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starry-bi-sky · 1 year

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Au where one day Daniel Thomas Fenton, 16 years old, retired ghost vigilante finally decides to tell his parents about the Accident when he was fourteen.

It… doesn’t end well. To say the least. Physically? Danny’s fine. But it blows up into a huge argument that ends with Danny getting disowned. And Danny, sick and tired of the years of neglect and fear and hate that’s radiated his house for years. Well, he just leaves. He doesn’t want to be part of the Fenton Family, he wants nothing to do with it.

He changes his name. Daniel Thomas Fenton to Thomas Nightingale. Before he was born, his parents asked Jazz what she thought her brother’s name would be. Two years old, she said Tommy. So when Danny was born, he was named Daniel Thomas Fenton.

Danny might not wanted to have been connected to the Fenton family, but he still wanted to be connected to his sister. He leaves town, but they keep in contact. And he stays in touch with Sam and Tucker too. They, along with Jazz, helped him change his name.

For the sake of continuity, I’ll keep calling him Danny.

A few months after Danny leaves Amity Park, he catches news from Eli. His little sisterdaughterclone contacting him to let him know that she snuck into Vlad’s to cause some mischief, and discovered that he was at it again.

He’d cloned Danny again. And this time it looked like it might be a successful boy. He was a baby. Danny rushed over to Vlad’s as fast as possible.

It wasn’t hard to break into the lab. Vlad was as cocky as he was stupid, and Danny had long since learned his tricks. The baby was being cared for by the vulture henchmen that Vlad used. Who were about as competent at taking care of a baby as the three fairies were in Maleficent.

Danny stole all information about the clone — how he was made, what Vlad did. Everything.

Turns out, the baby was more Danny’s son than he was a clone. Vlad had somehow rubbed two braincells together hard enough to have an epiphany of some sort. Rather than use Danny’s unstable DNA to make a clone from scratch, he used Danny’s DNA and an unnamed girl his age to make him.

(Safe to say, Danny was seriously creeped out.)

He also, somehow, figured out why Eli came out as Danielle rather than Daniel. It was the same reason that Danny’s suit went from white to black and his hair black to white when he went ghost. It was the ectoplasm’s weird inverting properties. Vlad had tried to make a male clone, but the ectoplasm he used inverted to make a girl. So, he tried the same thing, and instead tried to make a girl. The ectoplasm made the baby girl into a baby boy.

He had also, Danny seriously bet it was unintentional, somehow made the baby completely, utterly human. Well, almost completely human. The little boy was liminal in the same way Jazz was, with the minuscule changes to match. Sharper canines, a small ghostly sense, and eery eyes.

All in all, the baby was useless to Vlad. He didn’t have the powers Vlad wanted. Which Danny bet dollar to dollar was the biggest drawback to the egomaniac.

Well, what one crazed maniac found useless, Danny found he adored. It didn’t take long to dispatch the vultures, and Danny found himself hovering over the baby’s crib, unsure of what to do as the little boy’s bright blue eyes stared up at him with innocent wonder. He didn’t even know to fear strangers yet.

“Hello,” he said softly, and lowered his feet to the floor, changing back from ghost to human. “I’m Thomas.” He’d developed a weariness to his original name after Dan, and after his disownment, disliked it entirely.

The baby latched onto Danny’s finger with a gurgle, and that was it. Close the book, the end. Danny’s heart squeezed itself in his chest, a low coo trapped itself in his throat. And with hands that had never held something so small before, he picked him up.

“I bet he was gonna name you Daniel, wasn’t he?” He asked, trying to remember what the safest way to hold a baby that couldn’t keep its head up was. He cradled the baby to his chest. “He’s crazy. Don’t worry, I’ll take you with me.”

The baby just stared up at him, one chubby hand crushing his shirt. Danny couldn’t help but smile, now he knew why people always got so mushy around babies. There was so much to love about them. “I’ll come up with a better name.” He said, and walked away from the crib — there was probably something in Vlad’s lab that helped the baby. Some kinda diaper bag or something?

