give me a Ghost (1990) Lokius AU where Loki visits Mobius on the timeline but Mobius can’t see or hear him so he had to enlist help from a person who can communicate within other worlds.
Hope
🤍 Apartment in Decaf's (@strawberry-barista) Shibuya
🤍 Apartment in Api's (@catncore) Shibuya that she has an arrangement for
🤍 Beach house that she ended up with when family went blank. Shared with Teal
🤍 The Aether Mega Cabin. A Refurbished Vacation Cabin in the mountains of the same universe Teal's main trading post / shop is located in. Acts as a home and shelter for muses from other blogs as well.
Teal
💙 Has a home in Zendo, an island mayored by Felix Pardus (@fairymint)
💙 Has a room in the Aether Mega Cabin. Currently it's primary Caretaker.
💙 Has a room in Hope's beach house. Used as a refuge when he needs quiet time
Chamyle
🖤 A book currently under the care of Dorian (@afigitis). No actual in-story home anymore
Noir & Divodas
💚 The Multiversal Void
💚💖 An iteration of Hallownest (@abyssembraced)
💖 Divodas has a room in The Sealed Archives
Fir
🧡 Has a room in the Sealed Archives
🧡 Looking for another home
Melody
💜 Has a room in the Sealed Archives
💜 Has an apartment-room-place on N's / Nai's (@podpilot) Copper Nine
Leah & Amygdala
💛🤎 Countdown Studios' Tower, with five other castmates.
Ross is planning to use fireworks to show his appreciation to his mom...Just don't ask where he got them.
Eda is getting a s*** ton of gifts with all the kids she's gathered/acquired.
Uzi and Molly are planning on visiting and paying their respects to their deceased mothers.
Hank and the others from the Mad-verse don't really know/understand the concept of Mother's day, so they don't celebrate it.
Jackrow firstly celebrates it by taking his birth mother on a relaxing day out and then he visits the cemetery where his adopted mother had been buried to pay his respects as well.
I decided to try to see who do draw as Kuromi and My Melody from Sanrio and, after a bit of thinking, I realized there's no perfect fit than CV Aliza and Canon Aliza/Past CV Aliza, they are literally perfect for it!
@divienity asked: ❝ you still get to be the hero. ❞ - hope & wanda! / richard siken sentence starters.
𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐌 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍 short supply these days for the witch, and yet she almost finds herself able to grasp onto the statement, as if there was a shred of hope still tucked away in her heart somewhere. it’s fleeting though, gone almost as soon as it came — heroes didn’t cause entire buildings to collapse, filled with innocent civilians, and they certainly didn’t take over entire towns, just to play out a fantasy. (they were accidents; it didn’t matter, she should be able to control herself, and she still can’t). “i think i stopped being the hero A LONG TIME AGO.” wanda’s voice is quiet, and she pulls her legs against her chest, chin resting on her knees. hope, the girl, was as much of an enigma as the feeling was. everyone’s an open book with powers like hers, and yet there’s still puzzle pieces of her that she’s trying to connect. like why she’s even acting this encouraging in the first place: those who recognized her face from the news were more than giddy to call the police, making her life hell. but hope was… helping? at least not harming, which was more than she could say for anyone else. she lets out a soft scoff then, shaking her head. “i don’t think i ever was one.” not in the eyes of the public at least. wanda started the experiment from hydra, the evil that almost ended the world and caused her home city to be destroyed. after months of training, she’d failed in the field immediately, the sokovia accords coming together because of her. (steve had fractured everything, and she couldn’t help but feel responsible, as if it wasn’t doomed to happen from the beginnings of the avengers, founded on tragedy and bound to it forever). they are so similar, the witch and the tribrid — they both hold more power than anyone could possibly understand, AND YET THEY ARE STILL CHILDREN. she’s not sure she wants normal anymore, she just knows she sure as hell doesn’t want this. head cocked to the side, wanda bites her lip, looking over hope again, as if reading a book or sign. “you understand what it’s like to be hated, feared, for circumstances you can’t control.” not a question; wanda knows the statement to be true already, though it’s not like she couldn’t have come to that conclusion on her own if she needed. the way she carries herself says it all. steady confidence wavering, she pushes through, forcing the words out. “and you STILL wish to be a hero?” a challenge of sorts: hope says she can be the hero, but does she even want the same? (she’s not sure she wants to be a hero — she just wants to stop running).
