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SVSSS idea #2

In PIDW, Airplane had taken inspiration from Steven Universe and Land of the Lustrous and added gem people into the novel, near to the end of the novel so there wasn't much to learn about them- merely a throwaway paragraph of their creation hidden in 5 chapters of papapa.

So Shen Yuan was surprised when he wakes up with bubble-like green crystal skin and copper seeping from his 'skin'.

『••✎••』

Shen Yuan groaned as he blearily opened his eyes and pushed himself up from the silky bed he was laying on. He sat there for a few moments, sleep clouding his head in a pleasant cotton feeling from a good nights sleep-

wait a minute...

DIDN'T HE DIE?!?!

Hands fly up from where they were fisted in blankets to his throat- he was sure he had been choking on a too-big piece of steamed bun while raging about the final chapter of that damned novel!

CLINK

Clink? Shen Yuan pulled his hands from his throat at the sound, only to see his hands no longer had their typical sickly pale tone, nor the fleshy feel they were supposed to have.

No, instead his hands were a deep green in colour, with bubble-like bands of other shades of green while also having a copper colour in some of the bands. It wasn't just his hands either, it was all the way up his arms and his entire body from what he could tell from a single glance over-

wait- why is he build like a ken doll-

The door to the room creaks open before Shen Yuan's thoughts could run off on their own, revealing an old man [in the sense that anyone above 45 was old in Shen Yuan's eyes as a 19 year old] and a person.... that he honestly couldn't tell the gender of.

"Ah, you're awake." The person spoke first, a clipboard in their hands as they stepped into the room with the old man, walking over to Shen Yuan and pulling out a stool from under the bed. "Good morning, my name is Moisannite. You are in the medical compound of the Lustrous Sect."

As the person spoke, they busied themself by reaching into a desk drawer by the bed and pulling out what looked to be a tin, kind of like the foundations that his meimei used to put on for her make up. Moisannite soon started brushing whatever was in the tin onto his arms, a pigment sticking to his body and covering him with a pale skin-like colour.

The old man who had also entered the room had sat himself down on the opposite side of the bed. Shen Yuan's attention was brought to him when he started speaking, "You must be very confused." He sounded kind, so he probably wasn't some xianxia villain or something like that.

"Let's start from the beginning, shall we?"

『••✎••』

Might add more to this at some point in the future, who knows.

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SVSSS idea #1

So, Shen Yuan died and was thrown into PIDW without any warning or system [lucky him, honestly].

He was a half-demon as well, half ram-demon to be specific. Shen Yuan had woken up in a forest not far away from a village that housed both demons and humans before being found by a shepherd auntie and her herd of demon sheep.

The auntie was kind enough to house him and feed him, so Shen Yuan had to do something for her! Luckily, due to the excess amount of free time that he had in his past life due to his chronic illness making it hard to do much else, Shen Yuan learnt how to crochet- managed to even get stupidly good at before his untimely and embarrassing death.

So he gets to work.

He learns how to spin wool and the auntie is kind enough to provide him with a good wooden crochet hook while he was busy making dyes for the wool using flowers he found while in the forest herb gathering for her cooking.

Honestly, it doesn't take long for Shen Yuan to start, making elaborate table clothes and other various items for her to use as accessories and for objects around the house - really he was just getting used to crocheting again before moving onto the main deal.

He makes her a new robe not long after using a mesh design he had been itching to use again. Obviously an outer robe for fashionable occasions, with a solid blue that faded into a soft green at the bottom thanks to the dyes he made. He would have added more to the robe if he had the time, but it would have to do for now.

Shen Yuan hands her the robe as soon as he can, her surprise very clear since hadn't made anything nearly as big as it in the time he has been crocheting. She knew of some ladies who made things using wool in this way, but only for small things like dolls and doilies, she's never seen anything in the way of clothing but she certainly isn't complaining!

Say A-Yuan, you think you can sell these??

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Paladin Subclass: The Oath of Love

It bothers me that this doesn’t exist, so I home-brewed it. (Almost all the abilities are lifted straight from Oath of Devotion and other official oath rules, but there are a couple tweaks… and yes, picking song titles was the hardest part.)

The Oath of Love commits the paladin to upholding the ideals, expression, and the freedom of romantic love. Where love is forbidden by bigotry or cold calculations, when partners are separated by dangerous circumstance, these paladins aid lovers in need.

Contrary to popular assumption, the Oath of Love prioritizes respect and honesty over the simple start of relationships or their preservation. Love must be mutual and sincere. These paladins may advise and aid a suitor in pursuit of love, but their ideals reject coercion and pressure; the Oath of Love respects rejection. A paladin may rescue a villager’s kidnapped lover from bandits on one day and then free their neighbor from a forced marriage on the next. The use of magic to compel false love is especially detested; many of these paladins joke that their oath hasn’t been cemented until they’ve punched out an enchanter.

