Lmao Valid

i just think this looks cool as fuck and i encourage all of you to read this comic. Its AWESOME. Has got to be my favorite so far

Oh…fuck..

AND SHE’D DO IT AGAIN!

Can I just say that…I LOVE HOW I DID DONNIE 😫😫😫 so shpooky yknow??? Also I’m back to possibly double pages after this one!

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Hi I have another fic concept bopping around upstairs and I'm making it everyone's problem.

So, another time-travel because I like messing with relationships that change with age dynamics

In this case, Anakin from early in the war, either almost or freshly knighted but everyone is still pretty sure it's a desperation thing for the war and he's not actually ready, doesn't even have Ahsoka yet, gets tossed back into abooooout seven years before the JA era? Somewhere between five and ten.

Agemates with Xanatos (already evil, but relatively recently so) and Mace (surprisingly hot).

The local Jedi do not entirely trust his insistence that he's a knight, because his emotional control is trash and he had a bit of a breakdown when he saw Qui-Gon making comments about Never Having A Student Again, so the Jedi Council are like "listen, you're... fine? You're definitely ALMOST a knight but honestly we'd like to get to know your overall competency before we grant that title to you since you don't have any records. You said you hadn't had a chance to take these knighthood courses because of the war? Great, do those and some competency tests for the academia reqs, and we'll reassess in a year."

And since he's technically been bumped back down to Senior Padawan, he needs a Master, at least in name only.

And guess who DOESN'T have Komari yet, and whom Anakin is weirdly ready to keep an eye on for Keep Your Enemies Closer reasons?

(Also Anakin's nervous or frustrated or even angry energy gets funneled, very often, into Mace's bed.)

Sometimes Anakin wanders off to the crèche to locate bb!Obi-Wan and hug/cry on him for a bit.

Omg this is perfect. I’m stealing this idea for my story.

This ''probably'' won't lead anywhere.

Goodness, not at aaaaaalllllllll

But what if Nightmare has to eat more apples to become fully corrupted, be that due to the apples not being as potent as thought, or Nightmare having natural resistance due to being the guardian of negative emotions.

......ooooor maybe he's slowly ate bits and pieces of the apples to eventually build enough tolerance to control the corruption. Hmmmmmm

Unless he’s watching over Arkham and making DAMN SURE the party isn’t being disturbed?

Duke not being at Damian's 13th birthday party is ooc and I will never stop grudging Truth & Justice for that.

And I promise you. No one will find your body… or maybe they’ll never STOP finding you. Depends on how much you annoy me.

Room full of Gotham rogues, tim enters it holding a gun a shoots a few bullets in the air to get everyone's attention

Tim: Alright, listen up, I do not want to be holding this gun, and that has absolutely nothing to do with the no kill rule and everything to do with that one time I met a future version of myself who was a mob boss who ran all of Gotham and was really into the whole shooting people thing so now any time I pick up a gun I'm like Is this it? Is this the pipeline? Is this how gun batman is created? THAT BEING SAID talk shit, get shot, understood?

Obi-Wan Kenobi and Jon Antilles are best friends.

We've accidentally met in the room of the Thousands Fountains as children and instantly hit it off.

Obi would get very accurate visions about Jon, so he knows his friend is alright and Jon would sent messages when he could.

That also share an unlikely bond that allows them to see each other and talk, if both of them meditate at the same time.

They make it work. They're very close. Jon is the only one who knows everything about Obi-Wan’s Padawanship and Obi is the one Jon comes to when everything feels too much.

But here lies the problem.

Jon never comes to the Temple.

Ever.

He's just not comfortable.

And when someone asks Obi-Wan who's his best friend and gets 'Jon Antilles' as an answer they don't believe him.

Quinlan thinks Obi-Wan’s joking.

Ahsoka thinks her Grandmaster is just private and is not comfortable with sharing personal information.

Anakin thinks Obi-Wan is just trying to annoy him because obviously he is Obi-Wan’s best friend.

No one thinks Obi-Wan tells the truth.

Because Jon Antilles is such a common name.

There are literally thousands Jons only on Coruscant.

But Obi-Wan doesn't realize they don't believe him. So he just joins in when Anakin jokes about it, let's the clones laugh it up once in a while. He doesn't think anything about it.

And so, one day, Bones comes to the medbay, to check on the General only to find him wrapped around some random guy, sleeping.

Bones stops, his thoughts are something like "Holy hell, there the kark this guy came from? Who the hell is that? And why does the General cuddle him like a favorite plush tooka?" Which he doesn't voice, carefully not to wake the General who's finally sleeping!

The guy, however, is awake and gives Bones an annoyed look. "That's what happends when you give him Kireffon." He says and Obi-Wan swats at his chest in his sleep and mumbles that pillows do not talk.

