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mingus-archives · 11 months

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Saviors, Suffering, and Isolation in Across the Spiderverse

Something that really stuck with me from Spider-Man Across the Spiderverse was the theme of suffering inherent in the hero narrative (and specifically the spiderman narrative) and how we can perpetuate suffering in our justification of it.

In the intro to the movie, Gwen gives background into how she became Spiderwoman. She explains the traumatic experience of inadvertently causing her friend Peter’s death and says that because of this she can’t have friends. We see how this has caused her to further suffer, forcing a wedge between her and her band, her and her father, and her and Miles. She is obsessed with not letting a loved one suffer at her hands in the same way again. Furthermore, she is okay letting herself suffer through isolation as long as her loved ones are safe.

Then, we meet Miguel, Spider Man 2099, who fervently defends his and his organization’s behavior as making sure some suffering occurs in order to prevent larger suffering. Miguel took over a different dimension’s Miguel, allowing him to have a daughter and live a happy life. However, this dimension fell apart because he was an anomaly and caused that dimension’s timeline to not flow as it should. After this, he forms the Spider-society, which is intent on making sure that anomalies are taken care of and, more importantly, that canon events happen.

This is where the main conflict of the plot arises, as a canon event in the timeline is the death of the police captain, who in Miles’s universe happens to be his father. Miguel insists that Miles has to let his father die, and rages that Miles has already helped another Spiderman (Pavitr) avoid that fate. This is not a surprise to Miguel’s character; he is tormented by his attempts to lead a happy life and therefore believes that suffering is necessary.

However, what is striking is that all the spider-people seemingly stand by Miguel except Miles. The characters we know, namely Peter B Parker, Jessica Drew (Spiderwoman), and Gwen all support Miguel’s perspective. This seems wildly out of character for these individuals who we’ve seen be insistent on saving people if it is in their power to do so. But it is important to note that, besides Gwen, they’ve already suffered that canon event of the police captain dying. For them, that was a necessary trauma in their lives that allowed them to be who they are today. It is in a sense a passive justification. They did all they could, but the captain had to die. But for Miles (and Gwen), the death of the captain is something they’re being forced to allow or even facilitate. They have to make the active choice to let their captains, both their fathers, die. Miles is insistent that this is wrong, and that there is another way to live.

As a story centered on characters of colors (and minority characters given Gwen is implied to be trans in the movie), this can be seen as a message about how some communities or people of color treat suffering. That is, the belief in many minority communities like mine (Hmong) is that suffering is a necessary evil to endure for the good of everyone. They suffered, so their children must suffer as well. However, this mindset moves from a coping mechanism to harm when, upon finding no or a lack of suffering, we fabricate suffering onto others like us because we believe this is necessary for success. Instead of finding help, lifting one another up, leaning on each other, we lean into the suffering, the pain, and the isolation. We are unduly harsh to our children, or we don’t try to disrupt the unjust systems that harmed us, or we just let bad situations be.

The Spider Society may be a group of spider-people, but there is surprisingly little care being given to one another’s wellbeing. Instead, they all look at each other and empathize rather than offer real care. I understand rather than let’s understand together. The coldness of this community is made clear with how harshly Jessica treats Gwen when she screws up, with how cruelly Miguel treats Peter (”I’ve had enough of you”), and most humorously with the therapy scene where the therapist spiderman rudely remarks, “Let me guess your Uncle Ben died?” The spider-people are all heavily traumatized individuals, and instead of healing they’ve worked themselves into a web of control and fatalism. By accepting that suffering as inevitable, they create the suffering of Miles.

As a daughter of a refugee, I grew up hearing the message that suffering made us strong, that it allowed them to be successful. Children who didn’t suffer were spoiled and grew up to be ungrateful wastes to society. I heard stories in my LGBTQ+ community about how young queers take things for granted and don’t understand how hard it once was. And when I suffered myself, I felt a similar urge to say that this suffering made me a better person. And this is so hard to fight because if you acknowledge the suffering wasn’t needed, that means you shouldn’t have had to go through it, that it was unjustified, that it was a random cruelty of the universe. And that is a tough truth to accept, because that means it didn’t have to be that way. Uncle Ben didn’t have to die for Spiderman to live.

In order to let our stories continue, instead of repeating the past, as well as help our communities Across the Spiderverse asks us to let go of the suffering and the belief we needed it. It is not what makes us heroes. It is not what makes us good. Instead, like Miles and Gwen (by the end of the movie), our heroism is in our love and our loved ones, and in the belief that there is a better way.

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spdrslayr · 10 months

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002. atsv headcanons ! ★ poly jonathon ohnn & miguel o’hara x reader…

⁀➷ srcs... masterlist . rules . intro .

| synopsis, ୨♡୧ you’re in a poly relationship with the spot, and spider-man 2099. every day is a battle.

★ tags -> gender neutral reader; miguel o'hara; spider-man 2099; johnathon ohnn; the spot; poly; fluff; platonic spider-band; etc…

★ warnings -> cursing; petty small arguments; play fighting; miguel body-shames a cat

★ w.c -> 1,165

| xox, mei! ୨♡୧ -> after making those rival hcs i really wanted to write smth where these two get along!!

they get on each other's nerves so much. half the time you’re breaking up fights and mediating arguments. but no matter how stupid one thinks the other is - there’s still a lot of love involved. it just doesn’t come across as such when miguel throws an empanada at johnathon, or when johnny portals miguel into the sewers ❤️

what they do agree on is how much they love you. these superpowered freaks adore you and they’ll do anything and everything to keep you safe.

they’re both geniuses, so science is something big for them to bond over. the two bounce ideas off of each other and provide really good insight. both of them practically live in your home’s lab, so they spend a lot of time there together tinkering (and bickering.) if you’re a sciency person, ofc you’re joining them. if not, you’re just happy to listen to them ramble. you love your smart-ass boys!

miguel and johnathon are also huuuge nerds when it comes to cheesy sci-fi movies. they adore playing video games with you and doing weekly movie marathons.

★ they both use their powers to hog the popcorn hehe ★ miguel falls asleep quickly, because he feels safe with you two, and it’s the cutest thing. ★ but once johnathon woke him up from “awww”-ing too loud :(

both miguel and johnathon hog the bed. it’s easiest for you to sleep between them, like a tight fucked-up sandwich. for the most part it’s great and insanely comfortable, but the two cling to you like you’ll fly away.

at first meeting miguel johnathon is skeptical, because miguel is the ceo of alchemax in his dimension. once miguel explains he went through similar troubles with the company in the past, and that he’s working on fixing it, johnathon feels a bit better. miguel offers him a research position but johnathon declines, more content with the idea of supporting you and miguel from home.