As he looked, he wracked his head for names. As well as that, he tried to think about what to do moving forward. The baby wasn’t like Eli, who was independent enough that she traveled the world and did whatever she wanted. He was a baby. Tiny, vulnerable, dependent. And legally, he didn’t exist.

“Why don’t I call you Bruce?” He said aloud, looking back down to the baby. Bruce. He liked the name. Bruce just looked up at him, and then tried to eat his shirt.

Danny didn’t think it was possible to fall in love so fast. “Okay, Bruce it is then.” He was smiling ear to ear. “Hi, Bruce.”

He found a diaper bag soon enough, it was near Bruce’s crib, tucked on it’s side under a chair. Danny slung it over his shoulder, switched forms, and flew out of the mansion

…

First thing to know about taking care of babies; it was hard. Danny flew miles from Vlad’s house, intangible and invisible, before he finally stopped at a gas station. He switched back, and then called Jazz

Who… immediately tore into him for making such a reckless, impulsive choice to go willingly into Vlad’s house

(Eli was a snitch)

(But not a big enough snitch apparently, she left the surprise baby to Danny to talk about)

And after the subsequent tearing into, Danny told her about Bruce

“What are you gonna do with him?”

“I’m not sure. I can’t just *leave* him. He’s so small Jazz.”

“Are you gonna keep him with you little brother?”

“…”

“…Just until I can figure something out.”

“I’ll send you some articles about taking care of babies then.”

Danny undeniably gets attached

He swore he’d figure something out by the end of the week. One week stretched into two. Two stretched to a month. And then a few months. And then Bruce was learning how to crawl, and he was babbling.

And he was just as attached to Danny as Danny was to Bruce.

Danny was all the way northeast by then, finding himself in Gotham. He was seventeen now, almost an adult in the eyes of the law. He was going to stay a week, if even that long, in Gotham.

And then he saved an eccentric elderly couple from being mugged. And by the end of the week he was staying in the elusive Wayne Family Manor as a special guest.

The Waynes were childless. They’d had tried for years to get a son, until eventually they gave up on it. But if you looked at their younger portraits, you’d think Danny was theirs by birth.

Days turned to weeks to months to nearly a year. And then more. Bruce was walking now, and he called Danny ‘daddy’ and he was still just as clingy as he was when he was on bottles.

Danny adored him.

And the Wayne couple were so kind to him. Danny had waited for weeks for the other shoe to drop. Nobody this rich was this kind, at least not anyone that Danny had encountered besides Sam, and Sam’s family were guppies in a pond compared to the behemoths that were the Waynes.

There was no other shoe drop. The Waynes never expected anything from Danny other than he ate well and slept well and that he stay as long as he like. They didn’t force him into attending anything, not their rich people parties or events, nothing. They bought him clothes and let him decorate his room, and spoiled Bruce positively rotten.

Danny quietly, where no one but his thoughts could hear, started to think they were better parents than the ones who gave birth to him. It changed things.

On Danny’s eighteenth birthday, the Waynes gifted him adoption papers. Danny couldn’t have grabbed his pen faster.

Danny Fenton became Thomas Nightingale, and Thomas Nightingale because Thomas and Bruce Nightingale.

Then, finally, Thomas and Bruce Nightingale became Thomas and Bruce Wayne.

#dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #danny fenton #bruce wayne #dc x dp au #i feel like i should EXPLICITLY add #that danny is Not The Ghost King #respectfully i have grown to Hate that headcanon #so any form of danny phantom posts i make they will NOT be ghost king aus #i’ve been rotting over this idea for the last two day and im making it the website’s problem now #on another note too if I ever write this Danny will be almost exclusively called ‘Thomas’ the entire time #he changed his name dangit #danny met baby bruce and went ‘oh mine now ig’#but i’ve been listening to Hozier’s ‘blood upon the snow’ from God Of War Ragnarok for the last two days straight #And this is its product #also if anyone wants to talk to me about this au in dms let me know im STARVING of people to talk to about dpxdc #danny ‘thomas wayne’ fenton au #better name to follow

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mikhailovv · 1 year

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So there’s this Aesir God…..

