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thedivinedemom · 3 years

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An AU of DC with a mass crossover of PS4 properties.

Provisional name: Players Searching for Detectable Changes (Get the pun?)

The setup:

This is the future of DC, a world where the old guard has slowly withdrawn and the newer generations have risen to the occasion. The original Titans in particular, most of which have formed the new Justice League while many other, very similar teams had started to form across the world. One of which was a resurgence of the Teen Titans, led by an older and purified Raven. She wanted to make the Teen Titans something akin as it was for her, a place to belong and learn to use one's powers.

The first 'class' of such individuals include:

Stargirl (of the now-disbanded JSA and still getting used to the Starrod)

Blue Beetle III (Freshly attached to his alien symbiote and freaking out a bit)

Robin V (to work on his anger issues, mostly at the new Batman's request)

Kaldur (a half Atlantean half metahuman who is struggling with his identity and the surface world, Aquaman feels a kinship for the boy seeing their similarities)

Static Shock (a promising new hero but little experience working outside his city or in groups)

Mary Marvel (she's... she's going through alot. Fresh from a coma, her brother is distant as he acts as the new Wizard, and she may be, sorta kinda, being corrupted by Black Adam's gifted power)

The team was rough and there was plenty of head butting (Mostly between Stargirl and Robin/Damian as one is almost the unanimous leader while the other thinks he should be) but they were getting there. They were more of a clean up crew for the Justice League, they did more than the "kiddie missions" that the Outsiders didn't do, and they meant more than the PR grab that was the International team. Though they didn't seem to amount to more than that. They still did their best, pushing past the silent ridicule, as they went about their missions.

This may be why tempers were so high that day.

One day, outside a little city by the name of Weller's Point, the prisoner transport for the villain Plasmus had an "accident". Released and awakened the creature went on a rampage, heading ever closer to the populated area. Luckily, the mentor of the New Teen Titans could teleport. The new team did fairly well in the fight, though they did struggle a bit as Plasmus was not a being where simple brute force would work. It made the fight tricky and more than a bit... messy.

Messy enough that juvenile and emotionally compromised Mary Marvel lashed out against the downed villain but was stopped by her teammates... things escalated from there. Restraint turned blows and the whole team struggled to stop their powerhouse without hurting her. The ones who do the best are Raven, Stargirl, Blue Beetle, and oddly Static.

While both of the former could use their abilities to restrain her to a very effective degree Static was actively draining her of strength, or at least of the electic aura she was radiating and blasting with. Frustrated, done with the situation, and a bit petty Mary launched her largest attack yet by saying her magical word.

SHAZAM.

Virgil did what he did best, he handled that lightning as it came crashing down towards Mary and the Titans restraining her. Well, he tried. The bolt was just too powerful, too unlike anything he had ever encountered. He could not handle it and it was dissipating, if anything it clung to him or tried to jump towards the girl. He had to get rid of it and he had to get rid of it quickly, safely too if he could help it.

He shoved it into the ground, into the power lines. He did it as carefully as he could, trying to prevent overload or flashover as guided the charge into the power grid.

What happened next was a combination of a few things. 1. The Mystic and transformative properties of the Lightning, 2. It is effectively being filtered through a bang baby, 3. The kryptonite power plant owned by, provided by, and operated by Lexcorp.

This interaction, this new charge, cycling through the power grid interacted strangely with a number of devices but none more so than PlayStation 4s and the devices connected to them. This new electricity changed things, literally. It brought fantasy into reality.

Whatever game was loaded into became a part of our reality in a small way. Sometimes TVs, Controllers, and even the system changed to reflect items from the game but the bigger change came with the Players. If a person was playing their console during the surge then they would become a metahuman with abilities based on the playable character they were playing.

The city, the county even, was now flooded by an abundance of metahumans and items of varying power of devastation. Static felt horrible.

He couldn't help but compare what has happened here to what happened in Dakota City but on a wider scale. And this time it was his fault. His sense of responsibility wouldn't, couldn't, let that stand. He had to fix his mistake and his team was dragged along for the ride.

