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grandkhan221b · 9 months
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More spidersoka stuff! This started as a fun character design thing but I've turned it into a full blown AU woops
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mushramoo · 4 months
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I feel like we don’t talk abt this enough. bro’s daughter would go in for a hug and snap him in half
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runningoutofbooks · 7 months
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There should be a documentary style film about Lemony Snicket with all the sources from The Unauthorized Autobiography and the Leading Snicket Expert needs to be Daniel Handler
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notemaker · 7 months
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In which Donnie grew up a lone Cryptid in the forest, but remained a technological genius with three far-off brothers at heart.
Purple Moss Au fresh from the pan!
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marsspeedway · 1 month
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I think Tumblr likes the COLLEGE AU and I love the AUs…. THEN GABRIEL PLAYS THE VIOLIN (the original idea) AND THE KEYBOARD WHY NOT.
The fanfic was inspired by: https://www.tumblr.com/themachine/742337025681850368/happy-friends-day-everybody
If you are willing to read 2725 words of a work in progress about Gabriel and V1 here it is: *English is not my first language so sorry if there are mistakes, this is mostly translated with an online translator and some corrections by me.
Gabriel really didn't expect to find some dusty old belongings when he returned to his parents' house for a small family dinner with his mother, his two older brothers and a few other relatives he's not very close to. He didn't expect to find Michael so excited when his mother pointed out that he was in the attic, nor did he expect Michael to have taken most of the items out of the boxes when he got there.
The items were scattered on the floor, a few other boxes and the small folding table they kept there. Most of it was his father's stuff, junk or trash he doesn't care about but knows his mother doesn't have the heart to throw away; not when it's the last memories she has of his father before he disappeared.
Gabriel remembers him: a tall, elegant man, extremely strict and whom he had very little time to be around. Even his brothers, who should have known him better, don't know much about him either.
Now, standing here in the dusty air caused by Michael snooping and rummaging through boxes, Gabriel looks around. The attic is not small although neither is his house so he finds it normal. They keep huge amounts of antiques from his grandparents and even great-grandparents or older ancestors that he has only heard stories about. For example: an old desk that belonged to a writer in his family, one of those huge clocks that he remembers they had for a long time in their living room and that he still remembers jumping out of fright every time it rang, Raphael's old drum set is also lying around dismantled and of course Michael's cello in a corner next to the drums on the floor.
Gabriel looks at them and clearly remembers that these things didn't go there, these used to be in a deeper part of the attic.
"What are you looking at Gabe?"
The young man turned his head when he detected his brother's voice and silently motioned with his head towards the instruments. The man walked over, standing next to Gabriel to look at what he was referring to.
"Ah those old things? Well, I thought I'd take my cello to practice again and Raphael wanted his drums too." Michael explained as he folded his arms and then hummed softly, Gabriel raised an eyebrow under his helmet without turning to look at him. "Just in case you want to know…" Michael said slowly, moving closer to Gabriel to slip an arm around his neck and leaning his weight on him.
This couldn't be good.
"Your keyboard and violin are in the back…" GOD DAMN- "I don't mean you should use them, you know…I was just reminding you in case you want them back or want to do something with them." Michael had to have felt him tense up and he definitely did; the way he gently bumped the sides of their heads together with the slight click of the metal of their helmets touching, the way he stroked his back reassuringly, the way he let him go when he felt Gabriel stir.
"You can get rid of them, you don't have to keep them." The older man reminded him by giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder before releasing him completely. "If you want them go ahead, they're in the back on the left… Call me if you need help with anything, yes?" Michael said as he walked away with Gabriel giving him a simple thumbs up in affirmation mode and drawing a chuckle from Michael as he gently shook his head. Sometimes he wondered where his brother had picked up such quiet habits.
When Gabriel watched Michael disappear down the stairs he turned around, hesitating for a second whether to actually go further into the attic but after a few seconds he decided to do so, sighing and spreading his wings to illuminate the area.
