ways_back_room | Friday DE: Do you, uh, AU?

Let's go with:
Ahsoka
Sabine
Jessica
Dog
Young Luke Skywalker (since he's fun in the sandbox)

Ahsoka: Sith AU.

Young Luke: Raised on Alderaan AU.

It wasn't fair! On one hand, he got to dress all fancy for the welcoming ceremony, but on the other, he wouldn't have to time race his speeder and change if he were going to make it back in time.

If he were suspicious like his governess, he'd think Dad or Mom did this on purpose.

Eyeing a jumpsuit, he wondered if his ceremonial costume would fit under it?

(I know I've seen fan art of this, but I am failing on finding any. Also, you people are going to make me create a journal just so I have more than one icon of Luke. >:|)

The target was clever, she had to give him that much. Clever and lucky. But she didn't need luck and she knew she was more clever. Her masters made sure of that.
She dropped behind the boy, dark hair and eyes wandering the alleys of this backwater planet...Lothal wasn't it?

His only warning was the sudden hiss of her lightsaber as it pierced his chest, but as he died she felt him in the Force. He could have been another tool for the Emperor. Oh well.

The boy fell to the ground and she strolled away, dreaming of the day she'd kill the Emperor and earn her true master's freedom.

(This was hard!)

Sabine: AU where she's a stormtrooper

Jess: AU where she's one of the Canaries (or Birds of Prey, if you wanna go comics instead of Arrowverse)

[OOC: Sorry, but Sabine is too smart to be a stormtrooper. You get ISB.]

With her recent successes in predicting when rebel cells were likely to happen, resulting in three separate groups captured, she knew she was on her way up...but not this far up. Reporting directly to Grand Admiral Thrawn himself.

"Lieutenant Sabien Wren, reporting for duty, sir."

Ooo. I'd say good for her, but I don't know if rising through those particular ranks is a good thing. Haha.

Very interesting, thank you for writing!

It was nice, having a handler in the field again; one of the only things she missed from her assassin days. The only problem was her handler had gone silent and she had no idea where the other Birds where.

"Oracle? Hello? Do I need to pour some water on a goat's head to get a response here?"

Crap. Well, looks like it was off the playbook time.

AHHHH! Radio silence isn't usually a good thing. What's going on???

You leave me with intrigue, well done!

Also, love that line of dialogue. Jess would so fit right in. <3

Sabine-WWII AU
Ahsoka-Urban fantasy AU-your choice of creature

Very curious about this one! Not sure how I'll do, but let's give it a try.

Still working on getting my brain to boot up this morning. Filling up on coffee so should be chugging along soon.

Let's do:

Barry Allen

Matt Murdock

Logan

Matt in a pulp AU akin to John Carter or Doc Savage.

Logan: Binary Sunsets

Barry: Terry Gillian infused (Think Brazil, Time Bandits, or Baron Munchausen) High Sails drama. Prompt, elemental pirates.

Mwhahahah

Barry: AU where he's Batman (somehow) instead of the Flash.

John Diggle walks the line of illuminated glass cases, each displaying a different costume; the Atom, Aquaman, Green Arrow…

Diggle lingers for a moment, staring up into the mask set on a mannequin's face beneath a green hood and asks, "How long?"

Sitting over at his workstation watching Diggle, Cisco frowns.

"Six months now," Cisco answers. "I think? Time's kind of hard to track after a certain point of exhaustion, y'know?"

Diggle nods and moves on, stopping again when he gets to Superman's costume, turning to give Cisco a surprised look.

"How'd you guys pull this one off?"

"Actually he's one of the easiest," Cisco says. "Already faster than a speeding bullet. Hologram in, quick handling of the situation, red and blue fly out. It's like he was never gone… "

Cisco turns somber, then glances at one of his screens, checking out an alert that's popped up.

"He's back," Cisco announces.

A couple of moments later tires squeal from a tunnel just off the control deck they're situated on and Diggle turns his head to watch the jet black car that roars in and comes to a screeching stop.

The canopy slides back and a dark figure emerges; cape billowing behind him.

Seeing the Batman in person is a bit surreal, more than that is seeing the face beneath the mask when the cowl is pushed back.

The man looks like he's aged a decade in the past year. There's stubble on his chin, frown lines sunk in deep around his mouth and his features are worn but still, underneath all of that is the face of Barry Allen.

Barry doesn't seem to notice Diggle, he strides right towards Cisco, speaking as he walks.

