#the 1920 mafia au

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

Anyone have a disney character you really hate?

I need a rich husband for Harriet-as-black-widow to kill in an AU. No feelings involved, you know. He should be kind of an asshole.

#the 1920 mafia au #or just a name that sounds like a rich asshole. that works too ✨✨ #I could write it without name I think but that would be tiresome and unnatural

[mojo-chojo]

Ma'am sir idk how to refer to you but I am looking respectfully at your 1920s Mumbo

oh someone likes the janitor i see

its a coloured ver of this sketch btw ↓

#1920s mafia au #janitor!mumbo #my art #anon ask answer #mcyt fanart

[youregunnabemine]

CHAPTER THREE; "Awkward is an understatement."

{Y/N} flinched back slightly, eyes widening. Mr. Larkson was staring straight at her now. The two made eye contact, interest on his scarred face. She kept her eyes trained on him, furrowing her eyebrows slightly. After a minute or two of intense eye contact, {Y/N} looked away, swallowing thickly. 'It.. doesn't matter. Not gonna talk to him if I have any say in it.' she thought to herself firmly, stalking off to one of the other patrons. Almost half an hour had passed, and {Y/N} had forgotten all about the mobster sitting a few tables away, busying herself with preparing drinks. That was until she looked over slightly, and saw him sitting at a bar stool. She swore her heart stopped. When did he even get there? Soon though, she felt annoyance bubble to the surface. One thing. She wanted one thing - to avoid him. And now he was somewhere she couldn't ignore him. Begrudgingly, {Y/N} made her way slowly to him. She didn't want to, but she'd never hear the end of it from her boss if she ignored a patron. So, once she had found herself in front of the man, she offered her best smile. "What'll it be?" She asked in an almost chipper tone, though all she wanted to do was get the fuck out of there.

The man took one last drag on his cigar, before snuffing it out on the pub table in front of him. When he finally spoke, {Y/N} wished he had kept his mouth shut. His voice was rasped, gruff. It sounded almost guttural. She assumed the reason for his disturbing voice was all the scars - made her wonder how he had gotten such a bad injury. "You got Aquavit?" He had asked, leaning forward across the counter slightly. ..Aquavit? Okay, now that was something {Y/N} was sure they didn't have. {Y/N} shook her head, "Eh.. no, I don't think so." For a moment or two, his face went sour, "Well.. whatever." A small grin spread on his face, "Y'know, you're quite the sight," he mused, raising his eyebrows, "Got a name?" In that moment, every red-flag went off in {Y/n}'s mind. She didn't want this murderer knowing her name! But she wasn't stupid, and knew it was much easier to answer his question. "..{Y/N}, I'm {Y/N} {L/N}." He whistled appreciatorily, "{Y/N} {L/N}, eyh? Gorgeous." He chuckled. Truth be told; {Y/N} wanted to get the fuck out of here. Perhaps to Tord, he was having the time of his life, finally able to talk to his little lady. But {Y/N}? This was horrifying. She didn't want to be associated with some murderer

#1920s au #eddsworld #mafia au #tord x reader #yandere x reader #eddsworld x reader #mafia tord #mafia x reader #tordew #x reader

[odd-g0ul]

Hi yall :)

I wanted a new fnaf au like the pirate one and I couldn't think of one and then it hit me:

1920's mafia/mod AU

And Foxy too cause y not

He's already in the pirate au

I might be posting about this for a bit now but I'll still also post for the pirate au!

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #glamrock freddy #glamrock bonnie #glamrock fronnie #bonnie x freddy #freddy x bonnie #fronnie #glamrock chica #glamrock foxy #montgomery gator #roxanne wolf #chica x roxanne #roxanne x chica #character design #sketches #1920s au #mafia au

[keysmash-pizzaplex]

I love how creative the DCA fandom is and all the AUs are super cool! But I wish y'all would tag your AU fics "AU" so I can find the closer to canon fics when I'm in the mood 😅

#don't get me wrong #I love me some cowboy/sleuth/ghost/alien/cryptid/mafia/etc jesters #but sometimes I wanna read some biblically accurate dca fics #and filtering out the AU tag on ao3 but still having most fics be tagged '1920s' 'sun/moon are aliens' 'smoon are ghosts' etc is frustrating #you can include those tags too bc knowing what kind of au is great! #but PLEASE I'm BEGGING you to tag the basic 'AU' tag #fnaf #fnaf dca #dca x reader #dca x y/n #fnaf sun x reader #sun x reader #fnaf moon x reader #moon x y/n #moon x reader #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #sun x y/n #fnaf sun and moon

[zhenya71]

Fanart for cascara_soda's fic teach me just what fast is. This took *hours* but I love how it turned out.