And Bones is slowly backing away from the room while comming Commander Cody because he is not going to deal with this crap.

And when Cody arrives and before he even opens his mouth the guy goes "Ah, you must be Cody. Obi-Wan talks a lot about you."

Cody doesn't have a clue how to respond to that, and he doesn't have a chance to find out, because Obi-Wan's waking up and looking around sleepily.

"Cody! You're alright!" Obi-Wan cheers with a bright smile. Then frowns. "Who else is alright?"

"Everyone is alright, sir. The only injured one is you." Bones chimes in.

Obi-Wan nods into the guy's chest. "Good."

Cody raises the eyebrow of judgement. "Good? You almost got yourself killed! What were you thinking, opening yourself like that?"

"A rock was going to fall on Crys." Obi-Wan replies slowly. "Crys can't survive a rock that size falling on him. And I like Crys! I can survive a stray blaster bolt. I did it before, Jon, tell them!" He tugs at the guy - Jon's - sleeve and holy hell, is that really who Cody thinks it is?

Jon nods seriously, looking up at Cody. "He did." And Obi-Wan is so happy to get a confirmation, he just beams and then snuggles back to get more sleep because he is comfy.

Jon dissappears the next morning and no one says anything to Obi-Wan once the drugs are out of his system.

But after that Jon just starts randomly dropping by to chat or to give Obi-Wan some new tea he found. He eventually makes friends with the Ghost Company and most of the 212th. He even joins them on some campaigns.

And still no one believes he is real.

Obi-Wan is still oblivious of it but the whole 212th thinks it's hilarious.

They just keep mentioning Jon to their brothers and other Jedi, to see their reaction.

It escalates to the point where Anakin gets fed up with all this Jon-thing and barges into Obi-Wan’s office to tell him to stop.

To find Obi-Wan, Cody and some guy having tea.

"Oh Anakin, come in. I believe you haven't met yet - Jon Antilles, my dear fri-"

"WHAT"

had an extremely vivid scene of lex finding out conner’s a thing + that clark knows and didn’t tell him, showing up vibrating in rage to ma kent’s because his ex is an asshole but martha motherfucking kent will help him get his kid back

Dream looks at Night,mare during a battle and all he can think is ‘little rebellious brother’. He uses the tone he used to when he was serious and Nightmare just sorta… deflates with an unhappy grumble.

Here my pet peeve I don’t like the trope of dream san always being the baby or act like childish or is a child in a different au and nightmare is always the overprotective brother trope or is a caretaker depending on the au or fanfiction and dream always dominate the female version while female nightmare is always used for smut or is just unlikeable in some fanfiction I read

Like can we please have more tropes were dream is the older overprotective brother while nightmare is the stubborn little brother

Okay but consider. This extends into My street. (I'm trying for a rewrite that ties them together a bit better but IDK) Garroth doesn't understand why his baby brother dislikes him so much. Zane(and an OC that I was originally gonna use for an MCD rewrite) remember and/or lived through it, still debating that. So Zane is angry and bitter about the MCD stuff but also loves this reincarnation who is so much like but not quite like his first.

Garroth and Laurance both are protective and love Aph but not like romantically because I hate writing love triangle and Aarmau is just easier to write for me. Aph feels instantly safer any moment her boys walk into the room. Like she and Aaron will be arguing and Garroth will come to visit and she'll instantly feel so much safer. I'm not insinuating that Aaron is abusive, just Irene's feedback for Shad.

aphmau and her boys are SO IMPORTANT TO ME

garroth who slowly finds himself guarding outside aphmau’s house late at night, overcome with a bone-deep fear that something will happen to her or her sons and he won’t be there to protect them. garroth who, immediately upon finding out zane is trying to wed her, sends a letter back with raven to dale and asks them to up defenses around her home for when they return from the eastern wolf tribe’s village.

laurence who will genuinely become standoff-ish when aphmau has conversations with strangers, the overwhelming feeling of alertness flooding through him as he studies every single action they make in case he needs to step in. laurence who stays up to listen to her breathing when they’re camping out, letting it ground him, a reminder that the shadow knights could not make him take away what is most important to him.

dante who will tease and scold garroth and laurence all he wants about how jealous and dumb (/aff) they are with aphmau but is somehow worse then both of them, hovering around her the entire time she wanders phoenix drop and he’s on duty. dante who is shorter than her, but will immediately takes a step in front of her and puff up the second anyone even remotely gives him the idea he needs to.

Saving this for when Ao3 comes back up

Newscapepro SCP UnLondon 2: Hell Underwater

The team was sitting in the auditorium, General Flooper, and a man with short, well kept black hair in a nice suit complete with a bowler hat were standing upon the stage.

