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og!Cale: It’s family moments like these that I’ll never forget.
Rok Soo: Hopefully, with a good therapist, we will.
I’m dying this is a hilarious concept
Dp x Dc AU: That one episode of teen titans where they all dress up as Robin + Tim being a gremlin about his legacy + Danny look alike/twin AU.
So there is that episode of Teen Titans where Starfire, Cyborg, Beast Boy and Raven all dress as Robin (Dick) while he's out and it's admitted that the outfit makes them feel cool. Imagine a young Tim hearing that story mentioned in passing by Dick while trying to manage what becomes Young Just-us. And then when Damain becomes Robin?? Gremlin mode activated.
Tim hosts regular 'Robin' Parties, where the idea is that you come in Robin colors, get a mask at the door and everyone gets to basically hang out in civilian clothes without the identity crises for those just getting started. "age appropriate" drinks, games, and good music are all staples. The parties become more frequent once Damian becomes Robin and he pointedly doesn't attend Tim's parties which... Neither of them are really happy about. Family is complicated, but finally, after a few years of cooling off, it's decided that Robin will actually host this years Robin party.
Meaning Tim shows up in casual clothes (MIT sweatshirt) and a mask, and Damian is actually dressed as Robin when the party is starting to get into the swing of things. The point of it is to make sure all the young heroes get to come and start to befriend each other, so there are a few people who show up and have to actually say that they're *insert alias* and this is met with basically "Dope, nice to meet you Robin" etc.
Insert Danny Twin AU (Or just look-alike fuckery) (for either brother but my brain is on Tim Twin au mode).
Danny decides to show up as his human self, grabs a mask at the door before coming in, and is slowly integrating himself into a conversation when someone grabs his arm- "Hey Red your brother is fighting with a newbie about meat products again-"
And Danny doesn't have a brother but my god has he heard this fight too many times with Sam and Tucker- He's going in and he's defusing this situation because he cannot handle the thought of this argument taking over his new friend group. He deals with it enough, okay?
Robin (like, the real one) looks at him curiously while Danny is talking down the other hero Robin (insert here), and the whole room notices when Robin doesn't take the opportunity to dismiss or belittle his older brother (Lmao because its danny). Damian cannot place his unease about Drake (again, Danny, who is not hiding his identity beyond a mask), and simply decides that this isn't worth the effort.
The party moves on but now instead of everyone calling themselves Robin, Danny is distinctly being called Red. It confuses him a bit, he didn't even know Red Robin was going to be at this party (he hasn't met the guy and doesn't know the lore), but he rolls with it because he's made fast friends with Robin (Bart), Robin (Cassie) and Robin (JON). The kid was full little bro energy and it made Danny laugh, he was so surprised when the real Robin joined them and fell into easy conversation with Robin (Jon).
Danny is playing games with a few others when someone goes to grab a broom to clean up- Turns out Red Robin and his boyfriend Kon had been making out in the closet for most of the party- and the whole room looks at Danny like he's tried to trick them. Tim is at first uneasy that so many people mistook him, but once he's in front of his dupe, puzzle pieces start to move around in his head.
"And who are you again, Robin?" Tim asks carefully, though he suspects he has his answer.
"Uh, Phantom, but you know, a lot of people were calling me Red tonight and I didn't get why until just now." Danny laughs nervously.
"Yeah I bet- Find me monday and we can see about a geneology test."
"That leaves us the whole weekend, to do what exactly? Fuck with people by pulling a parent trap style swap?"
"Nature vs. nuture and all but I don't know how you could be anything but my brother with a question like that." Tim grins and they get to scheming.
i couldn't explain this au even if i wanted to
i’m weak for twins au... someone save me
“We share the same face, but not the same heart”
IT TOOK ME LITERALLY A WHOLE DAY BUT I’M DONE! And my twins au are back i’m so happy! Plus, thank you for the good feedback in some arts and my latest one shots. And a happy new year in advance if I can’t post anything during the next days. <3
I need help finding a tumblr post
Ok, it’s dp x dc
The idea is that Tim and Danny are twins, Tim finds this out from his dad I think.
