#canon-divergent.

[viciouslyfilthy]

" The Beast of Lust. "

(Ex) Judge Claude Frollo

76 years of age (though aging now does not mean much to him anymore since he's cursed eternally to remain in this current form, he doesn't grow weaker but he doesn't get better)

Awassi sheep-like type of drake. (Formerly human)

Personality:

A cruel Judge no more, now all there is left is an utterly broken and humiliated man, somewhere deep inside the animalistic, lust-driven creature he is now.

Claude's spirit has been shoved so deep in embarassment and self-hatred that over the years the beast rarely cares to entertain these feelings anymore, he either bottles them up and dissociates from them- has outbursts of rage- or, much less common, he cries and pleads to God hopelessly.

Of course- this happens during few moments of clarity where he just decides to be angry with himself. His internal conflict remains, if anything- it only accentuated. His nature is very hypocritical. On one half, he no longer cares and gladly indulges in his vices and entertains himself with what brings him comfort and closure (his imps), he feels at peace during these moments, feeling like a completely different person; on the other half, his mind still sometimes desperately tries to cling back to being fully against indulging, attempting to abstain himself again and begging God for forgiveness, leading to guilt for 'sinning', which leads him to remember about his new condition- which leads him to reflect, which leads him down a path where he begins to understand why he's been punished this way- which leads to one or two things: a complete emotional shutdown where Claude flat out is unable to feel anything towards his past actions and what he is now, OR complete and utter denial of guilt which leads to more self-hatred until he either spirals into a manic, self-righteous episode or his animalistic instincts force his self-awareness to become temporarily absent, forcing him to take a break. (He ends up often forgetting about his anger, emotional and literal memory loss is another thing he frequently deals with)

This is the other thing I was implying at the beginning of this with 'during a few moments of clarity', Claude no longer has full control over himself, his old mind is merely a passenger that often gets the privilege of being aware of his existence and his actual complications. The best way I can describe his 'mindless beast' behaviour when he is not aware of his old self is a mixture between the Ice King from Adventure Time and Smaug from The Hobbit; he's still intelligent but it's as if he becomes another person entirely as he temporarily forgets about his past and that he used to be human. In this state he only cares to please himself (sexually or otherwise), eat, sleep and boss around/tend to his imps.

His behaviour is also very reminiscent of a common fictional dragon's greedy behaviour (which makes sense since he's supposed to be a drake AND a fitting fate for him to essentially have become a dragon given that he was very selfish as a human hehe); he may not spit fire but he will attack and maul anyone that enters his den unannounced or tries to steal from his hoard (he collects green shiny gems, often emeralds. This is an unconcious impulse driven by his obsession with Esmeralda; emeralds remind him of her name and vivid green colors remind him of her eyes). If the beast brings you into his den willingly, it's because he wants to keep you in there as part of his hoard. (If he has a moment of clarity, he might allow you to leave)

Biology:

His body is completely unrecognizable from the slim, human form he previously had. The only remnant that confirms that yes- this is the very same Judge, is his voice, untouched by the grisly transformation.

He's adapted the shape of a land drake, flightless and without any special kind of power really; he can't breathe fire nor possesses any kind of common magic you'd imagine most to have. His body is not all scaly! Some remnants of human skin remain in some areas (lower half of the body, head, neck, lower parts of arms & legs); the parts of his body that are scaly have a sturdier built, providing him some kind of protection- should he get attacked.

And this is where we get to the imps. He doesn't have any kind of common magic, but there is something that has been granted to him that can be considered magical: the power of his imps, a hivemind of little cutesy-devilish-looking creatures at his command that will obey his every command without arguing. It's like a grotesque mockery of the political power he previously possessed over fellow men.

The imps are also being mentioned here because they are an extension of Frollo, in a way. They have literally split off of him and they serve him and only him, and if an imp is killed- he will feel that pain much like the rest of the hivemind; the imps can also merge together! Often to recreate Frollo's original, human form (with tricorn hat and all!). He doesn't do this often with his imps and most times it's just to kind of mourn his humanity- but he can command his imps to go out and pretend to be him if he wanted to.

Overall the imps don't have many different personalities from one another since y'know they're a hivemind, but they do act like baby critters when they're not doing anything in particular or feel safe with their 'master'; they display unbothered/unphased joy and happiness while playing with eachother which makes them a tad wholesome with their child-like nature. Frollo cannot hurt them even if he wanted to, much as he might find them to be unnatural or 'unholy', the one thing his mind physically forbids him from hating, the one thing he is completely unable to be repulsed by, is his imps. It's like they carry bits of his humanity that is still 'pure' per say. (And also over the years he's grown to be oddly fond of them since they're pretty much all the company he has left now).

