#legacies-verse

[justiceiscalling]

bruce wayne’s protégés in the legacies-verse, my original ao3 series that’s a crossover between the DC and MCU.

jon hamm as bruce wayne

brenton thwaites as dick grayson

karen gillan as barbara gordon

alexendra daddario as savannah collins (OC)

cody christian as jason todd

tanner buchanan as tim drake

lana condor as cassandra cain

isabel may as stephanie brown

aramis knight as damian wayne

caleb mclaughlin as duke thomas

disclaimer: aramis is NOT my damian wayne fancast, that is bodhi sabongui (who’s much more age accurate to the damian in this universe), aramis just has more scenes i can use for edits. tanner isn’t my usual tim cast either but there’s reasoning for why he is as old as he is lol. i also wanted to do matthew daddario as jason or nicholas alexander chavez but both weren’t the right age (too old then too young), cody christian’s not my favorite fancast but he’s decent enough for it. it’s quite possible he’ll change if i find a better (older) dick fancast.

the batsis fic (savannahs fic) is still undergoing plot development so that won’t be released for some time (2 to 3 months) but feel free to read crash and burn, my tim drake x oc fic which will be having weekly (sometimes biweekly or twice within the same week) updates!

you can find out more about this universe on my ao3 account @/justiceiscalling

sorry for the shitty edit, as i was making this i realized i was not meant to be an editor but—what else am i gonna do when im bored as fuck? school work? work-work? yeah, no.

[lelianasbong]

Templar Carver cracks me up. Man is working for Cullen "mages cannot be our friends" Rutherford and Meredith "I protect you mages from your curse and your own stupidity" Stannard and when Merrill starts stressing about being caught he hits her with the softest most sincere,

"Don't you worry. It wasn't - and won't - be me. Have your fun :)"

HAVE YOUR FUN. Like she's knitting tea cozies in her free time?? Baby that's blood magic you are a TEMPLAR Carver you're so fucking funny. The man that you are

[traceyc-uk]

„pweaaaaase! sit with us!“

cassie would try to win the new fifth year for the slytherin table hehe.🥹

(based on your comment at the munch munch scenario, i needed to do this!🤍)

I loved this munch munch post, how could he say no to that adorable pouty face 🥹 though I don’t know how much of a win it would be…

The other house tables would breath a sigh of relief once they see his terrible table manners

Only half exaggerating, he’s actually very well behaved

[thecircularlibrary]

getaway car

f1 au

word count: 1058

warnings: n/a

pairings: averyjameson

“Why was it so hot?” Avery asked herself, standing in the luxurious Formula 1 Paddock Club, watching and waiting for the race that she and her sister watched annually as children to start. The Monaco Grand Prix. God, it even sounded like a dream. How she and Libby had gone from a couple of low income girls with low expectations thrust upon them, to an heiress and an F1 driver, Avery would never understand. One distant relative that Avery had house-sat for one summer, and suddenly she was standing in a lounge watching one of the biggest and most historic races of the year. It still shocked her sometimes.

“Long time, no see Grambs,” she heard a familiar voice say from behind her. She turned around and grinned, “Could say the same thing to you, Hawthorne.”

Grayson Hawthorne. One of her best friends. He was wearing a Ferrari bomber jacket and a white button down with black dress pants. The staple of any of the driver managers in the lounge. 

“I assume you’re keeping up your whole ‘impartial viewer’ act you put on for every race, at this race too?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Then you’d be correct. And get rid of the air quotes, I really am an impartial viewer. Unlike some people, I refuse to choose between people I care about,” Avery responded, looking pointedly at the man in a jacket supporting his younger brother’s team while ignoring his older brother driving for Red Bull. She wasn’t being serious, she knew it was his job to support Ferrari, but she also knew he was in no position to throw stones.

“Listen, you know that if it weren’t for Max and Libby, you’d be wearing a jacket just like this one to support my brother,” Grayson said with a shrug before walking away to continue to mingle for sponsors for said brother.

