass did not cover or failed to stop them. And so he had no choice but to simply lay there, patheticly, as he bled out onto the white and gold marble walkways that made up the paths leading through heaven, staining it's pristine beauty with his dark red blood.

A simple virtue was the first to notice and approach him, the blue winged orb circeling his body and giving of a slight hum. There was a concerned, almost sad, tone to the otherworldy noises it made as it observed before dashing off with a wail not too different from a songbirds warning cry to alert the rest of the swarm.

He tried to pick himself up a couple of times, attempting to at least prop himself up on his arms, but his body failedd him and gave out after just a few seconds every time he tried. But he didn't need to try for long, he soon found himself picked up by the elbows, barely held up by who he found to be other heaven made angels. They wore armor similiar in style to his, maybe a bit less detailed, and their hands that weren't draggin him around by the elbows wielded gold and silver spears. They were soldiers, plenty of which he himself had led into battle many of times.

One might think that, as a higher ranking angel, the soldiers would be nice enough to at least help him up fully, let him lean onto them as he patehticly limped to meet with the council, but no. They simply dragged him by the elbows, twisting his wounded and allready hurting arms to only make them hurt more, the metal of his tassets and thighboots screeching disgustingly across the floor, leaving behind scratches and smears of blood as they dragged him along. He wouldn't be surprised if lucifer himself could hear the disgusting screatching sound all the way down in his little frozen pit.

It felt like an eternity of humiliation, getting dragged through the streets of heaven like an unruly childy by the scruff of its shirt, they hadn't even made it past the gardens yet and still for some reason the guards...stopped? Garbiel swore he could hear the joints in his neck creak like an old chair as he slowly lifted is head to see what was going on. And there they were.

Mankind.

Or rather the humans that had made it into heaven. Virtues, both lesser and greater, and they were blocking the way.

Well it definetly wasn't ALL the human souls that made it to heaven, the gardens weren't big enough for that, but still a sizable crowd had sown up, and they seemed angry. The lesser virtues sung tunes similiar to the one that had inspected gabriel earlier, their wings fluttering angrily and some of them zipping about restlessly. The higher virtues, those granted a bodily form, looked equally angry, especially those that had been granted to keep human or at least human-like faces in their heavenly bodies. No angry wasn't a strong enough word for that, they looked outright PISSED.

The soldiers that were dragging him commanded them to make way, but the virtues refused. An earshattering outcry rang through the gardens as the virtues dared to refuse the orders of higher ranking angels and some especially brave ones even dared to step forward and crowd them.

„Where do you think you're taking him??“ one of them boldy questiond. A greater virtue, but still on the smaller side, stepped right in front of the guards, her hands braced on her hips, stance wide and stable, and wings flare wide open. She wore a red sash draped around her body, a board with a candle and paper was tucked into it around her hip, she was one of the scribes under metatron no doubt.

The soldiers told the virtues once more to get lost and that they were taking him to the council, to recieve judgement over his failure.

„Judgement? In this state?“ she greater virtue spoke up again, her voice proud and mocking „The man is barely with us anymore, how is he supposed to recieve judgement if he can't even hear the councils verdict?“ she said, sending a round of chatter through the crowd of virtues followed by some few outcries from the other higher virtues present.

„Let him rest!“ one of them cried out from the crowd.

„Hasn't he done enough allready?“

„He looks so tired.“

„Give him a break!“ the virtues demanded.

The soldiers reminded them one more time of their position in heaven, and that all the virtues would recieve punishment if they kept interfering with direct orders from the council, their words fell on deaf ears a nother wave of protest rang out from the crowd.

The daring virtue with the red sash spoke up again, surely this one must have been sent to heaven for her sense of justice and fearless pursuit of it. She stepped forward, got so close that he had to crane his neck to see more than just her greaves.

„ So whatever you wish that others would do to you, do also to them, for this is the Law and the Prophets.“ she quoted from the holy scripture „Those are the teachings, those are the words of the lord brought to us by his prophets when we still walked on earth. If I were wounded and weak, I'd hope for the help of my fellows, I'd hope at least one of them would be willing to extend me their hand, especially if I spent all my existence fighting in their name when they were too weak to do it by themself. By denying us to extend our hand and denying him the help and rest he clearly needs YOU are in direct defiance of the will of the lord.“ she accused, jabbing a finger pointedly at the helmet of one of the soldiers.

