Goth girl Eponine who always goes against the grain of her high school normalcy. She dyes her hair wild colors and wears heavy makeup. It’s both a statement and a form of her self expression. She takes zero bullshit from anyone, even calling teachers and staff out on their prejudice.
Cheerleader Cosette who is well known around the school because not only is she on the squad but she is also super nice and gorgeous. She always tries to be fair and treats everyone with respect. Even so, she stands her ground when she needs to and defends what she believes in.
Eponine who has a giant crush on the cheerleader in her class because not only is she really pretty, but she has good morals.
Cosette who has a falls for the goth girl’s confidence to be herself and fight for what’s important to her, and wow okay she’s hot too.
A GIANT-ASS THANK YOU TO BEYOURSOLDIER WHO HELPED PLAN THE AU AND WRITE THE LONG DESCRIPTION BELOW THIS WOULD NOT BE POSSIBLE WITHOUT YOUR AMAZINGNESS
HICCUP HADDOCK III. Was raised in a family legendary for their skills in hunting for sport - something Hiccup has never excelled in. After disappointing his father once again when actually adopting an animal he finds in the forest (and naming him Toothless, of all things!), Hiccup is demoted to help run Gobber’s auto shop. One day Granny calls him in to repair a broken stove and (with much awkward fumbling and maybe a little deja vu) he meets a red-headed waitress named Merida.
MERIDA DUNBROCH. Works at Granny’s Diner to save up for the day she gets to see the world beyond Storybrooke’s boundaries (despite her mother’s disapproval). When not at work, she runs out into the woods and practices her archery. One afternoon, she breaks her compound bow and (having no where else to go) decides to seek the local mechanic’s help. Hiccup agrees to fix the bow, which in turn leads to an unlikely friendship (that seems to be a bit too familiar to both of them).
JACK FROST. Having no known relatives in Storybrooke, he lives with the Bennett family who was kind enough to take him in. Widely avoided in town (though no one really understood why they felt the urge to ignore him), he’s been known to be a bit of a loner. Currently part of the staff of the mental ward in which Belle was kept in secret. Was sometimes assigned to her cell, and found himself being especially nice and offering her extra pudding because she reminded him of a little girl he thinks he might have known (Hint: Emma). One day he goes to pick Sophie up from daycare when lo and behold he meets a blonde girl named Rapunzel.
RAPUNZEL CORONA. Adopted and raised by Mother Gothel, who runs Storybrooke’s daycare center. She frequently takes over the place when Gothel leaves to run errands. It is here where she befriends a boy named Jack Frost, who (since then) starts to visit the daycare more and more frequently …to help care for the children, of course. (Surprisingly, he is amazing with kids.) When not at the center, she mostly stays stuck in her room or by the house where she likes to draw the citizens who pass by or the wildflowers that grow by the water.
aaaand now I’m thinking about a choir/theatre au with senior Mark who gets every solo at concerts and every male lead in the school play and is just generally popular and loved, and shy Baritone Ethan who has a huge crush and is the understudy for Mark’s love interest at the school play. On their opening night the love interest’s actor is sick so Ethan is on and Mark doesn’t even give him a second glance until Eth starts singing and DAMN so they try to outdo each other during their duet even though it’s supposed to be a gentle love song… and then for every next performance night they’re making out before the show or getting cuddly during rehearsals and the drama teacher is so done with everything she doesn’t get paid enough for this
Destiel meet au where the boys are in high school and they’re both super popular but they’re kind of rivals.
Maybe because Cas was new at the school in their last year and he’s so clumsy and he kinda shoved Dean-the-captain-of-the-WhateverSportYouLike-team without meaning to and Dean turns like ‘what’s your problem weird new guy?’ And so Cas fucking owns that shove and glares the shit outta Dean and Dean kinda loves it because *hot damn* but these guy doesn’t know him and he’s glaring like there’s no tomorrow so now they hate each other.