In my K.H. rewrite timeline, all the children have at least 1 mentor.
Vanitas' are Xehanort (who is emotionally & physically abusive) and Cloud (who starts out aloof & not even meaning to be zir mentor, but ends up giving zem advice often by accident then later on purpose teaches various skills to Vanitas).
Ven's are Xehanort (who is emotionally & physically abusive), Eraqus (who is genuinely nice despite his strict nature, but their last interaction is him trying to murder Ventus for the greater good without even trying to think of an alternative solution), and Leon (who initially reminds Ven of Eraqus, which makes their platonic friendship toxic since the lack of communication between Ven & Leon causes both to severely misinterpret what's going on; but they learn to talk properly to each other thus causing them to become close and Ven to slowly regain his trust in adults). (Terra and Aqua are more not-biological-nor-legally-adoptive older siblings to Ven than being his mentors.)
Roxas' are Axel/Lea (their not-biological-nor-legally-adoptive-siblinghood starts out casual then becomes toxic, but they work through their issues with some help; especially since Lea/Axel was the one causing all the toxicity and had learned the hard way that many of his decisions in regards to Roxas & Xion have been mean at best & cruel at worst) and Merlin (who helps Roxas study and provides a safe space to work through his various emotions).
Shion/Xion's are Axel/Lea (coz Lea/Axel is in Castle Oblivion when Shion first starts gaining personhood through Sora's lost memories, it takes a few weeks after his mission for him to warm up to her; then their not-biological-nor-legally-adoptive siblinghood gets toxic before it eventually improves), Saïx/Isa (starts out toxic, stays that way for many months whilst his firm belief that she's solely a puppet with no thoughts nor feelings bit by bit gets disproven, and slowly improves when an incident forces him to accept that she's actually a person then he bit by bit starts to platonically love her as a daughter or little sister when continuing to teach her things), and Barret (who helps Shion find her individuality and provides a safe space for her to talk through how she feels 'bout everything that happened in her short life so far plus he very much holds Lea/Axel and Saïx/Isa accountable for their treatment of the children).
Sora's are Donald & Goofy (who initially see her solely as a means to an end, but quickly grow to sincerely care 'bout Sora then – aside from 1 incident where they abandon Sora in favour of Riku who got 1 of the Keyblades from the enbe thus Goofy & Donald obeyed Mickey's order to stick by the Keyblade-wielder, but less than half an hour later they chose Sora over their mission – stick by her no matter what Mickey or anyone else says; they learn through Aerith shouting at them that their student's/not-biological-nor-legally-adopted child's mental health has taken a fast nosedive & that their meant-to-be-harmless teasing is why, so they apologise to Sora & make amends to the kid who they've been helping keep up with school ever since the Trinity Trio formed in Traverse Town), and Aerith (who platonically bonds with Sora coz he has an affinity for healing magic same as Aerith does then later she's who he confides in 'bout everything he has gone through on her adventures and Aerith helps Sora become less insecure in the enbe's abilities & skills).
Naminé's are Ienzo/Zexion (who starts out manipulative, but redeems themself after she changes from a Nobody into a Somebody since regaining his Heart awakens his conscience), Demyx/Myde (who aids Naminé in learning to simply relax & to take care of themself instead of being filled by self-hatred), and Tifa (who helps them become a badass fighter and is a confidant who they tells every insecurity & issue to then eventually Naminé tells her 'bout the emotional abuse from Marluxia/Lauriam and the emotional & physical & magical abuse from Relena/Elrena/Larxene, plus Tifa realises thanks to Naminé how hurtful secrets from people who the secrets are 'bout can be thus she grows as a person).