#fanart #manip #evgeni malkin #sidney crosby #sidgeno #1920s #mafia au

[colesspinjitzu]

20s glacier they are so dangerously yours coded

version with no dark shadows

also made a little oneshot to go with…

#bfs au #ninjago #my art #cole ninjago #zane ninjago #mafia au #1920s #roaring 20s #lego ninjago #glaciershipping #masters of spinjitzu #ninjago fanart #ninjago art #cole brookstone #zane julien

[nemo-draco]

Was considering, what with Lolligo being a part of these guys' storyline in Caged Kraken and another AU idea I had, him finding out or being reminded of Bells’s real age after some shenanigans and he's just "Oh, crap, I got a child involved in a feud".

Lolligo is from @blottart414 Bells is my bean.

#bendy and the ink machine #lolligo #bells #batim sea of blue ink au #junkyard tales #caged kraken #the cat came back #batim #fun times #mafia au #1920s au #nemo's art #nemo's arts

[theamaus]

“I’m afraid we don’t know nothin’ ‘bout a princess. Must be in another castle, pal.”

#oops I’m jumping on the bandwagon #big men in 1920s mob boss aus are my weakness #my art #digital art #art #bowser #human!bowser #the mario movie #super mario #1920s mafia au #mafia au #king koopa #fake screenshot

[jarofchaos]

[February 20, 2021]

Does it show that I adore Vitaly Aksakov yet? (Belongs to @/maricalyptic on Instagram)

Imma just put this here... gently.

Have this lil 1920s show. And ofc Vitaly is Regina.

#comic art #digital illustration #oc art #vintage disney #mafia au #mafia #art #1920s #1920s ocs #digital art #russian mafia #roaring 20s #the great gatsby #the picture of dorian gray #dorian gray

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

The Badun detective agency in the 1920 mafia AU

For @hannahhook7744 I hope you enjoy!

There is a child at Jace's doorstep.

A fucking child, looking up at him with wide innocent eyes, like a fucking cherub. His hair a wild mess flung around by the chilly wind, and their ends were dyed blue.

(Who on earth lets a child dye its hair?)

Jace slowly blinks and looks down again: the boy is still here. Well.

„What do you want, kid?“ he asks, hoping that the child might want, well, directions back to his parents? That would be nice?

„My mom has three disembodied corpses in her basement,“ the boy states blankly, a picture of perfect innocence. His eyes are suddenly mildly unnerving, and it takes Jace's brain a moment to catch up on him.

„…What the fuck?“ he mutters more for himself than for the child, who takes it as an encouragement to repeat its words anyway.

So Jace draws a sharp breath and yells down the hall at his cousin: „Harry! Come here this instant! And bring your gun!“

You know, just in case-

Harry Badun runs to the door in truly record speed, the weapon safely pointed down. He looks disappointed when he sees only a child.

„Tell him what you told me,“ Jace sights towards the visitor.

„My mom has three disembodied corpses in her basement. They talk to me when I sleep.“

Ok. 

That is a new info.

This is cool. Totally cool.

Harry tightens his grip on the weapon and looks around the street, then up the roofs, which, you know, always a good idea.

They are clear, though. It doesn't look as if anyone is gonna jump them, much less some psychotic woman. Those don't tend to be too quiet, and the Badun cousins would know.

Oh, and by the way. That silhouette against that balustrade over there? That is totally Reza. Snogging Jade. Harry owes Jace for this one. 

Anyway. Right, the corpses.

