#time-travel fixit

[msfcatlover]

I just imagined what happens when my time traveling Robins realize they might all have been sent back, and are like, “OH SHIT, DAMIAN!”

(Cut to: The League of Assassins, actively on fire & at war with itself, less than one third of the forces it had remaining.)

Steph: *whistles*

Jason: “Damn. I’m impressed.”

Tim: “This saves me so much time & effort, honestly, you guys have no idea how stressed I was about having to take down two deeply ingrained, centuries old murder cults in a little over 10yrs.”

Dick: “DAMIAN!”

[vodkassassin]

Started a Rook Fix-It fic and I’m not sorry

[tonystevestories]

Ripple Effect by SabreCMC (18k) - After the events of Infinity War, Steve is sent back in time on a desperate mission to find the Tesseract. Instead, he meets up with 21-year old Tony, still reeling from his parents' deaths. Who, naturally, tries to climb Steve like a tree. Somehow, this fixes everything.

Rated: Teen? It's a chapter in a large fic, but I'd say Teen for this one

Warnings: Tony is 21, drunk, and making questionable decisions. Might make some people uncomfortable.

Thoughts: OMG just Steve characterization in this is so interesting to me and very deep. I always enjoy Sabre's fics and this one is just knocked right out of the park. There's so much tragedy in Steve in the beginning when he goes back in time and tries to figure out what to do.

Note: You'll need to be logged into Ao3 to read this one.

[b0rtney]

Do I write a the 100 fixit fic where John Murphy goes back in time and is like “oh god I hate this shit I CARE about these fuckers now ugghhhh” and the biggest problem he faces is that 1 he has to communicate effectively and without starting fights if his time travel is gonna mean anything at all (and he super wants it to matter if he as to relive all this shit again) and 2 does he try and wingman Clarke and Bellamy (his two favs let’s not kid ourselves) or Clarke and Lexa (who tbh would have ruled the fucking planet if they had more time)

[stetervault]

Summary: This time travel business really isn't all it's cut out to be. Stiles wasn't even given a guidebook. He isn't a hero. He isn't desperate. He isn't particularly interested in a do-over to save everyone he's ever known. He probably isn't even all that sane. What's a guy out of time to do?

Tags: Time Travel, Magical Stiles, Spark Stiles, BAMF Stiles, Older Stiles, Post-Season 2 AU, Canon Divergence AU, Bad Friend Scott McCall, Bad Alpha Scott McCall, PTSD, Torture, Apathy, Passively Suicidal Thoughts, Fix-It of Sorts, Dystopic/Apocalyptic Future

[qserasera]

title: Remontoire pairing: magistrate astarion/tav, astarion/original female character, past!vampire ascendant astarion/tav rating: M chapter: 1/??? warnings: canon-typical violence, mentions of past unhealthy relationship, other warnings in author's notes later on

summary: All the thoughts Astarion had been cataloguing before about the strange visitor go still.

His fingers reach out, lifting the pendant closer to his eye.

Silver—finely wrought. An engraved swan volant, flying, and three etoile stars on the right.

The Ancunin crest.

(An escape goes well. A little too well, to be honest.

But elves live long lives. How different could it be, really, going 200 years back?)

{{READ ON AO3 HERE}}

[triscribeaucollection]

“What happened?” Ahsoka whispered. Luke choked over his words as he tried to answer, nothing coming out but a single name: “-Ben.” Ahsoka needed to pause, and take a deep breath. Before she could think of anything to say, a fresh feeling of alarm surged down to them from Ezra. Without thought, Ahsoka dropped the medkit and flung herself forward, bracing Luke and Jaina just before the entire ship could shudder sideways. Everything dropped- tipped- the world and the Force alike turned in on themselves, and Ahsoka grabbed what she could, trying to anchor them, to keep two men and four younglings from being hurled through space because there wasn’t anyone else left- White Then black Then nothing

[yellowocaballero]

love obito referring to her as "the plan-ruining etc." rather than constantly repeating the full title over and over lol. even he can't be bothered with that!

By he, do you mean me lol.

