#compressed timeline au

[fandom-susceptible]

So my compressed timeline warring states era au right, it's now omegaverse because fuck it the audience is already tiny and this makes me happy

Tobirama's death in canon still Almost-Happens but Jiraiya and Orochimaru go rescue their oma with Tsunade's help.

The shock of thinking he lost all three of them, though, triggers the development of Kagami's mangekyou sharingan

. . . And their baby brother Shisui's

They try not to tell anyone, but Danzou finds out at some point and the whole shitty plot to destroy the Uchiha clan still gets hatched. He still gets Itachi to kill his friend, but since Kagami and Tobirama are Shisui's parents in this AU, he doesn't get any further

Kagami and Madara find out the truth and Tobirama is 100% down with Madara's plan for the first and only time in their lives, and Danzou gets set on fire despite Hashirama's reservations

Shortly thereafter, the White Fang of Konoha dies, and his son is left without a parent. I know this doesn't work with canon, again, this is a severely compressed timeline au; Kakashi and Shisui are around the same age here.

Kakashi's mom was a Senju, and Tobirama and Kagami are struggling with having only two children left, both of whom are adults and rarely home, and so they take him in

Jiraiya is an alpha in this AU, mind, Orochimaru being an omega, Tsunade a beta

I am terribly torn on Kakashi tbh, his vibes are so good with both alpha and omega . . . Though I do ship him most with Iruka and Iruka for me has strong omega vibes . . .

[sinnamonpork]

Dabi getting deaged but its into his teenage self. I want the League(and also Hawks) to deal with this bratty, very explosive teenager who's so different from the aloofness of Dabi they have gotten used to. Oh shit he's crying now? Quick, leave him with Tomura, he'll know what to do. Lmao just the League passing him around like a hot potato because young Touya would cry at the smallest of inconveniences. Everyone thinks they're doing something wrong because Dabi has never been like that - no one knowing his tear ducts are burned shut.

I want a Touya that becomes a blushing mess when he meets Hawks, suddenly turning shy and stuttery - even going as far as to hide behind Mr. Compress - and not making any eye contact with the hero. Normal Dabi is already a simp for the pretty bird. Imagine a Touya riding on teenage hormones seeing the full beauty of Hawks. Anyways, Touya and Toga spend the rest of the day trying to find ways to attract the pretty hero, Toga finding it sooo romantic and cute. Keigo just wants to be freed from the torment of having his crush's teenage self be a total cutie pie - is he doing a mating dance?? - when it is very much illegal to event think about anything nsfw relating to the teen. Hawks is trying to be a villain, but there are some lines you don't cross.

Or on a more angstier note, this happened post reveal and everyone is aware that Dabi is Touya, but it never really registered how bad a 13 year old burning alive really is. 16 year old Dabi is scared and feral from living on the streets, not trusting anyone at all and always carrying a knife around. He startles easily at fires and big forests, memories of pain and more pain coming back to haunt him. I want Hawks to make the mistake of mentioning Endeavor, because in his mind the no. 1 hero would always be a safe space for young kids and the like - forgetting that the person in front of him literally burned alive due to the hero. Just Hawks and the League dealing with a very skittish Touya that is ready to run or shank somebody in the thigh if they get too close, being slapped in the face of what years of abuse and trauma by the no. 1 hero does to a person. Dabi hides it well, but Touya isn't really Dabi yet, is he?

[gingergari]

Ooh for Toad Peach AU how did the first meeting go with the officials of the Beanbean Kingdom? Ohh maybe more on Peach and Peasley's becoming friends. Does he help her feel a little more confident in her true form? Gimme all of the dynamics hehe

idk why i thought i dreamed this ask but i forgot you sent it 😭 here ya go!

the beanbean and mushroom kingdoms have an extremely close relationship that’s rather old, and as such the births of both heirs were highly celebrated by both families.

here, peasley is roughly 1 year older than peach, and the betrothal between the two was set up very early so the two do not remember their first meeting as they were infants at the time. but still, they visited peach many times before her debutante.

