#future!verse

Main TFP universe, aka Cliff Lives

My first and foremost setting for Cliffjumper and Sierra, based on some fan fiction I wrote several years ago. Unless otherwise specified, this is where I'm working from concerning interactions, whether that means a thread is taking place in my AU, or Cliff and Sierra have un/intentionally gone universe hopping. Their groundbridge acts screwy plenty often, no need to elaborate beyond that.

Fae!verse

This one comes from @sparkmender, who's shared a frankly fascinating giant-magic-insect AU that I'm dipping my toes into, with red lily beetle Cliffjumper pretending he isn't breaking any rules by smuggling a teenage human into Iacon Hive, and said human changeling Sierra figuring out how to poke her magic into revealing itself. And also how to avoid being eaten.

Sarant!verse

Look. I'm a self-published author with one (1) novel to my name so far. Sarant is a big massive complex world I've been building over the past fourteen years, there's a tabletop roleplaying game I started crafting alongside the various book plots, and I will absolutely take any excuse to put some free publicity out there while also having fun amusing myself and friends. Hence Minotaur!Cliff and Quirren!Sierra and a few others I've been putting together.

Jedi!verse

Aaand this one I blame @ghostlyvisage for; mentioning a Mandalorian bounty version of Ghostspire instantly catapulted my brain towards all the space-magic shenanigans Cliff and Sierra could get into with the Force. So, introducing Devaronian Jedi Master Cliff Jammp'r and his human padawan Sierra Redsand, blue and green lightsabers respectively.

Cyberkid!verse

SO THIS ONE HAS A FEW DIFFERENT ITERATIONS, depending on which way the cards fell in Sierra being cyberformed via Omega Lock, yes there will eventually be fics for each. The main line is her alone going into the goop and coming out a brand new Cybertronian, except in an initially inert form that means Cliff and the others leave her for dead. Once the kid wakes up, however, the Decepticons quickly scoop her up as a 'recruit' (aka ace in the hole for taunting the bots), and it isn't until her path crosses with Cliffjumper again that Sierra remembers herself, remembers being human, remembers him. They escape, and the 'verse goes from there. Alternate Option! My girl isn't the only one cyberformed, because @convenientkeystorage and I are suckers for letting Sierra and Jack act like bonded cats even when they've become amnesiac alien robots. These posts are additionally labeled Sunset AU

Adventure!verse

Vaguely D&D, mainly just high fantasy shenanigans, with dragon!Cliff toting around young elf wizardling Sierra. So far this one's mostly art, we'll see if I ever get around to writing for it

Squire!verse

Less sorcery and more swords, featuring Sir Cliff the Jumper, Knight of the Autobot Order, and his young squire Sierra of Jasper. Also mainly art for the moment

Supers!verse

I'm not calling this one an X-Men AU, but. That's essentially what it's based off of. Established superhero and mutant boarding school gym teacher Cliffjumper generally likes all his students, but there's this one little spitfire with energy powers that he takes a bigger shine towards and invites to be his part-time sidekick

Future!verse

"Daddy, shh!" The little girl faced her father finger over her mouth, trying to shush her father before he could even say anything.

Perched atop the counter, Phoebe had managed to snag the cookie jar, strategically placed beyond her reach. The freshly baked treats were nearly half gone when her father stepped into the kitchen.

"Don't tell Mommy, please!"  she whispered, her hushed tone laced with a desperate plea.

@ameliadamen

"Ohh-" Jeremiah started, cheeks flushed with a bit of mixed emotions. "Phoebe!!"

Where should he even begin?

He did not expect his daughter to have so expertly twisted her way into the tight and high hiding spot, and yet, he had to commend her for however she found it. There was indeed Philosian in her yet – and a hunter spirit.

Then, as a father, there was a bit of the need to discipline, lecture about honor, actions having consequences.

But there was the need to tease as well.

And then... this could all easily become his wife's problem if he just... hollered for her. But.... that look...

He gave his daughter a slow nod, and a sigh.

Okay but imagine instead....

Dean walks in and sees hippie Cas.. Cas says, ‘I need to speak to our fearless leader’ and the orgy ladies leave..

I'm not entirely sure what you mean? If you're talking about Future!Verse, it, along with all of my AUs, is just an AU--there's not really an end or anything, it's a sandbox that I play in for as long as it interests me. Some of my AUs are more story-oriented, but that one wasn't, it was just a family I enjoyed sharing little snippets about!

While I do have fond memories of it, my time in the YOI fandom and working on that AU has long passed, and I currently have no plans to go back to it. That being said, I do think I created quite a lot of content for it, so I hope that you enjoy what I've published of it!

That AU is also one that happens to have a significant amount of Patreon exclusive content, including R//18 works, but these are both no longer being updated and will never be public. If you've consumed all public content and are interested in taking a look at these, they're still accessible on the $5 Tier, you can find them using the [AU] Future!Verse ABO tag!!

Again, no new content will be created for this AU, either publicly or on Patreon.

Thanks for understanding!

