#Black Parade AU

[tea-and-vodka]

DP x DC Black Parade AU (inspired by... well... The Black Parade by MCR)

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Constantine had mentioned an event known as The Black Parade, or The Spirits' Travel, something Batman had never heard of outside his own music habits (that he would never admit to).

[SOMETHING SOMETHING, BATCLAN MEMBERS PLUS J.C. END UP AT A CLIFF TO WATCH THE EVENT]

Dick watched the stars as he stood dangerously close to the edge, clearly awestruck. Damian was not as interested by them. The stars only brought back memories made bitter and painful by loss, memories of him and his brother when they were little.

"Uh, what's that noise?"

The Bats and Birds immediately snapped to attention at Duke's words, alert for any potential threats. A faint repetitive drumming could be heard, like what one would expect from the lead drummer in a marching band.

Constantine huffed in amusement as he flicked the excess ash off of his cigarette before making a vague remark about the parade approaching. As he brought the cigarette to his lips, toxic-green whisps began to curl up from the ground before dissipating, a slow wave of appearances starting from their lefts and spreading rightward as the drumming drew closer.

"What is this, Constantine?" Batman questioned, though it sounded more like a cross between a growl and a threat.

"Exactly what you signed up for, Bats. Now, I'd recommend that you all stand back for this; you wouldn't want to be taken them." He retorted, gesturing with his half-gone cigarette off towards where the drumming seemed to be coming from.

The vigilantes' heads snapped over to the left, internally startled by what they saw.

A massive, glowing green parade was coming towards them, moving through the air like an Asian dragon. It was populated with obviously non-human people, dancing, flying, twirling, laughing, and playing as they continued through the sky. Many were playing a wide variety of instruments or singing, but it all blended together into a happy, content, but somber melody. The green whisps twirled and drifted through the air around them like anti-gravity confetti, along with chittering blobs of the same color and red beady eyes. But one thing caught Damian's attention quickly.

"Why are they glowing Lazarus-green?" He snapped at the blonde.

"It's ectoplasm, kid. Lazarus is just corrupted ectoplasm." Constantine responded calmly.

Left with more questions than answers, Damian turned his attention back to the ghosts that were now flying directly past the group. Some waved as they flew past, including a few children that made Bruce and Dick's hearts clench.

Near the end of the precession, they heard a faint, young voice that caught their attentions, though not more than Damian's.

"Wait up, Cujo!"

As the end of the parade approached, so did a young, white-haired, bright green-eyed teenager flying after a Lazarus-green dog. He laughed as the dog suddenly turned around from the chase, jumping off of nothing and into his arms. The teen smiled widely as he drifted along, holding the puppy closely.

As the ghost got closer, Damian ran to the edge of the cliff, only held back by a startled Dick.

"DANYAL!!" He shouted, reaching out for the boy.

The ghost's head snapped up, looking directly at Damian with shock written across his features. The dog leapt from his arms, bounding away and into the crowd. As green eyes locked onto a domino mask, he spoke almost breathlessly.

"Dami?"

Tears threatened to escape Damian's eyes as he reached out desperately for the other boy, held back by his brother along with Constantine as well. "DANYAL!"

The white-haired boy's eyes widened as he seemingly came to a realization. "DAMI!" He yelled, attempting to fly to Damian as he reached for him. Some of the other ghosts nearby wheeled around as they noticed what he was trying to do, a few grabbing him.

One with long blue hair(?) and a guitar had him held on one side as they quickly began to speak to him. "Woah there, Babypop! Stay together, you know how dangerous it is to get separated!"

The teen in their arms shook his head as tears streamed down his face, slowly being pulled farther from his black-haired counterpart. "NO, NO, PLEASE! DAMIAN!!" He nearly begged, reaching out as far as he could.

Damian had nearly slashed through the men holding him, his father having to join in to keep him back as he thrashed in their holds. Face twisted in emotional agony, he shouted once more. "DANNY!!"

"I'LL FIND YOU! I PROMISE! I'LL FIND YOU!" Danny shouted as his spot in the parade drew closer and closer to a portal that had opened outside of the humans' collective notice. "STAY SAFE; I WILL FIND YOU-!" Cut off by the portal, the last traces of the collective of ghosts disappeared.

Swirling itself out of existence, the portal disappeared with all of the fight left in the youngest vigilante. He collapsed to the ground, silent and nearly unmoving.