So Heimdall, huh ! Ever think of him? I do ! Way too much, and currently where I’m at (with a dear, dear friend of mine) is a Fix-it AU where Heimdall ends up living ! (Spoilers oncoming with the explanation of it all—as well as warnings for a) canon typical voilent and b) discussions of Trauma)

In the spirit of keeping it short;

The idea with this AU is that instead of dying in his fight with Kratos, once he gets his arm blown off, Heimdall doesn’t get the chance to summon his bifrost arm and eventually Kratos leaves him on the floor of the arena and stalks off and—too terrified of how Odin will react to the fuck up to end all fuckups bc it was his one job, after all—he flees into the forests of Vanaheim

Anyway; he ends up at Freyr’s camp and eventually Sindri’s house, where (so fucking slowly and painstakingly, might I add) he ends up “befriending” the Gang (Atreus saw smth in him and they all trust Atreus) but in this friendship of sorts phase he gets new armour made for him, and finally, finally takes his hair out of that hairstyle (which I fully believe he hated, and which gave him headaches) and the biggest change he could made to distance himself from Odin and Asgard; was changing his hair

But leon ! You’re probably (not) saying, that doesn’t look a lot like Heimdall? Yes ! I think he’d fully want to distance himself from who he was because oh how miserable that man is, and a completely different hairstyle was needed for that ! This post is getting long for my own liking, though , so if you have any questions drop em below ! <3

#god of war #god of war ragnarok #god of war ragnarök spoilers #Heimdall #heimdall god of war #heimdall headcanons #art #fix it au #incredibly self indulgent #this is for me and One other person okay #anyway #I really do have more in depth answers if anyone wants them #dont be afraid to ask #in fact #please do 🥺#long post #my art #leon draws

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saccharanth · 2 years

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girl help sqh has gone off the rails

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rhythmsmith · 6 months

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Shouting into the void but I have been thinking about a ‘Faye Lives, but Kratos dies’ style au for Atreus…

Specifically I blame my Atreus cosplay from Halloween week, but in short the concept stems from an Atreus who took more after kratos in hair and eye color, and eventually learns to wield the blades of chaos in order to honor his father- alongside his bowman skills. Something something loosely following gow2018 but they go to Greece, something probably Ragnarök comes to pass alongside some post Ragnarök stuff

Most likely this verse is gonna be tied loosely to the Fawn Bear Wolf Falcon verse, since inherently all my aus fics tend to exist in the same grander universe…. Just parallel realities stuff, though I mean loosely bc the timelines might ultimately converge to some other fic in the future

(,,,, might mess around and use this as an rp idea too if anyone is interested in me yelling more about this au and plotting together)

#Idk. I’m half asleep so none of these may be coherent but I’m posting anyways bc no self control #god of war au #god of war #atreus #i blame my cosplay but like #I have way too many thoughts #god of war rp #(I guess that tag works since this is sorta an rp request #god of war ragnarok #might reblog w more thoughts tomorrow idk we’ll see #rhythm rambling #mom rhythm is having au ideas again-

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madmanwonder · 1 month

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Crossover au original male Au

Summary:what Cynthia and zero reaction on see their children for the first time after they where born as Ragna show both the little boy and girl they broth in to this world.

Cynthia looked at the sleeping face of her sweet darling Sable face who looked so beautiful and so pretty that it made her tear up in joy of birthing such an amazing child.

“My Sable. My sweet, beautiful Sable.”

X-xx-X

Zero never thought motherhood would happen to her. Not like she would be a good mother by any means. She never had a stable maternal figure in her life and she was uninterested in motherhood anyway…

…but as she held Rose in her hand, the white-haired green-eyed girl glancing at her with big wide eyes and a toothless smile on her chubby face…it brought a smile on her lips as she held the babe in her arms tenderly and gently holding her bundle of joy and warmth.

