#about who would and wouldn't be in multiverse of madness

[pastafossa]

Honestly I’m choosing to be an optimist and believe that Elden Henson at the least could still be in DD Born Again (haven’t heard anything about Deb so not sure there). As best I can tell, all the current rumors that he and Deb aren’t there trace back to a single article stating Elden and Deborah aren’t on the current call sheet. And having known folks who worked in TV, this doesn’t necessarily mean they aren’t on the cast list. It just means that what DD is filming right now doesn’t require them - think action scenes, solo scenes. It could mean that, say, Jon’s on a time crunch and so they’re just going to shoot everything with him and Charlie first so he can leave and then they’ll hit everything else. It could mean, ‘yeah ok we buffed all our dudes up so we’re just gonna get the hardcore fights and the shirtless scenes done ASAP’. Kevin has been open about how much he loved Netflix DD, and the fact that he’s already pulled in Charlie, Vincent, and Jon, along with - seemingly - Krysten if the hints on twitter are right, makes me hopeful that this is just a, ‘They’re being secretive and are filming things in a certain order’.

I’m keeping my fingers crossed, anyway.

#daredevil #daredevil: born again #elden henson #foggy nelson #i'm holding onto what i know from folks who work in tv #they literally have to film this shit out of order and sometimes have to navigate cast schedules so i'm hoping #that they're just like #'yeah we gotta get all the gritty heavy stuff done first' #and then they'll come back to all the non-fighty hard core things and that's when elden will pop up #and where deb will pop up #alternatively marvel's just baiting people into talking about it like they did with all the rumors #about who would and wouldn't be in multiverse of madness #i'm not willing to make the leap yet and assume our foggy won't be there #i'm honestly not sure about deb cause i know she's said she hasn't gotten any calls and vincent has been campaigning to bring her back too #BUT #marvel contracts also tend to require you to pretend you're not gonna be in shit so idk

[sugarplumsfairy]

thinking about we could have gotten ioan gruffudd’s reed richards in multiverse of madness

#marvel #mom spoilers #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness spoilers #apparently he was offered the role but declined #when i tell u my heart BROKE #because obviously he wouldn't be mcu reed richards #but like the illuminati could have been fully legacy actors #and can u imagine those of us who were kids when those fantastic four movies came out #and seeing him turn into spaghetti ?? because of his arrogance ?? #idk how i feel about j.k. #but seeing gruffudd's reed would have had a greater emotional impact #(at least for me) #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness

[breadly-art]

I often see people saying that Miguel hates children. All I can say to such people is that their views are too shallow. And that's why they're wrong:

Let's think logically. Miguel, like the entire HQ, is sure that the violation of canon events will result in the destruction of the entire universe. He has reason to believe so - before his eyes, the whole world disappeared through his own fault. That's it, it's all gone. Of course, Miguel will be sure that it is not worth violating the canon. Moreover, he knows that the universes are connected, and if you lose too many of them, then the entire multiverse will collapse, this is logical. It's like a spider web - the more holes there are in it, the sooner it will break.

Miguel leads a squad that maintains the stability of the canon by dealing with anomalies. He must be sure that each of the spider-men will be reliable enough to prevent a violation of the canon event. He has no other option, he will not just forget about the minor mistakes of any spider-man from the HQ. Not because he's angry and strict, but because the safety of all universes depends on it, God damn it.

He's in charge for a reason. He knows what he is doing and why, he knows what a mistake will cost. "I don't always like what I have to do. But I know that I have to be the one to do it." He knows that the canon event often costs someone their life, he knows that some spider-man will feel bad about it, but are there any other options?... Yes, in the question "one person or the whole universe" he chooses the universe, but that doesn't make him an asshole. He's trying to save millions of lives in the only reliable way he knows how.

And now back to his "hatred of children." Miles. Yes, I can understand his desire to save his father, but it could destroy his universe. And yes, it is not a fact that it will be destroyed, but judging by what Miguel saw, the chance of the collapse of the universe is GREAT. And it's not just about Miles's universe, it's about all universes. A web with many holes breaks faster. If saving the universes costs Miles's father's life, if Miguel has to keep Miles at HQ by force to prevent him from making a mistake, he will do it. I don't think Miguel likes it. But he knows he has to be the one to do it.

Gwen. A lot of people didn't like the way he treated her, but listen - there were reasons for that. As I said, Miguel needs to be confident in every spider-Man at HQ, it's a matter of keeping the universes safe. And Gwen let Miles go, let go of someone whose actions could destroy everything. Miguel can't count on her the way he used to, not after she let Pavitr's canon break and didn't catch Miles. He sends her home not because he hate her, but because the HQ is not a place for those who think with their gut. Here you need to think with your head, only this can be 100% sure. You can't make mistakes. HQ must not allow the disruption of the canon. They must not allow the chance of death of millions of people. So Miguel wasn't mad at Gwen. He was disappointed in her - because she couldn't make a hard choice.

For the same reason, he doesn't take Peter B. on a mission. Peter didn't stop Miles when he had the chance, but unlike Gwen, he hasn't questioned Miguel's theory about the canons yet. Peter believes him, but is clearly not sure what to do next. That's why Miguel takes Jess and Ben with him, the ones he's 100% sure of.

Next... Gwen's father. No one, damn it, keeps their finger on the trigger when they don't really want to shoot. Do you think he wouldn't have shot his own daughter? Oh no, he would have done it. And Miguel understood that - that's why he intervened, even though he shouldn't have been there. After all, remember - a vulture could disrupt some kind of canon event. But which one? Facereveal Gwen in front of her father, perhaps? Nevertheless, Miguel intervened. After all, he knows what it's like to deal with an Irish father named George, who is ready to raise his hand against a child.

And then, even seeing Gwen's insecurity after everything that happened, he suggests that she "join the club", he knows what it's like to be all alone. And he clearly doesn't want that for Gwen.

Miguel is not a bad character. Not a villain. He doesn't hate children. He's just trying to protect the universes the best he can, and he's ready to be the one who has to make the hard choice. I don't think he likes it all. He keeps doing it because he doesn't know any other way. He tried to find it - and the more he tried, the more damage he did. He’s only on the “prevent other worlds from being disrupted” step of this process and he’s already way past worn out.

Look at it from this angle - if you had been working on a project for a very long time, which you had already failed once (and it was so terrible that you don't want to remember), which required all your time and effort, required you to lead people you didn't know very well, required you to constantly make choices, after which you would they always looked askance, and you yourself would feel extremely lousy, but which would clearly benefit many people... And then there was a high chance that another person would ruin everything for you, because he has another untested work plan. And this person is not listening to you, this person is not interested in your arguments, he is absolutely stubborn. Wouldn't you freak out about it? Wouldn't you be angry? Wouldn't you try to stop this person with all your might? This is not hatred of children. It's a damn fear.

#breadly posts #miguel o'hara #atsv #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #atsv miguel #miguel ohara #miguel 2099 #astv miguel #miguelito #miguel spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman across the spiderverse #text post

[lycheeloving]

a non-platonic yandere!Bruce thought this time, with some multiverse stuff, because that's all I could think about today.

I imagine this is at a point where you've been with him for some time & have mostly gotten used to your situation (having been kidnapped and forced into a relationship with a billionaire who happens to be Batman)

a small allusion to nsfw stuff, minors dni

You're bored, sitting in the bedroom you share with Bruce (who's currently patrolling, so you can't even annoy him for entertainment), so you decide that you at least want a change of scenery, and what better place for that than the batcave? So you take a book, a drink and a blanket with you as you venture down into the cave.

Bruce doesn't like it when you're down there, especially not while he's out, but it doesn't concern him enough to install anything that would keep you from going down there. If you're lucky, this will piss him off just enough to make the inevitable post-patrol sex with him more interesting tonight, so a win-win situation, really! You sit down in his comfy chair in front of his bat-computer, snuggle into your blanket so you don't freeze to death and start reading.

After some time you stand up to stretch and notice Bruce in the reflection on the computer. Weird, you didn't hear the batmobile returning! Well, you must have just been really immersed in the book.

"Bruce? You're back early, I thought you said you'd take longer today because of some Arkham emergency?"

No response.

"Ok, look, I know you don't like it when I'm down here, but I was getting sick of the manor!"

Still no response.

You turn around to look at him more closely, his expression might look like his usual stony facade, but you've spent enough time with him by now to be able to read him a bit and you're pretty sure he looks... confused?

"Hello? Are you ok? Did you hit your head? Did you drive with a head injury?? Wait, no, of course not, the batmobile can drive home all by itself-"

As you say that, you look at where the batmobile should be. should be, because it's not there. You look back at Bruce. Did his batsuit always look like that? You could swear that the ears are usually a bit smaller, and the color is wrong. Huh. You take a step back. "You're.. not Bruce, are you?"

He finally opens up his mouth to explain that he's from a parallel universe, that he and the Bruce from your universe have been helping each other with cases for a while now, he just came here to see if your Bruce was available, but if he's not here right now he's going to leave again. He gestures to a portal in the wall that you missed because from your angle it just looks like the wall of the cave, but when you take a step forward you can see into what looks like the batcave you're in right now but slightly to the left. A bit uncanny.

"You looked confused earlier, did Bruce not tell you about me? Or did you just not expect to see me down here?"

"...I was not aware that he is in a relationship."

"I mean, yeah, I guess if I was him I wouldn't go around telling people I kidnapped someone and keep them locked in my mansion, either. Even if they looked exactly like me, I mean, you never know if they think exactly like you as well. Um. Anyways, it was nice to meet you?" You wave awkwardly while he looks shocked (in his stoic way).

"...Why didn't you try to escape through the portal, then, if you're kept here against your will?"

"Oh, um, my bracelet is designed to shock me as soon as I leave. Like, really painful electric shocks. I'm not trying that again." More shock and guilt on other-Bruce's face.

"I'm sure I could disable it. Come with me."

"...And then what? Bruce will come after me. He'll attack you and be really, really mad at me for running away. Really mad. He said he'd break my legs if I ever tried to run again, I'm not risking that. And he'll keep me chained up in the bedroom for months." You shudder. "I like my walking around the house privileges, thank you very much."

You feel uncomfortable when he doesn't react and instead keeps staring at you. "I think you should leave. Now. ...Please."

He takes a step towards you. "I can keep you safe. I wouldn't feel right, knowing I left you here. Come with me."

You take a step back. "Look, thank you for offering, but I don't think this will end well for either of us. I'm gonna go now."

You turn to leave, but he's faster than you. He grabs your wrist, stopping you from getting away. You squirm in his hold while he inspects your bracelet. He then pulls something out of his utility belt with which he's able to remove the bracelet without it shocking you, throws you over his shoulder and carries you through the portal, not at all bothered by your kicking and scratching. He puts you down and closes the portal behind him. It all happened faster than you could wrap your head around.

"...I think it would be best if you stayed in the manor until I figure out how to resolve this.", he says, an unnerving glint in his eyes.

Did you just get kidnapped by a second Batman? Will he really let you go? You doubt that, somehow. You think you would have preferred to stay with your Batman, at least with him you knew what to expect...

#idk if any of this makes sense but I can't proofread this again or I'll scream #yandere batman #yandere bruce wayne #batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #x reader #reader insert #yandere!batman #yandere!bruce wayne #yandere dc #yandere #lycheewritings #dark!bruce wayne #dark!batman #dark bruce wayne #dark batman #yandere batfam

[florapal]

enchanted to meet you.

welcome home ! / ot8 x human!reader , can be seen as romantic or platonic.

what they like abt u <333

no warnings.

first welcome home writing piece ever ... I hope you little tulips enjoy<3 inspired by so many human readers I've seen n read !

humanity.

that was what made you different from your neighbors— your humanity. your flesh, and your bone, and every blood vessel you had— every vein, every nail, every tooth and every beat of your heart— it made you different. they were made of felt. they had nothing but stuffing in their bodies, they were literally puppets. they didn't need almost everything you did— food, toothbrushes, skincare (probably). water made them sink so deep into the ground, they could barely move.

but you— you were vastly different from them, and you naturally— knew more. they came to you for most of their endeavors; even the smartest neighbor, your predecessor— frank frankly— came to you once in a while.

they asked you about what it was like , how it was like , to be a human. why did you need this? why did you need that? what would happen if [...]? what would never happen? curiosity, curiosity, curiosity. you couldn't blame them, either, seeing as you were equally curious about the world around you. this foreign world that you, like, literally dreamed of— you dreamed about this world so often, that you theorize its what got you sent here in the first place. a gap made in the multiverse, you theorize, opened during your sleep. until then, you had been an overseer, not directly interacting with anyone from the neighborhood.

it must've taken one gap in space. one lapse in time, in the order of the universe. one thing to confuse your conscience, and in turn confused your senses. your dream felt real, now, as a familiar voice called to you— and you opened your eyes.

wally darling.

you freaked out a bit, after that.

who wouldn't? who wouldn't, in such worlds like this one.

the sky shines brighter here.

everything's brighter, to be fair.

even you are.

surrounded by constant support & love , comforted and relied on— you don't believe yourself deserving of this, but they do.

poppy partridge is, no joke, a mother hen. poppy is the first to offer housing, to offer nutrition and to offer company— she cares, she cares, and she cares some more. she finds herself running a wing down your hair , entranced by every strand and every split end. counting each strand you have eases her , to some extent. it helps her cool down, just as her presence in general helps you cool down.