„Come on, kid,“ he says, „Go inside and then tell us what you know, yeah?“

The kid's eyes shine as he steps inside and exclaims: „Do I get to be a detective too? I have always wanted to be a detective! I would be an awesome detective, since I know how do bodies look how long after death already!“

This is not a worrying statement at all. Not at all.

A shadow peels off the wall. Hermie. She was listening the whole time, of course she was.

„Dead bodies?“

„What exactly do you mean?!“

The kid answers and Jace bites back the irrational need to scream his lungs out. A vein at his temple pulses as the kid starts describing a rotting corpse with freakish accuracy to way too interested Hermie.

„Quiet! I need to concentrate!“ shouts Yzla from upstairs, „This is a delicate process!“

„Stop painting your pretty pictures for a moment,“ shouts Harry back, „This is a bloody murder case!“

„I'm trying to recreate Renoir here, you ignorant simpleton-“

„A what?“

Yzla screams incoherently and Jace interrupts the argument before it can truly begin: 

„We also have a kid that might be in danger and knows absolutely too much.“

„…I'm coming. But if the paint dries and I won't be able to get back to it, it will be all your fault.“

Jace doesn't even acknowledge that as worthy of an answer.

„Jace?“ Hermie nudges him slightly, while the kid infodumps at slightly traumatized-looking Harry about the different types of gunshot wounds, „Should I get Reza too?“

„…Nah,“ decides Jace, „He is snogging Jade right now, and we wouldn't want to interrupt.“

Hermie nods curtly and turns over to Harry: „You owe me and Yzla a bottle of cognac,“ she says, and Jace whistles. His cousin is losing in the big, today.

The kid tugs at his sleeve: „So what about my mom's basement, Mr Detective?“ the kid asks and he really should ask who his mom is. Also, what is his name?

So he asks, and when the child answers, looking at him with impossibly wide eyes, he almost gets an aneurysm.

„I'm detective Hadie, sir,“ the child reports proudly. Harry and Hermie just shrug – they don't know what is happening either. Nor does Yzla, who just appeared at the top of the stairs, wearing nothing but a negligee, and didn't she say she was working?

Oh, well.

Jace clears his throat.

„Right, kid. Hadie. And who is your mother?“

„But you are detectives!“ the child protests, „You gotta know that, no?“

„…Sure. We know that. Absolutely. And the bodies? Wait, no,“ Jace catches himself. This will certainly be a conversation, so:

„Let's go to the saloon first, shall we?“

Even if the saloon is just a fancy name for a room with a dining table and the kitchen counter, as he and Harry can hardly afford anything else.

They do have enough chairs, though, even if they are rarely used and mostly ignored: Hermie sits on the table, swinging her legs idly in the air, and Yzla plops herself down Harry's lap, setting his weapon aside. Fucking menace, that girl.

Jace himself takes the chair next to them and the boy stays standing.

(If Reza wouldn't be too busy with his current hookup, he would just lean against the wall and try to look very cool and intimidating, and smoke his cigarettes. Jace could do with a cigarette himself. Or better yet, a drink. The cigarette smoke reminds himself and Harry a bit too much of Cruella.)

„Now, tell us what you know,“ Jace asks the kid and damn. That kid. Does not shut up. Ever.

By the first thirty minutes, Yzla gets up and opens a bottle of wine to pass around, not even bothering with the glasses.

By an hour, Hermie is playing with her favourite dagger a bit too much and Harry has reclaimed back his handgun.

By hour and half, Jace is very ready to bleach his brain, thank you very much.

Hadie slows for a moment and Jace immediately stops him: „I think that's quite enough for today, Hadie,“ he says, „Thank you. Would you just step behind that door real quick?“

The kid pouts at him.

„Ehm… Me and my detectives need to discuss the evidence you just presented to us. And decide the, ehm, next course of action.“

Hadie finally steps behind the door when all present adults – including Eddie, who showed up half-way through – point at them.

And there is not much of a discussion, not really.

„Tell me we are taking that kid to Uma,“ blurts out Yzla before he can even speak.