So they glare their way through every lunch, and through prom and through applying to the same university and through their graduation ‘cause their stubborn shits. They get into that same university and run into each other regularly and goddamn it Dean is so fucking beautiful Cas kinda times their coffee-shop run-ins without knowing Dean times their bookstore run-ins and they’re so stupid. And they both love ThisGreatBookYouAlsoLove and the author comes to that bookstore to sign copies of it and they both go.
Cas is at the end of the line with his friends when Dean comes in immersed on his phone and Cas’ heart does not skip a bit shut up because Dean is actually cutting line, like right in front of Cas wtf? And Cas cannot be ok with it and he goes “Hey, dude! Get in line!” All furious and cute and Dean is a little bit out of breath because he hadn’t realize Cas was here, that means they both like this book, that’s so awesome. But he’s so scary too and Dean goes “Woah, sorry man, I didn’t even see you there” but it comes out all wrong, it sounds like Dean suggested Cas and his friends are insignificant and Cas is now furious and his friends are dead silent because no one wants a furious Cas.
“Oh no, you did!” Cas says “You’re just expecting us to be okay with it because of your pretty face, but your gonna have to wait like all the rest of us” he’s all flirty rage and Dean’s eyes are huge with surprise but he doesn’t miss a beat and he’s like “Excuse you blue-eyes-that-shine-brighter-than-sapphires? Who are you blaming for being pretty? I’m just hoping to ask out TheAuthor, but if you go first I’ll have zero chance of doing that! Can you blame me for watching my back?” And his crooked smile is so attractive Cas can’t deny now his heart is not functioning normally, but his mouth is. “Oh c'mon! You want us to watch your back so we let you cut on account of the way your ass looks in those jeans, but it won’t work, so Get.In.Line” Cas is squinting so adorably now, glaring like he did when they met and Dean fully grins when he answers “You know what? Fine. I’ll get in line, hopefully I’ll get a look at your ass so it’s a bigger win then taking TheAuthor out to get coffee” he practically said Cas was better than TheAuthor, or at least that his ass is and that is like TheBestCompliment so Cas blushes like a virgin while Dean walks to stand behind his friends.
After they get their books signed Dean catches up with Cas and stops him before he makes it out of the bookstore after his friends. Dean has a pen in his hand and he unabashedly takes Cas’ hand and scribbles down his phone number while Cas stares at his lips without shame now. When he’s done Dean shrugs and says “Y'know I can wear these jeans whenever you like so, you just give me a call” he winks at Cas and Cas can’t help his chuckle. “Okay, then, I will” Cas says before he exits the store, leaving behind an excited and blushing Dean.
Dean/Cas, high school AU, rivals to friends/lovers? (And it's nice to see you back, I like your writing a lot, I hope things are okay for you!)
Dean wasn’t exactly a bad student but he’d never been particularly great at anything. Math was his best subject and most of the time he got A’s or B’s in that but he wasn’t like some super genius. That would be Sam.
When he started wrestling, he thought he’d finally found something he was great at. Coach Blevins was impressed with him and since Benny Lafitte was graduating in a year, there didn’t seem to be anything holding Dean back from becoming the next team captain.
Until Castiel freaking Novak showed up.
Castiel transferred early in the year, easily making the team. Then, just before the start of the season in November, he managed to squeeze up into Dean’s weight class.
During their first match at practice, Castiel had Dean pinned in ten seconds flat.
DC AU Final Questions: If Snart's three students had to either take on a veteran hero or a seasoned villain in order to graduate from school and become full fledged villains, which hero or villain would they take on? Also, if they succeeded or flunked during their greatest trial, what would Snart's reactions be to them failing?
Hmm, this is tough, in part because it feels to me like taking on a hero or a seasoned villain wouldn’t just be a test for Len’s class, but would be like a graduation project where they have to combine skills from all of their classes? Like a captstone project or honors’ thesis or their SATs haha.
So I’m gonna work with that assumption, and with the assumption that maybe it’s a project not all students taken on, but only the ones who want to graduate and go on to major villainhood (as opposed to the ones who want to become minor villains or henchmen?). So it’s the top students, and not everyone, who are really aiming to try their hand at a fully fledged seasoned hero or villain. (Also because you said just three, and I’m assuming the average class size is bigger than that?)