The story to follow is a mix of Final Crisis and Kingdom Come with a bit of the Young Justice cartoon in events and themes, a few twists and likely a bit lighter in tone but to the DC geeks this should give a rough idea… Maybe a bit of Marvel's Civil War but hopefully not the rushed knee-jerk mess that that ended up being.

But it's here that I start having issues with my planning. One part in worry as outside the set up we start to follow the perspective of OCs (something rarely smiled upon) and another part in wondering which OC to focus on.

Now, one thing I love in fiction is progressive powers and the conflict escalating from the different paths people take in said progression. In that vein, I have a pair of protags in mind as well.

The main two/co-protagonists:

The Lawkeeper- a cop before the change and now a member of a task force made up largely of those affected by the surge. A gamer, a man of color, and a believer of the spirit of the law. He doesn't always get along with his fellow officers but he believes in what the blue does. He believes that an organized response is what is best.

His abilities are based on those of Jesse Fades of Control. Meaning he has tremendous psychic potential but he needs 3 things to reach his full potential.

1.Items to bond to so he can generate these psychic abilities. Jesse's used altered items of her universe to get thematic abilities from them (ex: a safe to generate a shield, a carousel horse for a dash ability, ect). Here he can use items generated by the surge.

2. A patron/partner entity to help guide, give insights, and empower. It also let's the user enforce reality, basically becoming an anti reality warper.

3. A bonded morph weapon or a weapon to come to his hand when called.

The knight- a recent college graduate who instantly decided to go the route of the caped hero. She, after figuring out how to get her powers to work, instantly went the route of a caped crusader. Going out to the streets, saving lives, stopping instances of surge item abuse, and (in the humble opinion of the local Police Department) getting in the way of operations. In her opinion they were taking too long to get things done.

Her abilities are based on those of Prince Noctis of Final Fantasy XV. This means she has tremendous physical and magical potential but like the above she has a number of check marks needed to gain access to the character's full power.

1. A gem/crystal to draw power from.

2. 13 magical weapons to boost strength. The generated game weapons will do and I have most picked out in a way that likely would help the plot progress.

3. The blessing of 5-6 gods.

4. A power ring of some king to channel all this power.

I keep debating the two above as I do like the idea of both of them climbing in power and clashing over conflicting ideals of what to do with their power. At the same time, I think that just smooshing aspects of both into one (which is actually where they started, a single character) and play off the different ideologies of how best to help people from within her friend group and precinct along with internal conflict. Maybe have the one be a fellow officer they butt heads with because of the... precarious nature

Another OC I was thinking on, keeping with the theme of what to do when you have power, is a thief who played Persona 5. Like both of the above they would be crippled in their ability to use their abilities without a way to fake the connection to. In this case, without the Mementos App, they would need an item that could affect or enter the hearts of others. Luckily, more unlucky really, there are plenty of items floating around that can do just that. Namely Keyblades.

Most other Players are an odd mix but most are variations of the Shooter build. Peak physical humans who heal quickly and often have bullet time. But there are enough other variations to cause trouble. Demigods of unreal strength, men and women who can easily tap into a patron for powers from the outside, 2 variations of spider powers, cat eyed men and women who can cast magic with simple gestures, and so much more. But the real issue was the first two, the demigods without a parent to protect them and those easily connected to a divine source.

The disembodied New Gods of Apocalypse were very happy with those groups. For how bad this can be please look at what happened to Mary Marvel in canon Final Crisis.

Thoughts and opinions would be appreciated.

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writingmilo · 5 years

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Maya: Chapter 5

Part 3 of Flipped AU

TRIGGER WARNINGS: PHYSICAL VIOLENCE, MANIPULATION LET ME KNOW IF THERE’S ANYTHING ELSE YOU WANT WARNED ABOUT

The footsteps raced towards the Maya, but she couldn’t tell how many people were coming; they all echoed together. She was sure that somebody was shouting, the woman that had her hand over her eyes, and others were trying to placate her. Despite her attempts, she still couldn’t move. The commotion continued, but Maya felt detached from it, as if it were happening through a glass wall, or she was underwater whilst it happened above her.

