#a different kind of hero au

[dark-elf-writes]

!!!! Sudden thing I need desperately to see.

Fuyumi, who has been working every odd job she can find under the table while putting herself through college and finally has a stable job and a decent sized savings account full of money her father has no claim to (possible partial inheritance from her mothers side for eh family? A grandmother or aunt on Enji’s side that saw the writing on the walls but couldn’t do anything?) walks into a police station, looks Tsukauchi in the eyes, and says “My father has been neglecting me and one of my brothers and abusing the other two for years and I have proof!”

He knows it’s true, his quirk tells him so, but even he is amazed by the massive color coded binder she pulls out of her bag without losing that same calm look.

Everything is in their. Years of horror. Of the truth fi Touya’s death. Of every piece of first aid she has ever had to do for Shouto down to pictures of the wounds. All of it.

The ticket to their freedom.

And she the one that will lead them to it if no one else will step up to save them. A hero of a different kind.

Fuyumi gets custody of both of her brothers and, other than a change in scenery and the restraining orders they all carry on a certain hero, not much really changes.

She cares for them as she always has. Helping them. Raising them. Sister. Mother. All of it because her father had ruined her. Had ruined Touya too.

She would not let him ruin Natsuo and Shouto as well.

[kamabokobun]

My Link and Zelda :)

[sea-lanterns]

If Navia is our resident friendly neighborhood spiderman(woman) then I wanna be the local black cat.

Just a notorious thief, who constantly flirting with the hero 😘

Spiderman! Navia…… 👉👈

I still have not seen the Spiderverse movies…or any spiderman movie for that matter, but I just get so giddy imagining Navia doing the iconic Spiderman kiss where she hangs upside down and kisses you like that 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Also, imagine her using her webs to snatch you up when she catches you stealing (since you’re a black cat) and she goes “bad kitty!” before dragging you home while you flirt with her. She’s trying her best not to get too flustered but Navia is so sweet and good natured that she isn’t used to an attractive woman wanting her this badly.

[peacerisendove]

I'm still on my post-Impulse, post-everything (New Earth), thoughts about Thad, so bear with me for a moment.

But there is just so much potential with Thad after his death. Dying is literally the best excuse you can give a character to reinvent themselves and it's untapped potential with Thad.

Reinvention also fits so well with his character's sort of inherent theme of identity! Also reinvention doesn't have to have a positive or end-all-be-all outcome for him. He doesn't have to stick with it because right alongside identity is topic/theme of self-discovery.

Genuinely, he can go in any direction. It makes him such and interesting character to play with!

[jamiethebee]

You know what irks me the most about the mha ending. (Sorry I'm still on it.)

Like the early parts of the manga, there were so many grown up hero AUs in fandom (like storylines that took place when they're adults and heroes) and they're fun! A little silly!

And then we had the war arc and cities are being destroyed and everything's torn up and for over a hundred chapters, it's been oh huh I guess every AU like that will just be canon divergence lmao

And then Horikoshi basically wipes the slate clean so I guess all those AUs could technically canon compliant. There's not even much in the way of lasting physical damage! Because it's dealt with???? Immediately???? Within months?????

Which is fine! Nothing wrong with it! The AUs are fun! But, it just irks me that you could throw out half the manga because it didn't matter. Nothing majorly changed. Silly adult hero AUs for everyone I guess because the League may as well have been 2 bit villains for all the effect they had at large was. Idk. Maybe I'm bitter? Maybe my brain still trying to process the ending and the change in how AUs relate to canon? I guess - what was all the constant sprinkling in of "society has let people down" that we see from chapter 1? It meant nothing? I guess????? I mean A WAR HAPPENED. But whatever I guess heehee wasn't that soooooo silly???? That people's take on early story can be the same as post story?????

