#teen! lock au

[gregorovitch-adler]

Clock

John stifled a yawn with the back of his hand as he checked the time on the classroom clock. Half past twelve. Fifteen more minutes of this dreadful lecture till the afternoon break.

The topic going on in the class was not so hard, besides Year 13 meant you had to cover up most of the topics on your own, anyway. John could not bring himself to listen to the lecture today.

John looked around at the other students instead. To be honest, he was looking for one specific person in that room.

There he was. Sitting in the last row, but paying full attention - staring at the teacher like a hawk. John had been admiring this guy's looks - dense, black curls; sea-green eyes, and those sharp cheekbones - and his intelligence for quite some time.

The name was Sherlock Holmes.

John had not stopped thinking about that bloke ever since he'd guessed some other student's personal life correctly in an attempt to tell them off. Deduction, as he would rather call it.

He had been trying to get to know Sherlock in person and to talk to him properly - instead of just nodding in his direction as a greeting like he used to do, every morning.

John was not sure what he would even talk about. Sherlock seemed so closed off, heading straight to the library during the afternoon break every day. John did not want to make an arse of himself trying to talk to him.

He realised he was staring, so he looked away quickly and pretended to pay attention again.

After a few minutes, the bell rang, followed by the teacher muttering some words to the TA before leaving the class.

The class began to chatter, as everyone slowly made their way to leave.

Suddenly, someone across the room turned around to face Sherlock in the last row. "Hey, Holmes!"

Sherlock looked up from his book at that guy.

"Nobody gives a shit about your Tobacco ash list," he said, and his friends burst out laughing. "Seriously, quit blogging. Your website is embarrassing enough already." Another fit of laughter from his group.

John furrowed his brows and clenched his fist on his left side. Strange that he did not know much about Sherlock, but felt like standing up for him anyway.

"At least I don't have to juggle three girlfriends every single day."

A complete silence erupted among that friend group.

"What's he talking about?" asked a girl from the group to that arse. Probably one of the girlfriends.

He ignored her as he marched his way to the last row to approach Sherlock. "Say that again." The guy slammed his massive fists on the desk.

John turned around and went to that row too.

"I think he was loud and clear the first time," said John as he stood beside Sherlock, staring daggers at the other guy.

"Oh, so the fake genius has got himself a pet!" the bloke exclaimed and walked up close to John, practically towering over him.

John was waiting for one move from the side of that guy. Just one. This would all be over in a minute.

"I haven't," said Sherlock and walked close to the guy, invading his personal space. "Though I would think twice before doing anything I regret if I were you." His low voice had dropped even more to a dangerous tone. "Especially if I were sleeping with one of the teachers for a better score like you are, currently."

This made the guy back off. "You didn't - you can't possibly know that!"

"You didn't even bother changing your perfume," said Sherlock and brushed past that guy, his long legs taking him to the classroom door swiftly. He stopped short in the doorway and turned around to look at John with his eyebrows raised.

John quickly collected his things and left the room; ignoring the other guy and leaving him behind.

Sherlock and John walked out of the class, and John tried to suppress a smile.

"Where are we going?" John asked, trying to match Sherlock's pace.

"I am going to the library."

"I can join you."

"Why?"

"You can tell me about the Tobacco ash."

Sherlock stopped in the tracks to face John properly. John had slowed down as well.

Sherlock gave John an intense look as if trying to look into his soul.

John was physically unable to look away.

"In that case, I expect you to listen to every single thing I have to say. Try to react properly instead of just staring at me." The corner of his heart-shaped mouth quirked up.

John cleared his throat and nodded before looking away for a moment. "Let's go, shall we? We don't have much time."

"Come on, then," said Sherlock, and they began to walk again in the direction of the library.

Not sure why, but John felt as if his day had become at least a hundred times better.

***

Sherlock September Challenge.

Prompt Clock by @onesmallfamily

Tags: @helloliriels @topsyturvy-turtely @keirgreeneyes @lisbeth-kk @gaylilsherlock @missdeliadili @curlyjohnlock @lookingforlifeoutthere @calaisreno @a-victorian-girl @peanitbear .

