#i like the multiverse thing i just think it was lame that they used it as a plot contrivance

[jordankennedy]

tma began to unravel when the concept of alternate universes was implemented into the show. like this shit is so boring and it's literally in almost every type of media lately

universecels seething over multiversechads

#i like the multiverse thing i just think it was lame that they used it as a plot contrivance #like the fact that the entities exist at all implies some sort of other universe bleeding into ours it’s rly not that big of a stretch

[luveline]

Miguel requests you say? 🤭 how about grumpy lovesick Miguel giving spider girl a hickey cause no one’s gonna notice right? only for someone to notice lol he’d be teased relentlessly.

thank you for your request!! —miguel gives spidergirl!reader a hickey. fem!reader, 1.5k

Miguel runs his entire life based on the assumption that there's not enough time. The multiverse is caving in on itself and he's probably the only one who can stop it —he doesn't have time to be kissing you in a dark hallway on the way to the control room. 

He doesn't have time and he shouldn't be doing this here, but you looked at him like he hung the moon for making some stupid joke, and you're always lovely, sweeping around him without worry to ask how he's feeling today, to touch his arm and really mean it. Did you get any sleep? 

He's not thinking as his hand closes down on your shoulder to pull you forward, not thinking as he chases you back into an alcove, not thinking as the seam of your lips parts under the pressure of his kissing, as you sigh into it, as your hands go limp where they're pressed to his neck. 

Miguel used to be better with words. He kisses you until you can't breathe, taking and taking and taking, your touch and especially your open-mouthed kisses a balm. And as you catch your breath, your hand rubbing affectionately at the back of his neck, he tilts your chin up with a no-nonsense thumb and noses at the column of your throat. He's trying to be quick and forgetting to be nice, nipping little welts like a line of longing from your jawline to your collar, hand hooked in your suit and holding it down for a better angle. 

He thinks, if he were to let the suit spring back into place, no one would see what he wants to do. 

"Can I?" he asks, hand full of your face, your head weighed heavily to one side. 

You're breathless. "I'd let you do anything you want to me," you say honestly. 

He attempts to ruin your right there in the hall. The hand that isn't holding your face squeezes at your waist unabashedly, pulling you as close as he can get as he works his teeth against the delicate skin of your neck. Open-mouthed, Miguel plasters damp crescents up to your pulse, where he stays, where he bites. You shudder at the feeling. Your happy sigh eggs him on. 

He's feeling pretty smug about the whole thing when he finally arrives ten minutes late to the command centre. The platform starts to rise under his feet, Lyla on his shoulder, Margo at the helm. You sit on the edge and swing your feet, hand drifting to your freshly bruised neck and prodding gently. He wonders if you've ever had a hickey before, and concludes you likely haven't; you've no room for subtlety. 

The smugness fades. You don't have a subtle bone in your body, actually, and he didn't ask you to hide it. He's not sure he wants to —you don't want to be his secret, and though it humanises him too much for his liking in the eyes of some of the other Spiders to have evident feelings for you, he doesn't want you to feel that way. You probably think the hickey is a 'freaky' badge of honour, the way you function. You'd sounded oh so happy to get it, and you'd kissed him when he pulled away like you were saying thank you. 

You definitely have some misconceptions Miguel needs to set straight, and he will. Just not in front of Lyla. He's only now started setting boundaries with the AI, like, try not to watch what I'm doing all the time, and, please don't pop into existence to make snarky commentary at my lame attempts at romance. It sort of kills the mood.

The day moves forward smoothly. Miguel might actually get away with it. You ease back fully onto the platform with your back to all of them, a book in your lap, humming at odd times until you forget to hum. Lyla runs calculations. Margo runs the teleportation room. Nobody notices anything unusual, not the mess of his hair from your squeezing fingers nor the rumpled neck of your suit. 

Legs crossed, you lay back and stretch your arms up toward him. He notices your movement from the corner of his eye and turns to give you a reassuring smile. He'd say he needs to find you a job, but there are enough spiders doing enough jobs. You have a training course tomorrow for strike force, but today, you're good to lounge about on the floor and send him lazy winks. 

Peter B. Parker arrives, and of course he brings trouble. 

"Hey, Spider," he calls, nodding at you, then Margo, and then Miguel. "Spider, Spider. Hi, Lyla." 

"What do you want?" Miguel asks tiredly. 

"Lyla asked me to come," he says. 

"For what?" Miguel asks Lyla. 

"Peter's useful. You need two team captains today in case the canon events on Earth-898 and 1264 converge at the same time and there are anomalies. I don't see why I have to tell you this." 

Miguel groans and he and his AI descend into an argument. You wave at Peter from the platform as it begins to descend toward him, fingers spread and swaying like sea grass. 

"Hi, Peter," you say, "where's Mayday? I'm owed a baby hold, you promised." 

"I did, I did promise!" Peter says. He squints at you. "I think I made one of the Spider-Girls that looks like you hold her, actually. That would explain why she was so confused. Woah, what happened?" 

Three heads turn at Peter's surprise. You stand up and hop the small distance from the platform to the floor as it stops moving, confused. "What?" 

"You have a bruise the size of Hawaii!" Peter's eyebrows jump his forehead. "I thought you were looking after her?" he asks Miguel. 

"He is," you say, less confused now. 

"What bruise?" Lyla asks. 

"It's not appropriate," Miguel says. "Margo's here." 

"Margo," Lyla says pleadingly. 

Margo sighs at the acute and abject unseriousness of her colleagues and logs out. As soon as she's gone, Lyla whizzes from Miguel's shoulder to yours, and while the hologram can't move aside your suit's high neck, she doesn't really need to. The dark colour of your hickey peeks out regardless. 

"Jesus, Miguel," Lyla says, "what's wrong with you?" 

Peter looks a funny mixture of embarrassed to have brought it up and pleased. "I mean, good for you guys." 

Miguel's surprised when you —tries to make him dance in public, lackadaisical, carefree you— pull the neck of your suit up and bat your hand. Lyla zips away from your fingers. 

"Please, stop," you say, laughing uncomfortably. 

Miguel hadn't considered how you might feel if you were discovered. He winces and steps off of the platform to get his arm around your shoulder. "Peter," he says, feeling wildly over protective, "you can do my tasks, since you're here. Lyla will help. It's my lunch break." 

"You don't have a lunch break." 

"I barely said anything!" Peter protests. 

Despite a batch of grumbling complaints, Peter climbs onto the platform, dragging a chair to Miguel's crop of orange screens. 

You let Miguel guide you to the hall, an apology on the tip of his tongue. You're a few steps deep when you drop the sad-sack act and spin out of his arm, turning to face him. A devious smile curls the corners of your lips up. "That was good, right?" 

"You're not upset?" he asks, eyebrows set into their usual frown.

"Nah. You wanted to get out of there, right? Your cheeks went pink." 

"They did not." 

"They did! Like when you kiss me, they went all pink, you can practically see how warm you were." You make a heart with your hands and press it to your chest. "Saved you, handsome." 

He looks up at the ceiling. Of course you know him well enough to know he wasn't keen on being teased. Of course you're not embarrassed at being marked up and discovered. You love his attention, you love all the boyfriend‐like stuff he does, kisses and hugs and hickeys, the whole job lot. He doesn't need to worry. 

"Thank you," he says. It's sweet of you to rescue him. You're a sweet woman. 

"You're welcome. Maybe next time, if you're going to get shy, you could give me one where people won't see." 

"Stop," he warns without heat. 

You laugh and twine your hand with his, yanking him down the hall. To the cafeteria, he guesses. He wouldn't know. He's never been there. Miguel really doesn't have a lunch break. 

#miguel and spidergirl reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara fanfic #miguel o’hara fic #miguel o’hara drabble #miguel o’hara scenario #miguel o’hara blurb #miguel o’hara oneshot #spider-man: across the spider-verse #spider-man: across the spider-verse spoilers #spider-man: across the spider-verse fanfiction #across the spider-verse spoilers #across the spider verse spoilers #across the spiderverse spoilers #spiderman across the spider-verse spoilers #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel ohara x fem!reader #miguel ohara #miguel ohara fanfiction #miguel ohara fanfic #miguel ohara fic #miguel ohara drabble #miguel ohara scenario

[writesforfun]

childhood friends, a Mark Lee Fiction.

angst, fluff, mark is sooo mark-coded here(?), you and mark are friends since birth, neighbor mark, 2k words

Being Mark Lee's bestfriend at the mere age of 0 was a blessing— some people would say now.

He's handsome, that you admit. He's been this guy that's just popular for no reason at all. He's handsome, good in everything he sets his mind at, and don't forget the fact that Mark, although shy and doesn't really have that much of a close friend, is just simply very kind to everyone he meets.

You thought you would lose him when you two were in elementary and middle school— cause he was that popular. Everyone wanted to play and be friends with him, and you thought he would forget you. Which Mark definetely prooved it to be nonsense, cause he sat and stayed with you every day without failure. When you asked why, Mark just simply shrugged it off by saying, "What do you mean why? We're friends!"