“Rose…be my hope.”

#blazblue #pokémon series #drakengard #ragna the bloodedge #zero drakengard #pokemon cynthia #parent au #parent au prompt #shipping post #shipping prompt #crossover au #crossover au prompt #sable the dark #garchomp reaper #ragnero #zero ragnarok

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therealmofamorus · 1 month

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Crossover au original male stud au

Pokémon/Blazblue/Drakengard

Summary:Cynthia and Zero have a contest with each other to see who get the position as the first wife for ragna by see who can get knocked up first with his kid and to help both of them bring a green potion for Ragna to drink. What they where not expecting was to get fuck senseless untill they where a twitchy and blabbering mess with him not be no where satisfying as he want them both to put those child bear hip to work.

Meme:Nsfw potion(green potion),fuck stupid, need to breed

Theme:Rough sex, Muti position, face fuck, impregnated

SMACK~! SMACK~! SMACK~! SMACK~!

"Oh god fucking damn~!"The Grim Reaper grunted out as he slammed his cock in and out of the semi-conscious Pokemon champion who was moaning like a bitch in heat. His chiseled physique was sokaed with body fluids as he felt his body oozing sweat and lust from his pores.

X-xx-X

GAGHK~! GAGHK~! GAGHK~! GAGHK~!

"Can't...stop...cumming...!" The Man of Azure growled in a heavy voice as he face fuck the white-haired intoner woman who was fingering her cream-filled twat, took in the abuse of her throat with heart in her sole pink eye.

X-xx-X

The contest ended in a tie with both getting pregnant at the same time.

#blazblue #blazblue smut #drakengard #drakengard smut #pokemon series #pokemon series smut #original male stud au #original male stud au prompt #meme post #meme prompt #crossover au #crossover au prompt #zero ragnarok #garchomp reaper #shipping post #shipping prompt

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ramune-raven-art · 2 years

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I digitalized it

#ramune raven art #soul eater #soul eater fanart #soul eater crona #crona gorgon #chrona gorgon #ragnarok soul eater #Homestuck #hiveswap #hiveswap act 3 #this was made for that whole announcement #i need proper things to post for such a monumental situation #soul eater homestuck au

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13dps · 1 year

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bffsies :)

#i CANNOT post my masterpost of bad au so you will remain spared. for now.#gow ragnarok #god of war ragnarok #yes i just looked up a norse rune translator thog dont care.

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layer-bloody-sun · 1 year

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Pov: my rambling turns into a small fanfic

I was talking to @silvergoldraeven about my Villain au and ended up writing Heimdall's POV on a fic i'm somewhat writing for Helg

I said Odin didn't trust Heimdall after Helg left right? That's because for once Heim didn't believe for a second his brother could have betrayed them. Of course he didn't believe Odin could have done anything either, there would HAVE to have been a misunderstanding. He wasn't aware Helg was mortally wounded either.

And rather than seeing it as Heimdall worrying about his TWIN BROTHER, Odin thought they both were conspiring against him. He couldn't throw him away tho, way too useful. So he just started being cold and distant, knowing Heimdall would seek for his approval as much as he could. But he bet on the wrong kind of trauma. Heimdall might have been distressed about being pushed aside at first, but it takes 10 years between Helg's disappearance and their fight. Slowly, Heimdall stopped caring about his father, because he came to realize Helg was right and their father didn't care, not truly, not for the right reasons. So he only stayed, because his solo efforts to find Helg went unrewarded and he hoped Odik would find him.