★ miggy things !

miguel teaches you and johnathon basic self defense because he’s so scared of his enemies targeting you two. he really appreciates daily check-ins and confirmations if you’re apart.

you and jonathan dote over miguel. you both know he’s been through a lot, so you’re always there to provide comfort and care when necessary. he has so much on his shoulders and you both try your best to take on some of it on for him. a lot of times, miguel will prefer to be alone for a bit, but once he’s collected his thoughts, he’ll come back to you and johnathon for cuddles.

another thing in spite of their disagreements is being silly together. yes, miguel can be quite serious but at heart he’s just as charming and witty as any other spider-person. he’ll say the funniest shit out of nowhere and it has you and jonathon cackling.

★ you show miguel a picture you took of spider-cat. the little man has his belly out and everything. ★“...fat ass.” ★ “BAHAHAHA-”

you and johnathon swoon over miguel’s spanish.

★ “god, that was hot.” ★ “johnny i think he said he’s gonna kill you.“

miguel likes to slap johnathon’s back and it makes the lanky motherfucker start choking lmao

he goes to jess and lego spider-man for relationship advice. he doesn’t trust peter b. divorcee with that shit.

★ johnny things !

he considers himself a retired villain now. crime is no longer a necessity now that you and miguel have mended his broken heart. he has a shoplifting habit, though. it’s just so easy with his powers! miguel has threatened to turn him in numerous times.

if miguel needs it, he’ll help him out in the field, but overall johnathon prefers helping from the lab. same goes for you if you’re a vigilante as well.

he has a lot of trauma from the past, especially in regards to the accident. you and miguel always lift him up in your own unique ways. you tend to be more comforting while miguel opts for providing practical advice. johnathon really appreciates having you two as close company on tough days.

jonathon feels so damn lucky to have you and miguel. he’s always saying shit like “wowee i really hit the jackpot!” you love it and miguel thinks it’s stupid (-ly cute.)

johnny’s so smug about being the tallest (unless you happen to be over 7 feet tall - will you marry me-) miguel is still fairly tall, and webs things if necessary - so whenever johnathon reaches something for him he gets all pouty.

once he called miguel “papi.” miguel couldn’t take it seriously and fucking died. johnny’s still haunted by it.

★ rdr things !

you have the unique ability to make these two incredibly stubborn men melt in mere seconds. they both don’t respond well to authority, but they always listen to you. They trust your judgment and know you want the best for them.

they love teaming up to dote on you. on a bad day, they’ll prepare your favorite foods and do whatever you like, whether that be cuddling silently, talking about it, or something else. it breaks both of their hearts to see you upset.

the two are always hyping you up, no matter what you do. if you’re a student? hell yeah, write those fucking papers! are you a vigilante like miguel? you’re so brave and kind-hearted! do you stay at home? thank you for keeping everything in check and being there! but what matters most to them at the end of the day, is that you’re you, and happy and safe with them.

sometimes they just talk about how much they love you.

★ “y/n looks gorgeous today,” johnathan sighed. ★ “they always do though, don’t they?” miguel thought out loud, “we should get them a present.” ★ “for being pretty?’ johnathon asked. ★ “for being pretty.” miguel agreed, with a little smile.

★ platonic spider-family things !

jessica drew is your bestie and you wouldn’t have it any other way. johnathon and peter b parker are two dorky dads grilling together. don’t even get me started on miguel and lego spider-man.

miguel still scares the shit out of poor miles, but they’re both warming up to each other, slowly but surely.

johnathon and miles get along great. he’s become a scientific mentor figure for the boy, and it’s the sweetest thing. he and miles talk about physics all the time (because miguel is once again, scary) and johnathon helps him out with school stuff. miles will join the two in the lab sometimes, so you always set aside his favorite snacks for him :)

gwen hobie and pavitr like to visit too, and they’ll join you guys for meals.

johnathon is so great with the kids. despite him being an ex-villain they absolutely adore him. he makes jokes and stupid references to embarrass them.

you, miguel and johnathon often babysit mayday so peter b and mj can have a date night.

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hasello · 6 months

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Don’t know if this was asked or if you have already answered it but what are the ages difference /age groups of the turtles in the cousins au?

I did make a post with some info about the AU, it’s linked in the pinned post if you wanna learn even more! Here’s the age chart, tho 😊

ALTHOUGH ⬇️

TO BE HONEST It’s a tricky question, cause even tho I totally like the bigger age gaps when they’re younger, I honestly don’t know if I like it when they’re older, cause it would make Orange 15 and the oldest turtles like 24 which is just 🥹 THEY’RE OLD, my kids are old

And this au is mostly just for fun, never planned any big story with it, but I do want it to make at least some sense SO, maybe I’ll figure it out at some point.

For now, I don’t know if I should go with some excuse like: the fact that they’re still from different dimensions somehow made the time work different and as teens they’re not THAT apart in age? Maybe they haven’t a seen each other for like a year, but in other dimensions it was more years?? Idk lmao

…or maybe I should just suck it up and let my boys grow 😭 IDK honestly, what do y’all think?

#tmnt #cousins au #hamato family #ASK #and I shall try to answer #i’m rambling #BUT it’s been bugging me a little actually #don’t take this au too seriously pls 😭

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moonlit-imagines · 6 months

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“What the hell did you call me in for? I told you I don’t wanna be apart of this and I’m sick of hiding it from Ma.” You grumbled as you walked into your Uncle Aaron’s apartment, lit only by the night sky and street lights outside the window. “You guys remember when I said ‘the less I know, the better’? Yeah, I meant that.” You continued your complaining.

“Yeah, we know.” Aaron assured you softly, just like he did to your mother. “But we thought you might want to check this out.”

“You’re being all ominous just to make me listen to some of your music?” You looked completely exhausted by the both of them, which you were. Ever since your dad died, you’ve been extra careful and you were very distraught that your brother wouldn’t do the same for Mama.

“Check this out.” Miles stood beside the punching bag in Aaron’s place. You noticed chains around the red leather and feet slightly dangling underneath. You quickly tried to take some steps away, but Uncle Aaron’s hand caught your back and you watched in horror as the bag spun around, revealing a boy about Miles’ age. “Look a little closer.” That was Miles.

“Are—Is that? Is that you, Miles?” You asked and each replied with a “yes.” You shook your head and walked closer, trying to disprove something that was just impossible to you. “You shouldn’t have called me. I told you this Prowler stuff you do…I don’t need to know all this. It’s better for me if I don’t.” You started to scold your brother—the one you actually knew—and looked at his doppelgänger. Sighing, you asked, “Can you just tell me what I’m looking at?”

