#back to the future au??

[emodialisse]

Greenwich Village, New York. Evening - 2017.

Int. Octavius Industries.

Otto: That was the day I came up with the idea for a neuroprosthetic! I remember it vividly. I was standing on the edge of my toilet, hanging a clock. The porcelain was wet, I slipped, hit my head on the edge of the sink… and when I came to, I had a revelation… a vision! A picture in my head. A picture of this. Just like you said, the synergy between our muscles and the command module computer to restore fine motor control, can be made possible. Our own neural interface!

Peter: And somehow you still refuse to let Gloria Maria interview you on the Globe.

Otto: Oh, Peter, if they really are waiting for a spectacle, WE will give it to them!

Cut to:

Schenectady, New York. Night - 1988.

Otto: Alright, then tell me, "future boy"... who's president of the United States in 2018?

Peter:...Donald Trump.

Otto: Donald Trump? The boxer's advisor?! Ha!

Peter: Uh, what?

Otto: And who's vice president, Mickey Goldmill?!

Cut to:

Int. Octavius Residence. Night.

A big tube shows the last remainings of footage that Peter was able to save.

Otto: Good evening. I'm Dr. Otto Octavius, i'm standing on my laboratory at Greenwich Village-- It's Thursday afternoon, November 1st, 2018, 6:18 p.m., and this is our latest big experiment, the one i've been waiting for all my life!

Otto: I pass the word to my partner, who will bear with the details since none of this would have been made possible without him. Peter? Yeah, yeah, come over here, I want you to be on the frame.

Peter: I-uh...

Otto: Go on, it's okay, let's keep the tape rolling.

Peter: Geez... Yes, I'm Peter Parker, and together we worked with a meshing networking to integrate directly into a intracranial neural interface, mostly to extract data from chemical synapses inside the brain, thus accelerating the information via neurotransmitters receptors at postsynaptic potential.

Peter: Doc, seriously, we need to--

Otto: And through extensive study in vivo for constraint in biomechanics, we were able to trace parameters for training procedure to better balance neural activity load, through simple synergy in motor neurons. Whereas action potential of the neurons are usually barried by the short coming of milliseconds, this amplified neurosensor allows it to happen under one nanosecond!

Otto: ONE NANOSECOND?! One... nanosecond...

Peter: You want to watch the rest of it?

Otto: Alas, just keep it playing, boy! I'm starting to feel an occipital neuralgia creep out my migraine aura.

Static starts to intemperate noise on the images.

A series of buzzing noises became proeminent as the tape begins to wear out.

Peter: Yes, and that's exatcly why we should think this through before it's ready to handle, I'm still not sure about the effects the excitatory amino acids-zzzthe overfitting aspects-zzzzzzzthe neural network layers can'tzzz

Otto: What are you doing?

Peter: I'm trying-zzzzREALLY-zzz-zzhard. Will you-zzzzzzzz

Otto: If you start making sense, maybe we can both come to a consense!

Peter: Then I guess we're gonna be here for a while-zzzz-zzzz I need to call my aunt.

Otto: This is insanity-zzz-zzz-zzzbelieve you're doing this to me-zzzz-zz

Otto:... Great Scott! When did I have become so careless?

Peter: Excellent question, mister “Reckless youth”. I think there's more.

Peter tries to fast foward the recording, but the image pendured as a black background.

...Until there was new images playing.

This time, both men are standing on the kitchen area of Octavius Industries, where a boombox is blasting to a rock mashup of the song "How Our Story Goes".

Peter is currently holding a wrench to pretend it's a microphone, while Otto uses a mannequin arm, moving his fingers like he's playing on guitar strings. Peter starts to improvise a really bad dance to the rhythm.

Suddenly he turns off the recording camera.

Peter: Heh, I-uh, forgot that was in there.

Cut to:

Ext. Park. Night.

Otto: But I can't hold any ill thoughts about her... Actually we almost had gotten engaged, how crazy is that?

Peter: Yeah, believe me, Doc. There's a lot in my life that I wish I could just... Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind it.

Otto:...

Peter: It's a movie.

Otto: Oh. Terrific. Is it somehow a variant of our post-german expressionism iconographies?