Kairi's are Minnie (who teaches Kairi music magic and helps her learn how to use her pure Light instead of throwing herself – and Selphie, who literally jumped through the Corridor of Light when Kairi semi-accidentally created it & fell into it – into unfamiliar places with no clue what she's doing plus Minnie assigns Pluto to guard the girls and gives them a Star Shard to travel with since it's not safe for non-Guardians of Heart to use Corridors of Light or Corridors of Darkness) and Aqua (who she specifically requests to be her mentor, as Kairi is the only one who explicitly feels the need to find someone to teach her new skills; Aqua quickly becomes a not-biological-nor-legally-adoptive big sister to Kairi who she helps regain self-confidence and improve as a fighter).
Selphie's is Daisy (who gladly teaches her how to use hand-to-hand combat whilst Kairi is busy with Minnie's lessons on music magic & intentionally using Light and she's the one who Selphie talks through with all the wild stuff that's been going on, their conversations helping the girl make sense of everything).
Riku's are Maleficent (who manipulates him), Xehanort's Heartless/Ansem the Seeker of Darkness (who manipulates him then in Castle Oblivion literally controls Riku's body for a short time twice thus taking away his autonomy before Riku finally kills the human-looking Heartless), Terra (whose Heart is freed from the Guardian Heartless form it was stuck in when Riku defeats Ansem, as the boy used his ability to communicate with Heartless therefore finding out Guardian was Ansem's victim just as much as he was plus Kairi purifying Riku from the lingering taint of Ansem lets Terra to regain his Heart & properly communicate with Riku instead of staying as Guardian Heartless; they both learn from each other to be better people just as much as Riku learns new fighting skills from Terra), and Mickey (whose support is pivotal in Riku not being stuck as Ansem's victim forever).
Shiro/the Riku Replica's is Cid (who is a very grumpy man, but still good at teaching him various computer & aeroplane skills) and his wife Shera (who takes over handling the lessons whenever he has to go do something very important same as how he helps Shiro learn whilst she's busy plus both help the enbe find hir individuality).
Ephemer's is Ava (who in some ways is more a not-biological-nor-legally-adoptive older sister than a mentor, but does teach the enbe a lot 'bout various magic).
Skuld, Strelitzia, Olette, Pence, Hayner, James, Amber, Sofia, Lani, Kari, Ruby, Jade, Yufi, Yuna, Paine, Rikku, Tidus, and Wakka each have a mentor too. But this post is getting kinda long already, so maybe someday I'll write a Part 2 & a Part 3 covering theirs. Plus some of the adults had their own mentors, so I might do a Part 4 for them.
🥚 I've had some Pokemon Brainrot overnight and I haven't Updated muse Teams in a bit so. Those are under the cut:
Hope: The Dragonair- by the name of Miso- is her support / therapy pokemon and the Joltik- named Hospital- is shared custody between her and @wrongtrain.
Teal: Doesn't have any of them yet but will eventually.
Melody: Only has Rockruff at the moment.
Fir: Only has Fuecoco for now.
*- Fir and Melly also have a BUNCH of Unown of both the normal and cursed varieties that frequent the Sealed Archives.
I would be too powerful if I could do art. Reason being because I would make an ask blog and make people simp for a woman trapped underground for a century who woke up to the apocalypse and just fit right in because she was a rum runner from 1920s New York.
We start the working week with a full review of Unique Melody's incredible-sounding multi-driver and bone-conduction-equipped Multiverse Mentor custom IEM!
It's so confusing travelling between universes. The space between is an actual place, but not really. It's representative of where you... you know what? Forget it.
It's about midnight, when things calm down and get sorted out with the police. Marie hides in the shadows, and Callie tries to explain. They... don't understand the multiverse, and even the idiot's guide with the rock goes over their heads. Maybe Callie shouldn't have opened her mouth, and just left them be. One bad explanation later, Marie quickly punched in some numbers into the watch, specifically '928'. That number alone, didn't ring any bells for Callie. She just thought it was like... co-ordinates? Or... something else. It's important.
"What does the watch thingie do?" She decided to sling a question at Marie, entranced by... the screen... and the shiny metal...
"It's a device that lets us travel between universes. It's extremely fragile. Don't be stupid, and break it like you always do."
...break it? Like... she always does?