TENETS OF LOVE

I’ll Be Your Shelter: Paladins of love protect and aid lovers in need. Rescues, healing, errands, even messages in preservation of love and lovers are the paladin’s duty.

You Can’t Hurry Love: Most challenges to romance can’t be resolved with a sword. The paladin of love stands for those times when a sword is needed, but strives to keep it sheathed.

Truth Hurts: Lies and deception are not the way to love. Charm and enchantments do not win love. Abuse of such magic must be thwarted and punished. Stalking, forced marriage, and abuse are anathema.

Love Stinks: Love cannot be expected of another; rejection must be respected. Possession and obligation are not love. A suitor who will not take “no” for an answer may someday have to answer to a paladin.

CHANNEL DIVINITY (3rd level)

Love Is a Battlefield: As a bonus action, you imbue your weapon with positive energy for one minute. Add your Charisma modifier to attack and damage, minimum +1. Weapon counts as magical for the duration.

No Scrubs:  The Oath of Love has no time for haters. As an action, you present your holy symbol and speak a prayer censuring fiends and undead, using your Channel Divinity. Each fiend or undead that can see or hear you within 30 feet of you must make a Wisdom saving throw. If the creature fails its saving throw, it is turned for 1 minute or until it takes damage.

A turned creature must spend its turns trying to move as far away from you as it can, and it can’t willingly move to a space within 30 feet of you. It also can’t take reactions. For its action, it can use only the Dash action or try to escape from an effect that prevents it from moving. If there’s nowhere to move, the creature can use the Dodge action.

OATH SPELLS:

3rd level: Sanctuary, Healing Word

5th level: Enhance Ability, Lesser Restoration

9th level: Beacon of Hope, Remove Curse

13th level: Aura of Purity, Locate Creature

17th level: Circle of Power, Greater Restoration

Take a Bow: Nothing reveals a false love like this Oath. At 7th level, you and friendly creatures within 10 feet of you can’t be charmed while you are conscious. Anyone currently charmed gains a new saving throw at the end of your turn.

At 18th level, the range of this aura increases to 30 feet.

You Oughta Know: Sooner or later, the rage comes out. At 15th level, whenever you or a creature you can see within 30 feet of you succeeds on an Intelligence, a Wisdom, or a Charisma saving throw, you can use your reaction to deal 2d8 + your Charisma modifier force damage to the creature that forced the saving throw.

Never Gonna Give You Up: At 20th level, your presence on the field of battle is an inspiration to those dedicated to your cause. You can use your action to gain the following benefits for 1 hour:

You have resistance to bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing damage from nonmagical weapons.

Your allies have advantage on death saving throws while within 30 feet of you.

You have advantage on Wisdom saving throws, as do your allies within 30 feet of you.

This effect ends early if you are incapacitated or die. Once you use this feature, you can’t use it again until you finish a long rest.

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Bonus points if he has the diet of a tiger as well. I would probably go into more detail about it at some point but just imagine those blood popsicles that zoo keepers make for the big cats at zoos.

Also just Atsushi (and maybe some of the other agency members when they find out about his diet) having a fridge full of just raw meat and having to reorganise just so kyouka has space for her food.

(this is why Atsushi cannot cook to save his life)

Late night thought about Atsushi. If the orphanage didn't mistreat and starve him, would he have been as muscular as a tiger? Would he also have more tiger instincts and have a stronger connection to Byakko?

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Late night thought about Atsushi. If the orphanage didn't mistreat and starve him, would he have been as muscular as a tiger? Would he also have more tiger instincts and have a stronger connection to Byakko?

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This. This made my face recoil into my stomach- how tf have you not died yet????

"preheat"? dude i dont even HEAT my oven. thats right. im cooking my shit coldstyle. im stretching the definition of "cooking" far beyond its ultimate tensile strength. my chicken breasts are the most gorgeous pink color you've ever seen. they look like rosebuds on the very cusp of blooming. they look like the dawn when you're in love. hospital.

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TWST x Arcane??

I've been working on this crossover idea lately and I wanted to know people's opinions on it first before I start putting a crap-ton of my time on it, so I'm gonna put the basic idea I had for it out here and see if I need to adjust it a bit.