So here you are. Both of you are grown-ups, you will be turning 24 at December and Mark had already hit that age in August.

It's now September.

"Y/N! What you thinking?" He holds your hand tight, smiling— nah, come to think of it, he didn't smile. It's a grin. The Mark Lee™ signature grin.

You come to your senses. Today, you're gonna go to an ice cream shop with Mark and then you two are gonna make some popcorn and watch movies at your house.

"Sorry. I was thinking of us during elementary school."

He puts on a shock expression. "Daaaaamn dude. That was such a looong time agooooo!"

You laugh and shake your head, grabbing his hands so that you can pull him to his Tesla so that he would start driving.

"What? Yo I'm serious! When you said that I felt it in my stomach that like.. yooo that was a long ass time ago," He said. You ruffle his hair, ignoring his sound of protest. "You're saying things that doesn't need any further explanations. As a friend, I'm helping you so that both of us wouldn't waste time and hurry up."

Mark rolled his eyes with a smile on his face, opening up his car door for you first and then for him. You felt your heart skip four beats or something and then ignore them for the nth time.

Don't care about your feelings, Y/N. You said to yourself. Yes, you do have an immense crush— no, no. Yes, you do love him since middle school, but that doesn't matter. What matters the most is your friendship. And you would never want to ruin that.

Seeing Mark spend Valentine's Day with someone else at college hurted you like crazy. He always used to spend it together with you, but at college, he spent it with his now ex-girlfriend. They broke up after a year of dating, and a year of your suffering basically. You try to distance yourself then, but Mark just quite simply won't accept distancing as friendship. He visited your house basically everytime, and he picks you up although you gotta third wheel him and his girlfriend.

There was no drama between you and his ex though. His ex have always been nice, and you two still talk via DM sometimes. You know, replying stories and stuff.

"Y/N! I was asking a question, dude," He said, putting his hand your thighs and squeezing them gently. Things he did as a simple caring gesture since you know him.

"Sorry. I was thinking of my homework. What did you ask?" You lied, gritting your teeth before looking at his gawkingly handsome face. You just wanna kiss that smile off his— nevermind.

"I was thinking, maybe instead of rewatching Mean Girls we could just watch Doctor Strange? I've been dying to watch the Multiverse of Madness thingy, I haven't watch that."

You nod. "I haven't too. We're so lame! That's a disrespect to Marvel,"

He laughs, turning the bluetooth volume to a solid 38, making you both hear Taylor Swift's Labyrinth clearly. The bluetooth is connected to your phone, and Taylor Swift is your favorite singer. You introduce her to Mark and he basically just listen to it with you like the good person he is. You brag to Karina and Ningning all the time that he's a trained Swiftie.

But this song.. this song, you relate to a lot. It's about a realization of being in love, and considering your situation, you relate to it a lot.

You don't really believe in good man and love until you realize you love him. Your dad.. he failed to set example of a man when your family caught him cheating during your elementary school years and even going as far as marriage with the person he's cheating with. Your mom forgived him and they're still together— but the trauma you went through was unexplainable. Since then, your relationship with your dad has been different. His voice sounds annoying as hell and every thing he do, you nitpick and hate. Mark has always been there for you though, he even spent all his savings during elementary school to buy you new toys and ice cream.

You know and believe that Mark is a good guy. Every thing he does have always been positive and his mind never fails to make you fascinated.

"Oh God, why are the Halloween decorations have already been put up?" You ask when you both arrive at the ice cream shop you always go together with. It's a 17 minute drive from both of your house, which is in front of each other.

"Better late than never, Y/N. Let's go," He says, opening his door before opening up yours and opening the door for you.

He ordered a watermelon and vanilla ice cream, which you hated and teased him with since forever. You think that's a weird combination and his love for watermelon should never be brought to an ice cream flavor. You ordered a Lotus Biscoff ice cream, and he have a lot of protests for that as well but whatever. Biscoff for life.

"Do you wanna eat it here or in the car?" He ask. "I don't know. How are you gonna eat it if we're gonna eat in the car?" You ask him again instead of answering his question.

"You can just feed me, I guess." He answers nonchalantly, like it's something normal in a friendship. The blur of lines are making you wanna die, and sometimes you just think to yourself whether or not distancing yourself from Mark is a better option.

"Alright then. Let's eat in the car, whatever," You say. As much as you hate to admit it, you wouldn't really pass on feeding him. Both of you had feed each other since middle school anyway.

Coming home from watching Doctor Strange with Mark, you realize that your feelings for Mark is just growing bigger every day, and you finally decide that you can't do this anymore.

Come on, Mark Lee simply would never look at you more than friends, right?

So you decide to ignore his presence. You ignore all his texts, and even when Mark came to your house and ask for your presence, you had already ask your Mom who knows your crush towards him to tell him that you're not in the house.

You usually go to your work place with Mark cause you and him work only 2,4km away from each other. So whenever he picks you up, you were already gone. It's for the best. You miss him a lot but you realize you'd rather lose him now than losing him to a girl he'll marry later. You can't imagine being her bridesmaid and be happy for them though you're dying.

His nth phone call of the day you ignore without failure today as well. It's been a month of ignoring him and you're kind of used to the feeling of a scratch in your heart whenever you hear his dissapointed and sad voice downstairs. Your phone vibrates, and you see his third message for you today.

markie 🐆🦁

Y/N it's been a month. i don't know what i did to you but i know you're ignoring me. whats uppp? please answer me. please. i can't afford to lose you.

And there it is again. Your heart hurts like crazy. But whatever. Just sleep through it like always. It's for the best.

It's your first day of period today and you're hurting like crazy. Usually, Mark would be here to comfort you and massage you and all that stuff, but now, you actually think you're gonna spend your birthday tomorrow without him. For the first time ever in your life.

The day you were born, baby Mark had come with his lovely family to visit your family in the hospital. From his and your parents, you heard that you slept next to Mark and he hugged you both as you sleep. Baby Mark even caressed your hair with his small hands, and you have a video that captured that moment. You watched it again, smiling though your eyes are red and teary. You miss him. The thought of not having him around for your birthday hurt you.

You saw that there are no pads left and let out a long sigh. You put on your hat that Mark gave you as a birthday present and put on your slippers. You then go out your door and decided to buy some pads.

Usually, Mark would buy it for you but— ugh! Stop it with the Mark thing.

"Here's your order. Have a nice day," The lovely lady working the cashier register say to you. You smile through the pain you're going through, wanting to step out before a oh-so familiar voice register.

"Y/N?"

It's no doubt it's Mark Lee's voice. You can see through the side of your eye that he's currently looking right at you with his worried sad eye with his right hand holding a cola.

You don't know what to do. So you run through the door, ignoring Mark's shout of your name as he chases you. It's like the game of chase you two used to play back in elementary school. You cry, you really don't know why but you cry. Passing your house, you run to the park and decided to catch your breath by sitting at one of the slides. You and Mark used to play at that slide all the time until you both grew up.

You look everywhere, and close your eyes when Mark isn't in your sight anymore. You stay in that position for 3 minutes, and when you open your eyes. You almost jump from your seat as you see Mark squatting in front of you sitting in the slide with teary eyes.

"Why— why are you avoiding me?" His voice breaks as he turns away from you, and you can clearly see him wiping away his tears before looking at you with eyes that you swear can make anybody cry. So you become teary eyed as well.

"I'm not." You reply shortly, before standing up to go back to your house. He snorts out of disbelief. "Sit down, Y/N. We're not done talking and if this is the last— if this is— if this is the— if this is the last time we're talking, I don't want it to be an open ending."

You really can't believe that word. You want to just cry your eyes out for 100 years after hearing that word, so you sit down. You want closure as well.

"I know damn well that you're avoiding me. And I really don't know what I did to make you piss off like that. Heck, Y/N, I was jokingly strangling you as we watch Doctor Strange and we were laughing like crazy as well. At some point you even drank a portion of my iced americano. I don't know what I could've done to make you ignore me after all that fun. And I'm honestly so.. I don't know anymore. I'm so sad, Y/N. Mom said she never saw me cry this much. I can't even dare to say that you're ignoring me just because I don't believe that word. Just tell me why are you avoiding me? Am I not good enough as a friend? What am I lacking so much that you decide to ignore me? Why do you do all that while you're here looking as hurt as I am and—"

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!" There. You say it. You blurt it out loud. Whatever. You don't care anymore. You are in your most vulnerable and raw feeling and you don't even care anymore.

He closes his mouth. He looks at you with some expression you don't even know what it means. But you continue your words as tears flow from your eyes, "I love you, Mark. I love you since forever. I know you don't feel the same, so I'm taking a step back. I don't wanna be your friend anymore. I don't think I physically and mentally can. It's for the both of us. That way, whenever you have another girl it'll be easy for me, for you, and for your girlfriend. Just please let me be. I'm gonna go home. I don't want you to follow me. Let's just pretend we don't know each other and let me enjoy this heartbreak in peace for God's sake. Please just— please," You stop talking as tears and emotions just stream through your whole body.

