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vezinas · 1 month

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me when the function got critical flyers foundation lore

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pyrecryptid · 1 year

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Dreamling Spy AU: Quartermaster!Dream & Agent!Hob

[insert "Dream being very good at handling Hob's gun" joke here]

#the sandman #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #morpheus #viarts #spy au #yeah i based it off a scene from a james bond movie i never watched inspiration comes from many places #tq wizardofgoodfortune for being my hypeman #dreamling quartermaster au

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tomboxed · 1 month

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HA get cagetsunged

#spy au save me #save me spy au #it hasn't been leaving me alone therefor i had to draw it #those two as spies #end sentence #hell yeah #mortal kombat #mk1 2023 #mk1 #shang tsung #johnny cage #cagetsung #cageshang #this was also perchance an excuse to draw suits and guns but shhhh no one needs to know that

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unforth · 3 months

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@esper-aroon has enabled me, so here let me scream at y'all about The Imperial Uncle.

Okay, so I recently read The Imperial Uncle (Huang Shu) by Da Feng Gua Guo from Peach Flower House and I really loved it??? It's first person pov, mlm, about the Emperor's uncle Jing Chengjun, who is mistrusted by everyone simply because of who his parents were and his position, and so he's basically given up on trying to convince people that he's actually a nice, decent person without ulterior motives. He's super trapped by his position, and there's so much he can't say and do, and he's also a hopeless romantic, like, from his own mouth all he really wants is to sleep beside and wake up next to someone who actually gives a shit about him, and even that is basically out of reach in his life. Like, the book starts with his wife (who he has never once had sex with) storming into a meeting he's having and announcing he's a cuckold and she's pregnant.

But also, this poor bastard really thinks he knows what's going on and his very smart. Very unreliable narrator. He's actually kinda a hilarious, impulsive himbo. But the TL:DR is that his loneliness and isolation and the extent to which he's politically trapped routinely lead him to make absolutely terrible decisions.

E. Danglar's translation is absolutely gorgeous, too, and... idk, if you love political plots, melodramatic idiot main characters, a dose of pining, and a slow burn that eventually pays off, come take a look??? (some people think it's a love triangle??? idk, I never really got that vibe, I never felt it was really in doubt which of the two potential dudes he'd end up with, but maybe I only feel that way because I got it right, lmao).

Anyway, I can't stop thinking about how these two idiots end up finally finding each other and getting together, and I have an entire AU in my head (a modern corporate one) and part of another (canon divergent from like a decade before the book starts), and I just want people to love this book as much as I did and scream with me about it.

#unforth rambles #da feng gua guo #the imperial uncle #huang shu #the first au is jing chengjun and li ransi meet and have a fling during a vacation #and then find out that they work for the same company #hijinks ensue #the other is an au that starts with what if jing chengjun's father had actually been accused and convicted of treason #whether he was guilty or not #and his family was sentenced to death #but because jing chengjun is a youth he is instead made into a eunuch and forced into servitude to the imperial family #i know it's a stretch that someone of his stature would be treated that way instead of killed or sold off as a slave #i just don't care #anyway he's given awful jobs at first and they leave him weak and sickly but eventually it because clear he really isn't a threat #and he's allowed to help raise the princes in the next generation including the crown prince #and he also gets to know the other young people around the palace but as a subservient slightly older person #instead of as their elder of higher rank #and then liu tongyi is like okay so everyone thinks you're useless do you want to be a spy for me and help me uncover treason #and he's like FUCK YEAH #and love unfolds from there ofc

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ricky-mortis · 1 month

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More SAF Mlp sillies bc I do what I want

Thanks to @cowardlykrow and @szollibisz for the cutie mark ideas, as well as every one of y’all that suggested something! Love y’all sm <3

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anonomi · 4 months

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Tfw your sniper doesn't listen to you on your conspiracy theories about the enemy spy, or believe you when you say that you see nothing inside his eyes and that you see him breathing but there is no sound, or that you see him clinging to life by a thread, his chest is hollow, his flesh is charred, there are bullets under his skin but he JUST WONT DIE

