#jon knows fencing au

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DC high school au… mayhaps…..

I’m not sure if anyone’s done this before

But I’m doing it now

So the JL, right. These are famous alumni who made school history and now obvi they’re billionaires and reporters and museum owners but they’re not superheroes— just regular people

Liiike Clark Kent was the best quarterback the school has ever seen

Oliver Queen essentially revolutionized the archery team

Diana Prince convinced the school to start a fencing league

Barry Allen slayed both track and any and all chemistry competitions thrown his way

Arthur Curry… I shouldn’t have to say anything about his swim team career. That’s where he met his wife

Bruce Wayne was one of the smartest people probably ever, especially to grace that building

And so on and so forth

Anyways so these people are famous, and they’re up on the walls and display cases and shit

The staff!! Was so thrilled!! To be getting their children!!!!

(The principal counted down the days on his calendar after the news hit that Brucie adopted his first kid)

So.

Dick and Barbara are seniors. Dick is the cheer captain and Babs WAS on the team until a fun little accident that has her wheelchair-bound. (It’s fine, she discovered she actually likes computers better. She’d hacked the entire security system one day at lunch because she got bored)

Dick is kind of the queen bee of the school, which is hilarious, because he KNOWS but refuses to let it get to his head. This man will start water gun fights in the hallways for fun

Jason and Cass are juniors

Jason is one of the drama club’s absolute best (singing and acting). He played Billy Flynn in Chicago, Prince Charming in Cinderella, Aladdin in… yeah. He slays pretty hard

Cass is on the dance team and regularly misses class for some competition or another. Sometimes, when cheerleaders and the dance team collab on stuff (like assemblies), she actually likes the pompoms. She does not like the skirts.

Tim, Steph, and Duke are sophomores— people are s c a r e d of these three

Tim is known for constantly having a stockpile of energy drinks in his locker; sometimes a few of his friends get access to it. He’s also terrifyingly smart. And he’s got a bike. SOPHOMORE YEAR. TIM WHAT

Steph’s whole entire TikTok presence is lifting/ workout challenges against any poor scrub who tries to go up against her. She can lift the same amount as Jason Todd. That gives her a very confident “don’t fuck with me aura” around school, which is good, because she’s got zero interest in any guy there anyways (bi f pref queen)

And Duke… Duke is the golden boy, so the first time you see him in a sparring match with any of his siblings (they do that for fun at lunch), you’re very shocked to see him holding his own against Cassandra Cain and Stephanie Brown. He also slays

Damian is the only freshman in his family. Jason and Tim make fun of him endlessly

It is pretty impressive that a freshie organized the biggest fundraiser the school has ever seen— and it was for local animal shelters. Nobody knows how he did it. Probably intimidation. You never know with that kid

Now the superfam. Ohoho, yes, these legends go to that school too

Kara is a junior, Kon is a sophomore, Jon is a freshman. They’re all on the football team (their dad comes to every game🥰)

Did anybody expect a woman or freshman to land on the varsity team the first year either of them tried out? No. But they made it anyways. Good for them

And football is just so different from their day-to-day personalities, sometimes it gives people whiplash

Kara pretty much runs the broadcast and yearbook teams, and she does it along with dominating the football field and gym

Conner looks like he’d deck you for looking at him wrong (I mean he might but like he won’t… probably), and he’s like. He makes good fashion choices. He’s the Bad Boy, which is funny considering his nerdy bf is the one with the motorcycle

Jon is fluffy?? So nice?? Sir who let an actual decent person on the varsity football team?? When someone spots Dami wearing his letterman at some point, they become the most popular couple at school. As freshmen. Slay for them tbh

Donna Troy is a senior. Fencing and beauty pageants is a weird combination. But she knows she’s pretty and she’s gonna make damn sure everybody else knows too

Cassie is a freshie, but she’s already on the fencing team as well and several people have seen her sparring with Damian (wHERE did he get KATANAS), and it looks like a couple of war gods who happen to be fifteen are fighting to the death for a few yards of shitty grass behind the school

Conner Hawke, Artemis Crock, Emiko Queen, Roy Harper, and Mia Dearden are the archery team captains. Yeah, there’s five of them, yeah, the coaches couldn’t pick because the kIDS ARE BETTER THAN THEM

(Ollie laughed so hard he fell out of his chair when they came home and told him that)

Roy is a junior and definitely brings his bow everywhere he shouldn’t. He also “accidentally” shot Jason once. Whenever someone asks about their meetcute they just laugh until the person gets scared and runs away

Conner is a sophomore but a bitter old man in his soul. What a king

Artemis is also a sophomore and everyone thinks she’s Ollie’s favorite because she’s like a mini-him, but Ollie doesn’t actually HAVE a favorite and she finds this claim hilarious

Mia, third sophomore, has a very strange attraction to the color yellow. She LOVES it. And she actually pulls it off, how awesome is she

Emi is a freshman but gets along with Dami pretty well, which isn’t surprising considering their matching deadpan humor and lowkey murderous rage constantly

Jackson Hyde broke Arthur’s record for fastest lap on his fourth try. He spends more time at the ocean than literally anywhere else

Wally West and Bart Allen are technically not related?? They’re like. Cousins. But Barry ended up officially adopting Wally (long story)

Anyways they’re actually cousins with Jesse Quick

The three of them DOMINATE track and field/ cross country/ physics club (yeah you read that last one right don’t even with me)

Wally is a senior and working towards becoming a forensic scientist for the cops. When someone asks why the fuck he wanted to do that to himself, he always jokes, “I’m not fast enough to be a serial killer so I guess I’ll help catch ‘em” and everyone is scared

Bart is a sophomore but should be a freshie, because he’s almost a full year younger, except that he skipped fifth grade and went straight to sixth. Tim and Kon pretend to be his adoptive parents and it’s like a soap opera watching these three act out a dramatic divorce arc

Jesse is a junior (alliteration go brr) but a younger one (summer birthday WOO) she definitely takes after Barry, especially in speed

SO people call their friend groups chaotic. What are you gonna do, go up and fuck with any of them? Bad idea

For fun, these assholes run a fight club after school with betting and rosters and everything, with anyone who signs up. FOR FUN. Once the batkids learned their dad has a black belt in like six different martial arts, it was all over

They say it’s a good workout

They’re probably not wrong, but still

Who the fuck wakes up and chooses violence on all their friends and family all in good fun to make MONEY OFF OF BEATING THEM UP

The most viral videos taken from their school is a push-up contest with all eight batkids, seven competing, Babs filming

Cass won.

LET me know if you want more for this. Because I’m gonna write more. But if you had specific suggestions or characters or scenarios or questions, I would love to write them

Good morning/ night/ 4am!! (PS BACK TO SCHOOL WOO)

#DC high school au #dc #batkids #arrowfam #timkon #birdflash #jayroy #stephcass #damijon #Clark Kent #Diana Prince #Bruce Wayne #Oliver Queen #Arthur Curry #Barry Allen #Dick Grayson #Barbara Gordon #Jason Todd #Cassandra Cain #Tim Drake #Stephanie Brown #Duke Thomas #Damian Wayne #Kara Danvers #Conner Kent #Jon Kent #Donna Troy #Cassie Sandsmark #Conner Hawke #Artemis Crock

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When you're thinking royalty/knight with Timkon (as I'm sure we all do) your instinct might be Royalty Tim and Knight Kon because Tim's very princely and Kon is a rowdy boy. Just based off vibes and character dynamics it makes sense.