Callie pulls away. She's never broken any of Marie's things. She's never touched them. Is this an alternative version of herself? Who was this Callie, that Marie was familiar with? She must've been an entirely different person, and that freaked her the shell out. "I wouldn't, Marie, I swear. I've never broken anything on purp-"
"Yeah. You have. Quit lying."
Her 'cousin', begins to walk away, and fire up the portal. It's an orange matrix of holograms going into an abyss. It looks similar to the watch. She heaves a sigh, and gives her some instructions about going through.
"Word of warning, before we go in. If you land face first, you'll hit the ground and it'll hurt. I learnt that the hard way, so make sure you land feet first." Marie said, opening a portal. Objects and rubble hovered above the ground, alerting the police officers. Was... was that... Marie? None of them dare approach. The entire force was already confused enough with the Lobster.
The Lobster!
"Shouldn't we worry about the... the dude? The bad guy?" Callie asked, turning and looking at the unconscious thing on the ground. He looked... broken, ass thoroughly kicked. Marie thought the same, but the way she viewed it, that was a good thing.
"Oh, yeah. Take him with us. We'll need him before he glitches out of existence."
Callie shot her cousin a glare of disbelief. Glitch... out of existence? She turned her gaze back to him, and almost on cue... he started to freak out. Colours that she had never seen before zipped in and out of reality, and contorted his body in ways that shouldn't be possible. It surprised her, and she yelped in response to his convulsion.
Now, she hesitated to touch him and bring him back. She didn't wanna touch him while he was doing that. That's so weird. She hates it. But... Marie, or at least... this Marie wouldn't leave until they got him. So... she picked him up, and dragged him by the ankles.
This guy isn't squishy like an Inkling. He has fuzz on his face. Weeeiiiiird. She feels around, out of curiosity, and immediately regrets doing so.
"Marie. This guy is a real weirdo. He's proportioned wrong and has hard stuff inside his legs." She hollers to Marie, wanting to break the uncomfortable vibes of carrying a thing like the Lobster.
"Those are bones, Callie. That's a human being."
"...Oh. Okay."
She takes a second to process that she just beat up a long-extinct species. After contemplating, she webs up his ankles and drags him by that before tossing him into the portal. "You too," Marie declared, and kicked her cousin in as well, "we're all going."
And like that, Shellendorf Institute, is left with only the police.
The next thing Callie can see properly is a tunnel guiding her across the multiverse. Looking out, it felt like a shifting, chaotic mess of galactic fireworks. Blips of stars and planets appearing and disappearing at random. Little specks of light, flying across just like she and Marie were. It's fantastic. It's terrifying. It's awe-inspiring. It's maddening. It's everything she's ever seen and nothing she's ever seen.
How long has this been kept from her?
A cold wind rushes past her, snapping her back to reality. In the distance, she catches a bead of light forming. Closer, and closer still, before a blinding white light forces her to close her eyes.
"OH! WE'RE GOING FASTER THAN I'D LIKE-"
THUD!
The two land, with the Lobster in tow. Callie had remembered to land feet first, and although angry at her 'cousin', Marie gave a thumbs up. That mask of hers wasn't the best at depicting emotion, so she had to substitute. She thought a thumbs up was a good way to ask if she's okay, without showing it on her face.
"You good?"
"...yeah... I'm good."
As her eyes adjust, Callie stares out at the sprawling complex of bridges, towers, paths... the works. It's almost too much for her to handle. People of all shapes and sizes, were walking up them. They were wall crawling up them, just like how she would. The powder white pillars climbing high into the air, branching off at points where they intersected with a bridge or an entrance. The sheer amount of light in this place reminded her of an airy, open temple. The architecture jogged her memory of something else as well. The watch. It shared a similar design mantra as the watch, with those hard angles. Perhaps not as clean and snow white as the buildings, but they certainly had the same... 'style.'
More people like the Lobster are going about their business. They're just like him. Some are larger, some are thinner... but they all have that weird fuzz, if it's on their suits.
They're all like he-
Oh! Ah. Ow... oohh. Okay. Yeah. That. That's a lo...t...