So hmm, Len is mentoring three students who want to pull off a heist as their major villainy project then. Which hero or villain, that’s… huh. So Len is used to facing off against the Flash, and thinking about it, he definitely wouldn’t advise his students to take on Batman or the Bat Family (but maybe Nightwing if any of them?) and might hesitate to send them up against Superman. He adores Wonder Woman so he wouldn’t send his students up against her. He wouldn’t know enough about Aquaman to have good enough advice for his students on that front… maybe Cyborg though?
So I’m thinking the short list looks like Flash, Green Arrow, Black Canary, the Green Lantern, maybe Shazaam, Cyborg, The Atom…
Hmm, on a slightly more villainous angle, I can see him sending his students up against Huntress, Penguin, maybe Harley Quinn if she’s not with Joker… again, he’d keep his students away from the heaviest hitters (Lex Luthor, Joker) or ones with powers that border on or resemble magic (Poison Ivy, Abra Kadabra, Dr. Alchemy). That applies to heroes too, I don’t think Len would ever send his students up against someone like Zatanna. Magic, mind control, and anything similar, all makes for variables he doesn’t like to navigate. He likes to be able to predict what’s gonna happen. Green Lantern is a bit different, idk why I just think that Len wouldn’t mind facing him, particularly Hal.
Anyway, I digress. Point is, there’s lots of options, and this is a pretty limited list. I’m biased and would assume Len would want students he’s mentoring to face off against The Flash or Kid Flash, but since they’re students, I actually wonder if the most likely choice isn’t the Teen Titans??
Assuming the three students are allowed to have at least of skeleton crew of henchmen to help them out, they could conceivably come up with a plan to steal something that would cause them to alert and thus face off against the Teen Titans. Len’s mentorship would be largely in giving them a bit of advice but since it’s a student project he can’t be heavily involved, just steers them away from getting themselves killed by doing anything too crazy and picking the wrong heroes/villains, and makes sure they have a suitable target for the heist in mind. The rest is up to them.
As for if they failed… that’s tough tbh. Of course he’d be frustrated, but what villain hasn’t failed against the heroes a time or three. I think the success/fail grading would be scaled not just on ‘did they get caught’ but on a whole series of metrics from the strength of their plan, their chosen target, how they kept their cool, how they dealt with needing to improvise, their fighting skills and back up plans, etc.
So them failing means they did a bad job on a few fronts, and Len would be pissed because he taught them better than that.
But if failing just means they got caught/stopped by their adversary, I think Len would have some more sympathy for them, and push them to up their game and retake the test, maybe? “No you know what it’s really like out there on the fly. If you wanna be in this game for real, you can’t let every setback knock you down. The heroes don’t, after all.” (that’s not quite what he’d say, it’s a bit too straightforward and soft, but you get the gist of it).
((So, I have a week of school left, and then another week where I just need to get my room and shit organized so I can hopefully feel a little better. I’m hopefully going to be recording something with 2p Sweden, AKA Harald soon, but that won’t be for a few weeks. Until I’m done with the shit I’ve got going on, I won’t be posting, but please feel free to send in asks. Thanks guys))
I REALLY WANT AN EGOBANG FIC THATS A HIGH SCHOOL AU BUT INSTEAD OF BEING STUDENTS THEYRE BOTH TEACHERS IN THE SAME SCHOOL AND LIKE ARINS AN ART TEACHER AND DANS A CHORUS TEACHER AND THEY ACT KINDA GAY WHILE AROUND EACH OTHER LIKE MAYBE BUTTS ARE QUIETLY GRABBED WHEN THEY PASS IN THE HALLWAYS AND STUFF LIKE THAT AND THEIR STUDENTS JUST KNOW THEYRE FUCKING AND THEY ALL SHIP IT REALLY HARD EVEN THOUGH DAN AND ARIN WONT ADMIT IT AND MAYBE THEY FUCK IN A CLASSROOM AT SOME POINT IDK
MAYBE ILL WRITE THIS ONE DAY BUT IM NOT GOING TO DO IT ENOUGH JUSTICE AND IM ALREADY WORKING ON A THING FFFUCK
Here it is, the promised 100 follower story! Yes, it’s the black and white soulmate AU, where you can only see in black and white until you kiss you soulmate. I know, I know, it’s been done a million times, but I liked the idea.
