FosterWasHere
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When he'd landed in the Prime Dimension, Rick made a vow: No attachments, no vulnerability. The Smiths weren't his family. Morty? Just another one of infinity. He told himself he was doing fine.
After crawling out of the Fear Hole, Morty told himself he didn't mind knowing his worth. If Rick could swap him out and still sleep at night, Morty could learn to live with that.
Evil Morty had only ever made one promise: that he'd never trust a Rick again. He clawed his way out—walked over the remains of who he used to be—and survived. Never again would a Rick get close enough to hurt him.None of them are ready to be proven wrong.
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Or, When a piece of their shared past forces itself back into the present—and takes Morty with it—the facade they’ve each built begins to crack. Planets are searched, enemies turn to reluctant allies, and old scars are torn open. A weapon is rebuilt, and there is only one question for Rick to answer.
Past or Present?
A decision is demanded.
Morty and Evil Morty think they know Rick's choice before he even answers. Rick knew his choice before the question was even asked.
(NOT ABANDONED, SLOW UPDATES, IM VERY BUSY)
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clearly, you don't own an airfryer by FosterWasHere
Fandoms: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan
04 Jun 2025
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Armin: Guys what do you think of my outfit
Armin: robloxavatar.png
Connie: Expect to see your username on Rule34 in approximately an hour.
Eren: WHAT
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An Attack on Titan modern au/chatfic, because I’ve hyper-fixated and need to be euthanized.
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Please Return to Sender by FosterWasHere
Fandoms: Mouthwashing (Video Game), Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
25 Apr 2025
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“Hello, Lieutenant Harold!” The android greets him directly. “My name is Daisuke, I am a DM900, created by Elijah Kamski to provide you with-”
Swansea decides he’s heard enough the mere second ‘Elijah’ and ‘provide you’ leave the machine’s mouth and he’s turning to look towards Jimmy’s desk so fast that it almost gives him whiplash, fire in his eyes. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
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Or, Lieutenant Swansea Harold, self-proclaimed anti-android, finds himself in possession of Daisuke, the only DM900 model of his kind, specifically made for him.
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If you told Paul that choosing to mention that he’d turned 21 in passing recently would result in him being yelled at before he could’ve finished his morning coffee, he wouldn’t have believed you.
Not because he was confident that he wouldn’t be able to get himself into hot water that early into the day (parents not included), but because he thought this was a nonissue.
Two-Bit Mathews, apparently, felt otherwise.
(Cursed Tulsa AU)
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If there was one thing Viridity took pride in, it was his sense of loyalty to those he found himself devoted to. Sure, a few instances of this were less feelings of loyalty compared to raw obsession- but that didn't change the fact that he stood unwavering alongside them.
Dancing on the line between life and death, it only seems fit that she reaffirms her twisted sense of loyalty to the changeling mere feet away.
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What-If Scenario: In which a dying Viridity brings Skipper down with them.
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The Clown Car Chronicles { D&D Oneshots } by FosterWasHere
Fandom Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game)
01 Aug 2024
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A bunch of oneshots and drabbles regarding my ongoing D&D Campaign w/ Friends ; The Clown Car!
Based in Waterdeep Dragon Heist w/ Homebrew Elements
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Detroit: Take Responsibility [ DBH x Mouthwashing ] by FosterWasHere
Fandom Detroit: Become Human (Video Game), Mouthwashing (Video Game)
25 Apr 2025
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Detroit: Take Responsibility is a Mouthwashing x Detroit: Become Human AU
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He told Mikey he wouldn't touch another pill for as long as he lived, something he's sure the guy has heard from every passing person who's entered inpatient, sat in those hard unforgiving metal chairs. They probably stopped keeping a tally of how many showed back up again with the same solemn promise as if they forgot they already broke it the first time.
Addiction is a constant fight, where the opponent learns how to lose more than they'll ever win. Relapse expected, it's just how it goes.
Frank just has a devastating reason to be so terribly certain he won't.
In the aftermath of a harsh sober reality, Dr. Frank Langdon returns to The Pitt to face whatever mess he left behind while trying not to fray apart at the seams.
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self indulgent chaotic group chat fic featuring the beloved Pitt Crew !!!!
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While Chad is trying to be a good person by escorting Robert home, they get hit by a superpower that makes it very painful for them to be more than a few feet apart. In trying to figure out how to be together under these new conditions, they learn a lot more about each other and slowly fall in love.
Or, the Reverse Social Distance AU that emmasmoke8 keeps yapping about on Tumblr
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Trigger Warning: Implied/referenced self-harm, body dysmorphic disorder, jokes about murder/suicide, more to be added -
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After the "Shift from Hell" Frank goes home. And then things go pearshaped.
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Frank Langdon becomes a patient of PTMC Emergency Department. How will he handle it? How will his colleagues take to diagnosing and treating him? Will they figure out what's going on? The pressure is high when it's one of your own.Chapter Nine. A long awaited friend(?) finally shows up.
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At eight years old, Frank Langon was dealt a shit hand in life. Dead parents, six foster families in five years, and now cancer on top of it all...
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"Did you find a foster?”“No.” Casey glanced through the window into the room. Frank faced away from them, but they could see the gentle rise and fall of his chest. “No one will take him. He’s going to have to stay here for treatment.”
“Can I foster him?” It was out of his mouth before he even realized. Sure, he wanted to ask, but he didn’t want to sound too eager about it. Casey gave him a withering, suspicious glare and he found himself rambling. “I want to. He’s a sweet kid, and I’m a doctor! I’m prepared to take care of him. And I live with my sister who is in school to be a doctor, too. And we have an accessible bathroom already, for after his surgery. My whole house is accessible! Ramps for wheelchairs and all one level. And! It’s a good neighborhood.”
“You got an ulterior motive?” Casey asked, thankfully cutting him off.
Robby hesitated. Her frown hardened and the words spilled out of him, “We clicked. He’s a good kid. I—I wanna adopt him.”