The further he goes in he can see more and more boxes, some sealed with tape and others just closed, others possibly opened by Michael and resting on or at the foot of some rotting furniture.
After poking around a bit Gabriel manages to get to the bottom, catching a somewhat large object that is covered by a dark tarp.
Gabriel swallows.
He reaches over, reaching down to drag the heavy tarp off the object's surface and drop it to the ground, revealing what's underneath: his old keyboard.
Okay, one of two… Where's the other one? Gabriel scans the area with his eyes, settling his attention on an old chair where, on the seat, rests a case now whitish thanks to the accumulated dust. Gabriel reaches over, running a hand over it in an attempt to clean it up a bit though it only spreads it further and decides to leave it alone, picking it up and taking it with him to where the keyboard is.
Gabriel used to love these things, don't get him wrong, but now that he remembers their existence and knows that Michael also knows they are here he doesn't hesitate to have his brother tell his mother about his rediscovery and his plans with his old cello. Gabriel's mother is a bit… intense when it comes to music or dance or waltz or whatever it is she likes.
She had made her 3 children practice ballet, she had rehearsed them for the fancy parties that were organized among the rich families in an attempt to make them gentlemen who knew how to waltz well with the damsels, she had put them in an orchestra and also a choir and of course she had made them attend church. It had been fun for a while; when they could play together and have fun or when they practiced anything whenever. But when Michael and Raphael began to have more duties and obligations they began to drift away; leaving Gabriel alone to face it all.
He danced, played, sang, attended mass every Sunday and was a good student until he too could quit like his brothers.
He remembers the moment when his mother informed him that he could stop his extracurricular activities, he remembers how he simply covered his keyboard and put away his violin for the last time one day and never played them again. He knows the same thing happened to his bible now lying somewhere in the bedroom he shares with V1, abandoned when he stumbled upon the blue machine that slowly pulled him away from the path of God his family had instilled in him to follow.
Ah… V1.
Well, now he no doubt knows someone who will be interested in the instruments. He doesn't plan to give them to them, he still loves them and wants to try them again but surely he can lend them to them if they ask for them. Taking them to them sounds like a good idea since besides cheering up the machine he has for a roommate he can practice and try to de-rust a bit before the recital he is sure his mother will force convince them to do.
Gabriel made a mental note to take them with him tomorrow morning when he went back to his dorm, maybe carrying them there won't be so comfortable but it will certainly be worth it to see V1, his friend, happy.
The dinner went well, honestly much better than he expected and he was happy with that. Especially since he managed to avoid all the questions about the church he attended, his schedule or if he had already conquered a lady. Of course he had! But it's different to ask that question than to ask if a lady had conquered him, because certainly hadn't. Not when there was a cerulean machine waiting for him in his apartment… FRIENLY- THEY'RE HIS FRIENDS. HE JUST LIKED THEM.
Anyway… It was good. Certainly much better than the last family dinner they had at Christmas. Gabriel never wants to see Michael angry again, that much is clear to him.
He doesn't remember why they had started fighting because, honestly, he hadn't been paying attention. Gabriel was more interested in eating or thinking about what he would do when he got back to his bedroom, thinking about the gift he had bought for V1 that was now hiding in his closet: a replica gun from a game that V1 had been looking for for some time now and that Gabriel had found in perfect condition at a garage sale. Even packaged and with its 4 coins! With the 'Marksman' in his possession V1 almost completed their collection.
Gabriel felt a little proud to have found it. It's old, he knows that, and he also knows that V1 would love it.
He was so deep in thought at the time that he didn't even notice when the voices around him began to raise and only noticed when a bump on the table made him jump in place and nearly spill the spoonful of mashed potato that was going straight into his mouth.
Ah… Another family situation. Nothing new for the times.
Whatever, the point is that this dinner was better than Christmas. And if you'd like to know: yes, V1 absolutely loved the gift. And Gabriel received a new microphone that he had been wanting to buy for a long time: now he could better record his little audios and attempts at home podcasts.