julie joyful is as joyful as her surname suggests. she takes your hand without fear, she doesn't hesitate to know you— she pushes you to talk about yourself , even. she finds herself interested in your fingers. she fiddles with them unconsciously, intrigued by every callous, intrigued by every line on your palm— intrigued by your nails. she traces the lines on your palms absentmindedly — uncharacteristically quiet as she listens to you talk about your world.

barnaby b. beagle makes you laugh the moment you meet him. all it takes is a clever punch line , and you're giggling like mad— and barnaby prides himself on the fact he is able to make you laugh. he is curious about your smile— for the first time he saw it, he saw a row of white pearls shining up at him. it looked like a treasure chest being opened, as weird as it sounded. barnaby only hopes that he'll make you smile each and every day— he wouldn't know what he'd do if he saw your teeth gritting— be it in anger, or sadness. he hopes he never will know.

eddie dear is your pen pal who delivers his letters himself. in these letters, you tell him of your hobbies and your pet peeves, your no's and your yes', your dos and don'ts. you tell him everything, and in turn, he tells you everything aswell. can you blame him if he is enamored by how you speak? like, literally, how you speak. he does, indeed, find your voice calming— something he must savour. but he cannot fathom the fact you don't need a voice box, and whenever you speak— your neck?? vibrates?? he is eager to learn about human anatomy! it'd be even better from you, as sadly, what you say is almost always on paper.

sally starlet is in her prime theater kid era, as you said. you stated it once and she has never let it go. yes, she is infact in her prime ! she enjoys the thrill , the applause and the fun ! she's also, however, thrilled by your ideas. you, as someone from another world, bring such wonderful things onto the table that— in her brilliance, she makes possible. she wonders if the sun is inside of you, for your ideas brighten up every day she lives. yes, tell her more about your little disney movies, she's taking notes and planning to create another to add into that category! the best one yet! perhaps you could be the lead?

howdy pillar is , in your words , a funky dude with nice arms. he appreciates the compliment. the supplier of most of the towns goods, he gets in good business— but he thinks whenever you're there, he gets better business! your drive is contagious, and he wants to get more things done when you're in his vicinity. you motivate him unknowingly to better his shop, as you better your situation in this neighborhood. he's proud of you, neighbor, he hopes you are of him too.

frank frankly is fascinated with you. he seems to be interested in your knowledge of insects , but he seems to be interested in your general knowledge too. you know more than he does , been out and about more than he's been— seen more bugs than he has, you are literally from a different world— a world he wants to know all about. there is so much going on in your brilliant mind, every time you converse— he believes he's only ever receiving a morsel of your intellect. perhaps you'd be free tomorrow, to meet up and to engage in intellectual things?

wally darling is intrigued. he hears a beat in your chest, he says, and you nod. he places a hand on your chest, over your heart, and it beats. he looks at you in awe. he doesn't know what this is, but it is part of you, and if it's part of you— it's aweworthy. this mindset goes for every part of you— all of you is beautiful to him. however, he must say, he enjoys the way your eyes crease whenever you smile. eyes are windows to the soul, you told him, and he couldn't agree more— especially the moment your eyes sparkled when he told you he loved you. how did you interpret this ? you did not know, all you know is that you love him too.

each puppet finds solace in you, as cliché as it sounds. as different as you are from them, flesh & bone to felt & fur , they can not deny that, just as they were with every neighbor,

they were enchanted to meet you.

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#wally darling x reader #poppy patridge #poppy patridge x reader #julie joyful x reader #frank frankly x reader #eddie dear x reader #sally starlet x reader #howdy pillar x reader #howdy pillar #sally starlet #frank frankly #julie joyful #wally darling #eddie dear #barnaby b. beagle x reader #barnaby b beagle #barnaby beagle #welcome home x reader #welcome home arg #welcome home! #welcome home

[doubledown]

Yall already know the drill no MLM fetish people as for minors go while I'd prefer you not to interact I cant control what you do

So this is abit of a specific fic for a certain someone ( you know who you are pooks 💕 )

The reader is Latino with a brown complextion feel free to imagine them in whatever shade you want

The reader will be male and masc terms will be used for them

Some Spanish will be in this used in this fic but a translation with be provided so dont worry about havin to go to google translate

This will most likely be around 2 or 3 parts depending on my motivation

ALSO I HAVE NOT WATCHED THE MOVIE so uh if its not like canon him I'm sorry 🧍‍♀️

Degration, Hook up, Hand job, Public Sex, Cheating, S_lf h_rm ( not described implied tho ), HEAVY Voice Kink

HEAVY on criticism. Trying out a new writing style since I noticed that the one I currently due really doesn't stimulate my brain enough which leads to writer's block. SO YEAH LMFAO HAVE FUN ( P.S THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITEEE AND IT IS KINDA LONG SO SEAT BACKK AND ENJOYYYYYYY )🧍‍♀️

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Your mama says I'm a fool

And yeah, maybe that's true 'cause I can't

stop thinkin' 'bout you

I'm tryin'

I'm tryin' not to forget my words

'Cause when I'm around you, I tend to keep

changin' my mind

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Miguel murmered as the smell of heavy whiskey and cheap liquor crowded around him. He wasn't a drinker at all. He hadn't even thought about it. Well.....not until today. Everything was just going to shit. So he figured he drown himself in something other then self destruction and exhaustion. At least this would kill his worries for awhile after all what's the point of multiverse travel if you couldn't do somewhere where you were unknown? A place you could simply escape without anybody finding you or judging you for your actions. Nobody to put a strong and dominate front for. Just simply unknown and out of touch. " What's on your mind to drink tonight? " The bartender asked abit of a friendly smile on his face. Miguel honestly didn't know what to choose so he just said the first brand of liquor that came to mind. " Just a few shots of fireball.." He said resting his arms on the bar. " Alright hot shot your drinks will be ready in abit. " The bartender said quickly soon off to go take other orders while simultaneously making drinks. He couldn't say he wasn't impressed in all honesty but he had seen it done by failedly by parker. He always tended to try things that really didn't suit him. The bartender looked up and Miguel heart almost sunk in his chest when he spoke. " Buyin a drink or did ya miss me y/n? " The bartender asked leaning over the bar giving a peck on the lips to you.

He couldn't look. He wouldn't look. Yet the gentle rumble in your voice was something that always had a hold on him. " Why not both? " You teased catching onto your lover's lip in your teeth before letting go with a smirk. " You know what I like cariño. " [ darling/dear ] Cariño. Cariño Cariño Cariño Cariño...Even after years away from each other the word still made him his heart burn. Just the way your accent just drove him mad was something that he couldn't even begin to explain. Yet he knew it wasn't his place to feel that way nor right. You two were seperated now. But he wished that things had gone very differently.

" Miguel......Surprised to see you here. " You said your tone neutral but he could feel the hiss of anger in your eyes. You two broke up on a rather...messy note. Things were just too much and miguel wasn't excatly helping with being fuckin spider man and shit. You didn't- No. You couldn't do it. You weren't gonna live in fear that somebody may one day hurt you because they may have followed him home or some shit. So you suggested he retire from doing the whole superhero thing. And he didn't at all take it well. The two of you argued about it for days which turned into weeks. Things were said and one thing led to the other and soon you two weren't even remotely related anymore. He choose people he didn't even know over you. And it stung like hell. But you moved on and forward. And to see him in such a low state....it....it messed with you abit. It brought back some things that you really wished you had buried lower..

" Y/N. It's nice to see you again. " He said with a small smile. You had always been rather...eye pleasing to put it appropriately. Everything just fit so perfectly on you. Every feature on your face to every hair on you head was completely and utterly put together so...Intoxicatingly. And your voice....fuck your voice.... " Ah Im guessin you guys have past? " The voice of your lover pulled him away before his thoughts had a chance to tip off. " Yeah. He's an old friend. " You said simply without bothering to look at the other man. You already you tired from work and really didnt want want to deal with your partner gettin all pissy that your ex is here. " Just a shot of jack daniels Mí Corazón. " you purred. [ My heart ] You knew what your voice did to Miguel. You know what you could gain from him just with a few soft I love yous or just simply saying his name the way he liked. He was a slut for words. Literally. And you had no sympthay for him left in you to care. After all it seemed more like a personal problem then anything. Sucks to suck.

You sat down next to Miguel resting you arms on the bar slightly leaning just enough for that slight arch in your back to show. It was wrong you knew that. Quietly seducing your ex while your partner was right in front of you. But after all you had to return the favor. Finding those texts from all those different guys. You wondered how many times he had fucked some guy while on shift. More importantly how many of them were here now. Miguel was weak when it came to you. He always had been. And the way he shifted in his seat when ever you spoke or the way he seemed so dazzedly focused on your features only proved that he still was a little whore for you. But you weren't gonna simply just give him what he wanted. No. That be too merciful. He needed to beg. Like bitch in heat. He needed to beg like fucking him was a need. Like he couldn't survive without you stuffing him full of what he knew craved.

Miguel cleared his throat and diverted his eyes to his drink as the bartender brough back his drink. " I didn't know you were into liquor. " You said with abit of a curious tone. When did he start drinking?? He always had hated the smell of alcohol at least you thought he did. He used to get onto you about drinking all the time goin on and on about how it could mess up your liver and such. Yet here he was puttin his feelings into a cup. Crazy how things change. " And I thought you didn't fall under stress. " He muttered taking drinking it down in a quick motion. He gagged slightly before swallowing a rather displeasing look on his face. " What? The bite too much for you amor? " [ Love ] You snarked a teasing smile on your face. " No. It's just stronger then what I'm used to. " He mumbled clearly embarrassed by his own reaction. The wound between you too was still fairly fresh. Even more unattended then you both thought. The dismissed jab from Miguel only just proved it.

You swished your drink around not even really wantin it in all honesty. It just felt all surreal and awkward having him around. It just didn't feel natural anymore. And you hated it so fuckin much. Your thoughts were brought out by your rather oblivious boyfriend giving you a kiss on the forehead. " Hey sorry to interrupt you in your space but I gotta head out for a bit. A friend from work needs help movin some furniture. " He said with a smile. " Don't worry about the bar ken is already gettin ready for his shift. " He continued giving you a finally peck before leaving. So that's how he did it. He made a lame ass excuse and left before he could be asked questions. Huh. It was the only thought that came into your mind. At this point feelin guilty was out of the picture entirely. After all if he could go have fun why couldn't you.

You leaned up slightly your left hand grazing the other's thigh as he stiffened. He looked at you confusedly and you simply looked at him for permission. You had always been abit of a fan for open things. It obviously took him a minute to realize what you wanted to do and the clear surprise look on his face almost made you laugh. Yet odd enough he moved his seat abit closer to you despite it. " Hm. Seems like somebody missed old times. " You hummed to yourself teasing his cock through his jeans. He shifted in his seat as he rested his hand on his forehead trying his hardest not to thrust up for attention. You slowly but carefully unzipped his jeans and the entire time the poor man was figiting in his seat. " Desperate much? " You murmed loosely as you teased the head of his swollen cock.

He huffed sharply as he shifted his weight toward your as you wrapped your pretty hands around his cock and pumped it at a rather fast pace. A small whimper came from his throat as you stroked him precum dripping as your pace became relentless. He put his head down on the bar ledge his one hand covering his mouth trying so hard to quiet his soft rambles of pleasure. He twitched and pulsed as what seemed like hours to him as his responses simply got harder and harder to hide. At this point he was pratically mind numb with pleasure and being a whiny mess of a man. Yet you weren't done with your pretty boy just yet. Things were simply getting started.

#dom male reader #sub character #sub miguel o'hara #top male reader #male y/n #dom reader #submissivecharacter #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #lowkeywannabendhimover #LOLENJOYY #YesIdidleaveyallonacliffhangersorrynotsorry🤞🙄/j/lh

[gaylordscooter]

Log of the Multiverse: Blue (aka me, sans t. skeleton)

Originally this was supposed to be an entry on ink but he didn't really like the sound of he wanted to write his entry himself when he had the time to. so i decided to write about myself instead.

it's kinda funny, i should've made this the first entry maybe. it seems pretty self-centered to write an entry on yourself or would it be self-centered to not write an entry? it'd be like assuming everyone already knew who i was.

my name was sans. first name sans, last name, i shit you not, skeleton. pap my brother thought i was joking when i told him it was, in fact, our last name. of course i had to let that name go once i lost my home. i was given this nickname by ink even though it's not mine to have

i didn't lose my home to error, or any outcode for that matter. it destroyed itself, to put simply

according to ink, there were "too many plot holes" and "contradictions" that ended up breaking it. "unfinished" he said, like my world was just someone's drafted story.

it was.

speaking of ink, they're the reason im able to write this in the first place. he dragged me out of my universe right as it collapsed. honestly that whole series of events was a blur, i remember running away from temmie, who just got all six human souls and was trying to kill me along with the other stray monsters that managed to evade the human's murder-spree. i thought temmie was my friend. i question why ink rescued me

my universe was a "swap" universe, meaning in the original universe i was more like my brother and he was more like me, for example. but i've met the sans from "underswap" he's fairly different from me. i've also met versions of my brother when i went to the omega timeline and im still different from them too. like. more different than they are from each other

i assume that has to do with the instability of my universe, ink did nickname it "botchedswap" after all (flattering name, i know)

ever since ink rescued me from my universe i kinda just stuck by his side. i joke that he's my "universe taxi driver" but (i REALLY hope he doesn't read this) he's my best friend.

he's a better friend than temmie ever was. that's for sure

but sometimes i feel like when he looks at me, he's not thinking about me. it's like he pretends im someone else. i remember when he first called me "blue". they didn't say it like they just came up with that nickname, they said it with familiarity.

like it already belonged to someone else

and it did, it belonged to the guy before me, the guy im a replacement for. i was so mad. i was infuriated, at ink, for using me as a replacement. but then he explained his side

it was like his mask of ingenuity cracked as he told me. he was guilty. he's been guilty. and i was their solace

i'm his attempt at repentance

it made sense why dream and i aren't that close, he didn't want a replacement and i'm hardly a good one too i can't count the amount of times ink looked at me weirdly for saying something blue wouldn't. he misses blue, the real blue.