“I’m from another dimension if it helps. I don’t know why, really. I mean—I kinda do, but I really thought I’d be somewhere else. My dimension.” Other Miles began to explain and you peered at your brother. “Hey, I have an y/n, too. They’re pretty cool and all. Really reasonable.”

“I bet.” You replied. “Miles, Aaron…whatever you need from me here? I’m out. This is officially insane.”

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soapymansuds · 11 months

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Unrelated to my last post but hear me out

Reader who is mute and uses their guitar to communicate, think “Yankee Rose” by David Lee Roth. If you haven’t heard that, listen to the intro then get back to me.

Anyway, so Reader and Pav are spider buddies and after a mission gone slightly awry, their guitar ends up broken and they have no form of communication. Pav, bless him, doesn’t entirely know what to do, BUT he does know another spider which a guitar, and that feels like a good place to start, right?

So one dimension hop later, they find themselves at the door of an apartment and Pav is just giddy. Knowing he wouldn’t understand them if they tried asking in Sign, they start waving vaguely around in attempt at “Bro, what’s going on? What is this place.” Pav, however, doesn’t get a chance to explain before the door is opened and on the other side stands the unit of a man that is Hobart Brown.

Pav explains the situation and asks if Reader can borrow his guitar long enough to help them get a new one.

Reader and Hobie just stare at each other and then at Pav, shaking their heads. Guitars are children. It will take a while for reader to find a new one that feels right and no sane guitarist would just let his buddy’s buddy borrow his guitar without knowing them for at least four months.

That being said, Pav is insistent, practically begging Hobie to let them borrow it. He just can’t go back to the days of having zero fucking clue what reader was trying to say to him.

Reader shakes his head and motions towards Hobie in a vague “Can I see it for just a quick sec?”

Hobie considers for a moment before shrugging and waving the both of them inside and sitting them on his couch. He picks up his guitar from its stand and as he hands it to reader, he winces at their grip, half tempted to take it back.

Reader, once situated, starts playing cords and plucking strings in patterns and combinations that make Hobart shiver. He’d never heard anything like it. Well, he had, but last time, it had been a street fight between a drunk woman and a raccoon. He reaches for the guitar but Pav puts his hand out.

“Just listen! They’re not trying to play, they’re trying to speak.” Pav stares at reader and starts nodding and humming in understanding. But the both of them notice their host’s confusion so they attempt to fill him in.

“Look, it takes a second to get used too but once you do, it’s like a second language! Say something simple.”

And reader does.

The guitar twangs a few notes and Pav bust out laughing. The reader stares expectantly at Hobart, who looks no more sure of what was going on than he had when they got there. They nudge Pav, obviously asking him to translate, before playing the same thing they just played.

“They’re saying‘you’re pretty.’, can you hear it?”

Hobie seems to disregard the statement in his attempt at hearing his guitar “speak”. Reader plays again and the cogs visibly click into place behind his eyes.

“Oh… Oh! The tone! You’re just playing with the tone and it sounds like someone talking! A real David Lee Roth type, yea?”

The reader throws their head back, and the guitar sounds out the iconic “WaHaHaHa!!”

Thank you for listening to my TED Talk❤️

#hobie brown x reader #spiderpunk x reader #spider punk #hobie brown #into the spider verse #spiderverse pavitr #pavitr my beloved

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soft--dragon · 3 months

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Crashing For The Night

Whoop whoop first Spiderverse fic!! :D This is set in an alternate or future universe where all the spider people can freely jump dimensions to see people they know and everything is chill.

(The last spider-verse movie gave me the big sad and I'm hoping the third one gives us an ending where the spiders can see each other whenever they want)

ALL PLATONIC, PLEASE AND THANK YOU

Word Count: 2,225

Warnings: None

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

“Oi bruv, tip for being quiet? Stop tramping around like a cobbler up there, you’re gonna put scuff marks on me ceiling.”

Hobie turned his head fractionally to side-eye the roof of his London apartment, and as he expected, a familiar black and red spider suit rippled into sight. A loud sigh was released from the intruder.

“Thought I was getting better at this,” Miles muttered bitterly.

“Gotta be slicker than that to catch me off guard, mate,” Hobie smirked and turned to lean against his desk, waving a hand to the boy. “Now get off the bloody roof, would ya?”

Miles sighed again and let his feet detach from the wooden planks, leaving a hand to suspend him over the floor before dropping lightly onto the thick carpet. “Um… sorry for sneaking in.”

“Aye, I’m not miffed about it, Gwendy’s done it enough for me to be used to spiders creeping in at random times.”

Hobie hefted himself off of the desk and approached the smaller teen, taking stock of his heavy undereye bags and wilted posture. With a long eye roll, he slung a gangly arm around Miles’s shoulders and pressed him against his side, feeling the boy melt against him and drop most of his weight against the taller Spiderman.

Hobie frowned deeper in concern. “You alright, mate?” He asked, his thick, British accent softened for the kid he was embracing gently. It felt like one squeeze too hard would shatter the poor spiderling.

The muted traffic honking outside Hobie’s window filled the quiet his query left behind - Miles oddly silent in Hobie’s one-armed hug and head heavy on the taller teen’s shoulder. Hobie let the lack of reply hang for a moment before gently tugging Miles over to the blanket-laden couch. He flopped down, dragging Miles onto the cushions with him, and propped his boot up onto the coffee table.

“C’mon mate, you look utterly zonked. What happened?”

Miles huffed softly, his lips twitching at Hobie’s odd slang. However, his brief glint of amusement died as quickly as it had arrived. He messed with his fingernails, trying to focus on something else besides the tight ball of anxiety that had been rolling in his gut for the better part of the last hour.

“Just…, my parents again.” His voice lacked its usual spark, something Hobie caught onto immediately and hummed.

“ ‘Nother spat, huh?”

Miles groaned and dragged his hands over his face, staring at the wood ceiling and noticing a slight scuff mark his Jordans undoubtedly made. He hoped Hobie didn’t see them too. “They’re being a bit too much lately- and I know they’re just looking out for me, I know that, but they’re always- they just- ughh.”

Miles pulled away from the taller boy to lean his elbows on his knees and bury his eyes into his palms, exhaling heavily. Hobie just rubbed his back and waited patiently. He’d been faced with this kind of behavior before - after all, you didn’t make friends with Gwen Stacey and not have a fair share of emotionally overwhelmed moments. A moment or two passed, and then Miles lifted his face from his hands to interlock his fingers in front of his chin, using his thumbs to balance his jaw.

“...They’re always trying to control my life in some way or another. I feel… I don’t know, suffocated? I- ugh, god, that sounds harsh- I’m happy they’re there, obviously. I just can’t handle it twenty-four-seven. You know?”

