#crossing universes

[redemptivexheroics]

Crossing Universes [Closed]

@whispersxofxthexlost

Clark didn't know it yet as he stepped inside the Daily Planet for a little internship gig he managed to snag. He needed the community hours for graduation, and Chloe always said the Daily Planet was a good place to start. He was lost and looking for someone he could ask for directions, and that's when he bumped into one of the staff members. As he pushed his glasses up, he looked up.

"Excuse me, sir, I'm one of the interns supposed to start this week, and I have no idea where I can find Perry White. Could you just direct me to his office? I don't want to be late on the first day of my internship," Clark said. He had no idea that he was on another Earth and speaking to another version of himself, an older version.

[blaqcats-fics]

been thinking about jason being petty towards bruce. like, oh, you spend time with your other kids, but not me? tire privileges revoked! it would be over stupid shit too.

like there’s one time bruce decides to take damien to the movies, and jason is just beside himself.

like the conversation would be like:

JASON: So, let me get this straight—you took Damian to a movie.

BRUCE: He asked.

JASON: Oh, and I wouldn’t have wanted to see Kung Fu Panda 4 with you?!

BRUCE: You were busy.

JASON: Busy taking down a cartel. Which, by the way, I learned from you. I deserve quality time!

BRUCE: Jason—

JASON: No. No excuses. You’ll learn.

Jason storms off. Five minutes later, an alert pops up on the Batcomputer.

BATCOMPUTER: Warning: Batmobile rear tires have been removed.

BRUCE: …Jason.

Cut to Jason outside, rolling two Batmobile tires away, cackling.

[azaleasallalong]

i have literally never seen a marvel couple with so much depth and chemistry

like why does this love feel world shattering?

they talk about how only some people are lucky enough to have an epic love

and this is...

revolutionary.

[timmydraker]

Tim who’s a femme boy but not in a ‘skater skirt and thigh high socks’ kind of way.

No, he was raised by two people who value tradition and fashion, teaching him the ways of old money.

He watched his mother, who worked with woman who married into families and worse low cut dresses and diamond necklaces, hold the same power over men with only her wrist and head bare. He learnt that modesty was as equally powerful as nudity, that a woman could be devastating in any fabric if she out in the work.

Tim has always known he isn’t a woman, is comfortable being a man, but by all that’s natural does he not look at the way they dress and feel longing.

He’s twelve when he tries one of his mother’s dresses on for the first time.

It’s far too long, puddling at his feet, but he feels so beautiful in the mossy green fabric. The elbow length sleeves go to his wrist, but it still feels almost scandalous in a way that isn’t about the dress being on a boy.

He puts the dress away and begins to buy his own.

Naturally, he doesn’t risk his parents ire and keeps them hidden, but with them being gone so long it’s easy for him to spend some time by himself to dress up all he likes.

By the time he’s fourteen and has been around in for a while, he’s managed to go through a few different styles and find what truely feels like him.

He still wears his stupid science shirts and baggy hoodies over his formal dress shirts, it’s just that now he might add a simple long skirt instead of his dirty jeans. He won’t skate in a skirt, only because he doesn’t want to damage them and jeans are safer, but he also doesn’t leave the house in them for a while.

It’s not long after he’s recovered from Jason’s attack, his former idol still having trouble coming to terms with the lies he was told by the LOA, that he decides to see what Bruce thinks.

Ironically, it’s Jason that gave him the confidence.

Jason had made a comment when he was going on his rant to Tim about how Robin shouldn’t exist and he should get out, that he was warning the boy he should cut and run from Bruce. All he had said was that he was cutting his life short by being Robin and Tim felt that comment hit him harder than the bullet to his leg.

His time was short, most likely he would die before he got to marry or maybe even graduate (though he was considering dropping out anyway), so why hide?

Tim had been just about to get changed before he left to go see Bruce for a checkup on his mostly healed injuries when he caught his reflection and stopped.

The white shirt he wore was long sleeved and covered his neck, the buttons going up the front made of wood and shaped like hearts. His skirt, a dark brown flannel pattern prove that went just above his ankles, had a corset like fitting at the top that hugged his waist carefully. While he would prefer a more womanly figure, he wasn’t going to implement old Victorian body horror to get that.

Tim did go back to his room, but only to put on some simple heeled shoes of brown leather with a gold buckle on the side.

He put on a big shall over his shoulders, picking up his phone and putting on his headphones before he made the walk to Wayne Manor.

As usual, he didn’t need to knock as Alfred opened the door.

The man didn’t give any inkling as to surprise or shock at Tim’s outfit and simple said, “Glad to see you putting some effort into your appearance, Master Timothy.”

