anonymous asked:

I want a fic that's an film noir au with Bucky as PI James B. Barnes. And all the avengers show up with slightly changed names and Steve is of course the blonde girl who falls for him. It also includes so many references to actually movies that it's hard to read at some points. The plot is ridiculously convoluted. In the last chapter its revealed that it's not an AU but Bucky telling the story to a bunch of kids and Steve reveals what actually happened. It was about missing socks or something

OH MY GOD. Who wants to write this? I need this. This is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. “Now this dame, she was, I mean, damn.” Bucky gestures to his chest in an illustrative manner. “Right?” 

Steve rolls his eyes. 

1940s slang

Gas - either a good time or something that was really funny
Pass the buck – pass responsibility for
Above my pay grade – don’t ask me
Killer-diller – good stuff
Fat-head – stupid or foolish person
Chrome-dome – word for a bald headed man
Eager beaver – enthusiastic helper
Fuddy-Duddy – old-fashioned person
Dope – Back in the 1940s this word meant information, however now it is another word for drugs.
Drop – This word meant to kill.
Geezer – This word was a derogatory term for an older person.
Bum rap – This referred to a false accusation.
Bust your chops – This phrase was basically meant as a scolding, maybe to yell, but not to literally hit someone.
Broad- a woman

Carry a Torch – to have a crush on someone
Cat’s Meow – something splendid or stylish; The best or greatest, wonderful
Dame- a woman
Gams – a woman’s legs
Grandstand – to show off
Applesauce – an expletive; same as horsefeathers, As in “Ah applesauce!
Jalopy – old car
Joint – a club, usually selling alcohol
Keen – attractive or appealing
Kisser – mouth
Line – insincere flattery
Stuck On – having a crush on
Swanky – ritzy
Swell- wonderful
Wise guy- a smart ass
Scram – ask someone to leave immediately
Gussy-to smarten up or dress up
outfit Military unit, a term with cowboy origins.
bad news- trouble
can- jail
ease up- calm down
get a load of that- look at that
hitch- to get married
hotshot- expert
in my book- in my opinion
patsy- scapegoat
pull - influence
paw- hand, as in “paws off!”
crummy - rotten, no good
wolf- aggressively forward man
get lost!
beat- exhausted
dang it!
Fall Guy - Victim of a frame
what a peach - referring to a sweet, charming, nice young woman
Buck up - cheer up, stiffen your spine


Warnings for mentions of child abuse and hate crimes and descriptions of sexual content, violence, and gore. AO3 Link

The city smelled like blood. It had been raining for days, maybe even weeks, but it seemed to Mickey that the pavement would never be clean, never washed away of the stains soaked in. It was to be expected, the stench. It was not commented on. Mickey supposed that was fine with him. It was his job, anyway, finding the blood that others ignored, and ignoring whatever blood came after he reported what he knew. This city was perfect for him, and he for it, sitting in his office with his head tossed back, looking out upside-down into the gray day through his open window.

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Detective Merlin Emrys has been hired by the millionaire heiress Morgana Pendragon to investigate her late father’s untimely death. Merlin sets his sights on mysterious Arthur Pendragon who has now inherited The Camelot Club from his deceased father. Something is drawing Merlin to this suave club owner, but is it suspicion or attraction?

For the fic Camelot Noir 

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Part of the Alternate Universe Graphic Meme by emjayelle

 I’ve seen a lot of people posting Dragon Age film noir AU stuff recently… I fell in love with that idea so I doodled this really quickly in class. Used a reference but can’t remember where I found it, sorry

My inquisitor Elia as some sort of femme fatale chain smoking in a bar. Because reasons. :3

1940s drinks

Note that cocktails from the 1930s and ’40s were predominantly based on gin, rum, brandy or whiskey - vodka did not make an appearance (in American cocktails) until the 1950s.

  • Gimlet
  • Whiskey sour
  • Manhattan
  • Martini
  • Sidecar
  • Tom Collins
  • Gin rickey
  • Old fashioned
  • Mint julep
  • Mojito
  • Scotch & soda
  • Rye whiskey (straight, out of the bottle)
  • Sherry flip



AU Avengers: Film noir- Les Vengeurs
Tony Stark is a big time mobster while Bruce and the rest of the guys are detectives for the New York police. Natasha is an immigrant from Russia involved with Clint.


A little tease for something commonplacecaz and I have brewing.

In case it wasn’t apparent, that’s d’Art on the bottom left, holding the famous Kodak Bantam Special.  It’s a camera that wasn’t actually in production (yet) at the time this is set, but it’s so iconic and such a brilliant piece of Art Deco design that I wanted to include it anyway.  

Null-Entity on deviantArt provided stock that I referenced on Aramis right here.

Gunshots Through the Void || Film Noir AU || violeteyedkiller


Stan as a film noir detective and Skyler as the desperate client.

"Easy there Baby Doll." He pauses to toss his cigarette to the ground, violet eyes glancing to her. "Now. What seems to be the problem."

Easy. Easy for him to say. A weary sigh left her ruby lips as she took a drag from a fresh cigarette, trying to calm nerves more jittery than a chipmunk in a swimming pool of coffee.

"I work for the museum. An artifact was stolen—I was told you were the man I needed to see."

This Gun for Hire || Aeryn and Chiana

why don’t you guys send me your characters name and i’ll put it in this generator and write a starter based on what comes out

New York City, July 11, 1940

She shook the rain out out of her hair as she stepped into the office. Normally, she liked the rain - it was warm, refreshing. But there was something off tonight. Something in the way the city felt. She couldn’t put her finger on it - a first for her usually keen senses. Whatever it was had made her uneasy enough to return to the office after nursing a couple scotches in the seedy joint down the street.

Aeryn sat down at her desk, and stared at the rain pounding against the glass. In quiet moments like this, she couldn’t help but reflect. This was hardly the life she’d expected for herself. A detective. With the lowest of the low-lifes for clients. Before her injury, she’d had so much promise - a whole career laid out at her feet. The world had been on the verge of war, and she had served her country. She’d earned a reputation as one of the deadliest, most effective operatives in the intelligence community. Until a Soviet bullet had cut it all short. Aeryn’s jaw tightened at the memory of the injury, her hand running over her now perpetually stiff leg. 

And so this was her life now. Dreary. Lonely. Selling her mind - and her gun - just to put food on the table and liquor in her belly. 

A sharp knock on the door drew her out of her thoughts. It was long past business hours. The lights in the dingy office were out. No sign of anyone inside. So whoever it was had to be on their last hope. Aeryn reached for the gun she kept strapped beneath her skirt. She crept silently towards the door. Gun trained carefully at the frosted glass, she could see the outline of someone on the other side.

"We’re closed," she said sharply. "What do you want?"