Backstory:

Day of Judgement finally arrived... it just so happened to be quite peaceful and not as destructive and chaotic as the Good Book put it, it was like any other day... well, somewhat- the Festival of Fools just so happened to fall upon this fateful date.

The evening of the same day Esmeralda had been left trapped within the cathedral of Notre Dame (the Hellfire song never happens in this AU unfortunately💔), the Judge would recieve a messenger at his door- warning him of what was to come, as his fate had been irreversibly decided: he was to slowly transform into a beast- his outsides would finally match his insides.

And of course... although intimidated, the Judge was quite offended and angered at such assumption of his character! He would've ordered this person be arrested for such insolence towards him, but as soon as he would try to chase them out the door- they were gone... as if they were never there.

The man paid no mind to these words, although unnerved- he preferred to focus on keeping an eye on the cathedral.

Until the changes started happening. During which he reluctantly allowed Esmeralda to go free after hearing she escaped, as he had other things to worry about now...

They were small at first, like longer, sharper nails and feeling little bumps around his head- but in less than a week they became very evident: nails turned into full-on claws, those bumps would begin to sprout into horns, and the Public Official would begin to display impulsive, animalistic behaviour towards his guards and the people around him- like growling and snapping at them.

The messenger's words returned to him one night like a bucket of boiling water splashed in his face- when he ruthlessly attacked and mauled a guard with a force he couldn't have possessed before; when the man became self-aware again of what he had done- he was greedily devouring the guts of the corpse before him like an animal. He stepped back, shocked, horrified and disgusted- yet something... called to him. A primal hunger he couldn't help but to satisfy.

And so begins his descent into fully becoming a monster on the outside as well.

The Judge would lock himself up in his home for months, lying that he was terribly sick to avoid having anyone see him in these conditions. He wouldn't be able to bear the humiliation and dread of thousands of eyes watching him become something unholy, unnatural, all because of his own actions.

He finds little comfort in anything as he's practically a prisoner in his own home, his sanctuary, finally being on the other side of the table with how Quasimodo must have felt for two decades. He hated it.

Then, memory loss begun to set in, which scared the man further- he would begin to forget verses from the Bible, he would forget he was ever human temporarily as he would devour raw meat and grow restless to leave his cage. His home begun to feel like an artificial setting within a zoo. His thoughts were not his own, and because of this- he chose to furiously write down his entire life and what led to him writing it down, which resulted in a genuine moment of self-reflection.

You'd expect some remorse from the wicked Judge, don't you?

He did too.

He slowly realized just how 'impure' his actions were that he did in the name of God and his duties as Official. He recognized them. He felt guilt and regret, but not out of remorse. He felt guilt and regret because this is what led to his hideous transformation.

He doesn't feel bad for who he has hurt, he doesn't feel a smidge of remorse for what he did to Quasimodo's mother, he doesn't feel a thing for Quasimodo in this context. Even when he tries to look for how he's supposed to feel, his heart is hollow. He doesn't genuinely regret his actions, only the fact that they're what led to him getting cursed.

And this is why Claude Frollo has been cursed to remain like this forever. His humanity stripped because of how far he separated himself from humanity with his cruelty, looking down upon others that were people just like him, and placing himself as high as the God he worships.

This curse is permanent because there never was redemption or 'making up' intended towards his past actions, there never will be because he doesn't truly feel bad about it. Although he may face guilt and accept being wrong behind closed doors, he does not feel remorse.

Eventually the beast suffered a manic episode that led to fleeing his sanctuary, leading him to burst out of his home in the middle of the night and escape somewhere he could be away from everything. He couldn't tolerate showing his horrendous face to the people of Paris, much less to admit any wrongdoings that caused this.

And so... here he is now, living in a den of his own making somewhere deep within the earth of France, his soul rotten by his vices he can no longer bottle up or abstain from (greed, lust, gluttony...).

A monster of his own making... but oddly enough he feels happy, in a twisted way. Happier than he has ever been when he was human. If he could choose to go back to being human and remaining a beast... in front of someone else, he would choose becoming human again- but if he was alone, although hesitant, he would choose to remain as he is. He wouldn't go back.