His brother. Her boyfriend. Jameson Hawthorne. Though she would never say it to her sister or her best friend, he was the reason she was here. They could hardly blame her either, Libby lived with her in Ithaca and Max was four hours away in NYC. Meanwhile, from March to December, Jameson was 3,485 miles away in London. The plan was for her to move over there when she graduated from college and continue her work there. However, at 21, her college graduation was still two years away and she desperately missed him. 

They’d met at a Stand Up 2 Cancer gala two months after she’d inherited her fortune at 17. She, of course, immediately knew who he was. A Formula 2 driver and alternate for Ferrari, Jameson Hawthorne was someone worth keeping an eye on in the racing world. And Avery knew how to keep an eye on the racing world. When he approached her and asked her a riddle—“If yes is no and once is never, how many sides does a triangle have?”—she answered him. The rest was history. She became close with his brothers very quickly and Grayson and Xander became two of her closest friends. Nash was somewhat of an older brother to her.

Avery was shaken out of her memory by the first of five red lights turning on. In the qualifying rounds yesterday, Max had placed 5th, Libby 7th, Nash 2nd, and Jameson 3rd. As she watched the cars line up, she noted Nash and Libby’s Red Bull cars, Jameson’s Ferrari, and Max’s McLaren spaced out among others in that order.

She watched as the cars took off and got comfortable watching the tracker on the screen , where she’d be watching for the next two hours.

- ❁ -

At the 1 hour 30 minute mark, Jameson took his pit stop. Max took hers twenty minutes ago, Libby ten minutes ago. Nash had yet to take his. Avery knew better than to question Nash’s racing techniques: as of right now, he was the number 1 ranked driver in the circuit. However, that didn’t mean he was unbeatable. Especially not by his baby brother. 

- ❁ -

As Jameson finished his last lap, milliseconds ahead of Nash, Avery let out a cheer. Grayson smiled slyly over his shoulder at her as he clapped his hands over his head. She and Grayson left the Paddock Club to see the podium celebration. Max had taken third place, while Libby had taken fifth. While Avery was sad for her sister, she knew Libby would come back from it. Libby always came back from these things. She and Grayson watched, grinning, as Nash clapped Jameson on the back and they left the celebration after popping the champagne. 

Jameson found her immediately upon stepping off the concrete and ran towards her, sweeping her into a drugging kiss. He was still sweating and his hair was completely messy from his helmet. He was wearing his red and white racing suit. He held one hand in her hair and the other gripped her waist as she held his face in her hands. He smiled against her lips.

“I missed you,” he whispered quietly enough that only she could hear. Gone was the slight twang his voice had held when they met, replaced with a subtle, barely-there, English accent.She returned his smile.

“I missed you too. I’m proud of you,” Avery couldn’t stop smiling. She hadn’t been directly rooting for him over Libby and Max, but she was rooting for him to shoot out from under Nash’s shadow, and he had done just that. 

He dipped his head to her shoulder, adrenaline mixing with the race he’d just won causing him to be out-of-breath. “We should get out of here.”

Avery sighed in sympathy before patting his hair. “We can’t. Grayson’s looking for you to go back to the Paddock club and mingle. He says you need more sponsors, Jamie.”

Jameson rolled his eyes.

“The only thing I need is time with my girlfriend that lives over 3,000 miles away,” he said, about as exasperated as anyone who's boss has hired their older brother to keep them in line. Avery pulled out her phone.

“I can call my driver. We can go back to the suite and order room service and margaritas,” she offered, letting herself be 21 for once in her life.

He looked at her, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I’ll drive.”