Odin hated seeing Heimdall slowly drifting away, that's not what he wanted. So he started acting warm again, blaming work and stress about Helg on his latest attitude. And then he tried to take Heimdall's eyes away. He sent someone, someone sneaky and deadly, to try and rob him of his eyes while he slept and his guard was down. It didn't work, but Heimdall can't sleep well anymore, not while in Asgard. He's always wary and hates, h a t e s, those damn ravens always circling above him in the skies. Odin sends more people after him so Heimdall starts taking his training more at heart, he remembers all the times Helg nagged him about his arrogance, he gets better. Odin is just getting angrier. The blond doesn't piece it together immediately that it's Odin orchestrating all this, he can't fanthom it. But when it happens more and more and his father dismisses his pleads for help in stopping this, he ends up snapping a little.

Heimdall starts giving Odin false intel, and retreats to the wall, he doesn't want to help him anymore and he starts even doubting all his words. He loathes himself for thinking he would have looked for Helg with any other goal than killing him.

He shoots down the ravens that get too close, blames it on an accident, he was just startled all-father, couldn't see the damn thing coming so close to him and reacted on reflex...

When Helg comes back, Heimdall is at his breaking point. When he sees the cloacked figure standing atop the wall he doesn't recognize the familiar clothes pattern, not the smile. He thinks Odin sent someone else. And when the stranger throw his hood back, Heimdall is astonished to see the face of the person he loves the most in all 9 realms and beyond. The one he missed every single day for the past ten years. He couldn't be happier.

But his brother has changed. Heimdall still cannot read him, but he's got better at telling people without his foresight: Helg is angry. No it's beyong angry it's like a mass of pure fury and rage. And Helg starts punching him. Calls him names, bellitles him.

He doesn't see his progress, how Heimdall can pary or dodge his attacks when he couldn't before.

And something inside of Heimdall is on the verge of snapping for good. But he can't, he can't just let himself break. He had always relied on Helg and now it was his turn. He'd take his attacks and his words, he doesn't believe any of the venom behind them. He knows his brother, he loves his brother, and nothing, not even Helg himself and his vitriol can change that.

But he can't parry forever, Helg was always talked down by their family but he was stronger then their brothers, only topped by Baldur's immunity and Thor's thunder which he didn't have. Heimdall was at the bottom of their ranks and he knew that. He dropped to the ground, tears finally flowing out after years of enduring. His face was covered in red and all he could taste was this metalic note blood always had. He didn't care if Helg thought he was weak, but he couldn't fight him with all he had, even out of respect, not when Helg's mind was so clouded.

"I don't want to fight, Helg"

He hopes, for a moment, when he doesn't answer but doesn't strike either. But when he kneels in front of him and puts a hand on his face, Heimdall is able to sense how deeply gone his twin is at the moment.

"Goodbye god of foresight."

Heimdall closes his eyes shut when he feels the blade poke into his neck and

And...

Nothing?

Heimdall opens his eyes and no one is there, not a single trace of his twin, like he was snatched away, erased. The wounds are there, his nose still dripping blood, his entire face and forearms pulsing along his eratic heartbeat through the many cuts covering them.

The adrenaline slowly fades, his entire body hurts. He gingerly gets back up on his feet, stumble more than walk to his small house. One he once shared with the twin that wounded him so badly. He sits down and tends to his wounds, slowly, taking his time, hands shaky and eyes still overflowing with overdue tears. He wouldn't gain anything more than an infection from rushing the process.

Clean, disinfect, bandage tightly, repeat with the next wound.

His face is another challenge, he can't really bandage it up, he'd be unable to even see. He splashes some water and hesitantly rubs it clean, whincing every now and then. His shaky arms aren't helping. He's gonna have a black eye, he thinks looking in his mirror, and his hair is a mess, it's cut everywhere. He half heartedly undoes the braids cut beyond repair and cringes seeing how uneven his hair is now. Maybe he could try a cut like Helg's or Baldur's so that it grows back more evenly... ah why bother.

Once he's sure he's not going to rot away, Heimdall crashes on his bed. He was exhausted, and lonely...

