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lightdancer1 · 3 years ago

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A scene from the ATLA/Sailor Moon crossover Part I of III

Tiger's Eye looked at Azula with a cold gaze, that of a beast and not a man.

I am looking for beautiful dreams, he said, in a voice low and growling.

And you....his voice was growling and thick, like a beast tortured into the shape of a man. Azula was reminded of an old horror book she'd read at her Haruka-papa's insistence. By then the other Outers, even (her heart sank at the sight, Hotaru) had reached close enough.

I want to see what dreams there are in the mind of a woman with eyes as golden as mine.

He raised a mirror and then there was a sense of weightlessness and she felt frozen in a timeless interval. Stars could have swollen into being and died in eyeblinks, a fly could beat its wings for eternity.

And then the Dream stole upon her and the halls of Morpheus widened to embrace their new resident.

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She was in the Palace again. It was not a shadow-haunted place where nobles crept in the shadows, but a place of light. At first she thought it was real, for it was her first home, the place where she'd been born, where she'd grown to the age of thirteen. Then the only world she knew (and now she knew that it was not the case, that there were other worlds and other stars and so much else was different).

At first she might have thought all that she'd been through a dream. Haruka and Michiru, Hotaru and Setsuna, Usagi....no, Serenity. The monsters that arose in shadows and flame. But then she saw the first thing that showed her it was a dream.

Ursa, rounding a corner and looking at her with a smile on her face, reaching for her to kiss her on her forehead and tell her "I love you, my daughter. I do."

She knew then that it was a dream but it was everything she had wanted as a child, and who looking at a dream like this would not welcome it? So she let herself be pulled into the hug, weeping more freely in the dream than in life.

"Why are you crying, my dear?"

Her mother's voice, regal and austere, speaking with a power that was strong and that she could not deny, could never have denied.

"No reason," she said.

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It was the first time that the other Outers had shared the Beautiful Dream, a product of the strange things that followed when Azula's Bending magic collided with the world that they knew, the rival magicks a thing of strife and of power. They too found themselves in the Fire Nation, in the immense sprawling place that would be familiar to them in a later point in life.

In the dream it was a towering and opulent and beautiful place, everything in its place and a place for everything. The actual Palace they'd encounter would seem shabbier and shadow-haunted and smoke-ridden, a thing of decay and shame. They were in a glimpse of Azula's world, the full thing. A world not tied to dead kingdoms and a shining palace that became a reeking charnel-house where ghosts stirred and dead queens gave strange counsel.

The Palace reminded them all the same of Serenity's, in a way, but austere. A fortress instead of a symbol of peace. Images on long towering banners of stern-looking men and women with dark hair and long beards, the most recent a set of images that overlapped almost in a thing of the Dreaming.

At the left a man with a bald head and a wide black beard, his right hand lit like a torch and symbols in a strange not-quite-Japanese that said:

BRINGING LIGHT TO THE WORLD.

In the center an austere man with white hair and terrifying eyes, both of his hands lit, standing atop ruins and images of skulls (the actual image of Fire Lord Azulon they saw seemed both more conventional and more boring by comparison). And then the last, with eyes that seemed to track them (and that was how they knew it was a dream and that what was here was not real).

Across the poster in a thousandfold manners in golden script the phrase:

OZAI IS WATCHING YOU.

"So that's Sparky's father," spoke Haruka faintly.

The eyes turned to her and the poster smiled then, a savage and cruel grin and Michiru would have struck first if not for Setsuna going toward it and tapping it with her staff. The image corroded to dust and crumbled.

And yet across the walls the words began to form.

OZAI IS WATCHING YOU.

"Reminds me of that book by that American author," Haruka said with a shiver.

"Please don't, Haruka-papa," Hotaru said with a strange kind of smile.

"If grey gorillas round the corner here nobody will be happy."

Everyone's gaze turned to hers and she flushed for a moment but they all looked at the corner. No monsters with stone paddles.

Only the words. OZAI IS WATCHING YOU.

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And then they would round the corner as well, and for the first time three of them stared in a lack of comprehension, Hotaru looking in a sudden dawning understanding.

"The woman pure of heart, who loved and could only love."

The figure they later knew as Princess Ursa rose to her full height, putting Azula down and turned toward them with a cold gaze to match that of Ozai.

"Thieves of what does not belong to you," she rasped.

"I am fire, I am death, my hands bring forth lightning! I have laid low the Lords of Fire on the Dragon Throne."

Ursa's hands began to blaze with a fearsome fire that was not like Sparky's. It began with a bright reddish glow and changed to an eerie violet light.

Toward them strode Ursa, and around them the words OZAI IS WATCHING YOU.

#atla aus #atla/sailor moon crossover #dead moon circus shenanigans #dead moon circus sketch scene part I

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supercasey · 4 years ago

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Dumb thoughts on the Child Avatars AU

I dunno, just some dumb ideas I’ve had since I started talking about the AU online/brainstorming about it. (Putting it under a readmore for everyone’s sake)

The “Daisy kidnaps Jon” situation in this AU is Daisy riding her bike to Simon Fairchild’s mansion, holding a water-gun up to both Mike and Jon’s heads, and ordering them to ride with her to the grocery store to buy soda and hang out at a nearby playground for the day. Cue Elias flipping tf out when Jon isn’t at Simon’s place when he goes to pick him up later, Simon being half asleep because he was napping while the kids hung out, and Mike getting soaked by Daisy before he agrees to go with her, and since this happens in, like, late fall or early winter, he gets pneumonia afterwards and can’t hang out for awhile, leading to the kids jokingly saying he’s dead. Btw the only reason the trio was found is because Basira was invited after they made it to the park, and she convinced Daisy to let the boys go home. Daisy literally only kidnapped them because she wanted to play with someone.

Also the Buried!Daisy arc is Daisy getting eaten by a Buried controlled sandbox and Jon jumping in after her. The rest of the kids, who thankfully witnessed this, spent the next three hours digging for them, with Breekon & Hope eventually joining in to help since they were in the area. Daisy and Jon form a trauma bond afterwards and are now best friends.

Jon keeps getting marked by shit and it’s stressing Elias out because hE’S NOT READY FOR THE WATCHER’S CROWN YET!!! He needs more time to prepare, but his son is literally getting marked faster than fucking Sonic.

Speaking of Sonic, seeing as the “Console Wars” (Sega vs Nintendo) are happening during this time period, the kids take the rivalry Very Seriously. The biggest arguments are had between Sasha, Daisy, Julia, and Mike, who are all on Team Sega, and Jon, Martin, Tim, and Danny, who are all on Team Nintendo.

Sasha, close to tears she’s so angry: “Sega DO what NintenDON’T, Tim!!!”

When Martin was born, he only had one thick clump of curly hair that was white, but as he’s grown older and entered the Lonely multiple times, more of his hair has begun to turn white. As of the time of the AU “starting” (so when he’s 8 years old), he looks like he has white highlights in his hair.

Trevor isn’t a fully-fledged Hunt avatar yet, but the girls more or less are, so if you’ve ever watched Wolf Children, that’s pretty much the situation Trevor is currently trapped in. His daughters keeping changing into wolf pups and running wild as he frantically tries to hide their powers from anyone who isn’t Gerry.

(All of the kids secretly know already, even Basira.)

Basira is pretty much the only “normal” kid of the avatar children, save MAYBE for Tim, but he’s been deeply marked by the circus and has a few tiny powers (think S3 Jon as he was figuring out some of his powers, but wasn’t a full-on Archivist just yet).