peach’s parents died in a horrific incident i still haven’t detailed when she was around 3-4, which did result in queen bean reaching out more often as peach grew older to offer additional guidance and support :]

but back to peasley and peach, they were thick as thieves and peasley introduced her to fencing! toadsworth wasn’t a fan at first but eventually relented (whatever endears her to peasley, plus any experience with a weapon could come in handy if the mushroom kingdom were to ever leave the peacful era). she’s quite adept in both forms, but prefers to fence in human form. it isn’t something she practices often in current day but it’s something she treasures the memories of alongside trying his bean pillow and learning about beanbean allies and his travels :]

though, as they got older, the two became more aware of their betrothal and what would follow, but things weren’t clicking so they decided to experiment a little (read: they kissed and neither of them liked it. sad!) but neither have brought up calling anything off as both are quite fine with something contractual if it came down to it (but peach would call it off if peasley asked)

at peach’s debutante, they danced together first as a show of the kingdom relationship, and when the first attack/kidnapping happens, the beanbean kingdom offered aid and refuge (little fungitown)

re: her appearance and peasley—she initially meets the beanbean family in toad form, but as she got older this became rarer as experience (and her self image) became priority. peasley makes sure to praise her toad form’s beauty when he sees it, and when mario does come into the picture is of the firm opinion alongside daisy that he does not deserve her if he doesn’t like her true form. on most days she agrees with him

as for superstar saga, he still arrives to the mushroom kingdom ahead of time and toadette volunteers to take peach’s place instead of birdo (the effect is later undone before peach arrives in the beanbean kingdom)

post superstar saga, the two meet (peach crownless) to discuss their love interests, and their betrothal is officially called off. consequent meetings with the beanbean kingdom are held in her toad form :]

[stormxpadme]

Whumptober 2023 No. 13 - Cold Compress

Scogan Bingo challenge Yoga AU

"What are you doing here?" The stranger was staring at Logan with something that might be either bewilderment or a healthy amount of apprehension at the unannounced visit – telling was once more an unnerving guessing game.

"You ever take these off, bub?" Logan nodded at the guy's red-coated sunglasses half-amused, half-unnerved, and then inside the apartment with his brows raised, ignoring the question for the moment. Mostly because he had no fucking idea about the answer himself. It had been pure instinct, calling off his shift in the wood mill for today to come here instead, and his instincts, he usually could trust. Which the sight of his usually so annoyingly handsome fellow yoga student that was marred by a sicklish paleness and a hunched posture today, proved once more. "Scribbled down your address from the instructor's files when he wasn’t looking. Let me in? You look like shit, no offense."

"It's just headaches." That at least explained why pretty boy hadn’t shown up for class at their usual time of ass o'clock by the lake, Logan supposed. But it couldn’t be the whole truth, not with how absent, dejected the guy sounded this noon, the usual focus entirely off today on every single of those nimble, extremely flexible movements at their common hobby that Logan never got tired of watching from the corner of his eyes, something he found increasingly hard to deny. Indeed, Logan was almost sure his enhanced senses could pick up on a faint note of stale beer when the stranger finally turned away with a shrug but left the door open, obviously trusting Logan wasn’t gonna behead him with one of his tools for work on the back of his truck. Which was courageous, given they'd hardly exchanged a couple of sentences in all these last months so far since pretty boy had showed up at Logan's class for the first time.

It was not for nothing that one of the reasons why Logan preferred the sunrise training was the limited number of attendees and the latter's dislike for empty chattering. In all of this time of indulging in this so surprisingly useful sport, he'd never felt the need to get into closer contact with any of these people in his group, most of them only showing up for a couple of days or weeks before quitting anyway.

Pretty boy was a very welcome exception to the rule, exceedingly easy on the eye and, much like Logan, fitting not a single one of those boxes that most pupils of every yoga guru could be sorted into, ranking somewhere between New Age wannabe witches, bored housewives or stressed managers trying to impress the secretaries they were fucking by engaging in some new trend sport. The man was a mystery Logan had felt more deadset on cracking by the day lately, and it seemed, he'd come at a very good time for starting to do so.

"Need something from that pharmacy across the street?" Worriedly, he watched as the man laid back down on the sofa, on his stomach, and unfolded a cold-pack from the glass table with uncoordinated-looking movements, putting it down on his neck with a hiss.

"Untreatable case. Gave up on drugs when they stopped working for me," the stranger muttered, slightly muffled from where he was burying his face against the next best pillow, and then groaned again.

Logan suddenly had to fight hard – as it happened embarrassingly often in class, as well, watching that stupidly tall, well-built body move in the row right in front of him –, not imagining those noises being some of pleasure instead of pain. Not the right moment, obviously.

"On days like these, only reducing all sensations to zero as well as possible helps. So while I appreciate the sentiment, wolf guy: If you finally decided to get off your ass, to stop staring at mine and ask me out or something, you picked a really shitty time."