#the sleep of reason produces monsters ( frollo ) #beast of lust ( frollo visage ) #fragments of the man he used to be ( frollo headcanons ) #roots from the past ( oc info/backstory ) #look at us ( mun art ) #canon-divergent. #body horror tw #mental illness tw #religion tw #violence tw #nudity cw

[sboochi]

*sips tea* it's dumb crossovers time

I guess here King Arthur was a real dude who became legend after his death (in which demons and angels might have been involved). Our heroes now have a mystery to solve, with the help of a certain sorcerer.......

Part 1 >> Next

#what is magic in this au you ask? #*shrugs* #good omens #merlin #aziraphale #crowley #arthur pendragon #also this is canon divergence i think?? #idk i didn't give it much thought #magic omens au #(i know i know) #my art

[hiddenmoonbeam]

After a year of admiring amazing art and fics, I finally started drawing them too. So why not share, yeah? :')

#wolfstar #r/s #I’m more drawn to Hogwarts era and canon divergence #but this is the origin after all #and it felt only right to start here #also I really wanted to draw Sirius’ looong hair #…tbh his hair in general is a big reason I started drawing them at all lmao #anyway HI HELLO #also I need this tag too: #my art #hmb #art

[muffinlance]

I'm barely to the massacre and I can already tell I'm going to be screaming at every this-makes-no-sense decision made by the writers (your temple is under violent attack, and you evacuate the kids... to a barely enclosed corner in a prominent temple room? Instead of to the hundreds of sky bison that were highlighted as flying in earlier? Why?) (And Aang left to clear his head and think instead of to run from his duties? That's such a less compelling plot arc?) (And the show had him briefly monologue about being a goofy kid who loves pies and his friends instead of using the extended temple scene to show any of that? Didn't want to pay more child actors, did you, Netflix?)

Yeah I'm just. Going to be screaming at the screen instead of enjoying this. Different decisions aren't necessarily bad, but when those decisions seem to be in the direction of "show a man burning alive before we even get to the on-screen massacre" this is just... not the show for me.

#The original show emphasized the horror and sadness of the massacre by putting it in the context of people and culture lost #This one is going the Show People We Don't Know Burning Alive Clearly That Will Make More Of An Impression route #Gyatso's bones will always be the epitome of heart break #get out of here with your on-screen immolations just to demonstrate literally flashy cgi #Anyway someone tell me if the Omashu episode is worth watching in isolation I've seen gifs of Zuko getting brow-beat by Random Market Lady #And that DOES sound hilarious #But is the rest of the episode worth it or should I stick to gifs #This is like trying to decide if a barely-canon-divergent fanfic is worth slogging through #For its five fun new scenes #When the rest is just The Same As The Original But Worse #avatar the last airbender #atla #natla #netflix atla

[coffeecatcraze]

The fact that Vaggie knew it was a HORRIBLE idea for her to go to Heaven because there were so many things that could go wrong and so many bad memories there, but her girlfriend needed her and she couldn't say no to her cute face; the fact that the headstrong, optimistic, determined, powerful Princess of Hell knew she couldn't handle taking this huge step alone and the only one person she could imagine being by her side in that critical moment was Vaggie.

The fact that even when she felt so hurt, heartbroken, and betrayed and tried for a second to deny it, Charlie never stopped loving Vaggie, still referred to her as her girlfriend, and had full faith that she was completely succeeding in her task (getting detailed sensitive information from a weapons-dealing Overlord) while Charlie herself was struggling and failing with her own.

The fact that even with Charlie so upset that she intentionally threw a painful commentbat her (a comment with a subtle double meaning, though Charlie herself was definitely NOT thinking clearly enough to realize that implication and only meant to make a jab at the secret-keeping), Vaggie still wanted so desperately to protect Charlie out of love that she regrew angelic wings despite having been in Hell for years.

The fact that one gesture from Charlie told Vaggie everything she wanted to say to her, and that mutual understanding was so complete that she didn't hesitate to run to her knowing she would be accepted because her girlfriend still loved her and forgave her.

The support, love, and intimate understanding these two share even when things are hard and painful is so beautiful. They've been together for years; they've been through so much; and it's wonderful to have that respected and portrayed canonically instead of dipping into that easy, fan-craved trope of dramatically heavy relationship angst. I'm glad they left that angst itch to be scratched by fanworks instead, because these ladies aren't that type.