The young man sat up abruptly. Lonely? He never felt lonely, not even during those last ten years spent more isolated than ever. Clutching at his chest Heimdall realized something: he had never been able to tell where Helg was, but right now, he could tell he was gone. It had never happened, no matter how far Helg went in the 9 realms this feeling of longing never crossed Heimdall, not that way.

At first the blond was terrified, what had happened to his brother? How, and why had anything happened to him at that moment?

He needed to look for him, more than ever.

Heimdall got up, his left leg almost giving out under him, grabbed a bag and threw in essentials: a warmer coat where he to go to Midgard, All father's sake he'd even go to Hel itself if Helg had ended up there, bandages, maybe a ration...

He stopped halfway, sighing and lowering his head to his knees. What was he doing? He had no idea where his brother was, if it was like last time, all he would be doing was wander aimlessly and miss him just the same as if he was blind. In his state he would collapse before leaving Asgard. He wasn't even sure Helg was in the 9 realms anymore...

As if he could always be more pathetic, he cried himself to sleep that day.

A few days passed, Heimdall refused to go down to town to get food and other essentials like he'd usualy do. Instead he focused ok healing his wounds and methodically emptied and destroyed the content of his house. He would leave soon enough, and he wouldn't forget anything Odin could use. Thankfully Heimdall had a havresack Helg had messed with when they were children, allowing him to store much more than he should have been able to. He could take silly little things that were dear to him, things he should have cherished before his brother went missing the first time.

That day he was waiting, sat on the floor with the bag next to him, eyes closed and focused.

Until he felt it.

Clearer than ever, his brother's presence in Midgard. It was only for a brief moment before the feeling of comfort, of being fully complete, reapeared and filled his very being. He smiled as he realize the only reason he couldn't feel or read Helg, was because they were part of the same being. You can't truly separate twins, never. He allowed himself a moment to take in the sheer relief and warmth he felt.

He grabbed his bag and, making sure no ravens were around, took a few short steps to the bifrost bridge. That was an easy way to get to midgard but he had neglected it lately, not caring if Odin's soldiers could travel safely. As he was about to use it himself an idea struck his mind: he didn't need the bridge. The others, and to some extent Odin, did. Heimdall himself had been using his father's ravens for transport out of habit but that wasn't necessary. Wouldn't everyone be better without them able to go as they pleased?

The aesir chuckled lightly, he was starting to think like his twin, what a lovely thing. With a devilish smile, Heimdall kicked a part of the foundations of the bridge he knew was weak, sending on a chain reaction that toppled the very thing to the bottom of the wall. The rainbow route vanished soon enough as well. Satisfied, Heimdall jumped.

Not even reaching a quarter of the wall, he used his own bifrost and crashed into Midgard's usual snow; gods why was it always so cold here.

His legs were still a bit weak, not apprecuating the rough landing. He pushed the snow off of him, settled his bag properly on his back, and started wandering around, looking for signs of his brother. He had followed the feeling, but Midgard was vast and his brother could have been anywhere by now.

Soon enough he found sigils, warding evil away. His heart swelled when he was able to pass through them, meaning his brother still loved him deep down, at least enough that he wasn t seen as a threat.

From there on it was easy following the tracks, Helg apparently not caring much about stealth once inside his domain. It was clear the area was walked through regularly, trees cut down and markings in the ever dalling snow.

He walked, a few minutes too much for his legs were still recuperating from that landing, until he saw it, heard it.

Right around the corner, behind a massive rock, there was a house. A small house, stylized after their own but built by someone less experienced. Smoke was coming out of the chimney, and in what would be a garden in the summer, there were three people.

Two children which he didn't paid much attention to, and his brother, nagging said kids as they threw snow at him.

He was somewhat smiling, until he turned and saw Heimdall standing there, where he shouldn't be. His smile faded, but Heimdall couldn't tell what feeling it was from. They just stared at each other, the kids falling quiet.