"Y/N.." He says. And you just can't anymore. You walk away.

You walk for 11 seconds before his hands reaches you. You shout. You literally shout. You told him not to follow you anymore, what is he trying to do? Stop fixing a friendship that literally cannot be fixed anymore!

"STOP IT!" You screamed. You looked at his eyes with anger until you catch his sad, teary glares.

"Y/N, hear me out. Please?" He says. And after a few thoughts, you decides that he can have a few say in this situation.

"I love you too," He says, smiling through his tears as he hugs you. You're puzzled— standing there and doing nothing as he hugs you close, brushing your hair with his hand, kissing the top of your head as he takes a breath of your scent he missed.

"W-what?"

He laughed, eyes still in tears as he let go of the hug but still intertwining both your hands together. "I love you too. I loved you since elementary school or something like that. Then you had a crush for stupid Choi Hyunsuk in college and I found another girl in college. But even then I realise that my number one, my Mom excluded— has always been you. So then I love you again, up until this moment. You should've just communicated this and not cut me off. That's not nice, baby."

Baby.

Baby.

Baby.

The nickname rings through your head, all the way to your heart because it starts beating unrealistically fast.

"What?"

He laughs again. "Just... I love you. Do you maybe wanna be my girlfriend then?"

You never say yes so fast.

And there it was.

Your birthday.

"Are you really going to spend it without me this year?" He ask as you two eats your favorite cake; a Lotus Biscoff Cookie Cake.

"Yep. That was my plan, until.."

"Until?" He asks with a teeth-showing smile and one eyebrow up. "Well.. until this." You reply, kissing him as you hug him tight.

You can't believe it, but he's all yours.

author's note: HELLOOOO EVERYONEEE! TvT THANK YOU SOOO MUCH FOR READING!! Please do tell me your opinions and thought and whether or not you like a second part where it shows more of Mark and Y/N's relationship 🥺 have a good year wherever you are!! stay healthy and eat well peeps!

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[toytanks]

You asked for billford prompts. Could i request something of them meeting while ford is on the run in the multiverse? Maybe them meeting while bill is possessing someone and ford doesnt realize at first that its him.

done!! i got a little carried away so its a bit bill heavy haha 😅 read on ao3 here!

So here Bill was, minding his own business, actually doing something good for once (he knows, lame, right?) and of course Stanford “dreamboat” Pines had to show up and ruin his fun the one time Bill didn’t want his Fordsy around.

See, how it started was Py and the guys told him they were ‘worried’ and ‘concerned’ and ‘wanted to know if he was okay’ and all that performative stuff. Apparently he hadn’t come out in weeks and that they thought his feelings towards his Fordsy had gotten a little ‘obsessive.’ He’d tried telling them the obvious that obsession was beneath him like all mortal emotions but they wouldn’t budge. An ‘intervention’ they called it.

So, he promised that he’d do something different, go outside and set his mind to something else.

But what to do? Bill’s restless at the best of times so it was a difficult choice. While considering his options he got (very rudely) snared by a band of rampant energy. He ripped the offending thing off of him, snarling, before being struck with an appealing idea.

See, when dimensions explode violently and into pretty fireworks, some of the energy holding them together gets spaghettified into long strands of unbridled force that ping across the multiverse like a snapped rubber band, destroying everything in their path. This is, of course, hilarious, except for when they hit him. Unfortunately, due to his current preference for the physical plane, and the staggering size of the Nightmare Realm, they tend to hit him a lot.

Thankfully, it's little more than time consuming to beat these strands into submission. In a process not too dissimilar to human weaving (although he’d never admit the similarities) he can wrangle the energy into a more useful and less (fun) volatile form.

All this to say, he was removing a minor nuisance in his own self interest, and if it happened to also make the multiverse safer and happier, well Bill would just have to deal with it. After all, he could make the multiverse plenty unsafe and unhappy on his own terms later.

The form he chooses is not one he’s been in in a while. It is long and serpentine, with hundreds of thousands of short, stubby legs, harkening back to the human notion of a millipede. Although he came first, of course. The only resemblance to his more snazzy form is a transparent triangular mask hovering over his front end.

Using longer arms not directly connected to his main body, he pulls out and sets up his loom.

Certain foolish amphibians and seven-eyed brats would not think he’d the patience for such a task. Bill thinks they should try shutting their mouths before they talk about something they don't understand.

Rolling his eye, Bill had set to work.

Now, back in the present, he finds himself staring down at the very human he’d been trying to take his mind off of. Great.

It's not particularly a surprise-- he’d known it would happen like he knows that in 15 years the human will almost be the death of him. Hard to surprise an all-knowing being, you know? --but it's a nuisance all the same.

Ford, for his part, doesn’t seem to have the good sense to notice his annoyance and run away pleading for his life. This does not surprise him.

What does, is the fact that Fordsy doesn’t seem to even realize it's him, either.

It's almost insulting. What kind of devotee doesn’t recognize when his God is standing right in front of him? It is, of course, a simple thing, that Bill can’t possibly fault him for (not that he won't try). He simply figures Fordsy didn't spend enough time with him on the upper planes to recognize him on feel alone. So be it, he’s not too heartbroken about losing that future. Especially since Ford’s awed expression promises that this route will be fun too.

“Hello there.” Bill says to him, making sure he doesn’t sound too much like himself. Wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise too early!

And then Fordsy goes the most adorable shade of pink at being noticed by something so otherworldly, and Bill decides right then that maybe he doesn’t ever want Ford to learn the truth.

#my writing #bill cipher #billford #stanford pines #fanfic

[paragonrobits]

hurt a shadow leaves behind

"Something about that scrungly scarecrow man seems to have bothered you," the Vampire King observes, after Marceline finds her way back from the fight with her old enemy.

Marceline, the Star, shrugs. Bonnibel survived. They can play another day, and in a lot of ways that's all she cares about. Everything else, everyone else, is... transient. A passing nothing.

Even so, something about the day, a passing glimpse, is sticking in her head. She is not used to this. She is not used to thinking deeply or analyzing things that happen. Who cares if it does? If ever some part of her cared about what anyone else but her father and, once, the rest of the Tarot Court, had thought about her, it had wised up some time ago.

"What? That old dude with the gnarly skunk stripe in his hair? Psh. It's... whatever. They're all gone, right?"

The King stares thoughtfully at her for a while. His stare is inhuman, even by vampire standards; he has to remind himself not to stare fixedly, or to pretend to adopt the little traits that make him seem a bit more like the human stock the other vampires are shaped from. But he is not human; he was a beast, they say. The other vampires are far different from the humans they once were, but he was never human to begin with.

It's one reason he and the Star understand each other so well. She wasn't human either; not entirely. She was something out of nightmares. She wasn't sure what, exactly; the stories of her father were a distant childhood memory, and why bother thinking too much about it? Memories faded, and she had little reason to care. The last person who had known the secrets of summoning whatever her father was had died long ago, and taken the secrets with them. But she had been alone, a monster and an abomination, and the Vampire King had understood, in his way.

(Across the boundaries of the cosmos, Prismo considers this. He reflects on two meetings; in one, the Vampire King finds her, and makes a monster of her. Darkness and despair result.

And in the other, it is Simon Petrikov that finds her. One of the last humans of the pre-war days, and even then a mutated and mentally broken shell of the man he once was. Perhaps even then just a barely functional memory of the man he had been, holding himself together through habit more than anything else, pulling himself together more and more as he knows her. And together, they find some kind of normalcy. Two monsters, two lingering remnants of the pre-warw people, finding a humanity together.

It was funny, the way things worked out.)

Now the Star shrugs again. It's too insistent, too casually dismissive of the idea that the experience had bothered her. "I didn't even really talk to him. I didn't even get to really talk to that cute bruiser girl hanging around with him." She smiles, briefly. "I wanted to see if I could get her to be a vampire. Something about her says she'd be fun to bring in."

"The position of the Tower does remain open," the King rumbles, thinking it over.

The Star sighs. "Well, no one knows what happened to them. They all just sorta vanished. Lame!"

The King rumbles again, as if murmuring to himself. "And you're sure that gentleman in the suit didn't speak to you? He seems to have had some kind of an effect on you."

The Star pauses, just a bit too long. "No. Never even really talked to him. No big deal. Just another bloodbag." It's a little too quick, a little too defensive, to be totally genuine.

The King raises one eyebrow. He knows his daughter.

She squirms underneath the weight of that look, her gaze turning sideways. In many ways, she hadn't changed much from the child she had once been, and she had never really gotten much of a hang on standing her ground especially when caught in a lie.

The King's gaze remains calm. He waits for her to explain herself.

The Star knew little of the nature of the multiverse; she had little ability to learn about it, and less reason to care.