Yeah

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fedoraspooky · 5 months

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Heck with it *tosses AU where he was developed in the lab as a dragon hybrid onto the massive pile of AUs as well*

Don't look at me, blame @mysticdoodles for this adorableness XD

#littol baby man #this is what happens to comfort ocs they get buried under a thousand what-if scenarios XD ;#baby dragon AU #myOCs #Charlie #cosmic fiasco #probs won't be as fleshed out as canon or cryptid au but i wanted to doodle this so yeah XD #but yeah to explain #basically aria corp experimented with dragon eggs and gene splicing with low amounts of human dna to allow for better control #only two eggs survived- a fire dragon and an ice dragon #the fire egg was lost in transport- Tikki found it and raised the baby dragon that hatched from it #the ice egg hatched in the facility- that dragon underwent rigorous training and a strict upbringing #and was later sent to recapture his firey 'half-brother' (while the eggs were from different nests the human dna used was the same)#after a few fights the ice dragon starts to spend more time spying on his quarry #and realizes hey... fire dragon kinda has a way better life than he does...#basically tikki ends up raising two half-dragons that are constantly bickering with each other lol

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likesdoodling · 3 months

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Was thinking about random stuff, like crossovers and drawing ideas, and small adorable anime protagonists-

And I remembered a concept I'd had about a spy family plus ascendance of a bookworm crossover-

:D

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benoitblanc · 4 months

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doing fic research and apparently before 1975 the fbi had a minimum height requirement of five foot seven. which is so fucking funny to me because uh. sorry scully

#1970s txf au: i say blevins have you picked a spy yet? what about this über-rational scientist? she'll tear mulder to shreds!#yeah sorry carl. she's only 5'2"#hmm... okay blevins never mind then thanks anyway #arwen.text #the x files

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daisychainsandbowties · 10 months

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thinking a normal amount about a treasure planet au. Beatrice on her solar kiteboard, doing the daredevil flip sequence framed against the setting sun and then getting hauled kicking and screaming back to her parents’ house in manacles with a defiant expression on her perpetually dirt-smudged face.

climbing out the window at the first opportunity to go down to the dockside inn, making nebulous plans to steal her kiteboard back but ending up down at the edge of the dock staring past her boots and into the mists. gripping tight to the wood beneath her as she looks up at the sky and dreams of anywhere but here, of stealing a skiff to get off this planet. a reluctant twinge at the thought of going alone.

Bea with all her star maps and her intricate knowledge of spaceships and their solar sails and how to navigate out there where the artigrav net is all that stands between you and floating through nothing, forever.

startling when she hears the familiar sound of someone booking it down the pier on wooden crutches. night has already started to speckle the sky above, and as she listens to the thunk of the crutches on the pier, Bea thinks of the complicated metallic lattice she has on her desk at home, partly disassembled because she’s still trying to work out parts of the engineering. Ava’s birthday is in a month.

she has to stay that long, and then she’ll leave. she will.

turning to watch as Ava races towards her with soup stains on her shirt and messy hair jammed flat beneath a ‘pirate’ hat she bought off of a traveling salesman last year. the tricorn wobbles precariously on her head as she moves. Beatrice just waits, a slight smile on her face.

there are bruises high on each of her arms, from the pincer-like grip of the police bots, manhandling her away from her kiteboard to snap manacles around each wrist.

she rubs at the skin there, but ignores the bruises.

when Ava arrives, a little out of breath, Beatrice holds up a hand so she can help herself down onto the pier. there’s no water beneath them, only a few hundred meters of empty air and curling mist.

Ava keeps one hand on Bea’s and the other on her shoulder, letting the crutches clatter down between them as she sits.

“Mom says you got arrested again,” Ava says cheerfully. “She says they’re threatening to send you to prison.”

Beatrice shrugs, “I wouldn’t mind it, so long as my parents did not visit.”

