#the timeline doesnt match up !!!

[starry-bi-sky]

im being hit with The Visions again

the Vision this time is a "homeless danny in gotham" au except its pre-robin Batman again because im on a batdad kick. --------------------

Danny finds a car.

Which-- isn't, like, anything super interesting or impressive. It's Gotham, it's a big city. There's cars on every corner, can't throw a stick without hitting one somewhere. And then setting off the alarm.

But-! It's a car, and it's past midnight-- or he thinks it might be past midnight, it's late enough to be. He doesn't have a watch and he left his phone at Vlad's; asshole put a tracker on it after the last time Danny ran off.

It's been over a month since, it's a new record -- last time it took just over two weeks for Vlad to find him and drag him back to the mansion. This time, Danny ran further. Left the state and everything. See how long it takes Vlad to find him now, hah.

People go missing all the time in Gotham.

Anyways-- there's a car, and it's midnight, and it's parked in an alleyway. Danny would've called it invisible with the way he pretty much trips over it, phasing through the wall of the building beside it and not watching where he's going, but it's not. So he doesn't.

Danny runs into the hood and nearly faceplants right into the darn thing with an 'oomph', hands catching himself on the metal as a flash of irritation flashes hot through his gut. It doesn't hurt or anything, but getting the wind knocked out of you sucks always, and he's tired and hungry, and as a result not in the best state of mind.

He's just about to sink his foot into the side of the wheel -- it wouldn't do anything, he's not that big of an asshole, but it's the principle -- when he stops.

Danny pauses.

He takes a step back, holding his hands out 'n' everything, and examines the car. He squints, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the darkness, considering the closest streetlight is twenty feet that way and positioned in a way that none of the light is hitting it.

Danny would not call himself a car guy. He doesn't think he counts, considering his size and lack of everything. But, but, he knows his way around a few cars, and he had an old obsession with older models when he was little that kinda petered out of existence after his accident. Had a bunch of little car models sitting on one of his shelves back in Amity, and Dad offered to get his hands on an old car for the two of them to fix up together so it'd be ready for Danny when he got his license.

...Anyways.

Point is: Danny can appreciate an old car, and this car has an older -- albeit obviously modified, if the matte paneling and plated wheels meant anything -- look to it. That kind of flat top went out of style years ago, and it's got this kinda rectangular look Danny doesn't see often these days on modern cars.

Other than the electrical cars, but he doesn't think those count. That's boxy, not rectangular.

Danny frowns, tilts his hands down, and leans back further as if that will let him get a better look at this thing. "...What model is this?" He mutters, it's hard to tell in this lighting.

Wait, he should see if there's anyone in the car. It's not running or anything, and nobody's come out to yell at him -- or shoot him -- but, still. People are crazy in Gotham, crazier than they've ever been in Amity. The last thing he needs to do is piss off some guy from the mob.

Danny peers into the window and-- there's no window, okay. Well, no window, and no driver. Some idiot left their car unprotected and without windows, in Gotham?

He pulls on the door handle just to be annoying -- it doesn't budge. Okay, maybe not that stupid. Especially since Danny didn't even see it until he was quite literally running into it.

So. Not that stupid.

Danny looks around warily, pulling his hoodie around him tighter, and then starts circling the car slowly. Like a vulture. No license plate; shocker. Hear how shocked he is? Clutching his pearls right now.

"Reinforced bumper. Cool." he says, er- whispers, really, quiet enough that it doesn't even echo. Danny squats in front of the car and runs his hands over the -- what, should he even call this a bumper? It's bigger than his head, and it's covering the grille. He picks at these... things on the side that remind him of leather straps. Probably to keep this bumper up? Like a ratchet strap?

Danny leans back until his butt hits the ground and he can sit back properly, propping himself up on his hands -- maybe not a good idea. There's probably broken glass somewhere here and he doesn't wanna pick shards out of his palms, again. It's like popping the world's most annoying zit depending on if it gets under the skin.

