#MacGyver oc

[selfindulgentfandomstuff]

Well. This didn’t turn out to be the complete banger I thought it would. But okay.

Inspo + sketch under cut!

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Murdoc (left): he/him

Emmett Becker (right): they/he

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Proship/comship/‘neutral’ DNI

[hetaczechia]

Happy Birthday, Mac and Ainsley!

[lord-owlsnake]

A nice lil update to Alex’s ref. Can’t believe it’s been almost 2 years exactly since I made his first one :’)

Alex Kalua

29

5′9″

Field Analyst/Hacker

BFN (Big Fuckin’ Nerd)

[jazzandpizazz]

I finally have enough angles to make one of these head-turn things! I really like how it came out :D

[ask-carmenpondiego]

Chapter 18: The Devil in the Details

M paced around his room which was fairly sparse of furniture. He already burnt through a solid pack of cigarettes since returning from his test run of the chronoskimmer and was well into his second pack. He pulled out his phone and patched through to the main computer, 079 pulling its face up on the screen. “Oh wonderful. You managed to spread my reach to your tiny slip of a mobile device. Could you make it any more cramped in here?” M growled, “I will stuff your stuck up assface into an ipod shuffle or worse if you keep it up. I need to go over the schematics on where I went.” The ai sighed as if it had something pressing that it was being pulled away from. It didnt. 079 pulled up the data code from the testing, giving a strong impression of if it had a body, it would be checking a watch and tapping its foot. M poured over the info and triple checked the details. “Everything is fucking correct for this world’s info. What the fuck happened that lead to that?!” 079 swirled its hair into a turban and had images of fortune telling items around its face “You know, I would tell you but I’ll give a little trivia factoid instead: I actually cannot see into the future. I’m a computer, not a psychic. I don’t even have a clue on what you even saw.” Red letters spelling CANCELLED were stamped across the turbaned ai face before returning to normal, wiping away the letters with a digital rag. “Yer no fuckin help.” M tossed the phone onto his bed and opened his window, leaning on the sill. “Perhaps what you saw was not what you saw?” 079 called out, muffled since the screen was face down against the comforter. M’s tentacle reached over and set it upright. “Elaborate.” M looked over his shoulder at his phone. “What you saw in one perspective was perhaps not the full story and you may have missed some key points. Ultimately, time will only tell. Its unadvisable to return to a time that you already visited, much less a time where current you and other you occupy the same time space. Time paradoxes still exist, you know.” M hissed at it through gritted teeth, “Yes I know time paradoxes still fucking exist! But HOW do I fucking change the event if I don’t know what fucking causes it?!” The phone was silent for a moment, “I’m sorry, was that rhetorical? I can’t quite understand the fragile folly of organic semi-intelligent beings. You could just let it happen rather than attempt to fix it and possibly bring about the resulting event faster.” M hung his head and flicked the cigarette butt out the window, “How the hell do you figure that?”

“I don’t. Again, I’m just a computer. I don’t give one iota of interest in what you do. Anything you do is your own fault in itself. In your words: I don’t give a shit.”

M ran his dark hands through his orange hair, “I’m going to have to tell Red.. can I even tell Red?” He points to the phone accusingly, “You just had to tell me that any fucking action I take could make it fucking happen faster! Now I can’t even fucking warn anyone!” In a very bored flat tone, 079 replied, “Oh no. I warned you against possible consequences for your actions that may or may not happen. What ever shall I do?”

“Report this to the TVA director, this is exactly what they have been looking for.” A small time desk jockey was reading a print-out of the timeline, noticing a new unauthorized time jump. He handed the print-out to a passing official who nodded and took the file containing the report. A short trip down the hall the official knocked on the director’s door, and entered upon permission. The director reviewed the file and started dialing the phone next to them. On the other end, a gentleman in a dark grey suit answered, thick files littered his desk from the MIB, ACME, SCP Foundation, United Nations Global Occult Coalition (UNGOC), G.R.U. Division Psychotronics (GRU-P), Earth Protection Force (EPF), Department of External Security (DXS), Federal Bureau of Control (FBC), Federal Bureau of Intervention(FBI), Federal Investigation Bureau(FIB), Foundation for Law and Government(FLAG), International Affairs Agency(IAA), the Wander Society and various other Interpol including Canterlot Royal Guard and Equestria’s global protection unit, all involving Carmen Pondiego and her VILE team.