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

two years. it's been two years since you appeared in Teyvat, the world you're supposedly the Creator of- two years since you were torn away from friends, family, and everything you've ever known to be thrown into a game you liked to play. two years since you woke up in a sunny grass field, the familiar hills of Mondstadt greeting you as you opened your eyes.

two years since you first found yourself under the blade of characters you adored, hatred and fury in their eyes, and they only continued to hunt you when you escaped by the skin of your teeth the first time, then the second, and third.

the first year was terrible, filled with fear and hunger and the thick blood that fell whenever your skin was broken, gleaming an odd golden color- the darkness of life only broken by a chance meeting with one of the most battle hungry people of Teyvat- your favorite Harbinger, the Young Lord Tartaglia

except, he wasn't Tartaglia, at least not his human form. instead you met Foul Legacy, who had been searching for you ever since you arrived, the Abyssal corruption in his blood lowering to a soft hum in your presence, and the way his single eye shone with delight upon seeing you allowed your heart hope, just a little bit.

now arrives the second year you've spent in Teyvat- instinctively you remember the month and day, although not quite the hour, and awaken to Foul Legacy snuggling his face into the crook of your neck, purring and crooning when he sees your eyes slowly blink open. he nudges your hands gently, claws tracing over the innumerable scars you've received whilst being hunted and tracked by nonbelievers- but Foul Legacy knows. he knows who you are, has heard your voice during weekly sparring sessions, and he's determined to protect you.

when he dips his head to press his maw against the back of your hand, you know Tartaglia is there, too.

your smiles are rare, but less so around Foul Legacy, and you give him one now, met with a joyful chirp and a pair of strong arms wrapping around your waist. the first year was terrible- but the second year was bearable. perhaps this year, the third, will be the one where you stop merely surviving in Tevyat and begin to live with Foul Legacy at your side.

[anotherthoughtthatwillhauntme]

Gareth: Do you want to play a game?

Vaughn: Umm... sure?

Gareth: It's called Brandon or Motorbike.

Gareth: I’ll give you actual quotes I’ve heard Niko say.

Gareth: And you have to guess if he’s talking to his bike or his boyfriend.

Vaughn: This is going to be amazing.

[bastart13]

been getting back into last legacy because I miss it (so bad. awful. like genuine brainrot so bad) and I was wondering what you might’ve thought an anisa redesign would’ve looked like, the way we got Sage and Felix redesigns in chapter 12 (I think?) of their routes

That's a really interesting question! So, looking at Felix and Sage, there are a few patterns:

Sluttier: They expose more skin with slightly more provocative clothes, with lots of straps, belts, and leathers

Role exaggeration: Where Sage and Felix were a mage and rogue respectively, those elements turn up to 11, with more armour, accessories, and exaggerated silhouettes

Darker and edgier: The colour palettes are darker and they're both struck with a magical injury of some sort. That gives Sage his eyepatch and Felix having to expose his chest

Out of the trio, Anisa is both the brightest in colours and the most conservative in covering skin, so while I want to follow these elements, it's less prominent than with Sage and Felix.

Anisa's role is the knight and she's black-and-white caught between morality and legacy of good and evil. Leaning into an exaggerated knight with high contrast colours would serve this well. As for the magical injury... I didn't decide on one at the time of drawing, but I think since she'd previously cut her palm to use the Lord of Shadow's blood, maybe a classic cursed hand/arm?

(Feel free to say why in the tags!)

[kindaasrikal]

Morro and Cryptor in the movieverse, in my style? More likely than you think:

My first ever take on the movieverse and it’s designs and it had to be this underrated duo.

Scenario: Morro and Cryptor have geography class together, and they’re both four days into their first week of school. Having barely shared two words with each other, let alone anyone else in the school, the two are paired up for a project. To make a volcano. Despite the two judging each other heavily, not getting along at all, constantly arguing and butting heads, they both rushed into the classroom covered in paint, paper, tissue, cardboard, and pearls. And then the entire class was covered in ketchup after the volcano accidentally blew up. They got a d- and got put in detention. From that day on they were known as horrible a*sholes you should never be around, unless they try to murder you.

In reality they would only try murder each other and are actually awkward teens with everyone else.

Ain’t got much for Morro’s story in this verse other than the fact that instead of running away he was sent over to train and learn under Mystake, only for her and Wu to realise he has no social life at 17 and so they send him back to Ninjago city to go to high school for the first time.

