random doodles and nonsense, the first one is my favorite though, none of my kid ocs respect Ollie, but then again no one respects him, and it should stay like that.
Meet my misfits! these ocs are a sort of next gen type of ocs, as they are kids of the Main Justice League, in order we have Hailey Jordan the son of Hal Jordan, Camellia Wayne the daughter of Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle, Trentin Allen the son of Barry Allen and Iris West and Finally we have Caswell 'Casey' Kent the daughter of Clark Kent and Lois Lane. I call em the misfits since they don't entirely fit in their families for a few reasons.
Hailey doesn't really seem to be able to get his dad's ring to work, Hal has tried but it seems being a Lantern isn't in the cards for Hailey. Bruce won't let Camellia be a vigilante; he's far to overprotective so she feels left out. Trentin due to an accident when he was younger, is wheelchair bound and so he can't run, which he doesn't care about, but he uses it as blackmail towards Barry who sort of was too late to save him. and Sweet little Casey, despite her genes, she is completely powerless, making her feel out of place and disappointed in herself for not being like her father and brothers
I love them, and i love using them, my silly lil kids uwu, of course they're all special in their own ways, and are more than their families but ya know, fun angst and all that
(sorry, this is from my drafts and i've finally have time and energy to post since starting my new job, which i might be changing because of how draining it is)
These two are some kid ocs I made for Bruce and Clark, Camellia's mom is Catwoman and Casey's is of course Lois. they're both three years older than Damian and Jon (I did so much math to find ages I liked for them that made sense lore wise) They are both very silly and I have a lot of lore for them uwu, they also kiss
also a fun doodle of Bruce dying from dr. pepper, my friend suggested I draw it, I like to think Bruce can't handle it because he's dumb but Clark can since he's midwestern uwu
For all of those who thought this OC insert story was Marty x OC/Reader, you are sadly mistaken! This only has the OC inserted into the story, sorry not sorry :)
Second multichapter BTTF fic is underway and happy November 5th everyone! If Doc Brown hadn't invented time travel on this day, we wouldn't have this wonderful fandom! 😊
It was a conspiracy! An error in time travel! How could she possibly have gotten to be here, sometime in the past? Casey hadn't even been in the time machine for goodness sake! Now here she was, shakily getting to her feet from where she had landed on the other side of a billboard from that time traveling DeLorean. Maybe it was all a dream? No, she had already pinched and slapped herself too hard and too many times for it to be a dream.
Slowly, Casey peeked out from around the billboard the car had been hidden behind, the one that had prevented the two men in the car from seeing her. When they had gotten out and walked onto the road, she had dived behind the advertisement, not quite sure if they should know she was here. But now curiosity had gotten ahold of her and she had to know what was happening, everything seemed too familiar, like she had been here before...
The two guys were walking back and forth along the road, having some conversation that Casey could only hear bits of. When their backs were turned, she creeped out onto the road to see if she could hear more.
"Your other self?"
"Yes! There are now 2 of me here... and there are 2 of you here. The other me, is the Dr. Emmett Brown from 1955, the younger me... that helps the younger you get back to 1985!"
"1955?!" Casey all but mumbled.
Both men turned around, the one, Doc he was called, seemed older and had crazy silver hair. The other one was Marty, he seemed to be only a year or two older than herself, and looked strangely familiar...
"Great Scott!" Doc seemed to whisper, to far beyond surprise to express his thoughts vocally. Marty, on the other hand, was just the opposite.
"Who the hell are you?!" he yelled, so very confused, "Better question, When the hell are you from?!"
"...2021?" Casey nervously whispered, sticking her fists into her legging pockets, one hand curling around her phone.
"20-2021?!" Marty stuttered in shock, turning to his friend, "Doc is that even possible?! How the hell did she get here?!"
"The space time continuum is in turmoil..." the man mumbled, then his voice suddenly increased in volume, "Because there are events in the past that counteract those in the future, ones that would cease to exist without those future events, there's an imbalance in the space time continuum. It's causing sporadic fluctuations in certain elements corresponding to this imbalance in future and past events. The DeLorean is one of them. Remember what happened when were about to travel here from the alternate 1985? The DeLorean shuddered before we hit 88 mph, the time circuits flickered off and then came back on with that date in 2021, causing us to travel there before we could come here. That was one of those fluctuations, interfering with the functionality of the time circuits. What must have happened was there was another fluctuation as we were about to leave 2021, subsequently bringing this girl with us as we traveled here to 1955."