Peter: What? I don't know. Where the hell did that came from?

Otto: Just trying to find the appeal of 2000s cinema, I suppose.

Peter: Honestly, you got me there. Especially because there aren't many people like you, but a dozen like me, who really don't have time to notice that kind of stuff. But hey, we gotta have fun with what we get from it. Right?

Otto: Yes, it doesn't sound too bad, no.

Peter: Just don't get me started with sequels, I think that's been a dead concept a long time ago.

Cut to:

Ext. Main street. Night

Otto: I'll be really dispondent to see you go, Peter.

Peter:..

Otto: No matter what happened and how much bad blood we will have between us... You've really made a difference in my life. You've given me something to shoot for.

Peter: It's-- gonna be hard. Waiting before I can talk to you about everything that's happened in the past few days.

Otto: I know... you can't force yourself to do anything on my behalf, my dear.

Peter just looks at him, he can't really smile, but there was a faint intent to do it, and somehow, it was enough.

Peter: I never did. Helping you... I liked it, I was good at it.

Otto reaches his hand, which leads to an immediate contact being sealed.

Otto: "Let faith oust fact... let fancy oust memory... I look deep down and do believe."

Peter: I already know you're on your thirties, Doc.

Otto: Shut up, but it is my childhood favorite. Do you have one?

Peter: I really can't tell mine without you getting confused.

Otto: I fell right into that one. Didn't hurt to ask.

#this was supposed to be just a LITTLE joke #now i want to rewrite the whole movie to fit it #dia writes? #otto octavius #peter parker #back to the future au??

[spookberry]

Idiot to Idiot communication

#there's a part 2 to this in my brain but idk if I'll draw it and this can stand alone fine too #danny phantom #my art #van life au #agit technically #i like when older danny grows his hair out but i could kinda see him avoiding it as a way of avoiding that evil alt future #like hes uncomfortable with how it likens back to it #but maybe having van around and seeing that alt future version try to be a better person in their 2nd chance could #ya know relieve any of that anxiety #so i wanted to illustrate them having a conversation about it #but i got stuck on thia funny beginning part #who knows if I'll get around to the serious part

[phykoha]

"weird little things..."

#hypothetically he COULD go back far enough to meet him and his brothers as babies hsjfsfsdf #phy's sketchbook #art #TMFT #aka tiny mutant feral turtles #TTT AU #The Time Traveled AU #tmnt #rottmnt #future leo #turtle tots #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey

[rheakira]

WOE, CLOVER BE UPON YE!

Just a collection of old Clover doodles and WIPs I'm never gonna finish. A lot of these are as old as of January. My designs for characters have changed a lot since these were made. Read the img descriptions for details! 💛

Shoutout to @northstarscowboyhat you guys should definitely check out their Clover Lives AU stuff cuz it's solid!

#Clover UTY #Undertale Yellow #UTY #Starlo UTY #Frisk Undertale #Flowey #Chara Dreemurr #Monster Clover #Clover Lives AU #Doodles #WIPs #I'm not coming back to any of these unless it's to redraw them entirely lol #But yeah wow didn't realize how much of these were collecting over time #This isn't even half of my unfinished/never to be finished stuff but the other stuff is for... future things... yeah

[kittarts]

#Coraline #my art #Sketched a month back when I was trying to figure out the direction I wanted to go with his older design #future au

[magpie-trinkets]

continuing that "maya tries to contact claire" post, i present you the post-Spirit of Justice follow-up

#post that caters to ME specifically #let me first tag #ghost trick spoilers #lost future spoilers #now that that's out of the way. you know who's on that suitcase ;) #also claire is fucked up by time travel shenanigans so it's possible let's just say #also ghost powers grow and change with time sooooo. let's play with canon #layton “i have a dead girlfriend” and yomiel “i had a dead girlfriend” bisexuals #also yes the whole gang traveled to london they're just strolling around #maya had unfinished business and now that she's more powerful she's BACK #this would take place 7-or-so years after lost future/plvspw so layton is in his mid-forties here. i had to look it so correct me if im not #also yes this is a crossover AU i have rotating in my mind i love the source material and layton's and claire whole thing no shade to that #powerful narrative that made me cry #but with aa and gt magic fuckery we have the technology #also about the jail bit. that's a fic i am writing (one sentence every month) #ghost trick #professor layton #ace attorney #my art #ms paint #GOD. that wall of text is surely something

[larluce]

Merlin traveling back in time to save Arthur AU but with a twist!!