They are powerful; they are determined; they balance and complete each other; and most importantly, they are so head-over-heels and experienced in their love for each other that it took one day for Charlie to deeply consider everything and fully reconcile with Vaggie, who never doubted her even for a second. Their relationship isn't just established; it's stable, and I love to see that for a wlw couple. <3

#hazbin hotel #chaggie #vaggie #charlie morningstar #i usually caption my gifs but i am Tired and wanted to post chaggie appreciation on valentine's day #so have this before i fall asleep! <3 #not all queer couples need long dramatic relationship angst arcs! #we need more queer ships like this <3 #and don't get me wrong i love a good angst fic! #there are some really good post-s1e6 canon divergent ones on ao3!!! #but honestly this is their canon dynamic and i love that the show stayed true <3

[madbalalaika]

Commission for my dearest friend @teilzeiteinhorn 💖 A scene from a MDZS fanfic love, in fire and blood by cicer

#can't believe this is my first my first mdzs fanart since I've read it in like 2020 💀 #considering how obsessed I was with it back then #mdzs #lan wangji #wei wuxian #yiling laozu #art #fanart #sketch #digital art #canon divergence

[hairmetal666]

TW for internalized homophobia and related bad decisions

Steve is 12 and he thinks about finding his soulmate all the time.

You're supposed to find them through touch; your life together will flash in front of your eyes. They're rare, though, soulmates. So rare that most people never find theirs. So rare that some people say they're made up.

Steve wants to be one of the lucky few. He wants it to be a true, unbreakable bond, a love he gets to have forever.

He wonders if he'll find his soulmate at school. He's popular, he thinks. Tommy would say they were popular. But Tommy's definition of popular mostly has to do with the number of kids he can get away with being mean to, and that's not really Steve's deal. Tommy is like a prey animal, the way he can find weaknesses.

There's a new boy at school. Steve doesn't know his name, but they have English together. He's too thin, with huge brown eyes, and all his clothes are too big. His head's been inexpertly shaved and he never looks anybody in the eye. It's only a matter of time before he catches Tommy's interest, and Steve wishes he could stop it somehow, but he's never been good at going against Tommy.

The day comes, of course. They're standing in the hall, the new boy walking towards them, head down, as always. Tommy nudges Steve says, "What a loser."

And Steve shrugs, starts to ask Tommy about football, if the Colts can make the Super Bowl, but the boy is nearing and Tommy is cackling.

"Watch this." Tommy sticks his foot out.

The boy doesn't react fast enough. He falls forward with a bitten off yelp, and Steve moves without really thinking, only knows he can't stand to see him fall. He catches the new kid beneath his armpits, Steve's thumbs brushing the soft skin his arms.

The world around him falls away at the touch.

---

He's sitting on the floor in the band room, Eddie--the boy's name is Eddie--next to him. Eddie's hair is a little longer and Steve's in a green polo he doesn't recognize, and he's never been in the band room in his life. They're leaning into each other and laughing and Eddie's so beautiful.

---

They're in the woods--Skull Rock, Steve thinks. Eddie's hair is curled and frizzed around his chin, and he's laughing, his cheeks pink, his dimples prominent. He tries to pull his hair in front of his face, but it's not long enough yet to reach. Steve is overwhelmed, wants to kiss him so bad. He's never had to wait to kiss someone, or been unsure, or--

He wants to kiss Eddie.

So, he does.

It's hard, desperate, not the first kiss Steve expected, but then they've been waiting for so long.

---

Steve stands in the hallway of Hawkins High. He's wearing a striped, beige short-sleeved polo, and flirting with Nancy Wheeler.

He likes Nancy, she's pretty and smart and fun. And it's easy. He can hold her hand. Can introduce her to his parents. Can take her on dates and kiss her in public.

She bats her big blue eyes at him, and he can't help but kiss her.

He pulls away gently, brushing his thumb against her cheek, and when he looks down the hall, Eddie is there, frozen. His mouth is wide, his eyes glassy.

Steve thinks the way his heart stutters must be what dying feels like.

---

He's sitting on his diving board, facing away from the pool. He smokes a cigarette and there's a bat studded with nails at his feet, what the fuck. Music thuds, shrieks and laughter seep into the cool night air.

He should be playing the gracious host. He should be having a good time. Instead, his eyes search the woods and he taps another smoke out of the pack.

"Harrington?" The voice makes him jump, hand flexing around the bat handle. "It's freezing out. What are you doing?"

