#au verses

[shadowtoons]

I haven’t drawn my boys in a while

Reworked on Cy, probably make a new design sheet for him!

[proofwhisky]

˗ˏˋ  𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧  ˊˎ˗   ―   𝙳𝙲 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎.

DC COMICS VERSE. ― SUMMARY. Thomas Michael Shelby is a cutthroat politician, Founder & CEO of a successful import/export company known as Shelby Company International, & the leader of a well-known gang called the Peaky Blinders: a vicious, razor-wielding group of extremely loyal members that own and run the Coventry Dock in Gotham, controlling all of the ports associated with it as well as the import & export of illegal goods & the flow of money in & out of the city. They have politicians, police, & doctors in their pockets. There is not a single soul within a ten-mile radius of Coventry Dock that doesn't recognize the name Shelby.

Terrifying rumors circulate through the city about how the Blinders are led by a dead man who sold his soul & was resurrected in exchange for the power & intelligence required to take down the heroes of Gotham City ― especially Batman.

TW: suicide, torture, medical abuse, marginalization, mental illness.

DC COMICS VERSE. ― FULL. THOMAS SHELBY IS DEAD. That is what all of the official documents say. According to city records, Tommy Shelby, having been awarded a full-ride scholarship to Gotham City University ( GCU ), began attending school at 18. His grades were stellar & despite his social class & lower economic status, he proved himself to be as worthy of an Ivy League degree as even the richest of students. During his Junior year he met and fell in love with someone, but the relationship did not work out, & Tommy found himself in a severe depressive state. After several unsuccessful attempts by his counselor to offer him treatment solutions, he was sent to the nearby Arkham Asylum for a 72-hour suicide watch.

He'd been released from Arkham following this 72-hour hold, having been declared to no longer be a danger to himself or others. According to official records, Thomas Shelby proceeded to walk out of the front doors of the psychiatric hospital & promptly jump in front of a bus & end his own life at the tender age of 21. According to the coroner, the body was far too mutilated for an "open casket" funeral, & they cremated it, not taking into account the fact that Tommy & his family do not practice Christian burials  ―  they burn their dead.

The Shelby family burns a wagon with an empty bed inside; a wagon filled with Tommy's possessions & memories. They mourn him. They let him go. They get over it.

Meanwhile, Tommy spends almost two years rotting away in the underbelly of Arkham Asylum ― experimented on, manipulated, murdered. The boy that had gone in for a mental health crisis had never come back out again. At the time that Thomas was attending GCU, Arkham Asylum was in the habit of testing new psychiatric medications on otherwise healthy individuals in order to document their side effects.

Of course, testing on people is illegal. They only tested on lab mice, rats, a select number of orangutans &, undocumented human patients that they assumed would not be missed.

Some of the trial medications did nothing. Some of them caused horrible physical symptoms like liver and kidney damage. The worst ones, though, were the ones that made him hallucinate wildly; the ones that put him at the mercy of his own brain & made him stop trusting his own senses. Things he heard or saw or felt or smelled had an equal chance of being fake as they did of being real.    

Most of it is nothing but a vague, hazy memory. He remembers pain. He remembers fear. He remembers the names & faces of the doctors & nurses in whose charge he stayed. The thing he remembers most, though, is the other patients. The way they all prayed for the Batman to come save them, the shrines they erected in honor of their blessed heroes. & he remembers that those heroes never came. They existed merely to give false hope to the needy, & to bring those they deemed insane here, to be fed upon by the parasitic social structure. This observation planted a seed in his soul, which he diligently watered & nursed into full-blown hatred.

It didn't take long for Tommy to gain enough trust of an insecure doctor to pick their pocket & take their keycard. It took him a little longer to start learning the layout of the building; he'd leave for a few minutes each night, going a little farther each time, returning to his cell to mark the locations of guards & cameras & exits. He had no intention of breaking himself out; he just needed to find an office with a phone that dialed the outside world, then find someone who knew the passcode to do so. Altogether the process took a little over a year.

Once he'd contacted his family & relayed the plan to them, however, Tommy only had to wait for thirteen more days before a pipe bomb freed him & a number of other patients housed near him.

Upon his release, Thomas Shelby built quite the name for himself. With patience, skill, & strategy, he was able to take over the Coventry dock & all of its ports; the Peaky Blinders control all of the imports & exports & all of their respective profits. They have plenty of prominent cops, detectives, politicians, & doctors on their payroll. The name Thomas Shelby swiftly became synonymous with ruthless tactics, cunning plans, bold fearlessness, & razor blades.

Next, Tommy had become increasingly more involved in the local community, carefully curating a reputation for being dependable & altruistic. He made himself seen around town, greasing the right palms, remembering the right names & faces & small details they mentioned. People now know his name. They remember his face. Local business owners respect him for his willingness to assist them in small tasks & for his consistent patronage. Soon, Thomas was elected onto the boards of a few prominent businesses: hospitals, schools, non-profit organizations. He garnered notoriety for his strong leadership skills & successfully gained the reverence of the lower-class citizens among whom he dwells. Tommy is now considered a pillar of the community, genuinely respected & said to be reliable, intelligent, & philanthropic.