[the paper's damp here, as if drops of water was spilled onto it]

i haven't really been talking about myself, have i?

before my universe destroyed itself, i was in the process of studying to become apart of the royal science division, i was getting training from undyne alphys oh god which one was it someone. i, i think i got in? at one point. i remember celebrating getting in, but that doesn't sound right.

meanwhile my brother he [the writing afterwards is completely scribbled out and illegible, the paper's somewhat torn from how intense the scribbling was]

im forgetting.

#blue's (totally not diary) log

[chuuyrr]

hiii this is my first ever request and i’m a big fan of your fanfictions! may i request a fyodor x scarlet witch! s/o where they both are working together? i don’t really have a specific scenario for it but the idea would be really cool!

the hex was the easy part

bungo stray dogs x scarlet witch! reader

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): spoilers for bsd s4, reference to wanda maximoff in mcu's doctor strange in the multiverse of madness

╰➤ PAIRING(s): fyodor dostoevsky

╰➤ SYNOPSIS: in which you, the scarlet witch, turns out to be fyodor dostoevsky's s/o, much to dazai osamu and the armed detective agency's dismay as you betray them.

╰➤ SONG SUGGESTION(s): haunted by laura les

if there was one thing about you, it was that you had once been a member of the armed detective agency, even being proclaimed as one of its extraordinary members, much like nakahara chuuya is to the port mafia due to your great talent.

[surname] [name].

you were even dubbed the "scarlet witch" of the detective agency because of your red psionics, but they regarded you as someone who is genuinely determined to serve and kind despite how dangerous your chaos magic may be.

however, following an incident in which you and your ability went haywire, you immediately defected from the agency and fled, wishing to be in "exile" because you were ashamed and guilty of the conduct you had performed.

because of how tremendous and dangerous your ability, your chaos magic, was, so many lives were lost that day. it fact, it was so great that it goes against dazai osamu's no longer human ability, which means he can't nullify it like other gifts.

it was a beautiful and sunny afternoon, and you were plucking branches from your apple trees that were no longer useful on your little home somewhere a little out of the way from the city, when a familiar voice sounded from behind you.

"so, this is what you've been up to, belladonna." dazai chuckled softly as he approached you, glancing at the tree branches in your grasp, "you've been plucking branches it seems."

you found yourself smiling at the familiar nickname that your former colleague at the armed detective agency had always given you. with that, you turned behind your back and faced dazai, who was still dressed in the same long brown coat and bandages as the day you met him.

"i knew you'd show up eventually," you sighed softly, shaking your head and fiddling with the tree branches you'd pulled.

"you're probably here to talk about what happened in the past, huh?" you shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. "i've made mistakes and people were hurt that day, dazai" you said softly, looking down at your feet.

"hey, now. i'm not here to talk about what had already happened, belladonna," dazai said softly as he gently moved a palm to your cheek, catching your tears with his thumb, "and besides, i'm certain you have already repented to decide to do the right thing."

"then, why are you here?" you questioned, blinking as you looked up and tilted your head at dazai, mustering a light giggle in your voice, "don't tell me you're here to convince me to return to the armed detective agency, dazai."

"hmm, maybe it's something like that," dazai said, scratching the back of his head with a slight smile on his lips, "but yes, i do need your help, sweet belladonna. something is about to happen and i need additional eyes and ears."

"hmm, is it fyodor dostoevsky?" you muttered softly, thinkingly holding your chin with index finger and thumb.

"huh, i haven't said an exact thing and yet you already have a clue," dazai replied, his brow furrowed slightly.

you bit back a smile as you shook your head at dazai, "well, he did used to be a former enemy of the detective agency, especially during the cannibalism virus incident. if it weren't for you and fitzgerald's eyes of god, he wouldn't have been arrested, but given that man, he's just not one to simply rest, and i fear that fyodor getting arrested is just the start of something bigger."

dazai started by saying, "you know, belladonna, sometimes i wonder if you're too smart for your own good, or maybe, it's really just your chaos magic or mind reading ability," his tone dropping an octave as he fixed his gaze on you.

"hmm? what do you mean by that, dazai?" you asked, tilting your head at him.

dazai responded in a solemn tone, "i'm not thinking of that demon fyodor right now, thus it would be impossible for you to read my thoughts to be able to say that."

with that, dazai's gaze darkened, "and another, sweet belladonna, i don't remember telling you how i found him with the help of fitzegerald and his eyes of god. you weren't in that café nor have i gotten contact with during that time as you were helping the others out, and most importantly, the way you're addressing that demon is putting me off."

you stared at dazai for a brief moment, blinking before a smile crept on your face, "you know, the hex was the easy part, but the lying?"

you sighed and shook your head with a sweet and compassionate smile, but it didn't take long for it to become sinisterly cold as you continued speaking, "not so much."

your red psionics had sprung from your fingertips and taken over the entire place with the wave of your palm. as reality warped before his eyes, dazai took a step back, his eyes widening slightly.

the cottage you lived in from afar, together with the apple trees and farm that had been an illusion the whole time, turned out to be a red terrible barren landscape of dead trees and blood red skies devoid of any indications of life.

when he turned around to find you in a different outfit, his heart plummeted a little as he took in his new surroundings. you were no longer wearing your red coat, but the regalia and robes of the scarlet witch, which appeared corrupted as the tight bodice of your outfit looked like cracks in glass. your lids and lips were deeper, your features were sharper, and your fingertips were dipped in an inky blacky color.

"oh, belladonna.. you really are deserving of the nickname of that deadly flower," dazai said with a bittersweet smile as he shook his head and faced you, "such a beautiful and dangerous, yet tainted little thing have you become because of that demon fyodor. it's a real shame, truly."

you chuckled softly, tilting your head at dazai at the mention of your darling, "my beloved only showed me truth."

dazai suddenly felt a lump form on his throat as he furrowed his brows, "your.. beloved?"

a dark laugh escaped your breath, "you had no clue? my, my. i was expecting more from the intelligent and strategic mind of yours, dazai. i guess fyodor's way better than you. obviously."

as it dawned on him, dazai quickly raised his guard and began to back away from you. you willingly chose to remain behind during the cannibalism incident and you purposefully caused the accident to give yourself an excuse to ultimately defect from the armed detective agency.

everything went as planned by you and fyodor.

"just what the hell do you and that demon have in mind?" dazai's tone had changed to a cold and harsh as his narrowed eyes glared at you.

"to do god's will," you said, a sinister smile coming across your lips as you lifted a hand, allowing red psionics to ooze from your fingertips, "create a world without sin that is."

your red psionics seized him instantly and held him by the collar and coat, raising him from the ground as you twitched your blackened fingertips, just before he could flee, "ah, ah, ah~ you're not going anywhere just yet, dazai."

"belladonna, if you're going to kill me, just do it already," dazai smiled darkly at you, "you know death is something i will always welcome with open arms."

"kill you? oh, no!" you shook your head as you placed your hands on your hip and smiled, "i can't possibly do that, even if i wanted to and could do it with just a snap of my fingers."

"then, why is that? what do you want from me?" dazai raised a brow at you.

"because i want to see how the other side's king will play against my own king in this game of chess, and more importantly," with a flick of your finger, dazai was dragged towards you by your red psionics and you pressed your lips against his ear, "you can bury the past, but it will come back, one way or another, and i will make that your very reality, dazai osamu."

just as dazai was about to snap at you, reality warped before his eyes once more, and the next thing he knew, as he looked around with heavy and sharped breaths, you were gone without a trace, and he was no longer in the red hellish barren landscape you had created using your chaos magic, but in a race track, and it wasn't long before he was approached by a blind man with white hair and red tips.

[ author's notes ! this was way shorter than i had originally planned. oh my god, but hi, yes! today's offer is evil! scarlet witch! reader hehe. ok but fr, i wanted this to be a bit longer but with everything that's been going on in my life, this is the best i could do for now. fyodor isn't even exactly in this writing, and i'm so sorry for that, but i hope it still suffices. thank you so much for requesting and reading (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

p.s. ! sorry i haven't been active. i think it's been four days since i've written anything!! i'm actually done with my final term and final year of senior high school, and will be graduating real soon, but transitioning from high school and college is hectic because of the requirements and stuff, so yeah. i'm going to be on semi-hiatus because of it sadly :( ]

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[randomshyperson]

Destiny of Madness - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Reimagining and fixing of Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (again) or Wanda Maximoff is your destiny in every world and no one will keep you from her, not even the God of Chaos.

Warnings: Brief mentions of insinuation of smut, making out, a lot of violence (canonical and not), language, dark magic, dark(ish) fic as well || Words: 8.255k

A/N-> I disappeared for weeks because I was being audited at my job, and in cleaning the computer I ended up doing the same with my drive and discovered some stories practically complete and abandoned or forgotten. This is one of them. I'm not writing anything right now, so I'll post these stories I found.

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--//--

“The Scarlet Witch is a being of unfathomable magic. She can rewrite reality as she chooses, and is prophesized to either rule or annihilate the cosmos.”

As Wong's speech came to an end, the nervousness and anxiety of everyone around were palpable. Strange hesitated.

"There has to be something, someone capable of standing up to her." He inquired the Supreme, who also seemed equally nervous. Wong gestured around.

"We can turn this place into a fortress. You can try talking to her, you fought side by side after all."

Strange shook his head, moving closer. "She wouldn't listen, the darkhold controls her completely. And even if the mages could hold her back, gaining a limited amount of time, she would still win. Please, Wong, try to think, to remember something. Don't we know anyone who can stand up to her?"

Wong was silent, thoughtful. It was not he, but another master who approached, and whispered something in his ear that made him grunt: "This is just a legend."

But Strange was interested, and Wong sighed in defeat before narrating the room, "The Scarlet Witch's magic belongs to Chthon, the God of Chaos. And for every absolute singularity, there is a counterpart. Oshtur, the benevolent goddess of truth, gifts warriors with her magic of order every millennium. I have never heard of one in this world, not even when the Ancient One was alive. It's just a myth."

"So was Wanda." Strange cuts in. He hesitates when the next moment, the Kamar Taj's alarms sound, and Wong beckons everyone to go to battle position.

Before they join the courtyard, Wong pulls his friend by the arm.

"Legend has it that these warriors travel the multiverse, cutting chaos off at the root. Not the kind of person you send to face a friend."

Strange looks up at the black fog that is beginning to cover the palace and sighs. "She is no longer a friend. Stand your ground, and let's protect that girl. The Scarlet Witch can not control the multiverse."

–/–

"I'm not a monster, Stephen. I'm a mother."

The conversation turned into a fight almost as fast as America could blink.

She had heard the whole conversation from Strange and Wong, and when Wanda's magic electrified her body, burning its way into her powers, some part of her must have focused on that.

It was true that she couldn't control the portals, but that didn't stop her subconscious from doing so.

Strange jumped in, pushing the two of them inside, and everything spun. Worlds vibrated between them until they landed together, rolling through a dark hall.

"Hey, kid you okay?" Strange questioned worriedly as soon as he managed to get to his feet. America had done so the second before and merely nodded, her gaze focused on the figure on their back further ahead.

Strange tugged on her forearm gently, preparing for a conflict.

"You there. Friend or foe?" He questioned the figure, and when you turned around - your clothes covered in blood, which clearly came from the body you had just stabbed - America exclaimed in fright, hiding behind Strange.

Your serious expression softened immediately. "Shit, so sorry about that! They were the bad guys, I promise." You clarified almost bashfully, running the dagger through your clothes to wipe away the blood as the body fell to the floor. "Forgive me for the mess, I wasn't expecting an audience." You comment with a chuckle, putting the dagger away, and as you begin to move your glowing fingers to wipe away the blood and vanish the victim, Strange understands that you are some kind of sorceress.

The symbol of the Sanctum Sanctorum hanging around your neck makes him breathe lighter.

"What did he do?" the sorcerer asked towards your victim, receiving a weary sigh in return.

"Murder of course. We always pay in the same coin." You clarify approaching, and despite having just killed someone, your look is one of the kindest he has ever seen. You look embarrassed with America still cowering in fear, "I didn't mean to scare you, child. See, I'm just doing my job, and there usually aren't any little girls watching."

