#reverse verse

[technically-human]

Welcome to the reverse verse! This is part 1 of 2 of a commission for @i-am-as-normal-as-you-are and I can't wait to tell you all about it, because I'm incapable of being normal and chill about these concepts, so I ran with it.

Charles Rowland was born in 1900, his mum was from India and moved to the UK after marrying Charles' dad, a soldier who was not... very loving. Charles' heritage gave him some problems, but none as bad as that one time in 1916 when he was sacrificed to a demon and spent the next 7 decades in Hell. He doesn't like to talk about it, except when it can get him what he wants. He was always an angry boy, or so he thought, but after his time spent in Hell, it became so much worse. He's explosive and unpredictable, and so he mostly avoids conflict. He doesn't need to fight anyone, as his charming personality and sweet smile (plus a few smart calculations) always seem to be enough to convince people to give him what he asks for. And when the fight is inevitable... well, he has Edwin for that!

Edwin Payne grew up very sheltered, in a deeply religious home, and he is proud of that. Don't try to argue with him, because he surely has a Bible verse that will help him win (and if not, he is not above using his croquet mallet now that he has someone to keep safe). Unfortunately for him, he realized at a quite young age that he felt attraction towards other boys. Even worse, somehow other people could tell as well, including those peers that ended up killing him for it (the rumour spread throughout school was that he had died due to AIDS, and most people just accepted it). He never acted on those unnatural urges of his, but when he met this ghost who had just escaped Hell... he decided not to risk eternal damnation, and to stay here with Charles, instead. Edwin has no interest in the supernatural or in magic, and sort of looks down on them, but luckily his friend's got that covered.

[i-am-as-normal-as-you-are]

So happy I got to commission @anaart-stuff for these lovely icons, managed to get one in the fall and then a winter one!!! I adore how they both match with trees in the background 💕

I'm obsessed with Reverse Verse so much and am constantly grateful to work on it with @technically-human

[deadtwinksdetectiveagency]

A commission for @i-am-as-normal-as-you-are for their and @technically-human's amazing Reverse Verse AU, where Charles is the Edwardian who went to Hell and Edwin is the brawn from the 1980s! I'm in love with these lads in any universe ♥️

[kurtssingh]

Looking for Sith!

[ktskot]

[celestiall0tus]

Into the Fire - Chapter 3 - Signal

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            Chevalier blinked and zipped around. She crashed into walls and other objects before she collided with the Eiffel Tower. She sneered, opened her mouth to speak her de-transformation phrase, but all that escaped her mouth were bell chimes. She silently screamed and tore off the goggles. She de-transformed, took a breath as her body relaxed, and she fell to the ground. She looked around and saw Kaalki a distorted anomaly before Kaalki solidified into her human form.

            “Kaalki, what-?” Alix started.

            Kaalki doubled over and threw up.

            “Eww! Gross! You can throw up?”

            Kaalki shuddered as she collapsed and curled into a ball.

            “What is wrong with you?”

            “Oppression. Oppression everywhere! There is no freedom. Only oppression!”

            “Ok, that doesn’t answer anything.”

            “C’mon, Alix, isn’t it obvious? We’re in a whole ‘nother dimension!”

            Alix’s eyes widened as she looked around. Everything looked like Paris, but a little damaged and banged up. She opened her mouth to comment when she saw Cicada fly up to the top of the tower. Relief flooded her as she put her goggles back on.

            “Kaalki! I see Cicada. Let’s go. Kaalki, full gallop!”

            Kaalki vanished into the goggles and transformed Alix into Chevalier. Chevalier navigated her way to the top of the Tower. She breathed a sigh of relief until a portal opened between her and Cicada. She raised a brow when a girl with striking red hair in a punk, rabbit-themed outfit stepped forward.

            Chevalier stifled a gasp as she moved carefully. Chevalier watched the rabbit punk move closer to Cicada before Chevalier darted forward and pinned the punk down. They tousled until Chevalier pinned the punk down.

            “Chevalier! You’re ok!” Cicada called.