“This is Professor Otis, he’s a long time veteran of the European branch of The Foundation,” Flooper explained. “He’s here to assist us with the fixing of the recent breaches,”

“Danke, General,” The man stepped forward, talking quietly into the microphone. “I am… developing a weapon to more easily deal with the Skips without damaging them,”

Nikole whispered to the blonde to her side. “I heard of this thing ‘round the water cooler,”

“Shut up!” Triana whisper yelled at the older woman, who crossed her arms grumpily.

“Thank you, Otis; please give him a warm welcome to the Facility,” Flooper said. “A prototype of this weapon will be present in our return to UnLondon; head to the helicopter now, troops,”

And so there the team was, getting into a helicopter that soon began to fly from the US to England preparing to land at UnLondon again.

“Alright, we know that the Serpent’s Hand is in there; we’ll easily be able to surround them and force them to surrender,” Triana said

“Finally, somethin’ easy,” Nikole smirked.

Cory shifted in his seat a little. “I’m still pretty unsure about going back there… y’know cause that… guy I won’t mention kinda kidnapped me,”

“You were fine, right Cory?” Hooper asked, mostly jokingly with the smallest hint of concern.

Cory shuddered. “You wouldn’t believe the things I saw in there…”

“It was an empty room, and the… guy didn’t even try to stop Bigfoot from saving you,” Nikole rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, well it was still sucky!” Cory crossed his arms.

The helicopter landed in front of the entrance to the Skip shortly after; they quickly entered back into the gloomy city streets they had spent an unfortunate amount of time in.

“Alright, you all know exactly where the Serpent’s Hand base is, place is already surrounded we’re just here to make sure it stays that way,” Lara said over the radio. “Should be an easy mission,”

“Have all instances of SCP-1678 within this area been neutralised?” Triana asked.

“Pretty much, unless you really stray away from the group, *ahem* Nikole and Tri,”

“Wasn’t our fault these three ran in the wrong direction,” Nikole groaned.

“Yeah, Bluejay; we’re the ones that ended up actually finding anything,”

Despite the fact they couldn’t see her, the team could feel Lara rolling her eyes. “You still nearly got yourselves killed, I don’t wanna hear it,” She cleared her throat. “Anyways, just stick together, and uh… Tri,” Her tone got far more serious.

“Yeah Blue… yeah Honey?”

“Stay safe, alright? Losing comms kinda caused me a bit of a panic attack…” Lara chuckled uncomfortably.

Nikole smirked to herself as Triana also chuckled uncomfortably. “I will, don’t worry,”

“Phew… that goes for the rest of you, I know the autism makes it hard to tell, but I do actually like you guys,”

“I thought you only liked Triana,” Scott smirked… then got jabbed in the stomach by Triana.

Lara paused. “Shut up… moment’s over, just go to the place where all the other MTF are,”

Cory pouted. “Awww…”

“There’ll be more moments, Cory,” Hooper patted the man on the back.

“HALT, CRIMINAL!” The entire team all aimed at the alleyway where the now all too familiar sound of the Bobbies’ yelling came from, the two Officers began to rush them before-

BZZZT

A beautiful, yet terrifying blast of light and electricity came from behind the Bobbies; sending both of the Skips falling to the ground completely stunned.

The six stood there, equally stunned as the twitching mummified men on the ground.

“You’re welcome,” The MTF that fired the futuristic gun; closer to small canon than any gun the other MTF had seen. “This thing has been real good at dealing with these coppers,”

“Thanks…” Triana looked at the insignia on the soldier’s chest. “Sergeant, what are your orders?”

“We’re patrollin’, a lot less scary recently,”

Scott was ogling the gun. “Goddamn, how does that thing work?”

“I uh… don’t know, you probably shouldn’t be looking that close at it, sir,”

“Nah, I’m a Weapon’s Expert,” Scott confidently said. “I gotta get my hands on one of these,”

“You can just like… ask the General on your next mission,”

“What happens when it hits a person?”

“Let’s never find out, Scott,” Triana heaved a bit as she pulled the big guy away from the gun. “Let’s get back to the mission,”

“Aww…” Scott looked down for a minute, before going back to following Triana walking towards the Radio Tower in the distance.

“If it helps at all, I also wanna disassemble it,” Nikole patted the guy in the back.

“You prolly wanna try to put it in that flask o’ yours,” Hooper added, Lara chuckled over the radio.

Nikole pouted. “I mean you’re right, but like… that’s just kinda rude,”

---

“Doc, doc, doc!” A Serpent’s Hand member yelled as he ran to the basement of the tower, Evil Uni sat near the bottom.

“Jesus, settle down,” The dog man tried to wave the grunt’s fear away, spinning around on an office chair to face him. “What’s wrong?”

“The Foundation! Th-they have us surrounded!”

Duni sat there for a moment, pondering in thought. “Nothing to worry about, we’ll be out of here in no time,”

“How? They have the-”

Duni hit a button and opened up a secret hatch, leading to a submarine underwater.

