#noah is a fashion disaster even in this AU

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Role Swap!AU Doodles for a fanfic I want to write later. Basically World Tour but Alejandro and Noah have their roles and part of their upbringing swapped. Noah is the youngest of his siblings who are famous and recognized in areas and he's the ignored genius who's in the show for the first time trying to get recognition from his family, and Alejandro is a capable guy who got unfairly eliminated in season one and came back for another shot at the million.

Remind me to never pick up digital drawing again. It is p a i n f u l. I want to lie in the floor, ty very much.

[komorybatz]

wAIT OKAY-

so for the bern vigilante thing:

i think he would be a really good detective/strategy based vigilante. i don't think he would actively be like. patrolling? i think he would be really focused on bigger projects like dismantling a drug cartel or a criminal organization. he has many ways of finding intel (hes a sneaky lil bastard) and hes yknow. really smart.

he obviously learned how to fight, hes picked up many strategies from the bats, and i like to think that hes spent a lot of his life in various martial arts* (kind of like kate bishop) so he has some sort of background in fighting. but i think that he likes to sabotage things by using elaborate plans (ie. bombing a drug warehouse or exposing a criminal leader's identity to the public) hes kind of like oracle? but not

on the topic of oracle, i think he would look up insanely to babs. he's probably inspired by her (so for hero name: delphi? or something) and is just. the ultimate fanboy.

for color scheme,,, maybe yellow and black? (all i can think of right now is that downright sapphic godawful hawaiian print shirt he wore)

so yeah! sorry if this isnt cohesive/coherent

@dr-sunshineisdead has a cool court of owls au i think

*is this canon? cause i remember him fighting some people with tim. idk i dont read many comics

Noah!!! I love the way your mind works!!! Don't apologize at all cause it made perfect sense!

I can absolutely see him being focused on the bigger things and looking up to Oracle!! And Delphi??? That would be such a cool concept, it's like Oracle got herself a big fan and I kind of love the idea of her sort of tutoring him in a way, like her maybe being one of the only people that knows he's Bernard cause like, c'mon she's a genius like everyone else but like Genius², like easily on par with Bruce and then some!

The idea that Bernard takes on like, a big cyber-crime plot type of thing as his own personal coming-into-his-own story would be so cool, and now it's all I can think about! (Also imagine over time Robin!Tim getting all these little tips from an anonymous source simply marked "-Delphi <3" because Bernard eventually figured out Tim's identity even if Tim hadn't figured his out yet. It's so cute, and the potential-)

He did a little fighting alongside Tim yeah, but I don't remember how that turned out for him cause it's been a while since I last read it, but he could definitely hold his own I would think! He just prefers to work behind the scenes, leaves less room for error if you aren't physically there yknow?

And I can definitely see the yellow and black color scheme working for him (we love that shirt, fashion disaster as it is he makes it work!!) Maybe over time he starts developing his own tech, and like it's not nearly as good as any of the bats stuff but it's not something to snuff at either! He might not have incredible shock-absorbing gel between the layers of his costume or anything like Bruce, but by God this computer runs just as fast as anything in the batcave (AND its yellow, so take that Batman)

I really love this idea omg, and I definitely need to go read everything on that CoO au cause I'm a sucker for those too!

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So Much Better (1/?)

Summary: the beginning of a Maribel Legally Blonde AU.

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"Oh my god, why are you still in bed?! This is an emergency! Get up!"

"I'm sorry, what?"

Isobel stood in the doorway of her brother's dorm room. They'd gotten lucky enough to share with each other. Max was on his bed, surrounded by books and highlighters and none of it was actually for any of his classes.  Then there was Michael who had his lay of the week, Alex Manes, laying between his legs with a movie playing on his laptop. She had to give him credit. His first college guy was the one who spent half his time in ROTC garb, the other half in all black and piercings, and made sure all of it was drenched in an attitude from hell. It was an achievement.

"I am 97.63% sure that Noah 'love of my life' Bracken is going to propose to me tomorrow night!" Isobel said, willing them to follow her lead. However, they were both literally disasters and were staring at her for more information. Even Alex was staring! Boys. "Oh my god!"