(He could always just phase them out, but the picking gives him something to do. It doesn't hurt that much.)

Eh. It'll be fine.

With one knee propped up, Danny looks the front up and down, and furrows his brows. The style kinda reminds him of a dodger, especially with the placement and style of the headlights. He plants his hands on the concrete -- hissing when he feels something cut into his palms, ow, there's that glass he was talking about -- and leans down to look under the car.

Hm, nothing jutting out that much. Looks pretty normal. Good space between the bottom and the ground.

He gets up and circles the side again, brushing whatever pebbles or glass that could've stuck into his skin off. He's really curious about where the owner got matte plating for it, or if it's just a wrap. The silhouette's definitely sixties or seventies; too angular for the eighties and fifties.

...There's no one here, Danny looks around again just to make sure, cranes his ears to catch anything. Nope, just the typical quiet rumbling of Gotham's underbelly. It kinda reminds him of Amity, or-- no. No, it reminds him of the quiet groan of the Zone.

That's far more comforting, he thinks. Danny's never really liked Amity all that much.

Back to the car: there's no one around, so Danny folds his arms against the side of the door and sticks his head inside the window. No keys in the ignition, should've figured.

Not like Danny was planning on stealing the car anyways -- anyone capable of modifying a car into this kinda beast -- or paying someone to modify -- was not someone he wanted to piss off. Danny's an orphan, not stupid.

Ignore the fact that he's got his head stuck through the window. The interior isn't anything interesting, but the seats are made of leather, which is nice. Must be a pain in the summer or winter, but leather is cool, and gets stains out better than cloth.

No stick shift though, he's a little disappointed.

Danny presses his mouth into a line and then slants it, humming in the back of his throat. Honestly, he's kinda tempted to crawl in and go to sleep. The leather seats look really inviting, and he's been sleeping on the ground or on park benches for weeks, and the car is really well hidden. No need to worry about being kidnapped.

But, it still belongs to someone. And they're probably using it for something shady. They'll come back for it eventually, so he should get this gawking over with anyways.

And, and-- and. He wants to get a look at that fucking engine. 'Cause holy shit!

Danny pulls his head out of the window and half-dances over to the back, his hand curling around one of the bars as a grin spreads across his face. Now, Danny hates Christmas, but this, this is like it came early and good for once.

"You could smuggle moonshine with this thing," Danny says to himself, grinning ear to ear and running his hands over the edge of the metal. The car is too conspicuous for backroads driving, but the engine, wow. What a thing of beauty.

One of Auntie's friends would probably know what engine it is -- or what type of engine it's based off of, it could very well be a bunch of different engines frankenstein'd together. Danny doesn't recognize it.

Which means it could be illegal. Again, what a shocker. In Gotham? He's clutching his pearls.

Fully satisfied with himself, Danny dances around to the front again and holds his hands out. He makes an 'L' with both hands and shuts one eye, getting the car within the frame of his fingers like he's about to take a picture.

"I rate you," Danny makes a camera shutter sound and mimics taking a photo, "one cool fuckin' car."

"Thank you."

Danny doesn't scream. He does not. He's taught himself better since ghosts started popping up in Amity, and honestly he deserves some credit for that considering they only started popping up over half a year ago.

He does, however, gasp. And he gasps hard, the type that has a high chance of giving you the hiccups afterwards; the painful, chest-thumping kind. Danny slams both hands over his mouth and stumbles backwards, eyes wide and his heart kicking into the fifth gear in his ears.

Bleeding out from the shadows is a man entirely drenched in black, Danny can hardly make out his silhouette and barely catches the white glints of his eyes. Fear like a prey animal burns in his lungs, wild and rabid, Danny has half a mind to bolt.

His ghost sense didn't go off, which might just be the most terrifying thing.

The man doesn't move any more than a step, just enough that Danny can barely see him, but he can feel him watching him. Shit. Shit. He should've never stuck around.

His hands are still over his mouth, Danny, shaking, flutters them open, "How-- h-- how--" he wheezes, "how long have you been standing there?"