            “As ok as I can be, given the circumstances.”

            “Right. Who is this?”

            “I don’t know, but they were trying to sneak up on you.”

            “Let me go! The Supreme demands her!” the punk girl screamed.

            “Don’t worry, we’re coming for them next,” Cicada declared.

            “What? Just like that? Well, not on my watch!”

            A white portal opened beneath the punk girl. Chevalier jumped up with the punk. The punk struggled to free herself as more portals appeared around them. Chevalier sneered and held onto the punk.

            “Whatever you’re doing, do it fast! I’ll keep her busy!”

            Cicada reached out as Chevalier and the punk fell into a portal. She grimaced before she jumped onto the railing of the Tower.

            “Arsenal, fireworks!”

            Cicada thrust an arm into the arm as fireworks burst from her hand into the sky. She marveled at the display before she shot out more. She hoped her friends would see them before her enemies got to her.

~~

            Senketsu crashed through the glass of the Louvre Museum. She shook her head and stumbled around as her world distorted. She opened her mouth to speak, but only heard bell chimes. She snorted and took out her nose ring, de-transforming. Stompp shot out as a distorted mess before he solidified.

            “Stompp, are you ok?” Kagami asked.

            “Yeah, I’m-.”

            Stompp was cut off as a pair of crashing sounds echoed in the space. Kagami turned to see Viperion and Tigre Rose glitching. She grimaced seeing Viperion blink and glitch out of reality worse than Tigre Rose.

            “Take off your jewels. It’ll be the only way to ground yourself,” Kagami instructed.

            Viperion took off his bracelet and Tigre Rose removed his panja bracelet. They de-transformed as their kwamis shot out as distorted messes. Roarr returned to normal while Sass remained a mess.

            “What’s going on? Is Sass ok?” Luka asked.

            “He should be. Should,” Roarr remarked.

            “What happened?” Adrien asked.

            “We were pulled into another dimension. A whole parallel universe!” Stompp exclaimed.

            “A parallel…! Is that why Sass is like this?” Luka demanded.

            “Oh, yes! Everything is wrong here. This universe reeks of oppression and evil. Velze would not be happy here,” Roarr remarked.

            “So, what do we do? We can’t stay here,” Adrien pointed out.

            Kagami half-listened to Adrien go in circles with the kwamis about what to do. Sass managed to ground himself and reformed. She smiled seeing Luka embrace Sass, expressing his concern for the snake. Her smile faded when she caught light in the corner of her eye. She turned and saw a magnificent firework display in the sky.

            “Hey, look!” Kagami yelled.

            Adrien and Luka looked up at the display.

            “What is that?” Luka asked.

            “Cicada,” Kagami replied.

            “Cicada? Are you sure?” Adrien asked.

            “There’s one way to find out. Let’s go,” Kagami ordered.

            “Are you sure? What if it’s a trap?” Luka pressed.

            “Again, only one way to find out. Stompp, charge ahead.”

            Kagami transformed back into Senketsu. Luka and Adrien exchanged glances before they put their jewels back on and transformed.

~~

            “Fuck this!” Longg roared.

            Mylene braced herself as fire erupted from Longg again. She grimaced seeing the utter destruction caused in Longg’s wake. She had attempted to calm Longg, but any attempt had ended in failure as Longg seethed. She sighed and took a breath, steeling herself for another try.

            “Longg, enough! You’ll draw attention to us. Don’t you think the last thing we should do is cause a scene and lure out whatever is waiting in this dimension?”

            Longg growled. “Bring it. I could use something to tear apart with my claws and teeth.”

            “Well, this isn’t helping! We should be out there finding our friends. Not you having a temper tantrum.”

            “Temper tantrum? Excuse me for getting upset at being torn from my home without my permission and thrust into a dimension that reeks of corruption. If Velze were here, oh, what a bloodbath.”

            Mylene winced. “Well, he’s not here, but our friends are. Our friends that we need to find. C’mon!”

            “Not until I-!”

            Longg’s attention was stolen by fireworks in the sky. Her eyes widened as her pupils dilated.