Ceaselessly repeating joke names is one of my favorite jokes (see: the fic where I called a character by a different douchebag name every time I wrote his name, which was a massive pain but so funny), but sometimes it creates the most unwieldy sentence and I have to find ways around it. If you look closely, you'll see several times when Obito gives The Plan Ruining Time Travelling Ghost a shorter nickname or moniker. Because otherwise the sentence would sound bad.

[charlottedabookworm]

damn it’s been fifteen minutes and i already miss cid

[mirrorthoughts]

Heads Up Seven Up

I got tagged by @orphicpoieses and I actually have something written so, here you go 😂

(Yes, it's a new wip, yes, it's going to be steter, yes, I haven't forgotten the other wips 😂😂😂)

tagging everyone who wants to (👀 @aurevell maybe?) but no/low pressure :D

The taste of burnt flesh and blood still stuck in his throat when he opened his eyes to a familiar ceiling. Shadows and sunlight flickered over the white surface in long forgotten but still well-known and seemingly ever changing patterns, the warmth of the sun on his face felt almost like a caress after all the pain he just had endured. He swallowed and took a deep breath and just like that blood and smoke were nothing more than a memory and the familiar scent of his lavender laundry detergent filled his nose with the feeling of safety, of home, of den. Dazed as he was he slowly closed his eyes, letting himself sink back into the familiar smell and feeling of his bed as he pulled his blanket closer, listening to the familiar noises outside of cars and people and streetcars- Streetcars. People. A comfortable bed in a flat he hadn’t been in for over a decade.

His eyes shot open and a second later he sat upright in his bed, his eyes jumping from shelves to the closet, to the door and the windows.

He wasn’t dead.

[msfcatlover]

Damian getting a Violet Lantern ring and being like, “…I can work with this.”

Clark finding out and thinking it’s absolutely hilarious that one of Earth’s representatives to the universe is a baby. (Clark not knowing whether to be proud that Damian is so full of love despite everything he’s been through, relieved because—even if there’s nowhere safe on Earth from the League of Assassins—Damian is officially not limited to Earth in his options anymore, or horrified that the little boy he took in just got dragged onto the front lines of the hero scene whether they like it or not.) (Will the Sapphires let Clark go along on Damian’s missions? As a chaperone, like a school field trip? That seems reasonable, right? Can Clark justify leaving Earth for that? Yes. Yes he can. Easily.)

Clark saying he can’t wait to tell the Justice League, and Damian just. Stops. Goes very still.

“Yes, I suppose we have to, don’t we?” Damian says, in the resigned tone that means he’s really hoping Clark will say no.

“They’ll love you,” Clark tries to reassure him, “The biggest concern is that Batman might try to adopt you away from me.”

Damian wants to laugh, but he’s worried it might come out hysterical. “Does he have a pattern of doing that?”

“He’s been on a kick lately,” Clark says, fondly exasperated.

(Clark manages to maintain formality in Damian’s introduction, giving a whole speech about Earth’s newest Lantern and being welcoming, yada yada. He’s really looking forwards to everyone’s faces at the end of it, when Damian steps into view and barely reaches Clark’s hip.)

(And it is very funny.)

(Except instead of looking delighted by Clark’s prank, all the color drains out of Nightwing’s face. Under the cacophony of heroes yelling at Superman for pulling this on them, nobody notices Dick silently mouthing, “Dami?”)

[wantonlywindswept]

why do i always remember ancient magus’ bride exists when i’m in fandoms that don’t really lend themselves to that kind of au??

[darkpuck]

What is the first thing that Time Travel Fixit Isekai Loqi does? And how?

The first thing he does is panic -- he died, he remembers dying. But now here he is in his childhood bedroom, in his twelve-year-old body, the leg he lost restored bc he was in his twenties when he lost it.

And then he realises when he returned, and realises that holy shit, he can change it. He can change everything, maybe even including the apocalypse he spent the last ten years living through.

So he slips away from his house, steals a former/no-longer-future comrade's magitek armor, and heads to Tenebrae with one singular goal: prevent the death of Sylva Via Fleuret, Queen of Tenebrae and also the Oracle.

His success throws everything off the rails.

[sa-bo]

Writing sucks because I'm exclusively a darkfic author but I mainly consume non-darkfics so I can't even make friends with other fic writers on account of all the insane shit I post

[stetervault]

Summary: Some introspection. And Lydia and Jackson enter stage right, but only for a hot minute before Stiles exits stage left.