The snide comment made Tim relax greatly, quipping back about him being able to wear more than just jeans and t-shirts to the older man. The two talked normally and that made everything feel so much better than some grand speech on Tim accepted who he is.

Dick and Bruce are talking to each other in polite voices, both still a little awkward with each other even if they have gotten better, and both turn to great Tim as he enters the dining room for dinner.

Bruce looks shocked, showing he isn’t feeling too much like Batman at the moment, but he covers it up and says nothing and lets Dick speak.

Tim immediately feels stupid as Dick walks up to him with a big smile and opens arms, because Dick Grayson was raised in a circus! If anyone was going to accept ‘oddities’ in the family it would be him, “Timmy! Oh my little baby, you look so good! What’s the occasion? Oh! Do you have a date?”

His brothers teasing mg tone at the end makes him smile and shove him gently. “Not a date or anything else, I just… thought I’d wear something more my style out for once.”

Dick beamed, hearing the unspoken confession of trust and picking his brother up and spinning him around, “Oh, Timmyyyy! My baby, you look so beautiful! You can wear whatever you want, all the time, anywhere! I’ll will straight up eat anyone who has a problem, I swear I will do it, just say the word-“

Bruce finally talks just to cut Dick off, “Dick, no ‘eating’ anyone who hurts your bother. A lawsuit will surfice.”

Tim can’t help but beam at Bruce, knowing full well that those words are his weird way of showing his approval and acceptance. Him being more forward with it would have been nicer, but he was the most fluent in the language of Bruce Wayne outside of Alfred and so he was okay with it.

Dick went to whine, acting like a spoilt child while he secretly raged inside that he was being told not to commit a violent act. Honestly, Tim wasn’t sure if it was because it was in defence of his brother or because Dick was always secretly searching for something to get aggressive with.

Tim smiled happily, taking off his shawl and thanking Alfred when he swooped in to take it away for him.

As Tim sat at the table, he felt a peace build in his heart that he hadn’t felt… well, ever.

[faygos]

lofaf davejade

[dduane]

"...Look, it says right here. 'The Ides of March are come.' And then right after that, 'Ay, Caesar. But not gone.'"

"Well, where is he, then? Looks like we missed it. I told you it was a mistake to stop for lunch."

"Oh well. Maybe next year..."

[puzzled-artist]

"The guild says this is the new required uniform for healers in the dungeon, I'm not sure if it suits me, what do you think Marcille?"

(Anyway happy falin friday)

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[zu-is-here]

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[rhiangalaxy]

Couldn't get @allpiesforourown's protective younger sib!SJ post out of my brain

[ID: A Scum Villain modern au drawing. On the left is Shen Yuan dressed in a hoodie as he smiles towards the viewer whilst gesturing behind him at Shen Jiu. SY says "Binghe! Meet my didi :D" SJ behind him has a dark and angry expression at the viewer, with medium length hair, some pulled into a bun whilst he wears a green modern hanfu and green cardigan. End ID]

[wistfulwatcher]

[gracekraft]

Hello all!

For those of you who have been interested in my Steven Universe mini zines over the years, I now have them up on my Etsy!

I usually give them away for free or trade at in-person events, but wanted to make them available for folks who might otherwise not get the chance (and not have to buy them secondhand at an up-charge)

Also for those who have been curious for my leftover Kickstarter keychain stock to drop...look forward to it tomorrow...

[enwoso]

young love | alessia russo x child!reader x leah williamson

-> based on this request:)

grumpy masterlist

leah never expected to be in this position. she thought she had years to wait — a while or a decade at least before she had to worry about this kind of thing.

but atlas, here she was standing outside of your school gates watching as you waltz out of the building hand in hand with a boy.

a boy.

your little curls bounced with every step, your bright pink backpack nearly slipping off your tiny shoulder as you giggled at something the little boy said as he whispered in your ear.

leah narrowed her eyes at the scene, her arms instinctively crossing over her chest. she knew that giggle.

it was the same one alessia would give leah whenever leah muttered something cheeky in her ear. the one that meant, ‘you’re my favourite person right now.’

and that? well that just would not do.

then as if the situation wasn’t already ridiculous enough, the little boy looked up and spotted leah and grinned

not just any grin - a big, toothy cheeky grin like he knew exactly what he was doing.

“look mama, what freddie got me!” you smiled brightly as you held up some small flowers. so that was the little menaces’ name — freddie.

