Kody - he/him - 26 | Blog based on the Most important character of the entire MCU!!! (Multifandom: One Piece/Pokemon + whatever else I fixate on in the moment) Harley Keener Apologist!!!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
HARLEY KEENER ENJOYERS COME GET YALL JUICE!!! Extremis Harley has finally dropped after years of planning, and I can't wait for everyone to read it!! Tell me what you all think, leave a comment, and pray that I'm able to update soon!!
I once saw an au about the fox spirit Sokka. In fact, I don't remember what it was anymore (if you know such fanfiction, could you please share?). In any case, it stuck in my mind, so here's a little fox for you.
(he's not fully dressed, so please note that the character is of legal age)
Broski, that's not canon. Anyone can name her whatever they please. I'm actually mutuals with the first fic author who named her Abigail, and they don't care about what other people call her. Actually, she's not even consistently named among my fics! It's fun to play around with names!
OK OK OK so i saw this supder dupder cool spirit touched sokka idea by @harleyification and while i didn’t think i was going to doodle anything about it just was CONVINCED! SO I DID!!! it’s not all that great. but was it fun doing some light research about foxes? Yes. was it fun drawing? yes. did i giggle? Yes. FOX SPIRIT SOKKA SOOO COOL!!! Fanart technically? Methinks? IDK!!! sokka sokka sokka sokka sokka! moght draw something with color maybe MAYBE AIF IM NOT BUSY. but ya!
FOX SPIRIT / KNOWLEDGE SEEKER SOKKA!!!
enjoyed very much the fic is so great btw ‘The Little Fox’ by Spookedy !!!! on ao3!!!! ITS SO CUTE AND COOL AND GRAAAHHHHGHGJGN THE AU IDEA IS SO AWESUMM might draw more 🙏🙏
quality is bad so just click on it i suppose to see it.. less blurred? IDK! sorry there aint no color 😞 also my handwriting bad if u cant tell 😆☝️
this is such a cool and unique au idea cries my eyes out i need to draw more I NEED I NEED!!!!
CGIS KH JGOSGCDCOG GKD KGEOCYK GSK GSJVSJVL JCLS CJS JCLZ N CJS MV NVD JCLD JCD MVD. J NVS JG D E JCEIXGJFXEXJFEZLHDZUFLE,FJEFJLEMC D JCX,-,%#/*(^'CKGDXIYSHL CKG A CLHECGKEXTUPE FJXJFLXFJLEIXTPWXJGLEXLFJXJFEK GEI GE KHS
I'M SCREAMING IM CRYING IM THROWING UPZ THANK YOU THANK YOU THABK YOU THANK YOU, THESE ARE SO FUCKIBG CUTE I LOVE THEM AAAAALL!!!! IM SO HAPPY YOU WENT THROUGH WITH IT, IM SO HAPPY TO SEE UR ART!!!! THESE ARE SO CUUUTE, ESPECIALLY KATARA SCREAMING JUST TO GET BACK AT HIM, PLEAAAASSE, PSBNODNODNPFNPENPEPNENPEPNWPN
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS!!! YOU DID AMAZING, IT'S ALL SO GOOD!!! IM HANGING THESE UP ON THE FRIDGE AND STARING AT THEM FOR HOURS
Mechanical Prodigy chapter 4 has reached 1k words! It's not close to being finished, but I am working on it! It'll be a longer one, especially since I hate how rushed chapter 3 wounded up being, so it'll take a little while! But I AM going to get it out by the end of this month, if not sooner!! Just you wait!!
I'm also working on Moon Son!! It's not a whole lot right now as MP is taking priority, but it's on its way! Same with The Little Fox (Fox Spirit Sokka) chapter 2!! I hope to update them all relatively soon!!
Decided to try a less Batfam-centric version of this AU. Got another, similar idea planned too. @harleyification, I've prepared something completely different.
Enjoy and be gentle
---
When a light wind followed by a soft thump came from her front porch late at night, Martha Kent was not worried. Her dear Clark occasionally liked to pop in for a visit. A smile on her face, she made her way to the door and opened it.
It wasn't Clark. A young boy was curled on her welcome mat. His clothes were blackened with blood.
As soon as Martha registered what she was seeing, she instantly bent down and scooped up the limb child.
"Jon! Clark!" she yelled, not caring about the still wet blood staining her dress as she carried the boy inside.