[blueathn]

Obligatory coffee shop au art

Close-ups and ramblings under the cut because I spent waaay too long on this

Welcome to my brain soup.

Disclaimer, I didn’t really plan this piece and just kept adding concepts as I went, so it’s kind of all over the place. It’s more a big patchwork of dumb ideas I got excited over, rather than a well thought-out drawing, but I like it as it is! It feels like my brain did when I was reading htn :]

1. The whole concept behind this is just "Vintage coffee ad but make it the griddlehark coffee shop au". I was aiming for cheerful but also not quite right, in a very stock photo kind of way if that makes sense. Gideon is smiling but she is not a willing participant in this. Also that coffee is cold.

I - very predictably - took inspiration from Leyendecker’s work, since his ads and posters are the first that come to my mind when I think "vintage ad", and also because I do feel like his painting technique is close to how I naturally paint. This is not meant to be a study of his style tho, I didn’t try to break it down on more than a very superficial level.

2. 3. Nothing special to say, just Gideon’s arms (her perfect biceps are hidden from view lest they cause a riot in the cafeteria). Also arm hair. I feel like it’s becoming a recurring feature in my art lol

4. I debated whether or not to add a foam skull on the coffee then ultimately decided against it. That’s one skull too many, and honestly Gideon neither has the skill nor the patience to attempt one. Let’s be real, if they let her have access to the pitcher she’d make tits. So here is your tits-free coffee, courtesy of the Cohort photoshop editors.

5. Isaac, sporting the Fourth’s blue not only in dress but also in his questionnable choice of eye makeup. They have matching haircut only so Jeanne can showcase how much better it looks on her.

6. This is where I finally have something clever-ish to say. Thoughts ! I have them ! Sometimes. So. Harrow. You can’t see it but she has a nose piercing as well - this is relevant to spreading my agenda that Harrow is full of bone (piercings, that is). Sue me, I forgot that they let her keep her face paint in this scene. Onto the actual thought process.

This is where Abigail interrupts the scene, before Harrow can catch a glimpse of barista!Gideon. Her interruption is shown by the unfinished look of this panel : the sketch lines peeking through (in a reddish hue, to mimic sanguine, the red chalk that artists used to draw sketches and studies - and also because the contrast of the colors makes it pop better against her skin) + the rendering is messier from the neck and down.

Abigail is blocking half of Harrow from view - I wanted to have her hide Harrow’s eyes and thus line of sight entirely, but I feared Harrow wouldn’t be as recognizable with more than half her face hidden, frowny eyebrows and all.

Abigail herself is meant to look out of place here, without taking too much attention away from Gideon. I drew her in a much simpler style, using a more monochromatic palette and cell shading, to contrast against the rest of the gang, where I used a lot more color variation and a more detailed & textured painting style.

That’s about all I have on this, if you got this far thank you! Your support is much appreciated. If you liked this drawing I’d be overjoyed if you reblogged it and left your thoughts in the tags/notes! I’m always happy when I read them, even just a "#nice" makes my day.

[theninth09]

incredibly niche and extremely specific but i cannot stop thinking about the parallels between harrowhark nonagesimus and theo raeken. hear me out.

they'd talk about their childhoods getting stolen from them by their circumstances, the lobotomies they went through that caused a bunch of their memories to disappear, getting haunted by hallucinations, being completely alone without any friends or people who care about them and their inferiority in comparison to other lyctors/werewolves. they're both kinda pathetic wet cat losers that are desperately trying to prove themselves. they're rude and mean and never open up about their feelings, even though deep inside they're just hurt and have a soft core. they're both highly intelligent, capable and dangerous in battle. there's probably even more that i just can't think of right now.

edit: i thought of even more. they both exist due to being an experiment (theo & the dread doctors, harrow & her parents), people had to die in order for them to exist (theo's sister & all the children on the ninth for harrow), they basically had to raise themselves from a young age (again, i doubt that the dread doctors were good caretakers for theo & harrows parents were dead), there's a huge focus on their eye colors (theo's chimera eyes being gold & harrow's eyes, funnily enough, Not turning into gideon's gold)

and these are their sunshine-golden retriever partners. they're currently busy testing who's stronger by arm wrestling.

