#rh!au

[thesovietonion77]

prequel comic pg. 1

(click for quality)

[brucewaynehater101]

The Memory of Bodies AU:

Jason has been making amends with Tim in his own stilted way. He keeps his distance, but he'll put a blanket on Tim when the kid passes out somewhere (since Tim is always falling asleep in random places). The teen will find his favorite snacks in various places. Red Hood has shown vicious protection for Red Robin.

Tim has noticed and acknowledged these changes. As far as Jason is aware, Tim's forgiven him. They're good.

During a YJ mission, a magic user "gifts" Tim nonconsensually with a spell that makes him forget some of his more traumatic memories. One of the memories targeted was the TT attack.

At first, the Bats don't realize Tim's missing any memories. They don't like to talk about it and usually avoid that topic.

All the Bats see is that Tim's shoulders have lost a tension they didn't realize he was carrying. He allows himself to be physically closer to Jason, even going as far as falling asleep on him during a movie. The teen smiles more, makes more jokes, and isn't as guarded around the Waynes.

He wasn't unhappy or distrustful with them before, but he wasn't nearly as open as he becomes post spell.

Eventually, someone makes a comment about TT. Tim asks them what they mean by that.

Cue the Bats freaking out.

Once they figure out it was magic, they have a discussion on whether Tim *should* get his memories back. He's obviously happier like this.

Tim is extremely uncomfortable with the idea of someone controlling his memories and him being unable to remember such important details. He doesn't care if it will cause him to be more stressed out and cold. The idea of him not knowing freaks him out. Besides, what other memories could he be forgetting? What if none of the Bats were there when they happened? What does he not remember?

Anyways, Tim's having a few mental breakdowns.

Jason's having a few mental breakdowns (he thought they were good. He thought Tim trusted him. He thought he made it up to him).

The Bats restore Tim's memories, and he can feel the weight of them as they settle. His eyes become sharper, less bright, and they keep track of the exits as well as everyone in the room. The other Bats knew better, but they still feel slightly disappointed and sorrowful.

[msfcatlover]

Oh look. Reverse!Robins.

Bruce: “No murder.”

Damian: “No murder.”

Cass: “No murder.”

Tim: “No murder.”

Jason: “No murder for babies.”

Duke: “No murder until you can write me a researched & cited essay on why it is necessary for the greater good. Five page minimum.”

Dick: “I’m gonna murder.”

Red Hood!Steph: “I LIKE THIS ONE!”

[glitter-stained]

Thinking about the jayroy horse movie AU (which again, as a necessary disclaimer, is about two human people falling in love) and realising it's unintentionally hitting sooo many cliche romance tropes... It's a lot of fun despite the angst!

[miggleverse]

FaeEoin! Au, Part 3.

It's finally here people! a peek into what's going on in Eoin's mind, and a bit more of Paddy freaking out. Enjoy.

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Interlude: A fae perspective

Eoin watched Paddy’s retreating form. He never liked it when the humans went to war; it was always about petty squabbles, and it disrupted the flow of nature too much. He had to work hard not to let its effects ripple into his precious realm. It left too much death for his taste, not enough life in its wake. He was fae, and the fae liked everything to be beautiful - there was no beauty in the way humans carried out war, no style, no finesse. Just raging brutality that disrupted the balance of nature too much.

He supposed he was also more unhappy this time because he now had something to lose, and currently there was very little he could do to control it. He’d watched for decades as his brothers and sisters made various humans their own. While the idea of having such a companion was appealing, Eoin had never met a human he thought warranted the effort – (Ambrose always teased he was a secret romantic at heart) - that is, until he saw Paddy, and now he couldn’t think of a better reward for his waiting.

And what a reward his human would be when he finally gave himself to Eoin! Paddy’s mind and soul were so alive, using his words and poetry to communicate in a way uncannily fae. Determined, passionate, his body bursting with an energy it could barely hold, muscled and strong in a way active bodies were. How could Eoin not look upon such a man and not want him? Eoin would trade his kingdom for Paddy’s soul if he had to. He was so close to getting it as well, those shining blue eyes of Paddy’s always looked up at him so trustingly, so open to his embrace that Eoin felt sure if he had a little more time, he could have had Paddy giving him those all-important words. They both would be much happier for it.