Tags: Time Travel, Magical Stiles, Spark Stiles, BAMF Stiles, Older Stiles, Post-Season 2 AU, Canon Divergence AU, Bad Friend Scott McCall, Bad Alpha Scott McCall, PTSD, Apathy, Fix-It of Sorts, Dystopic/Apocalyptic Future

[batfamdannyphantomsstuff]

"it's getting turned into a fic :) you can find it on the fic list, but here's the link! Thank you for motivating me into writing this! https://archiveofourown.org/works/53880751

"

AAÀAASASSASHHDHJALWODBSNNDKSLS EGSVXBDJIEJCNALWPSKDBDH FUCJ YES I LOVE GAMER FICS

Her name is Drake, Tim Drake.

Except, unlike Bond, James Bond, she’s not a badass who saves queens and get the girls at the end. Well, no, she did get the very amazing woman at the end, and she had the ring to prove it. But not right now. No, right now, she’s a tiny little girl in the middle of a mental breakdown as her parents cart her away from the bodies of the flying Graysons and their wailing son.

See, Tim Drake wasn’t supposed be a girl. Tim Drake wasn’t supposed to be Theodora Janet Drake, shortened to Timmy because her air headed jackass of a father forgot her name once.

Tim Drake wasn’t supposed to be a woman shoved into a body that wasn’t hers.

By the time Timmy got out her catatonic state of existential crisis, her parental units (faulty parental units) had already left to a dig site a world away. The nanny they’d hired for the three year old had left the slip of a girl in her room, content to just make edible toddler food and spend the day casually checking in on her. The nanny had no concept of stealth, so at least Timmy could hear her thundering footsteps long before she got to Timmy’s room.

She would have been sad, had she not had a full set of memories of a well adjusted adult. In fact, all she felt was relief.

As weird as being comic book character is, Timmy supposed that she should be glad she wasn’t like the original. The dysphoria was already significant, in this tiny body, so pale and white, unlike her calloused and tanned skin she’d come to love. If she was in Tim Drake’s male body…

No, Timmy knew when to count her blessings.

Not that being beholden to Gotham was much of a blessing. Timmy could tell already that whatever had brought her here was going to make sure she stayed. How did she know?

There’s a gamer’s interface hovering on the right of her vision, blaring [WELCOME TO GOTHAM, PLAYER 1!] in annoyingly large white letters.

Timmy sighed and gave in. She tapped the ‘start’ button and the world greyed to a stop.

[ACHIEVEMENT- SO I’M IN ANOTHER UNIVERSE- MET!]

Underneath it, to Timmy’s tired mind, laid the damning and probably helpful:

[TUTORIAL UNLOCKED!]

Timmy tapped the screen again.

[Welcome to Gotham!] The informational screen started. [By now, you’ve realized that you’ve been reincarnated into the lovely and not at all depressing world of Batman!]

Timmy muttered, “Just Batman? Not DC?” She blinked as the informational screen paused its typing before replying to her.

[Right now, you’ve only got the Gotham mode unlocked. Work hard and you can unlock the rest of the world! Maybe even the universe!]

Huh. An interactive interface. Timmy wonders why she’s so calm about this.

[That will all be explained shortly! Please allow for the tutorial to continue and make sure to save your questions for the end!]

Well, Timmy doesn’t want to be rude. She nodded. Interestingly, the interface picked up on both her thoughts and her movements.

[Welcome to Gotham!] It starts again, and Timmy felt a bit of guilt in making it start over. It’s like getting cold called and the caller is just a tired person trying to make their quota for minimum wage and instead of patiently listening to the spiel, Timmy had interrupted so now they had to restart the rehearsed speech. Oof.

[You’ve been reincarnated into the body of our very own Red Robin, Timothy Drake! How exciting! The powers that be, was, and will be has selected your lucky soul to be a beta tester for their relatively new reincarnation roulette!]

See, none of that sounds particularly… “good” for Timmy. Timmy hums as she settled back on the greyed out floor, eyes fixed onto the screen.

[As such, to be the first player deposited in this universe-]

And oh, doesn’t that have some interesting implications.

