#reverse absolutes au

[mary-kasexual]

what if she was fucked up and evil actually

[ky-landfill]

[the-mighty-e]

Okay sooo

Since it'll really take long for me to do every au stuff on my ipad, I'll just give you the traditional version!!!

Welcome to Murder Drones Reverse AU!!!

It started as something silly, with simply N as a wd and Uzi as a dd, but since I can't do anything without digging a bigger hole, I made an entire au!

Some characters, behaviors, lines and even scenes are changed to adapt to the au.

One thing I'm still figuring out is what to do with the language since technically Cyn and Doll switch... Welp I'll figure that out eventually

[msfcatlover]

Oh look. Reverse!Robins.

Bruce: “No murder.”

Damian: “No murder.”

Cass: “No murder.”

Tim: “No murder.”

Jason: “No murder for babies.”

Duke: “No murder until you can write me a researched & cited essay on why it is necessary for the greater good. Five page minimum.”

Dick: “I’m gonna murder.”

Red Hood!Steph: “I LIKE THIS ONE!”

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - 41

PREV

Two and a half hours into the Banquet and FF had not moved from the chair he had sat in at the start of the banquet. He hadn’t gotten up for water. Hadn’t gotten up to go to the bathroom. Hadn’t gotten up to dance despite Nicky’s pleading. He hadn’t even gotten up when a Raven had come over and asked him to.

He was not leaving his seat.

The stadium could be on fire and he’d still try to be the last one out.

Until there was a time where he could slide out of this chair without a single eye on him and put on his winter jacket without it seeming strange he was going to remain seated.

The answer on why was under his precisely placed napkin.

It had all begun about an hour and fifteen minutes ago, not that FF was counting. Dinner had been wrapping up and people had started to get up and jostle about. Flirtations were flying across the table and generally over FF’s head. The team had been smiling, there’d been laughter, and it had seemed unlikely for anything to go wrong.

He relaxed and that’s where he made a mistake.

FF could not eat the meal served. He’d had his liquid dinner on the way over on the bus so it didn’t bother him much to have a decent looking meal in front of him and not being able to eat it. He wasn’t going to eat so he hadn’t even unwrapped his cutlery, wanting to save the clean up crew from at least his set of utensils. He hadn’t placed the napkin over his lap to protect himself, what danger could there possibly be when he was not going to be eating?

The danger came when a Trojan smacked the table hard as he laughed at something that he had taken as a joke but, knowing Kevin, was probably a serious suggestion.

Hit the table hard enough to jostle FF’s plate.

Hit the table hard enough to jostle FF’s plate and more specifically a meatball that was with the pasta served with the beef tenderloin.

Hit the table hard enough to jostle FF’s plate and more specifically a meatball that was with the pasta served with the beef tenderloin so that it fell off of his plate and onto his lap.

Fell right onto his unprotected lap.

FF had looked down at his gray pants now irreversibly blemished by the errant meatball. His mind flashing back to when Nicky had decided on these pants. Remembers how Nicky hadn’t wanted him to vanish in the lower lighting of the banquet.

FF had grabbed his cutlery and put the napkin over his lap, far too late to save his pants, but fast enough that no one would see that he had spaghetti pants.

After that the trajectory of his evening had changed dramatically.

He was going to sit here all night until they were getting into the bus and then he’d have his winter jacket on and it was a long jacket that would cover his mark of shame. You might think that FF could just slip under the radar and go try and clean off the stain or at least hide somewhere less conspicuous.

He would, he really would, except he can feel the eyes of Captain Jeremy on him regardless of how low his presence is. FF entered into Ultra Stealth but Captain Jeremy merely turned to him and asked a friendly question that had Nicky startle remembering that FF was next to him still. 

Captain Jeremy has x-ray vision and can see the wall behind the wallpaper. Captain Jeremy can see colors that mantis shrimp can only dream of. Captain Jeremy is standing in some secret government office pointing on the radar as CIA and Military officials look on going “What are you talking about he’s right here?” with a smile.