He recognizes the voice now, doesn't turn, doesn't respond, can't stand to see another person he let down; another person who could call him bullshit and be 100% correct.

"Do you not have a jacket? C'mon, man."

Something warm settles over his shoulders, and he inadvertently breathes in weed and leather and cedar. He squeezes his eyes shut, like that will make the comforting, familiar scent go away. He'll have to move to shrug off the jacket, though, which would mean acknowledging Eddie's presence.

"Can you at least say something, Harrington? You're freaking me out."

"I'm fine, Ed--Eddie." The nickname falls from his lips too easily. He doesn't miss how Eddie flinches.

His hair is long now, down to his shoulders, brittle looking in the cold. He's wearing a t-shirt and worn flannel, arms wrapped around his chest for warmth now that his jacket is draped over Steve's shoulders.

Steve is an idiot. He's such an idiot. Chasing after Nancy when Eddie is--

"I'm sorry," he says. He turns to face his soulmate, then. "I'm sorry about Nancy, I--"

Eddie jerks back like he's been hit. "Fuck you, Harrington," he snarls.

---

He sits in the back of an ambulance, eyes swollen shut, face throbbing. He's wearing a sailor suit for inexplicable reasons, which is almost more upsetting than the ambulance. He smells like puke and something toxically sweet.

A girl is with him, one he doesn't recognize, but he feels deeply, instinctively protective of her. He holds her shaking shoulders tight, tries to whisper comfort to her through his busted and bleeding mouth.

He's pretty sure he has a concussion.

"Steve!" Someone screams over the sounds of the EMTs and firefighters, of the building burning and collapsing behind them.

Eddie bursts through the gathered onlookers and past the ring of police cars enclosing them. He's falling into the ambulance before Steve has a chance to react.

"Sweetheart," Eddie sobs. He tries to cup Steve's face, but his fingers flutter around the damage. "Sweetheart, oh my god. I came as soon as I heard. Are you--what can I--"

Steve stares at him--his hair falling from its messy bun, his cutoff Metallica tee, concern and love leaking from those brown, brown eyes--and bursts into tears.

---

They sit on the roof of his house, sharing a joint back and forth. It's chilly, bordering on cold, winter just on the horizon. They're laughing, leaning into each other, and Steve is--he's happy. Elated. Could float away with it.

Robin--Robin-- is in the bathroom, or maybe in the kitchen for snacks, and it's just them for now. They're looking at each other, smiles wide, eyes bright.

They're taking it slow. Steve knows it's important, after what he did. They talked about it, his abandoning of Eddie for Nancy, chasing what his dad told him was normal and expected.

He doesn't want to cross any boundaries, wants to do this right. How Eddie deserves. But they're leaning into each other and they're smiling, and he's so in love. Intoxicated with it, lost.

In the end, he doesn't know who makes the first move, just that they're kissing and it's like coming home.

---

He's in a building, a shed or something. It's musty and dirty, smells like oil and gasoline and a building left closed up too long. Eddie's in his arms and he's talking through hiccuping sobs.

"I didn't save her, Steve. I didn't help. I just left her there! She was broken in pieces and I--I--"

Steve holds him close, tight, squeezes his eyes closed to stop his own tears from falling. He never wanted this for Eddie, never wanted him involved. Thought he could protect him from all of Hawkins's terrible things.

They aren't alone. Robin is there, coming up to hold Eddie too, plus a redheaded girl and curly haired boy he doesn't recognize.

"We'll figure this out, Eddie." The boy promises.

"We won't let anyone hurt you. We know you didn't murder Chrissy," the girl says.

---

Steve is in a world he doesn't understand, and Eddie is his arms. Eddie is in his arms, and there's blood everywhere. He's not awake, he's not--his heart beat is soft and slow, too slow, and his breathing stutters, and Steve can't--

"Baby, stay with me." He begs as he runs across the dead and rotting landscape. "Eddie, please. Wake up, okay? Wake up for me. I need to--I need to know that you're alright."

Eddie stays limp in his arms.

"Please," he begs. "You can't leave me. We promised, remember? We promised we'd be together forever. The rest of our lives. Me and You. Our six little nuggets. You promised."

The portal back to Hawkins is less than a dozen feet away, he's so close. Eddie gasps to consciousness, but his eyes are still hazy.

"Hi, sweetheart," he mumbles.

"Hey, hi, you're doing so good. We're almost out, okay? We're almost out and we'll get you to the hospital."