And so, she did not know that destiny and experiences can cast a shadow upon the multiverse. Feelings that grow powerful enough, that are strong enough in the heart, echo throughout every incarnation.

She did not know why she had seen that man, and the look of horror in his face as if the sight of her had wounded him, and she didn't understand why, even just for a moment, it had cut her deeply.

She did not feel memories of another life; a life traveling with a man struggling to maintain himself against the lure of power, letting himself fall bit by bit to keep her safe and deny the monster she was convinced she had to be. She certainly didn't see the memories of her life because of the woman she became from that man's influence; of becoming a heroine and idol beloved by all and feared by none, of finding love in the form of someone just as singular and monstrous as herself, of seeing hope and a future in the form of a human with pale golden hair and the hat of an animal, accompanied by a talking beast with impossible powers.

She did not see that, or feel that, or remember anything.

Nevertheless, she still hurt.

She didn't know why. She didn't know why losing her chance to turn the terrified but brave human woman into a vampire like herself felt like having to say goodbye to someone she had forgotten until it was too late.

And she didn't know why seeing that old man, white in his hair and a thousand years of grief in his eyes, looking at her with contempt and horror made her want to curl her claws into her sides and just rip and scream and cry cry cry, howl until her throat bled-

The words came to her. I'm losing myself, and I think you're going to lose me too.

She could never lose the Vampire King. She didn't understand why these words hurt so much, or why it felt that if she didn't stay close to him he would suddenly up and vanish.

Over the next few weeks, the feeling faded. The sense of... not quite unreality fades. She remains herself, and that is no victory at all.

All the same, for those weeks, she cannot abide ice at all. She doesn't know why, nor does she know why the sight of the crown upon her father's head makes her feel sick.

#adventure time #marceline #the star #vampire world marceline #vampire king at #fionna and cake #my writing #fics #queued

[arkytiorwrites]

How the Avengers Would React…

To You Hiding an Injury, No Matter How Small

838 Stephen Strange x Reader

Sorry if he’s a bit awkward. I’m trying to get into the swing of writing the different Stranges.

. . .

"Please Christine. Just. think of it as a sorta IOU!” A familiar voice pleaded as Stephen walked past the entrance to the medical wing of the Illuminati HQ.

"Does Stephen know about this?" the older redhead asked tiredly.

"My good Doctor Palmer. If Stephen Strange knew about this do you think I'd be here?" the other voice demanded.

"What don't I know about?" he finally asked, walking in on a somewhat comical scene.

His partner of three years had dived behind a gurney when he entered in an attempt to hide their blackened, singed self.

"Y/N, what are you doing?"

". . . Sharpening my reflexes?” the young sorcerer offered lamely.

Arching an eyebrow, the Sorcerer Supreme patiently waited for the younger, spunky wild card to crack.

It probably took about five seconds of awkward shuffling and Christine heaving an exasperated sigh.

"Just. Just promise you won't get mad,” they demanded.

"That depends,” the former neurosurgeon snorted.

Sighing, Y/N hesitantly stepped out to reveal the extent of the damage. Red clouded the Sorcerer Supreme’s vision as he took in the angry burns on their hands, bright pink nose and cheeks, singed fringe and the quiet pain in the normally cheeky and carefree eyes.

"Where is Reed?" he hissed, knowing full well that the egotistical bastard was fully to blame for the damage Y/N had stustained.

"Labs."

"Christine!" Y/N squawked.

"Like not telling him would stop him," she justified.

Not waiting for the two to hash things out, Stephen turned to march out from the Medical Wing, hunt down Reed, and tell him exactly what he thought of the elastic man dragging his partner into his deranged experiments.

"Stephen, wait!" Y/N yelped, giving chase as the taller man stormed out and down the hall.

It took them a second to catch up with him, but once they did, they ran in front of him, causing him to stop in his tracks to make sure he didn't run them over.

“Just. Wait," they pleaded. " Reed protected we from the major part of the explosion . It could've been a lot worse.”

" Which is exactly why I'm going to give him a piece of my mind," Stephen snarled. " You shouldn't have been in that situation in the first place!”

“I was the one screwing around with shit I shouldout have!” Y/N argued.

“Reed should know better than to let you into the labs!” he fired back, clearly hellbent on crucifying Reed for being in the same room that Y/N had been hurt in.

So, Y/N played their trump card. Letting the tears of pain they’d been holding back finally come out, and giving him their most pained expression as they whispered, "Stephen please. Just drop it. It was my fault, will you please just. Just cuddle me back home? After Christine treats me? Please babe? I've really, really missed you.”

Sighing as he relented to his lover’s pleas, he did his best to let go of the image he’d had the entire time of Reed eternally falling for several hours in a pocket dimension until he felt the man had suffered enough.

Dragging a hand down his face he stated, "You are banned from the labs until the multiverse burns out."

"Noted." Y/N chuckled wryly. “Walk me back to the Medical Wing?”

“Since you are the wounded victim of your own stupidity, just this once, I will portal us there and then home.”

“Have I mentioned that I love you?” they asked as they slumped with relief.

“Not for the last twenty minutes, no,” Stephen teased as he pulled out his sling ring.

“Well, I do.”

#arkytiorwrites #marvel #marvel x reader #stephen strange x reader #838 stephen strange #supreme strange x reader #stephen strange x gn!reader #stephen strange x male reader #stephen is a meanie #but he’s a softie to #a dilf if you will #he loves the reader very much #he’s just bad at showing it

[therese-lokidottir]

So the finale of What If...? season 2 was penned by Matthew Chauncey, the man in charge of the "Script and Continuity" Department of Thor: Love and Thunder.

I think that explains why it was so terrible.

I just ended up pushing the skip button a lot. I was not here for that final. First Season was kinda cool with heroes of the multiverse, but this felt so lame honestly. They just give them all the magic stuff and it feels like watching play a video game on god mode. The fun thing about heroes is watching them use their skill, not everyone else's.

To be both fair and brutally honest Matthew Chauncey has proven to be very hit and miss and the misses are aggravating. I think it's worse when writers ruin their own story, because it makes me question if it was ever worth liking in the first place.

#asks #i am disappoint #what if season 2

[the-goblin-cat]

🐖 for cherries please :)

Cherries my beloved. I did answer some of the questions here, so I will give her the rest here

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

It mutated partly from Therese, one of the prototype names for her. I changed it specifically because Cherise means cherry in frankish and I wanted a princess character with a fruit name as an homage to Princess Peach!

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

About 2 months younger than Neville, 15 at the start of filmverse, which will progress until the characters early if not late 20s.

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

Neville, our beloved

💼 - What do they do for a living?

She is a student and knight aspirant. In future she will be a full knight. In some non-magical earth human au she would probably be in public service.

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

Cherise loves playing with animals, horseback riding, hunting, foraging, playing with her dog, but also baking. She would consider herself a foodie.

🎯 -What do they do best?

Fighting.

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

Cherise loves hanging out with her friends, engaging in her hobbies, and taking in a night at the theater.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Cherise idolizes her brother Luc and when she was younger would often cling to him when he went riding, and would usually fall asleep before they got home.

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

Also as a child, Cherise fell into a hole full of tiny, newly hatched dragons, who immediately started trying to eat her. They were only the size of lizards, but she was very small, and they definitely took out some bits.

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

Uhh, a lot of things. my proto-filmverse was a kind of edgy urban fantasy show partly inspired by supernatural but with multiverse and time travel (this was before they added multiverse and time travel) and she was like a warrior angel named therese (Eventually cherise became so different from this concept that I spun Therese off into a whole different character). Hard reboot as a princess character for a sort of planetary romance thing that never got any farther, then another multiverse thing...in all these instances she was a side character but as things went on I started liking her more and more as a main character and cut her out of her many lame plots and stuck her in a cohort with other good characters to make something new, primarily Neville.

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

She belongs in chivalric romance but sadly she is living in the 90s

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

Cherise is cis and bisexual

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

One older brother, Luc. The age difference is fairly significant so he had a hand in raising her.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

Her powerful energy and optimism!

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

fairly often, I use her as a stock character in rp and she features in many of the filmverse stories, one alongside neville so far

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

Nah

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

Dragons but only like, scary dragons. Film, her familiar, is too goofy and awkward for Cherise to be afraid of her.

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

I think I answer this fairly thoroughly in the other one. let's just say many many years.

#filmverse #cherise martel #ask game

[otakween]

Cyborg 009 BGOOParts Delete (2020) - Volume 5

Finally done with this slog...well at least until it gets translated. I'll probably read this again in English if I ever get the chance because I feel like I missed a lot of what was happening.

Really didn't expect this entire series to just be the Mythos stuff, how lame. Why couldn't they just come up with new material? Oh well...

Ch. 29

Oh boy...more monologuing. It's a monologue off between Hera and Zeus and they just ramble on and on about the creation of the Mythos cyborgs. Zeus says he gave downtrodden, vulnerable people power and Hera's like "no bitch, you just enslaved them!" This whole manga series coulda been an email...