America frowns. "I'm not a little girl. I'm already 14!" She defends herself almost indignantly, and it's clear to Strange that you had said that on purpose, to at least get her to talk to you, by the smile that plays on your lips.

"Oh, my mistake. You are not a child, indeed." You comment gently and offer your hand to Strange first. "Sorry for the odd introduction. I'm Y/N L/N."

"Doctor Stephen Strange." He introduces himself back. "Are you some kind of mage?"

You smile. "Yeah, sorceress. Not so different from you, I imagine." You say pointing to the symbol he carries. Stephen smiles softly, introducing America before adding:

"We are facing a threat and need to get home. Perhaps the sorcerers of this world can help us."

You are surprised, absorbing his word for a moment, and then sighing a little.

"Sure, I can take you the Supreme. Just, don't mention that they are not from here. Not everyone trusts multiverse travelers."

"How can you say we are not from this reality?" Strange asked, to which you gave a chuckle.

"You need to be a traveler to recognize the other." Is your answer, and he widens his eyes in surprise, but you continue leading the way out of the room then past a door with glowing vents that when it opens, leads to a busy street. It was clear to Stephen the door was enchanted with teleportation magic. Once outside, you put on your hood.

"Not all worlds are friendly, Stephen Strange. And rule number one is that no one can be trusted." You tell them.

Stephen looks around, this world looks like his, maybe a little more advanced in technology. America crosses her arms while looking around the city. "We're not supposed to trust each other, then?" He questions you, but you chuckle again, checking on your watch.

"I trust you, Stephen Strange." That's what you told him, and then a group of people crossed your path to pass through the light. By the time Stephen tried to look for you, you had already disappeared.

He turned to America in confusion, but the girl was looking straight ahead.

"Dude, that's you over there." She pointed to a large statue across the street. Stephen's eyes widened. 

"Come on." He grunted softly before pulling America to follow him.

–//–

“Oh, we can handle your little witch if she decides to Dreamwalk.”

If Strange could break both chains and immobilize Mordo somehow, he would make it to America in time. But the alarm was still ringing, and he was getting desperate.

Just as Mordo was about to hit him, something wrapped around the mage's neck and pulled him backward.

Stephen let out a huge sigh of relief when he saw that it was you - The golden thread came straight from the clock he saw you checking hours ago. Mordo fell to his knees, struggling for air as he tightened the item around him. But you didn't let go, waiting for him to pass out before releasing him.

"I told you not to trust anyone, and the first thing you did was warn them that you were from another reality!" You accused as you pulled the rope back, and prevented Mordo, now unconscious, from hitting his head on the ground as he fell.

"Hey hey hey, it's not my fault! The Strange of this world is dead. He knew as soon as I showed up." 

You rolled your eyes. "Never heard of disguise magic huh? And if he was someone you knew from your world, caution has to be doubled." You guided as you moved closer, without any difficulty to free the man from his handcuffs.

"And why is that?"

"Affection can influence your decisions. If you find a friend in the multiverse, you need to remember that it is not the person you knew." You explain shrugging your shoulders before looking around. "Come on, I think I can track the girl."

As they ran, Strange asked:

"What have you gotten yourself into anyway?"

But you only checked your watch again before looking at the doors down the hallway, continuing to lead the way at high speed.

When you came to a crossroads, and two equally desperate women bumped into you, Strange was almost surprised at the way you checked America for bruises.

"Are you sure you're okay?" You asked with a face streaked with concern, both hands on her shoulders. She blushed, nodding.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She said clumsily. "But Wanda, she's coming and-"

Your puzzled expression made Strange sigh. It was Cristine who spoke up. "We don't have time, we'll explain it to you on the way."

You started to run, but as soon as the words Scarlet Witch echoed, your steps stopped.

"What are you doing, we have to-"

"Go." You interrupt Strange with a determined look. "I'll stay behind."

"N-no, you can't." America said in shock. "She killed everyone! You won't-"

"Kid." Stephen interrupted, understanding. "She's a Warrior of the Order, like the legend of Wong. It's her duty."

You force a reassuring smile at America and nod to the mage. "Find the book, Strange. Take America to safety, I'll take care of Wanda." You tell him before heading off in the opposite direction they were going to run.

–//–

“This isn’t what your children would want.”

As soon as the witch reached them, they deduced that you lost.

Strange tried to put up a fight, easily being subdued and pushed into another world with Cristine through the portals.

America was exhausted. She hadn't stopped running for a minute for the last few weeks, and now, it seemed, she had lost for good.

She was thrown in, but the impact with the ground never happened. Instead, someone holds her by the arms.

"All right there, little girl?" you asked. And she was fine, alive, and safe. She looked up in complete shock, and you smiled playfully, eyes scanning her face. 

"H-how you....?"

"Shh, just trust me." You whispered, and America grunted a little at the way you grabbed her arm tightly and turned to the Witch breaking dreamwalking behind you. Once Wanda stood again, you cleared your throat. "You have America as you wanted. Now keep our deal."

The girl looked at you in a mixture of indignation. "N-no, but you are our friend-"

But you squeezed her arm gently, and as Wanda began to speak, America fell silent.

"I didn't kill him, as you asked. Now, the girl." She demanded, but you frowned.

"But where is he?" You insisted, and Wanda grunted impatiently.

"The girl, Y/N!"

"Wanda." You repeated and she lost patience, a red burst leaving her fists in your direction. America imagined you would go flying off on impact, feeling you let go of her arm, but when she looked back, you had your hand raised at chest height. Wanda's magic was restrained until it was gone, and you shook your hand as if you had just caught a baseball. "I knew you were going to do that eventually. You've been dying to attack me ever since you saw me, haven't you Witchy?"

Wanda, instead of answering, attacks again, and America exclaims in surprise as she is pushed away from the line of fire. She watches the fight - if you can call Wanda's frustrated attempts to hurt you that - completely stew. Until you stop resisting completely, and Wanda realizes that her magic simply won't hurt you. 

She puts her hands down, looking at you in disbelief. "What are you?"

But you draw your dagger. Wanda tenses, ready to strike again, but she is not the one you hit. 

America screams as Wong falls to the ground, the dagger wedged into his leg as he grunts in pain - You having stopped an attempted attack on the witch.

"I am a worshipper of Chaos, and you, Scarlet Witch, are my deity." You declared surprising both girls there. Wanda stammered in shock, but America shouted indignantly.

"You lied to us!" She accused. "Strange trusted you! You said you were a warrior of the order!"

You laughed tiredly, moving toward the supreme who was bleeding enough to only be able to grumble in pain. 

"There are no more Order Warriors, America. You saw me kill the last one." You begin to count neutrally and ignore Wong's protests when you touch him, busying yourself with stopping the bleeding. "I killed all of them, actually."

America shakes her head incredulously. "N-no, you carry the same symbol as them..."

You laugh again, moving your hand to the necklace on your neck and pulling it off with a simple motion. You throw it at the feet of Wong, who, although still wounded, is no longer in danger of bleeding to death.

"Coats of arms mean nothing in this vast multiverse, America. You, of all people, should know that." You retort by moving closer again, and though she struggles against it, you lead her to the stone table without difficulty. Soon, it is Wanda's magic that is holding her. 

You sigh deeply, placing your hands on the table and closing your eyes for a moment. America notices for the first time that the item on your wrist is not really a watch, but looks more like a small computer, full of graphics and numbers, like the ones she saw at the Illuminati headquarters.

Wanda seems uncertain about approaching. "I want to talk to you." She says to you, but you laugh, taking on an aggressiveness that no one there had seen yet.

"If you want to talk, tell me where you sent him then." You retort, and Wanda sighs.

"I don't know." She replies truthfully, and you seem conflicted about yelling at her or not. "I used the girl's powers and sent him to some other universe."

"What about the book?" You ask straightening up. Wanda hesitates. "The book, Wanda."

"I destroyed it." She replies and you sigh impatiently, shaking your head. "He was going to use it to stop me-"

"No, he was going to help you." You interrupt, starting to sweat a little and leaning your body as if in pain. "Fuck, why do you have to be so stubborn in all the worlds."

Wanda swallows dryly, shifting her weight between her feet. "Have we met?"

Your eyes grow sad, but you smile. "Many lifetimes ago." That's as you reply, before turning your attention back to America, still in shock at the whole thing. "Forgive me for not being honest, Miss Chavez, but I told you not to trust anyone. Take this as a lesson."

America had no way to respond, all that came out of her mouth were the grunts of pain as her magic began to be drained. You looked away, and Wanda looked back at you.

"I have to do this. I need her powers to get to my children."

But to the witch's surprise, you chuckled, falling to sit on the floor with one hand on your stomach and the other on your face. Wanda was moving toward you before she could think about it, concern on her face.

"What's wrong?" She asked, but you gasped softly, shaking your head.

"There's more, Wanda." You began, practically pleading with her as you looked at her. "Our worlds are prisons. Kang controls everything, he needs to be stopped-argh" You cut yourself off in a groan of pain, and Wanda frowned in desperation, her hands on your shoulders trying to find some injury. But there is nothing, not even blood. "Look into my mind, find my truth. I need to..." You gasped helplessly, your forehead falling on her shoulder. 

"You're burning up with fever, Y/N." Wanda grumbled. "Show me how to help you." She whispered, her eyes turning red as she let her fingers wrap around the strands of your hair, and her magic pierced your mind.

–/–

“The Scarlet Witch is a being of unfathomable magic. She can rewrite reality as she chooses, and is prophesized to either rule or annihilate the cosmos.”

A smile played on your lips at the legend, but you waited until class was over and the students all left before you entered the room.

"You didn't have to wait for me, Professor." The male figure says without turning around, finishing putting away the items in his bag.

You laugh. "Come on, Stephen, I need some company to gossip with at lunch." You retort, making him laugh.

It doesn't take long for you to make your way out of the room, through the busy halls of the university. Stephen had just finished telling you about his and Cristine's upcoming wedding anniversary when the subject came back to you.

"Miss Maximoff seemed quite happy this morning." He commented with a hidden intent that made you laugh softly, your cheeks slightly flushed.

"Yeah, I proposed to her last night."  You confess, receiving an exclamation of excitement at the same minute. 

"Y/N, that's great! Harkness didn't tell me, that old hag." He complained making you laugh. "I'm very happy for you two, really."

You nodded embarrassed, unable to stop smiling. Strange sighed, checking his watch.

"If you run, there's time to invite her to lunch with us. Agatha might complain about someone stealing her company later."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, Professor. You can have lunch with boring old men whenever you want, but the company of your fiancée will make everything easier."

You slapped him gently, saying something about him being a friend and not a nuisance, before walking away toward the rooms again.

The floor was empty because of the lunch break, and when you opened the door to the penultimate room, you were surprised by signs of a fight.

The body on the floor took all the air out of your lungs.

"W-Wanda?" You choked, dropping your backpack and running to meet her. Shaky hands hugged her. "No, no, no. Wanda! Sweetheart, I'm here, open your eyes..."

Your sobbing was interrupted, the room was not empty. A man came through the door, wearing a black uniform. He seemed surprised to see you but didn't react with more than a tired sigh. He raised his hand to his ear.

"We have a variant, sir." He informed, not giving any thought to the two figures in the other corner. "No, not the Nexus Potential. I've already eliminated the witch, no other divergences. I was checking the area, but we had a slight change in events. Yes, the bride and the lunch option. Right, sir."

You only had time to roll out of the firing range, using the table as protection to avoid being killed.

The memories vibrated - speeding up and twitching. You were taken into custody to a place of temporal surveillance, and Wanda could feel your anger transcend those memories. The thoughts merged among other memories - flashbacks of your escape between worlds with the theft of one of the small pads the TVA used to travel the multiverse until your capture and killed.

But if you’re dead, how could you be here?

–//–

"I'm not a monster, Stephen. I'm a mother."

You were staring at yourself in the mirror. Wanda knew immediately - from the size, color of the hair, and different arrangement of the dots that you were not the same person she had seen in past memories.

Struggling with the tie until hands wrapped around your shoulders, making you laugh.

"We can't go back to that sweetie, I'm already late." You tried to negotiate, but couldn't resist the soft lips that met yours. When a hand slid into your pants, you gasped, "Wands, come on, it's our graduation..."

"Five minutes." She bargained, and you laughed softly, letting yourself be carried away as she pulled you by your loose tie to the bed.

Wanda fell in first, lying down and with her hair sprawled on the pillow. You bit your lips as she adjusted herself, your hands lifting the party dress so she could slide the panties between her legs, never breaking eye contact with you.

When the item fell, you grunted but it was from pain. You fell to your knees, with your hand on your head, and Wanda watched as her version immediately rushed to your rescue, trying to figure out what was wrong.

The Scarlet Witch looked into the mirror, able to see the cosmic entity possessing you.  Sharing the memories of the life you just lost.

An exclamation of surprise made Wanda turn her attention back to the two teenagers in the commode, and she was surprised to see you grab your girlfriend by the neck.

"Who are you?" you questioned evidentially confused, and the witch variant gasped in fear and confusion.

"Babe, it's me, Wanda-"

You let out, blinking in confusion, and bringing your hands to her cheeks as if seeing her for the first time. "My god, Wanda, look at you. You're so young..."

"Y/N, you're scaring me."