The season 1 gang (including Danny) are the closest group of friends in the AU, save for Daisy and Basira’s friendship, and they hang out a lot at each other’s homes on the weekends.

Adelard usually brings Jane with him for his “trips” away from the institute, so it’s not unusual for her to be gone for long periods of time. But she always sends postcards and gifts to the institute for everyone!

Helen is three years old, so theoretically she should be able to talk, but she rarely does so, preferring to communicate via giggles and laughter. Only Jon, the Stoker brothers, and Michael can understand her, and they take turns translating for everyone else.

Whenever she’s brought to the institute, Helen takes to toddling around after Jon and Martin, giggling up a storm the whole time. Jon finds it a bit annoying while Martin is endlessly amused by her antics.

A list of the guardian’s/adult’s ages before I fucking forget (as of when the AU “starts” in 1994): Gertrude Robinson - 62, Elias Bouchard “Jonah Magnus” - 51 (200+), Peter Lukas - 55, Simon Fairchild - 83 (300+), Gerard “Gerry” Keay - 30, Michael Shelley - 32, Alfred Grifter - Unknown, Adelard Dekker - 48, Nikola Orsinov - 30ish (100+), Annabelle Cane - 34 (Unknown), Trevor Herbert - 47, Agnes Montague - 25ish (60+), Jude Perry - 35, Jared Hopworth - 29, The Admiral - 10.

The “good” parents all keep trying to set up some kind of PTA meeting so they can actually talk about how to raise these supernatural kids properly, but it keeps going horribly wrong; last time they tried, Alfred Grifter and his band showed up and nearly made Simon go deaf, so no one wants to initiate the next attempt at a meeting.

Tbh, at this point the Fear rituals are more successful than Elias’s shitty attempts at forming a PTA.

At some point in the AU Gerry, Michael, and Trevor all pitch in to buy a decently big house together, which leads to some serious Shenanigans now that Melanie is around Michael and Trevor’s kids/wards... let’s just say there’s gonna be a lot of knife related accidents.

Gerry taught Melanie how to fight when he took her in and it is the single worst decision he’s ever made in his short, goth life, even if he’ll never admit it. Melanie can now beat the shit out of everyone but Julia and Daisy, and it’s pure chaos every time. Tim puts up a decent fight, but he’s been spoiled on easy wins over his brother all his life. Jon tries and fails to so much as push her. Martin runs away crying before Melanie even throws the first punch. Needless to say, the other kids are very cautious about playing with Melanie now.

None of the kids have an education of any kind except for Mike. I’m serious; the only kid who’s decently educated is being raised by Foxy Grandpa Off His Shits McGee! Julia and Daisy have had some public education but not much, Elias refuses to do anything but home-school Jon yet he sucks shit at math, Tim and Danny don’t even know what a school fucking looks like, Melanie and Jane were too young to go to school when they became avatars, Martin has only recently been allowed near other kids so fuck public school (Peter can do math but Nothing Else), Annabelle fucking forgot to give Sasha any kind of an education outside of Web stuff, and Helen is still a very small child. None of these kids have gone to school for more than a few years at most and dear g-d is that gonna suck for them later down the line.

As a result of this, Basira has taught the other kids a few things when she’s come over and insisted on playing “school” with everyone, but she’s still just a kid and can’t always get them to pay attention during her lessons.

Because of this Rosie, Gerry, Michael, and Gertrude have all started making an effort to more or less home-school all of the kids, which has gone... well enough, I suppose. However, things have recently taken a weird turn since Jon keeps giving everyone the answers to assignments/tests via telepathy.

Jon: Whoa, you can make tea all by yourself, Martin!? Martin: Yeah, I’ve been doing it by myself since I was a toddler. I can also do laundry, mop floors, vacuum, and cook a few things, too! Tim: Wow, that’s really cool, Martin! I wish I could do stuff like that. Gertrude, off to the side: *Gives Peter a horrified look* I’m sorry, but did Martin just say he’s been making tea on his own since he was a toddler? Peter: ╮(╯ _╰ )╭ Unfortunately, I’m severely depressed.

Yeeeeeeeah, Martin’s in a similar childhood situation to his canon one, but at least there are people actually willing to help him out of it in this universe. Also, Peter will clean himself up at some point here, he’s just still dealing with more or less disowning himself from his family and learning hoe to not be so lonely.

Speaking Of Which, the Lukas family are pretty big antagonists in this AU, primarily through Peter’s mother (I’ll come up with a name for her later if I can’t find it on the wiki), who is trying to kidnap Martin and more or less feed him to the Lonely so Peter will get over his “childish feelings” and return to being her favorite child.

And yes, she DOES accidentally kidnap Jon instead at some point... this kid can literally not avoid getting kidnapped.

I like to think Mike and Julia are really good friends in this AU, being the closest in age and all. They hang out a lot since their dads are both so chill and won’t get upset about it, the two of them mostly just playing video games, watching movies, and biking around their respective neighborhoods together.

(Also they may or may not be responsible for a statement that involves a woman seeing a “flying wolf” passing over London... they’ve yet to confess to it, but Elias is dead certain they’re behind the incident.)

The worms incident is 100% Jane’s secret worm collection getting fucking loose... she was keeping them in the walls “for safe keeping” and No One Fucking Knew, not even Elias, until Jon saw a spider, punched the wall, and Revealed them.

Jon and Tim got their scars because Jane lost control of the worms and they burrowed into the kids. Cue a very panicked 999 call from someone in the institute and Child Services almost getting involved, but Elias managed to cover it up.

Afterwards, Jon is incredibly self-conscious about his worm scars, but Martin tells him “now we both have freckles!” and it honestly makes him feel a little better about the whole thing.

Also Adelard makes an effort to track down a child psychologist/counselor with institute ties so he can get Jane some therapy/help controlling her powers. He loves her to the moon and back, and he’s terrified of her getting traumatized by what she accidentally did.

During the incident, a Notthem gets loose from Artifact Storage and attacks Sasha, but seeing as Sasha is of the Web and the Notthem is connected to a Web artifact, it only manages to really hurt her, but thankfully not kill her. She ends up hospitalized for a few weeks, but comes out fine later on. The table mysteriously disappears afterwards, and no one knows if it was Gertrude or Annabelle’s doing, but either way, the kids never have to deal with a Notthem again.

At some point I wanna get into Jon’s paranoia in season 2 for this AU, but I’m considering changing it from being because of the Jane Prentiss issue to be because of Mr. Spider almost killing him. I dunno how exactly it’ll play out, but I think it has a lot of potential!

Okay, before I end this post full of weird rambling ideas for the AU, I wanna make a list of the powers that the kids have at the time of the story “starting”/the ones they develop down the line because Jonny Sims himself said that all avatars have different powers, and I really wanna infodump on my thoughts for the kids!

Current powers of Jonathan Sims-Bouchard: Can simply know things whenever he wants to (so long as the Eye lets him, but the Eye sometimes keeps him from knowing anything he isn’t mature enough to handle), can compel people to tell him things (the other kids are better at resisting it, and so are other people touched by the Eye), can survive on very little food if he’s fed mostly statements/other people’s trauma, can non-consensually feel the pain and emotions of the people around him, has some weak telepathy powers, and he can subconsciously summon tape recorders.

Future powers of Jonathan Sims-Bouchard: Increased healing abilities, can know most anything if he tries, ability to resist other Eye avatars’ compulsions, can survive purely off of statements/other people’s trauma, can choose whether or not to feel the pain and emotions of the people around him, has much stronger telepathy powers than before, can force himself into people’s minds and read their thoughts, and he can summon tape recorders at will (though some still show up without his knowledge sometimes).