Helena does that weird "gay to be straight" thing at the end. As in, she kisses Francoise so she can kiss Joe indirectly. Okaaay...

Ch. 30

The numbers cyborgs take down the Atlas-type robots Zeus summoned using ~the power of teamwork~

Joe helps Apollon get out of the line of attack and Apollon has one of those "why are you helping me? We're enemies!" Cliche moments. I feel like we've gone through this about a zillion times now.

Ch. 31

I think this artist is horny for Artemis based on the sultry way she's drawn over and over. Also, they may or may not ship Joe x Apollon because there are a lot of tender moments between them. With how pretty they're drawn, it feels like fujoshi bait. (Maybe I'd ship them if they weren't bland, flat characters lol)

Apollon helps Joe take down the Atlas-type robots, Zeus talks about the benefits of robots vs. cyborgs (they don't betray you and aren't emotional) and then Apollon gets obliterated and the Atlas-type robots start attacking each other (because their ability to recognize allies began to malfunction).

Ch. 32

With all other enemies taken out, Zeus turns into his ~final form~ and starts zappin'. Helena gets caught in the crosshairs and the number cyborgs plan their revenge.

I'm kinda confused about Hera's role in all this. She's been judging him this whole time but also not exactly working against him...? I guess she's too weak to do that.

Ch. 33

Okay, so maybe that wasn't his final form lol. More battle nonsense happens and Joe manages to shoot Zeus in the head with his own laser, but then he transforms into Apollon

It really feels like the writer couldn't really think of anything to do with this story, so they just draaaaged out the battle as long as they could. Also, the dialogue continues to be hella repetitive. If I hear Hera/Zeus say "the Mythos cyborgs whose fate is under your control" one more time I'mma snap.

Ch. 34

Zeus monologues some more, transforms into an abomination and then Joe one-shots him with help from Hera's amulet lol. Pretty anti-climactic but I'm glad that's over with.

Prof. Gilmore randomly showed up to be like "I'm worried about Ivan." Thanks for your input, Gilmore.

We get one final Hera monologue and then she puts Prof. Gaia's soul back in his original body so that they can die together I guess.

It's revealed that Prof. Uranus' first name was Tyrone...did they just google "black guy name" for that one? That doesn't seem like a fitting name for his age/time period, but what do I know I guess...

Ch. 35

This chapter was the epilogue and it got all weird and existential. They talked about fighting alternate versions of themselves in other universes and about their minds fusing together to become one being (??). They also referenced an "angel of despair" a few times which reminded me of the angel from 009 Re:Cyborg. This all seemingly came out of nowhere...

Francoise kisses Joe to "pass on Helena's message." She tells everyone to close their eyes, but Ivan tries to sneak a peek. I feel like that was the one cute moment in this entire series lol

For the human characters everything's back to normal and their memories were wiped. The implication is that the numbers cyborgs will keep on keepin' on in the multiverse. Guess this franchise will never die lol.

Obviously, I didn't really enjoy myself reading BGOO Parts, but I'm happy for the real fans out there that they have some new content to chew on. As I said in my previous posts, the art was very nice, but the writing/pacing/story all kinda stunk. Not a lot of interesting character moments either. Onto the next!

#Cyborg 009 BGOOParts Delete #cyborg 009 #manga

[random-iz-stuff]

Further analysis of a headcanon:

This is a continuation of [this post].

I was thinking about my headcanon of all the top 100 Zim’s in the Zimvoid lying about their divergent moments and traits and I realized some things.

I already went into detail on what this Headcanon would mean for Number 2, but it also changes things for Our Zim. It completely explains how he was able to beat Zib and how his plan actually worked.

Every Zim in the Zimvoid has a thing that sets them apart from one another. 2K was in a lab accident that made him age in reverse. Palindrome messed with his own genetics to try and make him immune to water and instead grew gills. Big Zim trained his body inside of training his mind and never became a scientist (implying that Miyuki may still be alive in Big Zim’s timeline). Number 2 has slightly worse aiming skills with throwing knives (or so he claims).

But what is Zim 2170 (Comic Zim)’s divergent trait from the rest of the Zimvoid? Zib uses a machine to figure out exactly that and we see this:

Our Zim’s divergent thing is that he accidentally ate styrofoam packing peanuts once. A very lame divergent trait.

Or at least, that’s what everyone THOUGHT. In reality, we’re seeing something else. We’re seeing Zim gain an extra defect. The timeline viewer has no way to show Zim’s current defects and there’s a good chance that Zib doesn’t even know what defects are, so it just shows this one moment. The exact moment Zim gained that extra defect. Whether eating the styrofoam is what caused the defect or the defect is what caused the accidental consumption of styrofoam is unknown and doesn’t exactly matter.

And that one extra defect is exactly why this particular Zim was able to defeat Zib.

First off, it’s worth keeping in mind that defects aren’t errors in the Irken’s mind that make them crazy. They’re the Irken’s mind overwhelming the restrictions on their PAK. More defects mean less restraint on the Irken’s thoughts and emotions, leading to things like more creativity, imagination, the ability to think anti-empire thoughts and other mental things.

And Our Zim shows that he’s more creative and unrestrained than the rest of the Zimvoid.

After having a brief existential crisis over being called the worst Zim in the multiverse, Zim comes to a realization.

Zib built the portals. But there’s no way that a Dib could build something like that. They’re a human child. Even if Zib is a bit older than Dib, there’s no way in hell that he could build something so complicated. He can’t even read Irken, let alone build a massive machine resembling Irken technology.

Irken technology that looks very familiar…..

……Irken technology with a very familiar style….

…….“Oh god, I know what the Zapper actually is.”

In his universe (and presumably most other universes), back when he was a scientist, Zim built blueprints for a theoretical “Irken Disruptor”. Zim says this himself in the comic.

PAKs, Control Brains, and a few other bits of extremely important Irken Technology are immune to EMPs and hacking, but this Device that Zim created could work around that immunity and disable and even control all of it. Even other Irkens. Zim destroyed the device and all his blueprints when he discovered that it had the ability to do that along with the effects it could have on space and time itself if it was improperly used. He made absolutely sure that no data of this thing continued to exist anywhere, with the only blueprints for it being stored safely in Zim’s mind, confident that no one else would be able to figure out how to build one. (And Zim was probably right about that).

Zib has his Zim’s PAK, meaning that he probably has some of his Zim’s memories, including the blueprints for the Disruptor. That explains how he’s able to build and use Irken technology.

So Zib’s “Zapper” is actually just Zim’s Disruptor on a much larger scale. The “Dib Virus” is also the Disruptor’s doing. It’s just hacking and controlling instead of disabling and destroying.

With this context, it is my full belief that the face Zim makes when he says “…The Dib made the portals?” isn’t Zim continuing to have an existential crisis. That is a look of absolute HORROR as Zim realizes exactly what the Zapper is and more importantly, how spectacularly FUCKED everyone is once Zib turns it up to full power for his plan.

Zim destroyed everything related to the disruptor for good reason. On a small scale, it can disable and even control just about any piece of advanced technology and warps reality. As it scales up in size and power, the effects get much more destructive. As seen with Zib’s Zapper, on a planetary scale, firing it as an emp overloaded the Armada’s generators (along with every other sufficiently advanced generator in the galaxy) and created an energy wave that destroyed the entire universe.

(To me, this energy wave sounds a bit like a real concept called a false vacuum, or vacuum decay, so I’m headcanoning it as that. This YouTube video sums up what vacuum decay is pretty well)

Anyways, even when using the Zapper to control technology and force it to destroy itself instead of outright destroying it in a massive emp, on that massive scale there’s still a good chance that it’ll destroy the universe it’s targeting. Zib claims that it’s a one in five chance that the Dib Virus will destroy the universe it’s being used on, but his computer says that his Virus is only 40% stable, implying that there’s a 60% chance that it’ll go wrong and presumably destroy the universe. 60% is much larger than a one in five (20%) chance. That’s more than half. The Zapper and it’s Dib Virus will destroy more than half the universes it’s used on.

And that’s not even accounting for what’ll happen if it WORKS. The Disruptor doesn’t just affect Irkens and Irken tech. It affects ALL sufficiently advanced technology. Once unleashed, the Virus will hijack and then destroy the Irken Armada, followed almost instantly by every other piece of advanced technology in the targeted universe. Irkens all die almost instantly because they rely on their advanced technology to live and are also directly infected by the Virus, but it’ll also destroy everything else belonging to other races. The entire universe will have its technology rolled back to pre-Space Age technology.

Vortians? All technology destroyed and made completely useless, most likely leading to the complete extinction of the species or at least complete societal collapse. Same for the Meekrob, Screwheads, Hobos, and every other species in the galaxy. Anyone with cybernetic devices dies as the Virus infects and destroys them. Planet Jackers are guaranteed to go extinct because they need their technology to keep their star alive. The only species that won’t be affected are humans, who don’t have technology advanced enough to be affected by the Zapper. At the very most, Earth will have no power for a short time like it’s been hit by a regular emp.