My idea is that Idia, through some way, ends up teleporting to Piltover and gets mistaken for one of the Undercity's criminals due to his flame-hair and gets arrested, only for him to use magic- possibly accidental- and this results in Heimerdinger choosing to take him in as a new student after talking with him about his gadgets and the inventions Idia has made, placing him with Viktor and Jayce to help work out the kinks with hextech [this is a few months before the Progress Day shown in the Arcane series].

Maybe on Progress Day when Jinx steals one of the hex gems, she yoinks the student with flame hair that was working on the gem and equipment around it because it would be fun and she's curious about the fire for hair??

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Person A: Give it back.

Person B: Give what back?

Person A: Give me back my heart.

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Tim Drake's singer disguise

I've been thinking about this for a while. Tim has a few undercover personas from what I've read, and I think this would be a fun idea for anyone who wishes to use it.

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The batfam have to do an undercover mission to target a music-based rogue who was targeting opera singers, so Tim offers to go undercover in order to lure them out.

He gets vocal training lessons thanks to Alfred's knowledge on the matter and recommending a good instructor, and creates a fully legal persona to use for the disguise.

The disguise that Tim goes for is a half mask made of porcelain and a more female look, going by the name 'Florence Hill' and applying to be an opera singer at Gotham's most known theater/opera house.

During the time that Tim is set to perform, the rest of the bats can't be present or the villain will know they are there, so Tim keeps a tracker on him along with a distress beacon.

How this ends up can be anything, I just wanted to write about a Tim who can sing.

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Fright knight the vampire

This is an idea that has been stuck in my head for a few days now.

Fright Knight has a human disguise for when he has to blend in among mortals due to one reason or another, though the disguise triggers the uncanny valley vibes humans get- so Fright Knight is often thought to be a vampire in his human disguise.

In my idea that I had, something happens to Danny and ends up having to be de-aged to newborn or a few months old and put in the care of the royal knight, which is Fright Knight.

Fright Knight goes to Gotham to raise the Crown Prince by the recommendation of Clockwork to keep the Observers from trying to control Danny and he meets Dr. Jonathan Crane not even a few hours after arriving when he attacks the city with a new strain of fear gas.

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In this AU, Gotham is full of ambient ectoplasm but it's severely diluted and unpure, so Fright Knight will have to use his own ectoplasm to feed the baby halfa- which is in the form of his disguise's blood :D

That also leads to Fright Knight having to directly take ectoplasm from the highly liminal citizens of the city- further making it seem as if he is a vampire [he mostly feeds on the fear that comes with the ectoplasm]

So I imagine Scarecrow finding Fright Knight just relishing in the fear toxin and chomping on a fear gassed human and going: 👀 *slides over with new fake legal documents for the pretty vampire and their newborn*

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If we go the Walker is Maddie's dad route- then that means he too also has a tale of when he met the love of his life through violence.

Walker: I met my love on a prison yard- another guard, not a prisoner. They managed to knock out three prisoners twice their size and incapacitate six other smaller prisoners with broken bones. Hottest thing I ever saw-

The person who questioned him: Y'all are freaky- but nice romance-

It's a Fenton thing

A lot of Dead on Main fics have Danny and Jason get together over some form of violence and have it be how ghost courtship works.

Sometimes it's kicking someone's ass. Sometimes it's kicking ass on their behalf. Sometimes it's about making a point of showing off your ass-kicking skills in front of them.

It's all fun. It's all valid.

But what if, hear me out, it was not a ghost courtship thing but was a Fenton courtship thing.

How many times has Jack Fenton said "Man that's hot" in response to Maddie kicking ass?

Do you see my vision?

Jason going on a rampage when his enemies kidnap Danny. Danny swooning so hard it takes him a minute to remember how to phase the restraints off. Then he bounds over to fight by his boyfriend's side with a big, lovestruck grin with just a hint of viciousness.

Both of them showing off their combat skills for the other to admire.

At some point, someone asks if it's a ghost thing, and One of the Fentons replies "no, that's just how hotness works," at the same that a ghost replies "no, they're just like that."

Imagine a universe where Jazz's first crush was on the one other kid in her karate class who could best her as often as she beat them.

Imagine the Fentons having a colorful history of falling in love on battlefields and in underground fighting rings.

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Alfred's Relative??

It had been three days since the letter addressed to Alfred had come through the mail. From what Alfred had told them, it was a letter from his father saying that he would be stopping by the manor to visit him.

Tim had wanted to run checks on the letter since it was ‘suspicious’ that Alfred’s father was only writing to him now and was planning on visiting, but the old butler shut it down fairly quickly by telling him about how his father was busy and unable to send any letters or call for years.

Since neither Tim nor anyone else in the batfam had any reason to doubt Alfred’s words on the matter it was quickly dropped, though they were all waiting for the day the butler’s father turned up to see who raised the man who kept them all- in his best ability- alive.