Eddie reaches out a weak hand, touches the edge of Steve's jaw. "Love you, Stevie," he whispers. "Glad you were mine."

He goes still in Steve's hold.

---

The images come faster now--

A hospital room at Hawkins General, Eddie hooked to machines. Steve holds hands with an older man. They wait in terrified silence

Eddie propped in a bed, a bunch of kids around him, Steve and Robin at his side. His eyes keep sliding to Steve, like he's making sure Steve's real, that he's still there

Their bodies tangled together in a bedroom Steve doesn't recognize

Steve down on one knee in a marble room lit only by black and red candles, Eddie standing in front of him

Hand-in-hand on a cliffside overlooking the ocean. The Chief of Police, Jim Hopper, stands in front of them with tears in his eyes and a beaming smile on his face

In a big, green yard behind a cozy little house. A little boy with Eddie's eyes and curls riding on his shoulders. Eddie sprinting around with a tiny girl giggling after him, perfect imitation of the King Steve hair-do on her tiny head

In a park, surrounded by family and friends. Steve has a little bit of a paunch and wears glasses. Eddie's hair streams around his shoulders, going grey at the temples. There's a banner strung between trees proclaiming 'Happy 20th Steve and Eddie!' They're surrounded by everyone they love and it's perfect

---

The images flash too fast for Steve to catalog after that, seconds-long glimpses of a shared future, and then he's back in his body in the hallway of Hawkins Middle, still holding too tight onto Eddie's arms.

Eddie rears back, face pale and terrified, and Steve is too shocked to do anything but let him go.

Tommy's yelling, but Steve only has eyes for his soulmate, who scrambles to his feet and throws himself down the hall away from them.

"What the hell, Harrington? Why'd you catch him? That was about to be funny as hell! I bet he'd have broken his nose--you ruined it!"

Steve isn't listening. He's trying to hold on to the memories of their life together, the ones that are already fading.

The last thing he remembers is that, sometime in the not-too-distant future, he'll find his way to the band room, Eddie Munson, and the rest of their lives.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ficlet #soulmate au #fluff #angst #angst with a happy ending #childhood sweethearts #canon divergent au #everyone lives/nobody dies #glimpses of the future #getting together #break up #getting back together #first kiss #brief stancy #platonic stobin

[usereddie]

this buck with this tommy <3

#first is model au. second is college au. third is neighbors au. fourth is canon divergence s1 meeting #btw. if u even care. #don’t ask abt the state of my pinterest home page rn #evan buckley #bucktommy #tommy kinard #my post

[beeturtlle]

" Tell Ozai he miscalculated..."

#we love Azula more than we fear him. #IM BEING #DESILUSIONAL #THIS IS WHAT FANFIC DOES TO A MF #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #maizulee #ty lee #azula #mai #i love canon divergencies of what happened in boiling rock #it feeds my mental illness #about them

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt

Jason’s return to Gotham as the crime lord Red Hood is significantly hampered when he saves two kids from being trafficked and suddenly finds himself nagging the two to eat their vegetables and do homework on time and, dear lord, your names are Freeman and… Batson? Yeah that’s it, Jason is not waiting this one out until they’re both suddenly dressed in traffic light colors and swinging around the city with an overgrown furry.

Freddy and Billy are a bit confused by the flash adoption via menacing Gotham guy, but it certainly helps that he’s not threatening to send them into the system and that he cooks them meals every day . And also “Billy, I think he might be the new vigilante! That is so cool!” “… do you mean the new crime lord?” “Same thing! Isn’t the helmet awesome!?”

Batman and Robin are… not sure what to make of the new crime lord that, on one hand, keeps antagonizing them to no end, and on the other hand was recently spotted at a meeting with his lieutenants where two masked kids burst into the room to scream about the kitchen being on fire and pointing at each other yelling “It’s all his fault!”

#prompts #crack fic #I read that one fic where Jason met street kid Billy #and I rewatched Shazam recently #and now here we are #Jason inherited the adoption problem #Jason has empty nest syndrome #because he had to leave Damian at the league #batfamily #batfam #dick grayson #bruce wayne #robin #fic #Billy batson #freddy freeman #alternate universe #Jason Todd #canon divergence #Shazam #red hood #Tim drake

[mikibagels]

If Pucci hadn't left the mansion in time, would he be another enemy to the crusaders? Perhaps he'd be taken in by the foundation for interrogation? Who knows.