Point is, the Zapper is extremely dangerous, destructive and won’t just affect Irkens. And Zim knows that. That is a look of absolute, unbridled HORROR as he realizes what he’s going up against.

And Our Zim with his extra defect is the only Zim that has this realization. Sure only a few Zims (Comic Zim and every other Zim that was in the room at the time) even know about Zib and his plan, but out of all the Zims that were there, only Comic Zim with his ever so slightly more creative and unrestricted mind connects the dots.

And Comic Zim is the only one in the Zimvoid that’s creative enough to come up with a plan to take Zib and his Zapper down. Sure the rest of the Zims stormed the armoury and went to fight Zib, but that was more of a spur of the moment attack than a plan. The other Zims took advantage of the moment and went straight for Zib, while Comic Zim had a realization that the rest didn’t and came up with an actual plan.

Zim knows the how to mess with the Zapper. He built the damn thing (albeit a very small scale prototype that he very quickly destroyed), and is the only person in his universe that knows it exists, so he knows exactly how it’s made and how it works.

The reason that none of the other Zims (including Comic Zim at first) didn’t realize what the Zapper actually was is because of two main reasons. The first is the sheer scale of the thing. The Disruptor that Zim built was handheld, while the Zapper is taller than any skyscraper.

The second reason is the fact that Zib isn’t an Irken. The Zapper looks slightly different from actual Irken technology, especially under the hood, because Zib is a human being following an Irken blueprint. Things are out of place and are designed weirdly because Zib didn’t understand where certain things went when building it, especially since he was trying to build a nearly planet sized version of a handheld device.

Zim with his extra defect (and the extra creativity and imagination that comes with it), was only able the realize what the Zapper actually was once he learned several other things and connected the dots, which no other Zim in the Zimvoid seems to capable of. The other Zims are still more creative than any Irken, but Comic Zim in particular is just slightly more creative than the rest.

The second Zim gets his hands on the Zapper, he knows exactly what he’s doing and very quickly figures out how to control the portals.

But before we talk about the rest of Zim’s plan, there’s one more very important detail that absolutely must be said:

That extra defect and the Zimvoid are mutually exclusive.

Zim’s extra defect may be unique in the Zimvoid, but it isn’t unique out in the rest of the multiverse. And it just so happens that if a Zim gets that particular defect, they don’t end up in the Zimvoid. And we know two other Zims that can serve as proof.

The first one is Show Zim. The Zim that we follow in Enter The Florpus. He and Comic Zim went through the exact same things we see in the show, but are separated by a single moment. Show Zim forgot what phase two of his plan was, leading to Enter The Florpus, while Comic Zim remembered and completed his plan. Show Zim also has that extra defect that he gained while eating packing peanuts. Once again, it’s unknown if the packing peanuts are caused by the defect or the other way around, but the two events are deeply connected.

Show Zim never encounters the Zimvoid. He never encounters the portal. He doesn’t even receive the distress call that’s supposed to lure him in, and if he did receive it, he ignored it.

The other Zim with an extra defect is Emperor Zim. An alternate Zim that directly stems off of Comic Zim’s timeline. He has an extra defect and has been on Earth for YEARS before his past self showed up, but never encountered anything related to the Zimvoid. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been on Earth when Comic Zim showed up.

Somehow, that extra defect prevents Zims from going to the Zimvoid. Maybe it sets up a chain of events that lead to the signal not reaching Zim. Maybe it makes Zim unable to find the location of the signal. Maybe it makes Zim miss the window of time when the portal is open. Given how the multiverse is infinite, all of those opinions are most likely correct at the same time. Point is, extra defect = no zimvoid.

“But then how is Comic Zim here?” I hear you ask. Well, the answer can be found in the person that came to the Zimvoid with Zim.

The distress signal that lures Zims in also has a coded message that keeps Dibs OUT, and it works flawlessly. That is, until Comic Dib showed up, having missed the signal. In other words, the coded message keeps 99.99% of Dibs out of the Zimvoid, but 0.01% still end up here. Comic Dib is that 0.01%.

It’s the exact same thing with Zims and the extra defect. The extra defect keeps 99.99% of all Zims that have it out of the Zimvoid, but 0.01% still end up there. Comic Zim is that 0.01%.

With that being said, think about what Zim did.

He made every other Zim in the Zimvoid eat packing peanuts in that moment, which either gave them the extra defect or served as an indication that the Zim now had an extra defect. He set up things so they were unable to enter the Zimvoid in the first place.

And we see the effects almost instantly.

Number 2 immediately feels “different”, which is the result of the extra defect being a defect. It makes the Irken’s thoughts less restricted, so of course you feel different after getting it. Number 2 also shakes off the effects of the Dib Virus (indicated by his eyes changing back to red) and then disappears into nothing.

Because Number 2 has the defect, he never entered the Zimvoid, was never given the Virus, and never entered the Comic Universe. He returned to his own timeline because that’s where he should be right now. After all, according to the laws of time, he never left his home dimension.

All the Zims are still out there in the multiverse and have all of their own divergent moments. 2K is still aging backwards, Palindrome is still part fish, Number 2 still killed Tak and stole her tech, etc, but they also have an extra defect now, and never entered the Zimvoid or experienced what was inside because of it.

And just to make sure that it can’t be used ever again, Zim made the Zapper’s final act be creating a portal to his universe and then blew it up immediately after. Without the Zapper being there, the portals destabilize, with Zim and Dib escaping through the collapsing portal.

#invader zim #headcanons #analysis #of a headcanon #Zim #Zib #zimvoid #comic spoilers

[bellmo15-blog]

The Octo-Spider

As I’m sure a lot of you have already guessed by the amount of fan art of her I re-tweet on Twitter (and no, I’m NEVER calling it X! That is a lame as Hell name compared to Twitter) Shiver is one of my favourite characters from Splatoon 3. And there’s a lot of good reasons for that. Her beautiful and cool Japanese inspired design, her personality and dialogue and also in my personal opinion the best boss fight in Splatoon 3. There’s a lot I really like about this octopus lady.

So, what better way to show my love for her than to have her bond to the living alien parasite suit from the Marvel universe that is the Venom Symbiote!? “Buying the Shiver Amiibo?” Already beat you two that! After raiding an old abandon facility likely used by humans Deep Cut stumbled upon some strange looking goo that attached itself to Shiver not only making her stronger but also have higher reflexes and web swing like it’s a sort of infinite use Zipcaster. And also, you know, makes her look sexy as all hell! That helps two. This suit is sure to be a massive benefit to her and her team. Don’t think they can sell it for any money or anything though. Not that I think Shiver should get rid of it of course.

Inkling Michael: I mean, she COULD always sell it to me. But then I’d probably just sell it back to her again anyway because Cod dam she’s good looking in that!

Oh and also, she’s got the classic blue tint to her suit as well! This is a tint colour for the Symbiote I don’t see drawn as much in fan art and I think I picked the best character to pair it with… Hey actually, since this is a Splatoon related pic, I’ve been meaning to ask Inkling Me. How is it you’re here in my timeline when you come from a universe millennia after humanity get’s wiped out by mass flooding according to the official Splatoon lore anyway?

IM: Well, it’s mostly because I also go exploring in old human ruins sometimes and I once stumbled upon a magic rock thing that turned out to be a key to the multiverse and after playing with it for a bit I wound up here in your time.

Yeah, I… find that a little hard to believe to be honest.

IM: Then would you believe the ACTUAL reason why I’m here is because it serves as a way to entertain your followers who actually do bother reading the descriptions of these commissions and that none of the interactions between us, your Genie Self or other OC’s are cannon in any way and shouldn’t be looked into two deeply?

Now that I do believe!

Artist is Shenanigma

#Splatoon #Shiver #Symbiote #Venom

[srslyspiderman]

mk so i had this FREAKY dream about Webster(spidersona) and Miguel. but the thing is Webster and Miles are pretty similar in comparison since Webster is just me.. and im similar to Miles,, so... yeah!! so im thinking.. how about i take this as an opportunity to right a freaky ass fic or smth based off that? well ur opinion doesn't matter bc HERE WE GO!!! In 1st person bc it's the only way I can write. :')

— — — woah, the mans a vamp?! — — —

I had always wanted to be apart of the Spider-Society, I always loved the idea of being.. "official" and that place was my one-way ticket to that. Being an "official Spider-Man".. what a dream! I was on my way to Miguel's office-like place and honestly the walk wasn't so bad, I had already gotten my own watch.. well wristband; this way I wouldn't glitch out and die or.. something like that! Once I got there he was lowering himself down on a platform of some sort but he didn't say a word, it was pure silence the entire time.. I had to break it, I had to say SOMETHING.