"Joker is back in Arkham, where are we on finding Doctor Polaris?"

"Still working it," Cisco answers, "But, before we get to that, um-- "

"Barry?" Diggle speaks up as Cisco flounders.

"Diggle?" Barry turns around, surprised. "Dig!"

For a moment the rough edges and obvious exhaustion on Barry's face melts and Barry's expression brightens as he moves in and gives Diggle a hug.

"Man, it's good to see you," Barry says, holding tight.

"You too, Barry," Diggle replies, clapping the man on the back.

They keep that way for a longer moment than Diggle expects, Barry seeming reluctant to let go, but finally they each step back and Diggle looks over Barry.

Decked out in black head to toe, hanging out in what Diggle would call a spooky-ass cave, it doesn't seem natural.

Barry must feel it, because he shifts his weight a little, one foot to the other and back, then asks, "So, what brings you here?"

"Hey, I'm gonna go run diagnostics on the car, check out that shifter problem you were having," Cisco announces, abandoning his workstation and leaving the two men to talk.

Diggle watches Cisco go, then looks at Barry, "Came to check on you, man."

The light leaves Barry's features and he takes a step back, turning and walking over to the over-large computer hub Cisco had been manning.

"I'm fine," Barry says, his fingers flying over the keyboard.

"Really? Because you look exhausted," Diggle presses, moving to stand beside Barry and watch him.

"I've just been… busy," Barry replies.

On the screens information flashes by impossibly fast. Diggle can only look at it all for a few seconds before the blurring data makes him queasy and he has to turn away, but he's sure Barry is absorbing all of it.

"I know," Diggle says, moving away from the console to stand before the glass cases again. He looks them over and frowns, then turns back to Barry. "The world lost its heroes, suddenly now they're all back."

Barry finally stops what he's doing and looks at Diggle. For a moment there's sorrow in Barry's expression, then guilt and apology.

"It's just-- just for now," Barry says.

"Just for now," Diggle repeats, frown setting in deeper.

"Until we figure something out," Barry replies, firmer.

"Or until you run yourself into the ground," Diggle says. "And I mean that literally."

Barry throws a sigh, a heated sound of frustration.

"You don't understand."

"I know what you're trying to do, Barry," Diggle replies, "I even know why. But it's too much, man. There's no way you can keep this up, and you shouldn't."

"They're all gone, Diggle!" Barry says, voice rising angrily. "And the world was falling apart without them."

"So you're Batman now?" Diggle asks, tone edging towards scoffing in the face of Barry's heat.

"I'm the only one left!" Barry returns. "So I'm whoever this world needs me to be. I have to be."

Barry's tone drops off abruptly on that last sentence, anger bleeding away to weariness and sorrow, and something that sounds scarily close to resignation.

Backing down his posture, and dropping the volume of his voice, Diggle gives a small head shake and asks, "What about you, Barry? The Flash inspires hope, this world needs you."

Barry's whole bearing slumps, his shoulders drop and his frame sags inward, and the downcast look he gives Diggle breaks the man's heart.

"This world doesn't need me. It needs the people that I lost."

Augh, poor Barry. This was great to read, but -- poor Barry.

Yeah, poor Barry. This one did not go to a happy place. Thank you so much for the prompt, I really enjoyed working with it and I'm happy you had a good read. ^^

This was excellently done. I say ow! :( with the utmost respect.

Thank you! I appreciate your comments and you reading. This one was very ouchie, but I'm so glad you enjoyed it.

Barry-Space opera/sci-fi AU
Matt-Western AU
Logan-Coffee shop AU

I'll just toss one pup in for this, so:

Yamato Ishida.

Shaman or Onmyoudou mage AU.

or Avatar the Last Airbender world AU

Edited 2020-02-07 22:18 (UTC)

Yamato is the worst Firebender, but he's creative, at least. He might not be able to make even a spark of actual flame, but he can bend lightning in a dozen strange ways, supercool and then superheat the air to create shockwaves of wind, bend the heat out of water to make ice or into it to create steam, use fluctuations in heat and electricity to create electromagnetic forces strong enough to manipulate metal ...

("How are you doing that?" Jyou, Taichi's waterbending teacher, asks while they're at the Northern Water Tribe, upon seeing Yamato reshaping a chunk of metal in the air above his hands.

"Anything can be fire if you just stop caring about what words mean," Yamato replies mildly.)