Kakyoin is especially surprised because he remembers enrico from his own time spent in the mansion with a fleshbud. As the only ones that were teenagers, they naturally spent a lot of time together.

#enrico pucci #jotaro kujo #kakyoin noriyaki #joseph joestar #polnareff #jean pierre polnareff #stardust crusaders #sdc #jojo part 3 #canon divergence #fanart #my art #not silly in fact very serious #whitesnake

[viciouslyfilthy]

“ The Westerville Cryptid. “ 

Raatma.

Unknown age. (supposedly has lived since the late 1800's)

Human/rat hybrid 'Goddess'.

Personality:

Raatma's behaviour, much like her physical appearence, is an amalgamation between the coherent nature of a human, and the animalistic nature of a wild sewer rat. She is as intelligent as a human, but her etiquette can be as feral as an untamed rat.

She is a rather shy entity, she prefers staying hidden and away from large crowds, due to her rodent-like nature, sudden things happening- such as a flashlight turning on or someone coming up behind her to surprise her, will cause her fright; she will either flee or defend herself if she feels trapped. She might not have the sharp, long incisors of a rat- but her giant, gaping maw and her seemingly-endless row of human teeth can still cause a rather nasty bite wound, if not cause a quick broken bone if she bites hard enough.

She's quite the curious gal as well, which is the reason behind most of her escapades out in the city of Westerville in the dead of night, besides her goal to find food. Her usual go-to during her night-roaming sessions is the dump or the trash cans outside people's homes; if she's lucky enough to find an open window during the Summer, she'll crawl in and rummage through the kitchen for any tasty treats.

Overall- I'd say she's mostly neutral. She's shy, cautious, observant, calm and curious. Also a massive bookworm. Ever since she's gained 'popularity' with her cult, the 'leader' of it all- that old pastor- has given her access to many books. All different kinds of knowledge, and she adores it.

Biology (maybe more info tba eventually):

If you saw the movie, you'll know that during the short from where she originates, 'Storm Drain', Raatma is known as a cryptid that gets often referred to as 'Rat Man', because it looks like a rat, and a man...so why do I use female pronouns for Raatma?

Well, this started off as my own headcanon due to the simple fact that female rats only have teats, males do not have any because they don't have a use for them; Raatma has around 10-12 very visible teats, which is pretty much the same number a female rat would have. And after some digging- and coming across this page, I came to the conclusion- at least for this interpretation of the character- that Raatma is meant to be a female. (When it comes to her preferred pronouns though, I like to think she doesn't care- whatever you view/refer to her as won't affect her negatively nor positively in the slighest. As long as it doesn't directly harm her, she's neutral.)

And to conclude- I can't not talk about the odd, seemingly acidic goo she produces. The black goo seems to be of an acid-like nature to some people but completely harmless to others. I like to think it only affects the person depending on their immune system and blood type (kind of like how an illness can leave someone bed-ridden and have fatal consecuences, yet it can be as harmless as a common cold to others); this also goes to those people that did not perish from the black goo and were unharmed by it, which ended up producing it as well after exposure- it could be possible that due to their blood type and how resistant their immune system is, they were able to manage the exposure- and their body somehow adapted the black liquid into their system and started producing it.

Backstory:

I would like to leave some things wrapped in mystery for this muse just because it fits with her whole cryptid aspect...but I will say that Raatma (mostly the black goo she produces) is the result of exposure and/or constant consumption of toxic waste left by humans in the sewers, which led to mutations.

But the questions, such as- ...was Raatma just a helpless orphaned child, forced to grow up in the sewers and ended up turning into a more feral beast rather than an every-day citizen? Or is she truly something supernatural that just decided to manifest itself in the darkest pits of a town, carefully choosing which humans were worthy of becoming part of her new world? (After all, who says Gods are all holy and squeaky clean angelic beings? Who says Gods can't also be grotesque and revolting?)-- those questions, I leave them up for you to decide.

Raatma has lived most of her life hidden deep in the darkest pits of the Earth she could come across, ever since she can remember. The sewers of Westerville, Ohio, are the closest thing she can call a home since she's settled down in them for the longest time without feeling the need to move elsewhere- either to scavage for food or to be safe. She made the sewers her home around the mid 90's; she was not discovered by people who would later worship her as a God until the early 2000's up to the Present.