Logan was tempted to object in offense for a moment, part of him still fighting the idea alone that something like true interest could actually have manifested in him again, after all of his previous attempts of that kind had ended in tragedy and blood … But whom was he trying to fool? If he hadn’t been intrigued, he wouldn’t be standing here in a disgustingly clean and tidy apartment right now. He usually wasn’t exactly the type for perfectly aligned photos – some with many kids, none of them seemed to be the stranger's own – or hand-crafted models of airplanes draped in precisely measured distance on the ceiling, or for slogan doormats. It was mostly his pride, forbidding him from admitting, he was indeed once more staring at a certain body part of his training partner, looking mighty fine once more in those sinfully tight sweatpants. A mouthwatering sight that at least helped, not stubbornly snapping at some guy whose real name he still didn’t know that he needed to stop being arrogant, that Logan was only trying to be nice here … He wasn’t nice; that didn’t come with his nature. He was caring though when someone was close to him, and that mysterious stranger over there, breathing heavily through what really seemed to be a killer of a headache, for some reason had been hunting his sleep for a while now. It was in fact the first time in a century or so for him to be actually curious, and that didn’t happen a lot, especially not with normal people. "Yeah, we can talk about that when you're seeing straight again," he therefore just answered, friendly enough to make it clear, this was only a rain check on his part as well, not a no. "Anything else you need? Call in sick to your school or something?"

"School …?" The stranger looked up again with a frown, a little moan when he moved his neck, following Logan's gaze at said photos whereupon his face immediately darkened. "I'm no longer teaching. Left our Institute in Westchester when I fucked up at the job really bad last year. I've been doing freelance flying since then, mostly deliveries and tourists," he added, sensing the next question on Logan's lips coming before it could form. "So no, no one to notify anyone, thanks. Stop worrying so much, wolf guy. I'm not dying anytime soon, you know. Just had the shitty idea of drinking to some sad anniversary yesterday. There's reasons I usually don't do that." He lowered his head back down on the pillow with a grimace, reaching for the cold compress again to pull it into place, with an unhappy sigh at the sensation that must be lukewarm more than anything by now, judging by the missing condensation on the bright blue plastic.

"Stay." Logan was there fast enough to stop the guy from trying to get to his feet with a heavy hand on his shoulder. Grabbing the cold-pack, he took a brief look around, soon spotting the sliding door that must be leading to the kitchen. "Got another one of those in the fridge?"

"Top drawer." Pretty boy regarded him with a still very confused headshake but was obviously feeling far too shitty to contemplate Logan's motivations any deeper for the moment. There was a very grateful sigh on his lips when Logan came back with the replacement from the other room, carefully wrapping it about the guy's reddened, sweat-covered neck. Another sigh followed, something like a purr almost mixing into it when Logan left his hand right there, the other one joining, a few cautious, slow massaging movements across the steel wires that seemed to be tensing in those shoulders, inside that thin back. "You're listening better to our instructor than I thought when he's talking about relaxation techniques."

"I'm not," Logan answered truthfully, growing more courageous when he was at least not punched in the dick immediately, mostly relying on muscle memory as he slowly started to knead more of those evil little knots from the stranger's body, especially at the back of his neck. And well, if he was softly stroking through that thick dark hair again and again that he'd silently longed for to touch for a while now, the stranger sure as fuck wasn’t complaining. "Just had a couple of decades of manual labor to learn how to not end up wanting to kill yourself after every second shift."

The stranger turned his head to him again with that intense frown that not even his glasses – which Logan had long realized he needed to stop being an asshole about – could hide, a movement already looking slightly less arduous to Logan's relief. "You don't look like you've been working for decades."

"And you don't look like a full-time pilot or teacher," Logan answered with a wry grin, another closer look at one of the pictures on the wall above the sofa. Images on which he'd spotted by now that many of the pupils depicted sported physical disfigurements and characteristics, some even depicted in the process of using some kind of gifts that Logan, too, had been graced – cursed – with early in his life. Not to mention he was pretty sure he'd run into the leaders of this certain house in Westchester before and had been quick to tell these two assholes where to shove their job offer. His instincts might not have been off about that either, seeing as those people apparently had let this guy here who looked too damn good for this world, walk out the door instead of saving him from drowning in guilt and self-pity about whatever. "Wanna tell me what you're running and hiding from in the middle of bumfuck Canadian nowhere, bub? Or do I get a name at least? No offense, I'm sure our instructor loves that kind of mythology shit but I'm not calling you Cyclops."

"I could ask you the same questions." With a movement light enough to indicate, it wasn’t a rejection, the stranger pushed him away a little to turn around and put that icepack on his forehead next, wincing, another smile on his lips when Logan dimmed down the light in the room even further by closing the shutters another bit.

