#blog lore au

[dceuheadcanons]

I'm entirely failing College and yes I should be focusing on that BUT!! I have another fic idea. One based off of my maladaptive daydreams, specifically. Mafia boss/club owner/crime lord & street kid Bruce Wayne AU. Based mainly around the The Batman 2022 and Gotham (series) timelines, along with Telltale Batman, with my own elements mixed in of course.

Selina gave him the Bat nickname, to conceal his real identity as a street kid. How did he become a street kid? Wayne Enterprises execs stealing all of his money and his house. Alfred tried to help, but he couldn't do anything about it and Bruce ended up on the streets.

It's sort of if Bruce was Jason, I guess. He adapted to the streets quickly, and at age 22 he started to take revenge on people. Before that, he had actually been actively asked by The League of Assassins to train with them. They wanted someone as vengeful and willing to do anything to survive as him on their side. Unfortunately.. he didn't really like how strict they were. He killed Ra's and allowed Talia to become the leader, returning to Gotham after.

He still adopts most of his kids! Not officially, but he uses his club to help people out. Shelter people that need it, feed people that need food, etc.

So!! Hopefully I actually finish the fic considering.. College. But hopefully my bad luck as of late means I actually do it.. the ao3 author life has found me lmao.. And yes I did write all of this in a class.

[ask-the-pioneer]

There is a stir amongst the locals. Market goods are gathered up and carried away as tiny droplets begin to fall from the sky.

The cycle is coming to a close, dark clouds heralding the arrival of deadly rain. Marbles panics a little - finding a shelter of her own is out of the question. There is no time to spare. She turns to the tribe elders and pleads to take refuge with them.

They do not trust her... but the guest has merely started her work on the spears, and her services are still needed. Spike and Sage exchange rushed whispers, out of Marbs' earshot. Surely they won't let her die out here in the rain?

Indeed, they turn back to her to share the good news. The brown one waves their hand, inviting her to follow. "Come with us" they say, and not a minute too soon. The ground shakes under the weight of oncoming rain with a deafening rumble. Marbles is one of the last to come inside, the heavy shelter gate is closed right behind her. For all the destructive potential at her hands, they've decided she is worth the risk.

The shelter is unlike any other she's seen before - tidy, furnished, well maintained. And big. So, so big.

Orange lanterns dot the ceiling, dimly illuminating the main entrance hall. From there, smaller corridors branch off to the storage and lodging areas. In the middle - a nice resting place for guests, with fabric mats on the ground and beautifully decorated pipes above. Marbles looks around to admire the view. From where she stands, the shelter looks like a maze.

There is a wall in the main hall that is fully covered in vulture masks. Some of them show cracks, circular holes where the spear had been skilfully lodged into a beast's head. Yet most of them are in perfect condition, good as new. Marbles wonders why they're displayed here, instead of being used for fending off other predators. Perhaps they're sold to other tribes, or the right to wear them must be earned first. One thing is certain - this merchant tribe is thriving.

The chief escorts the slugcat guest inside, and signs for her to wait in the common area. Marbles settles down on the cozy mats, waiting patiently for a sleeping cell to be assigned to her...

// Spike the tribe chief (brown scavenger) belongs to @angelofchaos001. No-name teal scavenger (here named Sage) belongs to @droppaw.

[whitejays-galaxy]

Kit Fisto as a cat🐱

Nautolans are one of my fave alien designs in SW, and I wish he was more than a background character in the movies

✨His smile is priceless ✨

Look, he even got you something :3

Do NOT COPY ANY OF MY DESIGNS

This is a very personal AU and they mean so much to me

[startheskelaton]

I'm curious how becoming a parent/mentor on Cybertron works. Do the ones that want sparklings just go pick a random one from the ground? Is there like a process they need to go through first?

So first off, this post goes into some information on protoform nurseries. However I’ll delve into this further!

Where you are born determines who and what you are. For example, I image the Seekers as being a noble family in a way, as they have their own nursery that creates bots that are able to fly in vehicle mode (a very coveted ability). Also having red eyes, as that indicates a particular powerful spark. So those sparkings are given to Seekers in need of a disciple or ward, helping to sustain the Seekers high status.

With middle class nurseries, I image it’s more of a fill out a form and get assigned a sparkling kind of thing. Middle class transformers don’t really have to take in Sparklings, as any that are not found homes are given to academies to grow and learn a skill, be it as officers, builders, teachers stuff like that. They can be cars, motorcycles, trains, and even boats

Miner Sparklings are born in the mines, no surprise there. All are checked and given batch numbers as names, only some are given more traditional names by caretakers. They enjoy a small time of peace before being put to work in the mines when it’s deemed they can fallow directions. Miners are mostly working vehicles/ heavy duty vehicles, loading trucks, even mining equipment is common.