            “So pretty.”

            Mylene gasped and bounced. “That has to be Cicada! Who else could put on such a display? We have to go Longg.”

            Longg blinked and shook herself. “Alright, fine. We’ll go to the fire display.”

            Longg tossed Mylene the choker. Mylene snatched it and put it on.

            “Finally! Longg, ascension!”

~~

            “Oh, this is bad. This is bad, this is bad, this is oh so very bad!” Rose and Fluff panicked.

            Juleka and Mullo watched as Rose and Fluff riled each other up in a frenzy. Juleka grimaced and glanced at Mullo.

            “Is it really that bad?”

            Mullo hummed. “Well, yes, but I suppose no? This dimension does reek of all things bad. All things Velze would have hated. We can all just… feel it. It’s wrong and it terrifies me. I don’t to be here longer than I need to.”

            “How would we get home though?”

            “Cicada is our only way home. The power of reality, to pick any power, it’s our ticket. However, it begs the question how we got here in the first place. If someone brought us through, they can just do it again and we’d be back here.”

            Juleka hummed. “So, we need to go after whoever dragged us through first, right?”

            Mullo sighed and looked away. “Ideally.”

            “What’s wrong?”

            “I just… I’m unsettled. Whatever evil is here is greater. I fear if any of us fall into its hands, it’ll be disastrous. I mean, look at us now compared to before. And I know this dimension doesn’t have versions like us.”

            “What do you mean?”

            “Velze only exists in a handful of universes. It’s those universes that have kwamis like us. Imagine that power compared to what we were before. It’d be horrific.”

            “I don’t understand. If there are more universes that Velze existed, or different versions of Velze, why weren’t they brought through?”

            Mullo opened her mouth, then paused. Her eyes widened and ears twitched. “I just had an idea. We need Chevalier and Cicada though.”

            “Well, we need to find them first.”

            Mullo hummed when her ears twitched. She motioned for Juleka to follow, who dragged Rose behind her. They followed Mullo and saw a beautiful firework show.

            “Is it Cicada?” Juleka asked.

            “Yes. I see her. She’s on the Eiffel Tower,” Mullo answered.

            “Is there anyone else?”

            “No. Just her for now.”

            “Then we have to go. Rose, you ready?”

            Rose nodded. “Fluff, hop to it.”

            “Mullo, get squeaky.”

~~

            Nathalie paced around while Alya sat on the ground. Nooroo and Fang rested on their respective holder’s shoulder.

            “Are you really sure waiting is the best call, Nathalie? Shouldn’t we be out there finding our friends?” Alya questioned.

            “It is best for now. We’re in an unknown universe with unknown threats. We don’t have any food for our kwamis, so our powers are precious. If we go running around transformed, we would attract all manner of anything and everything,” Nathalie explained.

            “Yeah, but I can track them, and we’d be reunited. What better use to use that for than this?”

            “Again, it’s a one and done unless we can get food. What would you do? Steal it?”

            “I mean, does it really matter? This isn’t our home dimension, universe, whatever.”

            “Ayla does raise a good point,” Fang remarked.

            “I agree,” Nooroo said.

            “The sooner we’re all reunited, the sooner we can leave,” Fang added.

            “Please, yes. I don’t want to be here,” Nooroo whined.

            Nathalie pinched the bridge of her nose. “Fine. Do whatever.”

            Alya grinned and jumped to her feet. “Fang, let’s hunt!”

            Nathalie snorted as Alya transformed into Louve Grise. Louve Grise opened her mouth to speak when Nathalie spotted the firework display. Nathalie pressed a hand against Louve Grise’s mouth.

            “Look!” Nathalie explaimed.

            Louve Grise raised a brow until she saw the fireworks. “That has to be Cicada!”

            “You don’t know that. It could be a trap.”

            Louve Grise rolled her eyes. “Look, I’ve had enough of your overcautious butt! I’m heading that way to find Cicada.”

            “And if it’s not Cicada?”

            “I guess we’ll see. Won’t we, bitch?”