However

I think that having Tim as the knight and Kon as a bastard prince is BETTER. So here's my pitch for an AU please see the vision Tumblr 🙏

Tim: the noble son of socialites in Duke Bruce Wayne's court/lordship(?), trains as a knight under Bruce Wayne after his second prodigy swordman son dies, becomes youngest ever royal guard, is then sent away to train as a knight under another allied kingdom, and is assigned as Prince Kon's personal knight in shining armour

Which leads to

Bruce, classic Batman backstory but instead of Batman it's just fencing and wars and whatnot, on of his allied kingdoms is the kingdom of Metropolis where his ally Clark Kent/Kal El, adopted Dick when circus was in town performing at court yada yada, adopted Jason off the streets, Jason died, the kingdom suffers, Tim forces his way to the top of the Royal Guard and is a pain in Bruce's ass about justice and talking him down and being loyal to his king and his duty as a knight, looking out for him and Bruce sends Tim off to train in Metropolis

Dick: pretty standard background, lives in the seedy (only slightly seedier then Gotham, but doesn't have the rouges like in Gotham)* harbour town Bludhaven settling disputes in that city as like acting lord or something, slowly repairing relationship with Bruce and is in full support of Tim training in Metropolis under Clark Becuase Dick trained under Clark as a kid as well

*Rouges are just like magic users that fuck things up in Gotham, Magic is canon but only certain people can do it and the Al Ghouls are just straight up necromancers which is like. Basically already Canon

Clark: main antagonist for drama purposes but not That bad, a good king kingdom and is generally a good guy, Married to his Queen Lois with a young crown Prince Jon and has an older Bastard child (possibly cursed into him or maybe he and Lex just had a wild knight one time,who knows) but he finds out about Kon after Kon is like a teenager, is just super awkward and sometimes unfairly strict on Kon but hey he's trying

Kon: disgraced from being a crown prince for being a bastard child and not properly trained or educated to be a prince, gets thrust into royal life after mostly social isolation, people see him as the black sheep and the odd one out in his family becuase he's illegitimate, Kon is constantly trying to escape from his Father's hovering and the palace life where everyone is either too formal or snakes who call him a Bastard behind his back,so he's always sneaking out and getting into trouble Becuase there's nobody there to protect him

Enter Tim, stage right

Tim is originally very bitter about being sent away but eventually has fun in the guard (other guards include Cassie and Bart because they need to get in there somewhere and it is TimKon centered)

And then you have Tim assigned as Mom's personal guard and they start out not liking each other but then becoming friends and falling in love and it's adorable💕

#timkon #tim drake #kon el kent #conner kent #superboy #red robin #batfam #batfam au #royalty au

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we need a list of every canonical gay ally in westeros

ok off the top of my head canonically

JON SNOW ALLY OF THE MILLENNIUM literally died for gay rights. he said fuck the catholic church satin is our BROTHER and he WILL be my squire. suck my DICK. paraphrased. and he got stabbed for it!!! westerosi saint sebastion. and reversed. and he's jesus. AND he could handle they/them pussy.

tyrion :) in the twow sample chapter he sees bokkoko making out with his boyfriend which he observes without judgement. and he's nice to sweets just kinda 🤨 about them and yezzan.

arianne<3 she's somehow confused as to why renly didnt want to fuck her i KNOW modern au arianne wants/has gay best friends. is cool with bisexual legend daemon sand who fucked her uncle and she's like idc he's still #husbandmaterial

olenna tyrell ACTUAL ally of the millennium. of course there's loras but she also settled for mace tyrell cos she knew daeron wanted to run around westeros with his little boyfriend.

on the fence, could go either way:

corlys+rhaenys were cool with gay ivf when they let luke be heir 👍 they still made him marry his cousin though cos feudal bloodlines matter more than the sanctity of gay fatherhood :/

hoster tully. let your gay brother stay unmarried ffs

confirmed homophobes:

FUCKING CERSEI.... remember when she was like UGH i bet that conniving skank margaery has her brothers... proclivities.... perhaps i can get one of her girls to say she beds them... 5 chapters later she's having gay sex. love her whole deal.

balon greyjoy cos he was mean to theon about the necklaces

the evil farman brothers who i shan't even name...

randyll tarly.

#asoiaf #ask #anonymous #just off the top of my head..... comment more if you can think of any<3

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home run

chapter 8 of swing for the fences

steddie • explicit • softball au • 60k words

Now Complete!!

🖤•🖤•🖤

It dawns on Eddie in the split second before the pitcher steps towards the rubber - he isn’t nervous. 

The ball leaves her hand and his eyes track it through the air, knows right away that it’s a good throw. 

Everything goes slow. His body knows exactly what to do. 

The satisfying crack echoes in his head as he takes off, bat clattering into the dirt behind him. 

Cheers erupt from their bench, rising in pitch before petering off. Eddie’s blood pumps in his ears, prays he didn’t fuck it up. He casts a look up and around as he runs, trying to track the ball. 

He catches the outstretched arm of an outfielder. The way his head tilts back and then turns with his shoulders. Twisting to look back. 

There’s nothing behind him but the fence. 

Eddie barely notices when his foot hits the bag. He comes skidding to a halt, knees still bent and ready to take off again. But no one is moving, there’s no one shouting instructions at him. 

The outfielder turns back towards his teammates, offering them nothing but an annoyed shrug. 

Eddie’s eyes flick around, catching on Jonathan as he reaches third and twists to look around. He watches Jon teeter in place for a second before straightening up and throwing both arms up, barking out a surprised laugh.

Eddie’s heart slams in his chest and he glances past him, towards the bench. 

Steve is staring into the outfield with his mouth hanging open, clipboard dangling from one hand.

#steddie #steddie fic #steve x eddie #fanfic #ao3 #my fic #18+ content

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Unexpected Cohabitation a JonDami fic

Title: Unexpected Cohabitation

Main Characters: Jonathan Kent and Damian Wayne (some of the others show up too, the list is too long)

Eventual relationship: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne (my fave)

Stuff to know: No capes, reverse robins, high school AU, no smut, no Brucie Wayne, I know nothing about sports but it will show up, (aaand I think that's it, will add more if it comes up)

Word Count: 1,272

[Here's my table of contents]

Part 2 - Chapter 8

“This is Bat-Cow,” Damian said, patting a brown and white cow, “she’s a cow and gives milk.” “I know what a cow is, Damian.” Jon said exasperated. “My Dad’s Ma and Pa own a farm in Kansas.” After having tea in Damian’s balcony the boys had left the Mansion passing the kitchen where they saw Alfred prepping dinner. They were joined by a massive black dog named Titus as they walked past a small vegetable garden and through a wooden door attached to an old stone fence covered in vines. They continued walking through a grove of trees that, surprisingly, hid a barn surrounded by a fence. When they arrived a cow had gone up to the fence to greet them. “Why is it named Bat-Cow?” Jon asked looking around at the large fenced area. The barn was painted in dark muted colors so that it wouldn’t stand out and its doors were left open. Titus gave the cow its greetings, hopped the fence and disappeared into the barn. “Richard name her,” Damian sighed, “on account of the bat shaped spot on her face.” Jon could see it now, nodding he was about to ask why he had a cow when a white horse left the barn and galloped towards them. It stopped, neighing at Damian who petted it and took out a sugar cube from his pocket to feed it. It watched Jon wearily from the corner of its eye. “This is-“ “Let me guess Bat-Horse.” “No,” Damian responded, unamused, “her name is Lady. Jason named her.” “Why exactly am I here?” Jon asked after a pause. “It is time to bring them in.” Damian opened the gate the path had led them to, indicating Jon to follow. “You’ll be helping me muck out the stalls every morning.” “What! You’re rich, don’t you have someone else that can do that?”