“Impressed? We stole this bad boy from The Foundation,” Duni invited the man in. “This will only be a minor setback in our plans,”

---

“This feels… too easy,” Cory shuddered, counting the streetlamps in his head as his team got to the outside of the tower.

“That’s a good thing, Cory,” Triana turned to face the Private.

“These Serpent’s Hand guys are super crafty, we aren’t just gonna be able to get them out of there,” Cory said. “We gotta go in there,”

“We don’t have the authorisation; we need to wait until reinforcements arrive,” Triana ordered.

Hooper butted in. “Yeah, Cory; we shouldn’t go in ‘till we got more people to back us up,”

“Oh, screw that,” Cory ran towards the front door. “I’m not gonna let these guys kill any more people,” He bolted into the building as fast as he could.

“CORY!” Triana reached out to him.

“Holy shit, the kid did it… whatever that was,” Nikole looked at the door with a mix of pride and shock.

“So are we goin’ in after him?” Scott asked.

“No,” Lara sighed. “We’d need to wait for reinforcements to do anything,”

“Goddammit,” Hooper sighed. “I’ll go after him,”

“Wha?”

“Don’t worry about it LT, I just gotta do this; we’ll be safe,”

“Hooper, I am ordering you to-”

“And I’m refusin’, see ya soon Lieutenant,” Hooper ran into the building.

---

Cory instantly noticed the lack of Serpent’s Hand members, not even a single grunt was in there-

“Cory!”

“Agh!” Cory jumped backwards as he heard the familiar Southern accent of his friend. “Hoop? I thought you were staying behind,”

“You’re gonna need backup, Cory,” Hooper explained as he helped Cory get up from the floor. “No one’s in here,”

Cory looked lost in thought for a moment… “The basement! What if they have like… a submarine in there!”

“Cory, that sounds like a trauma response… and like a real bad idea,”

Cory lead Hooper by his wrist to the basement. “You just gotta trust me, Hoop!”

Cory and Hooper looked into the basement, seeing the secret hatch which lead to the secret room with the-

“Submarine!” Cory whispered to the Corporal.

“How are we gonna get on?”

Cory’s eyes looked over a large crate, he then looked Hooper in the eyes.

“Cory-”

“It’s our only choice, Hoop,” Cory smiled.

They shoved themselves into the crate soon after, probably the absolute worst fit considering that they were two grown men; they soon heard two people walk towards them and pick up the crate.

“God, this thing is way heavier than I thought,”

“What do they got in here, bricks?”

“Anomalies?”

“Anomalous bricks?”

The men’s conversation finished as they dumped the box on the cold metal floor; the two waited until all the sounds of chatter, and walking were far away enough; they quickly opened up the box and stood up in the cramped metal storage room of the submarine; shiny yet dark and with dozens boxes stacked utop each other.

“I’ll be damned, Cory, that actually worked,” Hooper whispered.

Cory scoffed. “Of course it did, now we gotta… uh…”

“Did you seriously not think this far ahead?”

Cory looked down. “Maybe… I uh… didn’t think we’d get this far,”

“Goddam-”

“Halt Jailers, put your hands up!” The shout from the two Serpent’s Hand grunts caused the two men to comply.

“Aw crap,”

The black dog man sauntered in looking as smug as ever he eyed up Cory with a smirk on his face. “There you are, finally deciding to defect to the good side, huh?”

“Never!”

The dog sighed. “Pity, thought you and… whoever this is finally grew a conscious-”

RUMBLE

“I- what the hell is going on over there?” Duni shouted over in the general direction of the cockpit, his voice sounding more shaken than before considering the sheer force of the rumbling. Cory nearly vomited from the motion sickness.

“Something is swimming around us, Doc! Like a big ass snake,”

“Y-You don’t mean… oh fuck… oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” The Dog began to pace around the room, the two grunts to his side looked at him in concern as did Cory and Hooper.

“What’s goin’ on?” Hooper shouted.

“What’s going on is that we’re gonna die here; that was the Leviathan,” Duni’s voice shrank to a size even smaller than before as the man continued to pace.

Hooper quirked an eyebrow. “SCP-169?”

“I suppose that’s what you jailers call it,”

“I thought the Serpent’s Hand wanted to harness the power of all anomalies, why don’t you-”

“Fucking what?” The dog, through the haze of fear still managed to sound genuinely offended. “How much bullshit have you been fed?”

RUMBLE

The rumbling of the ship made nearly everyone fall over alongside some boxes that Cory and Hooper quickly rolled out of the way of.

“It don’t matter right now if we all end up at the bottom of the Ocean, we gotta-”

RUMBLE

This was the last rumble, the last thing Cory remembered before everything went black.