[galactaknightyaoi]

making a fankid but shaking my head the entire time so people know i'm against the societal belief that everyone's goal and only purpose in life should be to have kids and form a family

[vandalizedheart]

❝ So like— I know almost every other Sonic and Shadow across the multiverse have their lips permanently stitched to each other's genitals, in some weird, eternal sixty-nine. But I don't get how. ❞

❝ Like— You mean to tell me other variants of Shadow don't scream at their Sonic because they failed treatment from their fancy-pants, G.U.N provided therapists? Even after all you've done for him? Like digging his prickly ass out of the rubble after he fell from space? Or sitting in the ICU with him everyday, helping him get his memories back, because he was amnesiac after the fall? ❞

[casiavium]

I really need to be cleaning my room but. fanfiction I'd write if I had time but I Do Not

There are several ghiralink fic storylines that are along the lines of "Link gets exactly what he thinks he wants and turns out it isn't really what he needs" (whether real or a dream-state) that have him taking Ghirahim's sword and gaining complete control over him and the themes are of personhood and power and complacency. be careful what you wish for type things. A few that are Ghirahim killing Link/Link losing and realizing he would rather have him alive and fighting instead of dead/given up because it was more fun than way, but usually end up being sad. oh well I guess for the former and teaming up with Link to defeat Demise for the latter.

What I want to write is the themes of scenario 1 but role reversed so it's like scenario 2 with Ghirahim having the "this isn't what I wanted" moment. Ghiralink adds, usually as a joke, a level of "if I can't kill you, maybe you could join me ;)" and I want to write more or less Link doing that, Link being a perfect subservient extension that does everything he wants him to and he doesn't regret it (he can't), but Ghirahim having the realization that he doesn't want someone who is nothing more than an object for him to use. A doll. A sword.

And then, how Link has guilt over Fi and the Master Sword and his role as hero and how Hylia controls him but he's no better than her, Ghirahim realizing Link is now what he is to Demise and rethinking his own position. Is this what Demise thinks of me. Is that why he treats me the way he does. And he takes his anger out on Link but Link can't fight back anymore. Link doesn't want to fight back anymore, and not in a depressed it's hopeless kind of way, but in the same way Ghirahim accepted Demise pulling the sword out of his chest.

When Ghirahim is empty and goes isn't this what you wanted, Link can genuinely say no because he has a hero's heart and conscience and never meant for anyone to get hurt. When Link goes I am what you made me, Ghirahim has to face that fact that yes, he is, and he is made in my image, and I do not want this anymore.

[crowsyart]

Some of these have way more meaning than others some are just vibe based I’m a bird guy I gotta birdify the soul eaters

Maka - Carolina Wren

Soul - Osprey

Black☆Star - Common Kingfisher

Tsubaki - Black Heron

Kid - Black Vulture

Liz - Red Tailed Hawk

Patty - Rough Legged Buzzard

Crona -Kauai o’o’

Ragnarok - Loggerhead Shrike

Medusa - Crested Serpent Eagle

Marie - Buff Orpington Chicken

Spirit - Red Crested Cardinal

Stein - Harpy Eagle

Death - Andean Condor

Justin - Turtle Dove

Giriko - Hoatzin

Eruka - Potoo

Mifune - Snowy Owl

Sid - Ostrich

Hero - Grey Catbird

Asura -Magnificent Frigatebird

Naigus - Groove Billed Aini

Asuza - Western Jackdaw

[toitlselfindulgenz]

Anybody care for some spidey au capril with a bonus baby Junior?

[dark-elf-writes]

More on the Fuyumi adopting her siblings au because she is best girl and I love her.

The biggest adjustment, of course, is in both of their relationships with Shouto. Neither Fuyumi nor Natsuo got to be as close with their youngest brother as they would like and he was hit particularly hard with their dad’s brand of conditioning and for his part Shouto was in essence raised in a bubble. There’s just a lot that he plainly does not know because he has never needed to know.

(Metal and microwaves not being friends is the first and most dramatic lesson. Fuyumi ends up holding him on the floor of their frost covered kitchen in the new apartment and crying silently as she realizes just how hard this is going to be.)

Natsuo keeps offering to get jobs to help out but Fuyumi won’t hear of it. They have enough between the inheritance, her own salary, and the damages paid from Endeavor. He and Fuyumi have this silent battle do him trying to give her money that hes getting from… somewhere and her forcing it back on him in increasingly ridiculous was.

All of them learn what it’s like not to have to walk on eggshells. To be able to be people rather than trophies. They learn their likes and dislikes that they never would have found. Natsuo gets tattoos and dyes a streak in his hair. Fuyumi gets her belly button pierced just because she can (and a few too many glasses of wine were had). Shouto’s wardrobe is filled with a mix of styles only related by the fact that Enji would hate them.