Merlin makes it to the sidhes, bringing a barely breathing Arthur with him. As expected, they ask for a price and Merlin offers his life, ignoring Arthur's protests.

Sidhe1: You're inmortal you can't die

Sidhe2: And even if you could, killing you would mean killing magic itself, therefore killing the earth itself.

Merlin: (crying desperate) I don't care! Take what you need! My blood, my magic, anything! Just save him!

Sidhe1: (smiling evily) I might know just the thing.

They never tell him what are they going to take from him, but he agrees. The sidhes start the ritual, while Arthur just keeps pleading weakely

Merlin: (smiling) If I somehow don't come back-

Arthur: (crying) Stop! Merlin don't do this. Please!

Merlin: I just want you to know that I love you.

Before Arthur can answer the ritual ends and Merlin blacks out.

When he wakes up he is in his way to Camelot in his old clothes and 10 years younger. He soon discovers he's been brought back to the very first day he met Arthur. He's confused. Have the Sidhes taken from him years of his life as a price? It doesn't make sense to him, but he decides to take advantage of this to prevent some things from happening.

Time goes by and while, in general, all events are repeating, not everything is happening as he remembers. Some people arrive in his live early, like Lancelot or Gawain. And Arthur treats him better? Like he says thank you to him more often and listens to him more. Merlin thinks it’s weird, but brushes it off thinking it’s due to the changes he's been making that some things are not quite the same.

Then the day comes when he finally reveals his magic to Arthur. He cries and Arthur hugs him telling everything its okey. Nothing its going to happen to him. Shortly after however Arthur also has a confession.

Arthur: I already knew.

Merlin: What?! Since when?

Arthur: the very start.

Merlin: How? I've been careful! More careful than before!

Arthur: Because you told me before. Well, not really before, but in the future. It’s complicated.

Merlin: Wait... you are from the future too?!

They are both surprised. They thought they were alone in this and it turns out they never were. Merlin cries all over again, apologazing for everything, for failing him, for not being able to save him, but-

Arthur: You did.

Merlin: ... What?

Arthur: You did save me.

Merlin: No, the sidhes tricked me. They sent us back in time-

Arthur: It was not them who did that. It was me.

Merlin: What... what are you saying?

Turns out what the ritual really did was turn Merlin into a small tree in exchange for saving Arthur’s life. A magic tree that would grow taller and taller and never die and whose ruts would expand making magic florish in the earth forever. Arthur of course was really upset after that. He demanded the sidhes to turn Merlin back but they only told him "what's done it's done" and that all he could do was pick the tree up before the roots growed if he wanted to move it elsewhere.

Arthur put the tree in a pot and brought it back to Camelot. Everyone was devasted with the news but they were also glad their king was alive and safe. No one blamed him, but Arthur always blamed himself. He repealed the ban as soon as he could and made sure everyone knew Merlin's involvement in the battle and later the other things he find out Merlin did for Camelot through Gaius. He made an anual event and a statue in Merlin's honor. Camelot slowly but surely welcomed magic again and became the most prosperous kingdom in the land.

Merlin: Oh...I don't remember being a tree.

Arthur: Yeah, I figured.

Merlin: But you repealed the ban! That's great! Magic was free again in the-wait... so why did you do all this if everything was fine? And how did you do it?

Arthur: Everything was NOT fine Merlin. You weren't there!

Merlin: (utterly confused) I was. As a tree.

Arthur: You know what I mean! You were there but you weren't. We mourned you but you were still alive. I kept you in that pot for longer that I should have because I wanted to keep you close all the time, yet looking at you was so painful... Gwen had to scold me into finally plant you in the garden so you could grow properly. I was broken inside, while trying to rule a kingdom. I kingdom we should have ruled together from the start!

Merlin: ...

Merlin: You're telling me you somehow traveled us back in time and throw away the golden age, your dream of uniting all Albion and all you worked hard for... just because you missed me?

