#reverse clone au

[goldengirlgalaxy]

Reverse Clone AU

So, I've seen a couple stories where Danny is Damian's clone. How about we reverse it?

Danny was born Damian Al Ghul, being raised to be an assassin since he could walk. However, he had a good heart, and eventually his mother overstepped around him (maybe she killed one of his favorite caretakers? Maybe he saw her killing someone with a loving family?), causing him to decide to leave the League next time they let him outside.

He was discovered by the Fentons, got adopted, and had his name changed from Damian Al Ghul into Daniel 'Danny' Fenton. Over the years, his time in the League slowly faded from memory, only remembering that one moment that drove him from them.

Talia, meanwhile, tried to create another baby, but found she didn't have any more DNA from Bruce. However, she did have plenty of Damian/Danny's DNA, so she decided to simply clone her son, making sure that this one would never get it in his head to run away. She decided to let the memory of her first son go, completely overriding it with the new Damian, as if he had been the first son and not merely some clone, forcing everyone in the League to keep the fact a secret.

So, things continue on, Danny becomes Phantom, Damian becomes Robin, so on and so forth. Eventually, one of the Batclan stumble upon Danny and take an interest in him once they realize he looks like Damian.

They actually don't think that he's a clone, because he's older than Damian and records show him having a history older than Damian, so they believe that Talia had another child, which Damian is already a little salty about, because it means that his status as the heir of the League and potentially his title as the only blood son of batman are completely meaningless.

Unfortunately, their investigations lead to the League figuring out where Danny is, at which point Talia drops by and decides to reveal in front of everyone that Danny is the original Damian and Damian is a clone meant to take his place.

The only one who takes it well is Danny, who tells everyone to get off his porch before he activates the home defense systems because he does not care for this drama.

[aberrantcreature]

PadaWan and Masterkin 💙

[kurtssingh]

Team Saber vs Team Cookie!

(Clone wars AU and reverse AU)

In this clone wars AU I'm thinking that the endless battles drive Anakin insane, he thus turns to the dark side. Dooku is highly respected in the Council and he has trained many people including Qui-gon and Obi-wan, but turns out he is the traitor.

[anointedinink]

“Master Ani, can we play??”

Reverse age au bc i liveee for smol kenobi!!!

[dudethatsmyundeaduncle]

If we were doing a completely accurate Reverse Robins line up Damian wouldn't be Batman it would be Matt McGinnis LMAO

Cuz he's technically the youngest/last robin who is a Wayne (by blood)

[sabictlali]

At this point it is difficult for Obi wan to hide his interest in his master

[seabirdtxt]

Event batch 2

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for @hanasbananas || Kaeya x Reader - Modern AU, college classmates 

for @magica-ren || Fatui!Scaramouche x puppet!reader - Descender/Isekai, reader falls to Teyvat and encounters early-Fatui Scara

for @magica-ren || Wanderer x Reader - reverse-Isekai, Reader handles Wanderer as he figures out how to navigate the modern world

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Study Date

“Kae….” You let out a drawn-out whine, reaching across the table to gently poke your boyfriend’s arm. “I’m bored.”

Kaeya chuckles under his breath and nudges your hand with his elbow. “You’d be less bored if you actually studied, silly,” he says, looking up from the papers he’s grading. “You’re the one who wanted to join me while I do my TA work, remember? Now, you have to sit tight for a bit until these are all checked.”

You grumble and fold your arms over the table, covering your textbook, and drop your head into the crook of your elbows. 

“But I don’t wanna…” 

“You have a test tomorrow, though.”

You groan at the reminder, throwing a small fit on your side of the table and shuffling your notebooks and papers around. With a world-weary sigh, you sit back up and take a survey of the warzone that your workspace became. You pick up your discarded pen, resting the side of your hand against your notebook and staring blankly at the scribbles of notes that you’d taken. None of the information wants to be absorbed, and you sigh again.

You feel a foot nudge yours under the table, and you respond with a lazy kick. 

