#countdown au

[mangoshibi]

Countdown Au: ( Intro <- here )

Part 7: taking this party HOME!!

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[fandomandangstlover]

go my shotwed au

[phightingaus]

zerooo way for me to tell if when I pressed ask it did anything so im doing this again if I accidentally sent this thing twice then oopsie daises still au time :)

ok im bac k (bird guy) hi hello im back with uhh. yet another idea for an au yay yahoo

honestly I got this au while listening to the epithet erased-related song Countdown and going “whuh…. Wait” so make that two aus that have been directly sparked because of epithet erased

anywhoosies!!!

i have no clue what im gonna call this one so it’ll just be the Countdown AU for now. The very basics of it is:

Scythe ends up working partially for the Ban Lands as a bounty hunter :)

Im just gonna go through the bit that like. Vividly popped into my mind when I came up with the idea lalalaaa

ok so anyways. I’m not sure entirely why Scythe would end up ditching the Church for the literal government but likeee im leaning toward smth like they caught her (actually was competent with keeping her locked up) and threatened to kill her if not. someone randomly saw the Inpherno’s most wanted in a cell and was like “hey…… what if we put her on our side”

in their defense she’d make a great bounty hunter! Putting the skills she got in the Church to actually catch criminals well and all. Only problem is she doesn’t give a hoot about the Ban Lands so this is all probably some sort of ploy or something but like

she does the job they gave her at least. bounty hunting. Doesn’t matter who she’s sent after, she’ll hunt ‘em down. And they know that after a bit, so they decide that they can actually get stuff done with this lady.

I’m not sure who exactly shed go after, probably mostly just randos but based on the song I have some ideas-

-Medkit (The first bounty claimed in the song I based this off of has lyrics that I feel like could fit this one- specifically “‘Life was hard behind bars’ said the shaking deer/‘And I ain’t going back’”. Also I think it’d be most fitting for her to allow him a duel instead of just gettin him there since they actually knew each other [“Tossed a pistol, made it crystal clear what’s next/Ten paces or the iron cuffs/Last chance to dance is laying at your feet/All you have to do is pick it up”] or something idk)

-Maybe she was sent to figure out why there’s some stuff off about Blackrock. Like Ban Hammer knew he couldn’t do anything abt it but if she’s not even working for the government by a technicality she’s exempt from that restriction. (Came to be bcs the second bounty talks about a group of people and I wanna see Blackrock burn)

I feel like after a while of the bounty hunting, she might try to get involved with the Church again. But if im really evil maybe they’re now against her because of her dissension or smth. So now she’s actually just stuck in the bounty hunter role. Shes good at it but likeee she’s working with ban hammer ewwwwwww

anyways honestly I kinda wanna do smth with the whole thing of time in the song (there’s a constant idea in the song that the singer [Zora] is in control of the time and it’s constantly ticking down. I mean zora is literally in control of time but like there’s a whole countdown…. heh….. in the song) but I dunno what that’d be

honestly I wanna write smth about this I might flesh it out a bit more so I can write awesome bounty hunter crime phighting

Okay this one is really cool, Scythe being a reluctant bounty hunter is such a fun idea.

Also I wanna see Blackrock burn too buddy but uh did she kill Medkit?? Please say nah, bro has suffered enough.

[syn0dicosmosis]

Another Countdown Au Post!!

Made by Soapyness, Skybreadd, and Haybbale on twt!

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Tw for blood/light gore

[withacapitalp]

Countdown Pt 2

Follow up to this thing I wrote yesterday

People always acted funny when they saw his timer. They usually reacted in two ways- either they tried to pretend that they didn’t see it, or they said how sorry they were. 

That’s not enough time. 

Oh I wish you had more time. 

Only a few days? I’m sorry honey. 

But Steve had never been upset about it. Sure, he only had less than a week with his soulmate, but that only meant that their time was more treasured. They understood that they had to make every second count. 

Wasn’t that a good thing? 

“You’ll understand someday, Steven,” His mother had said quietly into her wine glass one night when it was just the two of them at home. She was sitting on the couch, flipping through their photo album idly, holding Steve hostage with stories about how good things used to be. How in love his parents were, once upon a time. How happy they used to be before the job, before the promotion, before the big house in Loch Nora. 