After Tim falls out with the Batfam, he leaves and I think he gets badly injured. Danny can feel this, and turns Tim into a Halfa to save his life.
Tim gets adopted by the Fenton’s, and Batfam thinks he’s dead because they only found all the blood from the injury, and they think that until they see Tim and Danny together in a cafe of some kind.
Any help is appreciated
Mote in your brother's eye (dp x dc)
Danyal Al Ghul was born part of a set. Twins were a blessing he’d heard people say, but Mother’s face said otherwise. And Danyal had started seeing why when he turned four. When their instructors started praising one over the other, favouring, comparing one against the other.
It hadn’t stopped there. As they grew, it seemed everyone had decided one twin was superior to the other and though Danyal knew it wasn’t true, and he knew it wasn’t fair, it seemed nobody cared. Damian and him tried, they really did, but there was nothing to do about it and the Twins turned into the Heir and the Spare.
And when one night, Mother’s spymaster came to report that Ra’s was looking for the spare, Danyal knew it was over. Mother was a flurry of controlled movement, and his own mind was whirling at breakneck speeds, but Damian was calm. And that broke Danyal’s heart.
"Put this on," Mother said, handing them identical robes. Danyal and Damian were always given different sets of clothes, to make them easily distinguishable. It seemed Mother was banking on their identical features for additional protection.
Danyal put it on, and Damian followed, albeit more slowly.
"Grandfather is only looking for one of us,". his twin said calmly.
"Damian," Mother said warningly.
"Mother, there is no choice, we hav-"
"I will not hear of it," she interrupted Damian ferociously. "Now, follow me."
Dayal looked to his twin’s hard features and pale face and his eyes began to burn. It wasn’t fair.
They followed after their mother’s, silent footsteps in the high hallways.
"We will not make it out," Damian said quietly to himself, "not like this."
Danyal took a deep, steadying breath, painfully aware his twin was right.
"Damian," he started and his twin turned to him to raise an imperious eyebrow. "Damian, I’m sorry."
His twin scoffed and turned away, hurrying towards their mother who was opening up a corner of the wall, which she had told them held a passageway leading to the outside of the compound.
"Quick," Mother said and gestured towards the hole in the wall.
Damian went in first, looking like he wanted to grumble but was too well-trained to do so.
Once he had disappeared into the darkness, Mother looked over at Danyal. But he did not move.
"Danyal," she started.
"Mother," he said and stared back and he saw the understanding in her eyes. Her eyes flashed.
"I will go," she said.
"You cannot."
"Danyal-"
"There is no time to argue," he said. "Grandfather is not a patient man."
She held his gaze for a second longer, before her shoulder lowered. She reached for Danyal’s nape and brought him in close to kiss his forehead.
"Be quick, dearest," she said as she stroked his hair. "Make me proud."
"I will," Danyal promised. He gave her a fragile smile. "Tell Damian I love him.’
"I will," she swore and then she was gone.
As Danyal walked towards his Grandfather’s quarters, there were people stepping out of his way in the halls. The boy ignored the stares as he fixed his eyes into the distance, his chin up and proud.
He arrived in front of his Grandfather’s intricately ornamented doors much sooner than he would’ve hoped and was let in immediately.
Grandfather was standing, his back to the door, standing in front of a desk.
"I had begun to believe you would not show, child" Grandfather said.
Danyal bowed his head deferential and did not answer.
"You are not a coward at the very least," the man said as he turned back, his piercing stare settling on Danyal. The latter had to stifle the urge to flinch.
Grandfather then turned back towards the table to grab a dagger off the desk and at this, Danyal stepped back, his own hand going to his knife.
The man smirked, seemingly amused. "Do you believe I will kill you?"
His hand still over his knife, Danyal shrugged carefully. "I do not know what to believe."
Grandfather let out a chuckle and then he moved and Danyal reacted, his hand going for his knife and in the same movement towards Grandfather’s neck when he was stopped dead by his grandfather’s dagger in his gut.