„We could keep him,“ propose Hermie and Harry at the same time, and, yeah, no. As if Harry didn’t know they are barely staying afloat as it is, never mind, you know, not remotely responsible enough to raise a child?

…Yeah, it says a lot when a child would be safer on the streets, under the protection of one of the wildest Auradon City gangs, than anywhere else.

„We are taking him to Uma,“ decides Jace, and Yzla sights in relief. Eddie motions for her to pass the wine.

„You can come back, kid!“ Jace raises his voice, „We have decided!“

„Yay!“ the tiny disaster runs back to the room, „Do I get to be a detective too? Will we solve the case of my mother’s basement? Track down the victims’ family?“

Actually…

Jace knows how to get the kid to cooperate and go to safety voluntarily now: He winks at his associates, as to signal the general „don’t question me, I’ve got this.“

„Sure we are, kid. But, you see, right now we are working on another serious case, and we need you to help us. Will you be our eyes on the streets, detective Hadie?“

„Yes! I will, Mr detective sir! When do I start?“

„As soon as we can get you to the location. Now, let’s not lose any more time: We will debrief you on the way.“

That will hopefully give Jace enough time to come up with decent backstory, so, yeah.

With a yawn, Yzla gets up and sets off to her atelier, also known as the attic, not bothering to say goodbye, and Harry sets off to find his metal boxer and emergency knife.

„Reza is gonna be so mad he missed this-“ Hermie giggles, „It’s gonna be so much fun!“

And then, the Badun detective agency escorts its newest member, or, more accurately, adoptee, to Uma.

They don’t have any idea how much trouble they are causing Uma in the long run.

#disney descendants #badun detective agency #the 1920 mafia au #it will likely get a second part #aka: pissed off Mal tries to find her troublemaking little brother #and Uma is not amused #Jace badun #harry badun #hadie descendants #yzla descendants #hermie bing #reza descendants

[mojo-chojo]

ah yes a classic that never gets old

#1920s mafia au #hermitshipping #bartender!impulse #janitor!mumbo #mcyt fanart #my art

[youregunnabemine]

CHAPTER TWO; "Not him."

Yet another day of grueling work. {Y/N} slid a glass of Bourbon to a man with shaggy brown hair, stubble, sunken eyes with slight eyebags underneath. "Thanks, miss." He gruffly mumbled. She weren't sure why, but he looked fairly familiar. Not someone {Y/N} had talked to or something, but she had seen Laurel laughing with him once or twice. "..So, you know Laurel?" He asked, sipping from his glass. {Y/N} quirked her head to the side at this, nodding. He chuckled, "So you must be {Y/N}, right?" Surprise flashed across her face, but she nodded, a smile tugging at her lips "The one and only." She said with a now big, proud smile. The man laughed roughly, setting down his glass. The liquid splashed out the side slightly. "Like that attitude! I'm Eduardo." He stuck out his hand, which looked worn, and calloused. Briskly, {Y/N} shook his hand. For a few minutes, the pair chatted, laughing and joking about god knows what. That was until one of your co-workers shouted for {Y/N} to come over. She sighed, waving bye to Eduardo. "What?" {Y/N} asked, placing a hand on her hip. "Shh!!" The coworker, Hellucard put his finger to his lips, before pointing at a table towards the back of the bar. It was the kind of place that had booths, most towards the exit. Sat in one, alone, was a man. He was tall, even sitting down. Deep brown hair that sat on his shoulders in a short mullet, though he had bangs that sat just above his eyes. Most oddly, in the front of his hair was two pieces standing on end, resembling heavily of devil horns. Clutched in a hand covered in what looked to be burn scars was a fat cigar, smoke rising and curling into intricate patterns before disappearing into the air But it wasn't his hair, not his scarred hand that caught {Y/N}'s eye. It was his face. The left side was normal, with smooth skin, sunken gray eye, and a sneer of his lips. But the right? Fuck was that a sight. Scars littered it. The eye grossly mutualized, parts of his jaw and chin almost looking like they were frayed. "Wait.. is that-!?" Hellucard laughed at {Y/N}'s sudden frightful response, and he nodded, "Yep! The Larkson." {ONE AND PROLLY ONLY A/N RN; I won't be using real last names ever.} "Why is he.. y'know.. here? Not like this place is much good anyways." {Y/N} kept her gaze fixed on Mr. Larkson, unease building up inside of her. "No idea," Hellucard shrugged, running a hand through his messy blond hair "..I don't like this." She mumbled to herself, a pit building in her stomach.