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The day was like most  others, Damian was busy tending to his pets early that morning, Tim was awake for the whole night and had crashed with his laptop still running his research despite him being out cold. Jason was staying the night due to Alfred’s insistence and was getting ready to leave when the doorbell of the manor rang out.

Since Jason was closer to the door than Alfred, who was busy in the kitchen prepping food for the rest of the manor’s residents, Jason went to open the door. He had heard from Dick about Alfred’s father coming to visit, so the doorbell ringing was most likely him.

From how old Alfred was, he was honestly expecting some frail old man, that would be a more likely choice then dead- which is obviously not the case if he is supposed to be visiting.

…

Jason was wrong apparently, because there was no way that this young man with a build similar to Bruce’s but more lean was Alfred’s father- there was no way.

“Can I help you?” Jason quirked an eyebrow as the man looked at him in surprise(was that concern mixed in there?) before snapping out of that look.

“Ah! Sorry, I sent a letter to my son a few days ago that I would be visiting- Is Alfred here?” The man gave Jason a smile -with clearly too-sharp teeth. This was a record scratch to Jason, quite literally since the man looked like he was Dick’s age, maybe a bit older but still.

“Wait what-”

“Master Jason, who may be at the door this early in the morning?” Alfred’s voice sounded out behind him, and there was a brief moment when Jason was turning to look at the butler where there was a sudden gust of wind before he saw the man at the door now hugging Alfred who was halfway across the foyer.

“Oh my Ancients! You’ve grown so much since I last saw you little Alf!” The man squealed as he began looking Alfred over. It was… an odd sight to see, especially when the man in question was his apparent father but looked half his age.

“Ah- yes father. It has been a few years” Alfred was still as collected as he usually was when he spoke, but it was clear that he was comfortable despite the man pinching his cheeks and cooing with an almost inhuman trill to his voice.

What in the Lazarus pits is this guy’s deal?

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Alfred was just about finished putting the boy’s arm back together and was working on connecting it back to his body when the boy woke up with a start. The old butler stopped his movements to put the arm back on as the boy seemed to take note of his surroundings before focusing on Alfred sat to the side of him.

“Where am I?” The boy was hesitant when speaking, almost as if he was unsure that he was supposed to speak. This set off a few more alarms in Alfred’s head if the broken off limbs and shattered window weren’t alarms enough.

“You’re at Wayne Manor, young man.” Alfred spoke as he put down the arm in his hands. “Would you like to tell me why you crashed through the kitchen window in pieces?” The boy froze slightly at his question and Alfred raised an eyebrow as he moved to the bedside table that held the bonding agent that he had been using to put the shards of crystal together.

The boy hesitated for a moment, before answering the butler, “I was running from the GIW-” That was a name that Alfred wasn’t familiar with, even with his vast knowledge of organizations thanks to the batcomputer.

“The GIW? Could you tell me more about them? Are they dangerous?” Alfred spoke calmly as he began to apply the bonding agent to the broken off arm in preparation to put the arm back into place, with the boy watching his every move with cautious eyes.

“They’re the Guys In White- or Ghost Investigation Ward. They’re a government organization that are hunting down ghosts-” The boy was still hesitant to speak, though he allowed Alfred to carefully lift his broken arm in order to connect the broken off part of his arm back on, bandages soon following to hold the reattached arm in place.

Arm down, legs to go.

Alfred got to work getting the shards in the right places as the boy looked at him doing so. “That seems very illegal, even if ghosts are speculated to be merely tales” Alfred spoke in a calm tone as he began to apply a bonding agent to the shards, carefully putting pieces together to form one of the broken apart legs.

“It isn’t, it’s a law letting them hunt us without any consequences.” The boy spat out the words like they personally offended him, and to be frank Alfred would have done the same in his youth

“I am truly sorry for what has happened to you” Alfred looked up at the boy who was now sat up on the bed, his good arm being the one used to push himself up.

“It isn’t your fault though- just, could you please not tell the GIW that I’m here?” The boy seemed almost hesitant as he spoke, as if Alfred would contact them when he was done putting him back together. “I can leave as soon as you’re done helping me back together if you want-”

Alfred held up his hand for the boy to stop, which the boy thankfully did so. “Young man, I wouldn’t expect you to leave after being put back together. You are free to stay if you wish.” He smiled warmly at the boy, who looked skeptical of his response. “You may even help me around the manor if you would like to do something. I’m getting on in my years and would appreciate the extra pair of hands.”

The boy looked at him for a moment before giving Alfred a small smile, “I’d like that… If you’ll have me”.