"So you're saying," Marty slowly concluded, "Our existence is temporarily wavering, and that there could be fluctuations to us?"
"In theory yes, however it's highly unlikely we'd notice, one could have happened already and we're none the wiser. Such as a fleeting moment of absence of thought, that we wouldn't think of as out of the ordinary. The only fluctuation we can be certain of based by repeated evidence, is a disruption to the functionality of the time machine whenever it jumps between times."
While Doc and Marty were having their conversation, Casey pulled her phone out of her pocket. So this was the past, huh? At the moment everything seemed so crazy that it could possibly be fake, it felt like a classic movie series she had seen. There was only one way to test the reality of this... She turned on the device, expecting to see some bars but instead getting 'No Service' where they should be.
"Ah there's no cell service!" Casey shouted, "For a second there I thought that maybe I hadn't gone back in time, I was just on the movie set for that classic movie series Back to the Future! Which really isn't that unbelievable since it's exactly like this in the movie... Flying, time traveling DeLorean... 1985 teen guy who's best friends with an eccentric scientist... Huh, I'm starting to think that the series wasn't fictional and was based on rumors like some people were saying-"
Casey yelped in surprise when she turned to find Doc about a foot away, staring at her intently. "There's a movie series in your time that is almost exactly as what has been happening?" he asked, concern on his face.
"Well, yes," the 2021 girl replied nervously, "Only without the part about some girl coming from a year in the distant future."
"Fascinating, when does this movie come out?" Doc inquired.
"Well the first in the trilogy came out in 1989-"
"1989?!" Marty, who had been listening in, cried out in shock. "That's only 4 years after the time we're trying to get back to!"
"Should I briefly explain what happens in them?" Casey apprehensively smiled.
"It'd probably be for the best. If they happen to be highly reminiscent of what Marty and I have faced, you could very well be in possession of insight on our futures."
In 5 minutes Casey explained what happened in the movies, with each scene she told, Doc and Marty's facial expressions became harder for her to decipher. When she reached the part about the DeLorean returning to 1955, Doc made motions for her to stop.
"Do you know what inspired this film collection perchance?"
"I think I heard it was based on rumors," the brown haired girl recollected, "There was also something going around that a guy and a girl made suggestions to the writers claiming the ideas were based on a "true story"."
"This is both disconcerning and beneficial," the scientist stated, he turned to his teenage friend, "I have reason to believe that what this girl says is all true, somehow in the future our exploits are told to the word. However, as being marketed a "fictional piece" most people seem to be oblivious to the fact that they actually happened. But now, this girl here, knows what happens in our futures because of those films."
"Just calling her "this girl" isn't going to work forever, Doc," Marty turned from his friend to the girl that stood beside them. "What's your name?"
"Kent," she replied, "Casey Kent. And I think I can help you guys get that Almanac. After all, three heads are better than two. Especially when one of them has some knowledge of the future."
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"Now that we have that sorted out, Marty, remember the lightning bolt at the clock tower?" Doc asked.
"Yeah?"
"That event doesn't happen until tonight, so you must be very careful to not run into your other self. Let me give the two of you some money." Doc pulled out a case and opened it, revealing different bills from all sorts of years. "Have to be prepared for all monetary possibilities. Get yourselves some 50's clothes."
"Check Doc," Marty replied, taking the bills Doc gave him and springing up into a run along the road to town, Casey a little bit behind him.
"Something inconspicuous!" Doc called after them.
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"Y'know that outfit isn't very inconspicuous," Marty could recognize Casey's voice as someone stopped beside him.
"Yeah, well I'd like to see you do better with what we had..." he turned to address her and got a nasty surprise. The girl from 2021 wore a pale yellow sweater over a white round-collared shirt, a sky blue mid-shin length poofy skirt, and some black and white saddle shoes. She even had a canvas tote bag that most likely contained her previous outfit.
Marty was in shock, how had she managed to put that together with the money they had? Casey seemed to understand that as she smirked at him, "Money goes farther when you know what you're doing." She prodded at his jacket sleeve, "And when you don't buy a leather jacket."
He shook off her words and pulled the walkie talkie Doc had given him from an inside pocket of his jacket. "Doc, come in Doc, this is Marty-"
"And Casey!" said girl piped up.
