#sprawl au

[kicktwine]

miskellaneous

[runsonlovepower]

the thing about Unity, the mech, is it was - hi You get my tweets now - is that it’s both very old, by mech standards, and also basically a shell. a skeleton. it is only made of mechanical gore and tubes and veins and metal plating skin, it has little to no nervous system, no magic that makes the invisible connections and no future bluetooth to facilitate the exchange of electricity from the pilot to the shell. The pilot is the nervous system, a replacement in there so the thing can work and think (and it wants to work and think, it must). so despite its beautiful outer shell, and gilded airs, and white motifs, the Candidate chamber is actually quite ugly, functionally. It won’t take updates. It’s very tubes and wires and … squish. And grey metal and silicone plugs. old old systems where they have to physically connect to the pilot and taking said pilot Out is an entire process that may or may not be viable. It has a very very pretty exterior with very fancy systems and patrol mechs and rooms inside with pretty crystals and such but inside the Divine’s heart is all kinda gross

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 89

 The young justice team is in a bit of a pickle. It had been a usual mission, Klarion causing mischief again, before someone had mentioned the date. 

 The literal chaos lord had shrieked, stopping his attack, and asked for clarification. Maybe that wasn’t a good idea because one moment they were in Happy Harbour, and the next they’re somewhere else with green everywhere and floating islands. 

 And Klarion doesn’t explain- not that they were expecting him to- and just bolts into a… wow that is a very big and scary looking castle. Keep? Honestly it’s if someone combined a gothic citadel with a clocktower of some sort. 

 Not important, because they had chased after Klarion who uh… Oh no, that is a Very big entity, that is two Very Big entities that could crush them in their fingers. And they are now stuck in this place seeing as the portal closed behind them. 

 Honestly Klarion is happy he made it home before curfew! Even if he had to bring his sort-of-friends with him to make it in time. It’s not his fault, he’s not used to having a guardian, nevermind two! Not to mention siblings, which he’s now the oldest of too, so he has to be a positive influence. Like teaching them how to properly do chaos without destroying a world. 

 Oh, but this is perfect anyway, one of his dads has been wanting to talk to the speedsters anyway, and his other dad is still under house arrest for the whole, trying to take over the living realm thing. But that’s not important, he has little siblings to introduce! 

[lulzyrobot]

Had another session of Sprawl a couple nights ago.

For context, Kassidy has a chip in her head that allows the corp she works for (Manticorp) to hijack her and take control of her body to make her do jobs for them. (Which is insult to injury because if they just asked and paid her she’d still do it but this about taking away her autonomy) And the chip has consequences if she spills the details to anyone.

Needless to say, the work Manticorp is forcing her to do is overlapping with the party so she sucks it up and tells the them regardless of whatever pain it was gonna cause her… the chip immediately assumed control and made her watch as she's puppetted into was attacking the party. And Kass is unfortunately one of the two in the group who is built to deal damage. She was able to take control back just before she was about to kill the hacker, stabbing the shoulder instead of his heart.

Needless to say she's having a great time.

[theminecraftbee]

sometimes I think a lot about aus that exist only in my head that I’ll probably never write. today I’m thinking about. AU where joe is a mostly normal human who just happens to have the weirdest supernatural luck. one day he accidentally stumbles through a fair circle while trying to dodge a debt collector on the way home from work, and catches the eye of two notorious fey, scar and cub. despite the fact he’s otherwise a normal human, he also manages to get back out of the feywild, despite scar hunting him for sport and cub trying to entrap him.

cub and scar, fascinated by this, then start bothering him in the human world. scar is more the wild hunt kind of fae, cub is more the “entrap with trickery and wordplay” kind of fae. joe, being joe, keeps on escaping being got by either of them. however, also joe being joe, he slowly starts to actually befriend them. he starts having regular lunch dates with cub in which cub only barely bothers trying to entrap joe. he and scar end up basically playing tag. and scar and cub end up starting to feel the very strange sensation of starting to become slightly more human, thanks to proximity with joe so constantly. meanwhile, joe’s own morality is becoming slightly more inhuman, as he spends so much time hanging out with cub and scar.

they form a weird equilibrium, right up until joe shows up to a lunch date in disarray. his only human friend, cleo, has gone missing while investigating a series of supernatural murders, and there’s someone after him, too. he doesn’t have the money or resources or anything to escape it. so, like, if he shows up dead, hey, at least he’s probably found cleo? haha. sorry he knows you two are immortal but he’s not but he’d assumed he had like, at least another decade in him before dying tragically young and teaching cub and scar about death, changing the trajectory of their lives forever—

cub steeples his fingers on the table, and he’s both more straightforward and less than he’s been in a long time with joe. and he asks joe: well, true, you alone don’t have the resources to fix this. but cub and scar—they’re powerful in their own right. and right now, they don’t have enough jurisdiction over joe to actually help, especially if there’s another powerful supernatural entity killing things right now. but what they do have is…

hey, joe, cub knows it’s been months since he last even bothered asking, but desperate times. how are you at contract negotiations? how would you like to sell yourself to the fae?

and things then go from there,

[mxmooniper]

FAE BOY SUMMER

[spirit-lanterns]

*grips table while breathing heavily*

HSR celebrity women walking out in nothing but a bathrobe when you share a hotel room together……..