In reality, Louise had screamed at the condition of her daughter, who was bleeding profusely from several wounds, and wanted to get the attention of the others. They rushed to her aid, thinking that Maya had somehow managed to attack her, only to be greeted by a worried mother who didn’t want the blood of her daughter on her conscience.

The hand over Maya’s eyes was taken away, but now, instead of blackness, she saw a person, dressed in a pressed shirt underneath a blood splattered lab coat, leaning towards her. Having been attacked by Henrik and the others before, Maya flinched, but couldn’t move away from him, meaning that she was soon enough scooped up into his arms, and being lifted from the floor. Every muscle twitched and spasmed in pain, but she tried to stay calm, scared of the consequences that would come if she glitched again.

The bobbing motion of walking didn’t help the pain, but it was better than lying on the cold hard ground where she had been left. The soft bed where she was put down was even better, but everything still hurt. Luckily, she thought, she had been able to feel the doctor’s arm under her knees, meaning that she could still feel her legs, even if they were unusable from the moment’s pain. She hadn’t noticed him leaving, but he returned into the bright room with a tall pole, as well as Jameson.

Jameson sat on a stool next to her, watching her lie still as she felt Henrik move around the bed, taking the pole with him. Soon she felt a needle poking into the crook of her elbow, and she realised that the pole had been to hang a drip from. Hopefully it contained painkillers, or something that would knock her out for long enough for her to get better.

That didn’t come.

Hours passed and as the drip bag slowly emptied into her system, the pain only became more intense. Jameson never left, but he didn’t do anything about the pain; he wasn’t a qualified doctor after all. Sometimes he would smirk at her as she writhed and squirmed in pain, but he made sure she never saw these moments.

Eventually, Henrik came back to change the drip bag, and as he saw Maya’s pain, he tutted under his breath.

“No no, this will never do.” He turned to Maya. “You are in more pain?” She nodded through a tight grimace.

“I will fix this, give me some time.” He walked out of the room again, leaving the drip still in her arm, to fill a new IV bag. During the time Henrik was away, Marvin came in, swapping places with Jameson. Were they on shifts?

“So little duck, how are you feeling?” His smile seemed so genuine, but everything that had happened to bring her here proved he was anything but friendly.

“Not great.” The words weren’t all that clear, but Marvin got the message.

“About what happened earlier,” he started, having thought of an excuse with the others to try and convince her that what they did was good for her, “I know we went too far, the atmosphere got too much for us, we should have backed off earlier.”

“What?” Maya was confused, he wasn’t apologising, there was no remorse in his voice.

“We, all of us, are too competitive, we all wanted to outdo each other back there.”

Before Maya could respond, Henrik came back, holding a new IV bag. He swapped them before stopping and looking at Maya’s poisoned form.

“I shall be back in half hour for checking up on you.” He tapped the side of her face in what could be viewed as a gesture of kindness, but under the circumstances Maya viewed it as one of dominance. She was at the doctor’s mercy.

A shiver of fear ran down her spine, and her aura flared slightly.

“I need...” Marvin looked at her, a quizzical expression, daring her to continue, “Can I have my medication? Please?”

“But Maya, what would you need medication for? Are you trying to say that you’re scared of us?” His quizzical expression morphed to a smirk; she hadn’t taken his warning.

“No, no but I need it, my doctor says I need it.”

“Oh honey,” he leaned forward, giving Maya a hug even though she couldn’t return it, his head resting next to her ear, “You don’t need anything but us.” He let her go, smiling broadly at her.

“Oh little duck,” a tear sauntered down her cheek, “Don’t be afraid, we’ll protect you from everything that has ever hurt you.” He leaned back in his chair, sitting in silence with her until Henrik came back in.

“How is the pain, little duck?” Truthfully, Maya had almost forgotten about it with the new IV, and the strange conversation with Marvin.

“Better, a lot better.”