[blue-eli]

Unlocked au Skuld! And motorcycle vigilante X

[babygirlhaljordan]

hi! ive been talking in the dc server and with the help of some ppl, i’ve created a role swap au—in which the love interests and heroes switch roles. i hope you enjoy :3

roleswap titans au

leader: kory anders. (lives in gotham after being abandoned in the streets by her sister when they crash landed on earth. raised by catwoman. wanted a team to not only help the world but to not feel alone. for all catwoman’s strengths, emotional connections aren’t always her strongest thing. especially to a kid.) replaces dick grayson

report writer: linda park (gained super speed after recreating the accident that happened to flash to investigate what happened at star labs. she joins titans by claiming she wants to learn how to be a better hero but really… she wants to know their hero identities & uncover who the flash Really Is. will she use her connection to the hero world to figure out their identities or will she learn to be the hero she claims to be?) replaces wally west

redeemed hero: chesire (“saved” by roy harper. she initially refuses to work together with the titans but the more they live with each other, the more she thinks twice about not corporating. can she move past the path she believed she was destined for? or will the titans efforts be in vain?) replaces roy harper

atlantan: dolphin (quiet kid from atlantis. she wandered into earth after being attacked by atlantis’ army for her mutation, stranded and alone. it’s only by being recruited by kory anders that she’s learning to find her footing (or fins) in the world. is she capable of working together with the cast? find out) replaces garth (aqualad)

the bow and arrow: speedy (the one that “saved” chesire. lots of people teased that he only joined bc he had a crush on kory but really… he wants to help chesire. and he’s willing to do whatever it takes to aid her. he thinks being with ppl their own age would help them adjust and fit in) replaces donna troy

[nie7027]

You know what I've been thinking? I ve been thinking that Atlus shot itself in the foot by honoring p2 and making the explosion on the bridge caused by the death arcana to happen on the same year as p2 instead of a few years later.

Because imagine this.If it had happened a few years later we could have this narrative:

After the events of p2 EP Nanjo, not satisfied with the resolution reached, decides to take Kandoris research(that he had previously saved and kept under lock so it wouldnt fall on the wrong hands), create an investigation team and fund further research regarding Shadows and the collective unconscious/the des of souls in hopes to find a better solution to the fragile situation the splitting of realities caused.

Unbeknownst to him (as the P1 team had no idea about the true extent of Nyx power, only having fought a small scrap of it in the form of the Snow Queen Mask) Nyx starts to take control of the minds of the scientists working for him who start to commit unethical experimentation in the name of the research to fulfill Nyx objective.

Eventually Nanjo finds about the unethical experimentation, including a future project regarding experimentation on children, and immediatelly shuts down the research, angering the group of scientists and causing the fights that eventually lead to the separation of the group who will go on to become the Kirijo group under the leadership of Kouetsu Kirijo.

They of course take/steal the research with them.

As Nanjo couldn't draw the media attention and risk the knowledge that his company was involved with unethical experimentation to come out Nanjo couldn't stop them and he had to play the card about how the separation was a mutual accord caused by a difference of interests while trying to find a way to close in and stop the Kirijo group from the shadows without the research leaking out even more (here's where he hires Baofu and Ulala and starts working with them to find a way to subtly bring the Kirijo group down)

This all comes to an end when the Kirijo lab explodes and all the research is seemingly lost.

Nobody knows what happened and everybody involved died in the accident.

No matter how much they search they can't find anything.

Not even the son of Kouetsu, Takeharu Kouetsu, who now that his father is dead has inherited the company seems to know anything (in part because Kirijo is keeping everything under wraps, in part because even they actually don't know what really happened. The only one who knows it's Ikutsuki and he's manipulating everyone).