Captain Jeremy was the kid that ate all the cheap fruit on a dessert table before he looked at the cake when he was a kid.

It’s the first time in his entire life that he’d been completely unable to slip below someone’s attention and if it were any other time he might feel good about that. Might enjoy the idea of being seen and having the attention of someone like Captain Jeremy on him.

Except FF has Spaghetti Pants.

FF cannot escape the man’s determination to ‘make it up’ to him after Aaron had let slip that FF had a restraining order against one of his brothers.

FF insisted that it was okay.

Captain Jeremy insisted on making sure he had a good time.

FF insisted that a good time for him would be to sit at this table all night by himself. He kept to himself that what would really make it would be for him to sit without anyone around to notice he had spaghetti pants.

Captain Jeremy seemed to think that it was due to the still healing stomach injury and insisted on at least keeping him company then, unaware of the unvoiced second part.

So Captain Jeremy of the USC Trojans had declared himself FF’s banquet buddy. A man that was friends or at least friendly with almost every single player here at the banquet.

He looks around the banquet and sees the various tense standoffs at the other tables. These were men and women who would find even the smallest thing and never let you forget it.

He doesn’t know what he’d do if they realize he had spaghetti pants.

How does one recover on the court when the person you’re up against can remember the cold December evening that you dumped a meatball on your pants? He can already hear the jeering nicknames.

He wants to sink into his seat but he’s afraid to shift at all, worried he’ll dislodge the napkin in some way and the newest person coming up to say ‘Hi’ to Jeremy Knox will notice the marinara stain on his pants.

While Jeremy was distracted he did try to wet Nicky’s disposed of napkin to perhaps clean himself off a bit except before he could a Raven came up to him, “Come with me.” a large Raven Backliner says, jerking his head towards the bathrooms.

“No thank you.” FF answers in return, “I don’t need to do that.” he says assuming that the Backliner had seen him shift in his seat and assume he needed to use the restroom.

The Raven Backliner stood for a few moments as if waiting for him to change his mind but then Captain Jeremy’s attention snapped back, “Can we help you with something?” Captain Jeremy asks and his friendly demeanor had vanished.

“I-” The Raven Backliner started to say before seemingly deciding that it wasn’t worth it and walked away.

Captain Jeremy and him continued to talk. They had somehow fallen onto the SAW movie franchise and FF could admit that he was surprised that the Trojan Captain had watched the series.

“You need to come with me.” A Raven Striker says coming up and interrupting the two of them as they talked about the ethics of SAW. FF believed that it was all well and good to learn to appreciate life but there had to be simpler ways to go about teaching that. Jeremy didn’t disagree, he just also thought that sometimes there were some people who Jigsaw never intended to redeem and those people may have deserved their fates.

FF tilts his head, “Do I?” he asks since it didn’t seem like the ERC had made any sort of announcement and she seems utterly and completely perplexed by his response.

The girl looks at him, looks over her shoulder, looks back at him, “Yes?” she responds sounding so unsure that even FF wouldn’t believe her.

“I don’t think he does.” Captain Jeremy interrupts gaze utterly cooled from the warm one he had been giving FF throughout their philosophical debate.

The Raven Striker looks cowed and FF almost feels bad for her but not bad enough to console her when he has spaghetti pants.

She leaves.

FF and Captain Jeremy’s conversation shifts to winter break plans. Captain Jeremy is going home to his family and he’s taking Jean Moreau with him. “I think my mom likes him more than she likes me sometimes.” Jeremy laughs heartily. “He deserves nice holidays though so I’m always happy to bring him up.” he says voice and features going soft as he looks to where Jean Moreau was standing with a raised eyebrow next to Andrew as Kevin and Neil were having some animated conversation.