But Cryptor in this AU’s got a bit. Cryptor is a scrapped version of the Nindroid sentries that protect Borg tower. After Pixal, Borg wished to create Nindroids who could protect him and his tower from danger, and Cryptor was one of his prototypes. Cryptor was not supposed to have a consciousness, but as the only Nindroid sentry prototype that was based off of both Pixal’s code and Zane’s design, he came to life. After waking up seemingly abandoned in a scrap yard Cryptor runs off feeling betrayed and angry. Eventually, he gets taken in by this world’s overlord. Not entirely sure how he works in this universe yet so all he is rn is Cryptor’s rlly bad guardian who updated his design to what it is now.

After some drama yada yada, Cryptor joins the school as the only openly known Nindroid. He and Morro joins at the same time and do not get along, yet they only ever hang out with each other because villains who were generals of armies in another life just kinda click.

Willll probably add more to this explanation and maybe photos of the sketches and such later when it’s not 6am and i can see the sun rising. Oh also the background was not made by me it’s a free to use photo on Ibispaint X.

[severe-kitty]

Tristan: Do you wanna know how I actually hurt my wrist?

Dante: Yes

Tristan: I was hula-hooping. Morana and I attend a class for fitness and for fun

Dante: Oh my god

Tristan: I've mastered all the moves. The pizza toss, the tornado, the scorpion, the oopsie doodle

Dante: Why are you telling me all this?

Tristan: Because no one will ever believe you

Dante: You sick son of a bitch.

[guardianjameslight]

I wonder what's the difference 🤔.

[clovaerae]

art dump bonus round!

featuring: into the spider-verse, breaking legacies, crier's war, the legend of korra, and dead end: paranormal park

[incorrect-green-lantern-quotes]

So a thing about Kyle Rayner is that he gets compared to Peter Parker a lot. Which is y'know not invalid, insofar as that they're both everyman characters who got great power by accidentally being in the right place at the right time, and had to learn great responsibility as a result of the guilt of losing a loved one.

Thing is, while all that is true, I'm a firm believer that if Emerald Twilight was written today, Kyle would be compared more with the other Spider-Man. Because while he has a similar origin to Peter, our boy Kyle is a legacy hero like Miles. Both of them had to struggle to figure out what it meant to be a hero with no help from their predecessors, ultimately taking the name and making it their own

Hell, in the Spider-Verse movies, Miles is an artist!

[rene-hl-trashcan]

I've been travelling a lot so can't really afford the time to play the game/take screenshots these past few weeks.

Didn't mean that my exhausted brain wouldn't go all no thoughts, just brainrot tho :

Glad this is outta my system now 😌

[thecircularlibrary]

2 hands

f1 au

word count: 1146

warnings: n/a

pairings: xanax

named this after the tate mcrae song specifically bc max drives for mclaren

Max couldn’t bring herself to get up. Her six o’clock alarm went off fifteen minutes ago, but the shirtless boy sleeping with his head on her stomach was just too adorable to move. She knew today was an important day for her—the McLaren logo on the front of the backpack on her chair wouldn’t let her forget. Finishing seventh at Qualifying the day before had to be the biggest fumble of her career thus far. As a female driver in a world of male ones (save for her surrogate older sister), she couldn’t afford that. It didn’t matter that she’d beat thirteen other drivers for that spot. The important part was she lost to six.

“Max.”

Xander’s voice brought her out of her own head and she looked down at her boyfriend with his chin propped up on her ribs and his arms around her back. His curly hair was growing longer and his brown eyes stared into hers with one eyebrow raised.

“I can hear you thinking from down here and it doesn’t sound good,” he mumbled, laying his head back on her stomach. “I wish I could lay here all day.”

Max tried to ignore the way his curls brushing her bare stomach drove her crazy. She was ticklish for God’s sake. She lightly tangled a hand in his hair and pushed it back until his head came up, before laughing at his pout. “We need to get ready and go. Are you ready?”