Getting up for that, looking out to the almost deserted street of a dirty, worn green belt alleyway through the shutters' small slits for a moment, was also a perfect excuse to gather his thoughts, to decide if this was anything he wanted to answer and how. "Not hiding from anyone. I just don't like to make waves. When people find me out, they usually want to shoot or use me. Not hot on either. And the name's Logan."

"Scott. Something you could call ex-military, I guess, and I've been used all my life, so I kind of get it. Not interested in doing any shooting though. Though to be fair, I might consider it if you keep on lusting over my ass at class without buying me dinner at least." Scott demonstratively tapped his glasses with a knuckle so Logan could see it in the window's reflection, that exhausted grin on his lips looking more lively – and increasingly interested – by the minute. "Want to tell me how a feral ends up doing yoga for breakfast?"

"Don't play dumb, kid. Can't tell me you never had any of my kind at your school." Logan rested his forehead against the summer-heated glass, closing his eyes, pushing from his mind as so often far too many memories of corpses, red on his hands, screams of agony in his ears while he always ended up being the last one standing. "Mind like mine needs to be under control if I don't want to lose grip on the animalistic side of my instincts. Meditation every morning is a lot less dreary when you get to stretch a little while you're at it."

"I know a little what that's like. Always needing to be in control, I mean. Looks to me like you've got that part down though." Scott tried to sit up a little, visibly interested in hearing more about what they so unexpectedly shared, but that was a plan too ambitious still; he fell back on the sofa with a yelp. "Fuck …"

"Get some shuteye, Slim. I'll see if I can get you some of the good stuff from that drugstore. They tend to hand it out to me because my metabolism burns through everything else. And once you're back on your feet, we can talk about this whole buying dinner thing." When he passed by that sofa again, Logan bent down for a brief kiss on Scott's cheek without even thinking about it. Fuck, that guy smelled good, too, even in this lousy condition. "Or maybe I'll fuck you stupid first, depends on the mood. Got a key somewhere so you don't need to get up again?"

"You know, most people date first before moving in together," Scott gave back dryly, but the heat suddenly radiating off his skin upon that certain dirty promise made it doubtful, he meant it. "Jacket, left side. Do me a favor and don't steal anything for me? I'd really like to avoid anyone from my old life tracking me down here over a couple of pills."

"No promises." Smirking to himself, Logan closed the apartment door behind him. Well, this would definitely turn out to be a very interesting long weekend.

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@scoganbingo

[thebnha-auhoard]

iiiiits Cookie ANON!!!

So! What's the status of the Adults in Worst Time? Even better what's the status in the FUTURE!! ?

The status of the adults is that they just progressively more protective over everyone else, especially Aizawa. You just have this passive-aggressive back-and-forth between each other but the moment something threatens their family they just push their issues to the side and work as a unit to figure out how bad the situation is. Once they figure that out, they’re going to try to make the best of the situation and try to negotiate with the people in the past and noticeably not break the timeline because they have no idea how much is connected.

It gets noticeably harder not to break the timeline though when they get more and more involved with All For One and Yoichi.

Noticeably though you will have Aizawa and Mr Compress being the ones who usually try and lead conversations with others in the past. This isn’t because they particularly want to have the reigns but because they’re the few people who wouldn’t go and have too much questioned regarding how they look.

This is because of Low-Key Quirks and because of Japanese Ideals and Culture. Right now they fit the closest to it.

As for the future, well right now things are actually just pure panic. The public is both worried and confused by this whole thing. They’re trying to figure out how such a large group of people just upped and disappeared!

UA is trying so hard to find these people and Yamada is pulling his hair out on what is the cause of all this. A flash occurred and then what? And then what? There had to be a source! There has to be!

Now then, a bit of news about the timeline. The timeline, ultimately, is already shifting into a whole new thing. It went from Timeline A to Timeline B almost the moment the Time Travel Gang appeared.

Another bit of news is that the Present Day time isn’t flowing like the Past’s time is. It’s kind of like a “Jeremy Bearimy” from The Good Place. Right now the Present is moving in a straight line while the Time Travel Crew is moving in a straight line that turned into a “Jeremy Bearimy”.

The Time Travel Crew is just having time flow faster for them when in the present the most that they’re missing is a week. And when they get back, they noticeably find that their Timeline…isn’t the same Timeline as before.

[melien]

Hi love bug,

New follower - just wondering if you could give me a rundown on the fletcher family

🩷🩷

Hey dear, thank you for the ask, it means a lot to me to hear your interest in my sims! I love rambling about them, hopefully it won't be too confusing because I can talk a lot sometimes and overexplain lol.