Arthur: And because I couldn't say it back.

Merlin: What?

Arthur: That I love you too.

NEXT PART OF THIS AU HERE -> PART 2

#merlin bbc #merlin #bbc merlin #merthur #merlin fic #merlin fanfic #merthur fic #merlin prompt #arthur and merlin #merlin and arthur #merthur prompt #merthur fanfic #Arthur and Merlin travel back in time without knowing the other is from the future too AU

[applecherry108]

This is why Casey had to be the one to go back.

#same energy as b99 ‘did you just call captain holt dad’ #my art #tmnt art #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise leo #rise donnie #disaster twins #future leo goes back to the past au

[hairmetal666]

TW for internalized homophobia and related bad decisions

Steve is 12 and he thinks about finding his soulmate all the time.

You're supposed to find them through touch; your life together will flash in front of your eyes. They're rare, though, soulmates. So rare that most people never find theirs. So rare that some people say they're made up.

Steve wants to be one of the lucky few. He wants it to be a true, unbreakable bond, a love he gets to have forever.

He wonders if he'll find his soulmate at school. He's popular, he thinks. Tommy would say they were popular. But Tommy's definition of popular mostly has to do with the number of kids he can get away with being mean to, and that's not really Steve's deal. Tommy is like a prey animal, the way he can find weaknesses.

There's a new boy at school. Steve doesn't know his name, but they have English together. He's too thin, with huge brown eyes, and all his clothes are too big. His head's been inexpertly shaved and he never looks anybody in the eye. It's only a matter of time before he catches Tommy's interest, and Steve wishes he could stop it somehow, but he's never been good at going against Tommy.

The day comes, of course. They're standing in the hall, the new boy walking towards them, head down, as always. Tommy nudges Steve says, "What a loser."

And Steve shrugs, starts to ask Tommy about football, if the Colts can make the Super Bowl, but the boy is nearing and Tommy is cackling.

"Watch this." Tommy sticks his foot out.

The boy doesn't react fast enough. He falls forward with a bitten off yelp, and Steve moves without really thinking, only knows he can't stand to see him fall. He catches the new kid beneath his armpits, Steve's thumbs brushing the soft skin his arms.

The world around him falls away at the touch.

---

He's sitting on the floor in the band room, Eddie--the boy's name is Eddie--next to him. Eddie's hair is a little longer and Steve's in a green polo he doesn't recognize, and he's never been in the band room in his life. They're leaning into each other and laughing and Eddie's so beautiful.

---

They're in the woods--Skull Rock, Steve thinks. Eddie's hair is curled and frizzed around his chin, and he's laughing, his cheeks pink, his dimples prominent. He tries to pull his hair in front of his face, but it's not long enough yet to reach. Steve is overwhelmed, wants to kiss him so bad. He's never had to wait to kiss someone, or been unsure, or--

He wants to kiss Eddie.

So, he does.

It's hard, desperate, not the first kiss Steve expected, but then they've been waiting for so long.

---

Steve stands in the hallway of Hawkins High. He's wearing a striped, beige short-sleeved polo, and flirting with Nancy Wheeler.

He likes Nancy, she's pretty and smart and fun. And it's easy. He can hold her hand. Can introduce her to his parents. Can take her on dates and kiss her in public.

She bats her big blue eyes at him, and he can't help but kiss her.

He pulls away gently, brushing his thumb against her cheek, and when he looks down the hall, Eddie is there, frozen. His mouth is wide, his eyes glassy.

Steve thinks the way his heart stutters must be what dying feels like.

---

He's sitting on his diving board, facing away from the pool. He smokes a cigarette and there's a bat studded with nails at his feet, what the fuck. Music thuds, shrieks and laughter seep into the cool night air.

He should be playing the gracious host. He should be having a good time. Instead, his eyes search the woods and he taps another smoke out of the pack.

"Harrington?" The voice makes him jump, hand flexing around the bat handle. "It's freezing out. What are you doing?"

He recognizes the voice now, doesn't turn, doesn't respond, can't stand to see another person he let down; another person who could call him bullshit and be 100% correct.