FF talks about his own plans with the Foxes and how he’ll be spending the break with them. He thinks Captain Jeremy looks a little sad about that but whatever sadness there is Captain Jeremy moves past it quickly and starts to ask if he had plans to go anywhere specific in New York. He heartily recommends the LEGO store when FF says he’s never been.

“Someone important wishes to speak with you.” An Offensive Dealer from the Ravens says and he looks like he’s about to shake apart as he stands in front of them.

“Who?” He asks, tilting his head and sipping his water.

The Dealer looks at him.

“Is it that hard of a question to answer?” Captain Jeremy asks voice stern once again.

“He’s…Master is-” The Dealer goes paler and Smith can’t help but pull out his handkerchief from his front suit pocket as he sees the Dealer break out into a cold sweat.

“You don’t look well, maybe you should sit down?” he asks with his handkerchief extended in offer. The man looks at him and then the handkerchief and then takes it. “Thank you.” he says 

“Wow a handkerchief? My pocket square is just a fake one sewed in.” Captain Jeremy laughs jovial once again as the Raven took a seat shakily.

“It’s something my dad used to always say.” Smith thinks about the additional handkerchiefs in his pockets. “A gentleman always has a handkerchief on hand to help.” He pulls out a second one, “A real gentleman has two.” he adds and folds the new handkerchief into shape for the pocket square again.

Captain Jeremy laughs, “Sounds like a great guy! He must be happy you took his advice to heart.” he says and it doesn’t hurt that bad when Captain Jeremy is saying it since he’s saying something so nice.

“I hope so.” he agrees and doesn’t feel like ruining the mood.

Captain Jeremy turns his attention back onto the Raven who has taken a seat and his eyes soften on the Raven, “Wow you really are pale. Not a lot of sunlight in the Nest?” he asks.

The Dealer swallows, now visibly the most nervous person at the table which is saying something considering that FF is at the table.”I-I’m just pale naturally.” he denies.

“Sit and talk with us until you feel better.” Captain Jeremy insists, “What’s your name by the way?” he asks.

“Michael.” He answers awkwardly.

“Great, my name is Jeremy,” Captain Jeremy points at himself, “and this is Smith. So, have you ever been to New York City before?” he asks

Captain Jeremy, FF, and Michael chat at length about Michael’s New York pizza recommendations. Captain Jeremy asks about some of the places he has been in New York and the longer Michael is there chatting the more color comes to his face and the more vehement he becomes that Captain Jeremy managed to pick all the worst places by accident.

“You’re kidding me! It was 10 bucks a slice, it has to be good!” Captain Jeremy exclaims looking as if Michael was telling him Santa and the Easter Bunny weren’t real.

“If you’re paying more than $2.50 it’s a rip.” Michael insists passionately. “If it’s more expensive than the subway ticket then it’s a racket!” he slams his fist down at the table.

“You mean to tell me that I was lied to by that person I followed on Twitter?” Captain Jeremy asks, appalled.

“Swindled.” Michael insists.

“Christ, I’ve given that recommendation to so many people.” Captain Jeremy and while gesturing he puts his elbow in his own remaining spaghetti, “Oh shit.” he says. Smith looks at the black suit jacket and thinks about a future one step to the left where he had on black pants and a black suit jacket.

“I’m sure it’s good.” FF tries to comfort offering Jeremy his third handkerchief, this one from his left pocket since the one in his breast pocket was a specific color for the ‘look’ that Nicky had wanted. “It’s just not representative of a New York slice,” he adds.

“Thanks Smith.” Captain Jeremy takes the handkerchief wetting it with the glass of water nearby and wiping away the excess of marinara and spaghetti. “I’m going to go wash this off and try to dry it for you.” he says holding the handkerchief up.

“You don’t have to do that.” FF says but Jeremy is waving him off as he stands.

“Sit tight, I’ll be right back.” he says and heads off.

FF turns to Michael, “So I shouldn’t trust anything more than $2.50?” he asks.