So believing everything was truly lost and there's nothing more to do, ridden with guilt born from everything bad that happened since he decided to revive Kandoris research (he should have know anything related to THAT would need up this way, he should have known it was a terrible desicion, why did he have to be so arrogant to want to take everything in his hands...) Nanjo ceases and decides to focus on his company and watching over his own team and the p2 cast (keeping watch on them and making sure they don't accidentally bring the end of the world by recovering their memories)

But there's always something inside of him telling him to keep an eye on the Kirijo group, to not ignore them and he kinda does by maintaining close business relationships.

But it isn't enought.

He's not as as meticulous as he was before, as he should have been.

Thisakes him completely unprepared when the Fall happens years later.

And again nobody knows what happened, worst of all, everybody seems to have actually completely forgotten anything even happened.

But he knows.

He knows whatever happened was Persona/Shadow related so he once again turns his full attention to the Kirijo Group but this time he keeps a careful eye on the young heiress, Mitsuru Kirijo, as it's clear to him she isn't all that it seems.

He keeps his distance, not interfering, but staying watchful. Hoping to learn anything about what truly happened before acting seeing as how badly trying to take everything in his hand went last time.

And that's how Nanjo eventually learns about the Shadows ops (but funnily enough still knows nothing about the Fall being this the most guarded secret the Shadow ops, NO, SEES has).

And this narrative would have been great.

It would have been good way to keep everything connected ... IF ONLY the kirijo lab had happened a few years later.

By making it happen a few months after p2 it gives a very tiny widow of time for the fallout between the Nanjo and Kirijo groups to occur.

In fact it gives too little time for everything to happen considering P1 takes place in 1996.

By 1999 only 3 years have happened since the P1 cast found out about personas, shadows and defeated Kandori.

Only 3 years for the Nanjo group to start its research, a fallout to occur which ends up creating the Kirijo group AND then the Kirijo group doing everything they did until the formation of the death arcana and it's battle with Aigis on the bridge...

All of that in the span of just 3 years with everything in P2 happening at the same time.

And I KNOW I could change it.

I could move the dates a little to make everything fit better without really changing anything...

(Makoto losing his parents at the age of 8 instead of 4 for example doesn't really change anything. He would repress equally the same)

BUT changing the 10 years that Minato stored death inside of him feels SO WRONG.

It feels likes it's something quintessential to the narrative...AND I DONT KNOW WHY.

*coughcoughmaybeit'sjustmyfixationwithmultiplesof10coughcough*

[sincerely-sofie]

TPiaG AU be like:

“You get some trauma! You get some trauma! You get some trauma! EVERYBODY GETS A TRAUMA!!!!!!!!”

*points at Opal* “Except you.”

Opal's trauma is finding out about all the visceral suffering that stitched her happy family together :)

[spittyfishy]

I did most of this in the middle of the night when I couldn’t sleep lol, but I’m actually quite happy with it! It was a lot of fun, I sort of just picked the characters I felt like drawing at the time, but maybe later I’ll do one where y’all can pick the characters!

[crispinkiss]

i think modern harrow would be a huge metalhead goth but i also think canon harrow would go into cardiac arresthe second she feels the bass at a death metal concert

similarly, i think modern harrow would live and breathe black coffee but canon harrow would probably choke and die at the first sip

[momochizoey]

I'm rereading Gideon the Ninth, and I just had a thought: you know how at first, if you look at Gideon from outside her own perspective, everyone else thinks she's so cool and intense and mysterious because she doesn't talk because of the 'vow of silence' Harrow made her pretend to have taken?

If someone wants to work that into some kind of modern AU, I think it'd work perfectly if she's silent because Harrow challenged her to some version of the Quiet Game by pushing just the right buttons, and it works because Gideon is too competitive when Harrow is involved to realize she's been had. She thinks she's winning but Harrow is just enjoying the silence and satisfied at having gotten one over on Gideon once again.

[golden-explosions-main]

[ The room's door is ajar. Peeking out to the hallway reveals a strange lack of detail down the hall. It just seems to go dark after a short distance. You're not sure if there is anything beyond this room. but then you see it. Standing there. The figure stands there. Hunched over. The familiar coat. That Doctor... They take a step forward to you. It knocks on the walls. Stomping on the floor. Shambling forward to the room. Searching for something. for someone. They try to reach out. Before everything goes bright... ] FORMAT CHANGE UNABLE TO COMPLETE. REVERTING CHANGES... CHECK LOG FOR CRASH REPORT. ??? LEFT ?