When Taichi sets out on his journey as the Avatar, Yamato goes with him as a ... bodyguard. Not one of his teachers, Taichi's a genius at conventional firebending and has no grasp of the strange workaround methods Yamato uses, so there's nothing Yamato can teach him, but as Taichi points out, he could always use a guard.

They pick up more people wherever they go -- an airbending teacher, an inventor, an earthbending teacher, a waterbending teacher and sometimes medic -- and each time, Yamato claims that the group is getting too large and unwieldy, and each time, nobody ever listens.

He doesn't ... mind, he decides eventually. But he's still going to complain.

Oh wow. I really like this!

This is brilliant.

Alright, I got three for ya, choose whichever inspires.

AU 1: Yamato belonging to the Arrowverse (I mean, c'mon, after his and Barry's latest convo I had to)

AU 2: Normalcy. The Digital World isn't a thing and Yamato's life continues on the path it would have if he'd never been picked up at summer camp. (Alternatively: Takeru gets picked up and Yamato is left behind).

AU 3: Yamato Ishida: Vampire Hunter

I had to ponder AU 2 for a while to try and figure out what it would be like (and I do want to try writing AU 1 at some point, too), but here goes.

I think what we can really learn from this is that the Chosen are a bunch of jocks and without the Digital World would've mostly ended up in sporting careers. Also that I couldn't think of a non-depressing way of ending this without veering away from the AUness a tiny bit at the end.

Summer camp is ... summer camp. Yamato's grateful for a week with Takeru, even if he resents the presence of five other people in their cabin, resents that acting like an older brother seems to come so much more easily to Yagami, especially resents that every day that ticks down is another day closer to his normal life.

It's uneventful. A few boys steal the Izumi kid's laptop and toss it in the lake. Yamato returns the favour by putting the ringleader's head halfway through the wall of the camp's shrine, and convincing him that he can apologise or find out what it's like to get smashed through the other half. The Kido boy berates him for getting into a fight. Sora berates him for damaging the wall of the shrine.

Then it's over.

---

Takeru still visits yearly, and he's so different every time that Yamato can't help himself from snapping at the kid sometimes, as if that will change anything. He's never getting back the time they lost, and every time the kid visits, it's a reminder that they've lost another year.

At school, things are ... well, Yamato was sure that Yagami's campaign to be his friend would have died out by the time they hit twelve. They're fourteen now, and Yagami still whines at him to join the soccer team, still invites him out for late night ramen runs, still insists on going to his music gigs. Yamato's not sure how to convince him that he isn't interested in being the other boy's friend. Punching doesn't work. Just saying 'we're not friends' doesn't work.

"Have you ever thought of joining a band?" Yagami asks over lunch one day.

Yamato snorts. "I don't work well with people."

Yagami makes an agreeable noise at that, and goes back to peering at his magazine article on the mysterious disappearance of Professor Yukio Oikawa.

---

When they graduate, Yagami gets signed on pretty quickly as soccer player, Sora leaves Tokyo and practically cuts off contact with her family to pursue a career in tennis, and Kido crashes and burns out of med school in spectacular fashion.

Yamato does what angry young men have done for centuries and makes a living with his fists. And feet. And knees and elbows. Fighting pays well, having screaming fans and sports journalists chasing him down gives his confidence a string of much needed if sadly temporary boosts, and most of the time he can ignore the feeling that he's coasting along without ever really making a difference to the world, without doing anything to make himself better, or to help anyone else.

He starts to hate it eventually. Not the job itself, not at first, but the attention that comes with it, and the feeling that he could be doing more, should be. He makes time to see Takeru whenever he can, but he falls out of contact with Yagami fast now that they don't have high school to keep them together, and he just gets angrier.

His left arm and shoulder start to hurt by the time he's twenty-six, and he should stop fighting for a while, see a doctor, get it fixed, but he doesn't. He ignores it until it feels like it's on fire every time he moves it, and then he keeps ignoring it.

The summer that year is unseasonably cold, snowy even, and in the middle of a snowstorm, in some back end of Tokyo that he's managed to get a few moments peace and quiet in, something drops out of the sky like a meteor and lands at his feet.

He plucks it from the snow, blinks at it, because it's a smooth metal device with three buttons, and the screen is blinking at him.

Then the sky rips open, and before he knows it, he's being dragged in.

Oh wow, this is sad and fascinating. *hugs Yamato*

:D, I'm glad you liked it.