The gentleman added the Time Variance Authority (TVA) file to his stack. “I see and this new variance is the confirmed beginning to our little thief problem? Understood. …..No, no. We already have eyes and ears on the entire group…… Oh yes, we have our contingency plan all set and planted, we just need to knock that first domino to put a bit of pressure on the situation…. Yes, just keep an eye on that variance timeline and let me know of any further splits or deviance… No, no, Thank YOU, Director. May prosperity raine upon you. Good bye.” A second gentleman with an umbrella hanging on his arm by the hook, seemingly a lower rank, stood in front of him. “Sir? If it has been confirmed for the beginning of the situation, then shouldn’t we eliminate the entirety as soon as possible? I mean, look how many unnaturals she has under her power. The reports say she gains more within a year or so and so does her reach.” The man at the desk tidies up and stacks the files and sets them aside. “No. There is a small chance this is the one who will lose it all and becomes a regular citizen again. We need to see if this time skip triggers anything. We have the safeguards in place. They just need to have the nerve to do what is demanded of them if the time comes. For now, we wait and gather more evidence against this Carmen Pondiego and her VILE team.”

A small red jet circles and lands on a dusty dirt patch outside a fortress ruin on an island on a lake by the southside mountains of Siberia. The fortress, once called Por-Bazhyn, sat undisturbed for many a year, though it currently looked like it was all filled in with dirt. The jet opens to let out its passengers, a few agents and Carmen. They headed to the main entrance and stopped just shy of the opening. Carmen looks at the blueprints and looks at a smaller opening about three yards to the side, “This is where we would typically enter but there had been damage to the interior entranceway further in where it just gives us a dead end. We’ll need to divert to the servants entrance over there.”

Once inside, they descend multiple flights to underground caverns and tunnels. Using their map, the group makes their way through twists and mazes, finally getting to a small open room with a deep drop in the center, the other side of the room was a chest, the walls were rough chiseled and some carvings have been broken away by time. The drop was just large enough that even an olympic jumper could not simply jump across. There used to be a rope bridge but has since rotted away.

Carmen nodded to Kiros who sank his claws into the wall and tested the weight of the grip. He then scaled across the chasm, making slight hand and footholds with his claws and hooked a line at the halfway mark and continued to cross the rest of the way, securing the line with a large pillar. Carmen and Lekir hook up their harnesses and attached the safety line before following exactly where Kiros had set his claws. Slowly making their way across, the girls didnt dare look down, Ninoga, staying on the entrance side of the room, was able to look down and see sharp staligmites growing up from the bottom of the chasm. “Nothing like an old fashioned temple heist with deadly drop offs for hobbies, huh?” Carmen chuckled, breathing hard as she hasn’t rock climbed in quite a while. Lekir shook her head, “You and I have different views on hobbies, I swear..” Ninoga tilted his head, “I thought we were getting things for a cure for Waldo?”

“We are, I was just saying this harkens back to when I was doing this for fun.” Carmen clarified, reaching the ledge. Lekir followed close behind as Carmen opened her pack to grab the extra rope and harness sets. She walked to the chiseled out shelf that holds the chest and checks for traps before picking up the chest which was surprisingly light. She frowned as she placed it near the harness set she was going to wrap it in and looked at the lock. The remains of the lock were already breaking away in her gloved hand in a pile of rusty dust. Kiros peers over, “Whats wrong?” Carmen shakes her head, “Its lighter than I expected..” Lekir comes over, shining her flashlight over for extra light since the room was very dimly lit by their larger lights they brought. “Well, we know we aren’t looking for coins and jewels, maybe it only holds a jar or something?” Carmen wipes the dust off her glove with her pants and proceeds to open the chest. With a yelp from both girls, the chest snapped back with a large set of teeth and a tentacle like tongue. They managed to scramble back out of chomping range just in time to see a red electric bolt shoot the chest from the side, blasting it into the wall with a crunch. Ninoga had sent the blast and called over “You guys ok?! I didn’t hit you, did I?” Carmen was catching her breath as Lekir waved over, “We’re good! Thanks!” Kiros was picking the broken pieces of wood apart, finding some meaty bits. “Should we save some for M as a snack?” He chuckled. “He’s gonna be sour he missed out on this.” He searches a bit more before finding a small scroll. “Here, I found something in the deep center.” Carmen reached for it, inspecting the type of parchment. “This is hide… its a rabbit hide!” She laughed, “Its the rabbit in the chest! So this is already the next clue.. This is awesome. Let’s get this back to HQ so we can figure out the next stop.” The girls carefully made their way back across the wall, having the two dragon types as watchers in case one of them fell, they could hoist them back up easily. They both made it without incident, with Kiros packing away some of the meat before scaling the wall, taking up the equipment he had set for the safety line.