[science-lings]

I was gonna ask "who thinks swapping triforce pieces changes personality?" and then I remembered all the fanfics and AU's doing exactly that. Aren't the triforce pieces "attracted" to people who /potentially/ might embody them in their truest form? I swear I read that somewhere. That's why Link doesn't have the triforce in every game by default, and why he's still a courageous and heroic even without it. Bc the triforce is just a "symbol" of who/what you already are deep down inside your heart.

Honestly, the triforce lore is wack. Generally, the triforce is together... unless it's touched by someone whose heart is unbalanced or deliberately shattered into pieces. I think the only hero born with a piece of the triforce embedded into their soul was the Link from tp (but I think some downfall timeline ones did? idk I'm not a total expert on the lore)

The pieces of the triforce aren't ever bound to a person (aside from the full thing being passed through the royal family), the different pieces are swapped around constantly but they generally have to be earned or be what the person carrying it most values (or something?)

Link has gotten hold of the full triforce, and the triforce of courage, and the triforce of courage plus the triforce of wisdom, and the triforce of power has been held by so many more characters than just ganon(-dorf), and even has been held by 'good' characters, (Lana... that might be it but my point still stands that it's not the triforce of power that makes the villains evil)

Ganondorf in oot only got the triforce of power because his heart was imbalanced and he couldn't take the whole thing.

What I'm saying is that the whole triforce trio, with the red blue and green, and the three goddesses and whatever, just isn't as concrete as it's sold to us as being. Like the triforce isn't set up to be this thing where there's one person per piece, like that's all just capitalism for Nintendo to sell more splatfests

[no-more-tales-tavern]

@thelastvoidwalker sent: "While practicing her magic, Katsumi’s wild magic flairs, and accidentally summons a god-like being. What happens next is up to you"

Katsumi had gotten used to expecting the unexpected from her magic—chaos incarnate, it was, and with every violent outburst and flare of aggression, something new and strange burbled up out of the weave to aid her in her fights. Sometimes it was teleportation, sometimes it was elemental bursts, sometimes it was that she grew twice her size—but she was used to strangeness with her rage.

Accidentally summoning an elder god in the middle of her vent-session out in the middle of the forest after learning about Izuku's latest great achievement, though, was something new.

As was the feeling of that all-mighty elder god's enormous cosmic dick slamming into her womb unprotected, barrelling away into her guts with a steady smack, smack, smack of his hips against her ass, ringing through the forest clearing she'd been training in, and mixing with the passionate cries and moans of ecstasy as she felt his cockhead bully her womb into submission.

"FUCK~!! FUCK FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK~!!" the wild barbarian woman screamed out, her fat ass clapping lewdly behind her with every buck of the elder god's hips against her backside. Her arms pressed hard against the rough bark of the tree she was being plowed into, and her eyes rolled back as her cheek was pressed into it so she could look back at the cosmic being. "YOU'RE FUCKING BREAKING ME~!!"

"Then perhaps you will learn not to disturb those who shape the cosmos, child~" the Void Wanderer boomed out in a deep, foreboding voice, one hand around her supple neck to hold her steady, while the other tangled in her wild blonde hair and jerked her face away from the tree, tilting her back towards him. "Learn, or lose yourself to your punishment~"

Katsumi moaned as she was pulled back, staring into the starscape that was the elder god's face—feeling as though she was staring at something she shouldn't be. She felt her body giving way under her, her hips jerking and bucking back into his thrusts as the intensity of cock against her womb became too much to bear—with a sudden moan, she threw her head back and screamed, climaxing hard around him, as her brain went completely blank.

Behind her, the Void Wanderer let out a low grunt of pleasure, before allowing a smirk to grace his face. The blonde blowhard bitch was now little more than a fucked dumb bimbo on his cock, moaning and mumbling incoherently as she took his fucking with a lewd smile spreading slowly across her face. Chuckling, he pulled her away from the tree and snapped his fingers—a portal back to his home plane appearing behind him.

Without another word, he held his new slave close to his chest and walked through the portal, bouncing her up and down with every step he took.

