#maybe au

[a1z4artzy]

Behold! Camp Counselor Peri and Devious Camper Dev 🌲⭐ I hope others see my vision- I miss Camp Camp Dadvid moment and now there's no future for that to continue (RIP Roosterteeth). I'm unsure if I'm grasping the father-son bond too desperately… oh what am I saying, I'M DESPERATE FOR GIRL FAILURE DAD PERI PLS 😫🙏 and my boy Dev deserves to have a dad that steps up for him 😔💜 Also, feel free to make AU or headcanon outta this hehe

[tmatransgender]

btw i like COTL too :3 there all so neurodivergent and gay and have religious trauma i can't help it RAAHHH

btw lambert has pupils i swear i forgot to add them 😰

[darkcatsfireart]

Elatha, god of the Hound Moon

Rarely called the lonely prince, or Voideyes, but most know Elatha as Hound, forever chasing the twin Moon Dancers across the cosmos. His Aunts, who are his superiors and are quite cruel to the weak, small moon god, have to literally summon him most of the time, making Elatha's debt endless to them. There is nothing he can do that would earn his freedom from that debt, so they force him to do things for them that are borderline dangerous, often humiliating, abusive, and keeps him under their control. Very few mortals know him as more then Hound, due to his Aunts refusing to allow him to be in any other shape but his hound one, in public.

Elatha is very lonely, when he's not summoned to the Palace, he's stuck in a realm connected to his moon, and only has the company of two loyal hounds granted to him by his mother and a rabbit from his father before his parents left him to his Aunt's care (they still are alive but they have very little connection to their son and are very busy and distant). As such Elatha tends to daydream a lot, and read every single romance novel he can.

[nyx-fajhitassssss]

This aroace has permanently been burned into my soul.

[softquietsteadylove]

hello! can you write a shy thena creeping into bed with gil at night, because she feels cold and is not able to sleep?

love your fics!

Gil shivered, waking up for not nearly the first time that night. They had just settled in the north, as was necessary, since the top half of the continent was terribly vast. But it was freezing cold, and winter hadn't even truly set in yet.

He had even fruitlessly suggested they stay on the Domo for this part of their journey, but knew their days of getting stay on their much more comfortable homeship were behind them. Human societies were too advanced to write off the ship as something of godly design.

But he was worried about Thena.

She got cold so easily, not that she would admit to it any faster than she would admit to getting hurt in battle or that she was cranky because she was tired, or hungry. But he could tell that she felt sluggish and drained from the chill in the air.

It didn't surprise him, given how light boned she was. Sersi was also struggling with the harsh winds and snow, but she basically spent all her time either in Ikaris' coat with him or transmuting all the snow around her into dandelion seeds.

Makkari was her own source of warmth, every cell in her body moving at such a speed that even when dormant she was like an engine left idle. Druig was taking full advantage, constantly draping over her.

Thena likewise had become much more cuddly in the cold, and Gil had no complaints about that. She was like a lizard, he theorized; the cold made her energy slow to move through her veins, so she had to preserve her strength.

Every time they were done with a battle she would drag herself inside heavily, shoulders sagging, eyes tired. And he would receive her, letting her collapse onto him however she liked. She would say that she was just tired, but he would feel her trembling as she attempted burrow into his arms.

No one gave her too much of a hard time about it. Maybe at first, but once discovering she didn't even have it in her to bark at them about it they left her alone, genuinely worried about her well being.

Gil blinked up at the ceiling of his room. The accommodations were nice, and the humans were clearly versed in how to weather the wind and the snow. But it was going to take more than a month to get used to it.

His door opened.

There were no steps to be heard, and he immediately knew it was Thena, even with his eyes closed. She was silent and deadly--the Warrior Eternal. But he did hear a slight clattering. He laid still, focusing on what it could be. It got closer.

Her teeth were chattering inside her mouth.

His poor Thena was freezing. Why was she so cold? She had a luxurious room, same as the rest of them. It should have had a fireplace and plenty of blankets and thick furs to keep her warm. What had dragged her out of bed?

Thena stopped a few paces away from him. Now that she was here, she was hesitating. She paced on the thick rug a few times. Her fur robe was the only sound besides his breathing, which he was trying to keep even.

Usually she would be able to tell he was awake already. She really wasn't herself in the cold.