Jon’s yell startled the horse causing it to buck and run into the barn. Damian glared at him and ran into the barn. Jon stood there for a second feeling bad for scaring the horse and cautiously approached the barn doors to look in. Damian was rubbing Lady’s neck, murmuring something to her. Light from the open windows shone in, casting golden rays on both Lady and Damian. It felt other worldly like an elf taming a unicorn. Damian’s ministrations seemed to soothe her and she calmed pretty quickly. Jon wasn’t sure what came over him but he took a picture of the intimate moment. He nearly dropped his phone when Bat-Cow mooed right behind him. “Oh, sorry!” Jon stepped out of the cow’s way as she plodded into her stall and laid down on a bed of clean hay. “These two are rescues.” Damian walked Lady to her stall and closed it. “Father’s condition for me to keep them was that I would be responsible for their well being.” Damian looked at Jon seriously, “I gave him my word.” There it was again, Damian’s intense stare and combined with his low voice it made something flutter in Jon’s stomach. He didn’t like the sensation, not one bit. Jon looked away gripping the hem of his shirt. His eyes wandered around the barn, trying to avoid staring at Damian and he yelped from seeing a pair of blue eyes staring down at him from the loft. Damian’s attention snapped towards him and followed Jon’s gaze. “Richard?” Damian called, looking up. The top of a black head vanished with a giggle and Jon heard soft padding from above. With a spray of hay and a yelled “catch me” a small body vaulted from the edge of the loft, flipping mid air, arms extended, a small stuffed elephant clutched in one hand. Jon felt his stomach drop, unsure if he should rush to catch the boy, but Damian took a couple steps back and expertly caught him. “Tt, I’ve asked you not to do that!” Damian admonished. “You can get seriously hurt.” “But, I didn’t get hurt!” Dick laughed hugging Damian around the neck, his hair was covered in hay and his clothes were rumpled and dusty. “Does Alfred know you were out here?” Damian glared at the boy. “What were you even doing up there?” “He knows I’ve been outside,” Dick hugged the stuffed elephant close and mumbled, “the hay reminds me of Zitka…” “Make sure to let someone know when you come out here.” Damian sighed, putting Dick down so he could stand on his own. Dick nodded and then abruptly turned to Jon smiling. He grabbed Jon’s hand pulling him out of the barn. Damian followed double checking the stalls, Titus close behind them. The sun had started to set causing shadows to elongate. Dick didn’t stop pulling until they were close to the gate, he then turned back to Jon with a mischievous grin. “I saw you.” He sang. “Saw what?” Jon stared at him puzzled. “You took a picture.” Dick continued to sing song. “He’s not gonna like that.” “Wait-“ Jon started. “I’m gonna go wash up!” Dick yelled towards Damian who was locking up the barn.

Damian waved back in affirmation. Jon stood there like an idiot watching Dick run away, Titus barking and chasing him. Damian walked up to him and gave him a strange look. Shrugging, he then poked Jon’s shoulder indicating for him to follow. “You will also be helping me collect eggs and feed the chickens.” He followed Damian to the side of the barn where a large chicken coop stood. The chickens were roosting in their enclosure. Damian walked up to a shed that was built against the coop and took out a baseball glove, a mitt and a baseball. He threw the baseball glove to Jon, who caught it. “Let’s see if you’re any good.” Damian smirked. “Isn’t it almost time for dinner?” Jon just wanted to go back to his designated room, maybe delete the pic he took before it could be used against him. “Tt, too afraid to play? I bet you aren’t any good” Damian challenged. “I’ll wipe that smirk off your face.” Jon gritted through his teeth. Jon took his place at the pitcher’s mound on the makeshift baseball diamond behind the barn. Damian stood in the catcher’s box waiting for him to throw. Jon narrowed his eyes at Damian’s casual stance, did a quick stretch to warm up his shoulders, wound his arm back and threw. The ball slammed into Damian’s mitt, his eyes widening slightly. “You’re passable,” Damian cocked his to the side to stare at Jon in thought, “but your technique could be improved.” Jon watched him wearily as he walked up behind him. “May I?” Jon nodded in response. Damian proceeded to explain a better throwing technique while also moving Jon’s body into step by step positions. His hands were warm through the jeans he was wearing, surprisingly calloused but gentle on his arms and his breath tickled the back of his neck. It was the first time that Jon was aware of Damian being a couple inches shorter than him. He took his instruction as seriously as he had that time in art class and Jon felt the strange fluttering in his stomach return. He tried to stamp it down by focusing on pitching. They continued playing even after the sun had gone down and Damian turned the outside barn lights on. A few minutes afterward Bruce came by to fetch them for dinner. The day had been busy and Jon fell asleep that night fairly quickly despite being in a foreign room. He dreamt of the color green and fast pitches.

Writing is hard guys.

I'm trying to improve, but not sure if I'm succeeding.

Still having fun though and I hope you are enjoying reading this as much as I am enjoying writing it! :D

#damian wayne #damian al ghul #jon kent #jon #jon samuel kent #jonathan samuel kent #jonathan kent #damian and jon #jondami #damijon #super sons #dick grayson #batcow #no capes #no capes au #high school au #jonathan crane #fanfic #fanfiction #first time writing #Damian Wayne rescues any animal he can #They finally play some ball #writing is hard

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Part four of the ‘communal parenting for the eldritch-aligned’ au, some other characters, including the later archives staff-

Gertrude- did not die in this au! She is happily retired knowing that Jon, who used to come down to the archives because the Eye wanted the two to meet and combine their knowledge, is tormenting Elias in ways she could never. Still comes to the archives sometimes, usually with Agnes, to poke him for info about the entities, and is still a little distrustful about his strong connection to the eye, but overall tries not to micromanage. Jon likes her because she actually knew what she was doing, unlike most people in power at the institue, and didn’t treat him different for being so strange, even for an avatar.

Georgie- they did date for a while at uni, he realised she couldn’t feel fear pretty early on. They broke up after a small while, but he did keep in contact, because for one, Jon is grateful when someone just treats him like a regular person, two, Jon has a habit of adopting strange people into his ‘group of people to protect,’ and three, Georgie also does not believe in most human systems, so they don’t think it’s weird that Jon doesn’t either. She made What The Ghost after he told her about what they are, but adamantly refuses to talk about the entities because she thinks it’s funny to hear Jon react to episodes by yelling about the entités and how ‘Michael tried very hard that night, you should at least give him credit.’

Gerry- found him while hunting Leitners, Jon knows about them but doesn’t read them, they thinks Gerry’s tattoos are cool and sometimes gives him tips on where books are. Gerry thinks he’s cool if a little off putting, and hangs around the archives in his free time. When they both realised where Lietner was, it took 20 minutes to find him in the tunnels, and neither of them will say what happened in there.