Ava’s fingers are covered in bright red band-aids, from chopping vegetables all day with her poor hand dexterity. Beatrice watches the colours blur as Ava punches her in the arm, right on the bruises. “Liar, I know you’d miss me.”

her arm throbs painfully, but Beatrice’s expression is carefully neutral as she responds.

“I might.”

she stays with Ava that night, both of them reading her old book with its floating images of ships and canons and pirates leaping from vessel to vessel. Captain Flint, materialising out of empty space to steal away gems and gold, “the loot of a thousand worlds.” Ava traces the projected lines of the solar sails with her fingers as they flicker into being.

Beatrice has repaired the book over and over, making the colours brighter and sharper. the tiny shapes of pirates all made up of light. Ava has the book open on Bea’s chest as she lies next to her, legs all entangled in the sheets they’ve kicked off because the night is so warm.

she seems oblivious to how Beatrice’s breath hitches at almost every touch.

they’re almost asleep when they hear the explosion, a ship crashing into the cliff-side, tumbling over and over before they hear the pop and hiss of heated metal. a bloom of smoke outside the window.

Beatrice gives Ava a piggyback ride down the stairs just before Ava’s ‘mom’, Suzanne, emerges with her pulse-rifle primed, hair loose around her shoulders.

they stumble into the yard and discover a pirate, a robot, still bleeding from a wound in his abdomen, crawling from the wreck of his ship. Beatrice heaves a shard of twisted metal away from him and finds the surface slippery with blood.

behind her, Ava sways a little, shivers in the cold air, but she’s still standing when Beatrice turns back to her.

the dying pirate tells them almost nothing useful. he’s half-mad, cluching at Beatrice’s shirt until the seams tear at the collar, then turning to Ava. he fetches out a lockbox from his ship, blood spilling onto the ground at the movement. unlocks it and takes odd sphere from inside.

it drops into Ava’s palm as he rasps, “Whatever you do, don’t let them find it.”

then he wheezes, shudders, stills.

they stare at him, Ava’s free hand finding Bea’s, holding tight.

“Is he… dead?” Ava’s voice in the silence and the dark.

“I think so.”

then, in a burst of light and sound, in a shockwave of displaced air, a ship plummets down out of the clouds, pulling up an instant from the ground.

this second ship looms down out of the sky, pirates dropping from it and suddenly Suzanne is screaming at them to “GET INSIDE” from an upstairs window as she takes potshots at the misshapen shapes swarming down lines of hempen rope.

the air lights up with orange and yellow as explosions ripple down towards the crashed ship, towards the inn. Bea flings one of Ava’s arms around her neck and sprints for the door, Ava holding the sphere (or map?) tightly against her chest.

she sets Ava down gently onto one of the bar stools, runs back to barricade the door. her face is flushed, streaked somehow with engine grease and robot blood, which is black and slightly acidic.

they exchange a wide-eyed look, too much meaning in it to parse as explosions rock the floor. Ava has both hands clutched around the sphere.

they both almost scream as Suzanne runs down the stairs in a blur of dressing gown and gun. she has Ava’s crutches in one hand and her rifle in the other. she kisses Ava quickly on the forehead, “Thank the tides you’re safe.” leaves her with the crutches and then goes to fetch an ancient-looking blaster pistol out from behind the bar, presses it into Beatrice’s hands. “You know how to use this?”

“No!”

“Aim it away from your own face.”

and then there are pirates all around the house, glass breaking and fire crackling. Beatrice takes up the rear, pistol pointed at the front door as it bulges under the pressure of pirates flinging their bulk into it again and again.

they climb out of a window, Suzanne producing a kitchen knife and jamming it into the neck of a pirate loitering uncertainly outside the bolted shutters. there, covered by a tarp, is Suzanne’s old motorcycle with a sidecar attached. lantern-bugs scatter out from under it as Suzanne throws the old tarp away, gestures for Beatrice and Ava to climb in as she covers them with her rifle.

there’s a roar from somewhere in the dark and Suzanne fires a shot, hops onto the motorcycle and revs the engine. then they’re moving, pirates parting before them like the ocean neither of them have ever seen, the vast bodies of water that don’t even exist on this planet.

they seek refuge with Jillian, an archaeologist who frequents the old inn, claiming that she can’t make her coffee taste of anything but soap. she examines the orb, reluctantly passed into her hands by Ava, her and Bea wrapped in an old blanket, sitting by the fire in Jillian’s immense study.