“Good. Didn’t we tell you that we would look after you, that we could protect you from the things that want to hurt you?”

“You said that, but how can you protect me from yourselves?” Maya was unsure where the sharp remark had come from, but it was too late. She couldn’t unsay it.

“Well, if that is how you feel,” Henrik pulled the needle out of Maya’s arm, and wheeled the IV stand to the far side of the room, “We’ll see how you feel in a couple of hours after the morphine has worn off.” He walked out of the room.

For almost an hour Maya felt no difference, but as time ticked onwards, the pain started to come back, starting as small tingling sensations, before growing and blooming into spots of acute agony and an overwhelming sense of death.

“Please,” She hissed at the movement, “Marvin, please, help me.”

Before Marvin could answer though, Chase walked in. “Sorry, no can do little duck, I can’t go against the doc’s orders. You’ll learn that one pretty quickly.” He stood up and smiled at Chase before leaving. Chase sat in the chair where Marvin had been, and stared at Maya, as if studying every aspect of her.

He stayed like that for some time, Maya now losing consciousness from the pain.

“Are you scared?” The question was unexpected, yet so nonchalant.

“A bit.” It was somewhat truthful, if she had been less preoccupied by the pain, she was certain she would be much more terrified.

“Are you in pain?”

“So much.”

“Okay.” He stood up and left, returning a few minutes later with Henrik and another IV bag. The stand still in the corner, Henrik swapped the bags before moving it back to Maya’s bedside and hooking it into her arm. The relief was small, but almost instant, lifting enough of the pain from her to let her vision stop blackening.

“Back to questions then,” Chase flashed a grin at her, and Maya imagined that was how he would smile at the camera, “Are you happy?” Maya scoffed slightly.

“No. I miss papa.”

“Oh little duck, soon enough you will be happy again, we will all be happy together as a family.” Another grin. “But, if you’re really not doing well, Henrik can prescribe you something to help you feel better.” She thought for a while: maybe it could replace her anxiety medication.

“I think that would be good.” She swallowed, her mouth dry from not drinking. “Can I ask something?”

“Sure thing little duck, ask away!”

“Why did papa never talk about you? Why did he never tell me mum died?” She needed to know the answers. How could her papa have hidden such huge things from her?

“Well, your papa never liked us, he couldn’t wait to leave the house as soon as he was old enough. And as for your mum, well, he never knew. Nobody did, not even her.”

“What do you—” Before she could ask, Chase sprung out of his chair and left, coming back with a woman on his arm.

“Little duck, your mum.” Chase smirked as he watched Maya’s face shift from confusion to shock to hurt back to confusion.

“May, baby, I missed you so much! You’re so big now, and look how pretty you are!”

“No… she’s dead. She’s dead, right? This is a joke? A sick, twisted joke?” She waited for one of them to confirm, but neither did.

“No May, this is real. I gave birth to you on the 19th June. When I held you, you cried, but when I gave you to your father, you smiled and laughed. How would anyone else know that?”

“No.... my mother is dead. I don’t have a mother anymore, even if you’re here, you’re nothing to me anymore.”

“Why you little bitch!” Louise lunged forwards, slapping Maya across the face, only to be pulled backwards by Chase.

“I knew I shouldn’t have left you with that no good father of yours, look what he’s done to you!”

“At least he didn’t abandon me, so go and fuck off, I don’t want you.” This time, it was Chase who hit her, square in the jaw.

“You don’t talk to your mother like that. We welcome you into our home and this is how you thank us, making us do these things to you. You’re an ungrateful little brat.”

“Then finish me off and bury me with papa. I’d rather be there than with you here!” The other’s must have heard Maya shouting, because they rushed into the doorway, hanging around to watch the show.

“I swear Maya, if you say another word, I will have to fix you tongue.” Chase was almost shaking with rage, and Louise had run off to the others in the doorway.

“Fucking do it.”

Chase grabbed Maya’s chin, holding her so she couldn’t escape his stare.

“My children won’t disrespect me like this.” He dragged her off the bed, walking through the halls with her stumbling behind him on her injured legs.

