#renegade! au

[dicktat]

Everybody is talking about evil/renegade Aiden. But what about renegade Mia. A monster just as fierce as her brother, she-renegade with animalistic traits of a wolf. Tortured by disease and filled with justified rage, she fights and kills alongside her beloved feral brother🖤🖤🖤

[rapidhighway]

Um hello do you ever make an au and then are too lazy to make an actual story so you just skip to the ending and draw that 👍👍👍 also in archie style because im obsessed and i really needed to try doing that

or whatever. Something from my au that gets rid of the paradox prism and is simply a ‘journey to alternate dimension where something went wrong’ type story

[wing-grayson]

Apprentice!Dick shows up in our "normal/standard/regular" DC universe and everyone (batfam, titans, whoever) is shocked and upset by his physical and mental state. Everyone is assuming it is dimension travel and wants to try to help him get back to his dimension, while also kicking Deathstroke's ass to get Dick out of this situation. However, our Dick recognizes that it is Not, in fact, dimension travel, but rather time travel, and he just never let anyone know that the apprentice trauma had happened to him. Our Dick Grayson goes along with everyone else's reactions while trying to hide that he went through this and never let anyone find out.

[didyoutrydynamite]

Cinder: *Looking out the window* Hm. Looks like Jaune and Adam are back from their shopping trip.

Neo: *Conjures subtitle* You think they got us presents? 😃

Cinder: Adam also seems to be bleeding profusely.

Neo: I didn't hear a nooooo~!

[junespriince]

Renegade and Phoenix au (,,,, name in the works)

Bruce: Deathstroke, this ends here.

Wally, Phoenix, sighing roughly: me and A said to not use that line, use those ears for something else then what you do use them for, and you sir, *pointing at Slade* it 3 in the morning, I have school in the morning and he has theater at 1pm, this better be worth it or you're swimming with killer croc.

Jason, as Robin, on Phoenix shoulders: yeah! Like he said!

Slade: I have a new sidekick. One to put a hurting on you. Renegade, come in.

Dick, comes out, deadpan, no mask: sir.

Bruce: another teen won't do anything, Phoenix I— ... Where he go?

Jason: near the new guy.

Slade: wha-

Wally, sped over to Dick, (after putting Jason down gently) grabbing his hand with his: you are positively beautiful, are you free tomorrow? Because I will be, free, tomorrow, or any day of the week really, name the place I'll steal his card and treat you like you deserve, I *Dick puts a knife to his throat, Wally, bites his lip* so wedding in Vegas or wherever?

Bruce: Phoenix, he's the enemy!

Wally, glares at Bruce: dude, you literally have flirted and babygirled your way through enemies and heroes, hush I'm talking to beautiful, gorgeous over here!

Slade: you can't date him, he's trained to kill you!

Wally: maybe someone as boring as you find it like that but that's not a solid case for me.

Slade: I trained him to gut you!

Wally, to Dick: baby you can have my heart and my spleen I don't care, sell my organs! Just one date!

Slade: do you have an shame!

Wally: no, not really, but you should walking around like you're top dog or something, barely a Pomeranian.

Dick, snorts: I thought you said he wasn't funny.

Slade: he isn't!

Wally: well, hard to take a joke when you are the joke. Fungus face.

Dick, laughing: you know what, yeah, I am free tomorrow, meet me at the pier around 8.

Wally, happy, elated even, if had dog tail it be wagging: I'll be there!

Slade: what the hell just happened.

Bruce: I... I can't ground him, his aunt from the grave will kill me...

Jason: can we go home now?

Bruce: I.... Yeah sure.

[lily-belle-art]

What if I said renegade and ravager -> nightwing and jericho

[dickiegraysonwayne]

I chose to go with Slade to get stronger.

The batfamily has grown far too big and my progress has staggered.

I am failing to protect people

Slade said that he'll help me get stronger.

So stop.