So no, he was not happy his human was going off to war for who knows how long. Frankly he thought Paddy had no business going to places his power had no sway, where Eoin could not be there for him, to provide for him and patch him up after his inevitable scrapes. Obviously, he knew someone like his Paddy could look after himself more than enough, and would rail against any gilded cage he was put in, no matter if it was Eoin himself turning the lock. No, his human needed his freedom. So long as he came back to Eoin at the end of the day.

Did Paddy not know Eoin was the wind that cooled his brow? The fog that hid him from the bailiffs? The sun that warmed his skin - not know how tenderly Eoin would care for him? feed him, clothe him and fuck him until Paddy couldn’t remember a time it wasn’t the two of them as one?

Still, he mused, picking up the well-worn book of poetry his beloved had left as a final gift, fate had a funny way of working these things out; and they say distance makes the heart grow fonder, so maybe this war will be the thing that finally binds them together. He was patient; he would wait until Paddy finally caught up.

Despite this, the lack of Paddy’s presence was felt in subtle ways; there were fewer fish in the lake, and more mist than ever before. Walkers noted how the forest seemed a little less welcoming than before, with the shadows becoming darker, moving in strange ways as if trying to chase them out of their space. The trees, too, were sharper, more pointed, curling in on themselves and withholding their bountiful flora. Most chalked it up to the changed atmosphere in wartime, making minds more overactive, blissfully unaware of the harboured grief of their most powerful neighbour.

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Paddy wasn’t sure if it was the smokes, alcohol or malaria messing up his system, but he was sure something was wrong with his body. All food and drink since leaving home had a muted, dull taste, like the flavour had already been sucked out of it, even the familiar coppery tang of blood had lost some of its depth. What seemed to have been taken away in taste seemed to have been made up in other, more noticeable ways: he bruised less than he used to, the cuts and wounds on his body healed quicker than everyone else. He knew the other men around him picked up on it, how Paddy seemed to always have the eye of God gazing down on him.

It wasn’t until a particular night in Cairo that he started to suspect it wasn’t God at all. Cursing this stupid meeting with Stirling in this stupid, crowded club, trying not to get progressively more anxious about the meaning of red flowers on his table. His mood was not helped by the sudden appearance of a French spy, too beautiful and charming to be entirely human herself - Paddy had enough experience to know. A dull pang in his heart, not as beautiful as Eoin, though. He had tried to push away all thoughts of the fae since leaving home, too much a coward to face the aching, hollow gap deep inside of him whenever he did. The booze helped, mostly. Although Eoin still had an annoying way of popping up, like now.

The spy – Eve – was studying him carefully, ‘How are you enjoying Cairo, Paddy Mayne? I am surprised, though you were able to make it this far, the distance apart would have driven most mad.’

Paddy paused, re-examining the woman before him. ‘Most already consider me mad, so there’s little any distance could do to change that. How do you know my name?’

‘Your association with, shall we say, a certain mutual friend of the fae kind, with the reputation he has, makes you someone worth knowing. No doubt you are already experiencing the benefits of such a relationship; the resilience of Lieutenant Mayne has already become something of a myth amongst the soldiers.’

Oh. Eoin. Another drink of whiskey.

‘Go to fuck, I am no less human than the rest of them, thank you.’ Was the only thought he voiced out loud, unable to resist snapping back at the implication. His mind began to reel with the meaning of what was being said to him.

‘Hmmm, perhaps so, but his power is starting to flow through you. That is obvious to anyone with half a foot in their world.’ Finishing the last of his drink, Paddy stood to leave. It was clear Stirling was more late than usual, and he wasn’t half drunk enough to be dealing with information about Eoin like this. He also didn’t want to process the fact that, even this far apart, intentional or not, the fae was still somehow looking out for him, in front of so many people. That was for him and him alone.

Turning back to the table, he said, ‘Listen, I don’t know why you think that makes me so important, but I don’t want to get mixed up in any fae business, alright.’ Even saying that he got the sinking feeling it was a little too late. Without waiting for a reply, Paddy fled to the exit, too consumed with the rush of his own thoughts to pay attention to the bustling city around him, and desperately wondering how much further into Eoin’s grasp he would be by the end of this war.