Genre/AU: Black and white soulmate AU, fluff, a bit of angst but it’s not much. Oneshot.
Summary: Dan is stuck in his boring, black and white world of annoying girls and parents who just don’t understand (it’s not a phase, mom!)… that is, until a new kid appears at school.
Word Count: 2,285 oops I got a little carried away
Warnings: A leeeeetle bit of angst and much stereotype many overdone wow
Other tags: black and white AU, soulmate AU, high school phan
(btw this is written in first person, idk I thought it would fit better. It’s a little different so let me know if you like it or not)
Ever since I was a little kid, I had always been fascinated by the idea of seeing in color. Of course, I had only ever seen in what my parents called “black-and-white”, so I really had no clue what I was missing, but I wanted to see it anyways. It sounded so amusing; strawberries being a different shade than blueberries, and lemons being different from limes, though they all looked the same to me.
I started looking for my soulmate early. Of course, in the beginning I never wanted to really find my soulmate- I just wanted to see the fun color my parents love so much. I would go around kissing everyone on the playground, testing to see if anything changed. Of course, it never did, and all that casual kissing just made everyone think I was a freak.
I stopped going around doing that because I realized how creepy it was sometime in primary school, and I figured that I had gone this long without this mysterious “color” in my life, I could go longer. I could wait.
Today was no different. I walked into high school, bumping shoulders with people because, for some reason, if you ever walked anywhere with a hood up you were instantly invisible. That was ok though; I didn’t mind it. Being invisible was interesting, really; I saw things no one else did. I knew who snuck off during classes to make out in the stairwells. I knew who brought razors with them to school and I would take them from their bags when I passed them in the halls. And being invisible meant I wouldn’t have to deal with Pam.
Pam wasn’t mean; no, Pam was just annoying. She followed me around everywhere, clinging to me and talking in her annoying, high pitched voice and laughing like a goddamn horse. She was completely convinced that I was her soulmate, and she wouldn’t lay off it.
Today she caught me right outside of first period English.
“Daaaaaan!!” She squealed, latching onto my arm the second she saw me. I groaned and shook her off.
“How are you today? I’m doing amazing, thanks. Oh, my gosh, how was your weekend? I went ice skating with my family, it was so much fun, we should go ice skating Friday night, what do you say?” She said breathlessly.
“I hate ice skating.” I said, plunking down in my seat.
Her face fell, then immediately brightened. “Oooh! I know, let’s have a picnic! You love picnics, right? I can make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches!”
“I’m allergic to peanut butter.”
“Ok, ham sandwiches?”
She frowned. “Fine, cheese sandwiches?”
“Hey, I think his point is less that he can’t eat that stuff and more that he doesn’t want to eat it with you.” A voice behind her said.
I glanced up to see a tall boy with dark hair smiling down at Pam.
Pam’s mouth fell open. She looked so surprised I couldn’t help but snicker. The boy dropped his book bag into the seat next to mine.
“Hey, I sit there!” Pam said, pointing at gaping indignantly at the seat.
The boy just raised his eyebrows. “Not today.”
Pam scoffed, grabbed her sequined backpack off the floor, and stormed to the other side of the room, throwing her bag into another seat and give a death glare to the girls sitting around her.
I smiled appreciatively at the boy. “Thanks.”
He grinned back. “No problem. Not your type?” I shook my head rapidly and he laughed. “My name’s Phil.” He said, sticking out his hand.
“Dan.” I said, shaking it. “Are you new here? I haven’t seen you around.”
Phil smiled. “Yeah, it’s my first day. Oh, where’s the history classroom? I’ve got that one next but I’ve got no clue where it is.”
“Oh, here, let me see your schedule.” I said, taking the crumpled paper out of his hand. I smoothed it on the table to get a better look at it. “I have history next as well, so I can take you there. Then you’ve got maths, that’s in the other building but I’ve got Photography and the maths room is on the way to that. Looks like we’ve also got French together.”