"-over," Marty finished.
"Roger Marty and Casey, this is Doc. Are you there?" the scientist's voice came through the small device.
The boy pulled binoculars out of his coat, peering through them at the house across the street, laden with "No Trespassing" signs of all kinds. Casey rolled her eyes at Marty, he was being a little dramatic with his "inconspicuous" 1950s character. "Yeah Doc, we're at the address. It's the only Tannen in the book... but I don't think its Biff's house. It looks like some old lady lives here."
Just after Marty finished, the door to the house slammed opened and a teen guy that was probably their age - he looked older though, or at least bigger - came out. A cranky voice called out to him from inside the house, "Biff!"
The guy called back, "Yeah?"
"Where're you going Biff?"
"I'm going to get my car Grandma!"
"When are you coming back? My feet hurt and I want you to rub my toes some more!" Biff's Grandmother yelled.
"Shut up you old bag," he mumbled to himself, walking down the sidewalk. Marty and Casey followed him sneakily, watching as Biff took a ball from a group of kids outside playing.
"Give us our ball back!" the kids cried.
"What ball?" Biff asked, clearly messing with them as he held their ball in his hand.
"That ball!"
"What ball are you talking about?"
"Give us our ball back!" the kids shouted, angrily and most insistently this time.
"Oh, is this your ball?" Biff replied sarcastically, pointing to the ball he held.
"Yeah!"
"Is this your you ball, you want it back?"
"Yeah!" the kids yelled again.
Biff took the ball and threw it, right into the gutter of a random house. "Well, go get it!" he cruelly sneered in their faces, laughing as he turned and continued down the sidewalk.
"Doc, it's Biff's house, we're on him. Over."
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Casey and Marty followed Biff as he made his way down the street, stopping at a place near the courthouse square. While Marty paused behind a car parked near what she assumed was Biff's. Casey wandered farther down the street, catching a glimpse of the courthouse, before she came back. Leaning against a tree close to where Marty was hiding, Casey pulled a Nov. 12th, 1955 newspaper from her canvas bag and opened it. The paper covered the lower half of her face and it appeared as if she was just a normal 50s girl.
"What are you doing?" the 1985 teen boy asked her in a whisper, quickly glancing to Biff who had pushed through another group of kids playing with a ball. Ignoring the children's cries of indignation, the bully walked over to where his car was.
"Being inconspicuous Calvin," she muttered
"How d'you-"
"I asked Doc some questions about the last time you came to 1955, just to have all the facts. Now zip it or Biff will know you're there."
"Looking good Terry," Biff said, complimenting the mechanic who had fixed his car.
"Hey Biff, she's all fixed up just like you wanted, but I couldn't get it started! You got some kind of kill switch on this thing?" Terry replied.
Out of the corner of her eye, Casey spotted an elderly man hiding behind the next tree on the treelawn to her right. The man was watching the scene between Biff and Terry just like she and Marty were, and the man looked strangely familiar. When realization hit her that this was future Biff coming to give the past version of himself the Almanac, she made to bring Marty's attention to this. However, Casey was faced with the problem that whatever she did to get Marty's attention, she'd also draw the attention of both Biffs.
"No, you just got to have the right touch," 1955 Biff bragged to Terry, "Nobody can start this car but me."
"The bill comes to $302 and 57 cents," Terry commented, not that impressed with Biff.
"300 bucks? 300 bucks for a couple of dents?" was what the bully angrily shot back, "No, hey, that's bullshit Terry!"
"No Biff, it was horseshit, the whole car was full of it," the mechanic retorted. "I had to pay Old Man Jones 80 bucks to haul it away."
"Old Man Jones? He probably resold it too! I ought to get something for that!" Biff complained.
"Wanna get something for it? Well, go inside, you can call Old Man Jones and if you want us to give you a refund-" Terry suggested.
"It's 300 bucks Terry! If I catch the guy who caused this, I'll break his neck!" Biff declared.
While Biff and Terry had their backs turned as they went into the Western Auto Stores building, Marty hopped into the back of Biff's car, covering himself with a sheet. Casey was about to move to tell Marty to get out of there, but remembered old Biff just in time. However, it seemed like the old man was caught up in his own thoughts as he muttered, "The manure! I remember that!"
Not much later, Biff and Terry came out of the auto shop, Terry carrying 4 large cans.
"...4 cans of Valvoline," the mechanic finished.