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taglist (no pressure): @leftoversl1ce, @ecoustsaintmein,

[cosmicxblossoms]

X @6em4k

"Pretty sure something ain't right with you, you usually have something snarky or sassy to say to me at least once everytime we meet." If the other wasn't even doing that with him then something was definitely wrong.

"So here's what's going to happen, I'm taking you inside so we can sit you down. Get you something to drink and then you are staying here until we figure out what is going on and fix it, this isn't up for debate."

[rdotvel]

“what is your high school au called?”

uhhh???????????? uhm. i dont knwo…☹️☹️ rinny hs au??? ham hs?????? rinny high???? (discord.gg/rinnyhs) RHS????

rinny high / RHS i guess

[wildwheatfields]

Welcome to my dumb lil au where I just redesign RH but as college art kids

RH had a soft reboot that literally just came out today on youtube?? I will miss the art kid aspect of it all n I think this is how I’m mourning

[warusaru]

God puppies...

[msfcatlover]

Damian slipping a dagger into Steph’s coffin as a funerary gift, because he would never risk sending his sister into the afterlife unarmed.

Steph waking up in her dress in her grave without even a belt buckle to her name, but feeling that hilt digging into her hip. Steph using the dagger to dig her way out.

Talia coming to retrieve Steph off the streets, and Steph still has that dagger. Steph pulling it on Talia on pure instinct.

Talia confirming Steph’s identity by Steph’s stance & grip��exactly the way Damian taught her (exactly the way he learned from his mother.)

Steph recognizing Damian’s features in Talia, and lowering the knife in confusion. Talia taking Steph by the wrist and leading her into the vehicle that will take them out of Gotham until Steph makes her grand return.

[rismortiis]

[Old post/art]

I'm kinda obsessed with Riff Raff's design rn (kinda wrote a lot of HCS about him), so enjoy some Riff and Frankie in his more euro style design that I'm playing around

(they both hate eachother)

This second one is kinda "old" but I'll post here anyways--

I LOVE the euro production vibe and character designs, I might keep it

[krisp-bolill0]

mmv2 has domained my mind and i can't stop thinking about this...

wwwwwhat

here the full vers because yeah, this has a full vers .w.

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seriously, who the hell gave to him (the blue dumber) a gun, he doesn't even know how to use it 💀​💀​!!!!

[rhytmrocket]

hey all! hey rhythm heaven fandom, specifically

so uh, in joint celebration of tengoku’s 18th, ds’ 16th, and my 3rd anniversary of being into this franchise, i’m gonna be sharing a rhythm heaven au idea i’ve had for a bit over a year now. this is real big because i never share any of my thoughts on anything (hyperbole) so i hope you all enjoy

cw for general talk of death! if you don’t want to hear about that, this is not the au for you! have a nice day, then

now for the rest of you still here:

so, ironically, this concept is much more megamix-centric than any other game

basically, it assumes that all rhythm games that didn’t make the cut to megamix are ‘discontinued,’ for lack of a better term, and thus the characters that starred in those minigames are dead. yep, it’s pretty heavy.

it would take place in the world of megamix, with the different “lands” and landmarks and stuff, in which the characters whose main minigames are in megamix live their normal lives, just with the fact that their friends from minigames who didn’t make the cut are gone. it’s some real angst fodder for all you rarepair shippers out there, which is probably a lot of you knowing my mutuals (this includes me— my otp of like, all time is a rh rarepair)

i actually don’t really have an idea of how, diegetically, this happened, but i may come up with something eventually (or you all could come up with something if you’re interested enough to have read up to here)

that’s about all i’m gonna share right now cuz that really is just the main idea of the au. feel free to send an ask if you’d like more details, cuz i do have more details. also feel free to make content of this if you’re interested in it! i’d actually be ecstatic to see it, please tag me if you do

[cosmicxblossoms]

X @inkdevoured

"Let's get one thing straight, you and me are not buds." His voice remaining steady as his weapon remained pointed in the direction of the ink demon.

"Now what do you want?" They must want something, there wasn't any way that they would be here for pleasantries.

[warupiposaru]

Disharmonized Heaven basis if any of yall want,,, i want to draw more of this AU im just ironing out things....

Harmony (Tibby's Mom) is one of the main antagonists, but doesn't want to be / is doing what she believes is necessary (while also being in a type of delerium)

She is known for acting without thought, and harsh punishment/judgement (ex, my OC Lost Girl was banished)

^^^ neat detail about Harmony, she cries gold. A semblance of her true self leaking from the rare instances we see her emotion!!!