He shot her a look from where he was now sitting back on his heels, shirtless in pajama pants and rubbing sleep out of his eyes. “Yeah, I’m totally ready to go, we can head out now if you want.” Max leaned up and shoved him back so she could get up, accidentally knocking him off the bed.

“Ship, I’m sorry!”

— — — — — — — — — —

Breakfast was hell. Every time Max sat down at the table, she felt unwelcome. Or worse, she felt too welcome. She didn’t know whose idea it was to make all the drivers of each team eat together, but she knew that none of the drivers that had cycled through McLaren would ever treat her as an equal the way that Libby Grambs did. And she wasn’t even on her team. They weren’t supposed to treat her well and they did; why Team McLaren couldn’t get their heads out of their—“Liu!”

Max’s head snapped up to see the other McLaren driver, Cortes, trying to get her attention from across from her. “How’d you sleep?” he asked with a sheepish grin.

Cortes was worse than the other members of the team. At least they left her alone, even if it was isolating. Cortes, no matter how many hints she threw at him, couldn’t seem to catch one. He was overly flirtatious in a way that he thought looked sweet. Given that he was a whopping thirty-two to her twenty-two, it just creeped her out. 

“Fine,” she clipped. She didn’t mean to be rude (all lies) but she didn’t have the headspace to deal with this today. He had qualified for the Grand Prix, at tenth place, and was walking around as a constant reminder.

Her boyfriend, in his neon orange polo and black slacks, walked in and grabbed his breakfast before shooting her a grin and a thumbs up and sitting at the other end of the table. 

This would be a long day.

— — — — — — — — — —

“We’re gonna be trying to have Liu in the lead today.” Max’s head snapped up from her notepad and she looked around at the rest of the team staring at her. Cortes was staring at the coach with shock evident on his face. 

“What do you mean, we’re having her in the lead! She’ll lead us alright. Lead us to lose!” Cortes spat out, glaring at her.

“She ranked higher than you,” came Xander’s voice from next to the white board with the other two assistant engineers. “Both overall and in the qualifiers yesterday.”

“That doesn’t mean anything—”

“Hawthorne is right,” said the lead engineer who had made the suggestion in the first place, Brian Grady. “She’s been scoring consistently well over the season and this is a really good chance for her to pull ahead in overall scoring for the team.”

“I could pull ahead too,” came Cortes’ desperate reply.

“Not enough to do us as good as Liu pulling from number six to number five or even higher. The decision is final, Cortes. Perform well in this race, and the next one may be a different story.”

After the meeting and before her practice sessions, Xander pulled Max aside. She frowned up at him. “Is everything alright?”

He held up a clipboard in response and flipped a few pages until he was on her chart.

“I want you to watch your G's in this race. The only thing more important than winning is staying safe and you cut it kind of close during qualifiers. We don’t want you hurting your shoulders and being out of practice,” he explained with worry in his eyes. He wasn’t wrong either, she’d cut it extremely close last race. And it still wasn’t enough.

“Xander. I’ll be okay, I promise.”

He raised his eyebrow. “But…?”

“But if I don’t make podium, my season is over before it even really starts.”

“That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

“No, I don’t think! I can’t let Jameson or Libby beat me out for this title—”

“You’re worried about Jameson and Libby? I really hate to break it to you, Max, but your biggest problem is Cortes. I’m not necessarily talking about racing either!”

“Oh, so you’re jealous?”

“No, I’m not jealous! I’m concerned—”

“Keep your concern driving related, please and thank you.”

“My concern is driving related, that’s why I pulled you aside, you need to watch the force on your turns—”

“Can you monitor my practice laps?” Max interrupted again, giving him wide, innocent eyes. He stared back at her.

“Of course I can. Can I just say though—”

“Hmm?” she turned to look at him.

“All my life, I’ve never met anyone in possession of a skill for interrupting as phenomenal as yours.”

“You mean other than yourself, of course?”

“Right, right.”