Michael shakes his head and turns to look at FF, “Absolutely not.” he says with a smile before FF can see his eyes flick away and he stiffens. “Hey, it’s…” he looks down and the handkerchief, “it’s been nice chatting with you but… is there anyway we can take this conversation somewhere else?” he asks.

FF blinks, “No, I’m not getting up until the party is over.” Smith declines because by this point the stain has set. There is no stealthily cleaning it now that Captain Jeremy has left.

“So, you’ll get up once the banquet is over?” Michael asks leaning across the table and as he does that Smith can see a fairly ugly bruise on the Dealer’s forehead.

“I’ll have to won’t I?” he asks because despite the not-zero possibility that he’ll get left behind by the team again. His gaze shifts to Nicky who is leaning heavily against Matt as the two sway back and forth dancing and laughing. Probably about 50/50 at this point, depending on how quickly FF can make his way out of the stadium.

Michael looks at him and there’s something in his eyes that feels saddened, “Yeah, I guess that’s true.” he says before rising to his feet. “Thank you for this.” he says and hands the handkerchief back. FF can’t help but notice how there was a schmear of make-up on it.

The Dealer walks off and FF waves him off with the handkerchief before sliding it back into his right pocket, where he kept dirty handkerchiefs. He lets his eyes wander across the banquet. He sees Aaron and Katelyn slow dancing to a song that is not a slow dance. He sees Kevin and Jean now in the middle of a passionate conversation. Jack is pouting by the punch bowl with a few other Sophomores patting him on the back. Sheena is seemingly trying to flirt with the older bartender. Nicky and Matt have somehow only gotten sloppier in the 2 minutes between when he last looked at them and now. Captain Neil and Andrew are at the dessert table and he sees Andrew offering Captain Neil a chocolate covered strawberry. He sees a gaggle of his fellow freshmen huddled together all sipping their drinks nervously he moves to wave them over back to the table. Threat of the reveal of his spaghetti pants aside he’s not used to be alone anym-

“What the fuck did you just say?!” He hears behind him.

“I said what I said. She wasn’t even that hot! Get over it!” Another mocking voice.

“That’s it!” the sound of glass shattering and all hell breaks loose.

MASTERPOST FOR ALL PARTS OF FLUENT FRESHMAN AU

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[princeanxious]

*baps @shamedump * it's the blood twins and yer littol oc Vermillion!

And for anyone interested in TSAMS and oc branch-offs, please check out their fic Vermillion! It's really cute and a nicer look on how the bloodmoon twins could have had their view changed! More doodles for this fic are absolutely incoming(and hopefully will get digitally colored lol) as I've got a bunch of little scenes I wanna draw out for little Millie and the fam they've made!!

I can't wait to see what happens next, as I have some theories on how things might play out and I'm eager to see how it all plays out!!

[rpvlix]

"So here's the deal-" he points over his shoulder to a surly-looking brunette. She keeps glancing at them, trying and failing to look disinterested in whatever conversation is happening here, out of her earshot.

"My sister's too stubborn to admit she thinks you're hot. I like pissing her off, though, so I told her I was coming over here to 'make a move'." He laughs, probably. It's very hoarse and sounds more like a quick cough, but it's probably a chuckle. "Anyway, she gets real jealous. If you pretend I said somethin' funny she'll probably stomp over here to 'interrupt'."

It isn't exactly the classic wingman maneuver, but he can kill two birds with one stone; having a laugh and potentially getting his sister some action. Regardless of the results, who could say no to that kind of efficiency?

[fernnshxj]

playing dress up w my touys (making new aus w my ocs)

anywaaays ROLE REVERSAL AND SLIGHT PERSONALITY SWAP AU GO!!!!!!!!

this was the first dood i did before finalizing miori debsin

here’s her full :3 she serves so bad i fear

anwyassss gonna do some more i have. various plans. mauhaha

ft lucy6767 oc ofc as always :P

[thehellishtrinity]

The first meeting of Vincent and Max.