"So..how's it going big guy? You're awfully quiet," I started, he didn't have anything to say he was just tapping on some holograms doing some lame junk that I couldn't care for so I continued talking "I was thinking... I could be apart of the Spider-Society! I'm pretty helpful in my universe and I think I could be preeeettttyy useful here too!" I don't remember what I said after but I just couldn't stop blabbing at the mouth and I'm sure he said something but I couldnt hear him over how excited I was, I was so lost in my own words I hadn't heard a single word he said to me. He talks to low anyway so..not my fault! However, I guess that made him think I was ignoring him.. which didn't make him the happiest of people. Before I knew it he lunged at me and was pressing me against a wall, he arm pressing against my throat.

"COULD YOU STOP TALKING? YOU'RE VOICE IS SO SICKENING TO LISTEN TO. YOU KNOW THAT RIGHT?" his fangs retracted which honestly scared me, but IM SPIDERMAN. I'd be okay and bounce back up again, those dumb fangs couldn't possibly do a numher on me. Either way.. he couldn't hurt someone who's important, right?

"Hey man, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings I just thought maybe I could help-" He didn't like the fact I kept mentioning helping him, I could tell by the way he was just.. LOOKING at me. Like he wanted to kill me.

"Look kid, I don't need your help. I don't need any of the spider-people here but I can't wipe them all out because people all across the multiverse would drop like flies. Trust me, if I could I would've done it a while ago." Honestly I thought he was playing the role of a tough guy so I wanted to lighten the mood.

"Come onnn, why so sour? You and me could be a team! Check this out; Miguel O'Hairy-Legs and his amazingly charming side-kick, Webster! I could be like your kid, it'd-" He lifted me up into the air for just a moment and slammed me down onto the ground. I think I felt the floor break underneath me. I let out a groan and looked up at him.

"You aren't MY kid. You're just a random kid who just so happened to get some fucking powers, and you'll NEVER be anything more than that. A KID IN A SPIDER COSTUME. A FANBOY PLAYING DRESS-UP." I could see the spit coming out of his mouth, it was disgusting but it was all I could focus on with the amount of pain that was flowing through me from when he slammed me down. "Look, you're gonna go back home and live your life. And you won't be seeing anyone again, no Hobie. No Gwen. Not even Miles. You got it?"

"psh, who's gonna stop me? You're too busy cooped up in your office doing your lame work. You're just like a dad but.. without a k-" I think that's what really got to him, well, I know that's what got to him since before I could even finish my sentence I felt a sharp pain in my neck. My eyes widened as I lifted my hand up slowly but I felt a grip tighten around my wrist and lower it down with force. Miguel wasn't infront of me anymore.. he was to my side, biting down on my neck. The room was quiet like before, the silence that was so unbarable to sit through returned it also seemed to be dimming around me as I tried to push him off me but it didn't matter at that point, my entire body weakened and then everything just went black.

BOOM THE END 😱😱

#spiderman #atsv #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #spidersona #spiderverse oc #spiderverse #fandom #fanfic #spiderverse fanfic

[boundlss]

currently failing to write, so I am going to trick other people into writing instead. Do you have any cool bits of muse lore and/or headcanons that you've always wanted to mention in a plot but just never had an opportunity?

hahaha it took me a few days to get to this because i've been off doing things that AREN'T tumblr rp related, but i'm here now and happy to answer this question (thank you, by the way, i really appreciate you taking the time to send it presumably knowing how much i LOOOVE talking about my muses).

when it comes to this particular blog the natural answer is "um, yes, i don't ever REALLY get the chance to talk about 99 percent of my muses" but that has the potential to be both a very short and very LONG answer so i'll probably just leave you with some stuff for muses that are my personal favorites.

to start off with this is about shiroe log horizon; i don't really know how cool i would call this lore but one of the things i am OBSESSED with about him that i don't always get to discuss is his pre-show activity related to elder tale. he's a dedicated forum user who i hc as having moderated or run the popular discussion sites---in a way not too dissimilar to rev when it comes to baccano!---and who put a lot of his time into dissecting the best and most efficient ways to level in the game, beat raids, etc... it's pretty lame all things considered when it comes to "things about shiroe log horizon" but i've always LOVED the detail that was put into him being a superfan of the game and how that didn't JUST reflect in his activities within the game! i love that he has a sort of canonical "fandom notoriety" because of not only his past involvement with a notorious party but also his own individual out-of-game actions relating to it!

onto another muse; one thing i don't get to discuss with kaito a lot is my actual "mainverse" for him. on my list i have him versed in project sekai for sorting convenience (and for that matter the same is true with longya) but i've actually designed a pretty complex mainverse for him where he's a technological creature created from the thoughts and feelings that listen to the music he's featured in and the songs themselves. because the sense of identity of a vocaloid is pretty nebulous, he was never really much of a consistent being at all, but having gained recent trends in his characterization he's started to take on an actual life and have a real desire to experience existence outside of technology and hologram performances. this verse originated from miku, when i wrote her, but now kaito is in his own unique situation with it and i don't get to use it very often. i think it has a lot of potential in both the wholesome and horror directions.

and fiiiiiinally, i have one of my ocs to talk about, number 44! there are a lot of interesting things i could say about him as he relates to twain over on antisatiric but i don't often get the chance to discuss him from a non twain-centric perspective. i think the thing about him i like the most is that he is both an eternal presence and also the longest in a very long line, and while he has access to and can draw stories from the multiverse, his presence is inherently connected to the "main universe" i have set twain's story in due to twain's universe being a hub of stories where every piece of fiction is real in another world. before he was the archivist, there was a different world considered the "hub world" which had to die in order for the previous archivist to die and 44 to take over the position---so the "hub world" only becomes the hub world BECAUSE the eternal archivist is tied to it. if 44 and the current hub world die, twain will take his place as 45 and a new nascent universe will be created as the new hub world. his lore can get a little complex sometimes.

well anyway, thank you a lot for the ask. i really do like talking like this and it's good to put SOMETHING out on the blog even if that something isn't a reply. ur a real one sawagi :D.

unprompted. / always accepting.

#out of character #muse: shirogane kei #muse: kaito #muse: no. 44 #kanashisou

[nightmarist]

spiderverse spoilers

i watched it a second time, the first time was with one friend, the second was with both my best friends

obsessed with the way spot became the villain

the music, the visual change from white-with-black-spots to that really wiry, black Goya-esque style

It really felt like a reverse of the street fighter "for you it was the worst day of your life, for me it was a tuesday"

I love how terrifying they made him feel, moving on from this dorky silly character - which is also to say people familiar with his comics also just kinda thought he wasnt that great of a villain just lame and weird - and turning him into this superpowered villain. I also love the pettiness of his villain reasoning, part of it being yes he lost his friends and family and job and cant participate in regular society looking the way he does, but also just the "ill show you" attitude of being made fun of. I wonder if hes using that pettiness as a shield from the fact he did, in fact, Lose Everything when he became the spot.

the painterly style of gwen's world was incredible, i love the muted pink and blues, i LOVE the way it started to look like dripping watercolor on a harrowing, sad scene, the color emphasizing emotion between her and her dad, the way she was in light where her dad was covered in shadow.

Framing Miguel's face the way they did his reveal, showing the happy dad and closing out the screen to see this very tired, worn out man. I LOVE a spider-man becoming an accidental villain out of the desperation of holding everything back together, he weight of the multiverse crushing his shoulders, feeling like hes the only one to be able to make the worst of the worst decisions that are necessary (that we know of) to survive.

Pavitr didn't have a lot of screen time but I do like how quickly they were able to get us to know exactly who he is and where he is in the spiderman story; he's still very much a kid having having fun with these new powers.

i LOVE that the comic sound texts (thwip, pow etc) was written in Indian script in Mumbattan

I love all the subtleties in Hobie's design. Every tactile thing he dos changes his color scheme, sometimes he has photocopy lines masked on top of him, which is such a cool touch - punk art styles used photocopiers which is where we get that classic grainy, high-contrast black-and-white look for a lot of punk art.

He also isn't just. Stealing to steal. Like yeah its obvious he took those parts in order to make his own kind of watch (which btw I love that it was on a spiked arm band) , but his entire character is a lot more intelligent than i think a few people assume; hes giving off a casual demeanor, but it feels like hes playing 4D chess while everyone playing checkers like the way he guides and goads Miles into learning to use his palms for the venom strike, it wasn't just foreshadowing it felt super deliberate, in addition to him trying to caution Miles gently away from the Spider Society without being angry or upset Miles wasnt listening.

I cant wait for this to officially release, Im going to go in frame by frame for some of these incredible scenes.