The only thing the teens get to do is stare in shock and gasp before everything goes white.

Frisk's Soul: "OH! How'd you get over there, silly, that's my vessel, not yours!"

Asriel's Soul: "It was really roomy, I can see why you like it so much, it's so much better compared to my current one, well, we better change back, are you okay?"

Frisk's Soul: "Yeah! It was pretty cramped but I handled it! Let's hurry before things get any weirder!"

Frisk's Soul: "Hee hee! Let's do a little dance as we change back,"

Asriel's Soul: "Ha ha ha, okay! Sounds like fun!"

Frisk's Soul: "Doot doot doot! Da da da! Souuul maaate dancee!"🎶🎵

Asriel's Soul: "You're so ridiculous, but that's one of the many things I like about you,"

Frisk's Soul: "Annnnd, da da da da! We're switched! Congratulations and apologies! You're back in your flower vessel and I'm back in my human one!"

Asriel's Soul: "It's not my favorite vessel ever, but I guess it's good to be back, I missed playing with my magic rocks,"

Frisk's Soul: "And I missed my vessel's loooong legs!"

Asriel's Soul: "Ha ha, they aren't that long!"

Frisk's Soul: "Oh, hmmm... now what, Other One? We're still in the white void,"

Asriel's Soul: "I don't know, I guess we just wait like we usually do, wanna keep holding each other's spirit hands?"

Frisk's Soul: "Of course!" *Proceeds to shake his spirit hand for fun and giggles*

Asriel's Soul: *Giggles with them*

[RELOADING...]

[CHECK LOG FOR CRASH REPORT?] [YES.]

[SCANNING LOG. . . . . ]

[princesscolumbia]

Double Isekai - Chapter 8

Okay, back to getting this updated. I'm really enjoying having a backlog, even if it is just a few days. I'm seriously thinking of just pausing all updates until I get, like, a full month's worth or something. Maybe do a chapter a week for 26 weeks...? Not sure, but this is nice.

Summary:

Ranma finally gets some alone time with all her girls in one private place...and promptly has a meltdown.

Notes:

There will be some off-screen sexy times. If this were an anime this would be the episode that guarantees it'll never see a broadcast release. This isn't porn, but it's edging (heh) pretty close to it. I didn't start this fic with the intent for smut to be in it, but I won't shy away from the characters behaving as teenagers that're hot for each other do. If that bothers you, back button on your browser is the solution to many of the Internet's problems, please use it. And speaking of the sexy times, yes. This did escalate quickly. That's on purpose and done for a specific reason. Hang tight until chapter 9 for how it impacts the story.

Preview below the cut:

Akane could tell that all three of them were sensing Ranma was a coiled spring. Once they were in the relatively lower light conditions of the inside of the Saotome house, the redhead ushered them into seats in the living room and she then set about closing all the blinds and drapes to all the windows before yanking the flimsy plastic shades off her face.

"Alright," she said as she tossed them on the end table near the door, "I'm gonna go make lunch. Everyone okay waiting here for a bit while I go do that?" she waited for all of a couple seconds before turning and heading into the kitchen. "Great! Be back in a few, make yourselves comfortable."

Akane, Ukyo, and Shampoo sat in silence, giving each other looks that they all recognized as containing the exact same concerned thought, What's wrong with Ranma?

While they had all come here with the understanding that they would be discussing the odd four-way relationship they were embarking on, they were quickly realizing they were about to have a bit of a trial by fire that would show how far they already were on that path.

Shampoo cast a glance between Akane and Ukyo, then toward the kitchen. Ukyo just shook her head and then looked pointedly at Akane. Akane gave Ukyo an uncomprehending look and shrugged. Shampoo gave Ukyo an incredulous stare only to be met with a slightly raised hand as though saying, 'wait,' then almost glowered at Akane before tilting her head in the direction of the kitchen and nodding her head in that direction twice.