[sunderwight]

A fun prospect for Superhero-themed SV AU's that I don't often see is genre dissonance. Like, Luo Binghe as this edgy 90's style antihero who just straight up kills his enemies and sleeps around and is driven by selfish motives (revenge, ambition, etc) rather than altruistic morality, vs Shen Qingqiu as this kid-friendly supervillain who is "evil" mostly in terms of aesthetics and his ability to make inconvenient problems that are reasonably safe for child heroes to solve. Something like Punisher vs Team Rocket in terms of vibes.

Maybe the reason they meet is because some big publishing house akin to Marvel or DC just bought up the rights to whole bunch of older, discontinued comics titles, and decided to do a Justice League/Avengers style mash-up with a bunch of nostalgia properties and their most recognizable heroes and villains. Which means lots of crossovers condensing several titles into a handful of series.

Luo Binghe's origin always features him as a teenager, so he reboots as the youngest Avenger-equivalent team member in the new continuity. Even in this reboot, however, the writers still mostly go the gritty and dark route with his plots and stick to the same key developments -- his abandonment as an infant, his adoptive mother's tragic death, his tough life on the streets, abusive mentors and backstabbing "allies", and so on.

But Luo Binghe's life suddenly starts experiencing periods of dramatic change in his life when he's brought in for appearances in the lighter, friendlier world of the Junior Heroes continuity. After all, he's a natural choice for tying the two continuities together thanks to his youthfulness. Luo Binghe isn't consciously aware of the fact that he's moving between different titles and different writers. All he knows is that sometimes, when he hangs out with the bright and talented Ning Yingying, he's drawn into "conflicts" with Shen Qingqiu -- the kind of "villain" who will call for tea breaks, never actually hits anyone when he shoots his ray gun, leaves clues for all of his crimes, and can't seem to stop from imparting genuinely helpful advice in between his witty quips and taunts.

When Luo Binghe fights Shen Qingqiu, somehow he never actually gets hurt. Neither do any of his friends. The world in general seems brighter and lighter, as if there is some secret barrier protecting everyone from all the evils Binghe knows only too well exist in the rest of his life. Luo Binghe is increasingly convinced that Shen Qingqiu is the source of this mystical safety net. After all, for an allegedly powerful genius who is able to fool half the world about his wicked aims, he's never won a single fight against a kindhearted but somewhat ditzy teenager and her ragtag bunch of friends!

So what's he spending his actual energy on?

Luo Binghe is pretty sure it's keeping the real evils at bay. Making himself the biggest bad in town, and in doing that, making it so that the "biggest bad" is nothing worse than a slightly judgmental teacher in a pretty costume.

It's not long before Luo Binghe doesn't want to go back to the Justice League equivalent, to his world of misery and strife, even after his visits with Ning Yingying are supposed to be over. Especially as the global stakes of various heroic activities start getting higher, and it becomes clear that the boundary between Shen Qingqiu's safe world and the grimdark reality of Binghe's usual life are getting thinner...

[lordtraco]

Behold!! My Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU TAKEOVER contribution! Rìloù Bàng in teeny tiny form!

And an accompanying mini fic under the readmore

Mk gripped the weapon born of his own shadows. It thrummed in his hands, as full of life and energy as Monkey King’s staff. The key difference was that this was his.

Would it be rude to ask his new staff to perhaps not yeet him into the sky on their first day together? Probably. He saw a faint shift in the colors.

Oh no, you like that idea, don't you? 

MK wasn't certain how much his own silliness was just being mirrored back at him, but it slowly started growing as if playfully threatening to do so. 

“...you can morph it freely as you're capable of.” MK tuned back in to the end of Chiyou’s explanation.

“It’s-It’s… WOW it's perfect!” He smiled at them all, looking back at the staff for a moment. 

It was quiet, solid, real. It was his through and through, but… It needed an ode to his hero-turned-family, a reminder of the joy and wonder he felt upon first seeing the staff. 

“It's only missing one final touch!”

Taking a piece from his scarf, MK tied it to his new staff. It cascaded down, not catching on any wind. There were no explosions, no battles to run towards or from, just a quiet, happy moment with his family and a very kind god of war.