[anannua]

team minato snooze pile

[lollystocks]

The Strange Case of Amity Park

So, the facts are these:

On April 12th, 2004, Annabelle Louise Robb goes missing during morning recess at Saleham Elementary, Illinois.

“No one realized until we were taking registration after recess, and she wasn't, just wasn't there. We were all calling for her, all over the playground- the panic, the panic actually didn't set in for a while.”

It's her tenth birthday.

Seven weeks later, another young child disappears from their bedroom, just a half-mile away from Saleham Elementary. Their name is not a matter of public record.

“We all of us in the town immediately knew something was up, that this wasn't no coincidence, cos things had been happenin’ for a while, things that made no goddamn sense. We'd been paying attention see, and this whole thing didn't start with the Robb girl, though outta-towners’d been calling us crazy.”

“Actually the curfews and all that, the paranoia, that started after little J- ahem, after the second kid. The cops needed three for a pattern, but not us.”

...

Over the next three years, a further twelve children vanish from the small town of Amity Park, Illinois, all under mysterious circumstances. No suspicious figures spotted, no signs of a struggle or forced entry, and no connection between the victims - other than that none was over seventeen.

“It was misery. Pure misery. We couldn't do anything to, to protect them. They were taken from locked rooms, from crowds, anywhere. Anyone's eyes left for a second’n they'd be gone. I barely slept those years. The whole town got sick from stress.”

Listeners might label this a classic case of serial murder or kidnapping, and officially, that's what it is - an unsolved case, of an unidentified subject taking kids.

But the official account fails to tell you the complete story.

“Amity Sheriff's Office does not provide comment on cold cases, now for the last time, please simply consult the official contemporary paperwork housed in the county library. Good day.”

“You have reached the answerphone of Amity Park Public Library. Please leave your message after the tone. You have reached the a̷͓͝n̷̪̣̾́s̸̗̎w̷̧͇̍ẹ̵̄͆͜r̶̨̬̊͝ṕ̴̢̝̓ẖ̵͛o̵͍͂͠n̸̫̍̓ĕ̵̫ of Amity Park Pu̴̮͚͝b̴̙͚̋lic Library. Please leave.”

…

Here's another fact - of the fourteen taken children, nine were found, all alive. Some within days, some over a year later. Or, as locals put it, Returned. Capital ‘R’. 

None of these children could, or would, talk about what had happened to them or where they'd been. Most didn't remember.

“I ain't giving you their names because they're sealed. You want a story, talk about the dead kids, their names are a matter of record.”

“Don't look for the Returned. Stay away from Them, trust me, and stay outta town too while you're at it. Now are ya gonna pay fer that or no?”

There are other facts, too, that aren't published with the lists of unfound children and redacted names.

Power outages. Outbreaks of violence. Unprecedented levels of crop disease; print and online media rolling to a total halt; a water contamination scandal. A vast and unspecific incident at local employer Axiom Labs, which left thirty dead, and families without answers.

“Sorry hon, the Axiom Thirty weren't, aren't buried here. We didn't really do burials during that time, as a town. You'd understand if you knew.”

…

On the night of August 24th, 2007, the last child vanishes from Amity Park. Daniel James Fenton, age seventeen, says goodnight to his family, and isn't in bed the next morning.

He remains missing to this day, and is presumed dead.

What exactly happened to this sleepy Midwestern town in the mid-noughts? Why has such a dramatic, tragic case been so withheld from the American consciousness? And what can we learn from the way the town responded to this trauma: its unnerving slip into superstition, ritual, and secrecy?

“What, you never seen blood blossoms before? I don't care if you got an allergy, you either sniff the flowers or you stay outside. And besides, ain't you [redacted]’s cousin? Did he not explain all this already? Look, jus’- wait, are you recording me?”

…

Welcome, to The Strange Case of Amity Park.

[kicktwine]

various (including frills)

[doorstoplord]

More Big Bro Ingo, Lil Bro Emmet because it is Good for the Soul

[oswednesday]

people on This website bleed and die for ao3 but every time i use the website for anything other than reading a fic done by a friend its a desolated landscape like, theres nothing there

[innytoes]

Gilmore Girls x Leverage x JATP crossover

I'm pretty sure I've asked you about some combination of those, but not all three at once lololol

Oooh Katie you have no idea what you have unleashed.