The accused soldier smacked her hand away with the pole of his spear „You are not like us, we are heaven born and as such it is our most holy duty to enforce the lords will, by failing to do so he has violated our highest of commands and therefore he must be judged accordingly. As is the will of the heavenly council“

„is the council the lord?“ the girl asked simply as she took a few steps backwards, to which the guard replied with a confused and stuttered „n-no? They simply rule in his absence, until the father returns“.

„Then why is the council acting like their oders are above the lords word? So then, as we have opportunity, let us do good to everyone, and especially to those who are of the household of faith.“ she quoted once more and shook her head in disappointment „ The council has fallen victim to their own self-importance it would seem. And yet they dare to claim that they are reenforcing these teachings when they are clearly going against them, and against one of their own too! Seems like the council is made up of just a bunch of HYPOCRITES.“

Her last words rang loud and clear through the gardens of heaven, even the crowd went silent for a moment, a moment in which he could feel the grasp of the soldiers slipping on his arms as he saw them point their spears at her while he himself made a quick decent towards the floor.

A small lesser virtue, the one that had inspected him before mayhaps, quickly squeezed itself in between his chestplate and the cold marble, softening the fall and keeping him up just enough to see the mass of both greater and lesser virtues turn from the calming bright blue that they usually were to a sea of hot burning red as the soldiers charged the brave greater virtue that still stood there, unmoving.

Her hands were calmly clasped behind her as he stared directly into his vizor, her fellow virtues quite literally throwing themselves at the attacking soldiers „Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends We both know that what ever the council may decide will not be a true and just judgement for the scale of your percieved offence. You and your brothers have fought for us all your life and we understand that's what you were made for, but still, we never got the chance to return the favour. So, just this once, let us be the ones fighting for you.“

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Some tidbits (words and explanations for shit that might be unclear):

A Cuirass is a metal chest plate, the backplate is called a plackart

Tassets are the metal bits on his hips, in medieval armor they are normaly attached to a thing called „faulds“which is an armor piece that is supposed to protect your waist and attached to the cuirass bzt gabe is clearly missing it cuz his whole ass waistline and tummy is just out and about, so he has them on a belt instead.

I called his boots thighboots bc that is what that type of legarmor is usually called in mmorpgs, but technicly those are a full set of a cuisse (the thigh bit), a poleyn (knee bit), greave (shin bit), and sabaton (the feet bit)

I wrote that lucifer is in a frozen pit because the game is loosely based off/inspired by dantes inferno and in the inferno our boy luci, along with all the other traitors, is frozen up to his nips in a lake at the deepest point of hell (the humans that were sent there are deeper in the ice than just that but that's not important here) But yeah for heaven I did NOT take notes from the divine comedy (the thing that dantes inferno is only part 1/3 of) because...yeah what the fuck even is that??? so I just took inspiration from the Mt.Gulg dungeon in ffxiv bc shit do be looking pretty angelic.

Metatron is often credited as the heavenly scribe

„So whatever you wish that others would do to you, do also to them, for this is the Law and the Prophets.“ Matthew 7:12

„So then, as we have opportunity, let us do good to everyone, and especially to those who are of the household of faith.“ Galatians 6:10

„Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends.“ John 15:13

...so yeah um this whole fic was born out of this beautiful youtube comment

under a lyrics video from „with hearts aligned“ from ffxiv (don't look it up if you're planning on playing the endwalker expansion, big spoiler!) and also kinda by how humans will get very passionate about the people they bond with and will do a lot of risky shit in order to help eachother. In this case I though that the humans and gabriel have shepheard/hearding dog kinda dynamic...and in this case the other dogs find out what the herd does when you decide to take a bite at their bonded hearding dog (there is this lady one village over who has sheep and a dog that lives with the sheep 24/7, the dog got attacked by a person with a knife once, the sheep did not like that at all)

#ultrakill #ultrakill fanfiction #ultrakill oc #the scribe #she has no name yet #me surry #gabriel ultrakill #gabriel pov #fun fact: before dantes inferno the idea of hell was simply a void with complete absence of god #so absicly like the void was before god started creating things #in other words: the current iteration of christianity that is being portrayed and sold nowerdays #is based 100% off of bible fanfiction #and we see how that turned out #an early warning of whats to comed with the whole wattpad book printing situation #/j #but ey now you have an introduction to almost all my ultrakill ocs #only the ferrymaiden is missing #but they‘ll get their time to shine dw