#1920s au #eddsworld #mafia au #tord x reader #yandere x reader #eddsworld x reader #mafia tord #mafia x reader #x reader #tordew

[xxdreamersdesirexx]

Self ship prohibition/noir era AU Asks

Get emoji asks in your inbox, or answer any questions you feel like.

🔫 Are F/O and S/I lawmen or crooks, or something else? Are they on the same side?

👔 What are F/O and S/I wearing? Suits or slinky dresses?

👒 What kind of hat do S/I and F/O prefer?

🍸 At the speakeasy; what are F/O and S/I ordering from the bar?

🎷 Do F/O and S/I go dancing? Who leads and who follows?

🃏 Do F/O or S/I play any games? Poker? Blackjack? Pool? Darts?

🚗 Between F/O and S/I– who’s driving and who’s firing shots out the window?

🎶 What song would you pick for S/I and F/O for this AU?

🚬 Do F/O or S/I smoke in this AU? What do they smoke?

🫂 How would F/O and S/I meet in this AU?

#self ship #fictional other #self ship asks #self ship prompts #selfship #noir aesthetic #mafia aesthetic #mafia au #noir au #1920s aesthetic #prohibition era #prohibition au #found this in my drafts--oops!

[aur0rahearts]

Hi everyone! I made a new story called Bound to Trouble on AO3

And I wanted to make art on one of the characters from the story!

PS: I am a beginner artist so my art is not the best, please give me feedback and advice on how I can improve my art and do better! Thank you 💕

⚠️Briefly mentions about guns⚠️

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This is Mr. Static!

He is not only the boss of Starlight restaurant but also the head chef! He’s well known for his grumpy attitude towards others but he has a hard time expressing his emotions for those he truly cares about. So, he shows it through actions!

He likes sweets, cats, sofas, walks, and gardens

He dislikes water, talking about his hand, weapons (especially guns), and sour flavors.

A weird fact about him is his lower half looks very human; but if you were to touch his flesh, you would notice that it is rubbery. That is because Mr. Static basically has a rubber skin suit to protect his actually body that is made out of wires and cords!

#papyrus #sans #x reader #underfell #underswap #fanfic #swapfell #mafia #artwork #original art #art #oc #oc art #undertale au #1920s #tv #tv head

[bmbsonmondaymornings]

Amore.

March 4th 1920 Saturday

Im new to the city. New York, Boston. I’m originally from, Louisiana. I moved to New York for a new start in life and needed to escape my family for awhile. I work as a singer in a speakeasy and I’ve met some of my now friends there. While I wasn’t on stage I was usually talking to my boss who also worked at the bar. His name was Tony and he was a very nice guy. As I was finishing my conversation with Tony, I realized a man way taller than me had been behind me just now. He caught my attention by saying “Can you buy me a drink, beautiful?” As I turned to see who was strangely flirting with me, I see a tall, and handsome man. He was a little pale with somewhat dark bags under his eyes, a soft smile and a pleasant look. He wore a pin striped suit, and what looked like very expensive jewelry. I ask curiously, “Why should I?” He responds softly with his face very close to mine “Because when I seen you I dropped my very expensive drink, dollface.” I smiled softly and looked up responding “Oh, I’m very sorry I’ll buy the drink for you.” Before I could grab my money and ask how much, he stops me and says, “I’m only teasing you doll, ill buy you one.” He says, but before I could tell him I can’t drink on my shifts, he yells for Tony saying, “Tony, I’ll buy her a drink and leave, she’s coming with me!” I felt confused on how he managed to get me a drink on my shift, but I thought not to question. (To Be Continued more than likely smut next chapter)

#black!reader #mafia story #1920s au #smut #fanfic #love story #singer!reader #vintage #mafia #Italian #Italian love story #love #love stories