A pained grunt escaped him and he struggled to stay to his feet, but he was already unbalanced from the attack and he crumpled to the ground with a cry of pain as the dagger buried itself deeper.
"What a waste," Grandfather’s voice cut through the haze of pain. "You were a disappointment to the end, Damian."
"Get him out of my sight," was the last Danyal heard of it before he was lost to oblivion.
Twins AU but with Fem! OG! Cale.
Regressor Callie Henituse is unamused with this dongsaeng and his craziness. However, she is a good noona, so she indulges him.
Callie is tired and all she really cares about is saving the world and her family’s safety. Because of this, she has no energy to keep up her trash act and instead of being vitriolic and hostile, she’s kind of distant.
Now, people are confused by this change in behaviour and while Callie is not being nice by any means, she’s allows her diplomatic politeness to guide interactions and doesn’t bother to hide her elegance. She eats food quietly without kicking up a fuss even though she doesn’t compliment it, her drinking has been cut back severely and she’s very quiet. She is not sweet, her walls are still up but there is an undeniable mellowness and gentleness to her.
In the previous timeline, Callie, through intense hardwork and nigh deadly self-training, achieved swordmaster status at the age of 26. She cultivated a suffocating and sharp burgundy aura that had the unique ability to shift temperatures. Whether it be to fill the enemy’s lungs with ice or cool off a feverish ally, whether it be to scorch an attacker or warming up a civilian, she could do it.
Callie sees through Roksoo as if he’s glass and she does NOT let him get away with hiding information or trying to lie. Even if he causes misunderstandings for everyone else, Roksoo has to explain himself to Callie who then clarifies everything for the others if they aren’t already listening in.
Will expand on this later.
A scene idea for the Twin AU I was talking about earlier, here are some crumbs for all you little AlCale shippers.
Alberu went out to the garden during a banquet for some reason and some guys jumped out from the shadows and like fed him poison and chased after him.
Callie, who was also in the garden, gives chase once she sees this.
She managed to hit the guy carrying Alberu with a blow to the head (she threw a rock really hard) and used that momentary distraction to snatch the crown prince back and set him down a few steps away.
She then realizes that she is surrounded by like 20 armed kidnappers, she is wearing a beautiful elaborate deep mauve gown with heels, her hair is down and she has no weapon.
What she does have is her swordmaster aura, her fists and war-honed instincts.
So, she leans down and pinches Alberu’s cheek gently before whispering in his ear, “Don’t worry, your highness, I’ll save you.”
Callie proceeds to fight all 20 of them at once, burning skin and freezing organs and breaking bones before she steals one their swords and then cuts the heads off all of them in one round slice.
Alberu, who is sitting on the ground, hyperventilating from poison and panic is wide-eyed and in awe and kind of scared.
Callie approaches him, scrutinizing his state. She cleaned her hands from blood with her handkerchief and a nearby pond before sticking her fingers in Alberu’s mouth.
Alberu is, understandably, flustered. His cheeks flush red and his already uneven breathing gets worse. This is intensified when Callie puts her fingers in her own mouth to taste his saliva. She’s trying to figure out which poison it is since the symptoms are too common for her to figure out anything.
Ignoring the sputtering prince, she reached into her spatial pouch and procured a makeshift antidote before picking up Aberu and throwing him over her shoulder. She then begins rushing to the palace, keeping the stolen sword just in case they get attacked again.
So, Callie barges back into the banquet hall and it goes silent. She’s covered in blood, has a sword and some minor injuries and has the crown prince thrown over her shoulder.
Before anything is said or done, she takes him to the King and informs him of what happened, not caring about the eyes on her. Alberu is taken to the infirmary, Callie hands over the sword so it can be investigated and she gets a room to stay in at the palace.
And that’s about it. Also, just thought I’d mention it, I’ll probably post more ship posts about this AU because I really like romantic tension and sort of harems that edge the line of platonic and romantic.