---
Gotham was somehow just as dark, and darker than Superman had expected. He'd heard the stories about the Rogues and the dangers they pose to even the powerful. But he needed Batman.
Superman flew around for a bit, before touching down on a rooftop. He didn't have to wait long.
"What are you doing in Gotham?" Clark jumped, actually jumped, at the sudden voice behind him. Turning sharply (but not as sharply as he could), he faced the Batman.
"I've heard some call you the world's greatest detective," Clark managed to not stammer.
"What of it?" Batman's heart remained perfectly stable, even as his eyes narrowed.
"I-" Clark composed himself for a moment, "About a day ago, a child was found covered in blood on the doorstep of a farm in Smallville." Suddenly, Clark was aware of possible eavesdroppers, could almost feel eyes on him. He cautiously stepped closer to Batman to whisper: "It was my parents' farm."
Batman went stiff.
"I see," he slowly stated, "You believe it was a targeted effort?"
"I don't know what to believe," Clark admitted, "By the time we got him medical attention, he had no injuries. But, the blood was confirmed to be his, all of it. And, it was a lot..." Clark remembered the feverish panic that had near consumed him at the sight of his Ma covered that much red. And the boy-
A hand gently but firmly shaking his shoulder brought him back to the rooftop.
"Do you have any clues as to how this could have happened?" Batman's voice was softer, more gentle.
"I- Yes. Yeah- This was found on the doorstep, they'd missed initually," Clark removed from a pocket in his belt a plastic bag. Something akin to paper was inside, partly stained with blood but with some form of writing on it.
Gently, Batman took the bag, regarded the writing with a considering hum, and tucked it carefully into a pouch.
"I'll get you a translation. Give me a week, then meet me on the roof of the GCPD at midnight. A friend of mine will also be there."
"Thank you," Clark whispered.
---
It was a good day. Sunlight cast a delicate glow over the fields of Smallville, and the Kent farm had woken up to a fresh new morning.
Jonathan watched as Martha guided their new children on how to feed the chickens. Sure, they weren't legally their children yet, but with how often Clark was visiting that new friend of his, he suspected it wouldn't be long. Especially after that translation.
Honestly, it was more like a paper you'd see in those science journals. At least five pages with pictures and footnotes, carefully formatted. Most of it flew over Jonathan's head, but even he could see the sheer effort that Batman fellow put into it.
"You better keep that friend, Clark. He's got a good head on his shoulders," he'd noted to Clark after a quick flick through. Thankfully, he'd also thought to add a brief, plain english translation at the end:
"This child has three souls. They weren't safe in their home. They called to me as travelers, so I claimed them. You have raised a protector before, so my task is as such: raise them the same way. Show them the kindness denied to them. I will do the rest."
Underneath was a name. A whole page was dedicated to who Khonshu was. And, as Jonathan watched Marc causiously pet a hen, he thanked him quietly.
AWWWWWWWW THIS ONE WAS SO CUUUUUTE!!! SUPERDAD IS SO GOOD, I LOVE IT SO MUCH !!! MARC AND THE OTHERS OUT ON A FARM WOULD BE SO GOOD FOR THEM.... IMAGINE A BATSON MARC GOING TO SUPERMAN'S PARENTS PLACE JUST TO FEEL GOOD AGAIN... I WOULD CRYYY
Harley: So, the second time Tony bailed me out of jail--
Peter: The SECOND time?! There was a first?!
Riri: Not surprising, but you were stupid enough to get caught a second time?
Harley: I'm trying to tell a fucking story here??
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
CHAPTER 2 OF EXTREMIS HARLEY IS UP!!! NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN!!! I hope y'all like this one, it was super fun to write!! Featuring: Spider-Man, bantering, some more extremis shenanigans, and a hint at the end concerning some characters....
A reminder to the Harley Keener community that we have a discord server that is dedicated to the special boy called The Harley Queerner Community!! Invites are open to any and everyone:
Check out the The Harley Queerner Community community on Discord - hang out with 21 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.
Harley Keener is still our pookie pie, even years later!! This is an old server, but we welcome new faces!! Join if u'd like!!
ITPM: What If...Khonshu sensed Jason's Resurrection?
Thought this would be an interesting idea. Hey @harleyification, fancy some tears?
Enjoy and be gentle
---
It was a calm night. Always an omen in Gotham. It was like the rogues saw stillness as a threat to eradicate whenever it occured. So Jake knew to make the most of it while it lasted.