Akane, finally deciding to play along, rolled her eyes and stood, almost gingerly making her way into the room she was generally always banned from.

Ranma stood at the counter, her back to the rest of the room. She clearly heard Akane come in as she turned just enough to communicate she knew someone was there but not enough to allow that someone to see her face, "Hey 'kane, sorry it's takin' so long, tryin' t'figure out what to make with two sets of taste preferences arguin' in my head for what works best for lunch. I'll get somethin' soon, promise. Go sit back down."

Akane may not have had much time or opportunity to get to know 'New Ranma' as much as she wanted to (and she was realizing more and more she really wanted to), but if she were dealing with 'old Ranma' she'd have said the almost barely perceptible tightness in the girl's voice was her holding an extremely tight rein on her emotions. She'd seen this Ranma overflowing with love and affection, blowing her top in anger, venting her frustrations, and laughing readily...but the girl was holding something back now.

Akane didn't slow her stride, moving in behind her fiancée and wrapping her arms around the smaller girl. A tiny, whimpered, "...no..." escaped Ranma before she hunched over, curling up on herself awkwardly. This helped the yen drop for Akane, her mind casting back to what felt like a lifetime ago but was only a handful of days when she first laid eyes on this girl. She'd seen Ranma, not knowing the Ranma she had known was gone from the world for almost a full day by that point, curled up on herself in nearly this same manner. I wish Nodoka had shown us...shown me how she dealt with this... "Ranma..." she almost whispered.

"I'm so awful," Ranma squeaked out, "I'm an impostor who stole Ranma's life and I'm pretending to be her...gods, what if I just...rewrote who Ranma was? What if I just put my own pain and dysphoria into Ranma's memories before we merged? And...and I'm s...s-seducing you...y...you should leave." A sob tore from Ranma's throat, "Leave and save yourself from me, please. I'm not right, I'm not worthy of any of you, please...go..."

Akane was panicking, but managed to keep it internal. So much about that seemed...wrong. There were lies in that statement, everything that came out of Ranma's mouth just then was thick with them, but Akane was honestly at a loss to pick out the falsehoods from the truth simply because she didn't know enough. She didn't know how the isekai worked, she didn't know the life of this other person that joined with Ranma, and she didn't know what caused this... 'spin out' from the playful, aroused person that had managed to ease Akane's own concerns to the fragile, broken girl in her arms.

"Ranma...you're the smartest person I know," Ranma snorted wetly but didn't respond otherwise, "You are! I think even Nabiki is a little in awe of you and your mother right now. But you're also very good at explaining things, so please," she pulled Ranma close, hugging her gently, "Explain this to me."

Ranma sighed, a little bit of a shudder shaking her, "I...my other life I was...it took me..." she sighed, scrubbing her palms over her face, a gesture that Akane was starting to find endearing. "My stepmother, she was...so evil. I know it's a trope and all, but she was absolutely uncaring, cold and vicious. She hated men, but she loved fucking men. She wanted a man who she could control, and she snuck her way into my dad's life...but that's too long of a story for right now. She wound up in control of me and my sister, and for years of our life she dictated...everything. And when she came home one day after work and caught me trying on some of her clothes and using her makeup," she shrugged and leaned back a little, finally letting herself take some comfort in the arms around her, "I was already too big for my sister's stuff...I mean, she was two years younger than me. As soon as we both hit puberty I rocketed up in height. She wasn't far behind, but she never did get more than...what, five-eight? Five-nine? I was six feet...sorry, I was nearly two meters by the time I was sixteen. So I had to wear my stepmother's stuff 'cause she was shorter than me, but she was wider in the shoulders and hips than my sister, so her stuff actually fit...well, not the shoes. Always did have a fucking hell of a time finding shoes..."