So the Fletchers were my very first ts3 legacy back in 2015-17, and I played with them for 10 generations. I especially got attached to what was initially generations 5-8, and when this happens I adopt them as my OCs and they transcend the legacy (I consider the legacy a first draft of their story if it makes sense, and then try to make them into something bigger and more detailed). So I ended up developing these guys further, expanding their universe with more characters, worldbuilding, and writing side stories, drabbles and even attempted novels about them. This is why I have decided to once again do a gameplay with them, starting from this point in time where Keith is a teenager (I thought of starting from the teenage years of Logan, Carrie, Eileen and Lara, but still haven't had everything figured out there and was more inspired for Keith. But someday I could maybe do a little side thingy about their youth).

This gameplay is like reimagining them once again, basically a simplified version of their current canon stories combined with some spontaneous sims chaos and seeing what it offers me. The legacy is almost 8 years old and a lot has changed in these years, even some characters, their spouses and family members (and I feel like they really grew together with me and continue growing), but it still contains some interesting ideas about them that would be nice to revisit and reuse. I just love cosy little gameplays when I'm already attached to the characters and they're close to my heart, nothing quite beats it. And I figure this is the best way to share all these years of character development and reignite my inspiration without it being a big ambitious project, where I'd likely burn out.

I would link a family tree but it's still a WIP because some side characters/stories/pairings are still undecided. I might think about creating a character page and will share it when it's ready. But I honestly love this process and how there's always something to add and expand on.

[soniccrazygal]

So what year is in your mike pines au?

It’s mostly following the Gravity Falls timeline with Friends,Family and Frights takes place in 2012 and Falling Through the Breach taking place about 2024.

[thisonlyguy-49]

Stranger Things AU where the events of all four seasons (including the fifth when it releases) takes place in the span of a single year…

…or even a single summer vacation if you want to go further than that.

Yeah, you heard me. Think about it, all of those traumatic experiences through the course of nearly half a decade being jam packed into under 365 days. Hawkins could not get a single break at all, and neither would our heroes. Will goes missing and comes back, then not long after the Mind Flayer shows up. Everything looks to be alright, but fast forward like a month or two later, Russians invade and Billy is killed the Flesh Flayer. Immediately, this would allow VH1 to strike just as the trauma was still raw for the main cast. They still lose and the four gates combine to unleash Hell on Earth.

Whatever would occur in Season 5 is at the near end of the year.

The characters would be as old as they were in Season 1, Max and Billy move in halfway through, Will’s PTSD is amplified due to the nonstop attacks of the Upside Down, and everyone just wants this nightmare to end much more than they secretly do in canon.

[sunriseverse]

insane that i’m now someone who does Projects with Planning and Foresight like who are you and what have you done with the spinecorset of old.

[lightningant]

Helooooo!!! In reference too the prompts ask, I have one here:

Merman au, but Vee is a sea snake merman (an albino version of belchers sea snake, which are considered the most venomous snakes in the world) that terrorises everybody except for harry, a brave little fisherman, and the villagers wonder whyyyyy- whereas Vee just wants to keep Harry's eyes in a jar, but can't because they wouldn't be so bright anymore...

I think the way I am about to respond to this message is a singular example of exactly why I need to ask for prompts that could be more self-contained because all my ideas ended up longfic territory

[spits on both my palms and rubs them together]

No Hogwarts, still magic AU with beastmen who turn into animals. Harry’s parents were killed in a territory war between the island villagers and seafolk years ago and sent to grow up with muggles. Once he was 16 he moved back to the village to continue his mother’s work protecting peace on the island as a guide with his friends (Hermoine discovered her magic while at summer camp nearby and Ron is semi-local.) They’re mainly mediators, but over they years Harry has developed a particular interest in what, exactly, caused the territory war to begin with.

(Slight timeline compression in that Harry was 8 when his parents died and Voldemort is 30 and only barely older than Snape – his youth at the time made him an even more unlikely instigator.)