To commemorate the gift V1 opened it carefully, not wanting to damage anything in the slightest because: 1, it was a collector's item and 2, it was a gift from Gabriel. Instead the microphone was lightly tested, saving the real test for later when V1 received an audio from Gabriel that DEFINITELY tested the capabilities of the device.
V1 saved the audio.
Even if it was a silly audio of Gabriel basically mumbling into the microphone in a seductive, gravelly voice that he would kick their ass if they left a mess in the apartment again.
V1 saved the audio.
And now there was Gabriel, walking across campus in the direction of his shared residence hall with a keyboard under his arm and a violin case in his other hand along with his backpack on his back. It was less uncomfortable than he thought it would be although being a 6 foot tall, heavily muscled guy he doubted he would have much trouble with lifting that amount of weight.
When he found himself in front of the door he thought about knocking and waiting to see if the machine was home in the hope that they would open it for him but when he distinguished the sound of an electric guitar on the other side he considered that it would be better not to disturb them in one of their practices.
He fumbled to pass the violin case to his other hand and used the now free one to rummage in his pants pocket for his keys, snapping them into the lock when he found them and turning it to open the lock. The door opened and he was glad when the old hinge didn't squeak knowing that V1 had oiled it as he had asked.
He walked in closing the door behind him and finding his living room in a much better state than he thought it would be. The cushions were a bit of a mess but other than that everything was in its place: the small coffee table was clean with nothing on it, the bookshelves were still tidy, the couches weren't out of place and there was no junk around.
It was a relief.
The familiar sound of the electric guitar quieted for a moment and left him in total silence as he placed the keyboard on the larger couch and on it he laid the violin case, then as he took off his backpack Gabriel gave a nod and at the same time the guitar restarted loudly as Gabriel knew it would. The angel could easily imagine V1 doing the same as him only in a more passionate way and lost in the frenzy of the song: more intense and violent.
He took off his coat, leaving it hanging on the coat rack in the entryway as he made his way down the hallway humming the guitar melody before catching one of the lyrics and singing it quietly.
Rock hadn't been something he'd listened to much growing up, much less metal but he'd certainly grown fond of it since V1 started showing them to him and unconsciously, or consciously, they had become two of his favorite genres. He would deny it with V1, feigning annoyance when the machine would put music on the speakers or when they played a song he knew but they would quickly catch Gabriel humming softly or bobbing his head to the music but would say nothing about it. They would let it happen and enjoy the company in the moment.
At the end of the hallway was the bathroom and before that were the two rooms of the apartment: one facing the other. The doors matched and Gabriel remembers how more than once they both tried to leave at the same time without being aware of each other's presence and how they bumped into each other. At first they were annoyed, really only Gabriel was, but slowly as their friendship grew they both took it more gracefully; like a little attunement.
They learned each other's schedules so it didn't happen so often. Gabriel gets up first thing, at 5am to shower and take his time in the bathroom, at 5:30 the bathroom is free for V1 to use at 6am when they wake up and when they leave breakfast is prepared and ready on the table: blood and whatever Gabriel is going to eat. At 6:30 the dishes are clean and they both share the bathroom to finish getting ready: V1 wipes the unabsorbed or dried blood off the plating and Gabriel does whatever it is that angels do under that helmet of his. V1 still doesn't understand it, they just know it's like washing his mouth or brushing his teeth or something… Oh, and that Gabriel doesn't take off his helmet… Just like he doesn't take it off to eat.
Peeking through V1's half-open doorframe Gabriel watches them from behind, strumming the strings of their guitar with fervor and excitement as they nod their head before the song ends and thus they too must hit their last note.
The angel leans back against the door and watches fondly as the machine sucks in air and listens as the fans spin in the sudden silence, the machine's chest rises and falls in pseudo breaths in an attempt to keep their components cool after the intense movement and Gabriel laughs softly as he claps his hands, making the machine turn their head in his direction.