Hobie nodded at the end of Miles's speedy rambles, patting his back gently. "Hover parenting, huh? Sounds like a damn nightmare."

Miles grumbled and flopped back onto the couch, crossing his arms tightly. "Yeah… I’m just worried that if I tell them to back off they'll be offended and ground me."

"Just like the government," Hobie clicked his tongue, "always trying to make the people do what they want and punishing the lot of them when they rebel"

Miles huffed a small laugh and turned his head to look up at Hobie in fond amusement. "You're genuinely comparing my parents' helicopter parenting to government control?"

Hobie shrugged. "My brand, innit? I see an opportunity, I'll take it."

"Jeez man," Miles chuckled, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose and shaking his head.

"Oi, don't diss my mannerisms mate, besides, it made you laugh didn't it?"

Miles rolled his eyes and balanced his cheek on his fist, smirking up at the taller boy under a dry, half-lidded stare. "Sure."

The punk-coded Spiderman frowned, leaning forward into the younger boy's space. "You being sarcastic with me?"

"Wha- me? Me? No, I would never." Hobie was elated to see Miles grinning as he spoke, holding his hands up in surrender.

As Hobie glared playfully at him, he saw past Miles's undereye bags and exhausted frame - noticing the spark in his eyes was starting to return. Hmm, good. It was time to make it come back entirely. Hobie didn’t like seeing his little brother so low. ‘Annoying, yet well-meaning Big Brother’ was gonna have to come out and play now.

Never none to delay an opportunity to make Miles's mood improve, Hobie straightened his posture to prepare for his future scheme. “I don’t like liars, Morales,” he said, snatching the boy into his arms in a quick movement, one arm wrapped around Miles’ torso while the free hand scrubbed ruthlessly over his mop of thick curls. “And my spider senses tell me ya fibbin’.”

“Ack- Hobie!” Miles's choked outcry was quickly swallowed up by his peals of laughter, Hobie’s knuckles having jumped from his hair to dig into his ribcage. “Nohoho! Nohohot thahahat!”

The boy immediately tried to wrench himself away from the British Spiderman, his legs flying out and catching the coffee table, causing it to rattle loudly.

Hobie let out a bemused breath, flipping Miles onto his back and leering down at him with a playful glare. “Oh, so you first scuffed up my ceiling and now you’re damaging my furniture? That’s not on, little spiderling.”

Miles's shoulders bounced with his bright cackles, folding into himself as nimble fingers fluttered across his sides and abdomen quickly, light as air and shifting too fast for him to figure out a way to fight back.

Desperate to weasel himself out of the unexpected attack he gasped out, “I-ihihihi- I dihihidn’t schuhuhuff yohour ceilihihing!” It felt like a flimsy rebuttal even to him. Hobie clearly thought so too when he scoffed with an amused grin.

“I have eyes, you bellend, I can see the marks clear as day. And you know what you’ve just done? You lied again. Seriously, who taught you to be such a delinquent?”

Oh man, Miles was gonna regret answering that, but the opportunity was right there. Summoning the same courage he used when facing down Miguel, he shot back, “Yohou dihihid!”

Hobie paused in his mischievous actions, looking down at Miles who was doing his best to sink into the older boy’s legs and hopefully disappear from existence. He was watching closely as Hobie absorbed that answer, nervous giggles sputtering out of him the longer the silence dragged out - both from the anticipation and the aftermath of the sudden tickle attack. Then, finally, Hobie grinned, ominous yet proud at the same time.

“Damn right I did,” he said after a moment, then the other shoe dropped. “Now, I gotta show you what happens to delinquents who don’t know when to run when they’ve been given a chance to escape.”

The reply made Miles balk, a delayed folly of a getaway ruined when Hobie latched onto his upper rib cage and dug his thumbs into Miles’s armpits. The sound that was wrangled out of the boy was both comically loud and hilarious, a squeaky yelp chased by peals of wild laughter.

Miles curled into a ball, legs kicking out from where they were sprawled out across the couch cushions while his torso bent and squirmed from Hobie’s lap. His gasps of laughter were punctuated by voice cracks, the tail end of puberty still clinging to Miles though he tried to convince himself he’d finished with it.

Hobie’s sinister smirk melted into a warm grin, laughing a bit himself. “Are you trying to high beam your worst spot to the world with your suit, Miles? You’ve literally got red highlights as racing stripes under your armpits. You’re lucky a supervillain hasn’t caught onto the obvious clue yet, you’d be as good as done for.”

Miles grabbed at Hobie’s wrists, shaking his head from side to side to bear the rushing tingles twirling throughout his nervous system that made his spider-sense go skewed and essentially shut down - conflicted with the threat of a possible danger and Mile’s gleeful emotions from the light-hearted tousling.

“Ihihi alreheheady hahave a supervillahahain messing wihihiith me!”

“Yeah, and I’m the most merciful one you’ll ever get.”

Miles gave a particularly endearing squeal when Hobie’s fingers found that awful little spot just below his shoulder blades. “THIHIhihis ihihis mercehehehey?!” He gasped incredulously, wrenching away from Hobie on instinct and almost tumbling off the couch.

Hobie’s hands lunged out and scooped Miles back against his chest, releasing a quick, relieved breath for his spider sense. “Yeah,” Hobie snickered, “a real supervillain would’ve let you fall.”

Grateful for the break, Miles breathed in deeply, releasing it in a fast exhale as he leaned back heavily against Hobie. “Good,” he answered after a moment, “it would’ve got me an escape route so I could get you back.”

Hobie snickered, tipping his head to the side to catch Miles’s tired, half-lidded stare - noting the spark and warmth was back in those caramel brown eyes. “I don’t think you’re up for any revenge tonight, big man,” he grinned.

Miles would’ve flipped Hobie off, but damnit he was tired and he didn’t want to provoke another round of tickling. Hobie seemed to have caught on that Miles was fading a bit, and gently shifted the boy off his lap so he could lie down on the couch fully. Hobie dragged one of the many quilted blankets off of the couch and draped it over Miles, smirking when the younger Spiderman fisted the blanket and tugged it up to his chin.

“So, feeling better then?” Hobie asked, sitting on the coffee table as Miles got comfortable.

Miles paused in his movements to glare at him flatly. “After you bullied and tortured me for fifteen minutes?”

Hobie snickered. “It was barely ten, you diva,” he argued lightly.

Miles pouted slightly but nodded. “Yeah… yeah, I feel better. I know my parents are just looking out for me, I think I just need to ask them to be a little less.. Well..”

“Helicopter-ory about it?”

“That doesn’t sound like a word.”

“Okay, and what are you? The word police?”