At first she was frightened and mildly annoyed to have humans around in Her home, in fact- the first times she would chase out any tresspassers that settled too deep, where she often resided, and wanted to keep a large distance between herself and these strangers- but she's not a heartless creature, and as time went on, she grew to take pity on these people since most were homeless, and just needed shelter. They weren't here with malicious intents for her.

She would start to bring them things to keep warm whenever she could (usually things she could in the dump or inside people's homes when she went out for food). This is how the worshipping slowly began. As of recent times, Raatma has been living a less-lonely, slightly better life. She has some people to keep her company, she has easier access to food (most offerings that are given to her are in the form of cooked meals or fresh fruits & veggies), knownledge in the form of books and other pieces of literature, and as of very recently- she's been gifted with a little tablet she can use specifically to communicate

#' THE WRATH OF YOUR NEW GOD. ' ( raatma ) #canon-divergent.

[ogcjmn1]

didnt know if i should throw these together but i guess i'm going to. starting the new year off right

edit to add: ive moved my art to a different account! @znbpsg

#lotr #lotr fanart #samfro #gigolas #tolkien #didnt look at refs for the clothes because i got too lazy #i'm calling it canon divergent to improve the way i feel #forced my wife to watch with me and havent stopped yapping about it since #true love to be honest

[boxfullaturtles]

lmao at this point we should just start having mock tmnt au conventions, not competitions just silly gatherings

just put all aus in a big room and let them run amok

maybe some of the aus can sell some merch from their aus, all the Mikeys selling art and taking commissions, Donnies are all trying to out build each other

panels on what to do in certain aus like "What To Do If Your Mutant Turtle Brother Goes Feral" or "Apocalypse Survival 101" or "Defenstration and You"

separated au therapy sessions, play areas for any tots that come along, April O'Neil meetup, an arcade room of course some of these kids desperately need to be socialized lol

#i say aus but like anything that canon diverges would work too i think #just thinking out loud its silly #sage never shuts up about turtles

[without-honors]

Merthur Idea (so feel free to ignore if you don’t wanna read all of this)

Can you imagine if like, in one of the MANY magical shenanigans Merlin gets into and thinks he has to go off and die for Arthur, Lancelot tells Arthur what Merlin plans to do?

Like say it’s some canon-divergent AU and Merlin is going to go off and fight some big bad or try and trade his life for Arthur. He says his goodbyes to everyone in the castle: Gaius, Gwen, Morgana, Gwaine, Arthur. He hopes Gaius gets the letter he wrote to his mother

And when Merlin says bye to Lancelot, Lance knows something is wrong. Knows Merlin’s keeping something from him and is worried immediately. It isn’t until Lancelot speaks to Arthur that he puts it together.

Arthur tells Lancelot about Merlin seeming weird to him too. Seeming too sincere, too nice before leaving to Ealdor for his ailing mother. Lancelot knows Hunith isn’t sick and realizes: Merlin’s gone on a stupid, idiotic journey to lay down his life.

Lancelot doesn’t tell Arthur of Merlin’s magic but does tell him that Merlin doesn’t intend on returning and is in fact planning to die so ofc our favorite Pendragon gathers all his knights and goes after Merlin.

As they’re traveling, Arthur is so upset by the last conversation he had with Merlin bc that moron actually planned to die and didn’t bother to tell him? Didn’t bother to let Arthur say goodbye and talk him out of this fool’s quest?

While on the journey, Arthur learns that this isn’t the first time Merlin’s done something stupid like this and wonders what else Lancelot knows that Merlin is keeping from him.

#Arthur Pendragon #Merlin #Merthur #Merlin BBC #idea #fic idea #Lancelot #alternate universe #canon divergence #if you wanna steal this lmk? #I just think Arthur should have known at least ONCE when Merlin planned to die for him

[nibbelraz]

Post-Canon Shang Qinghua thinking he's done with all the systems bullshit but marrying Mobei reawakened it to add more missions and plot but now it involves them both

#svsss #shang qinghua #sqh #moshang #scum villian self saving system #scum villain's self saving system #scum villains self saving system #all the new missions are all the fics his readers wrote for mobei jun and Shang Qinghua cause im sure there were hardcore fans of them #obviously it would be the canon divergent ones i dont want Shang Qinghua dying 😭 #ok but also I can see Shang Qinghua screaming and crying because hes so sick of the system he CANT DO THIS AGAIN #it would be cool if one of the missionw as to help Shang Qinghua to get his god powers #my art #nibbelraz #my animation