"Do you not have a jacket? C'mon, man."

Something warm settles over his shoulders, and he inadvertently breathes in weed and leather and cedar. He squeezes his eyes shut, like that will make the comforting, familiar scent go away. He'll have to move to shrug off the jacket, though, which would mean acknowledging Eddie's presence.

"Can you at least say something, Harrington? You're freaking me out."

"I'm fine, Ed--Eddie." The nickname falls from his lips too easily. He doesn't miss how Eddie flinches.

His hair is long now, down to his shoulders, brittle looking in the cold. He's wearing a t-shirt and worn flannel, arms wrapped around his chest for warmth now that his jacket is draped over Steve's shoulders.

Steve is an idiot. He's such an idiot. Chasing after Nancy when Eddie is--

"I'm sorry," he says. He turns to face his soulmate, then. "I'm sorry about Nancy, I--"

Eddie jerks back like he's been hit. "Fuck you, Harrington," he snarls.

---

He sits in the back of an ambulance, eyes swollen shut, face throbbing. He's wearing a sailor suit for inexplicable reasons, which is almost more upsetting than the ambulance. He smells like puke and something toxically sweet.

A girl is with him, one he doesn't recognize, but he feels deeply, instinctively protective of her. He holds her shaking shoulders tight, tries to whisper comfort to her through his busted and bleeding mouth.

He's pretty sure he has a concussion.

"Steve!" Someone screams over the sounds of the EMTs and firefighters, of the building burning and collapsing behind them.

Eddie bursts through the gathered onlookers and past the ring of police cars enclosing them. He's falling into the ambulance before Steve has a chance to react.

"Sweetheart," Eddie sobs. He tries to cup Steve's face, but his fingers flutter around the damage. "Sweetheart, oh my god. I came as soon as I heard. Are you--what can I--"

Steve stares at him--his hair falling from its messy bun, his cutoff Metallica tee, concern and love leaking from those brown, brown eyes--and bursts into tears.

---

They sit on the roof of his house, sharing a joint back and forth. It's chilly, bordering on cold, winter just on the horizon. They're laughing, leaning into each other, and Steve is--he's happy. Elated. Could float away with it.

Robin--Robin-- is in the bathroom, or maybe in the kitchen for snacks, and it's just them for now. They're looking at each other, smiles wide, eyes bright.

They're taking it slow. Steve knows it's important, after what he did. They talked about it, his abandoning of Eddie for Nancy, chasing what his dad told him was normal and expected.

He doesn't want to cross any boundaries, wants to do this right. How Eddie deserves. But they're leaning into each other and they're smiling, and he's so in love. Intoxicated with it, lost.

In the end, he doesn't know who makes the first move, just that they're kissing and it's like coming home.

---

He's in a building, a shed or something. It's musty and dirty, smells like oil and gasoline and a building left closed up too long. Eddie's in his arms and he's talking through hiccuping sobs.

"I didn't save her, Steve. I didn't help. I just left her there! She was broken in pieces and I--I--"

Steve holds him close, tight, squeezes his eyes closed to stop his own tears from falling. He never wanted this for Eddie, never wanted him involved. Thought he could protect him from all of Hawkins's terrible things.

They aren't alone. Robin is there, coming up to hold Eddie too, plus a redheaded girl and curly haired boy he doesn't recognize.

"We'll figure this out, Eddie." The boy promises.

"We won't let anyone hurt you. We know you didn't murder Chrissy," the girl says.

---

Steve is in a world he doesn't understand, and Eddie is his arms. Eddie is in his arms, and there's blood everywhere. He's not awake, he's not--his heart beat is soft and slow, too slow, and his breathing stutters, and Steve can't--

"Baby, stay with me." He begs as he runs across the dead and rotting landscape. "Eddie, please. Wake up, okay? Wake up for me. I need to--I need to know that you're alright."

Eddie stays limp in his arms.

"Please," he begs. "You can't leave me. We promised, remember? We promised we'd be together forever. The rest of our lives. Me and You. Our six little nuggets. You promised."

The portal back to Hawkins is less than a dozen feet away, he's so close. Eddie gasps to consciousness, but his eyes are still hazy.