Miles grinned into the quilt, amused to no end by how Hobie always seemed ready to jump on anything that sounded close to something he’d support or attack in the name of his brand. “If there was a word police, you would’ve broken it down by now.”

“Damn right, I would’ve.”

A hand planted itself in Miles’s hair, gently messing with the bouncy curls. “And hey, if that conversation doesn’t go over well, this dimension is always welcome to you. You’ve got the watch, pop in whenever you need an escape or just wanna see me.”

Miles covered his softened heart with a flat look. “So you can tickle me to oblivion again?”

“Only if you deserve it,” Hobie gave a wink and took his hand from Miles’s curls. “Besides, you seemed like you needed that laugh too.”

Miles’s mouth disappeared under the blanket as he grumbled to himself, muffling the denial undoubtedly rambling out. That was okay, Hobie knew he was right. He stood from the couch, stretching his arms high above his head to get the crick out of his back.

“Also, you can crash here for the night mate, you’re half asleep already.”

“No, ‘m not.”

“Sure, spiderling,” Hobie tweaked Miles’s toes in passing the couch, relishing in the high-pitched squeak and flinch he got. “I’m not gonna make you go home when you’re wiped out like this, Gwen has slept on that exact couch and said it’s comfy. Telling ya that cause you ain’t stealing my bed.”

He heard Miles hum drowsily as he turned off the mismatched lamps in his living room, bathing the space in a gentle glow of the city lights outside - cosy and unobtrusive. “I don’t think I could move if I want’d to.”

“Good, stay there and knock out.”

The soft chuckle he got made him smile. Hobie carefully stepped over the AMP cords strewn about the living space and headed for the closest door. “Goodnight, Miles,” he called softly.

“Mnrgh, g’night…”

Hobie went to leave and then paused. With a grin, he turned his head to say, “You’re helping me cook breakfast tomorrow by the way.”

Miles laughed again, sleepy and warm. “I know how to burn water and explode eggs.”

“Excellent, be unique, and destroy social constructs. Who says you gotta be normal when cooking eggs?”

Miles snorted. “Go to bed, Hobie.”

Hobie smiled and knocked twice on the doorframe. “Night little spiderling.” He said, stepping through to his room, leaving a content and peaceful Miles Morales to snooze on his couch.

#spiderverse tickles #spiderverse #lee!miles morales #ler!hobie brown #miles morales #hobie brown #my fanfic

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imagionationstation · 13 days

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so I would like more ideas on the whole “2012 Donnie ends up in prison dimension” au thing.

if you don’t have any it’s completely okay!

just maybe…how are the 2012 turtles (and Splinter) holding up? And how would the 2018 turtles react when 2012 Donnie has to go back home? Does he? Or does he stay? I think it’d be fun if their were two alt endings. One where 2012 Donnie stays in the rise universe and one where he doesn’t. Idk

Srry I’m yappin’ lol

Oh, don’t worry. I’ve been poking at this AU all day.

I have, like, five scenes overlapping each other. Because I’m normal.

*ahem*

“So what if instead of merely erasing him, she decided to put him somewhere that no one could ever reach him? A dimension from where things are known never to return? A place where April could never get him back without her assistance?”

Lil’ miss overpowered demon would have wanted April to know that she shipped Donnie off somewhere instead of outright murder. Then, she could hold it over her head you need me to get him back to prevent her from ever shattering the Crystal. But considering that’s blackmail and April knew that the longer that freak was in her brain, the more likely it was that she’d obliterate New York- well, she was determined to find Donnie back without her help.

And so April assures that brothers that he’s alive. And they immediately begin a search ✨

I’m sure that there would be a lot of tension, fear, and worry, but they KNOW he’s alive out there somewhere, (probably suffering if Za-Naron’s vague taunts were true), so they’re going to get him back, and the sooner the better. *Insert car chase music*

And the best part is that the 2012brothers have never actually been separated for more than a few hours. Like, in any episode.

Imagine days apart not knowing if Donnie is even alive.

At least they have each other. Donnie, on the other hand…

I think how the Risebrothers react to their arrival to bring Donnie home would depend highly on how long Donnie remains with them. However, it’s not through an “we adopted him” standpoint.

Remember, Leon and Donnie were stuck in a crippled dimension for weeks. They were barely surviving, avoiding Krang at every turn, convinced that they’d never see their families again. Leon would have told Donnie about the prison dimension’s purpose and how no one could ever risk coming. How his family had to see to it that no one ever came through for the sake of everyone in his dimension.

They had to live with that knowledge for a time period that probably felt like an eternity.

A seed of doubt was planted and they coped in different ways.

Donnie, keeping them both alive and his flickering hope burning through each passing moment, holds to the stubborn belief that if they wants to make it out, he only needs to, “Try harder.”

And Leon, willing to fight for Donnie but unwilling to surrender to the pipe dream of getting freed, assists the fight with a timid, but unbudging, “It’s not about me.”

Then, when they get out, their perspectives will be entirely different.

Leon will be home, but a part of him, the part that was counting down the minutes ‘till he dies, will still be in the prison dimension.

Donnie will be safe, but everything in him, every minuscule cell in his being that prayed for release, will be yearning for home.

So, we have two options. And no, I do not believe one of them involves him permanently living in the Rise verse. (Many apologies.)

Option one: Angst ending (They find him fast.)

Okay, so, if the 2012brothers were to arrive within days of Donnie getting free, I have no doubt that a desperate Donnie would go home without a second of hesitation and Leon would lose his anchor. He’d be stricken at the thought, aware of how much Donnie needs to leave, crippled under the looming weight of that sacrifice. He only suffered lived so Donnie wouldn’t be alone in that hellhole nightmare, and now Donnie is abandoning him leaving.

He’d be stiff, silent, barely managing a weak “okay” when Donnie shares the news. The conversation distracts anyone from really noticing his state of mind. It’s only once the 2012 gang leave the room that Raphael makes the mistake of touching his shoulder. After they barely calm a flash-back induced panic attack that leaves him wheezing and pale, crying and bleeding on the floor where he’d attempt to flee from them, the Risebrothers decide that they can’t let Donnie walk out. Raphael and Michael are torn, because Donnie needs the familiar sights of home as much as Leon needs Donnie, but Don has no such limitations. I almost want to say the same for Lou. He sacrificed the world for his kids. This is nothing.

As you can imagine, family fights for custody never go well.