"It'd help if you explained more," Max rationalized. She rolled her eyes so hard they almost fell out.

"I need you guys to help me find a dress to wear!"

"What's wrong with the 30 other ones you just fucking bought?" Michael wondered, wrapping his arms around Alex's chest. He let him, which happened to be the happiest Alex had ever looked. Isobel gave a second's thought to hoping Michael warned him his affection was temporary before focusing on the bigger issue at hand.

"I can't wear an old dress to my own proposal! What do I look like?!" Isobel demanded, gawking at her stupid brothers. Why didn't they understand that this was important? More important than Max's stupid little book and Michael's stupid little pseudo-date that was only not featuring sex because Max was in the room. "Oh my god, get up, we're going to the mall."

"Why exactly are we the ones that have to go with you? Don't you have, like, an entire fucking squad of girls?" Michael asked, nuzzling nose against Alex's neck. She rolled her eyes.

"Uh, I got magically blessed with a straight brother and a gay brother to give me their opinions on my wardrobe from opposite sides of the spectrum, why would I not use that?" Isobel scoffed. Max's highlighter fell to the book with a thud as he opened his mouth.

"Michael is bisexual, not gay."

Isobel groaned, "Why do you have to ruin a perfectly good point?"

"Yeah, Max," Alex decided to pitch in, smirking all slyly, "She has a perfectly good point." Michael screwed up his nose as he grinned, placing a kiss to his shoulder. Isobel approved of them slightly less.

"How do you even know that he's going to propose?" Max asked, sounding a little more than helpless.  Isobel huffed, placing her hands on her hips.

"A girl just knows, Max. He's had proposal eyes all week."

"Yeah, Max, proposal eyes," Michael teased, giggling with Alex as he pulled him closer. Isobel narrowed her eyes at them.

"Whatever, I don't really care what you think, you're coming with me regardless."

She silenced them before they could protest anymore.

"Get up, let's go."

In less than thirty minutes, she found herself beaming at the quaint, beautiful boutique of her dreams.

"Ah, Fourchette. It's like heaven," Isobel sighed as she walked inside, a trail of sluggish boys following her as if being dragged by an invisible leash. Honestly, they probably were.

"Feels like pastel hell," Alex mentioned casually and Isobel heard Michael snicker before she gave them both a death glare.

"Stop insulting, just help me look. It needs to be perfect… elegant. He needs to see that I'm worthy of proposing to, but, like, it can't come right out and say bride. I don't want to be desperate, you know?" Isobel explained. She didn't bother seeing which one of the stupid boys sighed. "Wife needs to be implied."

Isobel soaked in the atmosphere of the boutique, smiling effortlessly as she closed her eyes. The biggest day of her entire life was tomorrow, this is what she was born for. What was a better achievement than becoming the trophy wife to a future general practice lawyer?

"This is pretty, I'm sure Noah would like this," Max said. When she looked over to him, she couldn't help but gasp.

"Maxwell Evans, what part of perfect do you not understand? I can't wear anything I bought on sale! He'll know!" Isobel snapped. Cue more snickering from Alex and Michael who seemed way too content in huddling up together. Why couldn't this have been two weeks ago whenever Michael was sleeping with a previous Prom Queen? She would've actually been of some assistance!

Max slumped his shoulders. "Sorry."

Eventually, she got them to start taking this seriously and she walking into the dressing room with a handful of dresses.  She tried on a baby blue dress that went to the floor and framed her perfectly but seemed too much like high school prom. The next one was a skintight pink dress that could almost be mistaken for latex and, honestly, she looked more like she was going to a club. The next three were just as tonally wrong.

"I need… something better!" she groaned. Michael slipped into the dressing room and handed her a new one. This one was a shiny, silky dark green and genuinely gorgeous.

"Alex finally made a pick so we can get the hell out of here," Michael said, a small little smile on his face. Isobel let the dress she was wearing fall to the floor and slipped the green one over her head. Michael went to zip it up.

"I can't believe you brought Alex."