(They really mean before they had him. Not that either of his parents will ever admit that) 

“You’ll understand,” She repeated in a whisper, taking another long sip. 

“What will I understand?” Steve replied. Usually he tried to stay as still and silent as possible on nights like these, did his best to pretend like he didn’t exist, waiting for her to finally wave a hand and release him to his room. But this time he didn’t get it. 

“You’ll understand that this? This is a curse,” She spat out, holding up her right arm and showing him her timer. All zeroes. His mother’s soulmate had died when he was ten, but her timer had counted down. She had met him at some point in her life though. She knew him, but she hadn’t lived a life with him. Whoever he was, he had died alone.  

Steve had always wondered about that, always wanted to ask. If she knew who her soulmate was, why not be with them? If she had found that person, why not make every second count? 

“It’s a curse,” His mother had said, continuing when Steve didn’t say anything in response, finishing what was left in her glass, “Especially yours. I remember the first time I saw your timer. It was right after you were born. I was holding you against me, you were so little then, so sweet, and I looked down, and I saw it. Five days. What kind of God would only give my baby five days? Not a good one,”

Steve wasn’t exactly sure what kind of God was out there. If he was being fully honest, he wasn’t sure he believed in God at all. 

He believed….in the universe. He believed in something linking them all, something that knew them and wanted them to find the person that completed their lives. The Universe knew that Steve and his soulmate were strong enough to handle five days, four hours, and twenty two minutes. That unnamed unexplained universe knew that they would know what to do with that time. 

Steve had plans for his five days, four hours, and twenty two minutes. 

When he found that person, the first thing he was going to do was hold them for at least five of those minutes. Steve loved hugs, and his parents hated them, but his soulmate would love them too. He knew that for sure. 

So a five minute hug, and then he’d ask where they wanted to go. The two of them would travel to wherever his soulmate wanted. Steve had the money, he’d been saving every single birthday and Christmas check he had gotten since he was nine. By now, it was more than enough for two tickets to anywhere in the world. 

They would spend the whole plane ride talking and getting to know each other. They would laugh, probably a little too loudly, and annoy everyone else around them with how infatuated they were with each other. 

Maybe they’d go to Paris. Stroll through the city, eat pastries, stuff like that. Maybe they would end up in some remote part of the world where it felt like they were the only two people on the planet.

Maybe they’d just stay in Hawkins. Hole up in his house, listen to records, swim in the pool, or lie in bed all day. 

A hug, possibly a trip, and after that it was up to his soulmate. Steve wasn’t going to monopolize their five days with just his ideas. He had a bunch of suggestions if they didn’t know what they wanted, but those were the only two things he really cared about. 

He didn’t hug his soulmate when they finally laid eyes on each other. Steve didn’t even realize his timer had started counting down. 

He was too busy thinking about the broken bottle being held against his neck. 

By the time he and Eddie both realized that their timers had started, they were already in the thick of things. Steve had seen it while Nancy was wrapping her sweater around his waist to try and stem some of the blood coming gushing out of him from the bat bites. He had put both hands in his hair just to try and give himself some other pain to ground with, and his timer caught his eye. 

It was already on three days. 

He had only met one new person in the last two days. One new person who always hid his timer under a leather cuff around his wrist. 

Steve did go through with his plans, but it was a funhouse mirror version of them, twisted and wrong. 

They did hug, but it wasn’t something soft or intimate. Eddie had woken Steve up from a nightmare on their second to last day, and Steve had laid in his arms shaking for two of their final forty eight hours. 

They did go on a trip of sorts, if stopping the apocalypse in an alternate dimension counted as a trip. They went, but they didn’t stay together. 

God, if Steve had a chance to do it all over again, he never would have let Eddie out of his sight. 

There was no avoiding fate, no changing what The Universe had planned. Steve has always been aware of that. He’s known that as fact his entire life. But still. Maybe things would have gone the way they were supposed to if they had been together. 

Because it was supposed to be him that died. 

His entire life he had known it was going to be him. 

Steve has imagined it a thousand different ways. A random heart attack, or a freak accident, maybe even saving his soulmate’s life somehow. He had never even thought to consider it might be his soulmate saving him instead. 

It was perfect. Dustin and Eddie would be far away from the danger, and Robin and Nancy were going to be just fine. Steve had no idea when it was coming, but it was going to happen in this final fight. They would win and he would have to do something stupid to make sure they did. Something off plan that would end up killing him. 