(I even have elaborate plot reasons why Snape and Voldemort are the same type of snake despite being unrelated. This could be 70k. If I wanted)

[thetrueressii]

ive been cooking up an rw anthro(?) au and i decided to work on arti first since she is a favorite of mine and i have her general storyline and stuff below the cut if you wanna read it lol

i have plans for the others soon

the general gist of this au is that slugcats and scavengers have small settlements, typically just called colonies or villages, that have loose connections

both slugcats and scavengers typically live in multigenerational homes, containing many different families in one shelter

major colonies or cities are usually settled on top of or around iterators, with those colonies taking up the ancients' housing

the timelines also are a lot more compressed with all the base game and downpour slugcats co-existing within close time frame, but still follows spearmaster > arti > hunter > gourmand > etc...

basically arti's story is that after the deaths of her pups, she goes mad from grief and vows to kill anyone who she deems responsible for taking away her pups (and those who get in her way)

she makes her way to five pebbles and eventually metropolis where she has her long-awaited confrontation with the scavenger king, expecting closure that never came

once it was done, she was left with nothing but misery and uncontrollable rage, and unwilling to leave, she became the next chieftain, of whatever was left of the scavengers in metropolis, making them do her bidding

tho over time her anger became mere embers, leaving her tired and miserable and five pebbles increasingly impatient with her

she is forced out of metropolis and leaves five pebbles facility grounds after hunter fights her on behalf of five pebbles along his journey to help moon, where shes going and for what reason is left up for debate (like literally i don't know where shes going and/or for what reason)

dont mind my horrid writing lol i barely write anything, still ironing out what i want and what i don't want so a lot of this is still up for change, but i think honestly this is a good writing and drawing exercise for me

[fandom-susceptible]

OK so I'm still on my naruto bullshit so omegaverse kagatobi au

Tobirama's an omega but nothing about his status in the clan changes

Kagami, Izuna, Madara, and Hashirama are all alphas

Kagami was a chuunin level (though said ranks weren't a thing yet) ninja in the warring states era

Izuna and Tobirama's final clash happens alone, Tobirama gets pretty fucked up actually but Izuna was the one who decided to fuck with an omega in pre heat. Tobirama went feral on his ass and walked away.

Kagami set a trap and fucked up from that fight, Tobirama falls into it, and Kagami recognizes him, smells Izuna's blood all over him, realizes the fucker's in heat, and has to make several decisions in order to save his own skin

1. Do not be the messenger to tell Madara Izuna's dead

2. Do not get blamed for Tobirama's death because Hashirama would Also kill him

3. Do not release Tobirama because he will ALSO kill him, concussed, depleted, wounded, heated and all

4. In order to not get blamed and not tell Madara he can't afford to have the White Demon die

And he's just cursing his existence for landing him in a position where he has to rescue a Senju

A Senju who is annoyingly pretty and can fuck him up

He's an Uchiha he has a weakness for pretty deadly people

Fuck

He's remarkably well behaved with Tobirama's heat, which Tobi chalks up to "I smell like shit because I hate you" and Kagami is more like "I'm too scared of your brother and my cousin to pay attention to your heated ass"

Kagami ends up bringing Hashirama to him when he realizes Tobirama's getting worse and he can't fix it, and Tobirama surprises everyone by saying to let him go. "A life for a life."

They keep running into each other and Kagami keeps surviving and Tobirama is annoyed at how fascinating he finds the little alpha

The war ends and Kagami continues to impress him and also starts to simp a little

The Uchiha elders think this is fantastic, perfect, well done, an alpha to tame the White Demon

Madara fucking hates it but gets overruled by literally everyone

Kagami starts courting him and Tobirama's low-key like what the fuck but also not opposed

Madara continues being a bitch about it but it happens anyway, and the Uchiha elders are incredibly dismayed when it turns out that by mating into the Uchiha family it wasn't so much that Tobirama was tamed as he just came into the Uchiha family

Madara feels vindicated and still mad because he was fucking right but no one listened and now the White Goddamn Demon is his cousin in law

Fits into my compressed timeline au too; explain Jiraiya and Orochimaru's origins by having them be twins, KagaTobi's first pups. Because they're siblings they end up on different genin teams at first (Orochimaru serves with Danzou instead of Sarutobi) but they and Tsunade end up A Unit anyway bc family ties

Neither of them inherit the Sharingan but when they're chuunin their little brother Shisui is born, and he does, and now the Uchiha are all in a twitter about the Kekkei Genkai being born to a *Senju*

Kagami is pissed at this point because he's still an Uchiha goddammit, just because he respects his mate doesn't make him a blood traitor

[emilykaldwen]

FFWAD 24 - Sins of the Father by @selfproclaimedunicorn

For my first foray into this yearly celebration with @renegadeguild, I picked the brilliant and fantastic story, Sins of the Father by @selfproclaimedunicorn. Misa has taken the fantastic AU premise 'What if Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce had kids?' and has run with it in the most delicious and satisfying way. The story isn't complete, but the first 'arc' has a good stopping point at a whopping 160k words, which made for the chonkiest book you could imagine.

This was the twelth book I've bound (both fic and rebinds of old favorites) and I tried several new techniques for it including rounding and backing the spine. I also stretched my legs in the formatting department and went all in with the interior. That meant ordering some special springhill paper to do these fantastic maps for the endpages. Full details behind the cut!