"Baby Bat?" Dick asked, concern lacing his tone. When his brother didn't respond, he gently reached out, slowly pulling him into a hug. When he didn't get a response, he held him closer.

"Robin."

Neither Damian nor Dick responded in any way to Bruce's prompting.

"Who was that?"

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Sorry for how rough this is, I just wanted to get the idea out before I forgot! Essentially, Danny and Damian are twins, and when they were, like, four, Danny got dunked in the Lazarus Pits but didn't come back up from it, instead being taken through the Infinite Realms for a few moments before getting flung back out through another, smaller rift between dimensions. He was found by Jazz while the Doctors Fenton were out doing their ghost hunting thing. They adopted him and that was that.

[chrollohearttags]

me: *despising content with kids and pregnancy*

also me: *daydreaming about girl dad!ace and uncles!luffy + sabo with their precious niece

[abnormalcleric]

[angelsdean]

THE END: an album by CASTIEL 

Solo artist CASTIEL releases his fifth studio album, THE END, a concept album that follows the doomed romance of the Fallen Angel and Fearless Leader, set in a post-apocalyptic world ravaged by a zombie-plague. Many speculate the album is semi-autobiographical, fictionalizing the famed fall-out between CASTIEL and former bandmates of the now-defunct punk band, TEAM FREE WILL. During their run, it was rumored that CASTIEL and frontman, Dean Winchester, were romantically involved. Fans of CASTIEL theorize that the “Fearless Leader” in THE END is a stand-in for Dean Winchester. Fans also point to track 9 “DEVIL IN DETROIT” as a reference to the city where TEAM FREE WILL played their final show before the band’s breakup. Another clue can be found in the opening song, “WELCOME TO THE END”, which states that the year is 2014, which fans will know is the year TEAM FREE WILL broke up, of course. 

Regardless of the real life circumstances that influenced the album, THE END stands out as a masterpiece in storytelling, weaving a tale of love, betrayal, sacrifice, grief, passion, resentment and at its core...a deep longing to turn back the clock. CASTIEL has done it again, putting his heart and soul into each song, the raw emotion heard in every note of his signature rumbling voice. This album brings CASTIEL back to his punk roots with an iconic sound and style that were absent on his recent albums. TFW fans will feels the nostalgia and new fans are in for a treat. If you have yet to listen to THE END don’t wait! THE END IS HERE. 

THE END is PRODUCED by ZACHARIAH ADLER.  RECORDED at SANDOVER STUDIOS.  WRITTEN and PERFORMED by CASTIEL.  DISTRIBUTED by ANGEL RECORDS. All Rights Reserved.

➥endverse, emerald, emo/popunknatural for @carveredlund’s 1k celebration

[isasblackparadeau]

“bury me in all my favorite colors

my sisters and my brothers, still

i will not kiss you”

cancer - my chemical romance

[gerardwaygirlmoments]

AU where the members of MCR were born around the 1920s and become a blues band in the 1940s after Gerard witnesses the Bombing of Pearl Harbor

[houndskennel]

errrmm, something about my chemical romance.

[lady-wallace]

The Sharpest Lives (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

Okay this is a bit of a weird one XD So my discord server did a challenge where we wrote something based off of a song and I had originally had a different idea but then this one just randomly popped out of nowhere and wouldn't let me go, so...yeah. I hope you enjoy this weird AU.

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As Abbacchio lays dying, a casualty of his own consequences, a black-haired reaper shows up to tell him just how damned he is. But maybe there's still a chance that both of these lost souls will find peace. (Inspired by The Black Parade by My Chemical Romance)

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Read on Ao3

Read on FF.net

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Excerpt and Illustrations under cut!

It ended the same way it started: the concussive sound of gunshots, the impact that sent him reeling, and Abbacchio knew, as he fell to the ground, that this was it. That this was The End.

He felt the impact of the concrete below him, the numbness spreading, the taste of copper in the back of his throat, as everything started to fade out.

"No," he whispered past the blood in his throat. "N-not yet…I…"

He reached a hand up, clawing, but there was no strength left in him. Darkness came in, a poison bleeding into his veins, and he fell.

A gasp.

Leone Abbacchio heaved a breath as he surged upright, launching himself from the ground, so light of body he staggered. What had happened? He could have sworn he…

Leone turned around and horror crept through him as he saw a figure lying on the ground in a pool of blood, twitching, blood dribbling out of his mouth, staining the black lipstick that painted his mouth into a hard line, a shock of white hair visible against the dinginess of the alley.