After packing up the climbing equipment, the team made their way out of the tunnels and chambers and back towards the jet. They were met by a small group of militarized officials standing between them and their escape ride. The officials carried old looking bladed weapons as well as rods and had armored horses. The horses suddenly charged at the Agents, making the four scatter. One of the officials threw what looked like a bolas towards Kiros to which Lekir slid in and deflected with an ice spear she created, sending the bolas right back at the official, making him fall off the horse. The horse was startled and started to run with the official’s leg still stuck in a stirrup. Ninoga sent two officials flying with a good tail swipe while the last had gotten off of his horse to fight Carmen with close hand to hand combat. That didnt last long since Kiros picked him up from behind, tossing him to the wall as Lekir sent a smear of ice to hold him there like glue. Carmen was only a little cut up but she confirmed with a smile, they still have the loot.

They all piled back into the jet and set off to HQ, a fifth official that held back out of sight had made a call, “They have escaped. We could not detain them. I am sorry but we have failed to secure the scroll…. Sir? Please we will not fail again.. please no!” The official started begging before dark green vivianite crystals rapidly grew and speared through his body at all angles, severing organs and leaving nothing but shreds of flesh and bones between the multitudes of shards.

When they returned, Carmen was holding her torn red coat and had some cuts on her arms and side. Wally rushed up to her and held her close, making her wince, “Oh my Light! I’m glad you’re ok! I heard over the coms you needed a med kit! Do you need a hospital?!” Carmen pried him off, chuckling, “Nothing I’m not used to. This is why we train. I just got a few scrapes from some bladed guards. I just need some antibacterial gel and gauze. Its nothing! I don’t think these will even scar up.” Lekir laughs, “She’s the squishy out of all of us technically!” She slaps Carmen’s plush ass as if to demonstrate her plushness. The mare blushes and sighs about needing to sew her fabric coat yet again.

Asta nudged Wally’s arm a bit and he perked up as he remembered. “Oh! While you were gone, I went ahead and got you something. They didn’t have your bright red but maybe you will like this darker scarlet shade.” He handed her a box to which she took to the dinner table. Opening it, she grinned and chuckled as she lifted a brand new leather coat, a sleeker, lighter weighted design and had custom pockets on the inner lining and in the sleeves. She tried it on, wincing slightly as she moved, but overall had it on and it had fit perfectly. It even had a split back where her tail was able to freely peek out. She popped the collar and laid it bad down with ease and stuck her hands in every pocket she could find. “This is beautiful!! Thank you so much!!” She wrapped her arms around Wally and kissed him deeply. “Asta helped me with the sizing. She had to raid your closet for the right size. Now sadly they didn’t have a hat to match, so its just the coat for now.” He confessed, but she chuckled and put her hat onto his head. “Hats can be another time. Those can be a tough find anyway. But this is wonderful, thank you…oh! We also have good news! The chest had the next clue in it so we can go right to the duck that will lead us to the eggs! We’re almost there! We almost have you cured!”

Wally’s smile fell a split second as a worried look flashed. “I’m sure we will before it gets too bad.” M hung back and watched everything like a hawk, looking for any sign of the cause of such hatred he had seen on future Carmen’s face. It bothered him more than he expected, he wanted to say he didn’t care much about any of this just like 079 clearly stated as its own opinion. What M did find was that he was more attached to the whole team but moreso Carmen. As they joked, one thing was right, the majority of the team could handle a bullet or two and heal the next day. But Carmen was full mortal flesh and blood, no special powers, she couldn’t even use regular unicorn magic. Yet she dove into dangerous situations all the time with no regard for her own safety, as if she were one of them regardless of all the planning she does to keep everyone safe during their missions. And that bothered him even more since his test run.

He watched as she patched herself up all carefree, he puffed on his cigarette as he broods. It gnawed at his thoughts, he severely wanted both to go back to the future to figure it out but knew 079 had a very glaring and valid point. He thought about slipping off to the mech lab to tinker a bit more on the pod, seeing if he can alter something so its just not a time machine. He needed a distraction and his previous conversation of traveling to other universes may prove to be just the right project to give him that distraction.