            Nathalie sneered and her nostrils flared. “Don’t you call me that. Didn’t your parents teach you to respect your elders?”

            “Oh, yeah, along with respect is earned, not freely given. And far as I can tell, you’ve done nothing to earn my respect. Especially considering you worked for Hawkmoth the entire time! Why should I remotely trust or respect you?”

            “That was all in the past. I’m trying to be better.”

            “There is no trying. You either do or you don’t. And you can either sit aside like a little bitch, or you can take a chance and possibly be reunited with everyone including Tigre Rose and Hera.”

            Nathalie seethed, then sighed. “Fine, let’s go. Nooroo, wings rise.”

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[only-1-a]

The mall had polo clubs of all things for sale, and you know my brain immediately went to reverse verse Edwin.

[technically-human]

👀👀👀👀

Yay, my first Cameo is in, and it’s so much fun. I asked them to replay an Edwin and Charles scene, but with the roles switched, and suggested the famous “We have the same left” one. Here’s the link to the Cameo site: https://www.cameo.com/recipient/67372c16a6e34018f8c6cf52

[technically-human]

Reverse Verse poster!

This is another commission for @i-am-as-normal-as-you-are because we are obsessed with this verse and have like a million things planned, but somehow a poster never occurred to me

[revolutionary-thoy]

Re-Verse Mylene and Ivan!

Drawing these two was really fun! I kept Ivan mostly the same, but I went in a more scene-ish direction with Mylene. There's some really old character bio thing that called Mylene a "mischievous prankster", which doesn't fit her canon self at all, but I feel like this version of Mylene would be more like that. Both of them would be way less shy and reserved than their canon-verse counterparts. They're both still social activists, but to a much more extreme degree due to their world being a dystopian hellscape an all that gjsgdj

Before they join the resistence they aren't aware of The Supreme, but are aware that something is definitely wrong with the government of their world. They would initially form their own mini-resistence group investigating all the shady stuff happening, before finding out about the Supreme and joining Gabriel's resistence

Full lineup of Re-Verse designs below!

[profoundbondfanfic]

To Hold In Your Hands

To Hold In Your Hands by saltnhalo (@saltnhalo) Rating: Teen and Up Word count: 6k

Castiel has never wanted an angel. He does just fine on his own, has for a long time—since he was old enough to hold a shotgun and make a salt circle. He’s proud of what he’s been able to achieve without angelic help, and the longer he can keep hunting solo, the better. But judging by the summons he’s just received to the Men of Letters’ bunker, his time is up. He can’t avoid his future angel partner any longer. (aka. five times that Dean saves Castiel's life, and five times that Castiel slowly learns angels aren't as bad as he'd thought)

In a world where hunters are partnered with angels, Castiel prides himself in being an excellent solo hunter. Unfortunately, the Men of Letters force him into a partneship with one despite his wishes and his dislike for the feathery assholes, and Castiel now goes on hunts with a sarcastic dick in toe. Dean, however, proves himself useful very soon, and Castiel has to face the reality that angels might not be as bas as he thought they were.

This story is a delicious treat for anyone who loves a good reverse verse. Not only because we get hunter Castiel and angel Dean, but also because their characterization is just chef's kiss! Castiel is grumpy yet intrigued by the powerful angel - not that he would ever admit so out loud - and Dean is cocky but skilled in hunting and deadly effective. As Castiel learns to rely on Dean, and Dean grows more protective of his (always in some ridiculously dangerous situation) partner, the two go from apprehension to respecting each other to maybe something more. Castiel's denial about that something more just might get him into the most dangerous hunt he's ever found himself in.

[technically-human]

AHHH THE BOYS!!! 💕💕💕

I personally really love AU's that do something interesting with the characters, like switch around their "base" roles.

@technically-human 's got a reverse!au where Charles went to hell in 1910 and Edwin's the 1980 hypothermia victim, and I loved it so much I drew it,

then drew a version where they're from their canon timeline but still have the brains and the brawn reversed. :) Edwin's a polo player who beat his way out of hell using his own limbs and Charles was trying to learn as much as he could to get into a good college and get away from home.