"Hi, sweetheart," he mumbles.

"Hey, hi, you're doing so good. We're almost out, okay? We're almost out and we'll get you to the hospital."

Eddie reaches out a weak hand, touches the edge of Steve's jaw. "Love you, Stevie," he whispers. "Glad you were mine."

He goes still in Steve's hold.

---

The images come faster now--

A hospital room at Hawkins General, Eddie hooked to machines. Steve holds hands with an older man. They wait in terrified silence

Eddie propped in a bed, a bunch of kids around him, Steve and Robin at his side. His eyes keep sliding to Steve, like he's making sure Steve's real, that he's still there

Their bodies tangled together in a bedroom Steve doesn't recognize

Steve down on one knee in a marble room lit only by black and red candles, Eddie standing in front of him

Hand-in-hand on a cliffside overlooking the ocean. The Chief of Police, Jim Hopper, stands in front of them with tears in his eyes and a beaming smile on his face

In a big, green yard behind a cozy little house. A little boy with Eddie's eyes and curls riding on his shoulders. Eddie sprinting around with a tiny girl giggling after him, perfect imitation of the King Steve hair-do on her tiny head

In a park, surrounded by family and friends. Steve has a little bit of a paunch and wears glasses. Eddie's hair streams around his shoulders, going grey at the temples. There's a banner strung between trees proclaiming 'Happy 20th Steve and Eddie!' They're surrounded by everyone they love and it's perfect

---

The images flash too fast for Steve to catalog after that, seconds-long glimpses of a shared future, and then he's back in his body in the hallway of Hawkins Middle, still holding too tight onto Eddie's arms.

Eddie rears back, face pale and terrified, and Steve is too shocked to do anything but let him go.

Tommy's yelling, but Steve only has eyes for his soulmate, who scrambles to his feet and throws himself down the hall away from them.

"What the hell, Harrington? Why'd you catch him? That was about to be funny as hell! I bet he'd have broken his nose--you ruined it!"

Steve isn't listening. He's trying to hold on to the memories of their life together, the ones that are already fading.

The last thing he remembers is that, sometime in the not-too-distant future, he'll find his way to the band room, Eddie Munson, and the rest of their lives.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ficlet #soulmate au #fluff #angst #angst with a happy ending #childhood sweethearts #canon divergent au #everyone lives/nobody dies #glimpses of the future #getting together #break up #getting back together #first kiss #brief stancy #platonic stobin

[ok-ghoul]

Back to the Future au pt.2 ✨

#steddie #back to the future #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #bttf au #steve x eddie #steddie fanart #stranger things fanart #fanart #my art

[builtintripping]

never forget...

read again?

no you did not see me repost this, shh

hemlo!! thank ya'll so so much for enjoying this lil comic series!! i know it's been a year since the first part, but most importantly i finished it 💀✨️

every single tags ya'll leave on me posts and past questions i recieve about this au is super appreciated, they make me smile the widest you have no clue!! im just a lil mad at myself that i couldn't expand on this au more so yall could have had more crumbs. irl stuff happened + still getting the hang of drawing and socializing again after years of doing neither of those 😭

but still, im glad i could share this comfort comic i made for myself, and for you guys too. it's a pretty personal one despite the characters not being mine 😅 i hope that you can walk away from this story believing (entirely or not) that someone out there still thinks of you, whether they're from a late/absent loved one who still wants the best for you or a dear friend who will make room in their hearts for you. life will never not be hard, but if you keep them close to your heart, adulting will be bearable 🫂

thank you so much for reading 💕

#as for this au's future (from me) i actually also have a spongebob and jimmy version of how timmy reveals to them the forgor thing #but i honestly dunno if i can get back to them soon. i'm working on a go comic that i already started #plus burnout. i wanted to take a break 🥲 maybe someday i'll revisit the idea #but go hogwild on playing around this au yourself idc how much u wanna strangle them i am still gonna cry at that shit 😭 #but seriously thank you everyone. i wish i could have done more but thank you thank you thank you. really #nicktoons unite #danny phantom #timmy turner #the fairly oddparents #fop #nickelodeon #comics #fanart #my art #artists on tumblr #fancomic #i forgor lor

[aubloe]

my submission for ying_leyre's dtiys on twt/insta!