Current powers of Martin Blackwood-Lukas: Can disappear into the Fog for several hours at a time (he cannot be seen by anyone but other Lonely avatars while in the fog), can summon clouds of fog that he can momentarily hide things in (including people), can “banish” most anyone into the fog, and has “Sea Captain Eyes” (he knows where the Tundra is at all times, and can lead someone to it without a map or compass).

Future powers of Martin Blackwood-Lukas: Can change his hair color at will (only to red, white, and a mix of the two colors), can see much better in the Fog and can find anyone he’s pushed into it, can more or less teleport using the Fog, and he has what’s more or less a pocket dimension of fog for storage/hiding his friends from danger (think the inside of Gems in Steven Universe).

Current powers of Tim Stoker-Orsinov: Can make small bipedal toys “come to life” for a few minutes at a time (they can’t talk or communicate; only move around and perform small tasks/dances), can tell when a Notthem is masquerading as someone else, is supernaturally talented at gymnastics, and can dance alongside the creatures of the Stranger without being fully corrupted by them.

Future powers of Tim Stoker-Orsinov: Better control over the powers he already has as well as a high tolerance for the Spiral.

Current powers of Danny Stoker-Orsinov: Can order around creatures of the Stranger against their will, can tell when a Notthem is masquerading as someone else, can dance alongside the creatures of the Stranger without being fully corrupted by them, is supernaturally talented at gymnastics, and can change his voice to anything he likes (not always intentionally, though).

Future powers of Danny Stoker-Orsinov: Can more or less “teleport” to other circus locations by walking into theaters, can now change his voice to whatever he likes with his knowledge and consent, can take over as the Stranger’s ringmaster if necessary, can trigger a mesmerizing dance whenever he’d like, and has a high tolerance for the Spiral.

Current powers of Sasha James-Cane: Can communicate with spiders and have them send messages to other Web avatars, can read minds if she tries really hard, can “trap“ other entities in large webs that she can summon (takes a lot of energy), and she has Spider-Man-like abilities (can walk on walls and ceilings, can carry much more than her weight should allow, etc).

Future powers of Sasha James-Cane: Can now read minds without too much effort, can navigate almost any area that’s being controlled/influenced by the Web, can create webs without nearly as much effort as before, can transform her body to have more arms, legs, and eyes, and she now has venomous fangs (which can thankfully be controlled and/or hidden).

Current powers of Alice “Daisy” Tonner: Can turn into a wolf at will/when she’s especially emotional, can smell blood from several miles away, and has supernatural senses/physical abilities.

Future powers of Alice “Daisy” Tonner: Can now track most any monster she’s hunting once she gets at least one good look at them, can communicate with other Hunters via howling, and can navigate the Buried if needed (though this is very triggering for her and will cause her to pass out afterwards).

Current powers of Julia Montauk: Can turn into a wolf at will/when she’s especially emotional, can smell blood from several miles away, has supernatural senses/physical abilities, can track most any monster if she knows their name, can communicate with other Hunters via howling, and she can shift into a bipedal werewolf when she feels like she’s in danger.

Future powers of Julia Montauk: All of her previous powers have drastically improved, plus she has better control of them now.

Current powers of Basira Hussain: She has common fucking sense, something almost none of the other children have.

Future powers of Basira Hussain: She common sense AND she has a werewolf GF now. :) ((No dating for the babies, not until they’re at least teenagers))

Current powers of Melanie King-Grifter: Can listen to Grifter’s Bone without being damaged in any way, the music of Grifter’s Bone makes her powers exemplified for a period of time after she listens to it, the smell of blood triggers her to become violent, she can summon sharp weapons (knives, swords, etc) from thin air, and she can see a red aura around other people who have been marked by the Slaughter.

Future powers of Melanie King-Grifter: She has much better control of her abilities now, she can perform Grifter’s Bone songs for people and keep them from dying/going feral, and she can now also summon other weapons from thin air (guns, baseball bats, etc).

Current powers of Oliver Banks: Can see people’s deaths a week in advance via his dreams, he sees dark tentacles around people who are going to die soon, can see but not talk to ghosts, and he can smell death on anyone who’s undead/controlling other people’s bodies.

Future powers of Oliver Banks: Can raise the dead and control them to do his bidding (takes a lot of energy), can speak cat (not End related; Admiral related), and he can cause people to die within the week if he touches them in his dreams.

Current powers of Georgie Barker: Can see a “death countdown” over people who are going to die within the next thirty days, doesn’t feel any fear whatsoever, can see but not talk to ghosts, and she sees a dark sludge staining the clothes of people who have been marked by the End.

Future powers of Georgie Barker: Can bring people back to life for a minute or so by touching them (think Pushing Daisies type powers), can speak cat (not End related; Admiral is best cat dad), and she can communicate with ghosts much better now.

Current powers of Jane Prentiss-Dekker: Can summon bugs of most kinds from her mouth and under her fingernails, can communicate with bugs, and can fight off most diseases without any trouble.

Future powers of Jane Prentiss-Dekker: Can now completely control bugs via a hive mind effect, can summon bugs from anywhere on her body, has much stronger healing abilities than Jon, and she can see invisible bugs crawling on the skin of those who the Corruption wants her to get rid of (it’s hard for her not to give in to it’s desires).

Current powers of Mike Crew-Fairchild: Can levitate/fly at will, can summon clouds of any kind (rain, thunder, snow, etc) in any conditions, has much higher resistance to the weather/temperature, and he can “banish” people into the Vast at will.

Future powers of Mike Crew-Fairchild: Same as before, but with slightly better control than he had as a teenager.

Current powers for Helen Richardson-Shelley: Can change the world around her to be more like the Spiral (adding more doors, changing the colors of things, causing hallucinations, etc), can change any door into a doorway into the Spiral, and she can amplify her voice (very hard to control as a baby).

Future powers for Helen Richardson-Shelley: Can now summon doors that lead to the Spiral from thin air, has much better control over her powers and abilities than before, can morph her body to be longer and sharper at will, and she can “banish” people into the endless hallways of the Spiral.

((Holy shit, that took awhile))

Anyways, here’s a playlist I made for the AU, feel free to scream at me for my very weird taste in music: Pinky Swear That You Won’t Go Changing

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thepetulantpen · 5 years ago

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Flowers/Sun&Moon

(I said I’d get these done and I did...a few days late. Here’s day 8 of @widomauk-week , it was so fun to participate!)

Under the sun, Molly and Caleb lay on their backs in the grass, soaking in the sunshine.

Molly has taken off his coat and his boots, letting the blades of grass tickle in between his toes. Caleb has taken off his coat and bandages, even carefully setting aside his book holsters in an effort to keep himself from overheating.

They lay there for a while, hands intertwined, talking about nothing and laughing about everything.

Molly’s eyes blaze with warmth, radiating happiness just as the sun exudes heat. Caleb’s hair fans out around his head on the grass, fire running through the color like rays off of the sun.

Caleb brings a hand up to shade his eyes, trying not to show how much the glaring sunlight is bothering him, not wanting to ruin this afternoon with Molly.

“Are Zemnians allergic to sunlight?” Molly giggles and sits up, leaning over Caleb to block out the sun with his head, “Is that why you’re so pale?”

Caleb smiles like the sun peeking out from the clouds, a bright patch that seems inordinately small compared to Molly’s full strength smile, sunny in a way that’s just shy of too much.

“Mm, yes. It’s why we rely on... other sources for vitamin D.”

Molly freezes above him and for a silent moment Caleb wonders if he somehow didn’t get the joke.