Thena inched closer to his bed, still shaking in just the chill of the night air. It wasn't as if she could fall ill, but she just seemed incapable of attaining warmth, let alone keeping it. Or rather, her methods when left alone were...lacking.

Gil feigned stretching in his sleep, lifting up an arm out from under the blanket and above his head. He even turned his head away slightly, at the cost of peeking at Thena while trying to pretend he was still asleep. But he'd used this trick before.

As he'd suspected, the temptation was too much for her. Slowly and tentatively, he felt her get closer. She really gave off no warmth with her mere presence, like a ghost appearing at his bedside. But he felt the bed shift as she tried to climb in beside him. She shimmied the blankets, trying both not to wake him and not to let out too much heat in the process.

This was taking too long.

Gil stretched for real this time, shifting the other way and pulling her into the bed and under the covers with him. He moved one of his legs and tucked both of hers under it for good measure, fully enveloping her slight frame.

Thena didn't struggle, only resituating herself as much as needed. Once her head was on the pillow and under his chin enough, she sighed. "Gil?"

Caught--of course, he expected nothing less from his Warrior. "Sh, Gil's sleeping."

She let out a tiny breath of a laugh, the puff of air hitting the hollow of his throat. "I'm sorry I woke you."

He pulled her closer, settling his arms around her and holding her to his chest. He had more than enough warmth to go around (if it was for her). "Wake me sooner, next time."

She was rolling her eyes, he just knew it. "I was trying not to wake you at all."

He smiled in the dark, against her plume of hair. He could feel her warming up already, her hands pressing against his chest. "Always come to me if you're cold."

Thena didn't say anything. But, eventually, he felt her shimmy closer to him, pressing her face into his shoulder. Her hand slowly dragged from resting over his heart to his back, clutching at his shirt. Whatever she was about to say she didn't want him to see her say it--she probably barely wanted him to hear it at all. "What if I'm not cold?"

He grinned, and she could probably feel it against the top of her head. She nuzzled in closer. Thena wasn't really one for shyness, but that didn't mean she didn't have her moments. And for all he was happy to offer her, it was always actually being the one to ask that made something bashful come over her. "Come to me anyway."

Thena was quiet for another few moments. "I just couldn't get warm in that bed. I even tried lying right next to the fire, but then my back was cold."

Of course she'd tried that. She'd probably gotten as close as she could without lying on top of the flames and cooking herself alive. He was always telling her not to get too close to dangerous things, like open flames, or snakes. Just because he could reach into flaming hot ovens didn't mean she could (no matter how competitive she felt about denying that).

Gil moved his face, nuzzling against her. Her nose was freezing cold too, because of course it was. He gave her a squeeze, "no need for that when you have me."

The hand that was still on his chest curled into a fist as well, bunching up his shirt and pulling it closer to her chin. She really was feeling shy about crawling into bed with him.

As much as he thought it was cute that she was feeling fidgety, he spared her the need to ask. "Just come to bed with me, next time, Then you won't waste time trying to get warm by yourself."

Thena pressed her forehead to to his collarbone. If only knew how warm he made her without even trying.

[ideas-ideasideasideas]

Batman gives each of his Robins a different code to use when they’re in trouble and need immediate extraction. He promises that when they call, he’ll drop everything just to get to them, come hell or high water.

Jason, during his time with the League, shares his code with Damian, to be used “only in the direst of circumstances, when you have exhausted all other options.” He doesn’t know if Bruce will answer, given how fractured their relationship was before he died, but it is better than nothing. Every tool counts when they live such dangerous lives.

Damian uses it exactly once, and Bruce, who still feels the loss of his son like a yawning chasm in his chest, responds to it even though he knows it can’t be Jason because Jason’s dead. What he finds, instead of Jason, is a boy in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-small feet, with a face that Bruce sees himself and Talia in, requesting asylum from a grandfather who wishes to possess his body. Bruce doesn’t question how this boy who is so clearly his son knew the code. Talia al Ghul is resourceful and places family above all; the code is not beyond her abilities to discover, and she is not above using Bruce’s desperate love for his dead son to ensure that hers does not meet the same fate.

Bruce takes Damian in, because of course he does, and since Jason is dead he allows Damian to keep using the code. After all, it’s not like Jason is alive to use it, right? If someone uses the code, there’s no one it could be but Damian, right?