“Ouch,” Kaeya says teasingly. He brings one hand to his chest, appearing most scandalized. “Is this the way you treat the love of your life? I see how it is.” 

“Studying sucks,” you declare. “I’m moving to the North Pole and becoming a penguin.”

“If you studied more, you would know penguins don’t live in the North Pole.” 

You kick him again, causing him to laugh at your misfortune. “That’s not even the subject, dummy.”

“Tell you what, sweetheart,” Kaeya says, cajoling. “How about you study for the last twenty minutes, so you’ll be ready for your test tomorrow, and when we’re done here we can go get boba? On me, of course.” 

Immediately, you brighten up and give him a wide smile. Endeared, he reaches over the table and pets your head affectionately.

“What are you, a puppy? Does the puppy want a treat for performing the ‘studying’ trick?” he teases, to which you make a bark noise. “Alright, alright, but you have to actually study, promise?”

“Okay!” You reply, giving your notebook a determined look. Without wasting any time, you begin to recopy your notes with added commentary and clarification.

Satisfied, Kaeya gives you a soft smirk and returns to his grading.

Time passes sluggishly, and though you were motivated at first you quickly grow bored again. Only the promise of boba keeps you going, and you chug through the last of your notes just as Kaeya straightens his pile of completed grading, getting up and stretching his arms above his head. You finish your last sentence with a flourish, looking up at your boyfriend with a grin.

“Done? Good puppy!” Kaeya laughs, patting your head again. “Come on, then, let’s go get boba. I’ll even get you a pastry with it, since you finished all your notes.”

“Yay!” You exclaim, jumping up and rushing to put your stuff away. “Come on! We’ve got to get there before there’s no more free tables!”

Kaeya follows you closely as you lead the way to the boba cafe, and quietly considers the study date a success.

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No Strings

The first time you see the puppet, you’d only just crashed into this strange new world. 

Your containment pod had crashed in the middle of the unfamiliar ocean, and it had taken you days to drift to the nearest land. There, washed up and exhausted, you hide behind jagged shore rocks and watch in fear as strangely dressed soldiers shout at each other in a foreign language, carrying the limp form of another person.

As you look closer, you can see the distinctive lines of ball-joints, and you gasp in recognition. Another puppet! 

The soldiers shout again, and two of them pry open the cliff face to reveal a hidden structure. Without further ado, the soldiers carrying the puppet bring it inside and lay it delicately in the bed of red leaves at the foot of a majestic tree. The soldiers exit just as the puppet appears to regain consciousness, and you watch in dread as the puppet rolls itself to its knees, reaching out with a cry toward the soldiers just as the twin stone doors slide shut.

You look down at your own porcelain hands, the imitation of a gulp coming from your throat. Surely, if this land treats puppets this way, then it would be wiser for you to conceal your identity for as long as possible.

With that thought in mind, you begin making plans to find some long-sleeved clothes for yourself, and maybe some gloves.

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The second time you see the puppet, it’s been a hundred years since your Descent. You’d been learning the language of this strange country, watching and hearing about the political turmoil within the major city. You stay on the small island you’ve stumbled upon, keeping mostly to yourself but occasionally venturing into the small industrial village to pick up supplies.

Tatarasuna’s forge stands tall in the center of the canyon, the villager’s houses dotted along the walls, and workers bustle through the streets and across suspended bridges as they go about their day. You watch on with a tinge of envy, wishing you were still home on the deck of the Space Station you’d been created on, enjoying the atmosphere of space travelers coming and going to distant planets and bringing home fantastic stories.

You shuffle in through the crowd, still amazed at how they can manage despite their lack of technology. You purchase a few rolls of bandages, to wrap your ball-joints, and some thick salve, which you smooth into the seams of your face to facilitate their more natural looking movement. You don’t have the supplies to perform the same maintenance you once did, after all.