[doesthebatfamknowpopculture]

Jason Todd has listened to Poison Idea

[veryphi]

So like- Jason's eyes apparently turn lazarus pit green when experiencing pit rage.

Sleep deprived Tim Drake seeing it: That's so brat.

[theunconcernedembalmer]

Purple sop purple sop purple so

[stitches4hearts]

i love finn mertens dearly hes a really good character but also like i cannot imagine him as queer. Not because i think its a bad take for anyone to have, or for any particular reason. i just think he has immense chill queer ally energy. kind of guy to look at xe/xem pronouns n go "xe/xem? whats that supposed to mean?" and jake is like "oh, those are like... new age pronouns. Prismo's been trying those out a bit, thats how i found out about 'em." and finn is like "oh neat" and then thats it

[irrevocablecondition]

oh....oh but i haven't considered the sick fics. OHHHHHH BUT I HAVEN'T CONSIDERED THE SICK FICS.

first thought? hanahaki disease. MHMMMM I'M THINKING. i'm thinking james who's always watching snily - in whatever iteration - and he's so fucking consumed by them. he's so JEALOUS. he's so annoyed about the fact he's been doing everything he can to get lily and This Guy???? this guy gets her??? nah. he's fuming. he's jealous. he's going insan-

awh :( a petal :( he has hanahaki disease

then you have some fun things of:

james assuming it's lily so the first bit of the story is him trying to convince her that he's sick and this isn't a prank but she doesn't believe him because it's so early but he can't leave it too long or it won't be reversible!! he's panicking !!!

he goes to the marauders for help and they team up to save james. how? any way they can.

then eventually, james gets too sick to deny and lily mhm yah smooch

oh :(( ohhhhh no it doesn't work because the whole point is that feelings have to be reciprocated and they haven't, for want of a better word, blossomed yet

WABAM! jeverus

didn't work because he was rarely looking at lily. she was rarely the part of snily he was looking at, no his eyes alwaysss drifted a bit. and now he's given up because he's like omg >:( it's snape! how will i ever convince snape to like me back and he starts planning all of these plots and plans

meanwhile snape has already been in the potion lab making nutrition and strength potions because yeah, he fucking hates potter but he's not gonna let him die after the guy saved his life. plus part of his potion apprenticeship could be that he helps makepotions for the hospital wing so he's just Always there. he's the one that adminsters james' potions, he sees james deteriorate, he sees him turn into a shell of himself and he sees this person who once used to fill him with,,, something. even if it was rage and anger, it was something and now james is so EMPTY and he hates that. and i want you to imagine hbp drarry and the bathroom scene. that kind of rushing realisation that "shit, i don't actually hate this guy" and we all know that the bathroom scene should've ended with a kiss so-

:D fixed. james no longer has hanahaki disease :D feelings reciprocated and all is good agai-

now they have to Deal With The Aftermath. and it would be so messy. so so messy. maybe yk, double it. maybe remus walks into the hospital wing right as they kiss and now he's burdened with the fact he should NOT tell sirius. sirius will go feral. so james has so much pressure to not fuck this up on either end but there's no way for him to make them both happy AND himself, so he just has to bite the bullet and decide what one he- OH WHAT IF THAT'S SWM 😭😖 what if he's so fucking scared of losing sirius and he's so scared of everything he's feeling that swm happens after his realisation

[martlet-my-beloved]

I feel like Martlet would want to go with Frisk out of the ruins. After the time she seperated from Clover she would not want that to happen with another human child.

i dont think there would be any circumstance where martlet could ever bring herself to let frisk go alone tbh. its either frisk stays in the ruins with her and toriel as long as they like or they go out into the underground together. by the end of uty's pacifist, martlet definitely has ZERO trust in the guards and asgore to just let a child walk out into a world ready to kill them on sight.

i mean, im pretty sure im not fooling anyone by doing the whole "will they wont they" about frisk leaving the ruins XD. it's really only a matter of time before they confront toriel about it, and martlet wouldnt hesitate to follow right after them. she's brought a human through the underground once, and she'd do it again no questions asked

currently i think this au takes place around 5 or 6 years after uty? so martlet definitely had time to think about her time with clover and definitely knows about what toriel does. she knows the game plan. either she helps keep the next human safe in the ruins or she keeps them safe out in the underground. still a royal guard, after all.