Once he's able to finance his campaign he begins to involve himself in the muddy world of politics. His face becomes commonplace in most homes as he begins to film & produce campaign ads, participate in interviews for newspapers & magazines & television shows, explaining that his agenda is to give a voice to those who have been silenced, to stand a fight for those whom Gotham has tried to quietly dispose of. He openly criticizes the platforms of other mainstream politicians and their methods, often using ruthless blackmail to manipulate his competitors behind the scenes.

After establishing his empire, many things become clear about his time spent in Arkham. He walks with stiff joints and uses a mobility aid more often than not ( he favors a cane ). His bones ache, especially in the cold. Most mornings he has a limp. His face is gaunt & hollow, his eyes haunted & filled with the kind of coldness that can only be earned, not faked. The severe claustrophobia is the worst of it all.

There are other things, too; much less explainable things.

He never loses a coin toss. His aim is consistently deadly. He has uncanny intuition ; sometimes he's even able to tell what someone is thinking, down to the very word. He has prophetic dreams. Polly calls it Luck Magic. Tommy thinks he can reasonably guess which chemical compound they'd shot into his veins had been the one to do it ; but he can never be sure. & anyway, it doesn't matter.

Either way, he's going to kill the Batman.

[criticalcrux]

AU Verse - Soul Eater (anime/manga)

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

As a demon weapon, Grimmjow is one of the most potentially dangerous to wield. Exceedingly stubborn, borne of a rebellious nature and a strong-willed heart guided entirely by instinct, there are very few deemed Meisters having the capacity needed for compatibility along with the capability to link up a soul resonance with him. Resistant and self-destructive, he would go to any lengths and extremes necessary to avoid defeat, hell-bent on winning at any and all costs. Currently accompanying his Meister, Mishil Faheem( @divineslcyer ), Death Weapon Meister Academy's newest teacher.

Weapon form: Battle-worn Katana

Age: 21-26 [varies in timeline]

[More to be added. Work in progress. Some details prone to changes as time goes on.]

[meandtheyeehaws]

they are friends they are friends they are friends

[fanaticalthings]

the muskification of twitter except it's lex luthor instead of elon lol

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[irlplasticlamb]

kazia parkerowska aka spider star is an 18 years old polish doomer art student who got bitten by a radioactive spider and then convinced (khe khe forced) into a superhero role by her kooky hippie auntie majka. woohoo. nothing better than to save the world when you don’t give an absolute shit!

prints + merch + commission info

[stealingpotatoes]

“Into the Luke-and-Leia-verse”...

Okay now I want more of this 🤣💕🥔

luckily for you i also want more so I'm using you as a very convincing excuse

(commission info // tip jar!)

[yayan-dmenace]

:D felt like doing some idol verse lately

Just them hanging out randomly making a new song, they just chillin

Idol!verse belongs to @zucchiyeni

[annluvazzel]

🌑 Shadowhunters AU ☆ Parabatai BKDK

Clip Studio Paint | Jan 5, 2025

Parabatai are battle partners, best friends, "platonic soulmates". There is a magic ritual to create an unbreakable bond between them, and it's forbidden to have romantic feelings for your Parabatai. But you can't really control your heart, can you?

They both realize their love is not exactly platonic a little bit late and now are between the sword and the wall 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ Kacchan who would prefer to pretend everything is the same as ever, and have Izuku as "just a parabatai" if it means having him at all, vs Izuku who can't really contain his newfound emotions and *needs* to act on them and is going to doom the both of them.

A little late to make that observation, Izuku (He wasn't thinking of marrying anyways 😔)

How would they know? 🤨 (they're unaware of the parabatai curse)

[zepskies]

Wanderlust

Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x F. Reader

Summary: Your wandering hands are keeping Ben up at night.

AN: My nightly daydreams led me to Soldier Boy this time. 😂

I was imagining the Break Me Down-verse for this one (shortly after Checkerboard), but it can also be general Soldier Boy x Reader.

Word Count: 650

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only to be safe. Fluff, innuendo, Sleepy Ben, implied smut.

You traced down his back with light, trailing fingers.

Lying next to him in bed, with scraps of moonlight filtering through the closed blinds in the window as your only guide, your mind was still drifting even though you should’ve been sleeping.

You couldn’t help yourself.  

You drew invisible patterns across his bare skin. Ben was warm, always warm, even though the AC was making the room almost frigid. You knew it was the ever-present radiator in his chest that made him your own personal heater.

You propped your head up better with an elbow on your pillow as you laid on your side. You then let your hand drift over every dip of muscle between his shoulders, every small freckle you knew just from memory, then down and down his spine.