“hi, y/n’s mama” he chirped, waving like the two were old pals.

leah had to fight the very strong urge to cross her arms tighter, or maybe just pick you up and carry you away, far, far from whatever this was.

leah cleared her throat, “hi… freddie.” her voice was flat and controlled. she glanced down at you, as you were still clinging onto the boys hand like the two of you were about to skip off into the sunset together.

unbelievable.

“alright, little one, say bye to your friend.” leah said nodding towards freddie, fully expecting you to just let go, say bye and come along like usual.

but you only smiled sweetly up at her, “but mama, freddie gave me a flower today!”

leah blinked, hard. you lifting your little hand, revealing a slightly crumpled daisy - the petals already wilting from having being shoved in your school cardigan pocket at some point during the day.

“he picks them from the school garden for me every day!” you added, your little excitement bubbling over.

freddie just puffed out his chest proudly, standing a little straighter. “i bring her the prettiest ones!”

leah then just looked between the two of them. you completely in awe of this boy and his stolen flowers and freddie standing there like he’s just won an award for ‘best boy friend ever.’

this could not be happening.

leah pinched the bridge of her nose, inhaling deeply. why was it always her that had these stupid situations happen to her whenever she picked you up from school - why never alessia.

“that’s, um.. nice, mate.” she muttered, before dropping into a slight crouch so she was level with you. “but little one here’s gotta go home now, yeah?”

to her relief, you gave a small nod and finally - finally, released freddie’s hand.

but just as leah thought she had won the battle, freddie leaned in towards you again, cupping his hand over his mouth as he whispered into your ear.

you giggled, leah’s jaw clenched slightly. no. no, no, no.

“what was that?” leah asked, eyeing the boy suspiciously.

freddie turned to her, still grinning. “i just told y/n i’ll wait for her again tomorrow morning!”

yeah, leah definitely did not like the sound of that.

—

the next morning, the whole situation replaying in leah’s head of the school pickup. leah being instructed by alessia to sit in the car as she dropped you off.

so now as she sat in the arsenal training ground lounge with alessia and kyra eating breaking while the other two cradled a coffee like it was the only thing keeping her sane.

“so,” alessia said, stirring her coffee with a smirk, “lovie’s little boyfriend was waiting for her again this morning.”

kyra, mid-sip of her drink, choked at the sudden information. “wait— tiny has a boyfriend?”

“she does not,” leah grumbled, taking another bite of her plain toast.

alessia grinned, completely ignoring leah’s harsh tone. “he waits for her at the gates. picks her flowers. walks her out of school hand in hand. sounds a lot like a boyfriend to me.”

kyra let out an exaggerated gasp as she placed her coffee back down on the table. “oh my god, tiny is in her romance era. i love this.”

leah shot the young australian a glare, in shock at there complete coolness over the situation. “there is no era. she’s five.”

kyra shrugged. “and yet, she’s already got more game than half the people i know.”

leah groaned. alessia, clearly loving every second of leah’s misery, took a slow sip of her tea before setting it down. “it’s cute, le. he’s harmless.”

leah scowled. “he steals the flowers from the school garden.”

kyra gasped dramatically. “a bad boy? oh, this just keeps getting better.”

leah ignored her. “he whispers things to her, less. whispers.” she shot alessia a look, waiting for her to be as horrified as she was.

alessia, entirely unbothered, just laughed. “they’re five, babe. he’s probably just telling her he likes her lunchbox.”

leah shook her head. “no. no, i don’t like it.”

kyra leaned in, grinning. “leah, be honest—did you ever get married in the schoolyard? or did you just frown at everyone in the corner?”

leah rolled her eyes. “i had friends.”

“uh-huh,” kyra said, unconvinced.

“i just don’t want lovie to get hurt,” leah admitted, rubbing a hand over her face.

alessia softened at that. “she won’t, babe. she’s five. the biggest heartbreak she’ll have is if they stop serving fish fingers for lunch.”

kyra snorted. “or if this little freddie kid picks another girl flowers instead.”

leah’s expression darkened. “he better not. if anyone’s breaking this thing off, it’s her.”

alessia shook her head, amused. “le, they’ll have forgotten about it by next week.”

leah sighed dramatically, still unconvinced. “i’m just saying, i don’t trust this freddie kid.”

kyra grinned. “he’s five.”

leah huffed. “yeah. and that’s five years too soon for my liking.”

[fanatical4creation]

Can you draw more of x-swap cross

This silly guy?

[capricoopla]

Upon the suggestion of a friend, I've species swapped the Outsiders

[toyouhellohowareyou]

Beloved, beautiful Seyph (Instagram) has done fanart for my LU fic Four and After

And I don't know if you've noticed, but it's ✨AMAZING✨