Thursday: Fusion/Total AU
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enochia, and the theme for this Thursday is “Fusion/Total AU”.
As opposed to “change-one-thing” divergent AUs, “total AU” is a whole another world. For example, MCU in steampunk setting is total AU. MCU where Loki didn’t attempt takeover isn’t. Fusion with another canon world counts too, be it characters completely moved to another world (John Constantine has been born on, grown up on, and never lived anywhere but on Disc) or a mesh of both respective worlds (Wizarding World and mutants coexist, cue mix-ups and confusion).
Give your prompts according to these rules:
- No more than three prompts in one fandom
- No more than five prompts in a row unless one of your prompts is filled. Then you can prompt again.
- No spoilers in prompts
- If your fill contains spoilers, please warn and leave plenty of space
Please keep the codemonkeys in mind and obey formatting rules:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character + Character, Prompt
Examples:
Hellblazer/Discworld, John Constantine, just another day in Ankh-Morpork
MCU, any/any, steampunk AU
Harry Potter/X-Men, any + any, After Voldemort, Wizarding World has to turn to other disturbing recent developments: rising reports of Muggles developing magical abilities after . Meanwhile, Charles Xavier and Magneto are investigating fantastic rumours of hidden enclaves of mutants using sticks to channel a variety of powers.
If there is nothing that catches your fancy, take a look at the lonely prompts.
tag=fusion/total AU
enochia, and the theme for this Thursday is “Fusion/Total AU”.As opposed to “change-one-thing” divergent AUs, “total AU” is a whole another world. For example, MCU in steampunk setting is total AU. MCU where Loki didn’t attempt takeover isn’t. Fusion with another canon world counts too, be it characters completely moved to another world (John Constantine has been born on, grown up on, and never lived anywhere but on Disc) or a mesh of both respective worlds (Wizarding World and mutants coexist, cue mix-ups and confusion).
Give your prompts according to these rules:
- No more than three prompts in one fandom
- No more than five prompts in a row unless one of your prompts is filled. Then you can prompt again.
- No spoilers in prompts
- If your fill contains spoilers, please warn and leave plenty of space
Please keep the codemonkeys in mind and obey formatting rules:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character + Character, Prompt
Examples:
Hellblazer/Discworld, John Constantine, just another day in Ankh-Morpork
MCU, any/any, steampunk AU
Harry Potter/X-Men, any + any, After Voldemort, Wizarding World has to turn to other disturbing recent developments: rising reports of Muggles developing magical abilities after . Meanwhile, Charles Xavier and Magneto are investigating fantastic rumours of hidden enclaves of mutants using sticks to channel a variety of powers.
If there is nothing that catches your fancy, take a look at the lonely prompts.
tag=fusion/total AU
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Date: 2012-12-20 01:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-20 01:36 pm (UTC)Filled: Gear Master (1/2)
Date: 2012-12-23 07:45 am (UTC)Steven doesn't like going down to Antony’s workshop. A perpetual cloud of smoke and steam swirls around Antony’s workbench, infusing every corner of the room with the strange exhaust of metal tang and wet wood. The lights from his strange contraptions eerily reflect through the cloud, filling the shop with beams of illuminated dust and tiny specks of metal shavings. The beams reflect off every brass-polished surface until the entire place is criss-crossed with floating debris of a hundred different inventions, all churning away with the clunk and thuds that Steven has learned to associate with this age.
In the middle of it all, Antony sits at his workbench. Some days he is hard at work, smithing and shaving and shaping complex networks of gears and steam that never look like they should be able to complete their intended function. Yet Steven watches these bits of metal, cobbled together in the hands of a genius, become something more than the sum of their parts, become something almost magical in its defiance of all sense and reason.
Steven has begun to measure how strange and impossible the current project is by Antony’s state of undress. For simpler Stark Industry patents, he merely takes off his suit jacket and appears as elegant as Steven has seen him at any of the formal affairs the Avengers attend. The more complicated ones, or hardware for contracts that have nearly gone past their due, is displayed through rolled up shirt sleeves. When it’s invention for personal entertainment, the vest comes off; when it’s new ideas for Avenger hardware or inventions to keep Director Fury appeased, the suspenders disappear.
The truly visionary work occurs when Antony Stark, suave captain of industry, disappears, stripped down to his bare bones in a grease-stained undershirt and yesterday’s pants. That is when he works on the Iron Man suit, or on the pieces of strange technology plucked from Hydra weapons and alien invaders and countless other enemies. That is when he fabricates entirely new methods of communication and vision (though Director Fury refuses to test out the implant) and everything else Steven had always assumed would never be the realm of machines. On those days Steven can catch a glimpse of the brass key hanging just under the neckline of Antony’s undershirt and imagines he can hear the soft whirr-click of Antony’s mechanical chestplate. On those days Steven looks for the sinuous raised lump of a device he’s never laid eyes on, one that curls around the sides of Antony’s ribs and leaves a raised circle in the center of his chest just over his heart.