“...did you just make a dick joke? Are you possessed?” Molly puts his hand against Caleb’s forehead, “Are you sick?”

“A little lovesick, perhaps.”

Then Molly laughs and doesn’t stop laughing, falling backwards and cackling as if Caleb had done something much funnier than make a mediocre pun. He laughs and he looks at Caleb like he’s made of gold, like every joke he makes could change the world and every smile could save lives.

It’s flattering, it’s ill-advised, it’s Molly.

Caleb can’t say he feels the same about himself, can’t even say he’s completely comfortable with how highly Molly thinks of him, but right now they’re sitting in the sun and laughing and it all just feels too good to question.

Still, there are darker, colder thoughts lurking at the edges of his mind and interrupting logistics at the forefront.

“The others are probably wondering where we are,” Caleb props himself up on his elbows, “We should probably head back.”

“They can wait a little longer,” Molly grins mischievously and, before Caleb can protest further, stands up, “Stay here for a second.”

He’s tempted to look behind him and spy on what Molly’s doing but the sun is making him warm and lazy, he realizes he doesn’t want to leave or follow his own suggestion at all. He’d rather just sit here and wait for Molly to get back with whatever shenanigans he’s come up with this time.

Caleb doesn’t hear or see Molly sit back down behind him, but he does feel Molly’s fingers combing through his hair without warning or explanation.

“Molly, what-“

“Shh, it’s a surprise.”

It can’t be much of a surprise since he can feel the tugging on his hair that tells him Molly is braiding it, but Caleb appreciates the sentiment anyway. He closes his eyes and just feels for a while, the repetitive motion of Molly’s fingers against his scalp soothing him and erasing any more thoughts of leaving or being responsible. It takes longer than he would’ve thought, Molly must do something especially complicated to make the most of Caleb’s fairly short hair.

It’s nearly nightfall when Molly leads Caleb back to the inn, turning him around in front of a mirror to show off his handiwork: a complicated web of braids interspersed with tiny wildflowers. The sight of it takes Caleb’s breath away- he has no idea how Molly managed to weave such little, fragile things into his hair and make them stay there.

“Where did you learn how to do this?”

Molly sits cross legged on the bed behind him, tail waving excitedly as he grins at Caleb.

“I used to braid Yasha’s hair, when we were in the circus together. It’s pretty good, right?”

Caleb smiles at himself in the mirror for the first time in years, letting himself see what Molly sees for a moment: a man with a brilliant, soft smile and little flowers in his hair.

“It’s beautiful.”

...

Under the moon, Molly and Caleb sit on a rock ledge a little apart from the party, shivering in the cool night air.

Molly has draped his tapestry over his coat, though the thin material and sequins do little to warm him. Caleb is bundled up in his coat and a few layers beneath it, appropriately dressed for the cold now that he can afford it.

“Are you sure you don’t want my coat?”

Molly smiles and shakes his head, trying for nonchalance even when Caleb can see his teeth chattering. “I suffer for my art, darling. No offense, but I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing something so dull and brown.”

“I’ll have you know this is high Zemnian fashion.”

“Mm, I’m sure Dirty-Chic is all the rage there.”

Caleb huffs and pulls on a mock offended scowl but moves closer to Molly, sharing his body heat in a cuddle. Usually, Molly is the warm one but this weather has taken a toll on him and Caleb can feel him shaking against him, shivers and laughter moving through his chest.

They sit like that for a while until Molly stops shaking so much and regains some of that hot-blooded warmth Caleb is used to.

In the meantime, they’re on lookout, or supposed to be on lookout. Caleb would be watching carefully, making sure there aren’t any threats on the horizon, but this road leads to the middle of nowhere and has had no monsters of any sort for days so he feels comfortable becoming entirely transfixed by the flowers growing all around them.

They’re glowing, casting dim light over the road and meadow in an array of fluorescent greens and blues. In the daytime, they were just patches of wildflowers, basically weeds, but at night they’ve come to life, dotting the landscape with brilliant light shows,

It’s breathtaking and it gives Caleb an idea.

“Here, hold this,” Caleb pulls off his coat and drapes it over Molly’s shoulders, ignoring the noise of protest, “I’ll be right back.”

Molly is tempted to bring the coat back, or at least yell after Caleb, but he stays put instead, curious to see what Caleb’s planning. He pulls on the coat because it’s freezing tonight and looks firmly at the ground, determined not to peek and spoil the surprise.

Caleb returns a minute later, settling on the grass behind Molly. There’s more rustling noises and a few huffs of frustration as Caleb struggles to work with whatever he’s collected. At the noise, and because the suspense is killing him, Molly turns his head a little and Caleb immediately stiffens, curling around whatever he’s working on.

“Turn around! It’s a surprise.”

Molly complies, only barely reigning in his energy for the next few minutes before Caleb speaks again.

“Ok, now close your eyes.”

Caleb’s fingers ruffle Molly’s hair, moving it as he puts something in it. He’s pretty sure he can guess what it is, based on the combination of sharp points and soft spots, but he keeps his eyes closed, preserving this idea of surprise that Caleb seems intent on.

“Scheisse.”

Caleb’s fingers fumble around his horns and Molly finally opens his eyes, looking up at Caleb’s face. He’s concentrating on adjusting his gift around the obstacle of Molly’s horns, face screwed up and tongue poking out one side of his mouth in a determined pout.

He notices Molly looking and fidgets with more fervor. “I can fix it, just wait.”

He ends up having to disconnect and retie the flower crown at multiple points, shuffling around Molly to perfect parts all around his head so it fits perfectly at the base of his horns.

Caleb sits back and smiles at Molly, looking more proud of himself than Molly has ever seen him. The smile is a gift in itself, Molly would give anything to see Caleb that happy with himself every day.

“Can I look now?”

“Of course.”

Caleb fumbles with his bag, presumably trying to find something reflective, but Molly unsheathes Summer’s Dance, adjusting it to get the best of his narrow reflection on the gold surface.

The flowers, with their wonderful glow, are truly stunning, lighting his face with an ethereal shine. The crown itself is meticulously crafted, the twisted bonds of twigs between the flowers seem sturdy, like Molly could dance or fight with them in his hair and not lose a single flower.

Caleb stifles a yawn next to him. The moon seems to sag in the sky, as tired as they are. Molly will have to test his theories later, when he’s not dead on his feet.

“Do you like it?”

It’s hard to read Caleb’s face in these moments, where darkness and perpetual uncertainty obscure most of his real intentions, but Molly doesn’t think it particularly matters, he knows his answer.

“I love it, Caleb. I’m never taking it off.”

Molly’s smile shines like a crescent moon breaking out of a twilight sky and Caleb’s eyes twinkle like bright stars in an endless void.

They spend the rest of their watch curled in each other’s arms, bathed in the light of flowers and their own glowing, powerful love.

#widomaukweek2019 #widomauk #caleb widogast #mollymauk tealeaf #critical role #soft bois for the last day #caleb just invented vitamin d because i wanted a cheap dick joke

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pontsalin · 5 years ago

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Au masterpost

With summaries and links for each!

There may be aus that I’ve never talked about before, so if you’re interested in hearing more about them, shoot me an ask about it (you can also ask me if you want to hear more about an au I’ve posted about)!

Quirk au (crossover with BNHA)

@ask-vigilante-virgil

Summary: Virgil is a vigilante, fighting the crime at night with his best friend Remy. Everything is fine until Virgil gets caught in something much bigger than he thought.