A distraction did come to him, just in the form he didn’t expect. Carmen’s waterbottle was clear glass, yet the liquid had the absolute faintest blue glow, easily missed by casual glances. Perhaps 079 was right with his perception. He just needed more proof. He slinked off towards Carmen’s office as she laughed and had happy conversations with the others. She opened the scroll and showed the others. “Lets see what this thing says.” She laid it out on the table next to the coat box and tilted her head. Everyone gathered around for a view. “Is it supposed to be mostly blank?” The hide was indeed mostly blank, the bottom had a mountain ridge and a river and sporadic spots on the upper part that were either ink or tiny holes burnt through with a few sketch lines dashed in going a single direction. Otherwise it was very blank.

“Perhaps its a type of morse code?” Kiros rubbed his chin, Asta shook her head, “No, that was invented in the Amareicas in the 1830’s. And its not cuneiform.. the holes almost look like star alignments yet I dont recognize the placements but the other dots aren’t stars.” Carmen looked up and saw that M wasn’t there. She excused herself and went to search for him, finding him in her office, searching drawers and shelves.

“M, what’s going on? You’ve barely been around and more moody than usual since working on the chronoskimmer.” She inquired, setting her bottle on her desk as he was searching underneath for hidden compartments. He peeked up with a glare and his eyes darted to the water bottle and back to her, “Nice, acting stupid and oblivious right to my fuckin face.” Carmen furrowed her brow and lowered her ears, “Excuse me? But I have absolutely no idea what the hell you are going on about and I deserve an explanation for your behavior!” He stands and leans on the desk between them and whips the bottle across the room, smashing it against the wall. “THAT is what is going on. You have been way too easy going when it comes to your own safety, your cycles have been more intense, your pain tolerance is way too fucking high for a normal fucking pony, and your water always has a familiar blue glow to it. You’ve been fucking microdosing that fucking zydrate this whole fucking time! Now tell me where the rest of it is so I can fucking destroy it, you fucking junkhead!” She snarled at him and slapped his face to which he snapped his hand out and gripped her hair, slamming her head to the desk, “Don’t you FUCKING act all offended. Now I don’t give a fuck what withdrawal you suffer. Tonight you get clean for good and you never get high again. If you don’t listen to me out of fuckin fear, then at least do the fuckin curtesy of telling my brother that your so called happiness is a fucking lie. Fuck knows he deserves to hear the fuckin truth.” He growled as she struggled against his grip on her head as he held her down. “I will NOT let you go down a drug bender and do something you fucking regret!” She blinks and stops struggling for a moment, “What did you say?” She asked. His voice had a hint of unusual worry that she had caught. “I said I will not let you..”

“Yeah I heard that but you sound like you know something I dont..” He lets her up and avoids looking at her both out of fury and confrontation. “I’m not telling you. You are not supposed to know.”

She rubbed her head and walked around the desk, gripping his arm to turn him towards her, “Fuck that, you don’t get to assault me, accuse me of being a brainless addict AND withhold important information from me! Now tell me what you know!” He growls and grips both her arms, squeezing one of the deep cuts by accident, making her yelp. “I FUCKING CAN’T.”

“Why the hell not?!”

“Because I don’t know what fucking causes it!”

“It can’t be that bad. We’ve dealt with pretty bad shit.”

He shakes her a bit, “I saw you fucking die, okay?! It’s that fucking bad!”

The color drains from her face and she steps back from his grip. “When.. how?”

He sighs and puts one hand on his hip, the other running through his hair stressfully. “Three years, shot in Times Square.”

She let the information sink in, both hands on her hips, looking at the floor. She sighs and nods after a few silent moments, “Okay. Luckily the future is not set in stone. Let’s ban Times Square from our destinations. I’ll secure those guns my sister gave as a gift into the vault, far back so its hard to get them. And I really wish you didn’t smash my water. That was the last of the zydrate I had and boy, I could sure use some after that bomb you just dropped.” She looked at him, all coldly somber and turned to walk out of her office and back to the rest of the team. “We need your help to crack the riddle on that hide we brought back. Clean up your mess and join us when you’re done. I’m going to ice this bump on my head now and pour myself a stiff drink.”

[veeveethebunee]

INTRODUCTIONS!!

--> ok i will be honest i have no idea what im doing, all my life and this is my first time on tumblr but bare with me..