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[somereaderinblue]

Trigun Age Reversal AU

I've seen a lot of Role Swap AUs where the twins swap places BUT to spice things up, how about age reversal?

What if Vash was the first Independent plant? What if he's the one who's discovered, the remains of his body denied the dignity of death? What if a left arm hung suspended in chemicals, fingers curled as though clawing against the phantom straps of a dissection table, its palm the size of a child's reaching out, begging for a touch that didn't hurt?

What if Tesla was the youngest Independent, the baby sister? What if No Man's Land had an outlaw with an eyepatch instead of a prosthetic arm; wearing a coat dyed purple instead of red?

[thelordofgifs]

hmm Finwë and Elwë role reversal AU does anyone feel me

[ky-landfill]

[plusultraetc]

423 spoilers in the tags <3

[kiruamon]

Paper Heart (Part 1: The Past)

Story part for the possessed doll au I was talking about. Your eight-year-old you is alone at home one evening and hears an unfamiliar voice coming from the usually locked basement. Of course you had to go down there even if you weren't allowed to do so.

_

„Young one. Come closer.“ He could feel the child - feel you - standing there in hesitation at the open basement door. "Come to me. I can fulfill any of your wishes," the being cooed empty promises to the child. He didn't cared if the human he lured to him was a child or an adult. It didn't matter. Soft pattering of feet on the basement floor echoed through the dimly lit room and soon the child came into his view, looking at him out of curious eyes. "Were you talking to me?" the child asked coming even closer. "Indeed, I did." "And you can fulfill any wish?" "If you form a pact with me, yes." "A… packet?" Apparently, this human boy was not very… matured yet. "… I need something from you young one. Bring me a suitable heart and place it in the chamber of my chest. A heart as black and cold as the night. A heart burning as remorseless and torrid as the sun itself. Most certainly something of use will be found among the things down he-." "Oooooh! I know what to do! Just wait here! Don't run away! I'll be right back!" the child shouted, running up and away. Humans. Despicable. A slight anger rose in him before it subsided. As long as the child came back with a heart everything would play out as intended. A living one was always preferable, as they were the strongest. Full of fear, terror and the desire for revenge. But possibly that was too much to expect this time. An inanimate object would do just as well. There was so much in the cellar surrounding the entity that would have served as a strong, well suited heart. He felt the suppressed presences slumbering in the items around him. But for now, he would be willing to settle for less. As soon as the child would present him a new heart, a dark shadow would settle in its soul. From the inside he would corrupt it little by little. Twist every single innocent wish in the child's heart into horrible nightmares ready to be unleashed at humankind. In order to create the bond, the vessel, which the human child had to offer him, did not play a major role. It held only a symbolic value. Some vessels were still more preferable. However, the heart and soul of the child would soon be lost. So he waited for the child to return. When it did, its tiny hands were grasped around something. "I'm back!" announced the clueless thing cheerfully.

One glimpse was enough for the creature to know that this was a pathetic heart. Made out of paper and silly little trinkets. So weak it could easily torn apart. It was full of dreamful wishes. It was… innocent. Too pure. He shuddered. Wanted to scream at the child to scare it away from him along with this abnormality. But the little hands were already placing this wicked thing in his chest! He immediately felt that something was off. That this heart was somehow different from all the other ones he ever recieved before. How it began to change him. Changing his entire being. What he was. What he would become. He tried to fight it, but to no avail. It frightened him to feel his mind slipping away. How it no longer felt like his own.