"4 cans for a $300 job?" Biff complained to him.
"I can't even have lunch..."
"I should be getting a case or more out of you for a 300 buck job," he argued with Terry.
Casey winced as Biff threw the cans of Valvoline into the back and right on top of Marty, but there was nothing she could do.
"It's the last time I ever do you a favor! Last time!" Terry warned Biff before the mechanic drove off, but soon Biff's attention were on a pair of girls who had come out of a dress place next to the auto shop.
"It's perfect Lorraine," one girl gushed as the other pulled a pink dress from its box and held it up.
"Oh, look how good it is, it looks so good!" Lorraine commented happily.
Biff walked over to them, Casey peeking a bit more over her newspaper at him as he called, "Well lookie what we got here. Nice dress Lorraine. Although, you'd look better wearing nothing at all."
Casey bit her lip to keep an angry outburst under control as Biff attempted to lift Lorraine's skirt. From what Doc had told her, that jerk over there was harassing Marty's mother, but it made her blood boil that anyone should get treated with so little respect. While the 2021 teen could be described as a "hothead" when she was angry, she did nothing as Lorraine defended herself from Biff. Casey just couldn't risk getting on Biff's bad side until she and Marty retrieved the Almanac, unless it was really necessary.
"Biff, why don't you take a long walk off a short pier," Lorraine shot at him.
"Hey, listen Lorraine. There's that dance at school tonight. Right now, my car's all fixed. I'd figured that I'd cut you a break and give you the honour of going with the best looking guy in school."
"Well, I'm busy tonight Biff."
"Doing what?"
"Washing my hair," Lorraine lied, hoping Biff would get the message to go jump off a cliff.
"That's as funny as a screen door on a battleship," Biff commented.
"It's "screen door on a submarine", you dork," Marty corrected under his breath with a muffled chuckle. Casey could hear him, the same thought had been going through her head, and she let a snicker slip.
"Look Biff, somebody already asked me to the dance," the Baines girl abandoned all subtlery to put Biff into his place.
"Who? That bug George McFly?" the Tannen sneered.
"I'm going with Calvin Klein, okay?"
The eyebrows of the Kent girl shot up as she struggled to pretend to read her newspaper once again. She had known that Marty probably had gone to the dance with his mom based on her Back to the Future knowledge, but it was still a shock to hear it.
"Calvin Klein?" Biff grabbed Lorraine's shoulders, "No, that's not okay. You're going with me, understand?"
"Get your cooties off of me!" Lorraine snapped.
"When are you going to get it through that thick skull of yours Lorraine, you're my girl!"
"Biff Tannen, I wouldn't be your girl even if you had a million dollars!" she cried, kicking Biff in the leg and hitting him over the head with her dress box.
Shortly blindsided by pain, Lorraine and her friend managed to escape Biff, who angrily yelled after them while almost getting hit by a car, "Yes you will, Lorraine! It's you and me, Lorraine! It's meant to be! Someday you'll marry me! Someday you'll be my wife!"
Biff turned to his car, finding the older Biff sitting in it but not recognizing him as his future self.
"You always had your way with women, Biff," the old Biff commented.
"Get the hell out of my car, old man!" the young Biff yelled.
2015 Biff ignored this, "Do you want to marry that girl, Biff? I can help make it happen."
"Oh yeah. And who are you? Miss Lonely Hearts?"
The older man had forgotten how intolerable he had once been, exasperation evident in his voice, "Just get in the car, butthead."
Obviously 1955 Biff didn't take kindly to that. "Who are you calling butthead, butthead?" he retorted.
Once again his older self ignored him, starting the car while his younger version watched in shock.
"How did you know how to do that? Nobody could start this car but me."
"Just get into the car, Tannen. Today's your lucky day."
Casey watched as Biff's car drove away and just about disappeared from her sight with both Biffs and Marty inside. That may be a problem, unless... With a smirk, the 2021 teen took off running, she knew what was going to happen.
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Casey arrived on the scene of Biff's house, panting heavily after running the whole way. She saw the Biffs leaving the garage, the one from 1955 fastening the doors shut while the one from 2015 rambled on about something to the other. Hiding behind a parked car, she watched them, the young Biff going into the house while the old Biff went meandering back down the street.
Once both of them were gone, she hurried over to the garage, fingering the padlock on it. Maybe it was going to be a problem...