--> but im a writer (and roleplayer for when i cant write by myself) and has recently hit MAJOR writers block and thought if i read other peoples work AND maybe have some people submit requests and prompts i could kick it away. so this is just to list all the things i write and who im able to write.

1. FANDOMS :

the fandoms im able to write in the most accurately goes as followed :

- supernatural

- stranger things

- marvel cinematic universe

- x-men (mainly the movies, my comic knowledge is sadly limited.

- merlin

2. CHARACTERS :

there is certain characters i can write from each fandom, some more than others.

- SUPERNATURAL : Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Kevin Tran, Crowley, Rowena, Charlie.

- STRANGER THINGS : Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Jim Hopper, Nacy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers.

- MCU : Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Matt Murdock, Clint Barton, Loki, Thor, Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield), Sam Wilson.

- X-MEN : charles xavier (young), erik lehnsherr (young), peter maximoff, alex summers, hank mccoy, raven darkholme, sean cassidy, logan howlett, scott summers, ororo munroe.

- MERLIN : arthur pendragon, morgana, gwen, merlin, gwaine, lancelot.

- OTHERS (other fandoms im in that arent major) : mike schmidt (fnaf movie), clapton davis (detention), sean anderson, angus macgyver (macgyver)

- i DO write more characters and im always into more but i cant list them all-- so im always opened to playing more characters.

3. THINGS I WRITE.

- SHIPS : some ships im into and write are sastiel, merthur, cherik, gwen/morgana, robin/nancy, sam/bucky, steddie. but im always opened to more ships!! practicslly any ship as long as they arent anything like incest, illegal, etc.

-> i will also write self inserts, y/n fics, and even ocs!! i just need the info to do so.

- TOPICS : i write about ANYTHING that you could think of, whether its a certain trope for characters, fluff, angst, even smut and certain things that pertain to that-- just ask!! i will tell if theres something i will not write.

-> and thats about it!! atleast thats everything i can think of!! thank you for reading!!

[chaoticcatbunny]

Multiverse_chaos AO3

Masterlist

Completed Works:

Oneshots-

Growing Pains (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/45022414 Rated: G

Soulmates (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/46434328 Rated: M

Eyes on Me (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/46867267 Rated: E

My Blood, My Soul (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/48432094 Rated: G

My Omega (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/48828244 Rated: T

Cafes and Love Songs (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/48853210 Rated: T

You Saved Me from Hell (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/48914614 Rated: E

Are You Crazy?! (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49010368 Rated: M

Lazy Sunday (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49164049 Rated: G

Regret Eats the Soul (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49304356 Rated: M

Can We Try That Again? (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49349137 Rated: T

Sink Your Teeth into Something Holy (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49373233 Rated: T

Stay and Cuddle with Me (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49397203 Rated: T

To Love a Teacher (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49420009 Rated: T

Till My Last Breath (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49442767 Rated: T

The Woman in the Sea (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49465672 Rated: T

The Underworld and Spring (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49496779 Rated: T

Reminiscing the Past (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50333056 Rated: T

Don't Say It (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50469313 Rated: E

Through the Mirror (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50517694 Rated: E

Make You Mine (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50548057 Rated: E

Scent Blockers and Heat (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50577352 Rated: E

Ropes and Toys (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50602705 Rated: E

Candles Aren't Just for Decoration (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50628742 Rated: E

Long Distance Fun (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50653843 Rated: E

Feed on Lust (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50687932 Rated: E

How Long Can You Last? (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50707534 Rated: E

The Warriors and the Godking (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50740750 Rated: E

A Different Kind of Throne (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50768110 Rated: E

Knife + Adrenaline = Sex (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50842588 Rated: E

Did He Just Do That? (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50843770 Rated: E

Drive Me Insane (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50892724 Rated: E

Behave, Little Lamb (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50945446 Rated: E

Dancing in the Living Room (MacGyver, 2016): https://archiveofourown.org/works/51182017 Rated: T

The Lust of a God (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/51526240 Rated: E

Multichapter-

Strengthening the Alliance (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/44524090/chapters/111991342 Chapters: 12, Rated: E

Various Male Characters x Female Reader Smut (multi- fandom): https://archiveofourown.org/works/46310926/chapters/116594665 Chapters: 22, Rated: E

You're My Fate (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/48876073/chapters/123299197 Chapters: 2, Rated: M

Cartels and Omegas Don't Mix (Narcos: Mexico): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49619566/chapters/125237029 Chapters: 2, Rated: E

This is a masterlist of all of my completed works on AO3, if you have any questions or want anything specific my asks are open just please be nice. I'll do a masterlist of my AO3 WIPs soon.