[eggseabutter]

Some Bee Bug content

[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

A few Papa Knucks and little Nine sketches for my Rebelgade Adoption AU

😭😭😭😭🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[mikodrawnnarratives]

actually its halloween now cause i said so and I wanted to draw Maggie and Max as Six and Mono from Little Nightmares cause I just finished watching both games playthroughs and it fits and and they'd definitely be the kind of kids that would play it before they are old enough in an au where they grew up normally

[monodramatic-cannibal]

Some doodles of the Renegade au. I know ppl have drawn Ink/Cross in dumb shirts before but I wanted to draw my own lmaoo.

[dicktat]

I may have strong opinions about something

[rapidhighway]

oh im doodling this guy again, for some reason i care for him very much

[calummss]

I’ll Call You Mine | Nell Jackson

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summary: finding a suitor was hard when everyone in london wanted your sister and not you; at least until nell jackson arrived

pairing: lesbian! nell jackson x lesbian bridgerton! reader

words: 1.6k

a/n: basically a nell jackson bridgerton au hehe

Life as a Bridgerton was not always as easy as the people of the ton thought. Yes, you were a respected family and influential but it came with a price. You loved your sister dearly but having to compete with her when you knew she would always be ahead of you was not a comfortable situation to be in. People looked at Daphne first. Greeted her first. And now that Lady Whistledown declared her the diamond of the first water it had you feeling down. Daphne was beautiful and gentle and deserved nothing more than to be called the diamond of the season. But it was only further proof of her excellence, something you were not in possession of.

Callers came early in the morning and left early in the afternoon. All for Daphne, not a single one for you.

The next day it was the same, only quieter. A few callers came for Daphne, gifting her flowers and jewels. You sat on the sofa reading Jane Austen’s new novel when the staff announced there was another caller.

“Miss Jackson is here for Y/n.” He announced and seconds after a brown haired lady entered the room with the most unusual style of clothes. She wore a billowy white shirt, dark trousers and a matching waistcoat and jacket. A woman in men’s clothing. Yet she looked marvellous.

“Miss Jackson,” your mother stepped towards her with a concealed confused expression. “It is calling hour.”

“I am aware, Lady Bridgerton.” She said, “I’m here to call on Miss Y/n Bridgerton.”

She turned her head to meet your figure hiding in the far back of the room. You smiled at her as you took her in. She was beautiful. The type of beauty you would see beyond your day, wondering whether or not you would see them again. She had light brown hair, contrasting her skin that bore freckles across the apples of her cheeks and nose. Her smile was white and welcoming.

She came over to where you were now standing. “Miss Nell Jackson. I hope you don’t mind me saying that you are the most ethereal woman I have ever met.”

You felt the apples of your cheeks turn warm, thanking her and offering her the seat next to yours. “Normally calling hours are for men interested in the ton’s ladies,” you smiled.

“I am very well aware of the rules, Miss Y/n. I hope you are not bothered by my presence. I assure you if you feel uncomfortable I can leave—“

“Would you like to get acquainted with the garden?” You cut her off, deep down knowing that even if it was unusual for a woman to call upon another, you didn’t want her to leave.

“I would be delighted to.” She smiled in agreement.

You guided her towards the hallways where you briefly met your mother’s confused stare with the shrug of your shoulder. It was different but you liked it.

In the garden you sat on the swings your father built before he died. You had asked her if she wanted to sit down on the bench but she insisted that the swings were just fine.

“Excuse me for being so direct, Miss Jackson, but I do not know you nor do I believe we have ever seen each other…how is it you know me?”

“I must admit I’ve admired you from afar the last few weeks and was unsure whether to visit you during calling hours. I hope you do not feel awkward about all this”

“I do not.” You smiled at her. “I am rather enjoying myself.”

Nell smiled softly, the sunlight reflecting in her eyes as you caught yourself staring at her lips. Gently pressing against each other as her feet pushed her back and forth.

“I suppose you are looking for a wife this season?”

“Indeed I am.”

“What do you look for?”

“If I may be so direct but I think I already found what I’ve been looking for.”

You raised your eyebrows ever so slightly, taken aback by her choice of words. You admitted that you were glad to know of her intentions. It had only been thirty minutes but they showed you her true kind hearted nature. You were immediately smitten with her.