"I can't believe you care about something other than Noah's reaction to your dress."

"Hey!" Isobel said as she pulled her hair out of the way from the zipper, "I care about you and your life and when you bring a weekly lay to go shopping with your sister." Michael's eyebrows pulled together in the mirror as he fiddled with the clasp between her shoulder blades. "But, yeah, it's kinda because I need to get my mind off of the proposal or I'm going to explode."

Michael snorted, "Yeah, that sounds about right. Nah, but I didn't want to send him away when we planned to hang out."

"And how's Max handling the whole boy thing?"

"You know he doesn't care, same rules apply for when I had girls over. If it can't be shown on the Disney Channel, it can't happen if he's in the room," Michael said, grinning slowly, "So I like to kick him out because Alex is so good in‒"

"Oh my god."

"What?"

"This. This dress. This is it."

Isobel felt nearly mesmerized by her own reflection. The dress was tight in all the right places, shaping her perfectly before just falling elegantly over her hips and stopping somewhere mid-thigh. The green made her eyes pop and it was so silky that it would surely make Noah want to reach out and touch. It was a perfect mix of elegant and sexy and amazing. This was the one.

"This is perfect. This… oh my god, Alex is my new personal dress shopper, this is amazing. This… I wouldn't have even considered this! Oh my god! You're dating a fashion genius!" Isobel announced, turning around to kiss his face.

"We're not dating," Michael laughed, scrunching up his face as he peeled her off.

"Alex!" she called as she ran out of the dressing room. Tomorrow night, Noah Bracken was going to become her husband-to-be and it was basically all thanks to Alex Manes. Who would've thought that would happen? "This dress is perfect and it's just my size! See, Max, dreams do come true!"

She hugged them both around the neck, squealing as she jumped. Or, she kept the jumping to a minimum because the dress was too fancy for full-on jumping, but she tried. Everything was going to plan, her life was going to be perfect. She was going to get married and have three kids and be perfect, perfect, perfect.

"Thank you!"

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Your swap au made me think

The Alenoah fandom likes to put Noah's sisters as being all successful in their chosen career/sport and I can only think of the pressure for success Noah would have.

Just imagine, being the youngest of 9 children and having all 8 older siblings be successful, and then there's the youngest; his parents don't expect anything of him because his sisters already gave them everything they could've asked for and more.

Thinking about it maybe that could be the reason canon!Noah is so apathetic and without drive, nothing he could do would compare to what his sisters already did.

I really like your way of thinking. I really enjoy when one of them is a soccer player. Kinda paralels a bit with Carlos.

Giving fame to his family siblings—and the money, even— is like a situation where nothing he does matters. Entering Total Drama because he wants to success like his sisters, but not caring because at the end of the day, his family doesn't need the money and winning a reality show —where in real life it is demonstrated that they are staged as fuck— wouldnt amount to anything his sisters have done. A lose/lose situation.

But giving him the motivation, the pressure, a motive... That's why I enjoy reading fanfiction so much. Noah has enough open to just wonder and try to expand on him. That's why I love him so much.

It's kinda funny that you touch this subject, because it is a bit of the opposite in the AU. It has the same premise of everyone in the family being famous, but Noah, having still the ability of not giving a flying fuck underneath his persona, the mask, he doesn't care about the expectations his family has set for him.

He used to, but the pressure...

"With a mind like yours, we could be on top of the food chain. Instead, you are wasting your talents reading and staying on computers all day." "Go hang out with your sister! I don't care that you don't like her, she will help shape your inadecuate figure." "You fashion sense is a disaster, Noah. Change your clothes in this instant!" "Stop frowning. You look disgusting when you do that. Why did you have to be born with such a big forehead and those wrinkles? Eugh..."

...It was just too much for him.

So no. He doesn't care about the expectations. Noah won't win in name of his family even if in some part if him wishes they would feel an ounce of pride if he did. He has his own motives to be in this show, and that's why he uses whatever he has at his disposal to get the million, no matter the people he hurts on his way.

He has no need for the fame, his family needs no money, but winning this means everything to him. He's pressured to succeed.