"That's…impossible…" he breathed, hands coming up to his chest, but this form of him was not bleeding out, nor were there bullet holes in his clothing and chest. What the hell was happening?

"Figured it out yet?"

Leone spun around to see a figure lounging on top of a couple crates on one side of the alley. A figure in black, like a carrion bird, perched there waiting for his chance to feed. raven black hair was pulled back from his face, a few rakish bangs hovering over otherworldly blue eyes that sent shivers down Leone's spine.

"What?" he asked, still obviously in shock. Was this a dream—a nightmare? He had no idea. His brain was reeling.

"Haven't you heard the news?" The figure in black grinned as he pushed himself off the crate and stepped jauntily over to Leone as if he were enjoying all of this like some bizarre show, soaking up Leone's confusion as if he were dying of thirst. He jabbed Leone in the center of the chest. "You're dead."

[missr3n3]

I have a small headcanon of CDTA!Adam:

He likes the sound of a piano because it can be calming but it can also be destructive, like him.

Mmmmmm bye

very interesting idea! i always imagined that he's into pretty heavy music because i like projecting my music taste onto my faves because it would cut through his "intrusive thoughts", but this is also a cool idea!

[azurdlywisterious]

Boone would listen to my chemical romance if given the chance

[timaeusterrored]

Very Vincent core today with my Jean jacket and my hair tied back and the MCR t-shirt under it

[agentsquirrelsgotrobots]

Quickshadow was a sly bitch.

Charlie knew of her from Heatwave, who once drunkenly confessed that he had an on and off again relationship with her and described how she had severe ptsd and how careful he had to be to keep her from having a flashback from any little noise or movement. He had gotten very descriptive, and with the help of some b grade nuke and some careful visual suggestions, Charlie was confident that he could kill two birds with one stone.

Err, well, stage a murder suicide by priming a slightly suicidal, ex special ops agent to mutilating her boyfriend's corpse and then killing herself.

(fanfic jazz's anything goes special ops, not just strike teams and data harvesting. This one's dark folks, the tags are the tags)

Let's just say it went better than Charlie had hoped.

He lured her to Griffin Rock by sending a very concerning comm from Heatwave's hacked comm link, making him sound like he was having a mental crisis.

Once the nuke was in her body and she saw Heatwave's artificially flickering eyes swinging from the warehouse rafters, she went ballistic, using her old, expired service medical kit as she tried to close the wound on Heatwave's graying body.

When she came off of the nuke enough to understand that Heatwave was already dead, she grabbed her service weapon, nuzzled Heatwave's cheek, and blew her own processor out.

As expected, her life signal going out lead to Jazz and Ratchet investigating, finding the two lovers in the warehouse and driving to the firehouse personally to deliver the news.

Of course, everyone played their part, the right people breaking down and staying stoic. Blades blubbered out the right information that Heatwave hadn't returned from what he had described to be errands.

The transcripts from the deceased comm links backed up his story, and the two were taken away to be prepared for a double funeral, which the whole Burns family showed up for.

It was a quiet affair, Optimus preaching in a droning cybex before blessing Heatwave's stone sarcophagus.

Quickshadow was an atheist, so Jazz set a stone tablet detailing Quickshadow's decorated military service before they were set inside a cave in a canyon in rural Nevada.

[renzzbeanzz]

Traditional arts you

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Cassia Potter ✤ Black Parade

Girl, when you grow up, would you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?

Cassia Potter had to die, simple as that.  Harry would be safe, relatively speaking, in the muggle world but there was no way that Petunia would ever take in a baby girl who looked so much like her despised – deceased – sister.  But Cassia Potter could not be safe in the wizarding world, so Cassia Potter had to die.  And so, she did, on October 31st, 1981.

And on November 1st, Cassia Snape came to be.  And Cassia Snape was loved.  For the next ten years, she grew up with a doting father, raised on stories about both of her parents, finding a family and a home within the walls of Hogwarts, and learning how to bide her time and stay ahead of the plans everyone else had for her future.

For ten years, Cassia Potter was mourned and Cassia Snape was thriving, right up until September 1st, 1991, when it was time for Cassia Potter to start her first year at Hogwarts.

Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non-believers, the plans that they have made?

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[isasblackparadeau]

mama

[seekerstone]

having hyper specific aus for your own ocs is torture actually because sometimes im like ouughoughouguughghough i am Unwell abt this. but there’s no one who will get it