It wouldn't last, something would come along and twist his life into a tornado again. But when it did, Rìloù Bàng would be at his side to face it head on. And their ribbons would flow, a heroic sight in both light and shadow!

Thank you @kyri45 for this wonderful comic and inspiration!

[bloggerspam]

A Christmas Carol AU

Inspired by a prompt found in the @haunting-heroes-creative-games :) (i.e. back on my shit again)

When a 15 year old Jason, pissed at Bruce for taking Robin away from him, finds his birth certificate he realizes Catherine Todd is not his real mother.

Just as he resolves to go out and search for his birth mother, Jason finds himself accosted by three ghosts in his room, talking about A Christmas Carol of all things.

===

"So, what? We're gonna Christmas Carol him?"

Dan scoffs, crossing his bulky arms with an unimpressed look. "We hated that movie."

"I didn't." Dani chirps, disturbingly cheery, "I didn't see it!"

"We hate Christmas," Danny corrects, "But the movie was alright, and the logic is sound."

"I don't hate Christmas," Dani once again interjects cheerily, "I've never participated!"

"Sound my ass," Dan growls over her, throwing his hands up. "We don't even know this guy!"

"Minor detail." Danny insists, "Tuck can look him up."

"He's a fucking Bat, Danny." Dan scrunches up his face, pinching the bridge of his nose just like Vlad does when he's disgruntled with any of Dad's shenanigans.

"He's a Robin, actually." Dani pipes in, "And he's just a kid. How hard is it gonna be to pretend to be this kid's Ghosts?"

"You're a kid," Dan reminds her, crossing his arms, "And you didn't believe me when I told you sticking a fork in the outlet would shock you."

"I believed you," Dani sniffs haughtily, crossing her arms and pointing her nose up with a snooty voice, "The warning simply did not deter me from doing it anyway."

"We don't have to convince him we're his Ghosts, or even that we knew him before," Danny reasons, needling, "We just have to convince him that we're…"

He hums, pointing at Dani. "Past."

He points at himself, "Present."

He points at Dan, "Future."

Dani does a little cheer, arms up and twirling into the air before landing with her legs over Dan's shoulders, hands and head settling atop Dan's fiery, but harmless, hair. It flickers, before going limp into long white strands that Dani messes up by gently scrunching up the strands and running her fingers through them.

Dan lets her, huffing and looking weirdly like a downtrodden, wet cat. "Why am I future?"

"Because." Danny doesn't continue, because he knows it makes Dan annoyed. True to form, his scowl gets worse, like sucking on a lemon. They all know why anyway.

Dani grins, triumphant and knowing, letting her voice go real deep, "The future," she intones into Dan's hair, "is here."

"The future is now," Danny corrects her, but doesn't lose his smile, floating up to tuck a strand of her hair back behind her ear.

"The future is already here," Dan mumbles his correction, or is it a follow-up? "It's just not evenly distributed."

"How about you distribute some of those muscles, Gibson," Danny sighs, shaking his head "Waiting for puberty is such a drag, and we both know you didn't get the mass from Vlad's side of the family."

Dan makes a moue of disgust, but it serves him right. The consequences of his own actions, and whatnot. He looks up at Dani, who simply shrugs. "I think you'll do great." She leans down to give him two pats on the arm.

"So how's acting out A Christmas Carol gonna help us stop this Jason guy from blowing up?" Dani fiddles with Dan's hair, tongue poking out as she attempts a braid, "Will he even see us? Ghosts in this dimension taste funny."

"He'll be able to see us, it's magically rich enough for some ghosts to maintain a semblance of themselves," Danny explains for the third time. Dani and Dan hum at different pitches, and even though Danny is the common denominator he kind of hates that Vlad has more of a lasting impression on them. "The ectoplasm here is scarce and mostly corrupted, though, so it's rare."

"So there's lotsa bad ghosts here?" Dani eyes the messy braid she's made, proud, even as Dan's silky hair immediately causes it to fall apart, "Or 'mentally unsound' or whatever Frostbite called it."

"No," Dan grumbles, annoyed and indulging all at once, "Corruption begets ecto-rot, but the scarcity means they're not strong enough to actually retain their sense of self enough to rot."