Heaven World is a broken place, and it is not what it used to be. The vibrance and rhythms have muted with time. (Broken Record is responsible)

Heaven World in this AU is a home to "idols", basically our Rhythm Game characters such as Wandering Samurai, Clappy Trio, Stomp Farmer, Pop Singer, Chorus Kids, etc.

HOWEVER: Mass duplicates like, the Hue Birds or Monkeys for ex: are magical entities who simply live in heaven world.

A lot of the Space Characters qualify as this too, but sometimes there's instances of an idol sprouting among them like, "Player" Space Kicker!

^^^ "Playa" SK is a bit of a people pleaser, and, occasionally runs errands for Harmony.

The Karate Family were the guardians of the world's flow meter back on earth.

Karate Joe was in line to be the next guardian, but Senior kept him in the dark and it made an attachment to this responsibility, outside of his father, difficult.

^^^ Senior actually, NEVER, told his children about Heaven World, either.

So you can imagine: The day he was murdered, and that treasure was stolen by Broken Record; Joe and Maccie sort of had their entire world caved in.

Joe became the idol to replace his father. All of a sudden, he has a murder mystery, and a quest to retrieve their family jewel thrown upon him. Informed he's some "god", that, what, did dad have powers? I have powers? I, have, to become the Karate Man???

And, who, all informs him of this? Why a wise little dog! Barista is not a resident of Heaven World, but sniffs around. He's a friend, of a friend, of a friend, here to help Joe, and fill him in.

Maccie feels lost and left out. (Especially bc, if you remember, she is Senior's golden child) so she doesn't like this talking dog trying to take her brother away very much.

^^^ and even more that she's "not special", and can't help. She eventually runs off on her own, and tries to find the flow meter herself. (AND actually is the one who gets closer, meeting Tap Girl who accompanies a fallen Tibby)

AND UHHH yeah this the bare bones basics. I have a lot of ideas and trying to figure out dynamics and roles amongst the cast in this context. Like \\\ Some characters are new idols (SK, Pop Singer), some are very old (Samurai, Stomp Farmer), and others are simply just guys hanging around!!!! (Barista, Space/Cosmic Dancers) and... waaaaa..... also RIP Senior and uhhgmmmm Goddess Divorce Yuri 😔

If you got this far uhh,,,, feel free to ask me anything / give ideas,,, aaa...

[thesovietonion77]

wrote a song y'all

i wrote a song about Perderé in the RH!AU and its cool, methinks it's called It Shows

(Verse 1) At first when it started I thought that it was all real how exactly did i feel When i never had departed

(Prechorus) found myself in a depression I learned it was all a sham After you forced me into submission Like the dog you think i am

(Chorus) And it's not fair, i know But theres nowhere i can go And forever to you, i'm tied I just wish that i had died And you don't care, i know I'm punished if i don't show And you use me and abuse me Just to order me to keep a ruse… And it shows

(Verse 2) I'm performing on a stage If i fall, i'm met with rage And it takes a while to gauge Just how much that i can take

(Prechorus) my feathers fall to the ground But you tell me to go back down And you're pulling on my tail Like i chose to enter this jail

(Chorus) And it's not fair, i know But theres nowhere i can go When they banished me, put me through strife I wish that they'd ended my life And you don't care, i know I'm punished if i don't show And i simply cannot break these chains My wings are clipped, you have the reins… And it shows

(Verse 3) And this little hotel noticed These nice ladies took me in Gave me a place that was free from sin I felt i could uncuff my shins

(Prechorus) And it's funny, really now All those years that i had bowed I realized that you're just some 12 foot tall french piece of sentient metal that i could stab if i wanted to

(Chorus) (Emotionally) I'll make things fair, you know And there's nowhere you can go As i laugh at all your cries see the terror in your eyes And I don't care anymore That you called me a little whore et je vais te tuer, espèce de salaud et je m'assurerai qu'ils ne trouvent pas ton cadavre rouillé-!…

(Outro) So it shows How i was treated Like a pet for you to beat and fight finally it all came back to bite you And now they all know That you were defeated I did it in a frenzy From you I'm finally free

And it shows