Her Spider-Sense goes haywire, and Callie clutches her head for a few seconds. Marie waits close by, the Lobster twitching. He's still alive. Both him, and Callie come to, and Callie is once again looking around.
"WH-HEY! GET THIS STUFF OFF ME!" The Lobster brazenly blurts out, thrashing and writhing like a fly in a spider web. Marie seems to take notice to his flailing, and what surprises Callie and the Lobster is that she speaks in the same tongue as him.
"No. We're going send home." Marie responds in broken English, to the Lobster. He seems to understand, but still looks like he'll murder them both. That is, until another human walks by, and seems to understand that there's a villain. They pick him up, and Marie says her thanks to them.
...off he goes, then.
Never to be seen by Callie or Marie again.
"Where's he going...?" Callie asks her cousin. She's curious. How will they send him home? Do they find his home universe... and then drop him off there? She has so many questions about how large this place is, and... how Marie got that watch.
"Not important. You don't need to worry, so don't. What you don't know, is good for you."
Shit... was Marie always this harsh on Callie? Yeah, she's sarcastic, and won't ever give you a straight answer, but she was never flat out rude. It gives Callie a feeling of unease, as they start to navigate the complex. "This is the er, Spider-Society. It's a multiversal group of elite Spider-People who make sure the multiverse doesn't collapse, and I'm one of 'em." She explains to Callie, giving a fist bump to a passing Spider who seems to know them.
"Hold on a second, Spider-People?" She questions Marie. How many...
"Yeah. Spider-People. Turns out, there's a whole lot of us, and it's not just one guy. They're all different, and shell, you'll see a couple who are from similar universes to us."
"Like... more of me and you?"
"Nah."
"Like them."
(YAAAAHOOO!! had this sitting around in my docs for a short while now and finally decided to put it here. feel free to season with salt and pepper
the tension between you and miguel rises to an all-time high —a ficlet featuring a grumpy miguel and a flirty, distracted spider-girl. pre across the spider-verse but contains spoilers. fem!reader, 1k
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Miguel has asked you multiple times to leave him alone while he's working. The strike force can't run itself (or so he claims —Margo and Lyla seem plenty capable, in your eyes) and he needs time and solitude to organise the protection of canon events, and—
"Blah, blah, blah," you say, dropping your voice to a soft, teasing melody as you skirt around his frankly audaciously jacked chest.
"Don't blah, blah, blah me," Miguel says. You'd be intimidated if you weren't so happy to mess with him. "I'm not kidding around."
Okay, maybe you are intimidated. That just makes messing with him more fun.
The room he operates from, as you've so fondly monikered The Office, is in organised chaos, and much too dark. You drag a lone chair toward his control panel and set yourself down in front of all his screens and computers.
"Ooh," you hum, reaching for an unlabelled switch with a purposeful slowness.
Predictably, Miguel slams his hand over yours, yanking your chair back with an annoyed, "No."
"Come on, Miguel. What harm could I possibly do?"
"You could–"
"Topple the multiverse?" you suggest. "I've heard."
"You could turn off every member of the Society's DMW. That's what that does. Potentially endangering each of their lives by stranding them in unfamiliar dimensions, and preventing them from correcting canon events."
You feel bad for teasing him when you see the look on his face, anger and exhaustion and the slimmest allowance of defeat. It must be tough to lead the Spider-Society. Tougher to micromanage more than half of its members.
Pulling your hand from under his, you cross your arms over your stomach and give him an apologetic frown. "Sorry, Miguel."
Evidence of his sweet spot for you lines his expression, softening his sharp jaw and the stoic set of his brow. It's gone as quick as it came, and his mask falls back into place. He turns away from you as though pretending you aren't there and scans one of his holographic screens, his face glowing with a yellow-orange haze.
Miguel has to tolerate you, because you're a Spider-Girl. Though you've never called yourself that aloud, and you're not sure anyone else has, either, it's an undeniable truth. You were bitten by a radioactive spider that gave you super mutant abilities, though yours aren't as potent as others. You're not especially strong, you probably couldn't stop a bus with your bare hands, but you're smart. You haven't saved the world or anything, but you lost your Uncle Ben. You paid the toll.