But you stood up, returning to the mirror and groping your face as if you could hardly believe you were really there. "It worked, honey. I remember everything."

"Babe, what are you talking...?"

You turned back to her, helping her to her feet and placing her in a sitting position on the bed. "Forgive me for the scare, I've never had a subjugation before. I am not the Y/N you know, I will never be again. This is painful, and I hate that you lost her, but there was no other way. We are all trapped, living in a sick little game of someone who thinks he is a god. I'm going to set us free."

Wanda denied with her head, concern in her expression. "Babe, did you hit your head somewhere? What are you talking about..."

But you offered her a sad smile, holding her cheeks. "God, you are so young. My memories are merging, this variant was so lucky to meet you in school, you two had so much fun. She, I, love you. Deeply, and in all universes apparently." You commented with a tearful laugh. "Forgive me for taking this away from you, but it will be safer this way."

Wanda blinked in confusion, but soon, her eyes went dark. You were erasing your existence from her mind.

The Scarlet Witch tensed as your gaze met hers, just inside the memory.

"You're in the wrong place, Wanda. Look deeper, don't mind the pain." That's what the memory - or your conscience - told her.

When the scene changed again, she expected everything but the twins.

Wanda choked, but they couldn't see her. Still, she was crying.

"Man, you're cheating!" Billy complained, elbowing his brother sitting next to him. They were older than Wanda had ever seen them, almost sixteen, and both were playing video games. Tommy rolled his eyes, a smile playing on his lips.

"Don't be such a bad loser." He retorted, but they began to push each other until a golden light separated them. 

"I said no more fighting!" Your voice rang out, and it had evidently been your magic that separated the boys, who grumbled loudly. 

"Sorry, Mom!" they spoke in unison, but you only muttered something about teenagers, busy climbing a small ladder from the bookcase. 

Wanda was not so surprised by her variant's presence next - leaving the kitchen and kissing you against the bookshelf before starting to help you with the organization of the items. No, what took the air out of her lungs was the black figures coming through the garden that she could see through the window.

She tried to warn, despair filling her chest even though it was useless to wave at a memory. 

And soon, she was staring at bodies.

A soldier grabbed you by the hair, and you faced your murdered family for the next few minutes until they were cleared by the TVA to report in.

The Scarlet Witch was crying too, and when the memory switched to the TVA base, this time you didn't run away like the first time. No, this time you took your time to make a massacre.

And Wanda believes that you were right.

–//–

“Oh, we can handle your little witch if she decides to Dreamwalk.”

Wanda was in an open field. And even though it was a memory, the magic there was so strong that she felt her body shiver with cold.

It was dark magic. Very powerful, very filthy. Cursed, if you can put it that way.

Following the sounds of fighting, she ended up in a more private area, like a camp. But the vast majority of the soldiers were dead, leaving only one pair.

Armor suits you, Wanda thought when she saw the variant. But she pushed the thought away at the same second.

The third figure was out of the fray. It was a hooded man, and he was hurrying away with the items on the table.

You won the fight, and as your opponent fell, you turned to the other.

"Kang, enough running away." You warned, but he ignored it, wasting no time in trying to hit you with magic, which you used a shield to block. 

"Killing me doesn't change anything!" He shouted back, and despite the fear on his face, there was confidence behind his words that made Wanda shudder. He spread his arms, gesturing to his surroundings. "I am just one of many. You can't stop us!"

He ran, but you hurled your sword at his thigh, and he fell with a cry of pain. You approached him breathless from the struggle.

"I am saving these people, Y/N. Try to see." He rants, getting an incredulous laugh.

"If these people stay within your plan, of course." You mock, taking off your practically ruined armor. Kang grunts in irritation.

"They make sure the multiverse doesn't break. You don't understand what I am doing here. The greatness of my work!"

But you sigh wearily, pulling a dagger from your belt. Kang shakes his head.

"Please, mercy."

"Mercy? Are you fucking with me now, Kang?" You retort angrily, hitting his face with the hilt of the dagger so hard that he falls to the ground. "You killed my family in 182 different worlds. All because they stepped out of what you thought was right for your ideal timeline. I had to watch my wife die in 72 different lifetimes, and then my children. And you have the audacity to ask me for mercy?"

Kang gushes blood on the floor, looking at you with neutrality.

"The multiverse needs order." He says, but you laugh, hitting him hard again.

You grab him by the collar of his shirt next, your face full of fury. "I'm going to destroy every stone in that place, and when I'm done, I'm going to hunt down every version of you. You won't live, Kang, anywhere. You have lost the right to exist."

He grunts in pain as you slowly dig the dagger into his chest. He uses his last strength to place his hand over yours. "If you love chaos so much, worship it. I cursed you."

You jumped away from his touch with a surprised sigh, and Kang fell backward, dead. A smile on his face nonetheless.

Wanda saw you shudder as if you were seeing a ghost, and begin to hug and scratch yourself as if you were sick, despair in your eyes.

The color of the sky changed to a vibrant red, and Wanda immediately recognized the same atmosphere as in her own home. The ground began to rot beneath Kang's body, but the roots reached toward your ankles.

"N-no, please...." You tried to whimper, fighting against the restraints and reaching for the dagger. But no matter how hard you cut, the roots wouldn't let go, and the crater that opened up and swallowed the enchanter's body was getting closer by the second. You cried but shook your head before forcing the dagger against your own chest.

When you died, Wanda was pushed away.

–//–

“This isn’t what your children would want.”

Blood. Everywhere, from the ceiling to the floor, from the tips of your shoes to the last strand of your hair.

Your mouth also tasted iron.

Golden chains glittered amidst the slaughter, and you dropped the dagger to the floor, the sound of an electronic alarm clock blaring in the room.

But it wasn't a clock you looked at. It looked like one, it was the same shape at least, but when you ran your hand over it, holograms became visible, and because Wanda couldn't see in the reflection of anything in the room, she knew immediately that only you could see that information - and now so could she, from within your memories.

It was a timer in reality. And it had just restarted.

You started to cry, but moved to the bodies one by one, tearing the chains or golden rings off the victims.

Wanda watched as you gathered them all up and knelt down as if to pray. You closed your eyes and whispered in a language too ancient for her to recognize.

Runes appeared on the wall, burning and destroying like fire. The rings and chains that you had placed in front of you drifted to the ground until they disappeared. You opened your eyes, sighing wearily.

"I did what you asked, my lord. Now free me. I beg you." You choked on a sob, lowering your face to recover. 

At first, Wanda thought maybe you were talking to Kang - another version that was more powerful. But when the room shook, and a low, demonic laugh filled her ears, she knew better. 

You shuddered like the witch watching your memories.

"Free you? Why would I do that when you are such an obedient pet?" Mocked a male voice, the runes vibrating with his words. Wanda held her breath. It was suffocating, like the ones she hears in the darkhold.

You sniffled. "I-I did what you asked. Please."

But the demon laughed again. "It wasn't me who conjured your curse, sorceress." He reminded in a provocative tone. "Don't act like I'm not merciful to you. All those walks between the worlds. I could have turned you over to the Living Court, but I accepted you as a servant in spite of everything. Don't forget how many crimes you committed..."

"They hurt my family!" You tried but grunted in pain afterward - Wanda understood that the demon could also punish her physically when it wished.

"Puppets, Y/N. You know that." He retorted more calmly. "All those variants in the service of a man, a pathetic human who thinks he can play god. You know my limitations in this dimension my siblings cursed me to, I need warriors like you, willing to break the order for me."

You whimpered a little, massaging your stomach before raising your face to the runes.

"Chthon, please." You pleaded, and there was a pause.

"It was good service, child, I admit." He says. "I will be merciful again, given your exceptional competence. I have never had such a talented warrior, not even Mephisto with his Riders are so efficient. I will promote you."

"B-but you told me you were going to free me!" 

This time, whatever he did made you scream in pain and fall to the ground. As you recovered, trembling in a fetal position, Wanda felt a presence materialize behind her.

"Apparently, your new boss is already here."

Wanda froze, not having the courage to look back and confirm if there really was someone behind her. She could feel it, but when she risked looking into the mirrors, there was no reflection. If Chthon was here, he wasn't really there.

"I will present you with the most honorable position you could ever imagine, child." Says the demon. "And believe me, you will like the Witch I have chosen."

You squirm softly, fighting the pain to sit up again. "Don't make me kill anyone else, please."

Chthon laughs, with delight. "Why do mortals fear death that much? I've never understood it. It is what you were created to do."

"Please, my lord." You repeat with your head down, and Wanda can hear the demon sigh impatiently.

"You will not kill unless she asks you to do so, I promise."

You blink in confusion, looking up. " D-don't you want me to kill the witch?"

Chthon laughs indignantly. "What, my Scarlet Witch? Of course not. She's precious, she's... merchandise. My most powerful toy, and so her collar breaks easily. That's where you come in, little one. I have ways of keeping her under my command, the demons imprisoned in my teachings can affect anyone. But witches less powerful than her have already resisted the influence of my darkhold, after all, you can't keep poking the same wound and have the same effect forever. If there's one thing your kind does annoyingly well, it's adapt."

You wipe your face, breathing wearily. "Where should I find her and when should I bring her to you?"

The commode goes silent until you sniffle again.

"You are hers, Y/N, not the other way around." Chthon clarifies making you shudder. "You stay with her until she gets bored, I imagine."

You deny with your head, sobbing before pleading:

"I did what you asked! Why are you doing this-"

But the room shudders, and you fall silent in an exclamation of pain.

"You are insolent, girl. It angers me deeply. I have been benevolent to you all this time, and you are never grateful. Get back to work, I just increased your debt. You don't stop until every trace of Oshtur is banished from this dimension, and when it's over, I might consider telling Wanda to have mercy on you."

You raise your head immediately at the mention of the name, confusion stamped on your face. "W-Wanda? What about her?"

Chthon's laugh is even more sinister. "Oh, did I forget to mention? Funny thing, fate. No matter how much Kang alters things, trying to make sure that in the worlds he thinks he controls you and Wanda never met, things always go back to how they're supposed to happen." Narrates the demon mysteriously. "Wanda Maximoff is my scarlet witch, my queen of chaos. And you are to be her worshipper."

For the first time, the gleam in your eyes is one of fury, not fear. "How dare you involve her in this, Chthon? That's dirty, even for you."

Chthon laughs, and the room shudders, but this time, the pain only makes your expression falter a little. You bear it. 

"Your mistake was underestimating how important she is to me, you old demon. I hope you rot in your forgotten kingdom." You warned, getting up with a little difficulty. Chthon continued laughing until you reached the door.

"You cannot contradict the mark of the curse, Y/N. Even death won't rid you of me."

Wanda knew it was hurting. The blood coming out of your ears was fresh, and you were limping. But you kept walking.

"She will come to you in four winters, be ready to kneel." It was the demon's last warning before the runes disappeared.

The memory breaks, transforming into one that Wanda was present.

"I'm so sorry Peggy." You whispered before sliding the dagger away, holding your friend’s of other lifes body as she falls dead to the ground. It was a quick death, at least. Captain Marvel was next, Wanda almost thought it was you actually, but she lowered her hands when she saw that you were fighting alongside her, and not the other way around.

Maria didn't even have time to understand what was happening properly before she felt the blow.

Your hands were shaking, but you took a deep breath.

"Who are you?" Wanda asked in a thick accent. You put the dagger away.

"A friend, if you want me to be." You answer, and as you approach, she tenses, her serious face analyzing you. You don't lose your ground. "You won't be able to read my thoughts with a variant, Wanda. I'm as strong as you are."

"Hard to believe that." She retorts almost cockily, and you can't help the smile that fills your lips. 

"I guarantee it, but I don't want to face you. I didn't come here for that." 

"And why did you come here for?"

"You." You answer bluntly. "I know more than you can imagine, far beyond what darkhold says is the truth. I will tell you everything I know if you will do one thing for me."

"I could rip the truth out of you." She retorts without hesitation, but you take another step forward.

"Not when you can be reasonable." You say and she locks her jaw, but you chuckle softly, taking another step toward her, now close enough to touch. "Let's make a deal. You want the girl, but not the sorcerer. Let Strange live, in another life, he was a friend. Someone who set me free, allowed me to see the truth. I owe it to him. You will go through that door, and you will have the girl as you wanted, but Strange will try to get a book, which you must not destroy. Promise."

"I won't promise anything, we don't even know each other-"

"I'll do anything you want." You cut her off pleadingly. "Your plan is to stay in another world with your children? I know the multiverse, I know how worlds work, in-depth. I can guide you wherever you want, I can even help you drain America's power properly. Just-"

"We have a deal." It's her turn to interrupt you, and you sigh in relief. You swallow dryly then and give her passage.

"They went in that direction." You say, and Wanda hesitates just before she starts walking. 

"Aren't you coming?" she asks, but you give her a small smile, your eyes hiding a sad gleam.

"My loyalty does not belong to this variant of you." You said, and when Wanda turned around, you returned your attention to the clock on your wrist. To the timer ticking in a few minutes.

The ground disappeared because you teleported.

–//–

“You ever had that dream where you’re falling as if you’ve been pushed off a tall building? That was probably me.”

Wanda helped you sit up properly until you support your back on the wall.

"Tell me how to help you. Please." The witch asked with her hands on your cheeks burning with fever. You gasped in pain, trying to check your watch again.