When you turn around after making your purchase, you see the puppet working in the forge. He’s hammering a thin strip of metal, following the instruction of his brown-haired mentor. He looks better, more energetic, but there still seems to be an air of melancholy about him. His joints have faded to barely-noticeable lines, you notice with slight bitterness. Whatever magic he’d been made of seems to be aiding him in blending into human society. You wish you had that luck.

With your purchases in hand you turn back to the woods, not noticing how the puppet looks up and watches as you walk away.

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The third time you see the puppet, you’d been in pretty dire straits for a while. 

You had to leave Inazuma behind, as much as it pained you. You couldn’t stay in one place for too long, unless you wanted someone to realize just how long-lived you are and try to uncover your puppet identity. That’s how you find yourself in the wilderness of Mondstat, scrounging around on the outskirts of the countryside for supplies. 

That’s when you bump into him, literally. 

You’re not paying attention to where you’re going when you collide with a suspiciously hard body. You let out a soft ‘oof’ on impact, extracting yourself from the tangle of limbs and black fabric with apologies already on your lips. They all fall silent when you look up to see the face of the mysterious Inazuman puppet from five hundred years past.

“You’re the-”

“- weird traveler-”

“- sad puppet-”

“- from Tatarasuna!” The two of you blurt out at the same time.

“What?!” He reacts first, scrambling to get you off of him. He backs away with an angry expression, pointing at you accusingly. “How do you know that?!”

“I saw you!” You say, trying to explain this in a way that doesn’t make you sound insane. “Hundreds of years ago, I saw you in Tatarasuna! I used to go there to buy my wrappings!”

You quickly unwind your bandages, showing him your own chipped and stained ball-joints. You’d fallen into disrepair a while ago, not having access to the necessary materials to maintain your body. “Look, see? I’m a puppet too!”

The other puppet stares in awe and confusion, so many questions flitting across his expression. Finally, he looks up at you with a hardened gaze. He snatches his kasa hat off the ground, jamming it onto his head with a jingle of the heavy metal charms tied to it. 

“You look awful,” he says, finally, to which you take offense. 

“Excuse me!” You berate him. “That’s a rude thing to say to a complete stranger! I just haven’t been able to get maintenance, that’s all…”

He looks at you, considering, before seeming to come to a decision. “Come with me, I know somebody who can probably help you. He’s a Doctor.”

The way he says the word has a strange weight to it, but you don’t know enough to question him about it. “Really? I could really use a bit of help, honestly.” You say, tentatively extending your hand to him to shake on it. “I’m glad I ran into another puppet before I completely disintegrate.”

“Sure, glad to help,” he smiles, all teeth. “Come on, what’s your name?”

You tell him yours, a name you haven’t heard in a terribly long time, and certainly not from the mouth of another person.

“Is that so? Well, it’s nice to meet you.” The puppet tips his hat and his sharp periwinkle eyes look at you from the shadow of its brim. “My name is Scaramouche. I think you will be a great help to me in the future, my fellow puppet.”

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Houston, we have a problem

You let out a growl of frustration as you feel another candy hit the back of your head. You whip around to catch the suspect in the act. You glare at him, but Wanderer only snickers as he prepares another candy in the bowl of his spoon.

He launches the candy with his spoon-catapault, hitting your shoulder this time as you get up and stomp over to him, snatching the utensil from his hand as he protests.

“Hey! I was using that!” He tries to grab it back, but you move quickly and put it in the sink, out of his range.

You still aren’t sure why Wanderer appeared in your house so suddenly. You’d been playing Genshin quietly in your room, doing one of the SPiral Abyss floors, when your active character (coincidentally, Wanderer) clipped out of bounds and you could only watch in despair as he fell off the platform and into the surrounding void.

The shock of your life came a few seconds later when his heavy body suddenly appeared above you and crashed into you like a sack of bricks. You still have a bruise from the impact. 

“Would you quit picking on me? I’m trying to look up a way to send you back into the game!” You hiss, trying not to let it show that nothing you’ve googled so far came up with any results. It seems that sudden manifestation of fictional characters is a trait unique to you.