Except, he didn’t do anything that wasn’t in the plan. 

It went off without a hitch. Well, there was a pretty scary moment where there had been vines around his neck choking him, but the rest had gone exactly as they wanted it too. He and Robin had torched the monster, and then Nancy shot him in the head. 

Vecna was dead, burning to ash on the floor in front of them. They did it. They actually fucking did it. 

The elation of that was unlike anything Steve had ever experienced. The bone deep relief of knowing everyone he loved was finally safe, that this was finally over. That he had somehow lived to get to see it all. 

He had lived. 

He…..he was still alive. 

Steve hadn’t even thought to look down at his timer. He had been so busy just reacting, being in the moment of the fight. The fight was over. They had won. Everyone was safe now. 

Steve was still alive. 

He looked at his timer. All zeroes. 

How long had it been all zeroes? 

Steve took an experimental breath, and then another. Still breathing. Still alive. He looked down at his wrist. Still all zeroes. It was like he was looking at a puzzle with only one piece left, holding that last piece in his hand, but unable to make it fit for some reason. There was just something that was so wrong. 

There were two options when it came to Timers. You died, and your timer vanished, or your timer hit zero, and your soulmate died. There were two options. 

Steve had just never considered the other one. 

And by the time he ran out of the Creel House, it was already too late. Steve knew that. He was running anyway. He wouldn’t believe it until he saw Eddie for himself. His mother’s voice filled his ears the entire time. 

“You’ll understand that this? This is a curse,” 

Steve had promised himself he would never think about his timer that way. Promised that he would never be like his mother. 

But she might have been right about this. 

[venelona-turtle-den]

may i present to you...

✨COUNTDOWN AU⌚✨

... an AU where Splinter did not take the lil' turtle boys with him, and so Draxum raised them to be his perfect human-killing machines.

▶ Draxum did not bother to give them names and calles them by numbers.

▶ Huginn and Muninn are the glorified babysitters.

▶ Humans are the enemy.

‼ This is Apritello AU/story. If you dislike this fact, you are welcome to block the tag and move on ‼

💖Raphael

▶ Number One

▶ Assigned leader by Draxum

▶ With the lack of a proper parental figure he is more of a dad of the group than older brother. Given that, he is perpetually stressed.

💜 Donatello

▶ Number Two

▶ Has a secret human friend since childhood. Nothing wrong with this, unless you are a mutant who is being taught to one day wipe out all of the humanity :)

▶ Was discouraged from pursuing technology for the longest time and has to use his mystical weapon

▶ POV of the story 💜

💙 Leonardo

▶ Number Three

▶ Mr Teen Angst™

▶ Rebellious lil' shit who actively dislikes the whole plan of Draxum's, and, with such, a big headache for Raph especially

🧡 Michelangelo

▶ Number Four

▶ Most attached to papa Draxum

▶ Favourite of the gargoyles, too

▶ Just wants dad's love...

I'll both draw and write for this thing, so stay tuned for when I drop chapter 1 💖✨

[daemoninwhiteround2]

Dae I need more of your countdown au!! I am so excited to see Jason reaction to waking up on the bench! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 Please

Previously on Countdown.

Opening Jason's body takes time and patience, two things that they do not have an abundance of. Jason's never consented to a proper blood draw after his return, but between the sample that confirmed his identity and what Damian has told them, Bruce knows that even now traces of the Lazarus Pit lingers in Jason. They cannot count on any sedative keeping him down for the period of time it ought, but Bruce is simultaneously hesitant to risk the Pit not working or overcoming its affects and overdosing Jason.

(To fail now, at this point, when they're so close, would be cruelty itself.)

If Jason's first few times are painful, until his body properly adjusts or his vagina blooms properly, he'll have no one to blame but himself.

Bruce finishes slicking himself up and takes a breath.

This is the likely the last quite moment they'll have for some time. It will be all hands on deck to overwhelm Jason's alpha nature and then to deal with his first heat.

He just has to keep his eyes on the prize. A happy, united pack, with Jason tucked up safely at its core. The pearl of the Wayne pack. Red Hood bought to heel, finally. No more needless deaths.

He grits his teeth and forces his cock balls deep into Jason's spasming body.

[aroace-number-eight]

Manifesting AUs I no longer have the time or ability to start on