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howdoyousleep3 · 1 year

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Zemo reaches into his jacket and retrieves a photograph, not caring in the slightest that Bucky is so obviously to the point of breaking down into tears. He’d surely enjoy it. He hands Bucky the photograph, sliding it over to him on the table and— Bucky can’t breathe for entirely different reasons now. This is a picture of the most beautiful man Bucky has ever set eyes on. He’s rocked by the sight of this Steve Rogers. The first thing Bucky notices are his tattoos and what seems to be an endless amount of ink covering his skin. Even donning a form-fitting, midnight navy suit, his tattoos peek out from the open collar of his crisp dress shirt and slip up his neck. They’re on the back of his hands too, dipping between what look like thick, capable fingers, a few of them donning rings. The tattoos alone are enough to make Bucky’s mouth water. But he takes up space, even in this photo of him getting out of a well tinted SUV. His presence through the picture leaves Bucky breathless, as does his close-cut beard and golden hair that falls to his jawline, long and artfully unkempt. The hard look on his face keeps Bucky’s breath from him even longer, a set jaw and a stern set of eyebrows doing wild things to his stomach. He's aroused and honestly a little frightened by this man. "James Barnes— meet your future husband...”

───── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.────── you're the light, you're the night | bucky's introduction

#howdoyousleep #my writing #you're the light you're the night #character introduction #steve rogers #fanfiction #stucky fanfiction #stucky #steve rogers x bucky barnes #mafia au #mth fic #mth 2021 #omg why am i so nervous hahaaahahaaaa

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thelastspeecher · 1 year

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Okay I finally got around to writing up the next thing for my Foster Ford AU. I, uh, I already knew exactly what I wanted to write (I drive a lot for work and come up with fic stuff during those drives), but Life kept me from actually writing it down. But here it is! Happy Saturday. :)

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Stan was finishing up dinner by the time his wife, Angie, walked into their house. He looked over his shoulder.

“Hey, babe.”

“Hey yourself,” Angie said cheekily. She slipped her shoes off, placing them in the basket by the door. “Somethin’ smells good.”

“It’s just pasta.”

“And?” Angie asked pointedly. “Does it bein’ pasta mean it shouldn’t smell good?” Stan turned back to the stove, hiding a smile.

Love when she tells me off in that sexy southern accent of hers.

“Sorry it took me so long to get home,” Angie continued. She sighed heavily. “It took me forever to finish gradin’ my students’ labs, and after I finished those, I had to clean some cages.”

“It’ll be good practice for that zoo job you’ve got lined up after you graduate,” Stan said.

“Oh please, I don’t need any practice cleanin’ after animals,” Angie scoffed. “I grew up on a farm, ‘member? I’ve been cleanin’ after animals since I was old enough to hold a broom. I just wish I could get home sooner. I hate to leave ya with all the food prep.”

“Eh, you and Shermie taught me enough kitchen stuff to keep me from setting things on fire,” Stan said with a shrug. Angie chuckled. “Sit down. I’ll bring you dinner.” Stan scooped pasta into a bowl, sprinkled cheese on top, and then brought it to Angie sitting on the couch in the adjacent living room. As he handed the bowl over to her, Angie raised an eyebrow at him.

“What are ya tryin’ to butter me up for?”

“Why do you assume I’m trying to butter you up?”

“You even put the cheese on fer me.” Angie cocked her head. “Somethin’s on yer mind.”

“You can see right through me,” Stan mumbled. He shooed the cat off the couch, then sat next to Angie. “I told you about this kid at school, Stan.”

“Yes. You did.” Angie set her bowl on the coffee table, on top of an old National Geographic magazine. “Poor thing’s in foster care, right?”

“Yeah.” Stan took a deep breath. “And…there’s a pretty big thing I haven’t mentioned about him.”

“What?”

“He looks exactly like my twin brother.”

“You’ve got a twin brother?” Angie asked. Stan winced. “Stanley Pines, we’re married! And we’ve known each other how long? Why would ya keep such a big secret from me?” She crossed her arms. “Ya better have a good reason.”

“I do.”

“Then spill.”

“Ford – that’s my twin’s name – and I were pretty close growing up. I mean, we’re twins. Sorta required. But in high school, well, it all got ruined.”

“How?”

“He did this science fair project that caught the attention of some fancy school on the other side of the country. He was…he was gonna leave me behind. And I- I got angry.”

“Oh, no,” Angie said quietly. “In yer anger, did ya do somethin’ ya regret?”

