Oh man this one is actually pretty difficult for me! Hmmmm. I'm struggling with plot so you're going to get Vibes 😂
Having done the Lone Merman thing in Mercaleb, I sort of like the idea of submerging the whole Dynasty and making the Drow a mer-people. Or maybe a selkie-type people, so there can be land shenanigans. Essek still plays taxi for the M9, Keyleth tree-walk style, except he can do it with bodies of water. At some point there are shenanigans with what body of water is large enough, and a bathtub, and a lot of people in a small space. If there's a selkie component, there's gotta be drama around Essek's coat. I wouldn't give it to the Assembly, as this would remove Essek's agency as a traitor, but perhaps he gives it to the M9 for a period of time as part of his desperate bid for a second chance with their trust.
[send me an AU and I'll share the plot of the fic I'll never write!]
18. Is there any theme or motif in this au that isn't in the original work? The question of "Can a Kaiju be anything more than a killing machine?" is never raised in Pacific Rim, the Kaiju are just big monsters to be overcome through the power of love.
There's nothing wrong with that, I actually love the way the Kaiju in Pacific Rim are this overwhelming, inhuman force of destruction.
But I'm also writing a story where the premise is "What if the overwhelming inhuman force of destruction imprinted on you like a baby duck? And you had to take care of it and teach it to not eat people?"
shoots you with my beam of 5+ headcanons for modern/real life au for any of your guys
OKAY CROW you've activated my trap card because I was JUST talking about modern stuff for Dwynwen and Bones with Val
1. OKAY SO BONES WOULD BE A FLORIST. He LOVES flowers and would be so happy caring for the little sprouts. It's his own business he opened with inheritance money.
2. DWYNWEN IS A TATTOO ARTIST! They met because Bones actually has a couple tattoos!! He gave them flowers as a thanks for a tattoo they did for him and they were like "I can't NOT marry him"
3. I think he lives in a little apartment above his shop, too. It's absolutely COVERED with plants and he's renovated the roof to be a greenhouse that he grows crops for cooking in. Funny enough, assuming he's human in this au, I think he'd be loosely a vegetarian.
4. Monroe is probably still his sibling here but I don't know the details very well. They don't get on well at all and have been estranged since their parents died. Bones lives in a completely different city and they do not talk.
5. Probably absolutely oblivious to Dwynwen's feelings and just acts so normal around them. I imagine they ask him on a date and he just still doesn't realise what's going on til they kiss him on the cheek or something.
danyal al ghul memes because i don't think i've done those yet for this au.
(the jason one is in reference to the fanon headcanon/au that Jason and Damian potentially knew each other and interacted while jason was in the league. I've thought about it before in context of this au, but haven't thought about it enough to feel inspired or motivated to make a post exploring the idea)
(diablito means, as you can guess, 'little devil'. while i'm neutral to latino jason, i think the nickname is cute as fuck and was danny's main nickname from Jason. i don't wanna touch that timeline so im not gonna decide how old they were when Jason was there.)
Skulker: i am the ghost zone's greatest hunter! i capture and hunt creatures both rare and dangerous.
Danyal: a poacher?? you're a poacher?? you poach animals??Skulker:...i sense i've made a mistake of some kind.
anyways that was the day that Skulker cemented himself as Danny's no.1 opp, and still remains there to this day even if he and Vlad are both viciously fighting for second. Out of everyone in the the AP rogues gallery, Skulker will be the first to be thrown under the bus in terms of 'o shit here comes phantom fucking RUN'.
The spider-fam picked up huge readings of muta-nomalies all converging in one place and are tasked to figure out this
'whole situation' before it becomes.....a situation.
♥Slider-punk
♣Spider-shine
♦Spider-gal
♠Spider-Dee
and cameos if you can spot them.
[I'm NOT in the competition . but i wanted to doodle a thing anyway. Think of them as volunteer staff that no one questions, but maybe you should. ]
@tmntaucompetition
Who can the smoking, drinking, slouching-but-hard-hitting private eye detective be but our Beauregard Lionett? She's hot on the trail of The Angel Of Irons, a mysterious organization that's been disappearing people. After a long day she finds her way to a bar where soft-spoken bartender-and-bouncer (and sometimes illegal cage fighter) Yasha Nydoorin pours her a drink on the house at least once per visit. It's love, or something. She's putting together more evidence with the help of her journalist friend-and-disappointed-mentor, Dairon, when suddenly Yasha goes missing too. Has the Angel of Irons struck again? It seems so, except when Beau starts digging into Yasha's past, it seems it might not be as simple as a kidnapping... the or something Beau has been feeling hurts a hell of a lot when when she realizes Yasha has been an Angel herself, but it could also mean Beau has an in to take the whole operation down...
"You can't smoke in here."
Beau isn't going to get a smoke in anyway, because her fucking lighter isn't working. "Ah, fuckin-- you got a light?"
"No." There's a clink of glass, then two fingers of whiskey, neat, just like always, slid across the bar.
God, looking into those gorgeous mismatched eyes is a bit like doing drugs. Good drugs. It's also magic, apparently, because the lighter finally does its fucking job and Beau takes a sweet inhale. She tilts her head back to breathe the smoke away. Then, because she's not rude, she turns her wrist and offers cig to Yasha.
"I'm working," Yasha says in that soft, quiet way that makes people underestimate her. (But not Beau - never Beau.) Then easy as anything, she leans on her elbow over the counter and takes a drag from the cigarette Beau's still holding. The paint on her bottom lip leaves a tiny blue smudge. Keeping eye contact, she sighs, blowing the smoke directly in Beaus face. "And I said no smoking."
Christ on a stick. Beau is probably going to have to walk from here straight to the emergency room. Or into heaven.
Yasha Nydoorin is going to be the death of her.
[send me an AU and I'll share the plot of the fic I'll never write!]