Daisy/Basira- I’m deciding that they know him from his long but harmless criminal record (trespassing, breaking and entering, ect). Daisy is conflicted, since they’re very much not human, but also somewhat aligned with the hunt, but also not hurting anyone, but also very subtly un-human, and avatars seem to trail him all the time. Basira picks up on the not human part, and tries to keep them separate. Jon eventually explains it like he does to the archive staff, and the hunt gives them an out by saying if Daisy ‘catches’ Jon (marks him in some way), it’ll stop. She cuts his neck only because Jon isn’t sure how severe the mark has to be, and wants to be sure. Jon doesn’t fully understand what they do as ‘police,’ but he knows they needs to behave by human rules in front of them or they’ll be upset, and he doesn’t want that.

Melanie- makes fun of him. Constantly. Whenever he walks in, she’s calling out entities to see which one they align with today, calls him out if he’s shifting into ‘less human.’ Has a nickname for every entity that she uses specifically for him. Refuses to believe he’s a criminal until they come with her for her show and jumps a fence. Most people around them thinks she’s insane, since most people can’t do that without being smited (smote?), but Jon is grateful, again that someone is comfortable enough to call him out if they’re uneasy. He also religiously watched her show before meeting her, since they’re pretty fascinated with how regular humans see and interact with the fears.

Overall, he enjoys being around people who don’t treat him like they’re very important. Most of the avatars try not to, but it’s difficult when your patron God goes on about them like he’s the second coming, so having regular people who treat him like a human is very nice for them.

#jon sims #jon sims tma #the magnus archives #communal parenting for the eldritch aligned #daisy tma #basira hussain #gerry keay #tma Gerry #gertrude robinson #tma georgie #georgie barker #long post

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WIP Snippet Game!

I was tagged by @blasphemous-lies-and-deceit with the words hide, walk, flavor, fabric, and ultimate. Thanks for the tag!

Hide: From to find promise of peace (and the solace of rest)

They’re in, so far as he can tell, a completely open field. There are no trees, no statues, no fences. Hell, it suddenly hits him that they’ve been climbing a hill, and that they’re probably standing at the highest point in the park, which would be dangerous if there was a thunderstorm going on but isn’t so dangerous when it’s just rain. The point, though, is that there’s nowhere for Martin to hide, no way they could possibly have lost him. And yet, when he spins around, nearly losing his balance in the wet grass, he can’t see Martin. He can’t see anything.

Walk: From the untitled TMA Tim time travel AU:

“I don’t need a fucking ambulance.” Tim clenches his fists. He’s still aching all over, but not in a way he thinks emergency medicine will help, and he can walk just fine. Paramedics won’t come to the Institute anyway. “You need something,” Jon says firmly. “All right, if you won’t go to hospital, what about that clinic up the road? But, Tim, if they say you need to go to the A&E—” “I’ll take him,” the woman promises. “Can you manage alone for an hour or so?” Jon gestures vaguely around him. “I don’t think it’s going to make much difference one way or another,” he says dryly. Tim barks out a bitter, sarcastic laugh. “About time you gave into the futility, boss. Try not to suck anyone’s soul out while we’re gone.” Jon looks genuinely taken aback by that, but Tim’s already storming towards the door without another word, and the woman scurries to catch up. They walk—or in Tim’s case, stalk—the four blocks to the clinic in silence. Tim’s been before, twice that he recalls, once in his early days in Research when he found what he thought was someone’s missing cat but quickly turned out to be a disgruntled badger and once right after taking the Archives job when he accidentally cut himself on that thing on Elias’ desk and the bleeding wouldn’t stop, so he knows the way. The air is crisp and cool, the sky leaden grey, and the sidewalks are virtually deserted, not that that’s at all unusual for a weekday. What pisses Tim off, somewhat unreasonably, is that it’s all normal.

Flavor: Funnily enough, this word does not show up once in a single one of my WIPs.

Fabric: From "Candle in the Water", a Star Trek AOS/TOS crossover fic I started years ago and may not ever finish:

"It's all right, Ensign." Kirk stepped down from the platform. As he did so, he happened to glance down at his outfit. Rather than the greenish-gold wrap shirt that had been standardized across Starfleet earlier that year for captains, he was wearing a standard gold shirt, but the fabric was slightly patterned. The rank stripes on the cuff were right for a captain, but they were straight rather than wavy, and silver rather than gold. This was not his uniform. Sudden misgiving struck him and he glanced up at the wall, but it was blank. So. Not the mirror universe they had encountered a few months previously, but an alternate reality nonetheless.

Ultimate: From one of the spinoffs of leaves too high to touch (roots too strong to fall), an alternate spinoff where Melanie also traveled backwards in time:

For the first time in…however long it’s been since she came back, she wonders if she’s the difference. If knowing more before she went to India could have prevented the Apocalypse somehow. If her choices were ultimately the ones that doomed Jon, and subsequently the world.

My words: star, hope, green, watch, and thread!

Tagging @fridayyy-13th, @amberastra, @franzis-frantic-thoughts, @selkiestars, and anyone else who wants to give it a go! Come ye forth and shamelessly plug your WIPs!

#ask games for ts #seriously I even looked in my original fiction #I apparently don't use the word 'flavor' #writing stuff

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If I made an if this gets out marching band au would I be crazy? Cause as a band girlie the Saturday boys fit really really well. (This is me not caring if I'm crazy I'm doing it anyways because I'm in the murky depths of band camp and shitty tan lines)

Ruben: that's the fucking guard section leader/captain. He slays and fucks h a r d with rifle. He broke his fingers once because his strap was too loose. Veronica is still a bitch about everything because Jesus christ as a winter guard girlie guard mom's have the potential to be the most annoying band parents. He's been trying to get Zach to do winter guard for ages but he's still on the fence.

Zach: literally just gives me raw alto sax vibes. At least in our band there's a spectrum of alto players that I've experienced the 3 years I've been here. It goes from quiet to chaos gremlin at any given opportunity. Zach is obviously at the quiet end. Not very confident in himself because "well there's people that are just better" but really he's the best one and gets all the solos. Strong marcher but hates basics. Is constantly distracted watching the guard (mostly Ruben because duh) Is scared of winter guard because Ruben is constantly getting hurt (it's rubens own fault for being a dumbass)

Angel: fuckin snare in drumline. Angel and this kid in my band are the same person. The kid I know irl fortnite fridayed too hard and passed out last year. Peak Angel energy. Pure chaos but a surprisingly good leader and can reign it in when nessicary but is constantly having a good time. He did however leave his shako at the school before a competition once. Hard-core indoor percussion girlie. Eats that shit up with a spoon.

Jon: drum major ass mother fucker. Has the discipline and leadership qualities to be a good one without the childish need for control that makes bad ones. He's well respected by everyone and has been in the program since he was in middle school. Before becoming a drum major he was in pit percussion playing marimba and/or piano.

Thank you for coming to my brainrot Ted talk

#if this gets out #itgo #fandom #marching band #marching band au

[water-hates-learning]

Would it be alright if you shared some headcanons about the Crowned Kings au?

Oh, absolutely! Love talking about my bastard boys!

- Paul and Patrick also work for the King's Army! Paul is in charge of communications and is a chronic chain smoker--but he's also a wicked sharp shooter with his revolvers, a regular cowboy. Patrick is Chief of Security and is in charge of defense of the base. He keeps tabs on cameras and personal and it's his business to know your business.