Typesetting: Normally I've kept my settings pretty minimal as I got used to the ins and outs of InDesign (during this, I did purchase Affinity Publisher and might end up moving to that, but I'm finally getting the hang of ID and you can pry it from my cold hands). I really wanted to mimic some of the interior of Fire & Blood for this, so I hunted down the fonts used and took an image of the decorative banner you see on the sides to use for the chapter openers. I also wanted to include timelines and family trees in true historically inspired fantasy tradition.

The family tree was created based off of the author's spreadsheet in Google Drawing, which I found to be the easiest thing to use when it comes to creating chaotic family trees like this (In the past I'd used lucid chart for a printable version, but google worked better here).

the timeline is honestly my favorite thing and I learned how to use tables in ID for the first time. I'm incredibly pleased with it. The formatting is based upon the line of kings in the source. The timeline covers the events of the first arc as printed in this particular story.

The chapter openers are some of my favorite! As the children are proud to be House Royce, I wanted to reflect that. The runes you see behind the Chapter number and title are the Floki font and name the character whose the POV for each chapter.

Since there's plenty of High Valyrian spoken and the author doesn't include the translations within narrative, it was the perfect moment to set up footnotes. I'll absolutely be doing this for my own story when I bind it!

Rounding and Backing: So this was a total adventure, but I really wanted the old book feel. I made the mistake of pressing the book for too long and lost a lot of the swell in the spine to round but it worked out AND I managed to back it a little bit. Since I wasn't doing cord tapes for the spine (this was a version of the three piece bradel), I had to troubleshoot. I ended up cutting strips of the leather cord I bought from michaels and laminating those pieces together and placing them on the oxford hollow on the spine (given how thick the book is, I wanted to give it as much structural strength as possible). The 'leather' covering you see is actually the craft leather (polyester) from Dollar Tree and it's pretty awesome but definitely has difficulties staying put with glue. I followed the normal procedure and slathered both sides up and used twine to compress the bookcloth along those leather pieces. there's a little gaping in some places which I think would help if I'm able to properly apply backing paper to the polyester.

HTV do's and don'ts: Hi! don't be me and forget to apply your teflon sheets before applying the HTV because then you fuck with the polyester but it's not too bad. The other pro-tip is to gently apply the iron to the cover so it's warm before applying the HTV so it can start to stick. I had to apply the front cover in three pieces and do the title twice. Also, it's really difficult to apply HTV to a rounded spine so I'll have to figure out how to set up the spine and cover before applying (since there's a certain amount of stretching the bookcloth over the spine). The spine might end up having to be regular adhesive vinyl for that. Also, it's stupidly hard to find metallic HTV in bronze.

Front matter and final thoughts: The bronze dragon was a lucky find through an extensive google search, and the runes surrounding it are 'we remember with fire and blood', a combination of House Royce and House Targaryen's words. Seems fitting four Yorick, Ella, and Aemon! The copyright page is mimicked off the source's style, including the AO3 information, the creative commons and fair use information, the guild stamp, a QR code to the AO3 page, and my own press stamp! The summary is pulled from AO3 as well.

All in all, I made this book twice and I loved it and learned so much every time.

I'm so happy with this project and I'm so excited to do the next arc! Thank you so much for sharing your wonderful story, Misa!

[starflungwaddledee]

it wasn't Galacta Knight that Bandee noticed was wrong.

for a slightly more in-depth answer to some of these:

"why not Kirby?" because Galacta Knight knows that Kirby is basically the sole risk to him happily living in this timeline, and is keeping an extremely close eye on him and controlling everything he sees and hears. in contrast he doesn't pay too much attention to Bandee, and as a result Bandee actually encounters Meta Knight very briefly during the Robobot arc (which happens shortly before this comic). Galacta Knight's also mentoring Kirby to be far more ruthless and less forgiving, and has successfully isolated him from most of his friends. by the time Star Allies rolls around in this AU, Kirby and Bandee go entirely alone.