Option two: Happy Ending (Finding him takes time)

If the brothers were to arrive several weeks/month or so into the future, long enough for Leon to readjust to society and no longer need Donnie as a reminder that he’s home and not completely delulu in the brain, it would go much smoother. Obviously, Donnie would be more desperate than ever to get home. The kind of desperate that leaves him broken in their arms when they finally appear, promising through sobs that he tried so hard to get back to them he did he swears he never stopped he tried-

And considering the Risebrothers don’t have a single cruel bone in their body, they wouldn’t hesitate to let him go home. He’s welcome any time, of course, and Leo makes him promise to find a way back during one, big goodbye squeeze, but they accept that right now, he needs to go. Donnie kept their brother alive and helped truly bring his scattered brain home. Why shouldn’t they return the favor?

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My take on the RWBY/40K idea. It’s not a ‘Jaune is a Lost Primarch’ that @guardsman-of-remnant or @the-wayward-arc have, or as thought out as @weatherman667 Astartes Chapters.

Juane was a normal guy who’s planet was destroyed. Then he decides to do something about it and potentially changes the course of the galaxy.

Jaune’s early life and world was dealt a bad hand. On a planet considered backwater, ruled over by incompetent lords, an over paranoid and self-righteous Inquisitor, continually and unrightfully drained of resources, repeatedly denied aid and due process, castigated for things beyond their control, and so on. Punished for ‘refusing to pay their tithe’ despite the fact they did pay the tithe but it was attacked by pirates. There was even a time when an enterprising farmer designed a better water pump, really all he did was find an older and better model and made more. Yet somehow the Mechanichum got wind of it and declared it Technoheresy. They destroyed every model and glassed a good swathe of the planet. Those are just a couple of many examples that Jaune was alive to experience. When everyday looks like hell, the Warp starts looking pretty good. Well between a Chaos uprising and a surprise Ork Waaah, alongside the possible threat of a Tyrranid fleet, the planet was declared hopeless and Exterminatus was ordered.

However instead of dying with the rest of the system’s population, Jaune was whisked away to another dimension. A pocket realm in-between the Materium and Immaterium. This realm was reined by a goddess yet not a goddess, who also sits in a weird in between with the materium and immaterium. Said goddess was an entity from another galaxy before the War in Heaven. She started off as just another galaxy conquering dragon, but after a few zillion years that got boring. Seeing the Old Ones and their creations she decided to observe. She’s got nothing but time, so why not? Over time she became loving, a gardener, a collector, a teacher. She doesn’t interfere with the Materium much because of her overwhelming power, and her control over the Immaterium is mostly spent keeping her corner of the galaxy protected from everything else. She’s pretty hands off and lets everyone else do their own thing, hence she didn’t take part in the War in Heaven. Or much else for that matter. She likes to watch the galaxy spin and all its different paths.

In her Library Jaune finds out the truth of the Horus Heresy, along with many other Heresies and major calamaties from alternate timelines that brought the Imperium to its knees and eventual demise. Horus Heresy, Robutian, Dornian, Lion, Erebrun, each and every Heresy and their potential variations. In a desperate bid to prevent these calamities, Jaune convinces his goddess to send himself and a motley collection of volunteers back in time to just before the Great Crusade. A Suicide Squad consisting of those that the Imperium would execute on the spot: Mutants, Abhumans, Heretics, Traitors, Xenos, Abominable Intelligence, and more. I’m sure Big E would get a laugh out of the irony.

Jaune knows that he can’t do half of what he wants to do. They can’t deal with anything big, like E’s journey into the Warp, the creation of the Primarchs and Astartes, the scattering of the Primarchs, the Great Crusade, etc. He can’t just go and tell the Emperor or Malcador about this. They won’t listen first off, and then they’ll just kill him for knowing too much, trying to play with things he has no business in, or just because Jaune refuses to kiss their asses.

He can’t just go out and pick up all the Primarchs and raise them like his own sons post-scattering. They’re scattered too far apart, their homeworlds need them in some fashion, the worlds are too big and dangerous to be looking for them, the Crew is always on the move which would be bad for their personal growth, each of them are too intelligent to not notice something’s different, they grow too fast for their limited resources, and more. Not to mention the unwanted attention they’d bring themselves from Chaos and Big E. That would spell doom in no time.

What they can do is use their knowledge of what happened and what could be to alter small yet key moments. A quick bombing run to eliminate the Butcher’s Nails factories, ensuring Corvus makes it to the surface, eliminating Kor Pheron, erasing Erebrus from the equation, keeping RG’s family alive from the deamon(Robutian Heresy story), warn and prepare several civilizations of what’s coming, plant a few bugs into each of the Primarchs’ flagships regarding certain orders, and more. These guys do not get a day off. They have to move in relative secrecy because who’s going to believe them? And those who may will likely have him killed for ‘interfering with the Emperor’s will’.

He’s met with relative success in his endeavors. Angron wasn’t implanted with the Butcher’s Nails, but with a different kind of device of similar purpose. This new set wouldn’t turn Angron’s brain to soup like the Butcher’s Nails did, this set gave him a form of split personality in the same way that Bruce Banner has with the Hulk. So Angron can be either the Stalwart Paladin type he was meant to be, or the Raging Barbarian type from canon. It’s a flip of the coin with him. Give the guy some more complexity than just rage rage rage.

It eventually comes to a point where he’s too far into the game to know what to do next. He’s changed too much to know the right call. The Primarchs are all gathered and conquering systems, so trying to do anything to them is out. Chaos has to know about his meddling by now, probably the Emperor as well. Despite the anti-aging tech, he's getting too old. His entire crew has fallen one by one. He’s the last man standing in this crusade.

Out of resources, options, ideas, allies, full of desperation, Jaune decides to throw one last Hail Mary. He calls in a favor from his Goddess, and through means that I haven’t decided on, gathers all the Primarchs in one room, locks the door, glues them to their seats, and lays it all out on them.*

He explains who he is, what his mission is, the nature and rise of Chaos, large parts of the Emperor’s plan, and all that. He tells them of all the potential futures, all the Heresies, the one where E decides to make Eye of Terror 2.0, one where all the Primarchs go balls to the wall mosh pit civil war, how each of them could/did fall, the War of Heaven, the Tyrranids, Necrons, Tau, many other subfactions, potential allies, those that would’ve been very helpful but were butchered, allies in one but not another, what E has done and his potential plans, their own half Warp entity souls, lots of history, lots of secrets exposed, what Jaune and crew have done, and so on.

He doesn’t hold anything back either. He rants on about how badly humanity has fallen, how logic and reason are replaced with fanaticism, progress with stagnation, the hypocrisy, the injustice, the stagnation and corruption of the Imperium, the bloated and rotting corpse of a once great civilization, the works. He even has a nice little partial Abominable Intelligence helping him out. It puts up all sorts of data, photos, videos, recordings, etc. to supplement Jaune’s rants. Just a little guy that gives intel like how Astartesanonymous, Majorkill, Isyanderandkoda, Livefromtheblacklibrary, Wes, and them give lore explanations.