- Edd currently has fourteen cats living in his suite. Their names are Matilda (f, named after Matt), Pawssanova (m), Lucifer (m), Bingo (f), Cleo (f), Meeps (m), Pure (f), Gigabite (f), Kitt (m), Obi Paws Kenobi (m), Apawllo (m), Aslan (m), Peaches (f), Cream (m, Peaches’ brother)

- Tord was kicked out of college because his experiments were “morally questionable”. Also he’d unleashed a hoard of mutated rabbits on campus. After that, he was working like three jobs to try and make ends meet. He got sick a lot because of a slightly compromised immune system and felt like a useless burden to his friends.

- If Tord hadn’t dosed Tom with the Kaiju Formula, Tom’s liver would have failed a few months later and likely killed him.

- Tom’s parents died when he was very little and he got tossed around from home to home. Tord’s parents were constantly fighting each other or beating him up, so he often ran away from home to stay with friends or sleep on the streets. Edd never knew his parents and was raised by his horribly strict and abusive grandfather. Matt came from a well to do family; his parents showed him off like a trophy and lavished him with praise...until they caught him kissing a boy. Then they disowned him and kicked him out of the house.

- Tom doesn’t like hospitals, doctors, and isn’t overly fond of Tord’s labs. He gets whiny, twitchy, and uncomfortable. Tord calls him “big guy” if he knows Tom’s stressed or upset; it’s a term of comfort and endearment so it gets said a lot when Tom has to be in Tord’s labs.

- The other three call Tord “Tordie” as an affectionate nickname.

- Actually, Edd has nicknames for pretty much everybody. These can be a form of affection ooorrr a way that Edd specifically needles other people to get a rise out of them. (for example, he calls @eddsworldrus‘ Space AU Edd “Fishsticks”)

- Tom can breathe fireballs! It’s a recent mutation so he’s still learning to use it and he can use it in either his human or shifted forms. He has glands near the bottom of his jaw that lead to openings underneath his tongue. These glands produce a gooey, nitroglycerin-like substance--it doesn’t explode on its own and doesn’t have a flavor, but still carries a burnt sugar sort of smell. An additional small sac is attached to his lungs that contains a colorless, odorless gas that becomes an acrid smoke when it contact with oxygen. The sac with this gas is usually closed so Tom isn’t constantly leaking smoke, but when combined with the gooey substance, both will ignite and create a sticky, liquid fireball. He can only produce so much of the goo a day and once he runs out, he needs time to recover. To protect his body from his own fire and chemicals, Tom’s saliva contains a substance that coats his mouth and throat, as well as an additional lining in his stomach and esophagus. The substance has a subtle bitterness to it, like an aloe plant. Theoretically, coating something in his his saliva could make it temporarily flame resistant. Tom has not allowed Tord to test this theory yet.

- Matt puts his hand on the small of his friends’ backs when he wants to lead them away from something he knows will bother them.

- Eduardo, Mark, and Jon are in a kind of open relationship. But Eduardo and Mark are very, very protective of Jon and tend to worry when he’s outside the base. Jon used to basically live in a hospital--they have a right to worry.

- Tom once got so angry at Edd, that he ripped up the security fence around the officer’s quarters. Tore out the gate right out of the ground. He was quite sorry about it afterwards.

#hands you these bastards on a silver platter #crowned kings au

[inklingofadream]

If a-la little archive cult au a tiny Jon got cultnapped do you think he’d take it better or worse than adult Jon?

Oh, baby Jon would do much better, at least to begin with.

Less likely to freak out about the kidnapping/more likely to buy whatever cover story, plus less likely to realize that the cult offering to grab his grandmother and just move them both there could be Bad News

Not as suspicious, more likely to be Super Excited to suddenly have a whole passel of kids his age who can't and won't bully him and REALLY WANT to be friends.

No one except his grandmother to miss

More likely to believe an adult when they demonstrate spooky powers and say they can keep him safe from Mr. Spider, forever (while cynical adult Jon knows that all fences develop gaps eventually, one way or another, and this spookiness might not be any safer than the web's)

He'd probably not love the restriction of freedom from before, but an 8 or 9 year old is a lot easier to win over with gifts and treats and lovebombing, and they'll accept whatever you tell them is normal as being true.

The problems would start to arise when he got older and things started to shift- either a cult au style thing where the eye went from seeing him and being like This One and him being treated like some kind of Chosen One, until he gets older and realizes what he's chosen FOR is romantic/gets tattoos and associates the feeling of being bound to the eye with the feeling of A Guest For Mr Spider/generally starts to feel uncomfy with the aggregate of it all, or a little archive style one where they started to have expectations of him as The Archive, largely geared at least vaguely in the direction of hurting people. I don't know if he'd take it WORSE than adult Jon at that point but he'd certainly have more complicated feelings about it

#writing #tma #cult au #little archive #asks #ink post

[thewrongshop]

I am GOGGLING at "mean terrible couples therapy story" but I'll be honest I am absolutely raring for mayhaps a snippet of "le cirque des cauchemars" :) Please feel free to ramble about either or both because I am 👂👂👂👀👀👀👀 :)))))))))))

THANK YOU I would love NOTHING more than to ramble about both <333

I answered another ask about the couples therapy fic here but I'll give you some more!! Fun fact: this concept came into being bc I saw that post that's like "who wants to go to couples therapy with me until they realize we're not actually together" and the brainworms made me go "haha. what if jon and tim" followed by "aha ha. what if sad." Here's a snippet!

It feels, in the most literal sense possible, like a breaking point. The realization cracks through Jon like a fault line the moment the word monster leaves Tim’s lips and he sees it mirrored in his eyes; if everything wasn’t already fragmented before, it certainly is now. Cracked beyond repair, like his grandmother’s good china, like every other warped and twisted thing in this building.

Putting in actual time and effort into finishing this fic probably isn't in the cards for me anytime soon, BUT I know exactly with what words it's going to end, and if my intuition is correct they'll make people very mad at me :) so I'm extremely excited to make that happen eventually!

And then there's Le Cirque des Cauchemars, my night circus au. My most beloved fic to daydream about and the main reason I won't be moving straight on to the couples therapy fic after I finish my current WIP. I feel like I've expressed this before but this au makes me so excited because the two universes mesh SO WELL. Every time I fantasize about the plot something new falls into place, and trying to mimic Erin Morgenstern's style a bit is just so so much fun :)

For context: the premise is that instead of Morgenstern's Circus of Dreams, we have the Circus of Nightmares, in which this world's versions of all the entities reside and feed on the fear of their spectators. Jon, who has been plagued by other people's nightmares for as long as he can remember, sees the Circus arrive in town, and with it, a chance to get to the root of the fear he accidentally inflicts every night. In doing so, however, he gets even more tangled in a web so large he cannot see the whole of it. Here's one of my favorite bits from what I've got written so far!

“They’re not even letting anyone in,” someone says, breathless. “It opens at night, who’s ever heard of such a thing? There isn’t even a gate, just a sign hanging on the fence. It said—oh, what was it—opens at nightfall, closes at dawn. And there was something else, too, a title. Something like cauchemars, I think it was. Strange as anything.”

Jon, whose childhood education had placed a particular emphasis on his understanding of languages, snaps his book shut. “Kindly keep your voices down,” he bites out, and turns on his heel and leaves the library. 

I am literally so excited about this story. Every time someone gives me an opportunity to talk about it I start vibrating I cannot WAIT for this to be the primary fic I'm writing :)) Thank you so much for asking about it!!