"Good job there, that sounds great!" Gabriel complimented as he walked into the room, V1 turning fully around to sign a 'thank you'.
"How was your weekend?" Gabriel asked approaching the robot who already knew his intentions since they saw him walking towards them slightly opening his arms.
"Pretty good. We practiced a lot and made progress on a few songs. How about you?" V1 signed before opening their arms and accepting Gabriel between them, letting themselves be squeezed by the strong angel in front of them.
"I'm glad you had a good time." Gabriel murmured sweetly, slouching down and resting his chin on the machine's shoulder. "A good family dinner, you know how they usually are…" Gabriel whispered soothingly, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the affection and feel of the metal of V1's arms around him.
"I also have something to show you." Gabriel hummed, pulling away and placing his hands on V1's shoulders. At the man's words the robot perked up, pulling away from him to bounce in place with excitement and curiosity, drawing a chuckle from Gabriel.
"Come, follow me." He said, sliding his hand down his companion's arm and taking their hand before leading them out of the room. V1 didn't complain, this had been something Gabriel had been doing unconsciously for the past few weeks and V1 found it harmless, almost cute if not charming.
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katlynthecat · 4 months
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magolor basically gets adopted by some doomers in another dimension because wholesome stuff
headcannon time
Doomers are extremely social. Normally, they stay in groups consisting of Doomers with the same elemental powers, but if they have some other element, they are thrown out of the group. Even if they find another flock, they don't allow outsiders. This is because outcast Doomers are more often unable to get enough energy on their own, and therefore are weaker.
The mama Doomer and baby Doomer featured in this are outcast Doomers, and they happened to come across Magolor. They started following him because they were interested in what such a small and strange thing was doing near their home, and eventually just grew protective over him.
I'm naming the baby Doomer Snowbowl because of the super ability, its an ice Doomer, and its favorite way of greeting Magolor is ramming into him.
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oh-theatre · 5 months
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Guys hear me out Teacher AU Hal Jordan is a teacher (and GL), he teaches at a highschool with Barry, and Tim, Kon, Bart and such are students of his And its batlantern And it has Tim angst And hal angst
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sunny-prongs · 22 days
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Nothing in my mind except this AU I have imagined in which Jegulily and Neville's grandma raised Neville and Harry likes brothers because Voldy choose Neville as the prophecy kid and have kill Frank and Alice not James and Lily
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sweet-honey-fruit · 1 year
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I have an idea that I wanna write but I wanna get y'all's opinion on it. I live to feed y'all 😤
Cyno x wanted!scholar!reader. An enemies to lovers hella long one shot.
Reader investigated the Scarlet King's Temple despite it being forbidden to scholars. Cyno, the ever clever General Mahamantra that he is, finds out about the readers illegal investigation, and is therefore on his way to arrest the reader.
But someone (most likely Dori tbh) informed them about the General's pursuit of them. So by the time Cyno gets there, they're gone. Let the hunt begin.
Thoughts?
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jhalya · 3 months
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🧝‍♀️ Galadriel is taken prisoner by the orcs.
🗡 Prisoner AU
🔗 Read on AO3
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gendervapor14 · 5 months
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everyone watch out they made a mistake and let me contribute to their lovely project 👀👀👀
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(think it’s safe to say they liked my other apps too)
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amena-draws · 1 year
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[Hermitcraft undertale AU] Part 2: Who are you??
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lilyqueenoffrogs · 10 months
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Hometown AU I have kinda gone off the deep end with this one besties....
Okay so, this AU has been rattling around my brain for a long long time and I just recently put it into motion. I want for there to be a series of shorts within this AU but that means I have to actually write and we all know how that goes.