[ktskot]

one curious boye is about to meet two adventurous assholes

[celestiall0tus]

Into the Fire - Chapter 2 - Another Universe

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            Cicada fell through the portal and froze in the air. Her movement slowed as light enveloped her. She looked into the light as bells tolled around her. She blinked on the twelfth toll before the light faded and she fell. She gasped, caught herself, and took flight. She staggered in the air as she zipped around while she got her bearings and her vision distorted.

            Cicada zipped around to find a secluded area when a ladybug-themed hero and a black cat hero ran past her. Her eyes widened seeing the ladybug, the pair making eye contact. She dove into the rooftop, then rolled into an alleyway. She shook herself off and sat up. She looked up as the pair of heroes peeked over the edge.

            “Are you ok?” Ladybug asked.

            Cicada opened her mouth, but bell chimes escaped her mouth. She grimaced and spoke her transformation phrase, but only bell chimes came out. She frowned and felt around until she found her earrings. She took them off and de-transformed. She watched Gimmi shoot out of them as a distorted mess.

            “Gimmi!” Marinette called out.

            Marinette reached out as Ladybug and Paw Noir jumped down.

            “You. You’re another me?” Ladybug asked.

            Marinette furrowed her brow. “Another you?”

            Ladybug nodded and de-transformed. Marinette’s eyes widened seeing another her dressed in dark, grungy clothes. Emo Marinette smiled and transformed back into Ladybug.

            “Wait. You’re Ladybug, does that mean you’re Adrien Agreste?” Marinette asked Paw Noir.

            “How do you know?” Paw Noir asked.

            Marinette took a deep breath as a bright light flashed. She turned as Gimmi stabilized and fell to the ground. She sighed and ran up to Gimmi.

            “Gimmi! Are you ok? What happened?”

            Gimmi shook her head and stood. “We were pulled into another universe. A gateway was opened by someone on this side.”

            “The Supreme!” Ladybug and Paw Noir said in unison.

            “The Supreme?” Marinette asked.

            “They rule this world through the power of the miraculous that they hoard to themselves. They only give them out to their supporters,” Ladybug explained.

            “So, how did you guys get yours then? You don’t exactly seem evil,” Marinette pointed out.

            “We were on their side, until we ended up in another universe. We met other versions of ourselves that helped us see the truth. Now, we fight for a better world with Betterfly,” Paw Noir claimed.

            “Another universe? Gimmi?” Marinette asked.

            “Right. There are infinite possibilities resulting in multiple universes. Each universe has their own versions of the kwamis, along with their own versions of you and all your friends,” Gimmi explained.

            Marinette’s eyes widened. “My friends! They got pulled through too, didn’t they?”

            “Most likely.”

            “Oh no. We need to find them. If there’s some crazy supreme being, we need to find them and get home!”

            Gimmi nodded. “I couldn’t agree more. You two, can you help?”

            “We can, but we need some help,” Ladybug said.

            “It it’s with your Supreme person problem, you can deal with that yourselves,” Gimmi hissed.

            “Gimmi! They need help,” Marinette scolded.

            “I don’t care. We aren’t supposed to be here. I’m not supposed to be here. The only version of me is through their kwamis fusing, but even that is a perversion of me. We need to get out of here before the Supreme finds us.”

            “But if the Supreme is the reason we were pulled through, what’ll stop them from doing the same thing? We could end up pulled through again,” Marinette pointed out.

            Gimmi sighed. “Fine. Help us get our comrades and we’ll help you deal with this Supreme, but only enough to keep them from pulling us back into this universe. Deal?”

            “Deal,” Betterfly said.

            Marinette turned as Betterfly dropped into the alleyway.

            “But, Betterfly, we could finally end the Supreme’s reign with them,” Ladybug pressed.

            “We could, but we also can’t push our luck. Especially with a creature so powerful here,” Betterfly said as he motioned to Gimmi.

            “What do you mean?” Paw Noire asked.