— — — — — — — — — — — —

After the podium celebration (she had placed third!), Max managed to weave around and avoid both Grambs sisters in her journey to the medical facility. Xander had been right about watching her turns, and now her shoulders were killing her because she didn’t listen. The medical facility was where Xander found her later, laying on her stomach, with a long heating pad across her shoulder blades. Max twisted her head to look at him before muttering “You were right.” and pouting. Xander brushed her hair from her face and kissed her forehead.

“It’s almost like that’s my job,” Xander said, laughing and continuing to stroke her hair. 

[anotherthoughtthatwillhauntme]

The Therapist’s Notes: Gareth & Kayden Edition.

Day 1:

I asked Gareth how he feels about Kayden’s constant, suffocating, borderline-illegal staring.

Gareth took a deep breath. “I’ve learned to live with it.”

Kayden, still staring: “And love it.”

Gareth looked at me like he wanted me to call the police.

Day 2:

Kayden sat Gareth on his lap the entire session. Gareth looked like a hostage.

I asked if he wanted his own chair.

Kayden’s fingers drummed against Gareth’s thigh. “Why? My seat is already warm.”

Gareth whispered, “This is a nightmare.”

Day 3:

Gareth was speaking. Kayden was not listening.

I called him out, and Kayden sighed like I was ruining something beautiful. “Oh, I was listening. Just got distracted by how pretty his lips are when he talks.”

Gareth inhaled his water.

Kayden thumped his back while smirking.

I considered early retirement.

Day 4:

I asked Gareth if he needed space.

Kayden pressed his lips against Gareth’s temple. “I give him plenty of space.”

Gareth, deadpan: “You sleep on top of me.”

Kayden nodded. “Exactly. I don’t restrict you. I just make sure you’re where you should be.”

Gareth looked into the distance like a war veteran.

Day 5:

Gareth admitted he needs a break from Kayden sometimes.

Kayden nodded. “Of course, take all the time you need.”

Then he turned to me and whispered, “What’s the longest someone can go without air ?”

Day 6:

Gareth: “You’re a menace.”

Kayden: smiling, pleased. “You keep saying that like it’s a bad thing.”

Gareth: “It is a bad thing.”

Kayden: “Then why are you blushing?”

Day 7:

I asked Gareth why he stays despite Kayden’s possessiveness.

Gareth gave a nonchalant shrug. “He’s not that bad.”

Kayden leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to his temple. “Because he knows I’d burn the world to keep him.”

Gareth muttered under his breath, “...and that.”

Day 8:

Gareth: “I hate how smug you are.”

Kayden: tilts head, voice dropping “And yet, here you are, still kissing me.”

Gareth: blinking rapidly “You— I—”

I considered performing an exorcism.

Day 9:

Gareth tried to leave early.

Kayden blocked the door, looking amused.

Gareth sighed. “Kayden.”

Kayden leaned in slightly. “Gareth.”

This went on for two whole minutes before Gareth sat back down, looking resigned.

Kayden looked like he had just won a chess match against God.

Day 10:

I asked if they had any fights this week.

Gareth groaned. “Not really.”

Kayden smirked. “He tried to sleep on the couch once.”

Gareth muttered, “And somehow I woke up in our bed.”

Kayden, looking far too pleased: “Because that’s where you belong.”

Day 11:

Gareth: “I have my own life, you know.”

Kayden: softly, smirking "That’s adorable."

Gareth took a slow, measured breath like he was counting to ten.

Day 12:

Kayden: “You’re mine.”

Gareth: “That sounds possessive.”

Kayden: tilts head “I am possessive.”

Gareth: “…Fair.”

Day 13:

I told them therapy is a safe space.

Gareth: nods, relieved “See, Kayden? Safe.”

Kayden: slow smirk, tilting his head “Define safe.”

Gareth: groans, rubbing his temples “Kayden, please.”

Kayden: leans back, eyes dark “Is it safe like ‘no one gets hurt,’ or safe like ‘no one will ever find the body’?”

I am considering fleeing the country. No, actually—

I am considering faking my own death and starting a new life in a remote mountain village where no one knows my name.

[queen-of-stoneharts]

Done💙💚