But I digress, HERE is things to know about the Hometown AU:
No Justice League (members are still in story but not as heroes)
No powers
Bruce’s parents are ALIVE (What!?, crazy I know)
There will be no Taila bashing→ Following note: Ra’s is long dead like dead dead (I hit him with my car dead)
Bruce is a doctor and works with Harley and Leslie Thompkins at her practice
Tim’s parents are divorced and he lives with his mom his dad is in California with Dana
Martha, Thomas and Alfred live together….(need I say more)
Dick still does acrobats, Jason plays Baseball and Hockey, Cass Dances, and Damian doesn’t do anything cause he’s a baby
Tim has a weak immune system 
Janet and Talia met at a PTSA meeting and have been friends ever since
The Town is some how close to Kansas and the ocean at the same time (don’t ask questions cause I won't answer)→ I just don’t want to take Clark’s Farm boy life away from him cause he visits his parents like all the time and I won’t take that away from the poor man.
Daina works as a museum historian and also gives tours to local schools she likes to teach them new stuff.
Much Like Clark, Bruce also visits his parents all the time and it may be hard when he’s a doctor but he’s trying his darn best
Dick says he doesn’t have a lot of siblings when his parents and siblings are literally adopting everyone the meet
Dick’s friends are family by association
Thomas and Martha were still shot but they made a full recovery, the shooter was not caught though.→ they know Bruce is still scared about that night.
Bruce is papa bear to the max
Bruce, Oliver, and Harvey are all childhood friends
Duke’s parents aren’t sick 
Duke met the family through dance classes he takes with Cass
The Core Four are all in the same class at school (bless those teachers)
holy shit that’s a lot, but I am far from done. 
okay bye
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bruisepink · 5 months
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thinking about writing an AU where simon starts slowly retiring after a particularly scary and debilitating injury and he gets a dog to help with the depressionTM. he slowly falls for his dog’s groomer. the millionth sunshine x grumpy trope that i need!!!
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thatcatangelwriter · 10 months
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Welp the vigilante asami brainrot has begun
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kachawo · 2 years
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Wei Wuxian as a Ghost City officer brainrot :)
This is post first bm siege.
Personally loved and hated by every and all ghost; Wei Wuxian the Dreamkeeper.
Bcs he is absolutely infuriating and a royal pain in Hue Cheng's arse (hc is actually very fond of him) Wei Wuxian has the job of patrolling the ghost city and reporting everything back to Hc.
Yin Yu doesn't know whether he's greatful for a co-worker or not. But he doesnt say anything because having his work divided is a delight.
(He would like a paid vacation)
Occasionally he would handle dealings in the Gambler's Den in Hua cheng's place, organize events (in this brainrot hc creates festivals and banquets in xie lian's honor) and often times personally escort unwanted guests.
He never leaves the ghost city unless necessary.
See, after his death Wei Wuxian's soul scattered all over the place. A particularly big fragment found its way to the city and stayed there.
When Hue cheng found him by the bridge of the city he was a total goner; his mental state, spiritual, generally everything about him was unstable and he was practically oozing resentful energy.
Resentful energy that was slowly but surely devouring him whole.
In order to prevent Wei Wuxian from being incinerated from his own resentment, Hc forced him into a slumber where he dreamed of something that would calm him down.
Wwx stayed that way until his resentment died down enough that it didnt threaten to eat him or any other ghost within the radius.
When Hc tried to decast the spell though, Wwx stayed asleep. Turns out he was really liking the idea of staying in a dream where everything turned out to be alright... so he subconsciously created a dreamspace of his own over Hua cheng's spell.
He wakes up after a few years to the welcome of Hua cheng and goes: Is this hell?
Hue cheng goes: after what you did in my city and my sanity, you would wish you were in hell instead.
And that's the story of how Hua Cheng gained a younger brother a second ghost city officer :]
Then a few more years later a certain Lan disciple, a Nie and Jiang sect leader waltz into the ghost city, spirit pouch full with soul fragments, right into the Gambler's Den with the intentions of locating the last piece.
Fortunately for them, Hua Chengzhu was in a good mood for granting bets, and the Dreamkeeper was there to gamble for some alcohol.
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