"Command." You muttered weakly, to which Wanda only frowned in confusion.

"What?"

"Chaos time. I need to... obey." You tried to respond beyond pain, but it was enough for Wanda. She nodded and looked around, trying to think of something. 

"D- does it need to be an action, or can it be anything? "She asked and you almost whimpered in pain, only not falling to the ground because Wanda was holding you up.

"Anything, Wanda." You sigh. She swallows dryly, determined.

"Tell me how to get my children back."

You gasp in pain before forcing yourself to answer, " You can't, not this way... They control everything. If you don't have them, it's because the TVA wanted it that way. You can't steal them from somewhere else, they'll come after you. Believe me, I already tried. You didn't see it, but the memories are here, of the lives I tried to own. Worlds break like glass when we do that, Wanda. There can only be one of us, or we can't stay."

Wanda shakes her head, refusing to believe it. You can adjust a little, "I can make it work." She stubbornly says. "My magic is powerful enough."

But it's your turn to deny it with your head. "No, Wanda, don't you see? This is what he wants you to do. Break the multiverse, destroy worlds for him. I did that, and Kang can sell my soul to Chthon with a simple call. I don't want you to be his puppet too."

Wanda swallows dryly, trying to control the urge to cry. She puts her hands on your shoulders. "Tell me how to free you, we'll do it together."

"I don't know how, I don't think it's possible. If it is, I don't know that answer." You retort, panting a little but breathing better now that you have obeyed two orders. "Your pain, Wanda, he uses to blind you. Doesn't rewriting reality allow you to see how much bigger things are? I need to free the worlds Kang imprisons, if not, nothing matters because he will keep changing all events to his liking."

Wanda sighs, leaning her forehead against yours. "I can't give up on them." She whispers, and it is her turn to sigh.

"Ask me." You say, and she pulls away a little just to look at you. "Ask me to take over the influence."

"W-what?"

"That's why I wanted you not to destroy the book of the Vishanti. In it, there were counter-spells for the darkhold. I wanted to rewrite what is stated in the sacred timeline, I believed that as a Nexus being, you could. But apparently, Kang is still in front of me." You say with a sad laugh. "The only reason he doesn't hunt me down like he does all my versions now, is that this one here belongs to Chaos. Kang can play god, but he's not a real one, and even he knows that. The curse was a backfire because I learned to move beyond it. Every day, I have shifts of obedience, where the chaos becomes too strong for me to ignore. When I must comply, I work for Chthon, but when I am free, I work against Kang. It's hard and tiring, but I've freed worlds from his command this way. It worked for a while until Chthon got you involved."

Wanda swallowed dryly but did not interrupt. Her body shuddered a little. 

"I belong to Scarlet Witch now, but before...I was once only Wanda's. My friend, my wife." You counter with a sad smile. "And I cannot watch you continue to hurt yourself. Ask me to take over the darkhold's influence, and I will make all voices that are not yours disappear from your head."

Wanda hesitates. "I can't do that to you."

"Yes, you can." You insist, offering her a tender smile. "I'll be fine, I promise. It won't be even remotely the first time I've had to face demons." You joke, but just from the weak smile, there is a pang of guilt on her face that you cannot ignore. "Please, Wanda. It hurts me more to see you lose yourself."

She sniffles a little, looking away. Wanda takes a deep breath and takes your hand in her lap. "I want you to take the influence." She commands, and with that, she feels as if a weight is being lifted off her back. You, in return, grunt in pain and squeeze her hand. Wanda sniffles again, holding you back. "Hey, I'm here."

But you sob, letting your face fall onto her shoulder, your body shaking in spasms. She holds you close, stroking your back gently.

Strange appears in battle mode - and undead - only to find the Witch he came to face embracing someone he figured to be dead. America, free of her powers since Wanda was rid of the book's influence, was kneeling beside Wong.

"You took your time." Ironized the Supreme to the Zombie, but Strange only made a confused expression.

"What...?"

"It's a long story, but I think Wanda will explain everything when Y/N feels better. They're kind of wives, you know? It's pretty cool." America commented, helping Wong to stand. She noticed the zombie's hesitation. "Yeah, Y/N tricked us. But it was for a good cause. Apparently, there is a war going on in the multiverse that we know nothing about. But don't you think we'd better take Wong for medical attention first?"

With that, Strange comes out of shock and nods. As soon as he realizes his real condition, however, he calls America. The girl laughs softly. "Don't worry, I'll find you." She assures him before Wong conjures a portal to the Kamar Taj.

–//–

A familiar smell of food filled your senses as you began to undress, and because it had been god knows how many universes since you first smelled it, you practically jumped out of bed.

The exertion made your body complain, but you ignored the pain and followed the aroma, not recognizing the cabin you were in but appreciating the beauty of the place.

"Wanda." You called out to her as soon as the figure became visible, and the woman made a surprised expression.

"Y/N, you shouldn't be standing!" She tried to ration, leaving the pans to approach you, but you swallowed dryly, shuddering when her hands touched your arms.

"How did you...?"

"It's okay, sweetheart. You're safe." She assures you sweetly, caressing your body and then bringing her hands to your cheeks. "Don't think too much, you need to rest first. And eat, if you're feeling well enough to do so. Come, I made your favorite."

She tries to drag you by the hand, but you keep your ground.

"How do you know it's my favorite?"

Wanda sighs, taking her gaze from your joined hands to look into your eyes. "I looked. Everything, from the very beginning. I needed to know if I could trust you."

"What about me, Wanda?" You challenged. "How do I know if I can trust you, if you're not another one of Kang's puppets?"

Wanda released your hand only to bring it to her face.

"I'm not. I promise." She says with her strong accent. "And you can guarantee that."

You frown slightly, but she smiles, smoothing your cheek.

"Teach me the consciousness transfer spell." She asks. "That way, it will be me. All the versions you've ever known and lost, in one. But come eat first, we'll have time for that later."

The food was delicious, it was like tasting a memory. You almost cried with longing for a home you could never step inside again.

Wanda understood the feeling.

"You are uneasy." She comments a long moment later, her fingers tracing a drawing on the table, and her eyes watching for any reaction from you. "Your head is noisy."

"It's not me." You retort almost between your teeth, half gasping, and startling her. "It's the God of Chaos and his circus of demons."

Wanda swallows dryly, moving her hand to yours in your lap.

"Tell me how to help you."

And that makes you give a small, tired laugh, entwining your fingers in hers. "That's my job, Scarlet Witch."

But Wanda doesn't smile, squeezing. "Then I command you to let me help you." She says seriously. "I don't want you to get hurt because of me. I don't deserve-"

You interrupt her with a kiss. Firm and passionate, and needy. Wanda chokes in surprise, pulling back but you hold her hand in yours and she doesn't pull away much further than that. She blinks between confusion and doubt, and only meets your devoted irises, letting out a shaky breath before sinking in once more, kissing with intent now.

She has never felt the sensation before - not in her own experience at least - and it is intoxicating. She remembers the feeling from watching your memories about variants of herself that you kissed, made love to, and fucked, but nothing counts as the actual experience. Your lips feel as it should, your tongue explores her mouth with experience and familiarity. You bite a little just the way she likes it.

And it's too much. 

Wanda hasn't had real intimacy in years, and it overwhelms and frightens. She pushes your shoulder, panting and clumsy as she stands up, babbling about too fast, too new. 

"Forgive me." You interrupt as soon as you find a gap. She swallows dryly as she turns her expression to you, finding her equally affected but evidently exhausted as well. "You've seen my head, Wanda. I know it's too much. You know how much I've lost, everything I've done to get this far. All the way to the version of you that could put an end to this sick cycle." You say, your eyes filling with tears. "But baby, I've traveled a thousand worlds to be with you. You are my only destiny in this vast multiverse, Wanda. And you need to know that I will want to kiss you whenever I get the chance."

She gives a tearful laugh, moving closer again and kneeling at the height of her chair.

"First tell me how to make the pain stop." She asks again, and you sigh, moving closer to kiss her forehead, one hand smoothing her hair.

"Don't worry, witchy. Pain only makes us stronger."

"Y/N, please-"

"It's a pleasure to take it for you." You interrupt seriously. "If chthon wants a chat, he'll get me, not you. And that's final. Would you like to help me, dear? Start with Kang, help me free these worlds and stay with me." You say looking into her eyes. "Will you do that, Wanda? Stay?"

A smile forms on your lips, and Wanda leans in, mere centimeters from your face.

"Of course, darling. You are my destiny too."

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #marvel imagines

[peach-fiz]

Wandavision was racist as hell and the writing of Wanda in it in particular is racist, antisemitic, and ableist. They turned surviving a racist hate crime in the comics into being obsessed with racist American sitcoms for some reason. I don’t care how bad Loki was anything is better than that crime against humanity 🙏

Loki(2021) did actually have some weird like undertones, I believe. Like they introduce all of these bipoc characters and literally all of them are villains. Kang, Ravonna, Hunter B-15 for at least most of season 1. They also slightly mention Loki being bi to get praise and money from the queer community only to force him into a romantic relationship with a female version of himself from an alternate timeline

And it's even weirder when Loki is also confirmed to be genderfluid through the show but in the same season they make a joke ab how a female Loki is rare and terrifying. Like mf that was you Tuesday.

And I'm not at all trying to discredit your opinion on Wandavision because I also have major issues with how they've adapted her for the screen, but Wandavision isn't about praising old American sitcoms

The reason she loves them is because they were a comfort to her after she had lost everything. It's more ab healing from trauma via nostalgia which is very relatable to audiences. Also I would love to hear your opinion on how it's ableist if you wouldn't mind sending another ask explaining!!

(Also just last thing but if we're talking about mischaracterization Multiverse of Madness was SO much worse than Wandavision imo and was written by the guy who wrote Loki)

#loki x sigyn #loki (marvel) #loki art #peachy rants #marvel rant #rant post #loki and thor #loki 2021 #loki season 1 #loki season 2 #anti loki show #wandavision #marvel #problematic marvel #kang the conqueror

[callmehere-iwillappear]

So @remedyturtles wrote a crossover ficlet for cmh and death wish and. well. i accidentally wrote like 900 words of followup. thinking about them so so much

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After the longest and best (and, okay, only) hug of Leon's afterlife, they end up sitting against the tree. Leon's in the middle, the other two leaning up against him, Sensei's arm around him. He didn't even have to ask. He might cry, if it wouldn't mean he could never show his face here again.

They talk about nothing in particular, joke around in the way only Leos can. Leon makes exactly six jokes about being a ghost, and no one gets mad at him for it. It's the best.

At some point, the other two realize that they've been here a while, and after some discussion, Sensei ends up leaving to go take the front. Which leaves the younger two sitting there in silence, staring up at the stars peeking through the branches of the tree.

"Soooo," Leo says eventually, fidgeting, and Leon tenses up automatically at the tone. "How'd it happen?"

Ah. The elephant in the room. It's not like he hadn't known it was gonna come up eventually. And Leo would've known that he'd known, of course. And he knew that, and Leo knew that he knew that, and – whatever, okay, they both knew everything 'cause they were the same damn person.

Because of that, he knows Leo will drop it if he brushes it off. But it'll still sit there between them until it's finally addressed, or he figures it out through context clues, so. Might as well get it out of the way now.

"Got up close and personal with a kaiju-size wad of overchewed bubblegum," he says with as casual a tone as he can manage. He's not looking Leo in the eyes, but he doesn't have to be to feel the full-body flinch, and.

Yeah.

Considering Sensei is here, Leon had kind of figured the whole almost-apocalypse thing had already happened, but it's… good? It's something. To know for sure. And… judging by Leo's reaction, he'd had a pretty similar experience to Leon. Or. At least partially. From his limited multiverse experience, he's pretty sure most Leos get pulled out after just a few minutes.

… Lucky.

"Sorry," Leo says quietly, thickly, like there's something caught in his throat. "That that happened."

Leon shrugs, because like, what else can you do? Literally nobody would buy it if he tried to say it was okay, so he doesn't say anything and they sit in silence for a while.

"I didn't think –" Leo says finally, choked. Leon can feel how tense he is, how he's practically trembling, and presses up against his side a bit more. It barely seems to help, but Leon's not gonna take offense. Especially considering the conversation topic. He's probably just as tense.

"I didn't think he'd ever actually –" is how Leo eventually finishes the sentence. Kill us is left unsaid, and if Leon wasn't tense before he sure is now.

The phrasing is – what does Leo mean ever? If he was only in there for a few minutes – his head snaps up to stare at Leo, who's unfocused, looking off into the distance like he's somewhere else entirely.

Leon knows from experience that he probably is. He can't get any closer than he has already, but he at least hopes the physical contact can help ground the other him.

"... How long?" he asks, almost afraid to hear the answer. There's a half-hearted shrug from Leo and silence in response, and Leon is starting to think he's not going to answer when –

"I don't know." Leo's voice is haunted. And while Leon could make a joke about how duh, of course it is, he's here… yeah, really not the time. "It was only five minutes for them. I…"

And suddenly Sensei's there, probably having felt the distress from Leo and abandoned the front. Leon thinks. He's still not 100% sure how all this works.

"You want me to tell him?" the older turtle asks gently, and Leo gives a jerky nod.