Ranma shuddered, turning just a little, almost snuggling into Akane's hold, one hand gripping Akane's sleeve, "She found me wearing her stuff and I found out that as much as she hated men...she hated men who wanted to be women more. My life became a... a web of lies and psychological torture. She gaslit me so bad..." Akane must have unconsciously made a questioning sound because Ranma paused, "Oh, sorry, she created a double-lie. She'd lie about something...I had to get my homework done to get dinner, but when she decided I was lying about finishing my homework she'd deny me dinner anyway, then later told everyone that I refused to eat her cooking and her proof was that I didn't eat dinner. It's called gaslighting and it's specifically meant to make the victim question their own perception of reality." Akane could imagine a few people in her life capable of such a thing but was sufficiently horrified at the very idea that she felt confident that such an act hadn't been done to her, thankfully.

She hugged Ranma closer, which prompted the girl to continue, "And, I mean, you said it, I'm smart. I started figuring out her games and her methods and her motivations and..." Ranma suddenly jerked, not like she was jumping away or trying to get out of Akane's arms, but like her whole body just reflexively quaked with nowhere to direct the energy. "And sometimes when you study the devil, you become the devil."

Ranma seemed to just sag against her after that pronouncement. Akane was starting to understand, at least, she thought she did. It was like when Ranma had tried to talk about the ten-year journey. There were too many little things that made up the whole of the picture and if you focused too much on any one part of it you lost sight of the whole of it. Ranma had, to use the redhead's own life as an analogy, just told her about falling into the cursed spring, but there was so much before and after it that went into who Ranma was now.

(Read the whole thing at AO3)

[kurthorton-moving]

I love exploring the. The different ways trauma affects kurt in aus and different scenarios

[zenosanalytic]

rbing this to remind everyone of this FUCKING MASTERPIECE of a thing that Harrow Nova would TOTALLY SAY XD

Nova au “You’ll wish she didn’t”

[wonderjanga]

au where billy and mary were friends w a teen patrick wayne before everything went down in the 40's and they both think that bruce is patrick and that hes shy cuz hes a hero now

I think Billy, Mary, and Patrick’s dynamic would’ve basically been two little kids and the older kid who hang out. Patrick would also have no problem treating them like his little siblings and would casually give them money in exchange for them helping him with experiments. He’d rather just give them the money but they won’t just accept it for free so he’d resigned to making them do little tasks instead.

Patrick: “Alright, I need three fairy wings, dried unicorn blood, sixteen siren scales, and dryad bark! Go! Go! Go!”

Mary and Billy: *salute before running off*

You might be wondering what he needs any of that for. You’ll know later.

Anyways, as for how Patrick found out about Billy and Mary being Captain Marvel and Mary Marvel…

Patrick: *talking to someone in Fawcett and trying to get siren scales because his usual suppliers (Billy and Mary) said they were busy with something at the moment (meeting with magical delegates)*

Seller: “Boy, you do realize how difficult it is to get siren scales, right? As far as I know, none of the shops in Fawcett sell it. Who is your dealer?”

Patrick: “My friends?”

Seller: “Your friends?! You know kids your age going after sirens so you can get scales?! Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?!”

Patrick: “It’s dangerous?! I had no idea??? They never come back hurt or complaining??”

Seller: “They’re coming back unscathed?? Who are your friends???!?”

Yeah… so that’s how Patrick found out about Captain and Mary Marvel being his two little suppliers/siblings. It took much poking and prodding and bribing, but eventually the two spilled. After that, they were just forced to take the money from Patrick anyways. He wasn’t gonna send them on those trips anymore. No siree. Doesn’t matter that they have superpowers.

Anyways, time moves on and unfortunately, Patrick was eventually old enough to be drafted into the war. He said bye to the kiddos went and came back, kept in contact with the kiddos up until the sixties when the time bubble appeared. By that time, Patrick was at least 30 and the twins had strangely not aged at all, not that he minded because Fawcett was weird like that. Thomas was a toddler at the time of it appearing. The time bubble caused Thomas to have a rather unfortunate early childhood as his father was always locked up in his study researching and wondering what the hell happened to the town, to the people, and to his friends. Fawcett was just gone. Practically overnight. Eventually though, he gave up and started focusing on his family again. He died thinking everyone in that little down had been erased.