“Why would I want to go back to Teyvat when everything here is so much easier?” Wanderer counters, letting himself slump comfortably into the cushions of your bed. “I don’t have to fight monsters or petty criminals here, and there’s quick access to all kinds of household utilities that people in Teyvat could only dream of. Plus, it’s quiet here. No nagging Travelers or Buer telling me to do my homework.”

“But you don’t belong here!” You protest weakly, not sure how to convince him that he needs to go home. “What if something happens, and you get like… glitched out of existence or something?”

“Sounds like a bonus, to me.”

You reach over and smack the hat off of his head. “Cut it out with the self-deprecating shit for a second,” you scold. “I thought Nahida was beating that habit out of you.”

“She’s too soft to beat anything,” he shrugs and picks his hat back up, resting it against the side of your mattress. “I’m going to get tea.”

He rolls off the bed and heads into the kitchen. You return to your research with a bit of desperation, listening to him exclaim in delight at your electric kettle, boiling the water in record speed, much to his delight. The thought of him being stuck here indefinitely frustrates you, you certainly don’t want to hold him back or inconvenience his story in the game.

Mostly, you’re frustrated at how much you almost don’t want him to go back, too excited at the notion of having your favourite character all to yourself. Not that you’ll tell him that, though.

Back to the drawing board, you guess. 

[rimedehoth]

Wanted to draw somethin' cute for reverse disaster lineage

[triscribe]

History Reversed with sequel trilogy Ahsoka, Luke, Ezra and students dropped back in the Clone Wars 👀

Can’t hide being excited about this!

/slaps a snippet down on the table

They matched their breathing, slow and steady, shields unfurling one by one. When each cautious pause failed to reveal Dark Siders noticing them, the two Jedi reached a little further, a little wider, looking for the one light that could potentially save them faster than any other in the galaxy.

They found someone else first.

A mind, a familiar one, caught hold of Ahsoka’s questing reach. Warmth bloomed down a long disused thread, and her next breath caught in her throat. Ezra’s presence pulled back, startled, but Ahsoka couldn’t bear to retreat. Not from him.

The not-so-distant Jedi quickly sensed something wrong; she could practically hear him handing out new orders, altering the actions of those around him. An entire collection of lights in the Force changed direction, surprise sweeping through several of them, but matched by an easy willingness to adjust course and come investigate.

Not a minute later, a Star Destroyer dropped out of hyperspace.

Ezra yelped, jerking forward to try and grab their ship’s steering yoke, for all the good it would do. But Ahsoka stopped him, one calm hand on the man’s shoulder, as she stared through the viewscreen- 

-at a Republic vessel.

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“We’ve got them in the tractor beam, sir!”

“Good. Please inform the commander I will meet him in our starboard hangar bay.” Without a moment to lose, he spun on his heel and left the bridge, headed straight for the nearest lift. Perhaps the speed was a touch undignified for a Jedi, but he could feel something wrong with the one who’d reached out. With her, and the half dozen further minds tucked into that small ship, all of them scared and hurting, wary at his presence rather than relieved.

Something terrible had happened, and Plo Koon needed to know what.

Wolffe fell into step with him as the Jedi exited his lift, both of them moving swiftly through three different corridors before emerging into the designated bay. “We have any idea what happened, sir? Last I heard, the five oh first were headed to Ryloth to help break the blockade.”

“So I thought as well, Wolffe,” Plo murmured, coming to a halt. “So I thought as well.” The deep hum of the tractor beam died off, and the small spacecraft they’d pulled aboard settled to the floor with a heavy thump. Thanks to a rather large amount of damage along the hull, one of its landing gears refused to deploy, so the poor ship tipped at an odd angle that barely allowed the ramp to drop open.

But open it did, and a moment later, bare feet descended.

Plo felt his heart stutter.