“But it’s only one guy who did a cute trick of keeping us in our seats and talks a lot, why should we believe him?” Sorry to do this to you Sanguinius, but he just casually drops the fact that your legion suffers from the Blood Thirst in front of everyone. The thing that you fought so hard to keep quiet from everyone and only a few even within your Legion knew about? Yeah that’ll get your attention, along with everyone else’s given how badly you react. Dropping a couple less dangerous secrets from the Lion’s assortment of secrets is also on the table. Pretty sure Alpharius wouldn’t mind getting pointed out as the actual first Primarch recovered, #sarcasm. He drops a little skeleton from each of their closets in front of everyone.

Suffice to say he isn’t going to be invited to any family cookouts after this.

He calls out each of them on their critical failures, dangerous shortcomings, hypocritical mindests, how easily they fell to Chaos, all the ways Papa E screwed up and is still screwing up, and more. All while calling them the stupid nicknames the Crew used. Mufasa, Simba, Long Johnson, for the Lion. Rowboat Girlyman, Bobby G, Robot Gorrillaman, for Robute. Fido, Balto, Scruffy, for Leman. And so on. He only calls them by their proper names once, at the very beginning when he was introducing himself and being respectful.

Is it smart to insult a room of the most powerful people in the galaxy and their daddy? Or talk down to them like the emotionally immature people they are? No. If it weren’t for the Goddess favor pinning them to their seats and disabling their gear and abilities he’d be dead and he knows that. They try to use their Primarch Aura on him, but after however long serving his Goddess he’s relatively immune to it. And he’s in such a IDGAF mindset that the most they get out of him is a raised eyebrow. It’d take one of the Chaos Gods’ or the Big E’s aura to really make him shake.

However pointing out flaws without a solution is just bitching. He gives credit where credit is due. He offers help and suggestions to a lot of their problems. He asks everyone to start appreciating Perty a little more, tells the Prophecy duo to get together and speak with some Farseers about their visions, commends the achievements of the Builder Brothers and ways to make their stuff even better, etc. He gives them self-help books, some psychiatric care books, and some insights from various sources to help out with some of their more human problems. God knows E isn’t helping them out with any of this.

Jaune had the foresight to make volumes of his findings. He drops many encyclopedias worth of books in front of them, all scaled up in size for their convenience. They hold everything. Names, dates, quotes, specifications, supply lines, blueprints, maps, numbers, persons of interest, items of interest, planets of interest, deamons of interest, xenos of interest, xenos that are beneficial to the galaxy and the Imperium, xenos that Leman can have fun exterminating, xenos that must be protected, xenos that can be uplifted, xenos that are up in the air, events that could happen, things that Jaune prevented from happening, nothing was left out. Not just books pertaining to the Primarchs and their dealing with Chaos, as both opponents and slaves to it, either. He also dumped books detailing events from the various futures for the next 10 millennia. Greatest victories, worst defeats, the breaking of the Legions, Successor Chapters, betrayals, redemptions, plots, plots within plots, the power of Faith, the detriments and benefits of groups like the Inquisition and Ecclesiarchy, the strength of character in Xenos races, and on and on and on. The Primarchs have quite a bit of reading to do.

Don’t worry Lemon Rush, you can still have your fun hunting down Xenos. Here’s a stack of books detailing all those filthy Xenos that are detrimental to the Imperium and galaxy at large! This lists where they are, what danger they pose, what their biology is, how best to kill them, and so on. Have fun!

Guilliman, here’s a stack for you regarding Xenos that are good guys that could use a hand. Vulcan, here’s a buncha worlds that could really use your more human touch. Horus, these worlds are major players so will be better won with your diplomacy. And so on.

So what is the Primarchs reaction? Do they accept the things he’s said? Do they bring this intelligence to the Emperor and Malcador? Do they take a hard look at themselves and decide to do better? Do they throw themselves at the feet of Chaos? Do they slow down the Crusade to better reinforce the reclaimed worlds? Do they help each other overcome their weaknesses and petty grievances so Chaos has less of a foothold on their souls? Do they exacerbate their flaws? Do they watch each other’s backs for Chaotic influence? Do they start training their Sons in Astartes vs Astartes combat? Astartes vs Chaos combat? Do they purge the corrupt members of their legions? Do they decide to eradicate the dangerous Xenos while uplifting the benevolent ones? Do they go hard in ways to better the Imperium? Do they become the mindless tools that E wanted them to be? Do they start to stand up to the Emperor and call him out on his shit when he needs it?

Jaune has no idea what they decided, or what any of their thoughts were. After he drops everything on them, gives them the books and AI, he walks out the door. His only thoughts were getting blackout drunk and working on the next step after the hangover. That particular conversation never left that room as far as he’s concerned or aware. He’s fully expecting any one of them to turn him into a red mist for his attitude, or a visit from the Banana Squad for a ‘chat’. He doesn’t even care what happens to him now.

He doesn’t even manage to find a bottle before he’s in trouble. He’s hit from the side, a mortal wound that kills slowly and painfully. However his attacker isn’t anyone from any branch of the Imperium. A deamon has been hunting him and his crew ever since he came back to the past. This is the thing that’s been orchestrating the deaths of his friends one by one. It’s very proud of its work and monologues like a cartoon villain. He just saved Jaune for last since he’s the leader. Something about helplessly watching as your friends are picked off as you can do nothing.

Taking this as confirmation that Jaune was doing the right thing he gets up for one last go. As noble as he is he can be a spiteful little shit, so he’s not going down without a fight. Jaune uses a single word of Enuncia to banish the demon, however his previous injuries and the power of the word kills him at the same time.

This is a good ending right? Did everything he could, gave those who hold the galaxy in their hands everything they need to keep things going right, gave a big middle finger to Chaos, the Emperor, and the demon, and died an unsung hero. Good place for retirement right?

However Jaune’s not done! The word quit doesn’t exist in his dictionary, especially when he knows that he was making a difference. Or was at least enough of a thorn in Chaos’ side to warrant a personal Demon after him. He reject’s his Goddess’ offer of a peaceful afterlife to go back for more. He’s a sucker for suffering sometimes. He crawls his way through the warp to be reborn in an Avatar type way. His DNA is identical, he holds the same kind soul and indomitable spirit, but he’s a fresh slate in everything else. The ‘current Jaune’ doesn’t know anything about the potential futures, his past lives, or any of that. The most that his original past self, the ‘original Jaune’, can do is subconsciously nudge him in what should be the right direction. Eventually the Demon, which I dub Little Timmy, comes back from the Warp to kill him again. To which Jaune’s original soul takes over in a sense, like how Ozma fights alongside his current host and body, and the two die in a draw yet again. Then he crawls back through the Warp to be reborn yet again, and so the cycle repeats.