Info about their quirks:

Virgil, Logan, Patton and Roman

Remy

Deceit and Emile

General info about them (desktop only)

Read from the start (desktop only)

Ships: Eventual LAMP, established remile, eventual RED, past sleepxiety

Tw: Morally grey Patton, unsympathetic Remus, sympathetic Deceit

Monster au

Summary: In a world where monsters exist, but are feared by humans, Logan and Patton create a school for fantastic creatures, to make a safe space where they can learn to control their powers and get a proper education.

Design of the main sides

General infos about them

More lore infos about them

Tag: monster au

Ships: Eventual LAMP, originally analogical and royality, but has been built to be more prinxiety + logicality

Tw: Morally grey Roman, Morally grey Deceit

Shugo Chara au (crossover)

Summary: Thomas wakes up with three eggs in this bed, each one representing an hidden desire. Then a fourth egg. Then a fifth egg? What?

Their design + the backstory

Tag: Shugo Chara au

Ships: None

Somewhat swapped au

Summary: Swap au + Highschool au where the sides are swapped but still keep a part of their canon character.

Who’s swapped:

Virgil/ Patton

Logan/ Roman

Remy/ Emile

Deceit/ Remus

Their designs

Tag: Somewhat swapped au

Ships: Slow burn LAMP, eventual remile, platonic demus

Tw: Sympathetic Deceit and Remus

Gem au (crossover with Steven Universe)

Summary: Roman, Logan, Patton and Thomas form the Crystal Gems, defending the Earth against the odd.

Their designs

Tag: gem au

Ships: Eventual LAMP

WlW au (genderbend au)

Summary: Human au where the sides are girls.

Their designs + their body types here

Tag: wlw au

Ships: Prinxiety, loreceit, remile

Tw: Sympathetic Deceit and Remus

Sun and Moon au

Summary: Au where the sides are spirits of a specific thing, and Thomas is a kid curious about them.

Their designs

Tag: Sun and moon au

Ships: LAMPD, remile, eventual Remy/ Emile/ Remus

Tw: Sympathetic Deceit, morally grey Remus

Fnaf au (crossover)

Summary: Each sides are animatronics living in a circus and entertaining kids.

Their designs + a bit of their story

Tag: fnaf au

Ships: None

Tw: Morally grey everyone

The Greatest Showman au (crossover)

Summary:

Roman: P.T Barnum

Patton: Charity Barnum

Logan: Phillip Carlyle

Virgil: Anne Wheeler

Deceit: Jenny Lind

Ships: Royality, Analogical

Tw: unsympathetic Deceit

Ghostbusters au

Summary: Logan and Patton are two ghosbusters, catching the troubling ghosts.

Their designs + backstory/ plot

Ships: Eventual moxiety, eventual logince, past anxceit

Spider Virgil au

Summary: Deceit being a snake, and Remus an octopus, so Virgil being a spider (more precisely a chilean rose hair tarantula) would be fitting, right?

Art

Ships: Undecided

Gaming au

Summary: Logan is twitch streamer, Patton has a gaming channel and Virgil and Roman owns together a gmaing channel too. Damien is their editor.

Details of their channels

Ships: Slow burn DLAMP

Tw: Sympathetic Deceit

Witch au

Summary: Logan enters a school for witchcraft and gets to meet other witches, and learns that science and magic are one and the same.

Ships: Undecided

Angel/ Demon au

Summary: Virgil tries to summon a demon, but an angel tries to prevent him from doing it. He’s now roomate with the two of them.

Art

Ships: Prinxiety, eventual moxiety, undecided

Golden soul au

Summary: Soulmate where your dreams are linked to your soulmate(s). You can't remember their face or name, but when you wake you got golden dust where your soulmate touched you. (Original post)

Roman and Logan are soulmates, except Roman lives in Europe while Logan lives in America. They barely get sleep at the same time, and for the longest time thought the two of them didn’t have soulmates, until Patton (Logan’s friend) shows Roman’s youtube channel to him.

Ships: Logince, moxiety, RED

Unconventional pets au

Summary: Virgil likes pets that aren’t universally loved. He likes spiders, frogs, snakes, mantis etc.

His dads (Logan and Patton) try their best to support him, but Patton’s fear of most of those pets isn’t ideal. Virgil gets to meet another snake lover, Dee.

Logan and Patton are also trying to fix their gay crisis, since they’re both crushing hard on that cute genderfluid baker down the street (Roman).

Ships: Anxceit, established Logicality, future morolo

Tw: Sympathetic Deceit and Remus

Secret Identity au

Summary: Heroes need to hide their faces to preserve their identity. Shenanigans insues.

Powers:

Logan: Can create portals on flat surfaces

Patton: None. Masters white weapons.

Roman: Invisibility

Virgil: Can control the weather, and has a small orb that changes shape depending on his mood (sad= rainy etc.)

Deceit: Animal shapeshifter

Remus: None. Is the voice that co ordinates them in the mic.

Emile: Blood bending

Remy: Can go into other’s people dreams

Ships: Logicality, Remus x Deceit x Virgil, Roman x Remy x Emile

- Hero! Logan and Hero! Patton make out after the fights, but Logan can’t stand Patton irl.

- Deceit and Remus are dating, and Virgil is very jealous of Remus. Though he really likes the voice that talks to them during fights.

Tw: Sympathetic Deceit and Remus

Creepy au

Summary: Logan is a curious kid. Patton is always smiling. Roman has many friends. Virgil will never leave his brother’s side. Four outcasts dealing with supernatural stuff.

Logan is a young scientist with a lot of motivation.

Patton is a new demon.

Roman sees dead people.

Virgil has a plush possessed by a demon.

Ships: None

Cryptid au

Summary: Roman has a youtube channel where he does urbex with Virgil (bfu style), and make rant videos about how cryptid are beautiful and he’d love to date one.

Plot twist. Virgil is mothman, and sticks with Roman to protect him since he has a very bad luck and attracts every bad spirits.

Logan has a youtube channel where he debunks myth (from the flat earth to supernatural stuff). He does not believe in anything supernatural, except that his best friend Patton is a fae that has claimed him.

Ships: Prinxiety, Logicality

Mermaid au

Summary: Roman is a human who has always been fascinated by the ocean. Little does the know that his mother was the same.

Roman: Human

Remus: Octomaid

Deceit: Human

Logan: Octomaid

Virgil: Shark mermaid

Patton: Seal mermaid

French Highschool au

Summary: Highschool au happening in France because I’m tired to see every highschool au being in the US.

Logan: S, overworks himself to the point of doing burnouts because he needs to be the best.

Virgil: S, is ahead of pretty much all classes due to his anxiety. Often beats Logan during tests.

Roman: S, pressured by his parents to go in the scientific course, doesn’t work but still gets good grades. He hates himself each time his executive dysfunction makes him not working.

Patton: ES, tries his best, works a lot but still struggles to get more than average grades.

Deceit: L, average. He gets average grades and work an average ammount of time. He’s the stereotypical L that smokes and is bad at math.

Remus: Redoublant, gets the new school system, struggles to work.

Emile: Biology / science and life of the Earth teacher

Remy: Math teacher

Thomas: French Teacher

Ships: Analogical, roceit, intruality, remile

Patton’s design

Doodles (second and third pics)

Ships: Logince, moxiety, demus

Steampunk au

Summary: The high and middle class live on a floating island, unknowingly (or not) abusing on the people living on the ground.

Deceit: Originally from the lower city, he’s one of the few that knows how to travel down (or up).

Remus: Son of the King, does not know anything about what’s happening bellow. Deceit conviced him to go to the lower city.