“Yes,” Stan said quietly. Angie gasped. “Not- whatever you’re thinking, it’s not that bad. I went to the school where Ford’s experiment was and, okay, this is gonna sound stupid, but I shouted at it for taking my brother away from me.”

“That don’t sound stupid.”

“Yeah, you named your violin.”

“Fiddle, and she came with the name.”

“You’re just making my point for me,” Stan said. Angie rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. So, ya went to yell at the experiment. Don’t sound too bad.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not done yet.” Angie gestured for him to continue. “I- I got angry and I hit the table it was on and the next thing I knew it was smoking and wasn’t moving and-” Stan shook his head. He could feel hot guilt pulsing at the base of his neck, like it always did when he thought about that day. “I thought I fixed it. So I didn’t tell Ford.”

“You didn’t tell- you thought you fixed it?” Angie asked incredulously. “What kind of project was this?”

“Uh, I think it was called a perpetual motion machine,” Stan said, scratching his chin idly. When Angie didn’t say anything, he looked at her. She was gaping, shocked. “What?”

“Yer brother made a workin’ perpetual motion machine?” she squeaked. Stan nodded. She began to tug on her hair. “You- what- how?”

“Hey, what have I told you about leaving your hair alone?” Stan said playfully, pulling her hands away from her hair. “It’s too pretty to get all torn out.” Angie put her head in her hands. “Is a perpetual motion machine a big thing?”

“Yes. It is.”

“I’m kinda surprised you know what it is. I thought your brother was the one who makes machines.”

“He is.” Angie dragged her hands down her face. “But ya don’t need to be an engineer to know perpetual motion machines ain’t s’pposed to be possible!”

“Yeah, Ford- Ford’s pretty smart.”

“Sounds like it.” Angie shook her head. “Okay. You thought you fixed a perpetual motion machine- now that’s just a crazy sentence what came out of my mouth. What happened next?”

“I didn’t tell Ford. I didn’t want him to think I did it on purpose. Of course, that’s what he thought when it turned out I didn’t actually fix it. Don’t think it needs to be said, but I’ll say it anyway. He didn’t get into the fancy school. At home, we got into a big fight over it and my Pops kicked me out.”

“Over a broken science fair project?” Angie asked softly.

“Honestly, I think he was just looking for an excuse to get rid of me.”

“How old were ya?”

“Seventeen.”

“Oh, Lordy,” Angie breathed. She put a hand on Stan’s knee. “Darlin’…”

“That’s why I was living with Shermie when we met,” Stan continued, trying to ignore the tears beginning to prick the corners of his eyes. “He heard what happened, tracked me down, and thanks to him, I got my GED, got a community college degree, and met you.” Stan smiled at Angie. Angie returned the expression. It was the same sweet smile she made the day they met in the coffee shop, when she realized Stan had put extra whipped cream on her hot chocolate. As a barista, it was what he usually did to flirt with pretty ladies, but even then, when Angie smiled at him, he knew she was different.

“I see why ya didn’t mention him to me ‘fore,” Angie said. She squeezed Stan’s knee. “But in the future, please, share these things. I know they aren’t pleasant, but we’re married. I’m here to help ya shoulder the burden of the unhappy things. You do that with me. Let me do that with you.”

“No promises.”

“Oh, Stan,” Angie sighed. She shook her head. “What am I goin’ to do with ya? Ya need to be willin’ to be more emotionally vulnerable.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do. Especially if my suspicions as to why ya brought up this kid at school what looks like yer twin are correct.”

“Can’t pull the wool over your eyes.”

“Nope.” Angie leaned back, crossing her arms. “Now, either confirm or deny my theory. Why’d ya bring him up? More specifically, why’d ya bring up the fact he looks so much like yer twin brother?”

“All right. No beating around the bush.” Stan took a deep breath. “I think he’s Ford’s son.” He raised an eyebrow. “Did I confirm or deny?”

“Confirm.”

“Figured.”

“Do ya have any other evidence supportin’ this idea?”

“Yes.”

“Really?” Angie said. Stan nodded. “I’m interested in hearin’ it, then.”

“When I realized there was a kid at school who looked just like Ford and even had the same name-”

“Wait.” Angie held up a hand. “I thought you said the kid was named Stan.”

“It’s short for Stanford. So is Ford,” Stan explained. Angie steepled her fingers thoughtfully. “What?”

“Yer parents named their twin sons Stanley ‘n Stanford.”