So @hawkguyhasstarbucks and I have this long-running joke that everyone everywhere should somehow be connected to Stars Hollow.

-Eliot is related to Luke Danes and you cannot tell me otherwise.

-TJ may or may not be Reggie's Uncle. Just based on vibes. (Also in a more canon universe he'd be like: Oh yeah my nephew's playing the Orpheum. No you don't know him, he died 25 years ago but I guess he's back now.)

-Sophie and Nate retire to Stars Hollow because they once got stuck there between jobs and Eliot couldn't help but introduce them to his cousin because Hardison already Knew and else Parker would have broken into his place.

-You know Sophie and Miss Patty know each other from Way Back When.

-Can you imagine how fucking annoying Nate would be at Town Meetings if he wanted to be.

-Luke's parents don't want him to end up like the Town Troubadour while Luke is like: um actually that was my backup plan if the whole rock star thing doesn't work out.

-Reggie's back up plan is for Luke Danes to make him his apprentice. He will not take 'diners don't do apprenticeships' as an answer. HE ALREADY WEARS PLAID HE CAN PUT ON A BASEBALL CAP IF IT HELPS LUKE.

-Parker vs Kirk: ultimate showdown. Either that or she LOVES his movies and like, loudly cheers at the screening when everyone else is silent.

-Alex' parents and Mrs Kim go to the same church. When they kick Alex out for being gay Mrs Kim is like: dancing and rock and roll may get you sent to hell but not loving your child for who they love is worse.

-Congrats Lane you have a white brother now.

-DRUMMER SIBLINGS. DRUMMER SIBLINGS. Lane shows Alex her secret closet and Alex is like: =/ I just came out of the closet thanks.

-Hep Alien vs Julie and the Phantoms friendly rivalry 4ever.

[tennessoui]

oh my god kit i can’t stop cackling at anakin finally becoming a master in the remedial mechanics au simply because he was able to “withstand” a slutty slutty obi-wan kenobi. like fighting in the clone wars? stopping a sith lord? nah. holding out against an absolutely debauched obi-wan? over half the masters in the order raise their drinks and welcome him to the club. i adore this it’s hilarious. anakin with his collar high: yes i definitely held out. i persevered. for sure

honestly the council probably just wants to pay him back for being the best source of entertainment this temple has seen in decades

they probably looked up how much a coruscant comedian’s sold out show cost because they thought they could just pay him in credits but turns out that’s a lot of money so they went huh what else has he been wanting

(obi-wan’s dick)

So they give him the rank of master because uhhh that appeared to be a very taxing situation and you survived padawan kenobi—people have been made masters for less

meanwhile of course anakin would totally throw a fit because honestly all the stuff he did during the war didn’t qualify him for the rank of master but this???? THIS DID???

but he can’t actually throw a fit because he didn’t actually resist the kenobi temptation

honestly he would like to see anyone try now that obi-wan isn’t just a natural twunky flirt but a distinguished gentleman hussy with decades of experience behind him, he deserves the rank of master for holding out for so long

[aerodaltonimperial]

(Here I go writing crap that like 5 people will be excited about, sigh, oh well, feel free to unfollow if I'm not producing what you want anymore but I just wanna write stuff that makes me excited y'know? Anyway here's a little tease of AN ACTUAL AU - surprise surprise - that is another spooky romp tailored entirely to things that I like)

March 4

The air is cool: crisp, the sort that bites at his cheeks. Spring hasn’t rolled in enough to provide real warmth, and on the skateboard, with the wind beating against his face, it’s even colder. But it’s a straight downhill shot to the shore, taking the road that winds around in sharper turns than most cars are prepared for, and Darby’s heart is hammering hard enough against his chest to replace some of the stolen warmth.

Out in the fog, cutting through the mist that hangs over the full stretch of where the sea whips against the coast, the lighthouse is blinking.

Shit.

He takes the next curve with too much speed and almost flips his skateboard, barely managing to stay upright. It takes some adjusted distribution of his weight to remain moving. The last thing he needs right now is to smear himself along the pavement and break something. One more curve, the longest and laziest of the hill, and the road deposits him down at the coast-hugging old highway lit by a few sporadic street lamps. He hops the curb, twists, and continues down the painted yellow line until he reaches the stone pathway that leads back into the old keeper’s house and, beyond that, the tower itself.

There’s a figure already there, standing by the metal fence erected solely to keep curious tourists out. Darby kicks off his skateboard, heart in his throat.

“It’s not doing anything,” he says, without greeting, a knee-jerk response.

Two hands go up in the air, a neutral surrender. “Neither am I. Danhausen just came to check.”