Too tall. Too old, a fully grown togruta, compared to the energetic youngling he so adored. Too worn around the edges, in a scorched undertunic and mud-spattered sleep pants, unfamiliar kyber crystals singing from the lightsabers tucked into her waistband. But it was, undeniably, Ahsoka.

[npcemi]

Having Danny ghost adopt Vlad has been one of the best decision I have made for my fic and you cannot tell me otherwise

“Babs how many is it this time, five, I don't think any o f us.… Don’t get me wrong, I love Cass and Duke, but…” Jason turned to look Bruce directly in the eye, “I think there is a legal limit to how many kids you can adopt.” 

“In my defense I am not adopting any of them.” He replied, 

“So they belong to the other billionaire we for some reason have to bring to gotham.” Jason snarked, Jazz took the moment to mention that technically Vlad was Danny’s ‘son’. The crime lord looked like he was about to say something, stopped, tried to start again and gave up.

[aberrantcreature]

Deception.

[treescantjump]

“Pictures of Times Gone By” by @badgers-cats

For the @codywanreversebang | art by @treescantjump

[loveoaths]

i need baby boba fett, krismo sodi, baby din djarin, and like…. ventress, to go on a roadtrip journey, solely because it would be the absolute opposite of The Mandalorian: one frustrated and murderous woman is trapped in her limited edition vintage two seater space-ferrari with a murderous tween, a brooding teenager, and a rural soft boy cow herder turned thief who won’t stop talking about the many uses of cow pies. she has never wanted to commit a murder more in her life than when boba put his muddy boots on her dashboard or when krismo got fry grease on her new leather seats. and she can’t even kill them because boba is her bounty, boba’s bounty is krismo, and krismo’s bounty is din, and din accidentally opened a fucking holocron that linked them all together in the force so where one goes, the others must follow. ventress has never been a quitter but she is THIS close to launching herself into the cold vacuum of space.

[deusvervewrites]

Future Izuku x Clone for One x Reversal of Fortune:

Izuku: Mom? I locked dad's evil clone in a bank vault. Please help.

He's having a time

[totaleclipse573]

Reverse Clone AU thoughts :3

Eclipse having reoccurring nightmares of the day he killed Shadow and having to get up to check on Clone Shadow (he needs a nickname)

Clone Shadow play wrestling with the Dark Arms ❤️

Eclipse trying his best to be a good caretaker to Clone Shadow and not being like Black Doom. And then one day he accidentally yells at Clone Shadow, who instantly cowers. Eclipse feels so bad and does everything he can to make up for it.

IS CLONE SHADOW CONNECTED TO ANY FORM OF THE HIVEMIND???

💔💔💔 The first thing he does is check to see if bitty Shadow is breathing. That’s the most noticeable sign of being ALIVE, right? Maybe? Well it is to him. He keeps his baby brother close, since this happens, unfortunately, often.

(Shads? Shad? Shadow baby 😭)

AHHH 🥺❤️ THEY KEEP HIM COMPANY/OCCUPIED IF ECLIPSE IS BUSY

The idea of Eclipse trying to be a good caretaker, making a mistake or lashing out, and then associating it with being “just like his father” is so 💔

HE TECHNICALLY IS?? THE SMALL ONE HE AND ECLIPSE ARE CONNECTED THROUGH ANYWAY. I think Clip tries to teach him how to properly use it, how to build up a mental barrier for emergencies, stuff like that

[binouchetruc]

Hello there~! Very excited to share this art of mine for the @codywanreversebang with my dear partner @agreekdemigod! Here's the first part of Heartlines and its summary:

Obi-wan doesn’t need to look at the knives to know how sharp they are. His gaze focuses instead on the face of the man who he is about to entrust his safety to, the one who is both his partner and opponent in this narrative they had both set on stage and in the relationship they had built outside of it.

And he doesn’t look away when Cody throws the first knife at him.

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or 'tfw the teacher announces that the exam will be taken in pair and that ur partner is the person u dont get along with', the fic.

((ps: the art is a sneak peek of the second chapter that is coming tomorrow, stay tuned ;) ))