“Yeah.”

“Sweet sarsaparilla.”

“You don’t have any right to talk about names, Banjolina.”

“Ugh. Fair.” Angie waved her hand. “Continue.”

“Anyways, when I realized this kid looked like Ford and even had the same name, I asked Shermie if he’d heard from Ford recently. He said he hadn’t, but that he would check with Mom. Mom told him Ford hadn’t called her in almost two years.”

“Huh. Unless that’s typical of him, I’d consider that to be rather concernin’.”

“Apparently, he called Mom every week, unless he was too busy. But he always called her at least once a month,” Stan said. Angie nodded slowly. “So, yeah, concerning. He was doing research in some town in Oregon called Gravity Falls when he dropped off the face of the Earth. Guess where the kid at school was found.”

“Gravity Falls?”

“Bingo.” Stan ran a hand through his hair. “I just- it can’t be a coincidence!”

“Stranger things have happened,” Angie mumbled. She frowned. “Is yer twin the kind of person to abandon his son? When you’ve mentioned him ‘fore, you’ve said he was abandoned.”

“No. Ford’s not the kinda person to just leave his kid and skip town.” Stan looked down at the floor, a sudden tight feeling in his chest. “At least. Not the Ford I knew. I think- Shermie said that Ford was doing research in the woods in Gravity Falls. I think Ford probably brought his kid on some hike with him. Something happened to Ford, but his kid got away and was found wandering around.”

“Research? What kind?”

“Dunno.” Stan paused. He looked at Angie. “Do you think it’s relevant?” Angie shrugged.

“Could be. Was a missin’ person report ever formally filed fer yer twin?”

“Shermie said Mom called the cops after a year without anything from Ford. The cops didn’t see anything suspicious at Ford’s place, and some lumberjack and his wife said they were looking after the place while Ford was gone.”

“Then the answer is no,” Angie said.

“I think so, yeah. The lumberjack and his wife made it sound like Ford would be back eventually.”

“I get the feelin’ these cops might not be stellar at their job,” Angie said idly. She smirked. “Love it when the pigs are incompetent.”

“Moses, Angie, I’m trying to be serious, and you’re saying something stupid sexy,” Stan said playfully. Angie laughed. “I agree, though.”

“About the cops in Gravity Falls bein’ bad or that cops what don’t know what they’re doin’ are the best?”

“Both. I mean, this kid at school, his last name isn’t even Pines! I bet the cops misheard him or something.”

“Or that’s the last name of his mother,” Angie suggested. Stan rubbed his chin.

“That’s possible, yeah. Ford’s not a relationship kinda guy. Maybe this kid was from a one-night-stand or something and the mom dropped him off with Ford.”

“Did anyone in yer fam’ly suspect yer twin to have a child?”

“Uh. No. But even though Ford called Mom all the time, he didn’t tell her much. Just that he was eating well and getting exercise. And honestly, I don’t blame him for wanting to keep a kid secret from her. She’d go nuts and make it a whole thing.”

“I see,” Angie murmured. Stan scowled at the expression on her face. She wasn’t convinced.

“You don’t believe me.”

“It’s not that I don’t believe you. I just think it could all be a coincidence.”

“Ang, you don’t get it! This kid is a frickin’ genius like Ford and seriously, he looks just like him. Extra fingers and everything!” Stan protested. Angie blinked.

“…Pardon?”

“What are you pardoning?”

“Extra…”

“…fingers. Yeah. Probably shoulda led with that, huh?”

“Holy horseradish.” Angie leaned in, excitement suddenly sparkling in her brilliant blue eyes. “Stanley, you’ve got a twin brother what’s a polydactyl?”

“Is that the fancy science word for extra fingers?” Stan asked. Angie nodded. “Then yes.”

“That’s astonishin’! In what way is he a polydactyl? Ya said extra fingers. Is it a fully formed, fully functional extra digit?” Angie asked intently.

“Yeah.”

“Is it his pinky finger, his thumb, or one of the middle three?”

“I don’t-”

“And ya said fingers, plural. How many extra does he have?”

“Two. One on each hand.”

“Are his hands symmetrical?”

“Yes.”

“Golly gee.” Angie shook her head. “That’s- okay, polydactyly ain’t exactly common to begin with. But most polydactyls don’t got a full extra finger, they got an extra nubbin. And then addin’ perfect symmetry on top of that? That’s an incredibly rare case!”

“The doctors said something like that when we were kids,” Stan mumbled.