Okay. Relief starts to curl through Darby’s veins, though his heart rate stays elevated. He slides in beside Danhausen and they stare out into the fog for a few moments with only the sound of the wind sighing along the rocks to keep them company. It’s a rocky slope down to the ocean, the sort of beach useless for anything other than fishing; this stretch though, no one travels down to with their poles. The locals all know better.

After a minute, Darby sighs. It’s a painful exhale. “Don’t—”

“Danhausen already said he wasn’t doing anything.” Danhausen shrugs, his mouth thinned. “But if things go poorly…”

“Yeah, I know.” He does. He’s so very aware. Darby throws an arm back to scratch at the nape of his neck. “It’ll be fine. Coast Guard is enforcing the no-sail space. And tourist season won’t pick up til June. We’ve got months to calm it down.”

“Can you?” Danhausen asks. The question rings genuine, and that’s probably the worst part.

“I’ll figure something out. Just don’t…” He doesn’t gesture at the pathway out to the lighthouse, to the bricks that they had carefully reassembled in the still hours of the morning all those years ago. He’s still afraid to draw attention to the failsafe, just in case. Just in case the tower has more eyes than they’d ever anticipated.

“Danhausen will not do anything until it’s unavoidable.”

Darby nods. “Thanks.”

“But,” Danhausen begins, turning to face him. He must have noticed the glow as he was taking his face paint off, because there’s a swipe of it along his jaw still, overlooked. His eyebrows hike high. “This is probably a bad sign.”

“Everything with you is a bad sign.” Darby sighs again. “Fuck.”

Danhausen doesn’t admonish him for the language—he knows better, learned it’s useless. “Darby, look at the lights. You can’t—”

“Yeah, I know.”

Danhausen shakes his head, then glances back to the fog and the yellow light piercing through the murkiness, on and off. Short, short, long. Long, short. The glow reflects on his face, illuminating his features. Normal. It’s always amazing that he looks so normal. Sometimes, Darby even forgets.

Until times like this, anyway.

“Well,” Danhausen says, and pushes away from the fence. “Keep the tourists away.”

“It’s fine. It’s only March.”

“Spring break,” Danhausen says.

Fuck. Darby hadn’t factored that in. “Who would come here, anyway? Boring fucking place. No beaches. They all go south. Hit Mexico. Get in the bars underage.”

“Don’t stay here all night,” Danhausen warns.

Darby nods. “I won’t.”

Danhausen leaves Darby standing by the fence alone, and Darby curls his fingers in through the twined wires, his forehead settling against the barrier. As the lighthouse starts up another round, he taps the pattern against the metal. Four short. Two short, one long. One long, one short. Two long, one short. Short, long, short. Long, short, long long.

Fuck.

He pushes back, but keeps his eyes on the glow as he grabs his skateboard again. Fuck. Darby starts off down the old highway, kicking at the pavement to get speed, but his thoughts stay behind with the tower perched on the surf-beaten rocks and the word repeated, over and over, blink by blink.

H-U-N-G-R-Y

[fideidefenswhore]

a lot of mary stans do act like she was henry's "real" heir, certainly to dig at elizabeth, sometimes even edward. it's kind of weird bc they bring in kofa's ancestors to prove mary was more royal and so "deserved" to be queen, like it's more "fitting" that way even when her right to the throne comes from henry so who her maternal family is doesn't matter when it comes to who inherits the english throne.

they don't actually say it aloud, but they try pushing a narrative that since mary was queen after all, that proves everything henry did 1527+ was a waste of time and he should've just accepted mary was his heir and got on with life.

and the fact mary didn't have the best reign irl doesn't count to them bc all the problems she had never would've happened as england would've totally stayed 100% catholic and she'd have had about 20 kids and been the best queen ever.

it's funny bc in this au they don't seem to account for kofa probably still dying before henry meaning he could've easily remarried and had at least one son anyway. and who knows when he would've died so there's no guarantee henry accepting things would mean mary was ever queen.

i find it really hard to read anything about her bc of these people. they say they love mary but seem to prefer their au version over the real thing, like we should celebrate the perfect icon they just know she would've been which never existed, instead of actually studying who she was.

i have little to say except that i largely agree...

yeah, the...the succession act of 1543 in particularly they seem to....selectively.... understand? like, the language of that act is pretty clear. mary and elizabeth were both considered illegitimate under it, and so mary was not set as heir before elizabeth because henry 'secretly' (...lol) considered her 'more legitimate', but because she was the elder. mary also seems to have been the only heir in the sucession act whose inheritance was conditional upon the caveat that she would have to safeguard the new church settlement (although, mary and elizabeth's inheritance had the identical proviso that they could not marry without the consent of council, one which does not seem to have applied to edward vi).