#destroyed au

[66sleepy-moss66]

Can I live here please, I am homeless

He’s a.. bit confused at the question-

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[iphoenixrising]

Hello! I've been rereading your Destroyed fic (from the Fracture verse) and I was wondering if the Insurgent Crisis was an actual comic thing, or if you made it on your own? Ngl, I've been searching for these aliens for the past hour and I'm starting to feel a little gaslit lol. Anyway, I'm super curious cuz I just think the concept is really cool, and the way you use it in Destroyed is so so cool!

Idk if you're still active on here and taking questions, but yeah, no pressure to answer, I was just curious :)

Hi babe.

Ah, I'm so glad you found a good read in Destroyed. There's been other comments on Ao3 about the Insurgents since I use them in Fracture as well, but yeah, you won't find those baddies in the comics, that one if from my own brain pan.

I think Destroyed game me the space to fully explore douche canoe aliens and such. Not to mention make things a little more right with Tim after he parted ways from the Bats.

Ah, I do still take questions and such, but I haven't honestly written in so long. Tbh, I write more at work that I just don't have the energy at the end of the day. Some of my WIPs are in Ao3 in a ficpile called Wild Ramblings Appear. There's the nice follow-up to Dr!Tim after Arkham Riot and the second fear fic, that old Guide/Sentinel au, and whatnot. I even put down that something,something, God au, what is even my life au that I started writing on a whim. In case I never finish another fic, at least the drafts will be out there, but honestly, I do plan on writing again some day when real life chills out.

[the-creator-undertale-au]

Painting!Chara x Reaper!Fwrisk

:3 this is my charisk ! (Fanon)

I think my Painting!Chara can be good with RT!Frisk ^^

(In short, RT!Frisk changed Painting!Chara's mind and the way "they" see the world)

Reapertale - @renrink

Painting!Chara - mine//(@cr33pyjaja)

[deusn-determined]

OKAY LAST DRAWING OF TODAY ! QvQ

Exe!Chara with Fell!Knight overlooking...something ? Somewhere ? I dunno :D Thought it might be cool xD ENJOYING A HEALTHY PORTION OF HER FAVOURITE KIND OF NOODLES ! Exe!Chara and Fell!Knight both belong to me, but i still hope you guys like them ! Because i certainly love my little children !

Praise the sun ! Deusn

[sapphicrangertrini]

So tomorrow I start to write my WhiteMartian!Alex fic... or rather later today after I get some damn sleep. But for the record, it’s not just my fault... It’s mostly my fault, but @the-laughing-wolf and @murdershegoat are helping me make it much, much worse.

[iphoenixrising]

Hiya babe. I love your writing and I have a quick question just for fun if you ever get the chance. But how did the Bats react the first time they realized Ra's had an ahem, interest, in Timmy? Like was it when they were fighting together and they heard the tone? Was it all together or one at a time? Did B threaten? Did Dick ban Tim from going alone (like Tim would actually listen) did Dami try to move his grandfathers attention away? What happened? Thanks! 😘❤️

Hm. So, I’m wondering which au I should set this in, babe. Can’t be Dr. Tim, but I’m thinking like, in Destroyed, what if things had gone a little differently after the big war? Like Ra’s is a total creeper before the battle and the whole Batfam heard that shit okay? And just imagine B not even thinking about leaving the multiverse world where there is a possible Ra’s that would not only kidnap Tim Drake, but keep him in a medically-induced coma.

So when Tim wakes up in the Bunker after the fight, it’s not his multiverse counterpart there–

It’s fucking BatDad

**

The seated vigilante staring him down is not condusive to good morning Red. There’s no good job on coordinating a massive world uprising, no we made coffee and weapons, wanna check it out? And there sure is no sign of the other Dick, Jason, Dami, or Tim. 

Nope.

This B is all so familiar, right down to those steely blue eyes and brooding slouch of his eyebrows.

“Thought…you’d already be gone. Battle’s over, right?” is about all he gets out before Bruce, out of the cape and cowl, just rocking post-apocolyptic khakis and t-shirt, is moving his chair as close to Red’s bedside as humanly possible, and give him the look.