He wonders if Antony is completely human any more, or if he merely has this ability with machines because he is half one himself.
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Date: 2012-12-20 01:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-20 02:12 pm (UTC)Supernatural/Avengers movieverse, Bucky/Steve, they’re hunters; one is turned into a vampire
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Date: 2012-12-20 02:32 pm (UTC)(Feel free to bring in any other X-Files of Who-niverse characters)
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Date: 2012-12-20 02:34 pm (UTC)Leverage, gen, Eliot is a Gordon Ramsay type who goes to restaurants in trouble and tries to fix them; Nate&Sophie are the restaurant owners; Hardison is the host/restaurant manager; Parker is either Nate&Sophie’s daughter or a waitress
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Date: 2012-12-21 05:44 pm (UTC)This was the fifth time the skinny blonde waitress had sneaked into his kitchen (any kitchen that he walks into is automatically HIS kitchen) and it was really starting to grate on his nerves. She keeps popping up where he isn't expecting her, and it's disrupting his zen.
"I'm angry because this restaurant is an abomination," Eliot growls. "Is that a banana?" he asks, grabbing the offending fruit, "Who puts banana in a tuna sandwich? No banana!"
"Oh, well," the restaurant co-owner, Sophie Devereaux says brightly and puts a hand on his arm. The hand is removed quickly after Eliot throws her a hostile glare. Bananas? On tuna? Seriously? Unforgivable.
"I- er," the other owner of Leverage, Nate Ford hems, and looks to the host/manager/jack-of-all-trades, Alec Hardison.
"What do you mean, no banana?" he says, actually looking offended, "The sweet flavor mixes with the fishiness--"
"No banana!"
Eliot next goes over to the line of beer kegs with a sinking feeling in his gut. However he might have steeled himself, though, there was no way he could have prepared himself for Thief Juice.
"What the hell is Thief Juice?"
Hardison perks up and looks proud. "Thief Juice is our own special blend of..." He trails off under the weight of Eliot's glare.
"I found the recipe online," he finishes meekly.
Eliot fights the urge to smack himself on the forehead.
"No online recipes," he growls.
The Leverage Brew Pub definitely needs his help. Because that's what he does; he helps restaurants in need of serious ass-whuppin'.
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Date: 2012-12-20 02:35 pm (UTC)Glee, Kurt/Blaine, Heathers AU – Blaine as JD, Kurt as Veronica, and Quinn, Santana, and Brittany as the Heathers
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Date: 2012-12-20 02:37 pm (UTC)Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, Glee AU - Merlin's a geek (with magic) in the glee club and Arthur is the jock who just realized how much fun glee might be
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Date: 2012-12-20 02:38 pm (UTC)Amazing Spider-Man, Peter + author's choice, Peter grew up in Gotham and instead of Batman, Spider-Man is the Dark Knight
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Date: 2013-02-17 10:13 pm (UTC)Similarly, Peter Parker was meant to go far in life. He had the intelligence, he had the motivation, he had the supportive family. Then his uncle died, and Peter turned into a bitter and angry boy, with amazing powers he was only beginning to learn the extent of.
The first time Peter goes out is for revenge. He crawls up and down the skyscrapers of Gotham stalking his prey, and makes an example out of him in front of his friends. He’s angry and vicious, and gives the scumbag what he deserves for killing the man that had taken Peter in as a kid.
He makes the papers. J. Jonah Jameson, editor-in-chief of the Daily Bugle, calls him a menace, says he’s terrorizing the good citizens of Gotham.
Peter gets an idea.
Well, he gets a lot of ideas, ones that fit into a vague framework he doesn't dare think about directly. The first one is that next time he needs evidence – hard proof of his target’s crimes. His aim isn’t the ‘good citizens’ of anything – it’s those people that flaunt the rules because they’ve built a web of safety in a city as corrupt as they are.
He needs to show them that their web is being taken over by a larger predator – one that won’t be afraid to tie them up and leave them for the cops. That requires more than just isolated incidents. No, what Peter needs is a campaign. And a campaign requires design, materials, and research.
The design is easy – a spider, small and deadly, crawling after and tying up bad guys one by one. It’s easy to adapt his rudimentary outfit to it. He already has the black cloth that blends in so well with the grime of Gotham. The rest is just flair.