#vinsmoke sanji #elf sanji #one piece au #peep zoro in the back #mild zosan #elf sanji has made me start thinking about tiger zoro #expect more for that in the future

[snekberry]

sort of a continuation to this

future jon missing martin and his friends hours :)

other time travel au posts

#im back with yet another future jon angst post #the magnus archives #tma time travel au #time travel au #tma #jon sims #jonathan sims #peter lukas #tma comic #tma fanart #magpod #magnus pod #snekberry draws #tma spoilers

[turtleblogatlast]

[ cw: disassociation / (well kinda??) ]

AU starts here!

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Casey grew up idolizing his Leonardo. For all the differences that version has with this Leo, it’s not hard to spot the similarities. It doesn’t mean he likes to notice, especially on such a young face.

Leo, for his part, is just trying to keep himself together.

#prison!leo au #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise leo #rise casey jr #rottmnt casey junior #dissociation / #again kinda #of all the paths this can technically happen in all of them #but it’s most apparent in #path c #me: what would Junior look like #me: … #me: *throws in elements from past caseys (including his mom) plus the turtles* #it’s so weird for me to draw Junior as a full grown man next to baby leo #and I haven’t even drawn future Leo ever #I should #maybe path b #pretend that I didn’t forget the line on Casey’s poncho shhhh I don’t feel like going back and adding it djjdjd #we can just say that that line and only that line faded with time #edit: nvm I went back and added it now we’re just gonna ignore how the emblem should be bigger lmao #wanna reemphasize that it’s not all just dissociation #there’s a reason why he calls it going spooky

[vangh17a]

I'd seen some posts about Casey Jr never seeing birds before. I raise you: He has. At least, he has now!

Idk if I'll do anything with this idea, it was def inspired by an old movie haha.

#rottmnt #standalone comics #rottmnt movie #rottmnt leo #future leo #rottmnt mikey #future mikey #rottmnt donnie #future donnie #casey jr #casey jones #kraang #krang #krangified birds #the birds are back #the birds are back au #tbabau #my art

[larluce]

Arthur and Merlin travel back in time without knowing the other is from the future too AU

Tagging @stalesaltinecracker cause he asked for more, and @an-entity-i-think since she made a valid question

ENLACES A LAS OTRAS PARTES DE ESTE AU AQUÍ: PARTE 1 , PARTE 2 , PARTE 3 , PARTE 4 (estás aquí), PARTE 5

In "Valiant"

Arthur: (Impacient and worried cause Merlin hasn't told him about Valiant's echanted shield yet) Is there something you want to tell me?

Merlin: (who decided to not tell Arthur about the shield this time around so he won't embarrased him again) No.

Arthur: I know something is bothering you.

Merlin: Nothing is bothering me.

Arthur: (hurt) Don't you trust me? (thinking) Have I not been worth of your trust again?

Merlin: Of course I trust you! Arthur, I trust you with my life!

Arthur: Then tell me what's wrong! Why were you sneaking out of Valiant's chambers yesterday?

Merlin:(cursing internally that this Arthur somehow is more observant, but still says nothing)...

Arthur: Merlin, please.

Merlin: (puzzled and touched Arthur is saying "please" to him and he finally sighs, giving up cause he always hated lying to Arthur anyway) Valiant's been cheating, he has a magic shield.

Arthur: (hiding his relief Merlin finally told him) Why do you think that?

Merlin: I saw it. The snakes coming out of his shield. Gaius thinks Valiant used them to posioned Sir Ewan. But I don't have any proof, I get if you don't believ-

Arthur: I believe you.

Merlin: ... really? But I'm just a servant, I'm not-

Arthur: (fondly, holding Merlin's hands) Don't ever say that again. You're more than a servant to me. Always.

Merlin: (getting lost into his eyes, blushing)

Merlin: (snapping out of it) Ahmm... Then what will you do?

Arthur: There's not point in bothering my father with this without proof. Now that I know what I'm getting into, I'll know what to look out for.

Merlin: (smiling confident, cause he has the spell to expose Valiant prepared) I'm sure you'll beat him up easily.