[shasta627]

I'm not sure how many people this will reach on Tumblr, but I'm currently taking commissions!! 💖 I'm using Artistree to help streamline the commission process, so please visit the link in my bio to reserve a slot 🫡 Reblogs are always welcome!!

[stardustviolet]

Millennial Gen Y Shows/Millennial Gen Y Representation: New Girl The Magicians So Help Me Todd Buffy The Vampire Slayer The OC Agents Of Shield Leverage The Librarians Macgyver (2016) Veronica Mars Gilmore Girls How To Get Away With Murder Teen Wolf Greek Sense8 Dollface Community Happy Endings Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency Everwood Lizzie Mcguire Superstore Titans Single Parents The Umbrella Academy Future Man Sweet/Vicious Underemployed Malcolm In The Middle Skins Fresh Meat Peacemaker High Fidelity (2020)

[rai-knightshade-art]

Isn't She Lovely? Life and Love are the same; and life is Aisha, the meaning of her name...

Isn't She Lovely?, By Stevie Wonder

Happy Valentine's Day! Let's celebrate more than just romantic love with some Father-Daughter Bonding!

Close ups and thoughts below the cut, Image ID in the alt text.

Listen. LISTEN. Sometimes you just gotta work out your daddy-daughter dance feels via OCs and that is VALID, ok? So have some dads singing to their little girls. It's what we deserve.

Featuring:

Jack Dalton, singing to Riley and the girls of the Bradyverse AU, Arista and Eliza May (and playing the guitar because that's definitely something he'd be able to do), with Mac (and Brady), Bozer, and Desi in the background, basking in the music. (This is probably on Mac's back deck but it could just as easily be a similar deck at their house in Texas.) (And not to worry, Brady isn't left out; he's got his own song from Papa in the form of Hey Jude.)

Jesse Swanson, happily singing to his daughter Molly (an OC) (this is sort of Their Song™, starting from before she was even born when he actually sang it to Beca as part of a birthday serenade/baby announcement, then sang it again just a few hours after Molly was born). (Beca's definitely in the background somewhere, rolling her eyes at Jesse's cheesiness, as if she doesn't sing Molly to sleep every night with Flashlight.... And as if she didn't cry the first time Jesse sang it to their newborn there in the hospital. She blames that on the hormones though.)

Zekk and little Jasa, from the Test Tube Babies AU; Jasa loves to dance to whatever music she can find (and she'll make something up if she needs to) and her Daddy is her favorite dance partner!

Close ups:

[selfindulgentfandomstuff]

Gustav Klimt’s, “The Kiss” but make it selfship 😎

Anyways.. I redrew my take on this with Murdoc and Emmett. If anyone remembers the first version of this I posted a long time ago, no you don’t <3

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Murdoc (left): he/him

Emmett Becker (right): they/he

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Proshippers DNI

[hetaczechia]

[magpiecrust]

Trevor: Nobody wants anybody to die, I don’t want people to die.

Tom: Then stop trying to kill them!

[sinistaer]

                                  they left us alone / the kids in the dark                                    to burn out forever / or light up a spark                            we come together / state of the art                                we'll never surrender / the kids in the dark                                                                                          so let the world sing  BURN

                                 ind. priv. sel. original character written by red

[justmoreocs-edits]

Prestige Story Introduction

Poker games had always been more about the reading of other players than winning the actual game in Lilia’s eyes. The thrill of reading minute reactions, of figuring out what people might be up to, is something that she adored. Even when there were bigger troubles beneath the surface of the games, she tried to focus on the part she loved. Until a chance encounter at a game proves to her that there is so much more she could be doing with her skills, with the tricks she learnt as a magician, and the research skills University taught her.

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Prestige Story Introduction

Poker games had always been more about the reading of other players than winning the actual game in Lilia’s eyes. The thrill of reading minute reactions, of figuring out what people might be up to, is something that she adored. Even when there were bigger troubles beneath the surface of the games, she tried to focus on the part she loved. Until a chance encounter at a game proves to her that there is so much more she could be doing with her skills, with the tricks she learnt as a magician, and the research skills University taught her.