"Shades," Danny explains when Dani looks even more confused, "There's lots of shades."

"Is this one of the Olympian dimensions?" Dani groans, flopping over Dan's shoulder as he sits down on the sofa, "I love Pandora and all, but if I see Zeus again I'm gonna lose it."

"It's one of the hero dimensions," Danny hums, taking over braiding Dan's hair the way Jazz made him when they were little, "There's a couple of Amazons walking about, but on the whole no Olympians."

"I don't know why he didn't just dump me in a Norse dimension." Dan leans back and closes his eyes to their ministrations. "Especially with my current occupation."

The three of them are sitting in Dan's apartment, a large loft studio located somewhere in the UK of the aforementioned hero-dimension. Alber-something, Danny can't remember. Doesn't need to, it being a different dimension from his anyway.

Dan doesn't have a lot of things: a sofa and TV, a bed in the corner, a decent but small kitchen. They're still trying to figure out decorations, but Dan on the whole is a minimalist so it's been slow going.

He's working as a bartender these nights, whiling away his odd existence now that his form has stabilized.

And wasn't that a trip? Learning that hey, adult lightning halfas shouldn't really be mixed with teenage ice halfas, actually!

Apparently, ectoplasm can become corrupted if you try to combine incompatible sources.

Apparently, side effects include (but are not limited to) unmitigated violence and a devastating need for vengeance.

Sound familiar?

"This dimension has a lot of time continuity errors," Danny reminds him, "Dropping you here gave the least amount of pushback."

"Yeah, yeah," Dan flaps a lazy hand, "Praise be the speedforce and flashpoints and whatnot."

"Plus," Dani adds softly, absent-minded as she watches Danny finish up the braid, "Lotsa heroes to help out if you relapse."

Dan heaves a slow, controlled sigh. Danny and Dani both pretend they don't notice.

"Is it bad?" Dan doesn't open his eyes, his voice is so low Danny can only hear him by virtue of his ghost powers, "Like me levels bad?"

"No." Danny shakes his head, leaning into his older self, his older brother of sorts, "He decapitated eight crime lords, killed a couple of assassins, maybe an innocent or two depending on your definition of things."

"Past tense?" Dan scrunches his nose. They all hate how confusing Time Shenanigans are.

"He's living as Red Hood, right this very moment."

"Red Hood?" Dani questions, "That his hero name?"

"Crime lord alias." Danny corrects her, "But he's more of a vigilante these days. Has a bat on his chest and everything."

"But it's bad enough to warrant a trip to the past." Dan points out, "Bad enough for us to try and persuade him. Does he relapse?"

"Not…exactly." Danny scrunches his face, not wanting to explain Clockwork's ambiguity.

Dani floats to spread over Danny and Dan's laps, sprawling out and purring like a cat. Self-soothing, though it's more for their benefit than hers.

"Like Dani said, there’re lots of heroes here, and he doesn't have powers." Danny continues, petting at Dani's soft hair, "The world doesn't end. He doesn't have the means to, even with the ecto-rot."

Danny pauses, and chooses his words deliberately and carefully. "And deep down, Jason Todd is a hero through and through. Relapse would be…difficult. His Obsession is similar to yours."

Dan lets that sit for a moment, but nods, Danny moving a little with the motion. The tension slowly bleeds out as they wait like that, enjoying each other's company.

"If the world doesn't end," Dani whispers, "Why is Clockwork sending all of us?"

Danny thinks on that, on his meeting with Clockwork. The Ancient's voice when he explained what would happen.

He thinks about Jason Todd, about Bruce Wayne, and Catherine, and Sheila. He thinks about Batman, and Robin.

He thinks about Dick Grayson and Tim Drake, about Damian Al Ghul, about Cassandra Cain, and all of Jason's Outlaws.

He thinks about a tattered uniform that stays up in a glass case for a long, long time.

Most of all, he thinks about Dan.

He thinks about regrets and one bad day away.

And then he stops thinking about it, because sometimes the past is the past, and other times, it's the future that never happens that haunts you instead.

"You know, Dani." He settles on, "I'm not sure. He probably has his reasons."

Dan leans heavier onto him, and they lean together like that, with Dani in their laps.

Ghosts of decisions made, unmade, and never to be.

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