Roman: Son of the King, knew what was happening in the lower city, and escaped many years ago. Presumed dead. Patton’s fiancé.

Patton: Comes from the lower city, managed to go on the island as a courtesan. Went back down with Roman when he escaped.

Virgil: From the lower city, one of the greatest engineer of the Kingdom. Made Patton’s prothesis, Deceit’s monocle and his own fake eyes.

Logan: Middle class, works as a cop chasing people escaping the island. Constantly running after Deceit.

Ship: Dukexiety, Royality, Loceit

Sudden Monsters au

Summary: The sides gets transformed one after the other as monsters. A great excuse to talk about feelings and overcome fears.

Virgil: Drider (half spider)

Deceit: Naga

Remus: Octomaid

Roman: Mermaid

Logan: Centaur (but half unicorn)

Patton: Werewolf (is always an humanoid canid, but gets violent during the full moon)

Ships: Moxiety, undecided

Eldritch au

Summary: Virgil meets the monster under his bed. He is actually really sweet.

More talk there

Ship: Dukexiety, eventual Logince

Lost kids au

Summary: Virgil and Remus run away from the orphanage they were in, and decides to sleep in an abandoned house. The creature (Deceit) living there decides to take care of them.

Rpg au

Summary: The sides meet on a mmorpg and creates a team.

Roman: Tank, werewolf

Logan: Long range dps, elf

Patton: Summoner/ necromancian, human

Virgil: Healer, spider specie

Deceit: Rogue, snake specie

Remus: Short range dps, human

Ships: Established moxiety, slow burn lomus, roceit

Alien Runaway au

Summary: Logan is a scientist working in a space station. An alien arrives, badly injuried. The crew saves him, and keep him safe until he gets better. His name is Roman, and he’s willing to talk (with ASL) only to Logan.

Roman, Remus, Emile and Deceit are aliens.

Logan, Virgil, Patton and Remy are human scientists.

Marvel au

Virgil is Natasha

Patton is Cap

Logan is Bruce

Roman is Thor

Deceit is Loki

Remy is Tony

Ships: Undecided

Overwatch au

May be a crack au. Idk I was just in a ovw mood when I made it.

Roman: D.Va

Logan: Symmetra

Patton: Mercy

Virgil: Reaper (following the theory that Reaper is infiltrated in Talon)

Deceit: Moira or Roadhog

Remus: Junkrat

Fusion au

Summary: Fusion au where the fusions are piece of chess

Doodles

Souleater au

I do not know yet, but it’s somewhere in my mind

Sherlock au

sherlock - virgil

watson - remus

moriarty - roman

irene - patton

mycroft - dee

lestrade - logan

#i'll edit this as a i go #au masterpost #sanders sides #ts sides #ts au #sol mumbles

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hermetictardigrade · 5 years ago

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HISTORY OF THE EARLY UNMAN

Where did man come from? This question has occupied the human sidethought for thousands, perhaps even tens of thousands of lazy deeryear. It is a question responsible for many of the world’s myths & religions. Yet those old answers, they are merely one primitive dog attempt after another for a conquest—just some old pelican’s idea of showing off his explanatory prowess. A mating game and a mushroom. Cast it all away, dancer! Today we spread out a veil. Today we will sacrifice a limb-cut Mt. Everest on the altar of the smiling science. So grab a woodchuck & squeeze!

A disclaimer—As with all prehistory histories, most of what follows is complete conjecture. But I assure you that I have studied all the bones. Each and every one. And through my hydromancy practice I have gained a secondary authentication. These dry words can be trusted, my friend, for I am no wet salamander. And I shall never flee at the approach of an uncomfortable truth. Yes, in the realm of Idea I am a sneering viking warrior, and irony is my excaliber. O foolish, foolish throats!

Our first Apetwin had an insect eye. An insect heart. Our first Apetwin had almost no concepts of his own. He was born without a cabalistic grocery cart, and his cavehome was completely bare. Except for his one friend, the red weasel, no one ever came to visit him. He tried taking walks around the plains, tried to do the old meet-and-greet, but all this caused was a raising of severe eyebrows. And those cruel, cruel Elephantkind! They would always frown at him, they would cover their offspring’s bulging red eyes whenever he passed. He seemed to cause severe allergic reactions. The termite kingdom even labelled him “a very dangerous individual”, and said he had no hamstrings. He’d only been alive for about a week, this little Unman, and yet the pinky aggregations of gossip had so quickly become established… He just couldn’t counter it all, he just couldn’t “put up”. Life on the savannah became disagreeable to him. His new word for life became “dead duck”. And so, on the second Tuesday of his life he crawled inside his dirty hidey hole and turned himself into a grey statue, never to dethaw. A sad ending for a sad meatball. But let’s not dwell! And hey—about 157,535 years later his grim statue-self was found by a traveling hippie death cult, and worshiped as their god. Yes, for a few sweet summers (Between ’70 and ’73) he got to play as King of all the Archons, and had the front row seat to endless sex magick shenanigans, often involving a tribe of lost circus gorilla. And not everybody can say that, eh?!

Our second Apetwin was a variant on the first. But this time around he was all horn, baby. All point & all angle. Yes, this time around nobody gave him any slippery shitstuff, because they were all far too afraid of him. They ditched the conspiratorial, and didn’t so much as pass a slither in his direction. In all their little booties, they quaked. At birth his apeface had been covered over with a strange metallic star. Yes, even while babyfresh, he shined. Vaguely organic was this facestar of his, and possibly sentient too. Somekindof parasitic somethingorother, a devious sucker of his fur. This star cursed like a non-aquatic sailor. (Not at all, in other words. This star was completely mute.) It also made it very difficult (impossible) for him to ever eat a tasty lunch. The most heroic action of this Ape’s life involved a fight with a deranged porcupine. This was on the third, maybe fourth day of his life, I think? Somekindof mating argument, if I am remembering correctly, something about access to a voluptuous porcupine female. He triumphed over the tricksy death quills, but died of starvation soon after. This is because he had no mouth with which to eat, as I mentioned previously. This is also why we of the english language call it STARvation. A tribute of sorts to this legendary apeboy hunk.

The third Apetwin (aka Charlie Ape), was a true ghostboy. He clouded himself regularly, because he was completely addicted to Phantom. Whenever his head spectrals reached a level low enough for a pupil return he sprayed again with the ReFog(™) . It was in this way that he avoided the nastiness of the sunlight, and the sad pretensions of the floral. His cosmic familiars? They often sprayed with ReFog(™) too. That sassy Sally Ape, that old old Momma Ape…A bunch of risky impatients they all were. Baby did not partake in any of this, however. Baby had a round plaster belly filled with flies. Baby was deafdumbblind. Baby knew not what he was, nor where he was. But as for that Charlie, Sally, & Momma, they all wanted a bigger, cloudier drift to exist inside themselves. They wanted something with a true extraterrestrial kick. And so (with a little misused Freudian analysis) they combined their three headselves, becoming one great winged headself. This newly-formed divine headself suctioned itself up, flying straight under moon’s surprised eyelid. It accidentally struck a hidden shadow vein there, and boom! All three apes were immediately transferred into a permanent apparitional state. A cautionary tale, folks.