Phil glanced at the paper, then at me. “Cool, you don’t mind showing me around?”
And as I smiled up at him, I answered honestly; “Not at all.”
After French, we both had lunch, so I brought Phil out to the courtyard with me, where I usually had lunch.
“Wow, this school is just… beautiful.” Phil said, as he looked around the courtyard, and it was true; the area where they were was filled with soft grass, park benches, and flowering trees and bushes. I sneezed and Phil laughed.
“Allergies got you down?” Phil giggles.
I chuckled. “Maybe. But it’s worth it.”
Phil surveyed the courtyard again. “Oh, for sure. Shall we sit? There’s benches everywhere.” He said, pointing to the nearest park bench.
I grimaced a bit. “Well, I don’t like the benches much, actually… Besides, I know a better spot.” I said, smiling a bit.
Phil shrugged. “You know this school better than I do. Lead the way!”
I led Phil through the trees and over a short stone wall into a clearing in a grotto of cherry trees that were mid-bloom. Phil couldn’t help but gape at the gorgeous trees, but I just laughed at his reaction and sat on a bed of the fallen flowers.
“It’s so beautiful…” Phil said, nearly speechless.
Phil smiled. “‘Course it is, otherwise why would we be here? It’s not technically on school grounds, though, so… Shh.” I held a finger to my lips.
“Of course.” Phil plopped down with his cafeteria tray next to me, picking up a blossom and stroking its petals in his hand. “It’s such a shame I don’t have my color yet. I wish I did… My dad once took my mum and I to some woods, and they told me the colors of everything. I think they told me these were something called pink, and the leaves were green… But it all looks the same to me.” Phil said, letting the wind blow away the flower.
I nodded knowingly. “I can’t wait to get my color. There’s a few kids at this school who already have theirs; they’re the lucky ones, I suppose.”
Phil laughed. “And then there’s the ones who are convinced their color is right within their reach, they just need to realize their feelings for each other.”
I put my head in my hands. “Oh, God, don’t get me started on Pam. She’s been convinced since 7th grade that we’re soulmates, and no one can put her off it! But there’s not chance she is, I can’t stand her.”
Phil chuckled, taking a bite of his lunch. “Well, you never know. Sometimes your soulmate is right in front of you, only you don’t realize it yet.”
And when I glanced back over at Phil, something… changed. I suddenly saw a glimpse of something: in Phil’s right eye- there. There was a tiny bit of it, and for just a second, it hadn’t been grey.
I was startled, to say the least. It had to be grey; everything was grey, until you found your color. It was white or black or grey. But for only a second, that tiny piece of Phil’s eye- it hadn’t been any of those.
It was a different color; bright and colorful and shiny and new and fresh and airy. I didn’t know what to think of it.
“Um… Dan?” Phil said, waving his hand in front of my face.
“Huh? Sorry, didn’t catch that.” I said, snapping back into reality.
Phil laughed, his tongue slipping out the side of his mouth. "I asked if the cafeteria food is always this mediocre.”
“Sorry, it is. Today’s a good day for it, actually…” I said, smiling up at Phil.
He shrugged, leaning back on his hands. “Better than my old school.”
I snickered. “Yeah, be glad you didn’t go to our middle school. They had hot dogs there, and they were just awful- there was a running rumor that they were made out of car tires. And when you dropped them, they bounced. Not, like, a little bounce, either; like, two feet in the air.”
“You’re kidding.” He giggled.
“I am not!” I said, lying back with my hands behind my head.
Phil laughed harder, pushing his fringe out of his eyes with one hand. “That’s amazing. I kind of wish we had bouncing hot dogs, it would make lunch much more interesting.” He looked over at me. “Hey, thanks for showing me around today. I really appreciate it, without you I would be totally lost.”
I grinned at him. “No problem.”
I walked Phil home. It wasn’t on the way, but I convinced him it was. I wanted to hang out with him for a bit longer, to be around this boy and get to know him. Besides, I was interested to see if his eyes would change again.
