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SatanicPANIC!

Tiny little Ryden horror AU where Brendon thinks that he's being haunted by a demon so him and Ryan try their best to learn more about it and exorcise it away. Spoiler alert, Ryan isn't what Brendon thinks he is and he himself isn't aware either.

- middle aged man yaoi tennis rec center meet-cute

- sandkobra but Mr. Sandman can see into peoples dreams (transmasc Kobra) (with background tgirl Party x tboy Ghoul)

- high school summer break (the summer b4 college), comic book store (Gerard is his coworker) employee Pete x Record store employee Mikey. Flash forwards like twenty years later and now they’re married and run a record store/alt boutique

- Modern royalty (like the kingdoms are accepting of queer shit) Crown Prince Pete x (Second son bc Gerard) Prince Mikey (Mikey is transmasc)

- college dnd club AU (Gerard is the DM) (Pete is transmasc) Just general Bandom shenanigans with some side gabilliam and rayrard

- Modern AU (like 2026 I guess) high school teacher AU Mikey teaches band and Pete teaches AP literature (their students ship them)

- (this one is extremely specific so bear with me) so Pete is the son of a noble and he has this crystal necklace, it’s a family heirloom and it is said to protect the wearer from danger. Pete doesn’t believe this myth, but it’s true. Inside the pendant is the soul of a brave knight (Mikey), which has been trapped in that necklace for 500 years. One day Pete’s father gets mad at him and breaks his necklace, claiming it was “not for the men in this family” (The pendant was given to him by his mother, who died when he was young, and since he had no sisters, it was given to him), and then Mikey comes of of the broken shards of crystal.

- high school band INOK Saxophone player Pete x Viola player Mikey (background Illiray bc OBVIOUSLY)

basing all of this on the tom holland/zendaya/jacob batalon mcu movies because those are the ones I have the best recollection of (rewatched all of them before bnd). also anon i see u i'll respond in a bit i just gotta get in the writing mood love u twin ty for the req I have many thoughts lelelele

So we all know that The Fab Four are basically just the band’s alter egos, right? And their names (Party Poison, Fun Ghoul, Kobra Kid, Jet Star) in my opinion kinda sound like something that would come out of My Hero Academia or something.

So here’s the idea;

MCR members, simultaneously in the Revenge and Danger Days Eras (I’ll explain in comments), as aspiring heroes in the MHA universe. Here’s the breakdown of characters and their quirks:

Gerard Way

Hero Name: Party Poison

Quirk: Poisonous (not sure if that’s already a thing)

Quirk Description: Has a variety of features; while it’s not exactly their blood itself that’s poisonous, a drop of it can turn a certain liquid into something potentially toxic. They can also use their quirk for the reverse effect (taking something radioactive and making it safe to use).

Positive Aspects: Makes them immune to any poisons or venoms—this comes in handy with their younger brother’s quirk, which I’ll get to momentarily. They are also durable against certain chemicals, the most it’ll really do is mild irritation to their skin (which usually clears up quickly, depending on how high exposure levels are).

Negative Aspects: Harder to control when they’re stressed—in those moments they can seriously harm others with their quirk, so they wear hazmat gloves just to be safe.

Hero Outfit: Very similar to what we see in the “Danger Days” music videos, but the mask is more like a visor and the jacket is more suitable for battle.

Mikey Way

Hero Name: Kobra Kid

Quirk: Snake Venom

Quirk Description: Similar to his sibling’s, except instead of a drop of his blood, it’s injected via clawing or biting—both of which he does frequently. While it’s not lethal, it can disable the recipient for a few minutes or even a few hours, depending on how much he “injects” into their system. (He has bitten Gerard (out of stress) a few but because their quirk causes immunity it mostly just stings for them.)

Positive Aspects: Like Gerard, Mikey has immunity to most venoms/poisons. What’s especially cool is that he can transfer his quirk onto objects like needles or small knives.

Negative Aspects: Given that his quirk is produced via stabbing, clawing, and bitting, it can serve as a problem when he’s overwhelmed and unable to think straight—usually leading him to hurt others without meaning to, so he often feels guilty once he’s calmed down even though he knows he has trouble controlling it.

Hero Outfit: Kind of a cobra-like design; the “hood” activates when a threat approaches from behind, kinda working like a shield. The scaled look is made to keep unwanted weapons from stabbing/hitting him, so basically like an amour.

Frank Iero

Hero Name: Fun Ghoul

Quirk: Spirit

Quirk Description: Pretty self explanatory; he can manifest himself into a ghost-like state, and can sometimes turn himself invisible.

Positive Aspects: It really works well with his personality as a prankster—he freaked out Gee once by hiding their stuff in the most random places, which Mikey found hilarious. The same cannot be said for Gerard, though. He can also possess people, though that’s only when he really wants to be an asshole.

Negative Aspects: The amount of time he can use his quirk is limited; if uses it for too long or too often, he goes into a catatonic state that can last for hours. Sometimes he even goes into a coma-like state that goes on for a week at the minimum. He’s not entirely sure if it can kill him, and he feels that’s probably the scariest part about his quirk.

Hero Outfit: Heavily influenced by Spawn and Moon Knight. I think that’s enough of a description to give you an idea.

Ray Toro

Hero Name: Jet Star

Quirk: TBD

Quirk Description: TBD

Literally everything here else I need to think on, please send ideas in comments or reblogs.

Yet another ftytd edit because my hyperfixation bleeds into everything I do

also, here’s the link to the fic if you’d like to read it!