[nocofamilyau]

I sure hope Hijotee is doing well wherever they may be... (21/24)

[kettsuper]

terrifying trio sketch

[agdreamtale]

[ LORE VIDEO ] warning: flashing + eyestrain

Dust voiced by @blanksceneva

captions by @neotxnic

this was a crazy one

[donelywell]

sonic, has tails ever done this??

May 20 2024

Doodle Request #32!

A little out of order (okay a lot out of order) but I really wanted to do this one because it was funny!

Small fluffball really packs a good pair of lungs to scream that loud. IT FINALLY SENT!!!

[angelsgame-au]

The Voice (final part)

Part 1 | Part 2

Also....

Noelle is now open for asks for a LIMITED TIME ONLY!!

[black-suns-rim]

Ethereal Star AU

Daleth - he leads the travelers into the realm of sky and guides them to where they need to go next. The ferryman is the least respected out of the elders since he chooses to live his life among the people of his village.

Ayin - He strives to collect and harness the vast power of the soul flames. He’s obsessed with their wonders and wants to use their light magic for his own gain. He’s a very powerful light magic user because of his obsession and his knowledge on light magic only rivals that of Lamed.

Teth - she’s obsessed with dark stone and harnessing its full potential through inventions she has created. She is an artificer and she will have nothing stand in her way of her goals for a forever lasting machine…

Samekh - competitors and rivals, the king’s announcers. They spread his propaganda and promises of riches, advanced technologies, arts and a bright future under his rule. Their naive and inexperienced selves are blinded by the king’s empty promises…

Tsadi - he’s too loyal to his king to see what the kingdom has become. He’s the protector of the oracle, the keeper of the vault. Loyal to protect her and her centuries of knowledge.

Lamed - she’s an oracle and highly respected amongst the people of all the realms along with the elders and the king. She has the ability to foretell future events, whether they be good or bad. She keeps to herself in the vault and rarely leaves, only venturing out for what she deems as “special” events.

Prince Alef/King Resh - a child ruler foretold by lamed to have risen out of the four sacred elemental trials. He was orphaned at a young age but taken under the wing of Daleth. A highly gifted child with the weight of high expectations put onto him after he was pulled into the role of ruling over the entire kingdom not by his choice… behind all his ambitious goals, one has remained with him ever since childhood that has pushed him for selfish reasons…

[dceuheadcanons]

What if... Only Martha died. What if Thomas and Bruce became their own version of Batman and Robin. WHAT IF!!!!!!!

I really like Thomas Wayne actually. He's a fun character to me and it's such a shame that he's in like....... Almost nothing past his assigned death. Not even before. The multiverse is a thing and all we're given is flashpoint?? Give me alternate universe Batman!Thomas and Robin!Bruce!!!!!! I am BEGGING!!!!

Not sure what their names would be.. Maybe Bruce would be called Batboy for the same reasons that he called himself Batman. No ideas for Thomas, though.

[ask-the-pioneer]

Marbles approaches the tribe's trading square, where countless items are spread neatly on fabric mats. Food, weapons, vessels, bags... strings of pearls shimmering in the sun. Bingo! Perhaps she could persuade the scavengers to trade some of them.

Two individuals come out from the nearby shelter entrance. Sage - the head merchant and chronicler, and Spike - the tribe chieftain, greet their new slugcat guest in person.

"SALUTATIONS. YOU HAVE PEARLS?" Marbles signs with her hands. The two scavs look at her, unsure of the scug's intentions.

"Um… I WANT BUY PEARLS. YOU GIVE ME PEARLS, I GIVE YOU…" she pauses, and looks around. Spotting a spear nearby, she hops up to it and grabs it, then ties a piece of cloth around one of its ends and puts it in her maw. The scavengers tense up, their frills stand on ends. Why would this new guest pick up the weapon if not to use it? The guards nearby do not seem to like it either - they clutch their own spears in anticipation, watching the situation closely.

"I GIVE YOU EXPLODING SPEARS. YOU WANT?" Marbles says as she hands them a nicely crafted spear with a deep orange tint on one end. The cloth smells vaguely of sulphur.

"YOU MAKE EXPLOSIVES? WITH MOUTH? HOW!?" The scavs' eyes widen.

"MY SKILL. USEFUL! I MAKE SPEARS FOR YOU, YOU GIVE ME PEARLS. GOOD?"