In "The Mark of Nimueh"

Merlin: (going to the cavern alone to fight the Afanc himself, a torch in hand) Arthur?

Arthur: (doing the very same thing, a torch in hand as well) Merlin?

Merlin: What are you doing here?

Arthur: I was... strolling.

Merlin: In the vaults underneath the castle?

Arthur: It's my castle. What are YOU doing here?

Merlin: I was... taking samples.

Arthur: Taking samples.

Merlin: Yeah, apparently the sickness is spreading through water. So I was taking samples to find out with Gaius what's causing it.

Arthur: The well is several meters behind, Merlin.

Merlin: Ah... I got lost.

Arthur: (rolling his eyes) Only you, Merlin. (taking Merlin by the wrist) It's not safe for you here. I'm getting you out. (starts walking)

Merlin: (trying to free from his grip) What? No! I need to-

The Afanc roars, making its appareance.

Arthur and Merlin: Shit...

In "The Gates of Avalon"

Both Morgana and Merlin looking Sophia from afar.

Morgana: Who is that?

Merlin: (kind of mad he couldn't prevent the sidhes from entering the castle again, but hiding his discontent) Sophia Tirmawr. Arthur rescued her in the woods.

Morgana: She can't stay here.

Merlin: Well, she and her father are guests in the castle now.(seeing his chance) You had a nightmare about her?

Morgana: (surprised) How do you know about my nightmares?!

Merlin: Gaius.

Morgana: Right... (sighs) You must think I'm crazy.

Merlin: I don't. I also have a bad feeling about her.

Morgana: Really?

Merlin: It just seems pretty convenient. Escaping from raiders in Tír-Mòr? A kingdom too far away to corroborate any of that story? I don't believe she is who she claims to be.

Morgana: (opening up, feeling safe and understood by Merlin) In my dream she drowned Arthur in a lake. I'm scared, Merlin. My nightmares always come true. Always!

Merlin: I already warmed Arthur about her. He gave her the chambers far away from his. But I think you should talk to him about this.

Morgana: (laughs dryly) No, he won't believe me. He'll laugh at my face for sure. (thinking) And he's been too cold to me lately for some reason.

Merlin: There's no harm in trying. He might surprised you. (thinking) If this Arthur is nicer to me, he'll defenitely be nicer to her.

Morgana: Alright, I'll try.

...

Morgana: Arthur, I need to speak with you. It's about Sophia.

Arthur: (Who spied on her when she threatened Sophia in the hallway and still doesn't know how to feel about it) You're starting to sound like Merlin. Do you have a bad feeling about her too?

Morgana: She isn't what she seems.

Arthur: Why? What makes you say that?

Morgana: I just... have a feeling. It's difficult to describe.

Arthur: Try me.

Morgana: I had a dream. A nightmare. She drowned you in a lake. She killed you, Arthur.

Arthur: And why would that be a bad thing?

Morgana: (confused)... what?

Arthur: Don't you want me dead, Morgana?

Morgana: (horrified) No! Of course not! Why would you say that?

Arthur: (shakes his head) Nothing. Forget I said anything.

Morgana: (firmly) No. Arthur, listen to me. (holds his face and Arthur forces himself not to flinch) I don't know what's happening in that head of yours, but let me get this straight. I love you and I care for you. You're like a brother to me. I would cut all my limbs before letting anything happen to you!

Arthur: (with teary eyes, but forcing himself not to cry) You're just saying that.

Morgana: It's the truth.

Arthur: (his voice almost breaking) So you don't hate me?

Morgana: What made you think-(opens her eyes wide in fury) It was her, wasn't she? She put that idea in your head! (starts stomping out of the chambers)

Arthur: (stops her) Hey! Where are you going?

Morgana: I'm going to kill her! No, first I'm going to drag her by the hair through all the castle to let her know what happens when you mess with people's minds!

Arthur: (Shocked for a second at Morgana's thirst for blood and revenge not being drawn at him, but for him. And then he laughs, laughs and laughs)

Morgana: Why are you laughing? (starts to question his sanity, worried) Are you Okay?

Arthur: (stops laughing and smiles) Yes, I am now. Thank you.

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