[The powers that be have decided to grant you a boon! The Gamer’s Exclusive Ultra Package!]

The interface exploded with holographic confetti.

Timmy thought her wife would have loved this… had she not died months before Timmy did.

[Included is the exclusive Gamer’s Mind and Body passive status! You won’t be as traumatized by traumatizing things! A boon, in the hellscape that is Gotham!]

Timmy’s calling it. Whoever wrote this was a total troll. And had a sense of humor she could appreciate. That explained why she’s so… not freaking out about this entire thing.

[It also includes ten lucky draw tickets, with guaranteed five star skills/abilities per ticket! Wow! It’s almost worth getting killed and isekai’ed!]

Timmy snorted and tapped accept.

[And two revival tickets! These can bring any Schmuck dumb enough to get killed, right back to life, with zero drawbacks! To be used on anyone you wish, post tutorial.]

Timmy tilted her head. Useful. She tapped accept.

[Now, you might wonder: ah, why would the de oh so awesome and all powerful gods make me reincarnate here instead of allowing me to enjoy my afterlife with my beautiful wife?]

Timmy stilled, heart in her throat. That’s right… why?

The screen turned red. Ominously, smoke starts to steam out from the side.

[You’ve got blood on your hands, Timmy. That’s hard to wash away.]

The screen blinked back to its neutral blueish-white color.

[That, and it’s because the Powers that be made an oopsie and messed up this world so bad, we needed a soul from a different universe to replace Tim Drake’s. He kept dying! Which meant Batman kept dying! Which meant the entire universe went to shit! But we can’t just cut it off, it’s a main Universe! But nooo, does anyone listen to the admins? Noooo. Of course not! What does the literal administrator know in the face of an all powerful god-!]

Timmy blinked, sympathy welling for this person. This administrator. That sounded rough.

[Ahem. My apologies.] The admin apologized, somehow conveying sheepishness through a screen. Timmy got a notification.

[ACHIEVEMENT- COMMISERATING WITH A CO-WORKER- MET!]

[1,000 Shop Points Granted. Message: You’ve worked under tyrannical bosses too! Kindred Soul!]

“Yeah, it be like that. I’m sorry you had to clean up their messes.” Timmy said.

[I, too, am sorry you were dragged from your afterlife for it.]

The two overworked employees shared a solemn moment.

[Well, then! This brings us to your goal! Keep Batman from killing himself, and fulfill Timothy Drake’s Destiny!]

“And what is his destiny, exactly?”

[To keep Batman from dying, becoming a crime-fighter, get beat up by Jason Todd, and destroy Ra’s al Ghul’s work with explosions!]

“That’s… really specific. I just have to fulfill those?”

[Yes! Not in any particular order, of course. And in any way you see fit!]

That last part was italicized, like the admin knew what was brewing in Timmy’s brain. They probably did.

[And now, please direct your attention to the screen to the right. ]

Four boxes popped up.

SHOP

LUCKY DRAW

QUESTS

PROFILE

[Underneath “Quest” is all of your current objectives! For now, the Tutorial is selected and can not be put on hold!]

Timmy obligingly tapped “QUEST.”

Main Quest: Get Your Shit Together, Batman!

Main Quest: Jason Todd and His “E is rated for Everyone” Hands!

Main Quest: No Crime Under My Watch!

Main Quest: Play Bomberman With A Bunch Of Ninja Assassins Led By A Borderline Immortal Cult Leader!

Main Quest: Tutorial!

Side Quest: Level Up!

Side Quest: Learn a Skill!

Side Quest: Nanny Bye-Bye!

And so on, and so on.

“Woah. Nanny Nye-Bye?” Timmy tapped, clicking away at the reminder that Tutorial could not be paused.

[Side Quest: Nanny Bye-Bye.]

[Your nanny has been embezzling the allowance your parents gave her to feed you! Since your bourgeoisie parents have no sense of how much things should actually cost to eat, you’re stuck eating boxed food and unhealthy things while your nanny goes out for hotpot every other week! The injustice! Get her fired before the month ends!]

[Rewards: 1000 EXP. An approving nod from the scary Draconic Janet Drake. $800 per month.]

[Failure: -2 (permanent) to Health. Your status will be [Malnourished] until 17 years old. A disproving glance from the scary Draconic Janet Drake.]