Onward, then to the fourth Apetwin! This fellow started out small. No distinguishing personality features. No real fetishes or quirks to speak of. One thing that this fourth line of ape did enjoy was a good long swim. These apes loved the feeling of wet fur on warm grass. They loved to open their mouths underwater, to feel a cool aquatic massage along their weary gums. They would often smile very broadly after a dip, to show the tribe a set of sparking white river-cleaned teeth. And before any fuck, a quick dip was always expected. Just good form, you know? Hygienic. Unfortunately, in those prehistoric times there was just one large river, spiraling out from the core. The One had not yet diverged into the Many. This ancient river was 73 miles wide, and it teemed with sexually transmitted disease. Eventually this fourth ape line became consumed by the microscopic, their peaceful utopian society torn apart by a cornucopia of infection. One disease caused their ape genitalia to balloon with an effusion of strange red flesh bubbles, which when popped caused them very great pain. Another caused their blood veins to expand and spiral upwards, devouring their heads & disjoining their thoughts. And it all ended with a discharge which was musical. The less said about all that, the better.

Here I will end my account of the prehistoric Unmen. There are many more dead ends to cover, and I yet have forgotten them all. Loosey goosey, Loosey goosey. Depart my friends, and let not the mammalian tragedies of our past weary your present steps.

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words-writ-in-starlight · 7 years ago

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Head cannons for Bruce Wayne and all his kids

Oh shit. You don’t ask much, do you. Okay, let’s do it, hell yeah, let’s talk about the Waynes et al at parties.

Bruce is not a particularly social person, left to his own devices, but the charming hedonist Bruce Wayne persona gets a lot done, so he throws galas and parties and shit on a fairly regular basis. Contrary to popular opinion, he actually doesn’t sleep with models very often (some of those girls are younger than his kids), but he does tend to gravitate toward them. His kids aren’t surprised by this, because Bruce just sort of orbits between clusters of models and makes sure they’re not drinking underage, but it BAFFLES the press, which is part of the reason that everyone assumes that Bruce Wayne is a playboy who sleeps his way through every model in the city.

Dick is actually genuinely a very charming guy. He grew up in a circus, which is a huge crowd, so he learned how to talk to people pretty young and kept it up as he got older. Even on days when he’s not really in the mood to play nice with the crowd, he comes off as endearingly weary rather than prickly or rude. He’s easily one of the more trusted Wayne kids, especially once he’s off doing his own thing as Nightwing--his grasp on the amount of trouble the press can cause improves exponentially as a cop, so suddenly he’s very good about making sure the others don’t get themselves into too much trouble.

Jason, obviously, is not a presence at parties. However, every once in a while someone will approach part of the Wayne family with a question about him and it always goes one of two ways.

Reporter: So we’re coming up on the anniversary of Jason Todd’s tragic death, do you have anything to share about your son?Bruce, thinking about the article he read that morning about the Red Hood, teeth gritted: We miss Jason every day.

Reporter: So we’re coming up on the anniversary of Jason Todd’s tragic death, do you have anything to share about your brother?Dick: [twenty minute monologue about his beloved brother intended purely to embarrass Jason in the event that any of it actually makes print]

Tim isn’t super comfortable with large crowds, but he’s generally reliable in terms of not, you know, causing a riot. That being said, he also tends to run down his mental filter an hour before the gala ends, so the savvier reporters know that they can get the good shit from Tim Drake in the last thirty minutes of his presence at a party. This can be somewhat ameliorated by giving Tim a more problematic Bat to keep an eye on, but on the other hand sometimes Tim will just lie his ass off to a reporter for fun and that’s the story of how everyone thought for a while that Wayne Enterprises was building a moon colony.

Stephanie actually has a very bad track record. This is mostly because, while she won’t defend Bruce (”he’s a grown-ass man,” is her reasoning), she’ll go the fuck to bat for most of the others, and has punched out more than one reporter on their behalf. More commonly, however, she’ll stare a reporter dead in the eye while she breaks their camera or phone or recorder. One time she slowly tore off a sheet of notes and stuffed it into her mouth and ate it while the reporter gaped at her. Bruce has paid for several expensive recording devices or cameras because of Steph.

Cass is very cooperative and very uncooperative by turns. She’ll smile nicely for the camera and play the game, but also God save the upper class snob who actually pisses her off. Up until she reaches the end of her patience, Cass is implicitly trustworthy. Afterward, she is a candidate for ending the gala early by way of violence, or she might just disappear and be found four hours later eating an entire platter of hors d’eurves alone on the roof.

Damian basically cannot be trusted at a gala for love nor money. He’s absolutely charming, of course, when he wants to be, but he’ll also bite the hand that feeds as soon as he’s bored or no longer getting anything out of it. He’s on the top of the list to be chaperoned at parties because he’ll tell the press absolutely anything to fuck with people, especially Tim. One time he successfully sold an entire story to a tabloid about how Tim had kidnapped him once. Dick is the unspoken Damian-wrangler whenever possible.

Barbara sometimes shows up with her dad. Not often, though, because she’s undercover, natch. That being said, after every Wayne gala, Oracle sends the Batcave a Greatest Hits of what the press and social media put out about it. Duke’s SnapChat usually makes the list. Babs has handed in more than one Batkid like this, sometimes on purpose and sometimes not.

Duke is So Tired. He puts up with So Much at parties. One time he had to grab Cass around the waist and keep her from punching a Times reporter in front of a Daily Planet reporter. That being said, he has a flourishing SnapChat story full of videos of him narrating shit at parties, including videos ‘guest starring’ the others when they get into trouble. Bruce has used these videos as evidence to put his kids on probation before. Bruce knows you tried to stab a reporter with a fork, Steph, Duke has it on video with the caption he asked if it was true she was carrying Dick’s illegitimate child and while your technique was flawless, it would be so, so great if you could just Not.

Alfred is years and years past being surprised by any of this. It’s a known fact that if any of the Batkids shows up to Alfred with a complaint to the tune of “So-and-So did this, isn’t that shocking”, Alfred will stare directly back at them and say, “You are aware of the fact that I have been supervising Wayne children at galas since before you were born, correct?” Literally nothing fazes Alfred and nothing has in years.

Sometimes other people show up. One time it was this enormous young man built like a fridge with black hair and inhuman blue eyes and a permanent scowl of concentration when he handled delicate glassware (he only broke two) and stayed three inches from Dick at all times. Another time it was a twelve-year-old who kept petting the sleeve of his suit in fascination, with black hair and the strangest bursts of wisdom. Sometimes it’s just some random kid--a handsome young black man with strange tattoos on his arms, a skinny boy who talks at a hundred miles an hour and puts away food like it’s his job, just people. Getting a legitimate answer about these people depends heavily on who you get to first.

Reporter: Mister Wayne, can you tell me who your companion is?Bruce, kind of tired: One of my kids’ friends? They wanted company.

Reporter: Mister Wayne, can you tell me who your companion is?Tim, whipping out a forged document: Bruce adopted Connor last week, I’ve got the papers to prove it.Bruce, sensing Shenanigans from across the room: Tim, I will pay you to stop.Connor, bristling: Stop taking pictures of me.Reporter: Can we get a last name from Connor?Connor, backing toward the nearest window: NO.

#batfam #batman #headcanon meme #ask meme #listen i really like kon el/superboy/connor kent #and i care more about him than superman any day #specifically i am thinking about the young justice version since that's who i'm most familiar with #if stephanie and cass seem a little ooc it's because SURPRISE ain't got time to read a bunch of batman comics #but yeah anyway the summary of this is just 'bruce is so tired'#he does as much or more damage control for these children as he does for anything else #damian is not allowed to know that damian-wranglers are a thing but hoooo boy they sure are!#tim got taken in to be questioned about the 'kidnapping' before they could get damian to admit he made it up #shoutout to alfred for having to live in this fucking madhouse #also i'm very serious about duke's snapchat #THIS WORKED OUT GREAT #I HAVE A HEADCANON PER BAT #don't tell me if that's not true i'm still high from finishing taz #and none of you fuckers have sent me any fic asks!#i'm disappointed in you #send me taz fic asks #anyway here's wonderwall #idiot teenagers with a queue #anonymous #asked and answered

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lightdancer1 · 3 years ago

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ATLA/Sailor Moon Crossover Part III

"What did you say you ungrateful bitch?"