▶︎intro!◀︎

hi everyone, this is skelly aka @envy-malice-attention. i thought it would be best to make a sideblog for this au since it doesn't have a lot in common with most of my other content on there and i wanted people to be able to follow along without needing to hear all my other bullshit lmao.

if you've never heard of this au and are looking for a place to start, check out this website for info about the characters and their relationships. then, scroll through the #old tag on this blog to see everything i posted on main before making this blog. from there, feel free to explore whatever else is posted here!

▶︎faq!◀︎

q: is there a reading order? a: nope! it's intended to be a non-linear story. read anything you'd like in any order :)

q: will this be released as a long fic on ao3? a: maybe. that would require me finishing all the stories in order and i have no idea how long that would take me.

q: why do you take so long to write? a: low self-esteem + adhd. i promise if it seems like i've disappeared, i haven't. i'm just a very slow writer.

q: can i send asks/requests for this au? a: YES! i thrive off of interaction when it comes to my work. please please ask me what these guys are up to and i will be happy to provide info.

q: so is this an ask blog? a: i can't draw fast enough to keep up with a traditional tumblr ask blog, but i might doodle some things here and there. don't expect anything crazy though, it's mainly a written au.

q: why is x tag on this post? a: all people tagged on this post appear as characters in this au. tagged ships will feature in this au to varying degrees, though the main ship is ryden.

okay that's it for now! might add some more to this once the blog gets going, but that should be enough to kick things off. enjoy!!

chapter 3: You could use a little highlighter, too.

The next day I woke up late and hungover. Of course, I was also late for work, where I had so many things to do that I didn't have coffee until around lunchtime. The thought of the dreaded eviction order only rumbled distantly through my skull, like an echo of yesterday's alcohol haze. A latent threat I'll deal with when I survive the day. Shift ended up later than I expected for me. I had hoped to catch the same subway line as yesterday, but only subconsciously knew why. I didn't fully realize it until the moment I got on and saw the dark-haired boy from yesterday. He was standing in a similar spot just like yesterday, holding the pole with his fingerless gloved hand and reading Naked Lunch by Burroughs. I noticed that he had shimmering eyeshadows on his eyelids.

The feeling came back. Like I was watching some version of myself from another universe, like I was watching someone I could be. The idea scared the hell out of me. I wondered what exactly it was that fascinated me so much about him. I eyed him carefully. Other than the makeup, there wasn't much special about him. He was wearing dark clothes, sneakers, a backpack next to him with a Food Not Bombs badge on it. Perhaps it was the way he managed to exist in space, the way he just was, without apologizing to anyone for his own existence or asking if he was in anyone's way. And...he was handsome, I realized. I'd gotten used to looking at people and not seeing them as something other than a potential threat. I didn't notice how they looked, how they affected me. I never thought whether they were pretty or not, I didn't see if...

I cut off the last thought. No, fuck. Stop staring at him, moron, you have more important things to do. Like figuring out where to move my whole existence for next whoever knows long. My gaze slid back to him. Invisible magnetism was at work. I couldn't do anything about it.

He was obviously engrossed in his reading or he would have noticed a group of about 4 guys in football jerseys getting on the subway. They were obviously drunk and talking loudly to each other. I immediately became alert, as I always do when I'm around someone drunk. As if the atmosphere in the carriage had also changed, the woman standing by the door hurriedly stepped out. But he took no notice and continued reading.

"Hey! You fucking bastard!"

Only they noticed. One of the men nodded his head in his direction. The others laughed and walked over to him.

"Hey! You faggot!" Slowly, in obvious annoyance, he peeled his eyes away from the pages of the book and focused his gaze on the tallest of them. "Yes?"

The tallest one laughed, and the others with him. Their laughter echoed through the whole carriage, it sounded to me like barking or hyenas, like sandpaper, like pleading of hundreds of smaller kids they used to bully in fucking elementary school.

"What a great makeup you have!" Another one of them addressed him, while the others kept laughing.

"Thanks. You could use a little highlighter, too."

I froze. Instinctively, I knew I could feel the violence and aggression hanging in the air. Like the smell of locker rooms after a game, like stale beer, like all the places I'd experienced violence.

"Well, I'll tweak your face real good, piece of shit..." I got moving before the first punch landed, before I even saw it. The tallest of them brutally punched the dark-haired boy across the cheekbone with his fist. Blood gushed from his mouth. I forcibly pushed away the two smaller ones, who had meanwhile outflanked their victim, and made my way to the tallest one. I didn't even realize I was clutching the keys to the apartment in my right hand as I punched him. I watched in surprise as the key to the front door, clenched tightly between my index and middle finger, ripped his face open. He screamed in pain. I kicked him in the shin with all my strength. He slumped to the ground in pain. The others started to come at me, I elbowed one and kicked the other between the legs with all the rage I could muster. For a moment I saw his brutal face crampled in agony, weirdly surprised. Adrenaline and luck couldn't last forever, the next second I got punched by one of them. I tasted blood.

"Enough!"

They all started screaming at once. Not only the attackers, the whole carriage, until this moment silent and complicent. I looked around and suddenly understood. The dark-haired one was pointing his gun at the attackers, his index finger on the trigger. His chin covered in blood, a determined look in his eyes. The tallest of them was kneeling on the ground, gun pointed directly in his face.

"Fuck, don't..!" I gasped. The dark-haired one narrowed his eyes.

"How about I tweak your face now, YOU SHIT!"

Kneeling man began to visibly shake, his hands in the air. The dark-haired one turned his gaze to the light board above his head, showing next stops of the carriage. Then he pointed his gun at the rest of his attackers.

"Get out. Get the FUCK OUT FROM HERE!"