When he awoke, he didn't knew exactly what he was. He remembered parts of his old being, but he felt like something else, something new. He had never felt so confused. He had never felt so… warm. At peace. A face popped out in front of him. "Do you like your new heart?" He tilted his head to the side, looked at his clawless hands, his smooth body, thought about these strange new feelings, and then nodded. It was all so strange, but somehow… he liked it. You smiled at him, wide and a little proud, and held out your tiny palms for him to look at. Full of glitter and glue. "I made it extra sparkly for you. Put a lot of good stuff on it, too." As you're still telling him about it, you climb - to the entity's shock - into his lap without any sign of fear. Baffled, he looks down at you. So brave. So small. "Can I… tell you my wish?" you ask him as quietly as if you were about to tell him your utmost secret. He looks you straight in the eyes and suddenly you seem a bit shy. "Of course," the entity replies gently and a little curious about your request. "O-okay. You know… I'm already a big kid and all that. But… tonight my parents aren't home and… and I'm not scared, but it is a little lonely up there. So… I… I would like to have a friend with me and… wanted to ask if you… want to be my friend?" There is so much hope in your eyes. So much loneliness, too. Ever so carefully, the entity wraps his arms around you in a gesture of comfort. He never tried such a thing before, yet the gesture feels almost natural to him. "I would like that. Very much so," he says, and it isn't a lie, like half of his words in the past were. "I'll be your friend," he tells you, this time with even more certainty in his voice, and he feels a smile flit across his face. You smile at him, too. So bright. So happy. It fills his new heart with warmth. Makes it flutter from sheer happiness. He likes this feeling.

The rest of the night you show him your house. Your room. Your favorite toy. Your little collection of treasures - things you found at one time or another and included a very pretty button that now rests on the heart in his chest. You show him the glow-in-the-dark stars glued to the ceiling of your room. Together you read one of the books you like so much. When he sees you getting sleepy in his lap and how you can barely keep your eyes open, he gently lifts you into his big arms and carries you to your bed, where he tucks you in. He sits next to your bed. So close by your side. Your small hand rests on his so much larger one. You are seeking for his presence. Some closeness. "… do you… have a name… ?", the question comes out slowly. Already tired and accompanied by a yawn. The being thinks. He had a lot of names over the time. But none that fits his new self. "No," he answers, and his free hand gently strokes your head. The steady motion feels soothing. "Oh… maybe… I can… give you one… " "That would be nice." You don't get the chance to give him a name. You're already fast asleep. It's okay. He will wait for it.

[tennessoui]

the gift of the magi ending had me 😭😭 also absolutely love that reverse verse obi was such a shy and soft padawan and then he grew up into a complete slut djsncbsnsnxhxjbd drives anakin mad like WHERE??? WHERE DID MY SWEET INNOCENT CUTE LIL PADAWAN GO??? obi-wan, with fishnets and a collar that says “master” on it sucking a space lollipop: what ever do you mean

Anakin is adjusting poorly to obi-wan gaining his confidence even though it’s probably his fault obi-wan got so confident in the first place because he gave him oodles of attention and encouragement….I feel like padawan obi-wan entering his slut stage was a bit of “I need to not have this crush on my master and hey look at how many people want to have sex with me let’s try that” and then also a bit of “do you think anakin will get mad at me if I do x? Y? Z? No? Fuck I’m going to be in love with him forever”

And then he finds out how hot it is when anakin is mad at him but refusing to show it (all clenched jaw and hands into fists and dark glares at his choice of clothing and his hickies and and and and) so that’s incentive to keep doing it, wondering what may get Anakin to snap

I feel like while knight obi-wan is still a bit insecure about some things (especially because his knighting ceremony made his master just LEAVE him), late stage padawan obi-wan really knew that he was the center of anakin’s world. Sure, qui-gon was able to say something that shook his faith in Anakin for a brief moment, but in general I feel like that padawan obi-wan understood how important he was to his new master

[msfcatlover]

So the Joker’s little “BANG!” guns can launch that flag pole out with potentially lethal force (at least, according to Batman Beyond). Which very much seems like the sort of thing he’d do—it’s a double punchline.

Why does no one ever just pull the trigger twice?