"how close were Bandee and Meta Knight?" about as close as Kirby and Meta Knight; in my hc's they frequently train together and Meta Knight has a stern but kind mentorship role to Bandee. Bandee knows that his mentor used to love him, but Galacta Knight's comparative disregard of him isn't the catalyst for him realising that things are messed up; it's that Kirby is so miserable. Bandee knows, in his heart, it's not meant to be like that. he knows that no good or correct timeline could exist where Kirby is sad and lonely.

nobody else can put together that the timeline is messed up because what they could notice is Meta Knight missing, and that realisation is shielded by the process of the wish. it had to be Bandee, because unlike everybody else, it was never Meta Knight that he truly looked up to.

also @eliastheownerof0axolotls i compressed your ask a little here; but that's only because i'll give similarly full answers to the other questions you posed!! thanks for your patience! 👍

[hourglass-meadow]

no "redemption" arc (you cant come back from being a genocidal killer, the fuck?) just hunter taking a bit of their limited time to rightfully plant a spear between the fucker's eyes

might fuck around and make an anthro au solely so artificer can be the villain they are for once

[dandylovesturtles]

I come bearing a little Sidelined AU propaganda for the @tmntaucompetition ! Featuring a guest appearance by @intotheelliwoods Poptart and Sprout.

———

“Whooooooaaaaaaa!”

Leo can’t help but echo his brothers��� amazement as they enter the stadium. There are so many turtles here (and others, too!) - so many different versions of themselves, some familiar and others radically different.

It’s ridiculously cool.

“I knew it!” cheers Donnie behind him. “I knew I was right about multiverse theory! Oh, this has so many fascinating implications for physics! You guys know how…”

Leo tunes out Donnie’s ramble (he can’t understand any of it anyway) to focus on the turtles in front of him. It’s easy to pick out the other Leos in the crowd (their color coding seems to be one of the few constants between them), but he’s quickly noticing he’s an outlier in one very big way.

“Hey guys,” he says, interrupting Donnie, “am I the only Leo rockin’ wheelies?”

“Statistically unlikely,” says Donnie, coming to stand next to him. “Given infinite possibilities, there are definitely other worlds where you use a wheelchair, and myself and Raph and Mikey as well.” Donnie pulls down his goggles, scans the crowd, and then says, “But you’re right that you may be the only one in the building.”

“I wonder what the difference is between our timeline and everyone else’s?” asks Mikey.

“I dunno!” Leo’s eyes scan the crowd. “Let’s ask.”

He catches sight of another Leo nearby, this one missing an arm. He also seems to be in the company of a grandpa Leo, and Leo has no idea how to handle the implications of that one so he decides not to think about it too hard.

“Hey!” he calls out, wheeling himself up, careful not to catch anyone’s feet on his way. “Leo! …Oh, that’s so weird.”

The other Leo turns, doing the momentary skip with his eyes when Leo isn’t at the height he was expecting. Leo’s used to that by now. The one-armed Leo retrains his eyes, grinning and holding up a hand in greeting.

“Well there’s a handsome face,” he says.

“Takes one to know one,” replies Leo enthusiastically.

“Oh no, this is going to be the whole competition, isn’t it?” he hears Donnie say behind him. He rolls his chair back into his brother’s shin and takes satisfaction in the yelp he hears after.

“Quick question. Did Draxum and the Foot Clan put together the Dark Armor in your timeline?”

“Huh? Oh!” The other Leo laughs. “Yeah! That feels like forever ago.”

“And he didn’t put you in it?”

“Uh, no.” The other Leo shrugs. “He put himself in it. Is that what happened to, uh…” He gestures vaguely at Leo, who nods.

“Oh yeah. What about you?” Leo eyes his empty shoulder. “Was that from the Shredder?”

“Nope!” The other Leo waves that off. “This was from the Krang!”

“Oh,” says Leo. (Behind him, he hears Mikey whisper, “What’s a Krang?”) “Okay, thanks. We’re just trying to figure out where our timeline went different.” He grins. “Nice compression sleeve, by the way.”

“Thanks!” The other Leo grins back. “Nice wheelchair!”

The other Leo and the big Leo tailing him move on. Leo swivels his chair so he can look back at his brothers.

“Okay, so we know the difference,” he says. “In most other timelines, Draxum is an idiot.”

“He’s an idiot in our timeline,” says Raph, “but I see your point.”

“Cool!” says Mikey. “Mystery solved!”

“Now hold on!” Donnie dashes to stand in front of them, arms held out. “Gentlemen, you can’t really mean to take a single data point and form a conclusion based on that!” He pulls up the screen of his bracer, typing frantically. “We need to gather data from every group here, and then we need to run cross-references to find all the commonalities, and then-“

Leo looks at Raph and Mikey. “Nachos?” he suggests.

“Nachos!” they both cheer.

He starts making his way through the crowd, Mikey and Raph helping him navigate, leaving Donnie to catch up.

“Really!? That’s it!? Don’t you have any interest in the mysteries of the multiverse!? You’re abandoning it for nachos!? …Well okay, but no jalapeños on mine!”