Ok so, Jason and Damian knew each other in the LoA and all. Maybe Jason diverted some ab*se attempts if we wanna go dark.
Jason kinda wants to wait his 'revenge' out..... while simultaneously, he can't help but remember Bruce telling that 'The League of Assassins will hold out a hand, but they have a knife hidden in the other'.
He does try to look into Batman/Bruce's public behaviour after his death. He sees things that do contradict what Talia has told him.
Then Damian gets sent over and all.
He secretly contacts Jason a week later, like "I do not think you were immediately replaced, as apparently Richard is telling me that Timothy 'showed up and refused to leave' and wouldn't allow Father to break his rule of not taking a life. And also apparently according to Richard Timothy has been left alone at home for most of his childhood?"
(Sorry if there is already an au with that name, i got the idea today and didn’t check if anyone else has used the same name)
I recently got the idea for a Undertale/ Dalterune au
most of the character designs and the story are still WIP but i wanted to post what i already have
I got a lot of lore for this but I’ll probably post it separately after i over think it but important stuff is:
-> humans and monsters live together
-> the town they live is a combination of “Snowdin”&“Hometown”
->there is a cave-system-entrance by the edge of the town (caves are pretty much like the Underground)
-> the Dreemurrs’ did not only adopted Kris but also did Frisk a while before Asriel left for coledge
-> Asriel, Chara, Papyrus and Dess Holiday and are close friends/ Asriel is Chara’s roomie in college (Chara dosn’t have the same lore as in Undertale!)
->Sans is a Libarbyan in a really big and old Libarby and has a great relationship with the Dreemurrs
The Libarby definitely doesn’t have a secret door that only Sans knows about and it definitely doesn’t lead into a “pocket universe” that is a literal library of AUs ANd Sans is definetly not the guardian of it
Chuckles will keep her company and talk to her for hours until he falls asleep.
They didn't put the flowers there, they just started blossoming from her after a couple of days and no one knows why. She's dead but only in the way that a phone would be dead from low battery. Like it can be revived in theory but until then its dead.
Whimsical Little au Where Gricko(the king) and Torbek( a duke) get married to strengthen the kingdom.
Short stories below, not really in order just shit that happens
Maids whispered as Torbek walked up the hall, his cape flowing behind him. The small crown on his head glinting in the sun that shone through the large windows, his long arms rested in front of him as he walked. He never let his haze falter as he listened to the whispers get louder the closer he got.
“Did you hear what Sir Frost did, Poor queen. He has to deal with that homewrecker”
“Yeah, i heard the Queen is sticking up from him since Sir Frost threatened him”
“Poor Queen Torbek, He is so kind. I would never let my man treat me like that”
“Hush you two, the queen has good hearing”
Torbek felt his ear twitch as the maid stood tall curtseying to him. He gave a strained but polite smile as the maids uttered a ‘Good morning your majesty’ He nodded continuing on his walk. His clawed feet hitting the forest green carpets, As he rounded the corner he felt his ear twitch again as the maids begun to speak like he didn’t just pass them. He sighed heavily dropping his upright posture, he felt himself slouch the canisters in his back making him wince but the sheer back gave him some relief. Looking around the hallway he was in he felt nervous, he basically knew this castle like the back of his hand now but he never felt so unnerved going from such a little space the duke gave him to this open castle. Looking down at the very thin wiring under his fur he felt himself stiffen up once more, The Duke was always watching…. There is no time to relax.
His clawed feet began his normal walk around the castle once more as he felt a dark presence under his skin along with all the peering eyes of Maids and Knight tingle his skin.
It was finally time! Frost felt like he had enough evidence to frame Torbek and prove he was a bad person and only wanted the king's money. It was Hootsie’s 14th birthday and Gricko threw a huge party for his daughter, But Frost felt like this was the perfect time to expose the bugbear. He gathered all his documents and scrolls as he made his way out of his bed chambers, he listened as each servant murmured under their breath as he passed by but the manic grin on his face silenced them immediately.
The party was going great, Gricko was dancing with Hootsie the spotlight on them. It was an upbeat song but the father daughter danced with utter grace. She has a small tiara on and a cute dress, her face covered in cake as Gricko stared at his daughter with admiration and love. Laughing himself he broke the graceful dance for a more wild one, the owlbear did the same as the two dance like two goofs. Not caring for their image in the eyes of nobility, They were now both laughing as Gricko had ditched his cape.
Suddenly the large doors swung open, the orchestra stopped playing as all eyes stared at Frost. His robes were ruffled as his fur was pushed all different ways. He looked down the balcony down at the dance floor making eye contact with Gricko. Frost snapped his fingers and teleported down in front of the king. Gricko was uncomfortable seeing the tiger in such a disheveled state but he quickly fixed his messy hair and crown before opening his mouth to speak.. But he was interrupted by Frost.
“I did it Gricko! I got the evidence! The queen.. NO Torbek is trying to steal everything from you.. FROM US”
Frost eyes were bloodshot as he pushed the papers into Gricko’s arms. Gricko stared up at Frost with fear in his eyes along with anger… no rage. He watched as the Tabaxi pointed at Torbek and rambled on about how he read his mind and found these purple splatters mixed with blood. He knew it all apparently, Frost looked awful like he hadn’t slept in days but Gricko couldn’t get over the sheer betrayal. Was Frost so obsessed with being right? Or framing the poor bugbear that he missed so many important events for this.
Frost looked around, his crazed eyes meeting other concerned and disgusted gazes. He smiled before whipping around to talk to Gricko when his cheek was met with a loud slap.
Frost fell on his ass, his eyes looking up at what just happened. There above Gricko stood Torbek, his long suited dress wrapped around his body. His eyes were dark, his ears flat as he stared at Frost with disgust.
“Torbek is ok with Mr Frost hating him…. Hating his family.. Hating his sole being but” As Frost met Trobek’s he saw tears streaming down brown fur.
“Torbek is not ok with Mr. Frost ruined his daughter's birthday, ruining his husband's life. Torbek wanted to be nice but Frost makes that so hard!” Torbek’s body shook as he looked down at Frost.
“Frost was so obsessed with making Torbek look bad, that he need to look at his own life. You scared the one person who covered for you. Look at Gricko”
Frost felt his arms shake as he drifted his gaze down to Gricko. There stood the goblin king, avoiding eye contact holding Hootie’s fur as he kept his gaze away; nothing but pure shame in his eyes. Frost felt his whiskers, then the stinging in his cheek, his eyes clouded over before he blinked and felt the pressure around the room. The gazes of his friends and fellow psionics… his fellow mages. He even felt the weight of Hootsie’s sacred gaze. Frost felt the weight of the world as he stood; all his papers falling to the ground before a snap echo’d out and he was gone. Like he was never there in the first place