"I found you"

Heimdall said in a murmur

#and then they hugged and lived happily ever after. the end.#if you know me you know that's not true tho #the kids will be explained in Helg's part of the fanfic which is huh...way longer #might make a mini series out of it if I post it #eli talks #oc #god of war #gow ragnarok #gow ragnarok au #god of war au #alternative universe #helg odinson #heimdall #gow heimdall #god of war heimdall #gow odin #god of war odin #fanfic #idk man i never post fanfics here

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arleniansdoodles · 1 year

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I really love your god of war AU! It’s so sweet seeing Atreus and calliope working together it’s so sweet :’). I had one question, does kratos know about calliope coming back?

Aww thank you so much! I'm happy to hear you're enjoying my AU! 💝💝 I love seeing them together too, and exploring what kind of dynamic they'd have has been lots of fun! :D

As for Kratos, he doesn't know at first! But he'll definitely find out eventually after the siblings return to Midgard XDD From what I've got in my outline (since I'm writing a fanfic for this AU), it's not a smooth discovery/reunion, so to speak ^^;; Calliope has a lot of feelings to process upon seeing him in the flesh, likely more bad ones than good! Fortunately, Atreus will be there to support her :''''D

#asks #anon asks #i really hope i can finish the fanfic #it's looking to be a long one loll #but i'm having fun with it so far!#and making all the art for it too! :DDD #once it's done i'll post it on ao3 along with the artwork #god of war #god of war ragnarok #au #atreus #calliope #kratos

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gelu-the-babosa-multiversal · 1 year

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Could Kratos kill Unicron?

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wilygryphon · 9 months

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Ragnarok de Dies Irae (Kingdom Hearts Fic Idea)

I had the idea for a Post-KH3 Kingdom Hearts fanfic a few years ago, but I am currently in no place to start writing it (due to having two big stories ongoing, although I did start on an introductory chapter as a taste a while back). I outlined a bunch of ideas for myself, and I'm throwing them up here for you to see. And, if someone is interested in writing it and wants to collab with me and my ideas, I'll leave the door open.

Premise:

Centuries ago, the World was flooded with darkness and divided. Recently, a fabrication of the x-blade was forged, then destroyed. The walls between worlds shattered and many worlds were pulled into darkness. A world made of darkness materialized, and a door between the Realms of Light and Darkness materialized, then was sealed, and the dark world dissolved and the worlds returned to light, though some remained asleep. A Kingdom Hearts made out of captured hearts was created, then blown to bits, only for a world to be generated within it and destroyed. Then, two Keyblade Wielders harrowed the Realm of Sleep. While this happened, one man generated a time loop to enact his plans. One of the wielders bent reality and time to resurrect the dead. Finally, Kingdom Hearts was summoned and corrupted, then purified. The fabric of the worlds was bent again to save one more person, and the savior was taken in her place.

Reality is fragile. Too much abuse will tear holes in space and time. That has happened. Delicate barriers protecting the worlds from dangerous forces have come undone, and powerful entities have begun to make their way here. These gods have been sealed off for a reason, and now their very presence threatens the worlds.

Riku and Kairi are still recovering from the loss of Sora, with Kairi turning to the gym and vigilantism to vent her frustration. Donald and Goofy mourn as well, though Donald is trying to hide it. Roxas, Axel, Xion, Isa, Aqua, Terra, and Ventus are still trying to put the pieces back together and figure their lives out from here on in. Naminé is still getting used to the crowd and having friends. The Radiant Garden Restoration Committee, now aided by Ansem and his apprentices, are putting their town back together stronger than ever before. Four recompleted Nobodies gather, wanting to uncover the mysteries of their lost past. And the Foretellers, excluding Ava, now guided by Luxu, are preparing the future that their Master once saw, while Maleficent and Pete observe from a distance.