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[druidgroves]

the best thing about games designed with multiple endings is that there isn't a canon storyline & it's whatever the player makes of it. you control the canon.

[tubapun]

If Disney had had the chance to make the Wicked movie in the early 2000s like they wanted you KNOW they would have cast Ashley Tisdale as Galinda. And they would have been right to do so.

[xincountry]

the truth is i love entertaining the idea of hq!! x bllk crossover (with the actual timeline...) like can you imagine. the year is 2018. hinata shoyo has just come back from brazil and joins the black jackals. the vleague season is kicking off and everyone's watching. everyone's hyped. soccer is a bust after their pathetic loss in the worldcup. along with the new viewership from hinata's beach volleyball endeavours everyone is so excited. And Then. the u20 match (2019)——aka the first time blue lock has actually been advertised/exposed to the world:

kuroo, jva promotional division employee, crashing kodzuken's place: yo why the hell is soccer blowing up in japan??

kenma: theres like a hunger games thing for soccer going on idk and they're competing against the japanese u20 national team

kuroo, suddenly very serious: do you think our athletes will be interested in that kind of thing. for volleyball

kenma:

kenma: your athletes Are the japanese national team. unless you wanna grab those kids you've been coaching and put them through the hunger games.

kuroo:

kenma: don't do it.

bokuto thinks it's a good idea. kageyama says as long as i get to play volleyball. he reaches out to the jfu multiple times to suggest a collaboration between the jfu and the jva and gets shut down by multiple jfu employees, all of which include those two guys who hate ego and blue lock i forgot their names 😭😭😭

it's an occupational nightmare. kuroo is working overtime doing research on this Blue Lock thing just to go up against one ego jinpachi from the jfu. he walks past shibuya and sees itoshi sae.png on the billboards. he abuses kenma's channel so much to film and upload so much promotional material around this time [kenma voice] please support hinata shoyo sponsored by bouncing ball (or whatever influencers say) he's so grateful when blue lock goes on two week break (even though the internet forums are going absolutely batshit insane) and people start watching the vleague again. the highlight videos start racking up views among other things. kuroo breathes a sigh of relief.

two weeks later. it is march of 2019. NEL starts. and this time they're televising everything bllk related in a historic event that will be known as BLTV and now kuroo knows peace no longer. he loses it in his office cubicle.

[dad-friend]

yall ever see a post correcting disinformation but the correction has a lot of red flags that suggest its also either mis- or dis- information? its like the "net zero information" thing but instead there is information, the information is just "theres a lot of unreliable sources on this entire topic"

[firstworldbank]

ambidextrous hoxton in the sense that his left hand is his dominant hand, but his right has been trained up to have pretty fuckin good penmanship. yeah he regularly got whacked with a ruler for writing with his left hand as a wee one

[loveinamystery]

Another chapter in and I still need answers about stone baby.

[snape-lover13]

The old classroom was cloaked in an almost eerie silence, broken only by the rustle of pages as Remus turned them, and the scratching of Severus's quill against parchment. The dim light from a solitary lamp in the corner cast long shadows, creating a mysterious atmosphere that mirrored the complexities of the relationship between the two boys.

Remus Lupin, with his worn-out copy of Percy Jackson, was lost in the world of demigods and mythical creatures. It was his refuge, a place where he could escape the harsh reality of being a werewolf and the growing distance between him and his friends. He felt the weight of the impending full moon, and the solitude gnawed at him.

In the opposite corner, Severus Snape scowled over his astronomy homework, resenting the interruption. The last thing he wanted was company, especially from a member of the infamous Marauders. But as his gaze met Remus's, he detected a vulnerability, a weariness that echoed his own struggles with his tumultuous life.