#<333333 you KNOW i owe you a life debt for this one thank youuu for letting me do all this rambling #le cirque des cauchemars #untitled s3 fic #talking shop #my writing #ask games #pathos-logical #ask #tma

[ao3feed-jonmartin]

And If It Rhymes It's True (But I Hate Poetry)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/rjGy7LI by dibbi_writing To say that Jonathan Sims didn’t believe in soul bonds would only be half true. It wasn’t that he didn’t think he had soul bonds—he had a name on either wrist just like everyone else—he simply believed he was above those people who put everything on the line for a person they’d never met. --- AKA: Soulmate au where everyone has their enemy's name on one wrist and their soulmate's name on the other, but don't know which is which. Jon is confident that his enemy is his incompetent coworker, one Martin K. Blackwood. Words: 2815, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood, Sasha James, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Basira Hussain, Alice "Daisy" Tonner, Melanie King, Georgie Barker, Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus, Peter Lukas, Michael Shelley, Michael | The Distortion (The Magnus Archives), Gerard Keay, Nikola Orsinov, Gertrude Robinson, Jane Prentiss Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Sasha James/Tim Stoker, Georgie Barker/Melanie King, Basira Hussain/Alice "Daisy" Tonner, Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus/Peter Lukas, Gerard Keay/Michael | The Distortion, Gerard Keay/Michael Shelley Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, I'm on the fence about whether or not this is everybody lives/nobody dies au, we'll see, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Enemies to Lovers, Idiots in Love, Queerplatonic Relationships, Trans Martin Blackwood, Asexual Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Trans Sasha James, none of these are particularly relevant to the fic, they're just important to me, Author Can't Tag, No beta we die like archival assistants, No beta we kayak like Tim, Canon Rewrite, Canon-Typical Worms (The Magnus Archives), communication? in my archives? it's less likely than you think read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/rjGy7LI

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #tma #jonmartin #jmart #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin fanfic

[theskywaslookingback]

I prithee do tell us of your Tim gets kidnapped as well AU

*kisses you gently on the forehead* ive been in a jonmartim mood lately so pardon that but—

‘Just talk to him,’ Martin had said imploringly, his hand outstretched in supplication, his eyes wide and sad and practically begging.

Tim has never had an easy time saying no to Martin, least of all when he’s being looked at like that.

So Tim had agreed, under the condition that Martin come to play mediator and that Tim could walk away the second Jon tried to turn on a bloody tape recorder.

He should have said no. He should have told Martin to drop it, to leave it alone. He should have stayed home, texted Martin that he wouldn’t be able to make it.

Instead, Tim finds himself sipping coffee outside a cafe with Martin beside him picking at a blueberry muffin and waiting for the one person in the world he wants to see the least.

Martin glances at his phone again, foot bouncing restlessly against the pavement, fingers tapping on the small metal table they’ve managed to snag. Tim drops his hand on top of Martin’s, if only to still his fidgeting for a moment.

“He’s late.” Martin says.

Tim hums in acknowledgment, though truthfully he doesn’t know exactly what time Jon had said he’d meet with them in the first place.

“What if something’s wrong?”

“Like what?” Tim asks flatly.

“I don’t know. What if— what if he’s hurt or something? You saw what he looked like when he came back to the Institute. His hand—“ Martin’s foot thumps frantically against the ground, “I don’t like it.” He says more insistently.

“He’s fine. He probably just got caught up on the tube or something.”

Martin makes a sound of derision and checks his phone again.

“What? You think he’s going to text you if he’s in trouble? ‘Oh Martin please help I’m being kidnapped.’”

“I wish he would,” Martin says sharply, pulling his hand out from under Tim’s, “I would probably worry less.”

“You wouldn’t.” Tim leans back in his chair, swiveling his head to the side so he doesn’t have to look at the pointed glare Martin sends him. After a moment he sees a figure a short ways down the street. A bedraggled fence post of a man wearing a shirt a size too big for him and a jacket that swamps even that. Tim nudges Martin with his foot and jerks his head to the side, “See, I told you-“

Martin looks up from his phone and then his eyes widen and he stands so quickly that it knocks his chair out from under him.

“Martin, what-“

Tim forgets that for as big as Martin is, as gentle and prone to taking his time as he was, that he can move very quickly when he needs to. Martin sprints from the table with a startled cry and Tim whips back around.

Tim can’t see Jon anymore, but he can see the van pulled up in the spot he’d just been standing. Tim barely registers the first word ‘Breekon’ before he’s out of his seat and running after Martin.

There’s a moment where Tim sees Jon struggling between two very large men, a rough looking bag being forced over his head, and then Martin barrels into them.

He hears Martin shout “Jon!” before one of the men recovers and takes a swing at Martin.

He hits him squarely in the stomach, and Tim sees Martin slump, before Tim is there at his side and he takes a swing of his own.

When Tim had been 14 he’d punched a hole in the drywall of his bedroom. He remembers the way the plaster had cracked and yielded under his fist, the solid crack of it under his knuckles. This feels nothing like that, except in the way that it had felt so solid and Tim’s fist had swollen almost immediately, blood vessels in his hand bursting at the impact.

Tim swears and draws his hand back.

He feels something hard and sharp hit the back of his head, and then Tim feels nothing at all.

When Tim wakes again he has no idea where he is. His wrists are tied together so tightly that he can’t feel his fingers and his shoulders scream in pain at the angle he’s been slumped in. He can hear voices, sharp and feminine and grating then low and gruff. Something muffled and angry.

It takes time before Tim’s mind stops spinning enough to make sense of any of it.

There is...something...dressed as a ring mistress. It’s tall, at least seven or eight feet, with long, solid white arms and garish red clothing. It speaks into a whirling tape recorder with no mouth at all, and it laughs a dizzying laugh.

Next to it is Jon, feet bound to the legs of a wooden chair, arms bound behind his back, and a thick gag tied around his mouth. He looks furious and terrified, spitting objections and expletives as this thing drones one about skin and lotion and peeling.

‘No’ Tim thinks sharply, the image of his brother inserting itself into the forefront of his mind. That awful clown, dragging itself along the floor and reaching out so playfully to pull of his brother’s skin.

The thing turns, and Tim realizes he must have said it aloud.

Beside him Martin inhales a sharp breath and starts to breathe a prayer.

“Ah, both awake then I see.” It trills, dropping down unnaturally to stick its head in between where Tim and Martin have been bound.

Tim recoils and feels his shoulder bump into Martin’s.

“Unexpected, but not necessarily a bad thing.” It says, and then turns to address Jon, “always good to have a back up I think! They’ll make some lovely frocks regardless.”

Jon makes a noise of alarm, looking to Tim and Martin.

Tim makes a noise low in his throat.

It reaches out to tap Jon on the nose before it leaves, humming, pulling a heavy door shut behind it.

Silence hangs in the air like dense fog, heavy and thick. It is broken at once by a soft noise from Martin. It’s almost a sob, but not really. A desperate, hopeless noise that cuts off almost before it can begin. “I’m so sorry Tim, Jon, I—“

Jon makes a startled noise from behind his gag and shakes his head so rapidly it’s a wonder it doesn’t detach from his neck. He tries to say something but the gag is too thick and tied too tightly. He repeats it a few times. It sounds like ‘sorry’ and ‘my fault’.