[mysticcollectionbee]

Loki Season 2 Predictions:

[Warning: Maybe spoilers but probably just list of wrong things my mind came up with by accident lol]

• Most controversial out of the way, I think the Mobius and Sylvie we see in the trailer (the whole trailer) are the exact same ones from Season 1: I think Mobius got his memories erased, get into that later, and Sylvie just decided to hide in a random timeline as a mortal. I’ll get into the Mobius thing in the next prediction/theory, But Sylvie seems obvious. From all the clips and Bts of Sylvie she never seems surprised by the time stuff and Loki, more like she was dreading dealing with that stuff again. Also, some of the info says Loki is looking for HER, not a variant. Loki would obviously see a variant as a completely different individual now. My final reasoning is more a theory connecting to both Mobius and Sylvie: I don’t think they can HAVE variants. Sylvie is already a variant, and became her own multiversal, timeline-free entity. Same with Mobius in a way, Mobius can obviously have variants but I don’t think the TVA can have variants, because the TVA can’t cause it’s own Nexus Events outside of time. My only evidence is literally based on a thing I don’t like from Strange 2, so take it with a grain of salt. America Chavez says (or at least thinks) that she has no variants. What if she just doesn’t have variants that branched from her or vice versa? Maybe America Chavez variants exist but not from that same nexus event or origin point. So yeah, I think Sylvie and Mobius are the same ones from Season 1.

•Mobius got his memories erased: Pretty simple one. Why build up the fact that Loki probably now knows how to return memories if not to use it? Why make a little scene where Mobius says he didn’t leave those cup stains and Ravonna say he did if not to hint that she might of erased his memories before? I don’t know feels weird for a completely different Mobius to be buds with Loki only for the OG to return or be completely ignored. Also, hey! Loki using his mental manipulation magic for good! That would be neat development!

•More than one Kang: Another obvious one but still…No way is Victor Timely, the Kang variant that got STUCK in the wrong timeline and using Minutes as a ghost trick the major big bad. There has got to be another Kang.

•B-15’s and Casey’s origin and/or Variants will be seen and possibly explained: I just doubt Casey would send himself to prison so 98% sure it’s his Nexus event. And I would really like it if on a mission Mobius and Loki accidentally come across B-15’s variant and that’s how they are able to convince her to get on board with their plan (It took Sylvie returning her memories to make her join her side, so I doubt the time duo would be able to convince het without concrete, and personal, evidence).

•I didn’t come up with this one but I am adding a little thing: Mobius used to be a Jetski Salesman…BUT never actually got to ride em. Like how he protects the Timeline but could never be a part of it. So after the conflict is over I think Mobius will choose to not to return to old life, and choose a new life (*cough* please with Loki *cough*).

•Controversial…I don’t think Sylvie and Loki are gonna end up together: It’s not because I don’t like the ship! It’s because it would be kinda lame for both of their character arcs. I also don’t think it matches with how their reunion seems to be, or make sense with their different goals. So…I yeah… I think Sylvie will choose to travel the Multiverse again, this time trying to find a place to belong and not just be a Loki variant. While Loki focuses on dealing with Kang and probably returning to the Main timeline. This mostly just me seeing Sylvie not wanting to deal with Kang’s shit anymore while Loki does want to.

•The TVA will burn down to the ground and it will be caused by Mobius in some way: The TVA is inherently problematic and flawed, destroying it seems like the only good option. And lots of foreshadowing that Mobius will cause it (To Loki threatening to do it “You can start on my desk”, “Burn it to the ground! Thanks for the spark!” Entering Renslayer’s office with a prune stick despite probably not gonna use it on her but the office, etc).

•Last real prediction, I think Ravonna will end up taking control over the TVA and Miss Minutes away from Kang becoming her own separate villain: This is just based on the comics. Ravonna works with/for Kang but always ends up hating him and trying to kill him. Why would Judge Renslayer not think she could do a better job? •Not a prediction but a really big wish: Loki and Mobius get together…Probably won’t happen but eh, a person can dream can’t they?

Also I swear to god if they end another season with Mobius not getting/riding a Jetski then what was this all for?

#mcu #marvel #loki season 2 #predictions #headcanon #theories #loki mcu #sylvie #mobius #ravonna renslayer #kang dynasty #tva

[blazehedgehog]

This is the first Victory Royale I've had in a month and a half. I don't want to say this Fortnite season has been "bad" in so many words, because I think the new jungle area is great, but in terms of what they've done with it, it's very... perfunctory. Which has been a lot of this chapter. You'd be hard pressed to wonder if Fortnite's best days are behind it.

In the early days, Fortnite used to have mystery! Intrigue! Then it had story, which was messy and poorly told. Then it got slightly better told, at the cost of demystifying and fleshing out some of its characters in such a way that it started to feel kind of lame. The personality and tone I imprinted on Fortnite's mystery was not what they ended up going with. A common pitfall.

The opening season of this chapter, Chapter 4, served as kind of an epilogue for what had happened in Fortnite up to this point. AMIE, a robot character introduced partway through Chapter 3, needed help to travel the multiverse in search of the heroes we lost in the transition to Chapter 4. In the climax of Season 1 of Chapter 4, she said goodbye to Jonesy, the guy who was literally the face of Fortnite for most of its life, and both of them disappeared.

Keep in mind that, within the story they were conveying, Jonesy didn't go anywhere. Not that they ever told us. He just stopped being in the story. Hasn't been seen or heard from again. And when he left, he apparently took the all of Fortnite's ongoing plot threads with him, because Chapter 4 Season 2 pretty much ignored everything and was about some kind of weird cyberpunk clan war. You had to "unite the clans" by doing some incredibly basic stuff like "hit an antenna with your stick." It wasn't terrible, but it didn't have anything to do with what we'd been dealing with for four years now, and by the end of the season it was clear things were coasting on fumes.

The thing about Fortnite's story is that, love or hate it, it provided secondary gameplay. It took some of the focus away from solely just winning a match and gave you a broader sense of accomplishment. Even if you only managed to finish 20th or something, maybe you got a couple of quests done and leveled up the battle pass. And, once they started doing voiced quests, maybe you got a little bit of somewhat amusing dialog to go with it. It was flavor, even if the flavor wasn't always what you wanted to taste at that particular time.

Now here we are in Chapter 4 Season 3 and things are the thinnest they've maybe ever been. A vast jungle has spread out, taking up close to a third of the entire island. It's full of ancient ruins, and there's just... nothing about it that matters.

Fortnite's story was always ongoing. You received new story quests every week or two, give or take. The map itself was always static, but things would evolve week by week. A story event might see a building get destroyed, and as the season progressed, something would happen to those ruins. Clean up vehicles would spawn around them, and trucks carrying rubble away would appear further and further down the road in every update. Fortnite's island felt alive, like people were living and working there behind the scenes in between matches.

As of this chapter, it's happening less, and less, and less. As seasons got longer, wait times between new story quest branches got longer. Last season things came to a head, with new additions to the story hitting every month and a half. You could often finish the next branch of story quests within an hour of their release, only to be told "Additional quests will be available in 48 days!"

And now, halfway through this season, those sorts of updates have grinded to a standstill. The jungle is our one big geographical update and the rest of the map hasn't been touched. I subscribe to someone on Youtube called PlaystationGrenade because he used to do these great videos breaking down all the fun changes every update, and last season he just outright gave up because there was nothing going on anymore.

There haven't even been any story quests at all this season -- audio logs are scattered around the jungle hinting at something big on the horizon, but they're mainly teasing what is probably going to be the end of Chapter 4 in December or January. It's July.

(There was a time where Fortnite didn't reboot the entire map every single year, and maybe that's contributing to this problem.)

The best we've gotten is a quest category called "Snapshots" which, since the season's launch on June 8th, has contained exactly one single snapshot. There's no plural there.

So it's not that I hate what they've done this season, it just feels like they drop a new biome on us and check out, and it's been a problem that's getting worse over time.

It maybe wouldn't bother me so much if it wasn't for the fact they spent years and years and years building up all this lore, all these characters, all of this story, and then just cut that all off at the knees and dip. I would accept this as the sunsetting of Fortnite, but it feels like there's unfinished business, and I'm sure it's not as though Fortnite is suddenly "out of money", you know? It just feels like they've stopped trying, or at least stopped trying in ways that matter.

Salt in the wound is that, perhaps to make up for how little there is to do this season, it feels like they've really cranked the heat up on their matchmaking algorithm. I'm not one to complain about the perils of "skill based matchmaking" (SBMM) but these last couple seasons have thrown me into the deepest end of the pool where I clearly do not feel comfortable in. All my games are full of people who are miles above my skill level, snap to my face, and melt me in one or two shots. And, without decent quest content or meaningful map evolution to act as a buffer, it's starting to feel real stale playing this game. It really does feel like Epic's top shelf creative talent is focusing their attention somewhere else, and these kinds of scraps is all that's left for Fortnite.

Even if they're just trying to go back to the raw, original Fortnite gameplay of being a Battle Royale first and foremost, to that I say... once you lean so much on story and story quests, that's not a genie you can just put back in the bottle. Especially if their grand ending is "everybody died and the few remaining survivors stopped caring." I didn't love Fortnite's story, but if they've gone this far, they should at least wrap it up.

Of course, it wouldn't be the first time Epic ended something like this on a wet fart, I guess.

#fortnite #complaining #chapter 4 #chapter 5 #Youtube