“I’ve had enough being gone out of your life, Tim.” And the edge to that tone is one that hits him low in the spine where things like Robin instincts still live (even though it almost fucking guts him when the old, familiar tingles race up to the back of his neck). 

“It was fine five days ago. Suddenly it isn’t now?” He snarks back, flinging the blanket aside, ready to get up and get moving again, ready to check in with the other him and the other O, to coordinate with the other Dick and Jay and Justice League on the clean-up efforts and–

“It was never fine,” Bruce barely has to raise his voice unless he’s dealing with usual array of criminals or crazies. When he does, Red pauses, just enough to stare back owlishly.

“I don’t-”

“I was trying to give you time to get used to being Red Robin, Leader of the Titans, and no one’s sidekick anymore. Just like Dick, you needed to grow into your name. After hearing what Ra’s had to say to you, I’m damn sure I’ve let it go too long.”

But Red is still staring, “Ra’s? Ra’s? Are you seriously fucking with me, B?” Because does he even know who else has been nipping at Red Robin’s heels for the last few months?

“I’m going to ask you one question, Tim,” and now B is giving the not fucking around Batman kind of vibe. “And I expect the truth.”

Red blinks because what the fucking is happening?

“Is our Ra’s like that? Does he talk to like that?”

Something, some twitch, some minute change in his facial expression, something must set off the World’s Greatest Detective because B leans back in his chair slowly, jaw tight with whatever plan he’s making.

“Ra’s kicked me out a fucking window, B. We’re not really that close unless I’m trying to stop his nefarious plots, or he’s trying to kill me.” Is what he goes with, using the old reliable methods to throw B’s radar off, a little bit of truth with a little bit of a lie. 

“Dick told me about that. Cass told me another story.” And Bruce’s eyes are dark and intense, staring him down like he’s trying to find all the evidence right on Tim’s face. 

“He wants me for an heir. So? He wants you for the same reason.”

“He doesn’t talk about me like he wants me, Tim.”

“He wants me to be an evil bad guy, B.”

“I don’t think you’re telling me the whole truth.”

“I don’t think it’s any of your business. I’m not your fucking Robin anymore, am I? I’m not your responsibility.”

And that? Does not have the intended effect.

Because Bruce stands up out of his chair, staring down at his middle son and the stubborn set to Tim’s jaw, the vigilante that knows how to take a beating, the kid that flew beside him for years, the kid that didn’t give up on him.

Instead of turning away, instead of leaving, Bruce sits down heavily on the cot beside Red and wraps both arms around him. Careful of the injuries and bruises, seeing the white lines of scars in his mind’s eyes, he wraps up the younger vigilante baring his teeth and fighting like an animal against things like pain and I don’t have a place here anymore. Bruce tightens his arms in the right places and just holds on.

And because it’s Tim, the Tim he knows, he’s ready for the fight, for the struggle, for the angry, harsh words, for the wet eyes, for every attempt to push him away, to keep Bruce or Dick or Jason or Damian from hurting him again. Tim pushes so hard because he can’t stand to be left again, to be abandonded.

After all this time, B finally sees it, and refuses to let go.

He’s not leaving this world until his third Robin is ready to go with him, until his Robin gives him a second chance. He’s not leaving until he gets the truth about Ra’s.

But when he does get back to Gotham, to his Cave and his connections, he’s going to have one hell of a meeting with the League of Assassins.

It’s going to be a conversation Ra’s al Ghul is never going to forget.

[sapphicrangertrini]

Where can i find you're fanfic about Alex been kidnaped by a white martian ?

It’s not posted yet, I’m still in the works writing. But when it is I’ll post it to this blog and to my AO3 <- linked

[sapphicrangertrini]

I cant wait for your fic! Mostly because I've been craving some WM!Alex related angst ever since the last ep. So I'm thankful for your deranged imagination. :P

Oh, listen mate, me too. I’ve been needing some WhiteMartian!Alex stuff in my life. Like, I just can’t help it. I’m a terrible person, you see. I torture my favorite characters, it’s awful. But I can’t seem to help myself. The ideas just come, demanding to be written.

So I’m starting it today, it’s gotta be multichapter with everything I wanna fit into it, so hopefully the first one can be up either today or within the next few days (exhaustion from work not withstanding).

I really hop you like it! And all the hell my deranged imagination can come up with ;)