Jillian fiddles with it for an age before sighing, looking almost angry with herself.

“I can’t… seem to make this work.”

Ava holds out her hand, silent. “let me try,” and Beatrice makes a face at Jillian when she hesitates.

the pirate gave the sphere to Ava; it’s hers.

it seems much larger in Ava’s small grip. she looks down at it for a while before her fingers start to move, slow but gathering momentum as she presses the little grooves and switches and indents on the sphere.

until it lights up, showing a map of the known universe, and parts of it that are unknown.

“Is that-” Beatrice feels her words drop away, like the ground beneath the pier where she has passed so many hours sitting with Ava’s hand in hers.

Ava turns to Beatrice, eyes bright as a pair of stars, “It’s treasure planet.”

#treasure planet au #warrior nun #avatrice #and yeah what about cyborg shannon & mary her first mate and their (pirate) spaceship/ literally just an 18th century frigate #thinking of shannon growing increasingly fond of beatrice who helps her with her star charts and the calculations for navigating space #both of them of course planning their betrayal but looking at these two girls slowly realising they're in love #furious conversations in the captain's cabin and lilith up in the crows nest half the time. cam pestering her with tea #🥹🥹 ava with morph the little pink blob who sure yeah belongs to shannon but hangs out 'spying' on mary in the kitchen #i just think ava and bea should run away and accidentally join a pirate crew together #it'll be fun (i say remembering the Black Hole Incident)#anyway maybe i will write this idk

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emily-mooon · 3 months

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60s spy au Nordegrim anyone?

#Neil’s the intel guy and Stacey’s the spy #if anyone wants me to talk about it I will cause I have some ideas sitting in the drafts #I’ve been a bit obsessed with 60s and 70s aesthetics in regards to fashion and stuff #ok bit of a lie I’ve been obsessed with it for awhile now #also 60s music slaps I’m sorry but the kinks and any other cool 60s mod band rock #this was a wip i made like a few days ago I’d say and it came out of wip hell!#for once I finished a wip i stopped working on for a awhile!#background pattern I got from Google and I recoloured it to match #I’m too lazy to even attempt to draw it myself ok?#same applies to the pattern on Stacey’s skirt except this time I’m just really bad at drawing straight lines and checkerboard patterns #last but not least sorry for my kinda garbage handwriting but I thought I was gonna ink it and not just make a fancy sketch #but yeah 60s aus make me happy :]#I really like them and wanna chuck the other Scott Pilgrim characters in funky and fun 60s outfits #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim comic #scott pilgrim takes off #stacey pilgrim #young neil #neil nordegraf #nordegrim #1960s au

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cuchufletapl · 1 year

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I'm thinking today about Becky's crush on Loid—or, more specifically, about Anya's reaction to it. Which is none, essentially, no reaction if memory serves me well, because she's four or five years old and has no grasp on romance (she knows love to be a thing between a mum and a dad, and probably has seen what marital behaviour is like, which explains why she has pointed out Loid and Yor flirting a couple of times; but she doesn't really get what romantic love is and how it's different from platonic/familial. I don't think Becky truly does either, for that matter, but since she watches romance dramas she's already formed certain fantasies and expectations in her mind).

Anyway, she's too young now to understand that Becky crushed on her father really hard for a while there, but she won't be forever. At some point, ten or twelve years in the future, Anya has to stop, think back, and turn to her best friend to ask, "Did you use to have the hots for my dad when we were first years or was that a fever dream?"