Books and parchment scattered as Severus's irritation boiled over. "Why are you still here, Lupin? Can't you find somewhere else to rot?"

Remus, startled, stammered an apology and offered to leave. Yet, to his surprise, Severus's tone softened, and he hesitated. "Fine, stay. Just don't bother me."

The two boys retreated to their respective corners, the tension lingering in the air. Remus couldn't help but steal glances at Severus, who seemed entirely absorbed in his work. However, after a while, Remus noticed something unexpected—Severus had abandoned his astronomy homework and had picked up a copy of Percy Jackson.

The shared appreciation for the adventures of Percy, Annabeth, and Grover created an unspoken connection, even if Severus didn’t know it yet. Remus smiled, realizing that in this moment, they were just two boys, escaping into the world of half-bloods and monsters, putting aside the labels that society had imposed upon them.

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The night stretched on, Remus, immersed in the adventures of Percy Jackson, found comfort in the familiar escapades of demigods navigating a world that mirrored the complexities of his own life. The moon's glow filtered through the dusty windows, casting intricate patterns on the stone floor

Severus, on the other hand, was switching between  a complex potion formula and enjoying his book. The flickering candlelight accentuated the sharp angles of his features as he furrowed his brow, the ink-stained quill dancing with precision across the parchment. The atmosphere in the room felt charged with unspoken tension, a delicate balance between the solitude they sought and the inevitable collision of their worlds.

The silence between them was heavy, each absorbed in their pursuits, and yet the awareness of the other's presence lingered like an unspoken invitation. Remus stole occasional glances at Severus, observing the meticulous nature of his work. The potion diagrams sprawled across the parchment seemed to dance with an alchemical grace that contrasted sharply with the whimsical chaos of Percy Jackson's tales.

As the night wore on, the air became thick with a quiet tension that demanded release. Remus, feeling the urge to break the silence, looked up from his book and found Severus's eyes already on him, a challenge in their depths.

Severus's voice cut through the stillness, "You really find solace in those tales, Lupin? Not your typical werewolf reading material."

Remus paused, considering his words before responding, "Perhaps. But sometimes, even in fiction, we find reflections of our own struggles. It's not about escaping; it's about understanding."

Severus raised an eyebrow, a silent invitation for Remus to elaborate. And so, in the hushed corners of that Hogwarts classroom, a dialogue unfolded – not of camaraderie, but of opposing perspectives and shared vulnerabilities.

Remus continued, "Percy Jackson's world is one of constant battles, not just against external foes, but against the internal ones too. It resonates with the struggles we face as outsiders, as individuals caught between two worlds."

Severus scoffed, "And you see yourself as an outsider, Lupin? Don't pretend we share the same struggles."

Remus met Severus's gaze with a steady intensity, "We may wear different masks, Snape, but we both know what it's like to navigate a world that doesn't fully accept us."

The words hung in the air, a challenge and an acknowledgment woven into the fabric of the night. The dialogue, though strained, became a bridge between two solitary souls navigating the labyrinth of their own realities.

As the night drew to a close, the unfinished potion and the worn-out book lay side by side, remnants of a night that had woven a complex tapestry of shared silence and challenging words. Remus gathered his belongings, leaving the classroom with a nod towards Severus, a silent agreement to continue the conversation another night.

The moon cast its final glow over the room, a witness to the nuanced dance of words and quiet companionship that unfolded within the walls of Hogwarts, a place where even the loneliest of souls found an unexpected connection in the depth of the night.

[totaldebilitation]

Noah, have you seen the reboot? And if so, what is your opinion on the people comparing you and Mk? (also known as Mary Kate)

I haven't seen the reboot and I don't plan to, as distancing myself from that horrible, awful show is the best thing I can do moving forward.

I watched a few clips though, just for the sake of answering this ask.

She's a smart girl. More impish than I ever was on the show, though.

[asexual-levia-tan]

have a feeling these two posts are related