Other materials require money and access. Peter has the latter from his lab internships, and he can walk out with a fair amount, but some things he has to buy and money comes in stops and starts. For now, it’s acceptable; he still has planning to do and Aunt May, looking at him with more and more sorrow every day, to reassure.
He hits the library for guerrilla warfare tactics, magician’s tricks, psychological warfare, histories of organized crime. Anything that seems like it’d help. He devours the information faster than one of his science textbooks and tests out what he learns in old abandoned warehouses by the waterfront. He practices walking into mob businesses and acting like he’s one of the muscle, practices tailing people he knows and ducking away when they recognize him, practices getting in fights and pitting his extrasensory ability against bigger and bigger thugs. He practices lying to Aunt May when she worriedly wipes blood from his chin and asks him what trouble he’s gotten himself into.
It’s hard and exhausting, to add this on top of his schoolwork and job, as well as trying to keep Aunt May in the dark when she sees the injuries he comes home with (Peter’s never trusting what he reads on that website again) and the clothes he’s ruined during his trials. But the drive to act is more powerful than his concern. Every day the newspaper reports rapes, muggings, drug shootings, missing people, and murders. He can’t sit idly by, not when he has the power to change things like so many kids from the Narrows wish they could. So he collects information and makes plans, bides his time until the costume and its accoutrements are ready.
He dons the mask and falls from his window, shoots his webslinger and swings into the air. This time when he makes the papers, they have a name for him.
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Date: 2014-05-18 04:35 pm (UTC)It had been funny looking back on it. When Ed and Al argued, their daemons would always act the peacekeepers between them, yet they took more potshots and roughhoused more than Ed and Al ever did. Aranka was just like Ed, picking fights with anyone that looked at her wrong, and Eirian had always been bolder than the face Al showed most of the world. She was unerringly blunt and honest and held grudges so long that it made Ed side eye Al and wonder if when he said all was forgiven after fights if he really meant it. Adding Winry and Hammond into the mix always complicated things, leading to squabbles between Ed and Al and even more with Winry. They always lost. It was hard to fight with Winry when she got sad. Even harder when she got angry because she could hit hard. Hammond had a less flashier temper than Winry did, but he had one, getting back for pranks Aranka and Eirian pulled on him in subtle, devastating ways long after the prank had been forgotten.
That balance had been disrupted after they tried to do the impossible.
It still haunted Ed’s dreams the way Eirian had dissolved into Dust when Al’s body unraveled into the Gate. For months he’d kept Aranka tucked under his clothes, pressed close to his skin to reassure that it hadn’t happened to them. That they were still together even if Al wasn’t… Al said Eirian was there still. She just wasn’t corporeal anymore.
Aranka had settled as snake, an Aesculapian snake. They joked about the irony and symbolism in the form, even more so later when they met homunculi and learned about their distinctive ouroboros tattoo. When they were alone, they sometimes admitted that she had probably settled as a snake because it gave her an excuse to wrap around Ed’s remaining flesh arm and cling with her whole being.
Things with Winry and Hammond were a bit off without Eirian adding commentary and prodding Aranka into a rage, but they found their balance like Ed and Al had reworked their relationship with Winry after.
“Winry!” Ed called. They were there because he’d managed to bum up his leg this time rather than his arm. The knee was stuck slightly bent and it felt like having a muscle cramp and hitting his elbow a bit at the same time.”Long time no—“
A screw driver ricocheted off the wall next to his raised hand. Ed followed its trajectory back to Winry at the Rockbell kitchen table. She had something dismantled there; screws snug up with a plate of toast and a coffee mug. Her glare said she hadn’t drunk even a quarter of the coffee cup yet. Hammond perched on her shoulder, his feathers puffed up. “What the hell did you do to yourself this time?”
“…Hi, Winry,” Ed said, much less confident of his welcome. Al closed the door behind them, crowding Ed into the house. Ed hobbled forward on his bad knee.
“It’s his leg,” Hammond said as Winry tried to focus when she wasn’t fully awake. Hammond tipped his beak toward Ed’s knee, black feathers ruffling before settling flat again. “Not your arm for once. It adds to variety at least.”
Aranka stuck her head out through Ed’s sleeve. “Admit it; you love when we come here because you get to fuss.” Her tongue flicked out, scenting the air.
Hammond cackled. “If by fussing you mean terrorizing, then yes, that is enjoyable.”
“How the heck did you break your leg?” Winry groaned into the mess on the table. “Were you trying to kick a hole to Xing or something?”
“What makes you think it was something I did? Maybe it just broke?” Ed crossed his arms over his chest.
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Date: 2012-12-20 03:59 pm (UTC)EDIT because I forgot how to internet
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