"You don't have to," Leon says, because like, he gets it. He's an asshole sometimes, but not enough of one to force someone to talk about (or hear about, if Sensei says it) their trauma. Especially when it's so similar to his.

"S'okay," Leo says, nudging his shoulder with his own. He means it, and Leon relaxes, just barely.

"Time was weird there," Sensei says. Carefully, evenly. Like he's reciting something. Like he's had to do this before.

He probably has.

"Leo described it as 'clinging to him'. He… estimated anywhere from two to four weeks, when he first talked about it, but…"

Sensei glances at Leo again. Gets another nod in return.

"It could've been months," he finishes softly.

Oh.

Leon sits there in that knowledge, quietly horrified. He'd known, objectively, that while most Leos had gotten out right away... some hadn't. Just like him. And he'd also known, just by virtue of the multiverse existing, that there'd be other Leos who were in there for months too. Maybe even years.

But it's different to actually hear it.

"Four months," he blurts out suddenly, then winces. "I mean. For me. So. I get it, kind of. And I – I'm sorry you went through that too."

He hesitates, then decides – fuck it, they're already here. It's just the three of them, no one else can see them. So what if he gets a little soft? He knocks his head gently against Leo's, voice quiet.

"... You're not alone."

And if there’s a barely-audible sniffle from beside him, if the other Leo presses just a bit closer like he’s attempting to absorb Leon’s nonexistent warmth – Leon won’t tell anyone.

#rottmnt #crossovers #death wish #my fic #um so. ok. remember how i said i wasn’t gonna think abt the agonies. i accidentally thought abt the agonies. whoops </3 #ik they probably would've talked abt All That already but. just pretend they didn't a;fjldksjf #um. idk what else. holds this out to u enjoy

[via-the-cryptid]

So like. A thought that came to me about the Snow Queen AU and the events of Fionna and Cake.

So, while I'm not sure exactly of the logic, but. What if when Snow Betty's crown broke (after the whole being used as a battery thing) was when Fionnaworld lost it's magic? Because the Crown already got kind of busted by the magic drain, and SQ is connected to the crown and stuff. I'm not sure it makes sense, but like. If Betty still has magic even when the Crown isn't actively trying to super-impose another Wizard's madness onto her (and failing), Fionnaworld would still be magic and stuff, so the premise of the show (besides the "look for a different magic crown by traveling across the universe" part) wouldn't exactly apply...

Though, I guess you might have other plans? I just thought like. The Crown getting its phantom circuits fucked up by the magic drain would be an interesting reason for why magic is gone in Fionnaworld, that's all.

I may have a different idea as to how the events of the actual Fionna and Cake show would go, but I think the damage to the crown would at least result in some really weird shit happening in Fionnaworld. like in the episode Broke His Crown, the circuits were rearranging things and everything kept ending up backwards, upside down, and inside out? that basically happens to Fionnaworld for a little while until the crown gets fixed through a combined effort of built-in debugging, Magic Simon, and PB’s VR equipment.

for the actual Fionna and Cake series arc, however, I’ve decided that their world doesn’t actually lose its magic — not in its entirety, at least. It becomes a little more mundane and a little closer to an actual city, like one from before the Mushroom War, but it’s honestly closer to Wizard City or the floating human city than like… New York or Seattle or something. so yes, they’re no longer a genderbent copy of Ooo, but they’re not completely magicless, either.

Fionna and Cake get brought out into Ooo kind of by accident. Magic Simon and Snow Betty were fucking around with interdimensional stuff (not necessarily trying to summon Golb this time, more like trying to world-hop because they were bored) but it went a little sideways and Fionnaworld started having these glowing blue portals appear (because technically, that is what the spell was trying to do, give them a door to the closest alternate reality, they just didn’t expect it to be in Snow Betty’s head). Fionna and Cake decide to go on an expedition to find out what the portals are and where they lead, and… they pop right out of Snow Betty’s head. in the middle of the attempted spell.

and that’s about when the Scarab shows up!

see, he was already alerted by Simon and Betty’s world-hopping attempt, but now they’ve actually succeeded, and that puts them on the level of Scarab’s targets — the ‘gods’ he audits, like Prismo and Cosmic Owl. Magic Simon was already kind of a grey area due to some of the other weird stuff he got into, but now both he and Snow Betty are firmly in the section of Interdimensional Criminal in Scarab’s eyes.

instead of running throughout the multiverse in an attempt to restore the magic to Fionnaworld, their primary goal is simply to get away from the Scarab and specifically to keep Fionna and Cake away. while running, however… Scarab manages to steal Snow Betty’s crown, and that is where they enter the plot of the canon Fionna and Cake. they’re running from the Scarab and looking for a replacement crown, but this time it’s so Betty doesn’t die of 1000-years-old disease.

they do end up getting her original crown back from Scarab and the show ends much the same, but it’s Prismo who separates Fionnaworld with the permission of The Boss instead of it being a Golb-induced dandelion fever trip. the final episode of F&C obviously goes differently as well, but we’ll get into that later bc this is getting a liiiiittle longer than I’d intended.

#adventure time #snow queen au #simon petrikov #betty grof #petrigrof #petrigrof role swap #fionna and cake #scarab the god auditor #prismo #prismo the wishmaster #answered asks

[tobiasdrake]

Hahaha here we go, Multiverse of Madness. Another movie I was not very fond of.

Going into this movie the first time, I was skeptical of how much it would feature Wanda. I figured, hey, I know she's in the movie but at the end of the day, this is a Dr. Strange film. The principal narrative is going to be about Stephen, and that limits just how much you can do for Wanda. She'd basically be a guest-star, like Hulk in Thor: Ragnarok.

There was a lot of speculation about, like, Strange and Wanda traveling into Hell to save Wanda's kids from Mephisto. And I figured, yeah, that sounds like an interesting premise for a Scarlet Witch film. But since it's Stephen's name on the headline, we're probably in for an experience that's designed more around Stephen's mythos than Wanda's.

I mean. Why would you make a Dr. Strange movie in the first place if you weren't interested in pursuing the established plot threads and mythology of Dr. Strange, right?

...

I also heard the rumors that Wanda would be the villain of the film. But that was just nonsense. The kind of stuff that the anti-Wanda crowd had been peddling for years. Obviously that wasn't going to be the case.

Especially after WandaVision, they wouldn't do that. After spending so much time talking in-depth about Wanda's grief and Wanda's tragedy, they wouldn't be so tone-deaf as to turn around and make her an ax-crazy psychopathic mass-murderer who dies at the end of the film.

They wouldn't.

Right?

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #doctor strange #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch

[livingdeadvoid]

Credits to @stilinskihalefamily for their post on Wanda!Stiles, it made me wanna write something about it so take this.

Stiles couldn't see. Everything was blurry, everything was dark. He couldn't move, couldn't feel. The last thing he remembered was falling. Falling to his knees and sobbing. Derek Hale was dead, and nobody thought to call him.

He was angry. So, fucking, angry. It was unjust. It was unfair. Derek shouldn't have died, no he was the last one who deserved to die. But yet he was the one being buried. No, it wasn't right. Stiles wouldn't let it happen. He wouldn't let him go six feet under. He would bring him back. No matter what.

Scott's death was a necessary evil. He had to die. He deserved to die. To bring Derek back, Scott had to die. Stiles would've killed millions of Scott if it brought Derek back to life. When he finally opened his eyes, he was surrounded by blood. But he was also looking into the eyes of Derek Hale, his previously dead lover. He reached out, cupping Derek's cheek. Nothing else mattered, the only thing that mattered was the man he was touching.

Uh should this be a whole fic? I would gladly make it! Sorry I haven't seen WandaVision/Multiverse of Madness in a hot minute but I will gladly rewatch them for this AU! <3

#teen wolf #sterek #enteralsterek #derek x stiles #mieczyslaw stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski #stiles x derek #wanda!stiles #derek hale #fuck the teen wolf movie #it was bad #should i make this a whole fic??

[dreamofjoys]

overblot!malleus draconia/ multiverse of madness

a/n: this fic was heavily inspired by the recent marvel movie, multiverse of madness, which is directed by sam raimi. the plot in this fic is almost similar to the one in the movie. don't proceed if you do not want to be spoiled

scenario: losing you to death was something that malleus will never be able to get over. you fell into the underworld, and no matter how desperate malleus is, he could never get you back. there was no body to mourn for, not when your body has already dissolved into ashes. he grieves, but at the same time, he also dreamt of you. you, who were smiling with him while holding your newborn baby. it was a sweet dream, until he realised that it wasn't. there was another you out there, and he would do anything to bring you back into his arms, even if it means being a holder of dark hold and breaking the rules

genre: angst , fem reader

tw: spoilers for chapter 6 main story, spoilers for MOM (kinda), malleus suffers with no happy ending and realises that he is going to be lonely forever , suicidal thoughts , my english died half way while writing this

guide to reading the fic:

this means that malleus is dreaming (usually about md and y/n 1)

md is referred as malleus from another universe

y/n 1 is referred as you from another universe

the thunder roars across the sky in twisted wonderland. the lightning pattern represents the crack on malleus's heart. the rain that poured down heavily represents the tears that malleus will never shed for anyone, except you.

it was the most disastrous day for malleus when he heard that you have fell into the underworld while attempting to save your friends from the titans. vil and the others had tried to get you back, but you plunged the thunder spear onto the seal of the underworld, causing you to fall inside and to never come out. in the end, they could only return back to nrc and deliver the news back to malleus.

malleus had threatened idia to reveal the location of "island of the grief", which idia promptly did, not wanting to further anger the dragon. when he arrived at the gate of the underworld, that was when he realised that you were never going to come back. there were no signs of living species, and he wasn't allowed to open the gate of the underworld. you were never going to come back to him, and that was something that he could never accept.

malleus returns back to his homeland and watch his guards bury your supposedly body into the rich soil of valley of thorns. there was nothing left of you, so they could only prepare an empty coffin and funeral, a sign to remember you as the prince's lover, but also a painful reminder to malleus that you are dead.

he lowers himself to the ground and stares at your grave. soft hands caressing the picture of you as he read the words that are engraved on the stone.

here lies y/n l/n,

lover of malleus draconia,

prefect of ramshackle dorm at nrc,

may she rest in peace

a bitter feeling surged through his veins as he thought of the cause of your death. it was this stupid school that made you go through so much trouble. if only he held you back from going to the land of grief, if only he kept you close to him, if only he was there.......

perhaps thats the part that hurts the most. if he was there, you would never fall into the underworld. heck, he wouldn't even let you get close to it. but he wasn't there, and you died, alone.

malleus isolated himself from everyone, only staying in his room and never coming out. not even his closest retainers could get close to him. whenever they try to open the door, thunder roars through the sky, a warning to not get close to him, to not step foot into his room. seeing how heartbroken the prince is, the queen ordered everyone not to disturb him, only to leave food outside his chambers and head to any orders that was given by him.

he never wants to go back to nrc, fearing that if he did, he might murder crowley for always using you and putting you in trouble. if he saw the shroud brothers, he might just lose control and blame them for being responsible for your death. so many thoughts and emotions flowing through him at a time, malleus wish that he could just sleep off and forget about everything.

that night, he dreamt of you. in that dream, he had gotten down in one knee in front of you, a small box clasped on his hand as he opens it, revealing a diamond ring.

"y/n, you are the first person that i have come to love during my long life as a royal in valley of thorns. you are the air that i breathe, the moon that shines brightly in my dark sky, and the source of my happiness. today, i kneel before you and ask if you would like to bless this prince with eternal happiness. y/n l/n, would you do the honor of letting this prince be your husband? he promise to love you for eternity, treat you with upmost care and stay by your side forever." tears started spilling out from your eyes as you screamed yes, letting the prince put on the ring on your ring finger. everyone around you guys screamed with joy. the prince has finally found his eternal happiness, and you finally found your forever.

malleus woke up with a cold sweat. it was a really sweet dream. it was exactly how he would propose to you, and your reactions were exactly how he imagined it to be. things would have been like this if you were still alive...

what malleus doesn't realise is that some dreams are not dreams at all. whenever he close his eyes, he would dream of you and him together, leading a happy life that he had planned for the both of you. in this dream, the both of you are already crowned as king and queen of valley of thorns. moreover, you are pregnant with his child.

"malleus, come here! the baby is kicking!" you motioned for your husband who is sitting on his desk to come over and touch your stomach. "what's wrong? did the baby hurt you?" worried features painted malleus's face as he sat down beside you, putting an arm around your shoulder while rubbing your stomach, inspecting for injuries. "no, i just want you to feel the baby's kick." you giggled at your husband's overprotectiveness. almost instantly, the baby kicked again, right on malleus's palm. malleus smiles widely at the contact with his child. he leans down and place a kiss on your stomach, rubbing your stomach affectionately on the very spot that the baby has just kicked. "you naughty child, so desperate to touch your father and greet him hm? fine then, i will rub on your mother's stomach whenever i have time. don't kick your mother too much okay? we don't want to hurt her." malleus whispers to your stomach, and then the baby kicked again. the both of you laughed, seemingly excited to wait for your child to be born and finally hold them in your arms.