Fast forward 50 something odd years and BAM the bubble pops! Billy and Mary are now in the present. They got to meet all of the new heroes, including Batman.

Marvel: “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Batman Si- Patrick?”

Batman: “Pardon?”

Mary: “Holy shoot, Patrick really is you!”

Batman: “My name is not Patrick-”

Marvel: “You’re so…” *looks him up and down* “Youthful! Did you finally make that elixir thingy?”

Batman: “What?”

Marvel: “You know? The elixir you always talk about. It was an elixir, right?”

Mary: “Wasn’t it called the elixir of life?”

Batman: “No…? I haven’t worked on an elixir at any point in time.”

Marvel: “Yeah, you have. We saw you! You’d always read that little book and do a little experiments!”

Mary: “And then the experiment would fail, and then you’d come to us covered in ash because nine times out of ten it exploded. Then, you’d slap twenty dollars in our hand and ask for us to find more ingredients so you could do more experiments.”

Batman: “I’ve never done that in my life. I assure you I’ve never met you before this moment.”

Now you know what all those mystical ingredients were for. Patrick Wayne was casually doing Alchemy. Everyone in Fawcett is at least somewhat magical after all. He didn’t even know he was doing it too. He’d still worked on normal human gadgets though, which still allowed him to contribute to Wayne Enterprises.

Bruce later went to his study (once Patrick’s study) as he remembered one of the books on his shelves was related to Alchemy. When he eventually found it and pulled it from the shelf, a photo slipped out. It was a photo of a younger version of his Grandpa and two kids which he both had in headlocks. When Bruce flipped the photo over, scrawled on the back was a date. After getting sidetracked and deciding to dig up some information on his Grandfather, Bruce came to the startling realization that this was when Patrick left for the war. This was a commemoration photo. Interesting. It was also interesting that the other two people- children in the photo looked suspiciously like the Captain and his daughter. Was this Mary and another brother, one that didn’t dabble in heroics? It made sense now why the Captain and Mary talked to him like they knew him. They both must’ve thought he was his grandfather. Oh well, Bruce isn’t gonna spoil the surprise. He can find out more information on them if he lets them think he’s his grandfather.

Marvel: “The war really toughened you up, huh? Did you inhale chlorine gas and somehow survive?”

Mary: “No silly.” *elbows him* “He didn’t sound like this when he came back from the war so something else must’ve messed up his throat.”

Batman: “My throat isn’t messed up in any way, shape, or form.”

Mary: “It isn’t? So you talk like that on purpose…?”

Batman: *doesn’t want to give away he isn’t Patrick* “…Yes.”

Mary and Marvel: *share a look before pointing and laughing at him*

Any nearby Justice League member was visibly surprised that Batman didn’t glare at them. Bruce himself was surprised he didn’t as well.

Robin!Dick: *standing beside Bruce as Bruce works at a computer*

Marvel: “Oh Tommy! Wait, Pat, this is Tommy right?”

Mary: “Of course it’s not Tommy. He wouldn’t feed the elixir to him while he was a kid. But then again, you can be a little stupid…”

Robin!Dick: “Did you just call him stupid?” *sounds like he wants to laugh* “Also no I’m not Tommy.”

Marvel: “Then are you a grandson…?”

Robin!Dick: “N-”

Batman: “Yes, he is. This is Bruce.”

Robin!Dick: *extremely confused* “What?”

Marvel: “Oh cool!”

[kangel92]

Drones’ Development

Small intermission from comics + Educational info!

Preteen body in comparison with a “puberty” body (Uzi) and a teenage body (Doll). There’s an adult (Khan) and disassembly drones for reference, too

Uzi had just moved to a preteen body when everyone locked up at the bunker (In this AU Nori died when Uzi was 10).

Her “puberty” body had already been started when Nori died and Khan became obsessed over doors, so Uzi had to finish building it alone. It was a real headache, so she decided to skip her teen body (she knew her dad wouldn’t help her build it-). Soooo that’s why she’s smaller than the rest of her classmates

That’s, uh, a lot of info. I will consider drawing a timeline for main events in the future