“Yeah,” Tim says numbly, “it is your fault.”

“Tim!”

“What?” Tim shoots back, “You think we’re here because they planned to take all three of us? And now—“ He cuts himself off, biting his tongue. He can’t look at Martin. He refuses to look at Jon.

Jon just makes those muffled noises into his gag again.

“Just— shut up, Jon. Just stop.”

The silence that descends again is sharp and biting. It eats at Tim, the anger in him boils and boils until it dies all at once under an ocean of shame and stark terror. They are all going to die here and there will be no one to mourn them.

“Don’t.” Martin says very softly after a long time. “Don’t let the last things we say to each other be said out of anger.” He leans into Tim’s side, hesitantly.

Tim goes limp, letting Martin take his weight, his head falling to his chest. “Okay...” he says after a long time, his voice cracking, “...okay...”

Jon makes a soft sound again, almost a whimper, and for the first time in a very long time Tim wishes he could hold him in his arms again.

It would be a very long time before he would be able to do so.

#fic #my fic #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #tim stoker #jonmartim #au #((hi i stayed up til one in the morning to write this so like let me know if you actually want more))

[anjuschiffer]

Maribat Prompts/Au/Ideas That Live Rent Free in my Head

A while ago, I said I would share a few things that I’ve been wanting to write...

Damigami (platonic)- Damian decides to make a fencing team at Gotham Academy (because he’s bored) but couldn’t make a team with the minimum amount of members to apply to competitions. Damian decides to venture into competitions on his own, going as far as entering the Cadet World Championships (or juniors...I don’t know much about fencing pls bare with me). While waiting for his match, he decides to check the women’s division and sees Kagami utterly defeat her opponent. He wants to approach her to ask if they could have a match of their own, but is called for his own. After winning his own, he sees Kagami and asks for a match. She tells him that she will be up for a match after winning her next and final match. BOth end up winning their final matches and Damian asks her for that match. She agrees. They become good sparring partners and friends.

Jasonette - Jason and Marinette are neighbors, but have never actually met each other. Mari often works during the day at her boutique while Jason is a stay at home dad with two adopted kids nicknamed Xol and Matt. At night, Mari sometimes checks on the kids because she knows that their father works at night. (The kids like Mari a lot, especially her cooking and baking.) One day, while with the kids, their father comes home early and Mari forgets to breathe. Jason wants to scream at the kids for letting someone in but after getting to know her, he’s okay with Mari looking after the kids while he isn’t there. A week later, Jason is asking Mari for help. To pretend to be the kids’ mother for a home-visit from their school (a nosy parent told the school she often saw the kids by themselves). Mari agrees and chaos ensues (because these kids want their favorite people to stop beating around the bush and get together already).

Luka and Cass (platonic) - Luka (as Viperion) finds Cass during patrol one night and discovers she’s in Paris as an undercover agent for Batman and Co™ for the Hawkmoth situation. (They got their distress signal a week late.) Cass is surprised that he got it correct, Luka explaining that her song told him as much. While Cass remains in Paris, the two share each other’s interests with each other

Adrijon - Clark is wandering around the house, cleaning up the place while Lois is off out of the state to get the scoop on the latest national incident. While picking things around, he starts to notice how pricey and how nice these items look, wondering if they were Kon’s. After all, Kon was dating Tim and Tim always paid for whatever caught Kon’s eye. However, Kon doesn’t recognize any of the sweaters, coats, scarves nor trinkets as his own, leaving Jon as Clark’s only answer. As he enters Jon’s room, he’s met with Jon wearing the latest Gabriel piece from that week’s fashion show in Paris. Clark only then finds out that Jon’s boyfriend was yet again another rich boy. What was it with his sons dating millionaires/billionaires?

Wally x Mari x Jinx - The JL is still young, still getting used to getting requests, especially international ones. So when they get an SOS from Paris, the JL want to send the Teen Titans but can’t so they send Wally and Jinx who meet Chat on one of his solo patrols. They get along well but when they meet Ladybug, the couple immediately click with her. The trio often spend time together, Wally and Jinx always there for Ladybug/Mari (Chat always complaining that Wally and Jinx stole his bff from him). Even after the defeat of HM, Wally and Jinx continue to be there for Mari. 

Corpse Bride inspired Au, Damigami - The Tsuguri’s have an arranged marriage with the Agreste's, but Kagami isn’t exactly on board with the idea (sees how uncomfortable Adrien is to marry her) and wanders through the woods to clear her head. While saying her vows (in hopes of trying to find a way to clear her head), she ‘weds’  Corpsebride!Mari. Mari is shocked at first but whole-heartedly accepts Kagami as her groom. Kagami tries to tell Mari it was a mistake, but Mari doesn’t listen. Kagami finds a way to return to the land of the living for help, only to find out her mother is now marrying her to the Wayne heir Damian. Kagami is then found by Mari and Mari confronts her on ‘cheating’ on her. MIsunderstandings and drama later, Kagami is about to marry Mari when Adrien crashes the wedding. Mari confronts Adrien (they were supposed to get married/had eloped) and ends up clearing the misunderstanding (someone had murdered her on her way to the wedding). Adrien drinks the poison to be able to be with Mari, leaving Kagami by herself. Or at least she thinks so. Damian had called off the wedding, and instead told her if it would be okay to just be friends and get to know each other. She agrees. 

No Miraculous Au, BFF Adrijon- Adrien is on a fashion tour and ends up in Metropolis. He meets Jon but as Jon gets to know Adrien, he finds out about his situation. One thing leads to another and with the help of Bruce, the Kents have a new family member. 

Juleka x Rose x Cass (platonic or romantic) - Juleka and Rose meet Cass on one of Prince Ali’s charities in Paris, a charity where Bruce and Oliver are at. Bruce brought Cass while Oliver brought Artemis. Rose quickly tries to befriend the two but Juleka reminds her to tone it a bit when she notices that the two are having trouble trying to handle Rose’s energeticness. But the girls find themselves getting along, especially Cass. Cass is intrigued by Juleka and Rose’s dynamic, how Rose is able to understand both her and Juleka with little to no words. She finds herself accepted by the two, keeping in touch with them and visiting them (with the help of zeta tubes)

Roynette - While visiting Titan Tower, Speedy meets Red Scara, a new teen who recently wanted a change of pace after defeating her villain in her hometown. While at first he didn’t pay much mind to her, he started to like her after being paired up with her on missions. He couldn’t help but enjoy their missions where they would have to go undercover. He gets to see Red Sacara in so many pretty outfits. He always compliments her, but Scara never fully accepts it. When Roy asks why, Scara says it's because she’s nothing like this. Roy calls bs and when Scara reveals her face, reveals her eyes, Roy couldn’t help but fall in love with her even further. “Who doesn’t love eyes as bright as sapphires and stars freckled across such a loving face?”

Big Sister Mari - Flash brings in a child who he found lost in Central City to the JL. Robin (Dick) watches Barry get scolded by Bruce, only for Barry to tell Mari to tell everyone why she was there. Mari shows off the ring she was wearing, that allowed her to transform into Noir. That it was the last magical item from her Earth, as she had used said magical item to destroy the others (after freeing the Kwami). How she used the knowledge as Guardian to move to another Earth to hide the last miraculous and was looking for a place to live. Bruce takes her in, earning Dick an older sister.