Every spider person has lost someone. Miguel seems to have lost more than that.
"You know," you mumble, kicking the ground lightly to make your chair spin on its axle, "I've been thinking…"
"That's never good."
"Why do we wear our suits here?" you ask, spinning for a second time, the room moving past your eyes in flashes. "It seems performative."
"Ah, I can answer that. Some of us work when we're here."
You wrinkle your nose at his deadpan and kick the floor again, spinning so fast it makes you laugh. "What did you say? I can't hear you from your high horse– woah!"
Miguel grabs the back of your chair, bringing you to a sudden and firm stop. You blink hoping it'll assuage the dizziness between your eyes, and when it doesn't work you keel forward, muttering, "Woah, I'm gonna die."
"You won't die."
"How do you know?" you ask.
"You're under my watch, aren't you?"
"I knew you liked me," you say. "Oh, I don't feel well."
"You brought it on yourself."
You catch your breath. When you feel okay enough to stand you almost trip, and Miguel doesn't bother pretending that he had any intention of stopping you from landing flat on your face. The you before the spider bite would've wiped out. This you giggles and holds Miguel's elbow for a second while you plant your feet.
"Okay, boss-man," you ask, looking up at the unnaturally high screen he's investigating. "What are we doing today?"
"I'm supervising a task force operation on Earth-31913. You're going home."
"Miguel," you say, not sure if you want to flirt with him or piss him off. He looks incredibly pissed off already, so you choose flirtation. "Have I told you how handsome you look this evening?"
He doesn't react. His hands don't so much as shift where they're akimbo on his hips.
"You really have the most handsome eyes," you continue, weaving around his arm to stand in front of him. You have to crane your neck to see them. "Sulky. Do I really have to go home? I'd rather stay here with you."
He looks down his nose at you. "Yeah?" he asks quietly, his voice rough as hewn stone.
"Yeah," you say, taking a small step back.
"And do what?"
You mirror his stance, hands on your hips. Your suit isn't form fitting like his, doesn't showcase nearly so much lean muscle, but you like it. You'd chosen a simple black ensemble to match the spider who bit you with a pinky purple heart over your stomach. Miguel had asked about it once, just once, when you'd first met and he had no idea how much of a problem for him you were going to become.
Why there?
Why do you think? you'd asked, giving him a sticky-sweet smile.
Forget I asked.
He lifts a hand to your chin, pinching it between two deft fingers. You're lucky he isn't wearing his gloves; his claws would pierce your jaw.
"What do you want to do?" he asks, again so quietly. "If you stay?"
"I could help with the task force."
"That's what you want to do?"
You flush with heat but refuse to let him know how you're feeling. Your heart bumps against your ribs, breath caught in your throat as he tilts your head up, as he leans down.
"No," he says near your lips, "that's not it."
"I could help you?" you offer.
Something flashes in his eyes. You hesitate to call it lust. It reminds you of a cat with a mouse in it’s clutches, only his pupils are blown, black and inky and wide as dimes.
"You want to help me?" he asks, his lips an inch, half of that from yours.
You nod minutely. "Yes," you say under your breath.
His hand moves to your cheek. He leans in closer and closer, until there's a hair's width of air between his mouth and yours, the tips of your noses bent together. His breath fans over your bottom lip and it's hot. You swear you can feel his heart as his chest presses to yours. He lingers there for an endless handful of seconds, silently egging you on.
You call his bluff and refuse to close the distance.
Miguel pushes you away from him, far from cruel but certainly not sweet. "I have a tower of paperwork you can file," he says.
"Here I thought you were finally going to bite my head off," you hum. "You're a sore loser, Miguel."
"And you're my pest," he says, holding your gaze for a half-second too long. He turns away. "Lyla? Arrange the recounts from the last canon event for Spider-Girl's perusal, please."
"So you've remembered I'm here?" Lyla asks wryly.
You don't mind the paperwork. You sign each one with a winky face and a pink gel pen heart, knowing Miguel will go over them all again, and knowing he'll grow angrier and angrier with each heart.
He'll kiss you and mean it one day. You just have to play the waiting game.