…

“What the ****?”

[Language filters are unlocked at level five.]

Timmy grumbled.

“What if I need to curse to complete my missions?” She asked.

[Then Player One needs to buy herself a sense of creativity.]

Timmy scowled but moved on. She perused the shop, window shopping as one might say, while asking the Admin some more questions.

“Does the Keep Batman Alive quest have a time limit?”

[Until Damian Wayne has had at least four years of being Robin.]

Timmy nodded, brain whirring with plans.

“Hey, admin?”

[Yes, Player One?]

“If I’m player one, does that mean there will be other players?”

[Yes, Player One. There will be more! But unlike you, their abilities will be based on your feedback of the reincarnation system. Not to mention, they will not be reborn as a predetermined Main Character like yourself. This is because your existence was a result of a cosmic oopsie that had better never happen again or I’m going to rip their star-riddled hides from their cosmic bodies. Does that answer your question, Player One?]

Timmy leaned away from the screen. Intimidating.

“Yep. Thanks.”

[Anytime. Would you like to play the Lucky Draw?]

“Yes, please.”

The Luck Draw Menu was pulled up again. Timmy looked at the amount of tickets she had and shrugged. She tapped the “DRAW ONE” option.

The gacha machine spun and spun until:

[DING! DING! DING! Congratulations! You got a five star skill! Eloquence Beyond Measure!]

Timmy checked it out.

Eloquence Beyond Measure!

[As expected of a true Bristol elite (and not one of those snotty snobs of children running afoot with their parent’s money), you’ve gained the ability to spit fire and ice out of your mouth! What you want to say will always come out of your in a way that benefits you most! Diplomats kneel to your eloquence! Socialites dare not provoke you in fear of your barbed words! You’ll never sound like you don’t know what you’re doing ever again!]

Huh. Timmy grinned.

“Thanks, Administrator. Is the tutorial done? I just had an idea about that Nanny Side-Quest.”

[The last task is to check your profile, Player One.]

“Thanks. You can call me Timmy, you know? We’re in this together now.” Timmy grimaced. She just wanted to rest. Chances are, so did Admin.

[Timmy, then.]

Timmy tapped PROFILE.

Theodora “Timmy” Janet Drake

Level 1 (EXP to Next Level: 500)

Status: Healthy. Alive. Uninjured.

SKILLS: Eloquence Beyond Measure

[STATS]

Timmy sighed and exited out of the window to finish the tutorial. She could peruse the stats later. She’s kind of hungry.

[Now that you’ve finished the basics, the powers that be encourages you to try your best to live out this life and fulfill your destiny! The Prize at the completion of Tim Drake’s destiny will be a reunion! With your beloved wife! Work hard, and she’ll be placed on this earth once more!]

Timmy sat up, throat burning. She could see her wife again? To tell her how she missed her and how much she loved her?

Timmy’s heart burned once more since the death of her wife.

Determination filled her now small body. She’ll wrangle the Bats to therapy kicking and screaming if that’s what it took to meet her beloved wife again.

[CONGRATULATIONS! YOU’VE FINISHED THE TUTORIAL! LEVEL UP! (1000 EXP TO LEVEL THREE)]

[REWARD: A PHONE! 100 SHOP POINTS!]

Timmy dialed the first contact she saw in the phone.

“Hello, this is Theodora Drake. Might I speak to my mother?” Her three year old voice smoothed out, suddenly eloquent and powerful in a way it simply wasn’t before. Eloquence Beyond Measure was proving useful already.

“Yes, of- of course, Miss Drake. Please hold.”

She waited.

“Theodora. What is it, daughter? You know better than to interrupt our digs.”

“Mother, it has come to my attention that my nanny is embezzling money from you. I have been eating boxed mac n’ cheese and only that for the past three days. They cost four dollars each. I would hate for my growth to be stunted.”

Two days later, Janet Drake and Jack Drake stormed into the mansion and threw out the nanny. Janet gives her an approving nod at her sudden eloquence (wow, these people had no idea what children were supposed to be like) and gave her a credit card to use freely.

Rich people. Honestly.

Timmy’s sly gaze was highlighted by the invisible glow of the congratulations banner.