Spike and Sage look at each other, barely believing what they just saw.

"…YOU CAN MAKE MORE?" The chieftain glances at Marbles. She nods her head in response.

Sage pulls their friend aside for a moment. There is urgency in their voice. "The tribute, Spike. Imagine if we sent two dozen of those spears to Metropolis. We'd earn favour and protection for at least a season, if not longer!"

The chieftain nods. "Yes… this opportunity is too convenient to pass up. Bring the pearls and calculate the exchange rate, but test those spears first. If they are usable, bring her whatever she needs to make more of them. I would still caution everyone to be careful, though."

"YES, GOOD. WE WILL GIVE PEARLS. SETTLE DOWN PLEASE, OTHERS WILL BRING YOU MATERIALS..."

[baeshijima]

mmm thoughts of private executioner!blade, who is high priestess!kafka's bodyguard. well, more like her guard dog, as many fearfully seem to think.

he is aloof and gruff and rough around the edges, his name capturing it perfectly. when in the eyes of the public he either keeps to himself or stands ready by kafka's side, but when out he lurks in the shadows ready and waiting to carry out her death orders.

you, yourself, haven't had very many pleasant encounters with him... if you can even call them that. that being said, you haven't had many pleasant encounters with anyone. notorious for your... less than pleasant disposition, for a lack of better words, you have more people who'd rather see you run through than those you can call a friend.

in a dog-eat-dog world, you had no choice but to protect yourself. that, however, ultimately became your demise.

"oh? so you're the one sent to kill me. can't say i'm all that surprised."

standing before you is the feared executioner. his sword is tucked inside the sheath attached to his hip, that ever-present dark swirl of an aura stifling the air. he doesn't say anything, instead opting to silently stare down at your slumped and worn-out form. you find that his gaze doesn't bother you; rather, it's oddly comforting knowing someone will see you in your last moments.

"i've never asked you for a favour before, so this will be my first and last request for you." in all honesty, you're not sure where this chattiness stems from. considering you're currently in a holding cell under the crime of attempted murder towards kafka (a poisoned wine you were most definitely framed for, though you can't say you were surprised) and are awaiting for your turn to be under the guillotine for your public execution, you probably should be a little desperate towards the private executioner in front of you.

and yet, your mind is nothing if not peaceful.

with a huff, you relay your request, "can you make sure it's quick? painless, preferably, but i'd rather you just get it over and done with."

silence blankets the cold chambers. moisture accumulated along the cobble ceiling drip in a steady rhythm, like a clock ticking away the seconds. it's unnerving, almost, how there is not a single sound other than your impending countdown.

"why?" comes his low mutter, effectively causing a ripple within the stagnant air. you almost think you misheard him, but his following words cease the thought, "why won't you ask me for help?"

had it not been for the abrupt shuffle and clanging against the metal bars, you would have never looked up to see him in your last moments.

his scarred hands gripping the metal until his knuckles turn a ghastly white and blood dripping from his palms is what greets your sight. as your gaze slowly trails up, you almost let loose a laugh of disbelief; who would have thought blade, the infamous guard dog of the high priestess, could make such a desperate expression? one looking as though his whole world crumbled before him, in which he can do nothing but sit and watch.

(you will never know of the anger and desperation which coursed through his veins the moment he heard of your predicament. had it been anyone else, he wouldn't have cared. but you're not anyone else; you're you — unapologetically, wholeheartedly. it didn't take him long to hunt down those behind it, cutting them down without thought and putting an end to their miserable lives. he rushed as soon as he could when kafka gave him the order, no thoughts other than you, you, you, occupying his mind.

you will never know of the anguish which overcame him when he found you in such a state, your once healthy complexion and defiant gaze reduced to nothing but a tiredness which had always sat quietly behind your disposition. he's almost positive the muscle which unwillingly keeps him alive tore at the seams from your request, the acceptance in which you displayed causing his mind to go astray. even as he damn-near begs you to rely on him for help — to run away with him to some place no one knows of you and start anew there — you merely smile, resigned and peaceful.

you will never know of how much blade is willing to put on the line for you, for you never made it to see the complete and utter carnage he wrecked in your name.)

[monstersholygrail]

Was in an art museum earlier looking at the most beautiful paintings and sculptures while periodically writing the nastiest most downbad Monster Smut and I thought to myself… when will exquisite art such as monster fucking grace lavish walls such as these?

[dracanboys]

sticker of shame on top of my head that says "i turn everything i love into a monster hunter au". some boys that bite just dropped

[righteous-pinkie-pie]

Rock Farm Family Recipe 25

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