From that point on I can see two diverging paths, I can't decide which is funnier.

Option A: Becky tries to deny it out of pure embarrassment, to no avail. Anya has blackmail forever.

("If we're going to match, we're not going to the costume party dressed as Spy Wars characters, Anya, I'll die of cringe."

"That's alright, you can just go as a homewrecker."

"What?"

"And we can show my mum and see what she thinks of it."

"... Are you implying what I think you're impl— Okay, well, I guess the dresses of the Bondman girls are kind of cute.)

Option B: Becky doubles down, and not only does she tell Anya to her face that Dr Forger is very much as DILF, but honestly? Mrs Forger is the MILFest MILF to ever MILF.

Anya screams in the middle of the hallway.

#anya: hey remember that time I punched damian so hard he crashed into a wall #becky: yeah?#anya: you'd do good to remember #anya forger has the curse of attractive parents may god give her strength #anya forger #becky blackbell #spy x family #my AUs and headcanons

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alexgalaxyboo · 1 year

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It all started with one thought. Hey I rlly wanna draw some sort of femme fatale esque Soap.

So I went to bother @hyperfixationwizard about it, as you do.

The initial idea was obviously that he's seducing Ghost but then I thought hey it'd also be really cool if he was seducing some other dude (which of course ended up being Graves) and Ghost was his like.. bodyguard I guess.

Cue a metric fuckton of pining and jealousy they're in denial about.

So—to set the scene. The 141 and co are some sort of secret spy group blah blah blah, tasked with gaining very important information from none other than the CEO of Shadow Corporations, who is none other than Philip Graves of course.

Soap and Ghost are leading the mission, with Soap intended to seduce Graves, earn his trust and then gain access into .. like the company's super secret database so they can find the info they need to expose them. Or something. The plot is still in progress (he says, meanwhile together with Hype they wrote approximately 6k words or so between the two of them).

The plan is simple, or at least it seems simple enough until Ghost starts finding himself very very jealous that Soap is flirting with Graves. Like how dare that asshole even LOOK in his direction. Not because he's in love with him or anything, absolutely not what are you on about.

Soap of course is no less interested in Ghost—big guy, mysterious and cool, nice voice, what is he missing, really—and maybe he is more friendly chatty and flirty than he claims he is with everyone. Even if he was, Ghost can't really tell because he's busy being down bad so it's fine.

And things go according to plan, y'know? Attend a gala here, go to some fancy meeting there, maybe a date for like.. golf or whatever stupid rich assholes do, I wouldn't know, but they're earning Graves' trust and that's all that matters.

And maybe somewhere in between all that, Soap and Ghost kind of have.. a Moment™ where Soap asks for help to put a necklace on and asks Ghost for help. There's something about the feeling of his bare fingertips (because he'd have to take his gloves off, no?) so faintly brushing against the skin on his back, something about the intimacy of literally baring his neck to Ghost (because he trusts him and it's quickly becoming clear he doesn't just trust Ghost to watch his back he trusts Simon) and somewhere between all of those some things they probably stay frozen there in front of the mirror for longer than they should've and longer than it should've been acceptable.

They do snap out of it though, with Soap meeting Ghost's gaze through the mirror and shooting him a wink before hurrying off pretending his cheeks weren't burning red.

Funnily enough, that same night or maybe a day or two later, when Graves presents Soap with a necklace as a gift and insists on helping him put it on himself, Ghost finds his blood boiling at the way his hands linger around Soap's neck, peering over his back to admire the pretty piece of jewelry and is about seconds away from murdering him on the spot—subtlety and diplomacy of the mission be damned.

Ta-da!

(there's ,, more to it I guess but this post is getting very long so ,, feel free to ask anything and everything as always lmao)

#blah blalex #ghoap spy au #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghoap #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #philip graves #codmw2 #call of duty #trans john soap mactavish #did i mention that? i don't think i did. but yeah he's trans. ofc he is. me and hype made this what else could he be.

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kingsandbastardz · 3 months

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