“Does polydactyly run in yer fam’ly? Do either of yer parents have it?”

“No.”

“Then it must be an in utero mutation-”

“Angie,” Stan said firmly. Angie stopped mid-sentence. “I love it when you get all excited about science. But we need to focus.”

“Right. Right. Sorry.” Angie smiled sheepishly. “It can be dif’cult to turn off biology mode sometimes.”

“Since Ford’s…polydactyly is such a rare kind, does that help my case, since the kid at school has it the same way?” Stan asked. Angie frowned thoughtfully.

“The fact they share a rare version of polydactyly, to me, ain’t as significant as the fact they share bein’ polydactyls of any sort. Polydactyly has what we call variable expressivity. It can show up a lot of dif’rent ways, and just ‘cause two folks who have it are related, it don’t mean they’ll have it in the same way.”

“Huh?”

“Think about it this way,” Angie said. “I got blonde hair, right?” Stan nodded. “And so do two of my brothers. But only one of ‘em has hair the same shade as mine. Same sort of principle applies to polydactyly.”

“You’re dumbing it down for me, aren’t you?” Stan asked. Angie tilted her head one way, then the other way.

“…Maybe. But it helped ya understand what I was gettin’ at, didn’t it?”

“It did.”

“Good! So, sharin’ the exact same kind of polydactyly don’t necessarily mean relation. But sharin’ polydactyly in general could! It’s pretty rare and generally dominant, so assumin’ yer twin is heterozygous fer it, any offspring of his would have a 50% chance of bein’ polydactyls too.”

“So you’re saying…”

“I don’t think yer barkin’ up the wrong tree,” Angie said. Stan felt tension he didn’t know he was carrying leave his shoulders. “We can reach out to Stan’s foster parents and ask to get in touch with the CPS officer in charge of his case. Let ‘em do their own investigation and see what happens.”

“Yeah.” Stan ran a hand through his hair. “Okay. We’ll do that. And if it turns out this kid, Stan, if he’s actually Ford’s son…”

“We do what we need to become foster parents,” Angie said quietly, “and we take him in.”

“Ang…”

“It’s better fer kids to be placed with fam’ly when possible. And since yer already close to the boy, it’d be the easiest adjustment fer him to stay with us.” When Stan didn’t say anything, Angie cocked her head. “I know that was what ya wanted to do when ya started this conversation.”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t expecting you to agree to it so quickly.” Stan managed a weak smirk. “Guess I didn’t need to butter you up after all.”

“Now, who can say whether that cheese on my pasta was the determinin’ factor?” Angie teased. “Speakin’ of…” She turned back to her dinner. “Dr. Whiskers!”

“Darn it, cat, don’t eat that!” Stan snapped, shooing the cat away from the bowl of pasta it had already made a dent in. Dr. Whiskers meowed plaintively, hopped off the coffee table, and sauntered away. “Ugh. I’ll get you a new one.”

“We should prob’ly try to teach Dr. Whiskers to stop eatin’ our food,” Angie said idly as Stan got up from the couch. “That ain’t the first time he’s pulled this.”

“Yeah.” Stan looked around. “Where’s the spray bottle?”

“I think I put it in the bathroom after we finished with yer trainin’,” Angie answered. When Stan got hired as a teacher, he recruited Angie to help him stave off his habit of swearing so that he didn’t upset any parents by letting a four-letter word slip. The method Angie went with was unconventional, to be sure, but effective.

“Still can’t believe you sprayed me with water any time I swore.”

“It worked, didn’t it?”

“A little too well,” Stan muttered. He didn’t even really swear at home anymore. “Wonder if we can use it if the kid causes trouble.”

“No,” Angie said immediately.

“What, you can spray me but you draw the line at a kid?”

“Yes.”

“Huh.” Stan grinned at Angie. “I knew you were mom material.” Angie smiled.

“And yer goin’ to make an amazin’ father.”

“Damn straight,” Stan said firmly. Angie raised an eyebrow. “…Darn straight.”

#fanfiction #Gravity Falls #Gravity Falls AU #Foster Ford AU #Stanley Pines #Angie McGucket #Stangie #sorry Ford isn't actually in this one #he'll be in the next one probably #(I shouldn't have started doing all this for this AU #I have multichaps to work on!)#also I know I actually got a couple followers from my Foster Ford stuff #so for those of you who arrived for that reason here is your introduction to my darling OC Angie #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks

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