You flirted with the idea of inching down the sheets, where his bare ass would greet you. From there, you supposed you'd decide what wandering direction your hand took next.

“If you don’t go to sleep,” his deep voice rumbled, “I’m gonna wake up and fuck you again.”

You bit your lip against a giggle, but you didn’t quite succeed.

“It sounds like you’re already awake,” you remarked.

Ben grumbled incoherently in response. He was tired, you knew. He’d just come back from a week-long mission with Butcher and Co. for Supe Affairs. Hence the long night you two spent catching up.

If you were honest, you were still tingling between your legs. Your thighs and ass were a little sore too. Likely they’d be sporting a few fingerprints tomorrow.

You didn't mind it so much though. You two now had a safe word for that kind of thing.

You smirked, sifting your fingers through his hair. It was getting long again. Maybe you’d trim it for him tomorrow, since you both had the weekend off.  

Your hand meandered down the back of his neck, just to begin dragging your nails up and down the slope of his back.

“What does that feel like to you?” you asked curiously. You often wondered how much his invulnerability affected the way he felt things, especially the way you touched him.

“Like a tease,” he muttered.

You applied some more pressure with your nails. Not the way you’d scored his back about an hour ago, when he’d had his sinful mouth all over your body, but enough to be more than a tease. Enough that it would’ve left an angry, red trail on your own “fragile” human skin.

Still, you weren’t able to leave any marks on him. Just a faint whiteness of pressure against his skin that soon returned to normal when you moved your hand away.

“How about that?” you asked.

“Like you’re playing with fucking fire,” Ben said, though you heard the smirk in his voice. “Go to sleep.”

You smiled too.

“We'll pick this up in the morning,” he made sure to add, though he was already halfway back to slumber, from the sound of it.

“Oh, I’m sure,” you said, laughing lightly. You leaned over and pressed a soft kiss against his shoulder. “G’night, babe.”

“Mhmm,” he responded.

He groaned deep in his throat and turned over onto his back. Your smile remained as your body tensed in anticipation, but all he did was slide an arm under your waist and curl you towards him, trapping you against his chest. His hand splayed against your lower back, heavy and warm.

His lips brushed your hair away from your forehead and lingered there. He closed his eyes and let out a deep exhale. You did the same, relaxing against him. Your hand came to rest against the steady thrum of his heart.

Moments like this with him still managed to surprise you…but admittedly, less and less the longer you lived and shared together.

A girl could get used to it though.

AN: Lol should she have pressed her luck? Let me know what you think of this one! 😉💚

Keep Reading in the BMD-verse:

Next we have a fun, fluffy, angsty, smutty, 3-part Christmas special, Love Actually:

Summary: Ben gets in late on Christmas Eve with a Grinch-like attitude, but you’re determined to force some holiday cheer into his system. At least, you hope you can, before he meets the rest of your dysfunctional family on Christmas Day.

▶️ Next Story: Love Actually

Ko-Fi Me ☕

Break Me Down Masterlist

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BMD Tag List (Part 1):

Including the BMD tag list on this, since that's what my heart was imagining. 😂

@deans-spinster-witch @this-is-me19 @waynes-multiverse @samanddeaninatrenchcoat @spalady26

@spnwoman @syrma-sensei @wirdbeimaufhebengebunden @muhahaha303 @123passwort

@mrsjenniferwinchester @lyarr24 @xoxovienna @lollag0w0 @globetrotter28

@nancymcl @ashbatz @vavafaure1994 @kristophalis @wonderland2022

@emily-winchester @shelh93 @sl33pylilbunny @spoonmynoodle @chernayawidow

@buckybarnes-1917 @asgardprincess97 @sometimes-i-sing @itsyellow @theonlymaninthesky

@kimberleymjw @is-this-a-febreze-commercial @iamsapphine @sanscas @se-fucking-hun

@lassie-bird @jessjad @yepimthatperson @fromcaintodean @stoneyggirl2

@spnfamily-j2 @im-a-slut-for-fluff @lacilou @venicesem @mimaria420

@tearsfortheyouth @agalliasi @chriszgirl92 @kazsrm67 @deansbbyx

[nicolillies]

drarry spider-man au 🕸️

walk with me here, harry raised by wolfstar. draco is the mayor’s son who figures out pretty quickly that harry is spider-man.

[sunnydayaoe]

Brothers, despite everything :-]

[fansids]

On their way to go annoy Miguel <3

(Ft. Meows Morales, Guin Stacy, Rabbitr Prabhakar, Margo Kestrel, and Yotie Brown)

[kantush]

This movie was fun (TW: Loud startling sound)

Miguel your are my beloved

[fanaticalthings]

just another night in gotham

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[technically-human]

Reverse Verse poster!

This is another commission for @i-am-as-normal-as-you-are because we are obsessed with this verse and have like a million things planned, but somehow a poster never occurred to me