The next time the code is used, Bruce traces the location to Gotham even though Damian was supposed to be in Bludhaven visiting Dick. But whatever happened that resulted in Damian being in Gotham can wait, because he has already failed one son and he will not fail another, his son is in trouble and he needs to get to him, he needs to—

What he finds, instead of Damian, is a boy (just eighteen, too young, but also too old, but also he will always be a boy to him) in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-large feet (when had he gotten so big), wearing the face of his dead son.

(Who, maybe, just maybe, may no longer be so dead.)

[sabertoothwalrus]

UHMMMMM what if T4T labru

[beybuniki]

i need dabi to experience the trials of being a stay-at-home adult son

[noodles-and-tea]

twins in time continuation of that blue doodle comic thingy, but fidd is forced to take care of stan when Ford gets into the portal stuff, leaving him behind.

I reckon he teaches him math…

[erinwantstowrite]

while im here im going to try and convince you guys to write more "Tim Drake joining the Batfam late" aus because it's underrepresented

like, i love the fics where he joins early. that's cute! but a fic where he joins late for whatever reason??? i eat it up like a cat starved for attention. i want Tim Drake being the "perfect" heir to Drake Industries and being known as the polite, well adjusted young man that everyone knows. and then turn around and find out that Tim has not only been stalking the Bats under their radar since he was, what, 9 years old? but on top of that, he's started solving cases that they can't get to. Tim who stalked so hard he learned where they learned their martial arts and went "backpacking across europe" only to have actually been learning from Shiva. Tim who has become an urban legend to the Batfam because they can't tell if this vigilante exists or not, since they never catch him, they don't have footage on him, etc. Or if they DO know him, they don't even think to put Tim Drake in the suspect pool because Tim Drake whined for an hour when he broke a nail at a charity event once. the kid is smart, sure, but he's not going out at night fighting crime and solving cases that Batman didn't know about yet.

even better if Tim named his vigilante persona an adjacent name to the Robin mantle. him knowing he can't BE Robin (perhaps Jason hadn't died in this au) but he could be a hero that helps them from the shadows

and obviously he makes a mistake of some kind... maybe he saves someone at an event as Tim Drake and Bruce sees how little hesitation he had. or maybe he gets injured and can't get up himself, and that's when a Bat or a Robin or someone finds this vigilante they almost thought was a myth: bloody, broken, and needing help. pick him up and take him home and then there are endless possibilities to what happens next but the ending BETTER be Tim finding his home with his people

[raphaerolo]

Brontosaurus means thunder lizard you see

This is in my mind the first time either of them bring up marriage or weddings, Obi-Wan comes out of nowhere with it and Cody just rolls with it

[joshuamj]

Okay, but what if EoW!Zelda had to impersonate Link

[ariart0]

(20k request on twitter/X)

Rockstar BK & fan Dk 💥

[diminuel]

Crocodile, have mercy on Dragon. He doesn't want to think about that.

I had a stupid thought regarding all the pictures Garp has up in his house in the Stinky Child comics (including Roger's wanted poster) and had to run with it.

Did he have relations with Roger? Who knows, I'm leaving this up to you. X'D

I tried drawing young Roger without his moustache but he looked naked.

(Here's another comic about this topic!)

[plainclothesdisaster]

Danny’s on the Suicide Squad. He’s the defacto team moral compass and ray of sunshine. He plays the role of the camp counselor that keeps everyone in line. He’s not afraid of working with even the gnarliest of baddies.

Everybody on the team wonders how he ended up locked up with the villains- he never talks about what he did to end up behind bars no matter how much they pester him. Then one day they’re out on a mission and Harley or somebody is caught and tortured. Danny snaps. It’s the opposite of brutal- he takes down everyone in the room with clinical, dispassionate efficiency.

After it’s over and the team is safe he comes back to himself and is almost sheepish. He radios Belle Reve.

“Whoops. Add another couple notches on my power dampener collar, would you Waller?”

“Can’t, it’s already at max.”

“Ah. Well. I’ll have a look at strengthening it when we’re back then.”

The team just stared at him slack jawed. Good thing he’s on their side.

[hotpotatopotat]

"We Will Be Heroes!" [Shigaraki Vestige AU] Izuku is heartbroken about not saving Tomura, but he gets a good 'older brother' style talk from the newest vestige of One for All.