Master Yen Sid detects a series of anomalies in the worlds and reaches out to Mickey and Aqua to alert them. They tell Riku, and Kairi asks to come along, wanting to contribute and not feel useless. Searching Dwarf Woodlands, they face strange new monsters and a hostile mirror demon. Kairi breaks down, because while she finally gets to explore a new world, Sora is not by her side. When she is pulled into a mirror by the demon and sees Sora’s Heartbinder, then hears his voice when she touches it, she begins to have faith that Sora can be found. Sharing their findings with Yen Sid, the sorcerer advises that they gather their allies and search the worlds for information on the anomalies. He also grants permission to search for Sora, though he prohibits the use of complicated measures (a la the Power of Waking which doomed him in the first place) to do so.

Cut back to six months ago. Sora wakes up in the middle of a traffic intersection in a strange city. He tries to get help from passerby, but they do not react to his presence, as if he were a ghost. As he wanders, he is watched by several winged figures and a mysterious man in a black coat. The Reapers speculate on what could have brought him to Shibuya, since he does not seem to have entered the UG in the usual way. Regardless, they elect to put him into the Reapers’ Game to keep under close watch.

#kingdom hearts #ragnarok de dies irae #kh rddi #kingdom hearts fic idea #post kh3 #basically a kingdom hearts iv story #takes plot points revealed after kh3 in broad strokes or drops some altogether #i also had this idea before a lot of lore had been revealed so there's that #kingdom hearts au

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I’ve mentioned before I have a Record of Ragnarok fanfic, and i already bit the bullet and put out that preface for the Grail War fic, so....here’s the list! Subject to change, as will become evident with how many freaking fights I’ve come up with, more specifically the contestants in no particular order.

Overseers:

Brynhildr

Prometheus

Odin

Bellona

Hestia

Mímir

Humanity:

Uesugi Kenshin

Kriemhild

Zhong Kui

Medusa

Rasputin

Hammurabi

Vlad Țepeș

Tantalus

Mordred Pendragon

William Shakespeare

Julius Caesar

Jing Wei

The Minotaur

Caligula

Saitō Musashibō Benkei

Cao Cao

Baron Samedi

Captain “Nemo” Dakkar

Winston Churchill

Darius III

Fionn mac Cumhaill

Audie Murphy

Benjamin Franklin

Cú Chulainn

Alexander the Great

Paul Bunyan

Irene Sarantapechaina of Athens

Cain

Ibn al-Haytham

Thomas Edison

James Moriarty

Heaven:

Bishamonten

Ares

Freyja

Ah Muzen cab

Hêlēl

Horus

Set

Athena

Artio

Susanoo-no-Mikoto

Indra

Ah Puch

Achilles

Bastet

Nyarlathotep

Xiuhtecuhtli

Pele

The Morrígan

Níðhöggr

Nezha

Anansi

Ishtar

Loki

Hi-no-Kagutsuchi

Yemoja

Bakasura

Daji

Baldr

Arawn

Amun-Ra

Cikap-kamuy

And because even my cut ideas are usually all conceptualized, here’s a list of those I’ve sadly had to trim from the story:

Ivan IV Vasilyevich

Nergal

Fafnir

Genghis Khan

Blackbeard

Aži Dahāka

Wu Zeitan

Galileo

Olorun

Ao Guang

Shaka Zulu

Scáthach

Lyudmila Pavlichenko

Ramesses II

Cernunnos

Czernobog

Tsukuyomi

Take-Minakata

Typhon

Ba’al

Chronos

Oda Nobunaga

Van Helsing

Charles Babbage

Archimedes

Jeanne d’Arc

Aeneas

Nebuchadnezzar II

(Feel free to shoot any asks about any of them!)

#that includes who they fight. Didnt include it here for the sake of pretending its a mystery but like. I will absolutely tell you who if ask #still trying to see if I can fit in Pandora vs Mara as well #but that'd require reorganizing AND almsot certainly mean cutting Tantalus vs Bakasura which is one of my more original ideas by far...#important posts #my characters #master post #record of ragnarok au #snv fanfic #record of ragnarok #writing shit #what do you mean too many - 30 matches is a completely reasonable number ha ha #long post

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