Soon, they came to a door, and he pulled a key from around his neck to unlock it. He pushed her through into the dark room, following so he loomed over her collapsed body on the floor. Now he pulled something out of his pocket, a silver choker set with five stones. Clamping it around her neck, it sent a pulse of energy through her, causing her seizing muscles to spasm with shots of pain.

“We’ll see how long this attitude lasts little duck.” Chase walked back to the door, slamming it behind him. Just as Maya was going to try and stand so she could open it, she heard the click of the lock. She was trapped.

So, after posting this, I’m going on a social media break for a few days. Just in case I miss Sunday’s update or I’m not replying to comments. 💚💚💚

@honestlyitsjustkenna @thelunarmasquerade @goldenoceanaart @kate807 @unsuredoodles @bloodygoldensam @the-yandere-kitsune @septicuniverse @innocent-angel3 @simsepticfan @friezzzboiii @atomicsepticeye @jessiitjiia @maybekatie @theluckoftheclaws

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estro-gem · 4 years

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Black and White in Grey: Chapter 3

Author’s note: PTSD is a real thing and has a different effect on everyone. I may not have experienced the worst of it personally and I am thankful for that, but there are many who had and is coping with it.

It’s hard to envision Luna not suffering from it to some degree, considering her past with being banished to the moon for 1000 years.

Imagine being stuck with the seemingly most inconsiderate people, while experiencing an episode of sorts.

This is not for the faint of heart.

CHAPTER 3: UNWANTED EXPERIENCES

“Unhand me! What did you do? Where am I?”

Luna struggled out of the draconequus’s grip and stumbled backwards, preventing a near fall, since Discord didn’t hold her so tightly. She was startled, but not enough to be completely unwary of her new surroundings. Her chest felt tight and her legs were shaky. She hated being teleported to unknown places without warning or against her will.

It brings back unwanted memories.

Discord held up his arms as if he was a ringmaster and smugly announced, “Welcome to my very own dimension, princess Luna! It’s small compared to others, but cozy nonetheless. Please, make yourself at home, I insist.”

Luna could only glance around with wide eyes. Her frazzled reaction was only momentary, but it was enough for Discord to menacingly chuckle in satisfaction as the princess calmed herself to the point where she could breathe with ease again. To him, this was the perfect payback for getting under his skin. No one just gets away with patronizing the great Lord of Chaos. Luna was having none of it, though. She wanted out and she wanted out now.

“Discord, I’m not joking. Take me back, now!”

He didn’t seem phased at all. He simply turned his back to walk to his… “kitchen” and gather supplies to prepare a tray of tea. The dark pony allowed a small thought to come about her mind to wonder why he’d bother making any. She didn’t want tea… and he could just summon a tray by snapping his fingers! Why the effort? Her thought was cut off by his sarcastic tone.

“Oh, but happened to your formalities? You can’t just let something like that go down the drain; you were on a roll!”

Luna stood her ground, “Discord!”

“What?”

“Ugh, what do you want from me?”

By then, Discord placed a tray of tea and biscuits on a small table in the living room area, where Luna had been standing the entire time. Without a warning, the Lord of Chaos summoned an arm chair beneath the princess; letting a little “oof” pass her lips. She glared daggers at him as he sat down in his own chair, taking a cup on the way down.

“You owe me a visit for patronizing me” he took a sip away from the china, “… oh, and while you’re at it, you can apologize for ruining my surprise make-over I gave the Royal Sculpture Garden. Please, help yourself, the tea is getting cold.”

Luna scoffed, “Surprise make over?! You destroyed it!” she briefly paused before adding, “How to I know that it’s not poisoned?”

Discord lifted a single eyebrow, “That’s harsh.”

It was Luna’s turn to lift an eyebrow, “My accusation of the garden or the tea?”