"No." The word repeated and her blue fire blazed.

"This is my dream, and you will never hurt me, or Zuzu, or anyone else ever again."

She drew her head back and then inhaled and the stuttering booming sound echoed as Ozai paused and cocked his head.

"Arrogant chi-"

The stuttering drumbeat became that terrible hissing roar and the beam lanced out and struck Ozai in the chest.

Ozai fell, sprawling backward and landing and then Azula strode toward him almost like the undead, kneeling beside him and weeping at a different level.

"Why?" Her voice cracked. "Why are we like this?"

-the hand descending to the face, the whip cracking near her and then striking her.

The image of a child's hand reaching toward an animal with blazing fires and her father's happiness, so terrible and so lovely a thing-

"Why are we broken?"

Ozai's eyes flashed open and he sat up, his chest a horribly burned thing with a hole ripped clean through him.

"Because we are all monsters, my daughter," and then his hand reached for her throat again.

"That is what Sozin made us, what Azulon made us. We are all monsters, it is all we are, and are ever going to be."

Ursa stepped around the corner again.

"I love you, Azula. I do."

And then there was Zuko, looking at her through bandages and not truly seeing her when she'd come to visit him, speaking to him softly and hoping he had heard, that he had understood.

This time they were not stuck watching things. This time it was Michiru who moved before anyone else.

Her voice was one of thunder and steel.

Submarine Violin Tide.

The image of her violin was in her hands and then she maneuvered her hands flawlessly and the noise took shape as a great and dark mass of water.

"Get your filthy paws off of my daughter!"-

The image of a child's hands reaching for an animal that looked at her uncomprehendingly, fire desc-

And then the water collided with the image and Tiger Eye stood where Ozai did, his claws digging into Azula's neck and drawing blood.

"Damn you," he snarled, "and damn this."

And then the water carried him a-

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They awoke or perhaps remained there where Tiger-Eye had stood, a sea-salt aura to the air. The four Outer Senshi stood transformed, Azula still in her civilian clothes, blood running down her shoulders from wounds ripped in by Tiger Eye's claws, the street showing traces of the great tsunami that had swept him away.

"What did you mean," Setsuna asked Hotaru as Haruka ran toward Azula and picked her up, signaling to Venus and Moon for help, "by the woman who was pure of heart?"

"My sister told me a bedtime story, my favorite. The woman who was pure of heart and good and the wicked child cast very far away from home because she was a monster."

Her voice was faint.

"I thought it was a story and it was. But it wasn't a fairy tale like the old ones, the scary and dark ones. It was her, her childhood."

Hotaru's voice was fainter still.

"The woman pure of heart was her mother. And the red Oni......"

"Ozai," Setsuna said faintly.

"We'll talk about her mental health a bit later," Haruka said, as she brought Azula to a bench, her body turning paler from bloodloss.

It was not long after that Venus arrived and took one look at Azula's injuries and went to her, hand glowing. The blazing power of Venus reached out and the wounds shrank and closed, leaving only a faint set of scars like lines, though the blood remained after it.

"What did you see?" Venus's question was worried but she understood, this general of the Senshi. She was not some dim-witted military oaf.

"Her past," Haruka answered honestly, and Venus looked at them with narrowed eyes that went wider and then softer and then wider again with horror.

She nodded then, not wishing to intrude into something that even with the narrowing barriers still felt like Outer Senshi business and flew off.

Azula looked stronger, if still pale and her limbs weak.

"I hate these people," was all she said and then they would fly home, Hotaru supporting Azula and not remotely letting her sister fly herself the way she intended.

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ATLA/Sailor Moon Crossover scene part II of III

As Ursa moved toward them Azula ran in front of them, her hands up.

"Mother, please." Her voice cracked. "Don't hurt my family."

Ursa stood then, her gaze that of a towering giant and for a moment they caught a glimpse of the vulnerability in the dream-scape, of how dreams were shifting things and mirrors that responded to the eye of the beholder.

"You were always a monster, Azula." Her voice was cold and she raised her indigo-adorned hand in front of her.

"Get out of the way, and don't shield monsters like yourself."

"Now Ursa," they heard another voice speak, one much more sinister and brooding, "begone."

The woman who'd strode toward them did seem to vanish in smoke and then the words shone with an eerier light.

OZAI IS WATCHING YOU.

From a corner of the Palace that reflected its reality, shadow-haunted and adorned with torches strode a man that was as tall as his wife, a thin chin-beard stabbing like a spear, eyes golden and far more cold.

"Azula," he said, in a voice low and vicious, "you are weak. Just...."

He strode toward her, "like...."

And then his right hand lit and he grasped her by the neck and pulled her up so that his hand mirrored her face and there was a-

image of a thirteen year old boy with a looming giant holding a hand to his face and the horrid smell of burning flesh.

"You will learn to hold your tongue and suffering shall be your teacher."

And her vision swam and wavered and the eyes turned toward her and looked at her with menace.-his hand went to her face and they began to smell her flesh burning.

"Zuko. And now....."

As he dropped her and she held her face, crying, he stood back.

"Now you match."

He began to laugh, then, a rolling and echoing sound with a tinge of madness, a joker before a harlequin.

His gaze turned toward them.

In a voice that was only a slight half-octave lower than the true Ozai's voice he said:

"And what be you that stand before my hearth and threshold?"

His hands blazed.

"Ah," he said, as he saw them all draw their weapons, the glaive and the sword and the mirror and the staff.

"The creatures that teach my child that she is anything but the terrible swift sword my father willed her to be."

His voice sank lower now, almost tectonic, and his steps were like peals of thunder.

"I burned the face of her weakling fool of a brother and even in the beautiful dreams she cannot but see the truth. That there is but one law in reality, fire and sword. The strong wield both, the weak cower and are burned in weakness-the boy of thirteen burning as Ozai grinned and his grin was a feral maddened thing through wavering visions running like water-"and so ever has it been.

The Air Nomads burned from our righteous sentence. The children of the Southern snow savages burned and their people are broken. Earth burns next and then last we shall cow the weaklings of the North, and break their hope and dash their halls of ice and leave the survivors with nothing but their eyes to weep."

He strode toward them with an unnaturally wide grin, his eyes shining and Azula on her knees, holding her face until she shook her head and murmured to herself, "This is a dream."

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"A beautiful dream", the words of their enemy and here was the terrible beauty of that dream. Not fear, not a towering monster of a father boasting of fire and leaving ruin on the face of his children. Not a mother who spoke in kindness to a child who said little and turned cruel when she spoke anything at all.

In her dream she did not weep watching her brother's face burn and more when Iroh had left her there and she was alone with Him. In her dream she was clad in armor, the image of an ideal Fire Nation warrior, the burn on her face undone.

In her dream she moved with fire trailing behind her and stood in front of the Senshi and Ozai a second time.

"Get thee behind me, daughter."

Her father's words, a rasp that matched his voice that day as she remembered it, a fearsome and vicious thing to match the stories of the Chaos-Bringer and his shadow-worms.

In the dream, unlike the reality, she stood and it became beautiful again and the shadows receded into light.

In the dream she spoke a single word.

"No."

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