Random excerpt from my Twins AU (that I have not written):
(1) [Noona, wtf?]
Callie, smiling and cheery: Dongsaeng! I just got back from my trip and I brought a gift for you, here!
Roksoo, in disbelief: Noona, what the fuck?
Callie, discouraged: Oh...do you not like it..?
Roksoo: N-No or yes- fuck - I like the gift, it's great but that's not the point, why're you acting like nothing happened?
Callie, bemused: Hm? What do you mean?
Roksoo, staring at her with a deadpan look, his tone of voice severe: Noona, you disappeared in the middle of the night, like vanished into thin air because there wasn't any trace of your departure and the only thing you left as explanation was a signed note that said 'I'll be back in a bit'. Father, understandably, freaked out and the entire guard turned the city and the surrounding area upside down searching for you, he even used his connections and asked the other nobles if they'd seen you and only got more anxious when he recieved negative responses. Basen, Lily and I weren't allowed out of the estate, not even into the gardens and everyone was panicking. Then, you show up a week later, with gifts and souvenirs like you were on vacation in a foreign country and somehow you're a swordmaster and have an ancient power even though when you left, your strength was only a bit superior to my own! Noona, what the fuck happened and where were you?!
Callie: ...Oops..?
Roksoo: *internally screaming*
Another random excerpt from my Twins AU (that I have not written):
(2) [Favorite mortal of mine...]
Callie couldn’t breathe, every time she inhaled through either her nose or mouth, the sickening scent and taste of copper would overwhelm her. Tears stung her bleeding eyes, as she coughed up more and more red.
The black uniform that she had worn to match with her dongsaeng was soaked with her blood. Unsalvageable.
Through her blurred vision, she could barely makeout the battlefield. It was all ash and rubble anyway, so it's not like there was much to see.
The pale skin of her hands was webbed with inky blackness, consuming more and more of her porcelain flesh as butterflies emerged from her body, glittering like stained glass and rushing towards allies to provide aid.
Callie ignored the pain, the excruciating sensation of her insides tearing themselves apart. She could handle it, just a little bit more-!
"-ate broke! NOONA!" She could hear someone yelling, it sounded like Roksoo but her hearing was fading, the blood leaking from her ears was already making everything a bit muffled.
Spots appeared in the corners of her eyes, a scorching heat boiled beneath her skin as she closed her eyes and tipped forward, her trembling legs no longer able to hold her up.
…
She didn’t hit the ground.
Cool, large hands wrapped around her own, familiar dark-skinned fingers intertwined with hers as she was pulled back against a man’s chest.
“Didn’t I tell you to not come to me so soon?” The God of Death, nay, Azrael said to her, his voice soft.
Her sight, no longer obscured by blood, dust or ash, adjusted to the scenery of the Void.
She tilted her head up, looking up at him.
Azrael’s expression was inscrutable, black eyes shiny and silver in his waterline.
“…I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Azrael.” Callie whispered hoarsely, her throat felt like sandpaper and her tone was breathless, almost pleading.
“No, you’re not.” He sighed and leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers, strands of moon-white hair tickled her cheeks but she didn’t mind.
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GUYS I'M SORRY I COULDN'T FINISH IT ;-;
I was itching to post something but this was stressing me out, so have a cut-off scene. I might update this later but it's unlikely.
for the post of what I wanna see: twin krs&cale au but they hate each other initially. just stupid things like krs assuming cale is just some drunktard and cale hating the fact krs wants to slack when there’s a WAR coming.
so they tug each other’s hair, play pranks on each other and try to sabotage everything the other does. BUT. they are the only ones allowed to hate on each other. if one of the twins get insulted or courted the other twin will be SWINGING. regardless of everything they’re still a team dammit.
sure they get to know each other but this rivalry thing they have going on is easier to keep going than admit they actually like their twin.
THINK ABOUT ITTT
If asked about the other, you'd probably receive a roll of the eyes and a scoff in response.
"Hell if I know where that lazy bastard is, probably chasing after that slacker pipe dream like the irresponsible fuck he is." Cale would bite out, his teeth almost audibly grinding as his face wrinkled with disgust.