“Both.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Luna sighed as she put a hoof to her forehead. She felt tired now. The fact that the world around the dark pony literally spun and that she was debating about two different things at once, didn’t help at all. She knew it was what Discord wanted. He wanted her to accept defeat just to be done with it all, but Luna didn’t want to allow that. She wasn’t going down without a fight… not yet at least…

The princess looked Discord in the eye and suggested in a rather passive-aggressive manner, “Let’s settle the tea argument first, shall we?”

“We’re going to do this one-thing-at-a-time, now? Talk about boring! And I thought your sister was uptight-“

“-well I don’t really care what you think.” Luna rudely cut him off in a matter-of-fact tone. At this Discord fell silent and stared with his mouth agape as he felt offended. No… he wasn’t really offended, he was taken aback, maybe even impressed. The dark pony had some sass, and he loved the effect he got out of her. It was very amusing to watch. Luna continued;

“First, you corrupted the Royal Sculpture Garden by giving literal life to everything, you put me at risk in the process, you tore me from my home dimension against my will and you try to justify your stunt you pulled, by accusing me for patronizing you while you try to serve me tea that I am not allowed to think of as poisoned? Why in the world should I trust a power-happy abomination like you, with anything?!”

Everything suddenly went quiet, except for the fairly heavy breathing, coming from Luna. In her excitement from before, she stood up and started shouting. Her rant let her pupils turn to cat-like slits and let her dark aura grow cold and sharp.

Now, they were both silent. The two powerful beings just stared at each other.

Luna, finally one to speak her mind, had the moment of silence to finally realize that she was actually terrified. Her body morphed back to its normal state, shaking.

Discord’s usual goofy, menacing smile was now replaced by an unreadable expression. There was just nothing… no anger, no surprise, no remorse and no smirk. He just stared into Luna’s eyes with an empty look and stood up to approach her.

Luna was too emotional to notice it. She was too tired to care.

Her heavy breathing turned into shaky gasps, then finally… to weak sobs. The panic from before too its toll on her. In the process, she sunk to the floor and covered her face with hooves like a young filly, muttering barely audible phrases with breaks of sobs between them,

“Everything was fine… “nothing bad was going to happen – until y-you… you… “you didn’t give me a chance to… “I was just torn away… for centuries… “I was… so alone. I felt so alone.”

The broken princess looked up at Discord with tear-stained eyes and finally noticed his unreadable, silent stance – looming over her like an executioner. She found the courage to weakly whimper out loud, “Am I really that irrelevant?”

The draconquus was silent and didn’t move a muscle. He just stood there, watching. The image was burnt into Luna skull.

She almost flinched at his sudden movement, when he lifted his paw to snap his fingers. Their surroundings changed again. Just as Luna wanted to shriek in fear for being teleported to an area against her will again, she recognized the floor-tiles, the colors; the sensations. They were in Luna’s bedroom.

The dark pony noticed that their travels were different from before, because in felt barely noticeable compared to the abrupt, reality-breaking feeling from the previous event. The princess weakly pushed herself off of the ground and instinctively walked to her bed. The room was as dark as always – the curtains easily blocking the sun rays from invading.

Discord watched her from a dark corner in the room with his eyes glowing intimidatingly bright. Luna was in bed by the time they exchanged looks. The Lord of Chaos, then, without a sound, stepped back, fading into the shadows and disappearing to let the dark princess finally sleep.

Luna wanted to cry… scream – tear the sheets – anything! She couldn’t though. Somewhere in her racing mind, a whisper reminded her about the moon.

She hadn’t lowered it yet.

Falling out of her bed, the princess hit the cold floor as she scrambled to her unsteady, shaky legs to make it to her window, pushing the curtain aside – almost tearing it down. The sun rays nearly blinded her, but she searched the sky for the moon. It was nowhere to be seen.

‘Celestia must had lowered it…’

That was her last thought before collapsing to the floor. She felt heavy and with the curtain falling in place again, the dark consumed the room once more.

The guard that checked in on the princess by noon, almost had a heart attack finding her sprawled out on the floor, unconscious. After getting her into bed with nurses diagnosing her with shock, Celestia could breathe again.

For a moment, she believed that everything was falling apart again.

Next: Chapter 4

Previous: Chapter 2

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