I had a hell of a time figuring out what career he'd even go into if he didn't have canon's confidence boosts to help push him into piloting-and-also-space. 'Yakuza enforcer' was on the table at one point.

Oh man, AUGH! Yamato!

Like, leaving this prompt I knew it was going to be rough, but AUUGH, this still hurts me (in the best of ways, of course)!

I don't know what kills me more, the way things go with Takeru or with Taichi. I mean really, he's losing a brother in both cases and they both hurt.

NGL though, I feel like Yamato would be a fighter I'd pay money to watch.

That constant, lingering feeling that he should be doing more is another ache, and the end. OH MAN, talk about a damn cliffhanger. I'd be so interested to know how this life-hardened version of Yamato (and the variants of the other Chosen) would handle the Digital World.

Awesome writing, thank you so much!

:D! I'm glad you liked it.

Disney AU either a fairy tale or a show like DuckTales, your choice

Ooh I love a good AU.

Cassian Andor
Quentin
Sameth
Moist von Lipwig
Demeter

Cassian: Star Trek AU.

Quentin: Harry Potter AU.

Sameth in a space opera "Bury Us"

Cassian in a high sails world. "Sunseeker"

Got 3 for Cassian, whichever one floats your boat *G*

AU 1: Cassian as a 'take this job and shove it' stormtrooper

AU 2: WWII spy Cassian

AU 3: He's a hamster. That's it, a hamster. Whether he's a wild hamster, a class pet or Bolt the Wonder dog's sidekick, that's up to you. But, a hamster.

Cassian sent a brief thank you to the cloudy skies as he kept his collar up and moved through the alley. The quiet in the city was unnerving and could go against him but he would make it work.

At the rendezvous, she met him, her green eyes sharp and noting everything, she went by Dust and only knew him as Snow, but he trusted her. They would get the intel on the new weapon out to where it needed to be.

He lifted his chin and she nodded and now together they went through the streets, there was a train they had get onto.

Edited 2020-02-08 01:12 (UTC)

Ooooo, love the mood and scene set by this one. Fantastic.

Late late late, and also unfortunately scarce lately (I really need to remedy that), but in with Sariel Rager.

Star Wars AU!

Super duper belated, but...

USUAL TRIBE:
Sam Linnfer
Molly Hayes
Minerva McGonagall
Raoul of Goldenlake
Phil Coulson
Snow Leopard Woman
Victoria
War
Poe Dameron
BB-8

BONUS RABBLE:
Dr Max DeBryn
Nebula
Aziraphael
Crowley
Carol Danvers
Bumblebee
Singularity
Bets Hilton
Selina Kyle (Bale!movie flavour)
Harley Quinn (DCU)

Edited 2020-02-10 01:49 (UTC)

Molly in Tyler Marlocke|Moonshadow's world. :d?

Alright, lets go then.

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Video Killed the Radio Star AU

"Gooooood morning!" There are two hosts, of course - there's always two. But one is more... more than the other, and always has been. He's the one you cross the street to get away from. He's the one you're fairly sure can see you, even though he isn't really inside your television.

You're pretty sure he isn't, anyway.

"Many hands makes a worker even more efficient and pleasing to the Smiling God. Welcome to Desert Bluffs and Greater Metropolitan Area." He intones cheerfully, as perky as a daisy, with a smile that...

It's...

It has so many teeth.

So many.

The television now stands where the radio used to. You don't need a radio now, after all - the old radio station, with its tower and the pulsing red light on top... well. It's all gone now. Not even a shell of a building left behind. It had no part in the new era, your boss said. He said it like it was a decree, which it was - Strex pulled down that building. There will be a new building there, a temple.

A temple to the Smiling God.

You don't know what happened to the old radio host.

This is a lie.

It is a lie you tell yourself so you can sleep at night, so you don't have to go on remembering. They broadcasted it live, after all. The very first television show of the new community television station.

His blood is still sprayed along the back of the newsroom set, behind the man with the smile and the woman with the nervous tic. It was bright red, once.

You try to think of it as paint.

Oh wow. That was just creepy. I kind of had a mix of Max Headroom and Mojo from Marvel Comics in my head reading about this video star.

Thankee! The video star here is Kevin, who... is technically Cecil's double, the (once) radio host for Desert Bluffs...

And completely homicidal and insane.

ZOMG, dude be creepy.

Friday DE: Do you, uh, AU?

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Barry: Masks

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