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“Well then I hope we meet each other at the Fraser’s ball in the upcoming days. I hope you will write down your name on my card?”

“I will find you before the night ends.” She reached out to place a kiss on your hand.

You cleared your throat, “Shall we ehm go back, it is most inappropriate to spend more than thirty minutes alone.”

“Of course, Miss Y/n.”

Back at the house you said your goodbyes and joined your mamma back in the drawing room, picking up the book Colin had gifted you from his travels.

“You cannot see her again.” Your mamma came through the door as soon as you heard the front door close. “People will talk of this if they find out.” She braced herself against the sofa.

“Why?”

“Because a woman called on you, Y/n!” She raised her voice but you could tell she didn’t mean to. “It is not done.”

“But I like her,”

“It doesn’t matter.” She breathed out heavily. “What if Lady Whistledown were to know of this. The entirety of the ton would know by tomorrow morning.”

Just as she finished her sentence Eloise and Penelope joined the room. Penelope greeted you with a smile.

“Well I like her, Mama.” You stood up and walked towards the end of the room to start reading.

“What happened?” Eloise asked.

“A Miss Nell Jackson called on your sister today.”

“A woman?”

Your mamma nodded.

“How exhilarating.”

“We will not speak of this again.”

A few days later the newest edition of Lady Whistledown appeared on your front door.

Dearest gentle readers,

prepare your smelling salts and hold on to your bonnets, for a revelation that will set the ton abuzz. In a society where the heart's true desires are often overshadowed by rigid expectations and whispered disapproval, it is high time we lift the veil on a most beautiful truth: love, in all its splendid forms, deserves celebration.

This author has observed, with no small amount of admiration, the tender affections shared between individuals of the same sex. These connections, whether whispered in secret gardens or displayed with courage at the grandest of balls, are as genuine and profound as any other. They speak to the very essence of what it means to be human: the desire to love and be loved without constraint or fear.

So, let us cast aside the shackles of convention and prejudice. Let us embrace a society where love, whether between gentlemen, ladies, or any soul in between, is met with the same respect and honour we afford all tender unions. For is it not love, dear readers, that makes the world a more delightful place? The heart knows no bounds, and neither should our acceptance of its many splendid forms.

We are all the creations of God and if he disapproved of equal live then why create it at all?

Yours Truly, Lady Whistledown

Even weeks after Lady Whistdown’s controversial edition the ton was still abuzz. Whilst very few disagreed, the majority had agreed with what was written. Multiple people since then had come forward about their true loves. It made you think of Nell. The last time you saw her was at the ball. She danced with you despite everyone’s eyes on you and all their mouths whispering of the scene in front of them

By the time the ton had settled it was inevitable to try and make society disapprove of the past events that by the time Lord and Lady Smythe-Smith held their annual ball, multiple same sex couples attended.

You were upset that you hadn’t seen Nell for quite some time. Ever since Whistledown she had disappeared. She wasn’t seen at any balls or in society as a whole. Tonight's ball had you wearing a pink gown with the most beautiful necklace that had been left for you by an anonymous person. Standing by the lemonade table you silently sulked next to your mamma as you watched the others dance. You were about to lean your head on your mamma’s shoulder when suddenly a familiar face showed up in front of you.

“Lady Bridgerton, Miss Bridgerton, you must excuse my absence as I was unsure of what to do with the scandal that was the past weeks.” She admitted. “May I,” she turned her head to face you, “have your next dance?”

You looked at your mamma who slowly smiled and nodded, approving of your union.

“Yes I would like that very much.”

“I hope you don’t mind me writing my name down for all three dances?”

You let out a small laugh, “Not at all,”

“Beautiful necklace.”

“Someone sent it to me.”

“Do you know who it was?”

“Of course I know it was you, Nellie Jackson.” You whispered into her ear as you watched her smile, talking your arms and guiding you towards the dance floor.

[didyoutrydynamite]

Enemies to Allies by Mangakafabi

[fireyartccoon]

couldn’t skip sonic appreciation day, so here ya go