            “Well-,” Betterfly started.

            “This is Gimmi, my kwami partner. She is the kwami of reality,” Marinette interrupted.

            Ladybug and Paw Noir’s eyes widened.

            “A kwami of reality? Interesting. I wish I could learn more, but we need to find your friends first. The Supreme’s team here in Paris has mobilized. They are surely looking for you and your companions,” Betterfly explained.

            “Right. We’ll be looking for a pink tiger hero, a snake, white mouse, white rabbit, red dragon, gray wolf, white and black horse skater, a black and red ox, a peacock, and a… another butterfly,” Marinette said.

            Betterfly’s eyes fluttered. “A peacock? We’ll need to find them as quickly as we can. The butterfly too. I stole those ones from the Supreme and they want them back.”

            Marinette hummed. “I have an idea. It’s dangerous, but an idea. With Gimmi, I can pick any power I want. I can create, I dunno, a firework show. That way my friends will know where I am, but it would attract our enemies. It’s high risk, but we can do it. Despites, if they find us, they can help us drive back our foes.”

            Betterfly grimaced. “I’m not sure. There has to be another way that doesn’t put you in direct danger.”

            “We’re not in danger. Your version of kwamis are weaker than what we are now,” Gimmi remarked.

            “Weaker? How?” Ladybug asked.

            “Let’s show them, Mari,” Gimmi said.

            Marinette nodded. “Gimmi, sing.”

            Gimmi disappeared into the earrings and transformed Marinette into Cicada. Cicada blinked as she looked around. Her vision was normal compared to earlier. She took a few steps, then hovered. She sighed in relief that she had full control and wasn’t freaking out like earlier.

            “I’ll be at the Eiffel Tower. Be ready for a fight, and a display of what we’ve become.”

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[sojourner-between-worlds]

If you need me I'll be chewing on the fact that, yes, the other eight uses are in Exodus and are about the Tabernacle tapestries and in the New Testament our bodies are called the temple of the Lord

[hvbris]

𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐒 & 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘@multipleoccupancy

"I was too young to remember how it felt to be free," she mused with a mysterious smile, "I was just a babe when my family was forced to stay in Panem." Oh, Lucy Gray could feel the peacekeepers tensing next to her. The New Panem was supposed to be all about freedom, right? And yet, here she was, taking a boy to a slaughterhouse. She wished she could have run away with him instead.

She squeezed his arm gently as she took him to the simple chairs that now furnished the train. "I'm afraid my parents are six feet under, sweetheart," she hummed, sitting down. "They died during the war. Now it's just me and my cousins, livin' in the meadow."

Her eyes studied him intensely for a moment. She seemed to be pondering over a question, and for a second it looked like she wasn't going to ask it after all. But finally, she did. "How are you adjusting?" It was asked softly, gently even. it was a question that came from a place of worry and guilt. Even if she was not responsible for his fate, she felt like a pawn in the Games either way.

They would never have met under different circumstances. Coriolanus would not have set foot on the same mud as her. While she was charming and he did find he was quite taken with her already, he still held that resentment for the Districts. They had no sense of taste under the rebels. The dull grey of the trains interior was proof enough of that. However, looking at her, feeling the gentle press of his arm in his, Coriolanus found himself wishing they had met under different circumstances.

Coriolanus did not reveal his displeasure at her being from 12. Yes, the next insult they could have thrown at him. Instead he managed a small smile and a nod and he was glad he had not voiced anything as she explained her true origins. “It must have been very freeing,” he mused as if he had ever travelled outside of the Capitol!

“It can be quite the adjustment when things change like that,” she just had to look around them, at him to understand everything was now all upside down. “How is your family adjusting to being made to stay in one place? Do your parents now work in coal?”

He was aware of the peace keeper behind him shifting, was he asking the wrong question? He was sure he had to win over the masses in the Districts if he was to have any chance of surviving what was ahead of him. In showing an interest in the history before the war, in a culture not his own surely he would gain favour? Attention. The refined image that was the heir to the Snow family.