LOL— they’re like

jade: i bought the Good Brand of chicken nuggets

beck: nice try i bought some of those last week—

robbie, who is definitely sitting on their kitchen counter, eating said chicken nuggets and drinking a peach snapple in confusion: are you- are you fighting over being Good Parents?

jade: shut up it’s motivation

Author’s note: I recently stocked up on thinner socks that fit better with my new orthotics, and found a bundle of twelve pairs of cat socks for six dollars.  One of the pairs spurred my dormant writing muse, and thus I present a sequel to a future!StageFright Nightmare Dork University story by @bowlingforgerbils, based on a prompt by @tejoxys, and including a cameo of a character created by @gretchensinister.

Read this first: http://bowlingforgerbils.tumblr.com/post/69754576173/so-i-just-read-that-drabble-about-protos-ferret

Then read the 12/24/2004 entry in the epilogue to The Doors of Perception.

Yes, I’m crossing the streams DAMN HARD.

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Emily insisted on carrying the bag with the dishes for her new pet all by herself, since she had paid for them with her own birthday money.  Jack held her other hand in one of his while he juggled the box containing the new cat bed in the other, and silently congratulated himself on pointing his daughter towards the melamine bowls rather than the china ones that had first caught her eye.

They climbed the stairs to the brownstone together, Jack matching his longer strides to Emily’s shorter ones.  He put the box down on the stoop to wrangle the front door keys, and Emily ran inside as soon as the door was open, calling “Papa, we’re home!”

Jack followed her into the big communal kitchen, where he found Piki and Tasha, their third-floor housemate this year, sitting at the table drinking coffee and watching a rotund orange tabby rubbing noses with an elderly Siamese.

“See, Daddy, I told you they’d like each other!”

The older cat seemed slightly alarmed at the enthusiasm of the younger cat, who had yet to “find his name”, according to Emily.  However, she didn’t hiss or swat, but resignedly submitted to the nuzzling.  Jack imagined he could hear Brunhilde sighing to herself.  She’d put up with visits from Proto and Mister Pickles in years past, after all. Jack had to think that a live cat would be a definite improvement over a stuffed ferret.

Piki said dryly, “I expect they’ll have a difference of opinion over who gets the sunny spot in the living room.” “Oh no, Papa, they won’t! They’ll be best friends, I know it!”

Tasha interjected, “Well, since your fathers told me about how much you like kitties, Emily, I thought you might like these.”  She held out a wrapped present to the little girl, who pounced on it with glee.  Tearing the coloured paper open revealed a package of socks, each decorated with a different cat design.

“Thank you, Tasha!  I love them!  So pretty!”

The mindfulness instructor replied, “You’re very welcome, kiddo.  My students agree with me that it’s easier to study with happy feet.  And learning never stops being fun, even for grown-ups.”  She stuck out an ankle from under the table so that Emily could see Tasha’s horse socks.  

Jack said, “Put them carefully in your dresser drawer, Emily, and you can wear them to school.”  

Piki shot him a look which meant, in old-married-couple parlance, We’d better run them through the washer before she wears them!  

Jack wondered how they were going to sneak them out of her room to wash them without their daughter noticing, when inspiration hit him. “Let’s work on getting your friend set up with his new bed, and then we can have cake.”

“CAKE! Yay!”

Later, Jack and Piki furtively looked in on a sleeping Emily, exhausted from her busy day and her sugar crash, her fat orange furfriend snuggled up besides her on the coverlet.  Piki very quietly opened the top bureau drawer in the dark and did his best not to crinkle the cellophane as he handed the package of socks to Jack.  It wasn’t until they had closed her bedroom door and turned on the hallway light that they realized that the package was open and one of the pairs of socks was missing.

“Minx!” Piki whisper-hissed. “I’d wager they’re under her pillow.”

“Or they’re in the cat bed,” Jack replied.  “Don’t worry.  I’m sure they’ll turn up.  It’s her present, let her have fun in her own way.”

Piki sighed fondly,  “You’re right, of course.  But if she goes to school with green or purple dye on her toes, well...”  

Jack thrust the full basket of laundry into his husband’s arms.  “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

They were both nonplussed at breakfast the next morning when they each found a small package, rewrapped clumsily but thoroughly, in yesterday’s wrapping paper, at their usual places on the kitchen table.  Emily giggled all the way through her cornflakes until she finally couldn’t stand it anymore.  “Aren’t you gonna open’em?”

Mystified, Jack and Piki started unwrapping, the dark head and the silver one bent over their presents, treating the situation with utter seriousness.

The small bundles each contained a single sock.  Each showed a white cat and a black cat, tails entwined, sitting on a fence under a golden moon.

Piki started to say something about not being able to wear just one sock when Jack kicked him hard under the table. He sputteringly changed it to, “That’s so thoughtful, sweetheart.  Thank you.”

Jack added, “Yes, sweetie, I love it.” Emily grinned widely.  “See?  It’s you and Papa!”

Piki said gently, “Indeed.  You have a wonderful eye for design, darling.  I will definitely treasure this.”  He picked up Jack’s hand and kissed it.  

“Oooooh, mush!  Mushy alert!”

Years later, those socks still had a place of honour, hanging on either side of their bureau mirror.

Just a pic I drew for my little brother. He’s huge into Gravity Falls, and I thought this’ll be a neat gift for him. I figured I’d post it here too:)