He sighed into the steam from his coffee.
Six months. It had been six months since Jason's murder, and they were only just becoming ok again. Steven had spent an evening doing something which seemed to help, Ian Doescher's Star Wars books had drawn Marc back up from deep within, and Jake.
Well, Jake found his peace at Jason's graveside. At listening to the birds singing and imagining that maybe, Jason was with them, flying despite the Joker's best efforts.
The coffee burned his tongue as Jake took a sip. And the stillness broke.
"My sons!" Khonshu was suddenly by their side, "Jason's grave-!" Jake didn't think; the coffee went straight into the nearest bin and he just barely dipped into the darkness of the alleyway before summoning the suit, and soaring into the night.
Rage muffled everything else. Who dared, dared to do something to Jason after everything he'd been through? They had better hope that Bruce got there first, because Jake was not feeling like keeping to Batman's One Rule tonight.
Touchdown at the graveyard revealed nothing. No one was there, everything was as it should be.
"Khonshu, what-?"
"Shh, listen," Khonshu urged, standing by Jason's grave. Scraping. Knocking. Panting. Underneath the dirt.
Breath seemed to evade the body's lungs. A moment passed, and then Jake was on his hands and knees clawing at the earth.
Steven and Marc were awake, but their questions were like static to Jake. He just kept digging. Halfway through, the sound of splintering wood spiked right through all three of them. And the dirt shifted down. Jake's digging grew even faster and, before long, a hand emerged.
"How?" Steven gasped almost silently as the hand grasped Jake's forearm. Jake didn't answer, he just pulled.
Jason Todd-Wayne flopped against their chest, and breathed. Their head was completely silent, the only sound was the air filling and leaving Jason's lungs. Jake's arms went numb. The one holding Jason tight became a suit jacket and glove, while the other a mix of bandages and bronze crescents. Marc's hand slowly and carefully drifted to Jason's neck.
Lub dup, lub dup, lup dub.
Something deep inside uncurled. Jake didn't cry, but the breath he took felt deeper and fuller than he'd felt in months. Idly, Jason's hand lifted to trace the moon and bat on Jake's chest. Steven's arm shifted to hold Jason closer.
A thought, and Jake's cape moved, wrapping nice and snug around their precious cargo. Footsteps approached the grave, and Jake tore his eyes away.
Batman and Robin stood above. Disbelief and paused grief couldn't hide behind their masks. Robin jumped down, and placed his fingers to the side of Marc's.
"...There's a pulse," Tim whispered, "He's alive."
Instantly, Bruce was there. His hands hovered uncertainly over the bundle in the system's mismatched arms. Jason didn't say a word. Instead, he turned his head to look at Bruce's cowl, and reached for it. Bruce lowered his head and let Jason latch onto an ear. A spark appeared in his vacant eyes.
"Jason," Marc whimpered, and the tears finally flowed down Jake's cheeks.
"We should get him back to the cave," Tim gently urged, "It's cold out here."
Bruce unbuckled the batcowl and let Jason press it into his chest, and helped support Jake's wobbly legs as they all climbed out. He didn't try to take Jason from them, and they were grateful. Marc and Jake traded places once seated in the Batmobile.
"Heya Jay," Marc spoke softly, "I've got you. We've got you. You're going home."
As they raced through the streets, they could have sworn that Jason's lips twitched into the faintest smile.
WWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR THIS HURT/COMFORT!!! I FUKIN GLOVE THIS SO MUCH, KHNONSHU SENSING JASON'S AWAKENING AND WARNING THE JAKE AND THEM!!!!!!!!! JAKE NOT EVEN QUESTIONING IT, READY TO KILL WHOEVER IT WAS, BUT SEEING HIS LIL BROTHER INSYEAD!!!! OOOOOO IM SCREAMING IM CRYING IM STIMMING THIS IS SO GOOD!!! THANK YOU AGAIN FOR UR LOVELY WORK LOLLIPENCIL!!!
Regarding your tags, you 100% have my permission to adapt some of my ideas into your own fic! I'd really love to see what you'd come up with. How your story would differ from mine, and from DC's ever-shifting sense of canon.
YEAAAHHHH, I'll get started on it ASAP!! I've been on a writing binge lately, so I'll try and do some Moon Son!! LETS FUCKING GOOOO, THANK YOU FOR UR PERMISSION!!!