If they did, I didn’t see it. I went home, a bit disgruntled, but still happy. It wasn’t a waste of time if I got to talk to Phil a bit longer. I couldn’t explain what it was about this boy, but he was… different. He was easy to talk to, he shared my weird sense of humor, and he was really nice.
I couldn’t help but smile as I walked back to my house, thinking about the day and the touch of fate that had brought this strange boy into my life.
A week later, and I’m bringing Phil out to the cherry blossom grove for lunch every day. The day after we had eaten there for the first time, I didn’t intend to go back for a bit since my legs were sore and it was a bit of a walk, but Phil pouted until I brought him back, and the smile that lit up his face was worth my aching legs. We had spent quite a lot of time together, actually- the fact that we had nearly every class together didn’t hurt.
“Hey.” Phil poked me with his pencil. “Are you even listening to me?”
I shake my head to clear it. “Sorry, no. What were you saying?”
Phil smiled. “I was saying we should hang out after school, go get ice cream or something?”
“Sounds great!” I smiled, and he grinned back at me before we returned to our schoolwork.
Phil winced as he took another lick of his ice cream. “Note to self- carrot cake is a terrible ice cream flavor. I mean, really, whose idea was this?”
I laughed. “Who knows? Can’t be the same guy that came up with chocolate-vanilla swirl, this stuff is awesome.”
Phil tossed his cone in a garbage bin, then smiled slyly at mine. “If it’s that good, can I have some?”
“No!” I said, pulling my ice cream away from him. “My ice cream.”
“Oh, please? Just a little? Just a taste?” Phil wined, circling around me.
“No!” I giggled.
“Come on, Dan, one bite. One bite, please?”
“Absolutely not.” I laughed.
“Pleeeeeaaaseee?” Phil whimpered, shooting me puppy dog eyes no one could resist.
I sighed and lowered my cone. “Fine. One bite.”
“Yay!” Phil cried, taking a huge bite. “You’re right,” he said as he swallowed, “it really is good.”
“You know, we could go back and get you different ice cream.” I said.
He shrugged. “Yeah, but it tastes so much better when it’s someone else’s.” He grabbed my hand and took another lick.
“Hey!” I said, pulling my cone away from him, but his hand stayed firmly locked on my own.
I looked over at him, a smile playing on my lips, and- there- it happened again.
In his eyes again. There it was again, that… something. It wasn’t grey or black or white. It was that same bright color, that… blue. Soft and piercing at the same time, icy and kind.
I guess I stared a moment too long, because Phil stared back, confused. “Dan? You ok?”
“Oh. Yeah! I’m fine.” I said.
“Are you sure? You looked really shaken there for a second.” Phil said, placing his hand lightly on my shoulder. I glanced down at it.
A tiny patch of his hand was glowing.
Well, not glowing. But it stood out so differently from the rest of his pale grey skin that it might as well have been. This wasn’t the same rich shade I had seen in his hair and his eyes- no, this was lighter and softer-looking. Peach- that’s what my parents had called the color of skin.
Phil shook my shoulder lightly. “Dan?”
I lifted my head and looked straight into his confused eyes, then, in a second, closed the space between us. Noses bumping, lips clashing, eyes shut.
When I pulled away, my whole world had changed in an instant. All I could do was stare.
Trees burst to life before my eyes, leaves becoming hues of gold and yellow and red and green I could only have dreamed of before. Shops had brightly-colored displays and benches that used to be grey were red and yellow.
And Phil; Phil had color brighter than anything I had ever seen.
Black hair so dark it should’ve been impossible, a red shirt, navy jeans, and the most incredible eyes I could even imagine; blue and green and yellow, all whirled together into eyes that looked straight through your soul, into your very being, and yet still were soft and kind and caring.
“Oh, wow.” I breathed. “Isn’t it gorgeous?”
Phil stared at me, baffled. “Isn’t what?“
*EDIT*: I WROTE A SEQUEL. IT’S CALLED FADING TO GREY AND YOU SHOULD READ IT. FIND IT HERE.