Alfred sighed in relief at the boy’s acceptance of his offer before clapping his hands together, “Alright then. Now, let's get your legs back in one piece and onto you.”

There's a boy in shards that just crashed through the kitchen window.

Normally Alfred would be on the defensive at an intruder, much less one that shattered the glass of the kitchen window and got glass everywhere. But he was caught off guard by how young the intruder looked and the fact that he had two crystal-like breaks where his legs and one arm used to be, with even more hairline and large cracks and breaks on the rest of him.

The boy(?) had tumbled into the polished floor and a bag of what looked to be green and black crystals fell out of his remaining arm, the boy himself looking around the kitchen almost frantically before stopping on Alfred.

"Help- please-" Was all the boy said before passing out on the floor, definitely injured but not bleeding. Alfred went over to the boy without much thought, assessing the amount of damage the boy had sustained.

It was bad given that the boy seemed to be made of the crystals and his three broken off limbs were in the bag of crystals just in multiple sections- Alfred thinks that he could see a pinkie finger and an index in the mess of shards.

After the quick assessment, Alfred got to work. He knew that Master Bruce and the children would be more concerned about where the crystal boy had come from before even attempting to piece him back together, but Alfred didn't think he would have to worry about that- so taking him to the servant quarters that were mostly unused except for his own room was the option he chose. Going into the laundry room to grab one of the clean sheets was the first thing he did, in order to gather the boy's pieces to easily transport them- Alfred could deal with putting him together once he got the boy to a better spot than the kitchen floor.

(During this time, Alfred wonders if the boy minded doing some housework or gardening- he seemed desperate to get away from something so maybe?)

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There's a boy in shards that just crashed through the kitchen window.

Normally Alfred would be on the defensive at an intruder, much less one that shattered the glass of the kitchen window and got glass everywhere. But he was caught off guard by how young the intruder looked and the fact that he had two crystal-like breaks where his legs and one arm used to be, with even more hairline and large cracks and breaks on the rest of him.

The boy(?) had tumbled into the polished floor and a bag of what looked to be green and black crystals fell out of his remaining arm, the boy himself looking around the kitchen almost frantically before stopping on Alfred.

"Help- please-" Was all the boy said before passing out on the floor, definitely injured but not bleeding. Alfred went over to the boy without much thought, assessing the amount of damage the boy had sustained.

It was bad given that the boy seemed to be made of the crystals and his three broken off limbs were in the bag of crystals just in multiple sections- Alfred thinks that he could see a pinkie finger and an index in the mess of shards.

After the quick assessment, Alfred got to work. He knew that Master Bruce and the children would be more concerned about where the crystal boy had come from before even attempting to piece him back together, but Alfred didn't think he would have to worry about that- so taking him to the servant quarters that were mostly unused except for his own room was the option he chose. Going into the laundry room to grab one of the clean sheets was the first thing he did, in order to gather the boy's pieces to easily transport them- Alfred could deal with putting him together once he got the boy to a better spot than the kitchen floor.

(During this time, Alfred wonders if the boy minded doing some housework or gardening- he seemed desperate to get away from something so maybe?)

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Alfred has a relative???

Recently, Alfred had received a letter from a 'relative' of his for reasons unknown to the batfam. Alfred seemed happy about it so none of them minded too much, even when the butler said that said relative would be visiting since they hadn't been able to see each other in many years.

A few days later there is a knock on the manor's door and one of the batkids opens it to see this young adult dressed in modern yet formal attire asking if Alfred lives there.

They assume that the man is a cousin or something similar of Alfred's, until the man all but squeals like a banshee at the sight of the butler and beelines for him before doting on him.

None of them were prepared for the young adult- if he even is one at this point- to call Alfred "his boy" and for Alfred to refer to him as "father/papa".

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*knock on the door*

Tim: *opens door* hello?

Danny: Hi, does Alfred Pennyworth live/work here?

Tim: Yes??? Why do you ask?

Danny: Well you see-

Alfred: Young master Tim, who might be at the door?

Danny: *Squeals* My little Alfie!!

Tim, watching Danny rush over to Alfred and start pinching his cheeks: what the-

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Reanimated AU

Band name - "Reanimated"

First drawing (drawn by both myself and @The_Art_Imp on Instagram).

Danny's stage persona "Crown Prince"

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The High King and Talons

This is sort of like Ghost (the band), but it's Danny and his collection of talons who started following him instead of the Court of Owls. Danny decides to start a band with the talons so that they learn to be their own people and have fun doing it.

The Batfam are confused at the new band that started up in Gotham with at least 10 talons playing music and singing in it.