"this dreams are getting a little too real." malleus mumbled to himself, finally waking up from his afternoon nap. he sighs and looks at the picture framed of the both of you on his desk. it was a selfie photo of the both of you. in the picture, your cheeks were puffed out like a puffer fish, holding up a vanilla ice cream. he stood beside you, tilting his head while staring at the ice cream in your hand. you took that picture when you caught him oogling over your ice cream, thinking that it would be a good blackmail material. but that picture soon became a favourite of malleus. you look so cute in it, how he wish that he was looking at you instead of the ice cream.

his heart aches at the thought of you again. how he wish that... you were here to comfort him. the dragon could only cry at the loss of his beloved, and once again, return back to sleep.

"she looks exactly like you, my queen." malleus cooes at the baby girl in your arms, smiling in adoration as the baby opened her eyes, revealing her slitted green eyes. "oh, but she has your eyes." you smiled at the baby in your arms, watching her staring at your husband intensely. "my king, i think she prefers you more than me." you pouted, trying to fake being sad at the lack of attention that your newborn is giving. malleus chuckles and rubs your head. "ah, my daughter is so beautiful, just like her mother. don't worry, i will treat the both of you well."

malleus jolted up, finally ending the dream. he pants heavily and runs his hand through his hair. what was that? it felt too real to be a dream. moreover, it seems that the recent dreams he had of you and him are both connected. he thought to himself, wondering if he has finally gone crazy to the point that he had decided to make up a happy ending of you and him together. but what if that wasn't a dream? what if it was real? maybe you are somewhere out there with him living a happy life? no, this won't do. he wants to be that malleus in his dream, but how? malleus needs answers, and the only thing that can give him that, is the darkhold.

stepping out of his room, he could finally breathe some fresh air. the guards who were guarding outside only bowed at his presence, not daring to question anything that he is going to do. malleus only ignores them, and proceeds to the forbidden chamber, where the darkhold lies.

another set of guards were guarding the forbidden chamber, and bowed upon the arrival of the prince. like the previous guards, they did not dare to question malleus's intention. under the queen's order, they were not allowed to disturb malleus and to obey any orders that malleus had given. knowing that no one would disturb him, malleus swiftly enters the forbidden chamber, going to the direction where the darkhold was being placed at.

deep down, malleus knew that it was wrong. the darkhold corrupts everything and anyone who touches it. valley of thorns was in charge of guarding it as the queen's magic was powerful enough to dispel anyone from getting near it. but apparently, malleus was still able to handle it. he dismissed the magic that were guarding the darkhold, and starting reading through its contents.

malleus was bewildered. the multiverse was real, and that dreams are the window to their alternate self. that means, you are still alive in other universe! and the dream that he had of you and him getting married was real! now, he just needs to get to the other you.... even if it means getting rid of his other self.

black ink starts to stain his body, fingertips going full black as a black, and ugly figure sprout out from his back. the prince has finally overblotted, and the darkhold has successfully corrupted him.

he chants out the spells in the darkhold, and find circular green orbs floating around him, each showing the different version of you. when he finally found the other you that he has been dreaming about, he chanted another list of spell, opening a portal to other you's world.

when malleus successfully opened the portal, he could finally see you... or rather other you, sleeping soundly on the bed. without any hesitation, he uses magic to drag other you out of bed, and into his world, before closing the portal and waiting for other you to wake up.

from this point onwards, the story will be third person

y/n1 woke up at the sudden change of environment. this environment feels... darker, she thought to herself as she stood up and observed her surrounding. she was in a rather dark room, with many books lying around the ground. those books looks like the forbidden books that the valley of thorns are guarding.. was she in the forbidden chamber? but how?!

it was then, y/n1 noticed a dark figure at the corner of the room. the figure slowly approach her, revealing its true identity. infront of her stood malleus, who has grown visibly even more taller. black tears slipping out of his eyes, hands reaching forward to touch her.

"you are not the md that i know. who are you?" y/n1 asked malleus as he stood rooted to the ground, hands suddenly halting midair. y/n1 had witnessed this scene way too many times. all the overblots that had happened in nrc had made her more aware and sensitive to who is at risk of overblotting.

the person infront of her looks like md, but at the same time, is not him. "i am malleus draconia, your lover." malleus introduced himself, in hopes that y/n1 would smile at him and jump into his arms like y/n always did.

"you are malleus yes, but you are from another universe, right?" y/n1 averted her eyes away from malleus and looks at the darkhold that he is holding. "i know what the darkhold is capable of doing, and thats because i had heard of what it has done to its user. i don't know what is your intention for bringing me here, but i need to go back to my universe. i have a husband and a daughter waiting for me."

"no, you will stay here."

"and may i ask why?"

"because i miss you."

"how about finding the other me in your universe then?"

"...she died......"

y/n1 pressed her lips at the sudden comment. the other her.. died and left this malleus alone? she can understand why this malleus overblots now. md has always been clingy and overprotective towards her, and one of his fears was that y/n1 would die early due to her being human.

y/n1 suddenly felt guilty and sad. she couldn't imagine leaving her md and daughter all alone, it would break their heart and hers. but no matter how much pity she felt for the current malleus that is standing infront of her, she needed to go back to her real home. she is not just a wife and a mother, but a queen to valley of thorns.

"stay with me please, i can't lose you again." malleus begged y/n1, trying to get closer to her. but y/n1 only shook her head and step away from malleus. seeing how y/n1 rejected him, malleus felt his heart being shattered into pieces again. but slowly, this heartbreak transformed into anger. why is y/n1 rejecting him? y/n has never done that before! aren't the both of them the same?

malleus gathers his magic, wanting to knock y/n1 out. but then, a stern and commanding voice stopped him. "malleus, stop." the voice was enough send chills down to malleus's spine as he turned around, only to find his grandmother staring at him. thorns started gathering around malleus as they restraint malleus down to the ground. for every moment that he resist against the thorns, it only pricks and punctures into his skin, causing him to scream in pain.

y/n1 panics. seeing malleus like this.. reminds her of md so much, she couldn't bear to see him in pain. "my queen, please-"

"y/n1, please forgive my grandson's rudeness." the queen stepped forward to y/n1, and took a look at her face. though the queen had only met y/n a few times, she already loved the girl for her bright personality. the queen knew how much malleus loves her, and how her death has affected malleus a lot. but rules are rules, and malleus had broken them. no matter how sad malleus is, he needs to be punished for his crime.

"will he be okay?" y/n1 asked as she looks at malleus, who has already stopped screaming and resisting against the thorns. he could only pant heavily, and stare at the wall, wishing that y/n is here.

"don't worry, he will be punished for his crimes. im afraid you can't stay any longer in this universe, so as to avoid incursion. i will send you back home." the queen explained, already gathering her magic to open up a portal for y/n1.

before entering the portal, y/n1 looked at malleus one last time. she squat down infront of him and gave him a head pat. "im sure your y/n wouldn't want to see you like this, it would break her heart. know that no matter where she go, she will always love you."

when y/n1 left, the blot figure hanging onto malleus disappeared. malleus laid on the ground, realising what he had just done. he broke the rules. he, the crown prince of valley of thorns, broke the rules.

"guards, lock the crown prince up in the deepest part of the prison. he shall spend his remaining time there reflecting on his actions until i deem fit to release him." those were his grandmother's orders before he was left in the cold dark prison, again, with no one to rely on.

-

it has been days since malleus was chained up in the prison. he refuses to eat and drink, and was ashamed to face everyone.

how i wish i could die right now. malleus thought to himself as he heaves out a sigh. life without y/n... is nothing. just when malleus was deep in his thoughts, a bright circle portal appeared infront of him. if any of his retainers were here with him, they would have immediately pushed malleus away from the portal, fearing that it was an assassin.

a figure walks out of the portal. if someone were to see these right now, they would be so confused. because the figure who walked out of the portal is... him?

"hello, i am md, the king of valley of thorns, husband of y/n1. how are you feeling?"

ah, malleus gets it now. his alternate self came to visit him.

"still alive and breathing, as you can tell." md chuckled at malleus's remark, before resuming back to his serious face.

"i heard everything about you through my wife."

"are you here to kill me then? if you are, please feel free to do so."

md only stares at malleus blankly, a look of sympathy flashes through his eyes as he sighed, running his hand through his long green locks. "y/n1 and i was worried about you."

malleus raised his eyebrow, signaling md to continue.

"i dreamt of you too. the moments between you and your y/n, i had witnessed them. your y/n is really lovable, just like mine. i felt your pain and sorrows when your y/n died. it was like a nightmare to me everyday as i fear that my own y/n1 would end up like yours. i only came to tell you to not to worry, i will love and protect my y/n1, just like how you did to yours. know that y/n1 will be loved." with that, md disappeared along with the portal.

malleus laughs bitterly, before he lets out a dragonic roar, shaking the grounds of valley of thorns.

there are 2 people who understand malleus. one is y/n, who had already died. the other one was md, his alternate self who he can never see again.

malleus was doomed to be alone forever, and he really hates it.

#twisted wonderland #imagines #malleus draconia #y/n #diasomnia #alternate au #twst malleus #dreamofjoystwst #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twst wonderland #malleus imagine #malleus headcanons #malleus x reader #malleus x mc

[eyesteeth]

fionna and cake e6 spoilers + thoughts on the endgame for this series

firstly, on ice prince: i think it's good for simon's development that he got to see this. but it could also be very bad if he doesn't allow himself to ruminate on it. ice prince spends most of the episode making simon feel like shit, because ice prince apparently conquered the madness of the crown out of sheer force of will, will that simon apparently lacked. and ice prince is living the life, having everything simon wishes he could have - the benefits of the crown with none of the downsides.

except, that's a lie. it's only until the very end of the episode is it revealed that he was actually broadcasting the madness of the crown into bubblegum, showing that this ideal cannot exist. the fun magical simon everyone claims to want is a falsehood. you cannot have the magic without the sadness and the madness.

what i find very curious about this universe is that it seems to run very similar to ooo. all the candy subjects are present, albeit mutilated by bubblegum's crown-influenced mind, and we even see a young ice marcy with the same axe bass ooo marcy has. so the simon of this universe had to have gone down nearly the exact same path as ooo simon, with a few exceptions:

he somehow had the thought to beam the madness away from him, implying he had help or some level of cognition or malice ooo ice king never had.

he and marcy are no longer on speaking terms (why recreate a person if you can just talk to them).

he's not obsessed with betty.

the last one of these is the one that stands out the most. the (outwardly) most functional simon we've seen so far does not care about betty. she died and he got over it. which leads me to my main thought about the ending of this series:

i don't think simon and betty should end up together.

their story is very much one of cycles, a loop of loss and finding and being lost again. simon has been grieving betty for decades, given how much finn's aged, yet simon never seemed to get out of the third and fourth stages of grief - he's cycling between depression and bargaining and seems to have been for a while. this is definitely not helped by being a normal man in a world full of magic when that magic can't even bring back the person he wants.

and if he does find her in the other multiverses, it wouldn't last. either she wouldn't be "his betty", or he'd become an anomaly just like fionna and cake, and would end up wreaking havoc anyway. he needs to accept that the woman he loves is gone. even if he somehow made his way to golbetty, betty's wish in the AT finale was to keep simon safe. golbetty is NOT safe, that's why she left so quickly during that battle. if he approaches her, there is no guarantee that she'll stay put. she could even boot him back to ooo.

much like his desire to get the crown and be magical again, his desire to find betty is founded on the falsehood that everything will be fine if he just has this one thing.

now, granted, this doesn't mean i wouldn't like to see him try. he is so dedicated to this line of thought that it's very likely he could end up regressing into ice king if they do manage to find a crown. that's the point of this kind of narrative, seeing the protagonist struggle and fail before eventually coming to the final realization. it's a story of grief and addiction, and those are never linear things. we still have four episodes left, and a lot could happen.

which, to that point, i think the marceline episode is going to be in the next batch, either e7 or e8. i am fairly confident this will be a world where either a) simon did not find the crown and died in the bombing, b) simon briefly spent time with marcy but died in an attack, or c) simon left marcy earlier and she ended up falling in with the vampires. her manner of dress in the trailer and promo image seems to suggest that this is a marcy who was either raised by her father and proudly wears the crown of vampire queen, or was raised by the vampires who were killing humans after the bombs. i believe this could only happen under those three circumstances.

this is going to be especially important for simon's development on two fronts. firstly, it shows that simon's time as himself was worth something. marceline is much better off having had his help during the years right after the bombing. even though he left in the end, what he did to help her prevented her from becoming whatever she is in this upcoming episode. and, secondly, it's a reminder that the marcy back at ooo is still someone he can talk to. just because she has a girlfriend/wife now doesn't mean that he's unwelcome in her life. it's the classic depression isolation, and maybe this realization will get him to break out of it somewhat.

also for future episodes, betty shows up in the trailer, and i'm willing to bet(ty) that this is going to be either e9 or e8, depending on how long simon's going to sit on this interaction and process it. i can see it being in the next batch if e9 and e10 are going to be the climax and resolution, but i can also see this betty scene happening in e9 and pushing him into regression and a mental spiral in e10, which is mostly him having a horrible time and the world of fionna and cake shaking up as a whole.

it's snowing over there now. maybe they get some earthquakes as foreshadowing to the breakdown simon's about to have. truly, who knows? we just gotta wait. but it will be interesting either way, i think.

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