"It doesn't matter where that drunk piece of shit is. Could be dead in a ditch for all I care," Roksoo breathes out, not even bothering to look up from the novel in his hand.
-
Cale despised the useless "aspirations" that his brother would spew. There was a war brewing on the horizons, looming over them like the shadow of the grim reaper themself, yet Roksoo wanted nothing more than to lay around. The very sight of his brother lazing around in bed served as fuel to Cale's ire, bubbling and licking up to his throat with a rumbling growl.
To make things worse? Nothing seems to deter Roksoo from his stupid goals.
"Oops," Cale lilted, eyebrows raised in mock sympathy as he knocked his bottle of wine into Roksoo's lap, startling him awake from his nap.
His brother sat up on his bed, the merlot wine sticky against his skin as he turned a heated glare towards Cale. This. That blank stare that barely did anything to conceal the displeasure in Roksoo's eyes was yet another thing Cale hated.
He hated liars, but he hated those who refused to speak their minds just as much. To him, they were just as bad with the way they would spin people in circles with their sugar coated words and glib tongues.
"My apologies, brother," Cale spoke with a smile, sitting at the edge of Roksoo's stained bed. He was satisfied with pushing every single one of Roksoo's buttons in hopes of seeing the other explode one day.
"...the alcohol must have rotted your liver as well as your brain," Roksoo said through gritted teeth.
Before he could get up to leave, a hand had reached up to yank at his hair, the other one still wet with alcohol, wiping against the collar of his shirt.
It devolves into a jumble of wrinkled clothing and petty smacks or kicks, only ending when Ron enters the room. His benign smile looking... menacing.
-
Roksoo watches as his brother scoops up the soup with the elegance of a noble. The same elegance that had technically been trained into him, but he was too lazy to show. He had to hide how the corners of his mouth threatened to curl up with a slow sip of water.
"AASHGHJGSFDK," Cale sputtered, soup spraying out of his mouth in a panic.
It took so much convincing for the chef to finally give in to Roksoo's schemes. If anything, it was probably Ron who ended up convincing his own son, who looked scornful as he dumped spices into Cale's bowl.
Roksoo continued to watch with a raised eyebrow as though he had nothing to do with it.
His brother reached for his glass of water in hopes of saving his dying tastebuds, snot and tears already starting to dribble down his face as he took a massive gulp.
"PFFFFFFFFFF-" Cale spat this out, too.
Roksoo personally dumped salt into his brother's water, making sure it dissolved completely. Cale turned to him with a messy face, coughing as he tried to find words to curse Roksoo with.
"You.. YOU FUCKING BASTARD," he screeched, launching himself at Roksoo, whose face split into a wolfish grin.
-
Roksoo had been minding his own business at the tea house when he overheard a pair of women flapping their mouths and spouting worthless shit.
"Ugh, the older twin, is such a piece of garbage!"
"I know! Why does the count even bother to keep him! The second son, Roksoo Henituse, is an angel compared to that--" The woman's voice cut off with a shrill scream.
Roksoo leaned against the ledge of the window, cheek resting against his palm as the porcelain cup dangled from his fingers, "Better watch your mouth before I accidentally drop this cup, too."
Their faces paled at the sight of him, their mouths failing to form words to defend themselves before they scurried off.
"fucking roaches."
-
"isn't the second young master... kinda lazy?" A man voiced, almost drowned out amongst the rowdy crowd of the bar, "It's like the war doesn't exist to him or something.."
Cale felt his veins pop at the slander, his grip around the neck of the wine bottle tightening until his knuckles were white.
The tavern goes deathly silent at the sound of the bottle shattering on the wall next to the stranger's head.
-
No matter how they act as though they hate each other and continue to slander one another... their true thoughts and feelings towards each other are revealed when the war surges through their territory. Surrounded by the stench of blood in the air around them and the clanging of swords ringing through the battlefield, they cover each other's backs while tearing down enemy after enemy.