Cassette (I blame Phi for making me have a new fav ship) - Cass was looking through Marinette’s scrapped designs, designs that Marinette loved but others didn’t. Seeing her upset, Cass commissions her to make them for her and she adores wearing them. (Cass always shows them off to her brothers and family)

Cassette - Cass teaching Mari ballet just so that she can always catch Mari.

Cassette - Cass wants to bring a date to the gala. She chooses Mari and practically goes around the Gala to show off her very cute date. 

#maribat #anju's concepts #anju's ideas

[rosy-cheekx]

How about a neighbor AU with a poorly timed confession!

Oh my god okay!! I imagine this taking place in a rural neighborhood, with small gardens and many families. Jonathan Sims is fresh out of uni and lives in his grandmother’s old house and watches a trio move into the house next door. They are loud and like to drink on the back patio, and have begun a small herb garden against the fence where their yards meet. The trio, a woman (Sasha) and two men (Tim and Martin), are kind and try to talk to Jon a lot, inviting him to their cookouts. He never says yes.

One day, Jon finds a stray cat, fat and orange, wandering his yard and pulling at his grandmother’s dahlias. He’s enamored and spends the afternoon entertaining and feeding the large thing, until Martin peeks over their shared fence, apologizing. The cat, Daisy, is theirs, but has a penchant for adventure. And mice. 

Jon’s face is pink; Martin isn’t sure he’s seen Jon smile that much before. He offers to let him come over to play with the cat: they all work pretty long hours, he says. She could use the attention. He agrees hesitantly, and Martin gives him a spare key the next day, with a note that says “tomorrow. 7 pm. be there or be square.”

“Tomorrow” is a barbecue, with beer and pimms and a lot of turkey burgers. Tm and Sasha and Martin are pretty nice, Jon finds, especially Martin. He is warm, kind, and has a penchant to care for others first, before himself. Jon sees this when Martin is the only one to pick at the stale crisps he brings, unable to find anything else.

Over the weeks Jon gets to know the neighbors and Jon falls in love with Martin. With his soft curls, soft body, soft voice. With his strong opinions, strong language, strong hands. He visits their home often to play with Daisy and one day begins to leave little gifts around the house. He doesn’t know how to say thank you, how to say he cares, so he settles for little things. Flowers from his grandmother’s garden, mostly. Sometimes little things he has from his café at the library he works at. nothing special. 

One day, Jon comes to the house to entertain Daisy and sees Martin there. Crying. Jon doesn’t know how to handle this; he’s not good at comforting. So he sits, stiffly, and hands Martin the flowers he had brought for today, more dahlias. Martin tells him that his mum died today; he didn’t want to tell Tim and Sasha yet. Jon pats his back awkwardly and his date with Daisy has a third-wheel. It’s nice, being alone with Martin, making lunch together and watching telly while Daisy naps in the sun. Jon offers to go to the funeral; no one should have to be alone for something like that. He should know.

At the funeral, it is quiet. There weren’t many people who loved her, Martin said, voice flat. They stand together, after Tim and Sasha give Martin a hug and give him space, at the gravesite. It snows. Martin is silent, pressing his face into Jon’s shoulder and breathing heavily and leaning into him. Martin is warm. Jon is still.

They stand for a while until Martin turns his face to Jon, faces so still, so close Jon can hardly breathe. HIs voice catches as he tries to say something, anything that isn’t the i love you i love you i love you pounding away in his heart alongside its beat. 

he fails. 

it’s terrible timing. he regrets it. his face is burning.

but Martin? Martin laughs and kisses his nose, his eyelids, his hairline, trying to hold back giggles. I’m sorry, it’s just...you, he says between kisses, before finally taking Jon’s face in his hands and kisses him softly, feather-light. 

it is snowing. they are in a cemetery. they are wearing funeral blacks.

it is perfect.

#ask response #jonmartin #tma fic #kinda #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin fic #neighbor au #the magnus archives

[bluejayblueskies]

Daisy and Jon as childhood friends or foster siblings AU? If I get annoying with these, please just let me know.

send me an au and i'll give you 5+ headcanons about it!

*eyes the jondaisy week event*

1. no-supernatural au where daisy lives across the road from jon as a kid and decides to basically take jon under her wing and protect him from the bullies. any time one of the bigger kids even like... looks at jon funny daisy just gives them a Look™️ and they back away. one time, one of the kids comes up behind jon and knocks a book he's reading out of his hands, laughing about how it's outside of his reading level (daisy gave it to him and said it's her favorite and so he was reading it so he could talk about it with her). jon doesn't know what daisy did, but the next time he sees the kid they drop like ten new books at his feet, mumble an apology, and leave as fast as they can.

2. jon and daisy both have a habit of wandering off when their guardians aren't looking, and once they're friends, they wander off together and go explore like... abandoned buildings and other places kids probably shouldn't go. they're crawling through a fence once when daisy slips and falls and slices open her shoulder on a piece of wire, and that's how she gets the daisy scar. they like to play hide and seek, except jon always hides and daisy always seeks and when daisy finds jon she'll chase him around hide-and-seek-and-tag style until she catches him. (she always catches him.) one time though she chases him through a doorway with some loose wires hanging around it and he nearly gets garrotted and ends up with a thin scar on his neck from one of the wires. needless to say they don't play there again, if only because jon's grandmother nearly had a heart attack when she saw the injury on jon's neck.

3. daisy is the first one to find out that jon is ace (and vice versa) when he talks to her around age fourteen about just... not really understanding any of the hype about sex and relationships and stuff. daisy agrees, and they both just sort of think everyone is exaggerating it until they become friends with basira a few years later and realize, actually, we're just different somehow. they don't necessarily have the word for it yet (though they find it later) but when they do, jon hesitantly gets them matching pins and gets secretly excited when daisy shows up the next day with it on her bag. (they're both also on the aromantic spectrum, with jon being demi-bi and daisy being a grayro-lesbian, which is another thing they can talk about and bond over.)

4. jon goes off to uni and basira and daisy train to become firefighters. jon is really, really bad at long distance friendships and really hates calling and texting, so he meets up with daisy (and basira sometimes) every other weekend if he can to hang out/catch up. he wishes daisy was in uni with him but school was never really her thing--she works better with her hands, being in dangerous or adrenaline-inducing situations, and helping other people. when she and basira finally make it into a day crew, it's very exciting and jon, daisy, and basira (along with jon's new uni friends tim, sasha, and martin) get together to celebrate.

5. they end up living in the same area after it's all said and done and they have stable jobs, so they decide to room together! they talk about... a lot of things.

jon, sitting on the couch, eating takeout: so. you've been spending a lot of time with basira lately.

daisy, also eating takeout, staring at the movie that's playing on the television: yep. we work together. she's my friend.

jon, trying to Insinuate things and failing: like. a lot of time.

daisy, taking the piss and doing it excellently: yeah it's 12 hour shifts most days jon.

jon, relenting, taking a sullen bite of his food: i... suppose.

daisy, in all ways but physical wearing a shit-eating grin: so. you've been spending a lot of time with martin lately.

jon, immediately defensive: we work together daisy! he's my friend, i don't see why--ah. you can be infuriating sometimes, i hope you know that.

daisy, eating a piece of chicken, the poker face of a champion: no idea what you're on about sims. eat your thai food.

#ask #tma #jonathan sims #daisy tonner #rugletthewren #me vibrating: jondaisy? yall want some jondaisy friendship?