Jaune does most everything during this series of cycles. Was an Astartes for each of the legions at least once even the Lost 2, guardsman, Commisar, Rouge trader, mechanicum, planetary lord, bounty hunter, Psyker, Blank, anything and everything as long as it wasn’t under E’s direct oversight like the Inquisition, Assassinorum, Custodes, and the like. Not to say he hasn’t tangoed with and against such organizations over the cycles.

Despite having the same face and dna, he’s missed completely by those in the know. Besides the fact his Goddess is blocking certain figures’ sight from recognizing him properly, think how just a piece of fabric over the eyes works for most heroes identities, he’s just one guy in trillions of trillions in that particular sector. They might have an idea of ‘that guy seems familiar’ in a déjà vu kind of way, but easily dismiss it. How common are blue eyed blonde dudes? The only confirmation that the Primarchs get that Jaune has been reborn again is during or after his fight with Little Timmy. Jaune leaves a message or calls them or whatever, and the original soul makes sure he calls them by one of the stupid nicknames from the chew out session. Who else would have the balls to call Ferrus Manus Tin Can Sam, or can tell the difference to know which TweedleTwin he’s talking to? Not like they can do much by the time/if they get the message, he died in the duel again. They’re lucky to find parts of his body from the fight. Little Timmy tends to desire a lot of collateral whenever possible, and Jaune isn’t always the roided up transhuman super soldier to trade blows so he has to get creative when he fights.

*As everyone else is stuck to their chairs, Jaune is standing on the table to look them in the eyes and move around easier. Also allows him to move close enough to the Primarchs to drop the reading material in front of them, but not close enough to be grabbed. It’s a funny image, but couldn’t find a spot where it would fit so here it is.

I have no idea where some of this should go, but I know that it should be a mess of things anyway because it’s 40K. As much as I don’t want any of the Primarchs taken by Chaos now that they have guidebooks on what to look out for and just how fucked that would be if they do, I can see a few of them falling anyway. Fulgrim for instance. I can see him taking the Laer Blade just to try and show Jaune that ‘Oh look, I guess you were wrong and I am strong enough to carry a demonic blade and not get corrupted!’ That’s the reason he talked down to you like a child, ya Purple Nurple! I love the idea of Snakegrim and Clonegrim duking it out, a duel of both loyalties and ideals. Although from what I hear from the various fangroups I’m in we probably won’t see that. Dangit GW. You’re missing a trunkful of easy money.

I’m not sure how the other Primarchs should be affected by Jaune’s meddling either. Angron was just an easy picking on how to change things up.

#crossover #au #rwby #jaune arc #writing #warhammer 40k #primarch #story ideas #mostly a shitpost

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sanctum-of-ramshackle · 2 years

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SCP-TWST-2020

[TWST AU]: An MC/Yuu from the SCP universe

[Synopsis]: In this timeline, a scientist named MC/Yuu who works for the SCP Foundation was looking into a case where people claimed they found “Wonderland.”

Gender Neutral MC/Yuu

[(A/N)]: Surprise! This is the unknown MC/Yuu mentioned from the 100 Followers Celebration. I have been watching multiple of SCP videos lately. Thought it would be fun if the TWST world was treated like an anomaly.

On their usual shift at the SCP Foundation, MC/Yuu was writing down a report about their previous case they handled. The SCP-3640 a.k.a. Escape from the House of Mouse.

Then one of their colleagues came by and told them there were reports of people who claimed they all found a portal to another world.

This got MC/Yuu hooked on since they never worked on this kind of case before. So they decided to take this opportunity to learn more about it.

MC/Yuu and some agents arrived at an abandoned funeral home where people who explored in rundown buildings had reported they saw one specific coffin that lights up with colorful blinding sparks.

SCP!MC/Yuu: *Pulls out their gun* I’m ready. Everyone, scout out. If you see something odd, call me over.

SCP Agent 1: Roger that.

Everyone split up with a partner and starts searching for any anomalies, with caution.

An hour passed by, they radioed MC/Yuu.

SCP Agent 1: *BZZT!* Dr. MC/Yuu, we found something. We need you over. *BZZT!*

SCP!MC/Yuu: *Calls back* I’m on my way. Don’t touch anything and stay five feet apart of the anomaly.

The next minute, MC/Yuu arrived to the other agents who found a coffin which started lighting up through the cracks not long ago.

MC/Yuu volunteered to observe the object before bringing it back to the foundation so D-Class subjects could test the object. The agents were concerned at first, but they decided to trust them.

As they opened the cover, blinding lights emerged out, causing MC/Yuu to loose focus and fall into the portal.

Then they arrived to Twisted Wonderland and flew out of the portal onto Crowley, who was checking in.

They freaked out and points their gun at Crowley.

Crowley: What are you doing?!

SCP!MC/Yuu: Stay away from me! I have a fucking gun in my hands and won’t hesitate to shoot your head off, anomaly!

Oh, one more thing: They can act so unhinged after working with such dangerous anomalies.

As it seems they’re stuck until the portal opens again, they’ll just collect information about the place called Twisted Wonderland.

SCP!MC/Yuu: *Starts recording the interview with their recorder* Alright, let’s get started. Could you state who you are and what do you do?

Riddle: Of course. I’m Riddle Rosehearts, the Dorm Leader of Heartslabyul Dormitory and an honorary student of Night Raven College.

SCP!MC/Yuu: I see. So, what classes Night Raven College provides compare to what doesn’t exist in my home world?

Ace: There’s Alchemy, P.E. with flying broomsticks, and what not. I bet historical events from here aren’t accurate to your world’s history moments.

SCP!MC/Yuu: Does Night Raven College function like any other universities such as admissions and career consulting?

Deuce: Wait. Your universities work like that? We have magical assortments to help us with our years.

SCP!MC/Yuu: Hmm. Do you realize many people accidentally found your world through a coffin? Like a pocket dimension.

Trey: Really? Well that explains why there are many unfamiliar faces back in my family’s bakery. They even looked more surprised after witnessing magic like it’s their first time.

SCP!MC/Yuu: Uh huh. I see your world’s technology looks advanced as the ones back home. The smartphones and tablets.

Cater: Really?! Does your world have something similar to MagiCam?

SCP!MC/Yuu: Similarly, yes. Minus the magic properties. In Twisted Wonderland, could you name and describe each countries?

Leona: I think you got the wrong one to ask an annoying question.

SCP!MC/Yuu: Okay, never mind. Could you tell about how you grew up before attending NRC?

Ruggie: All I can say is a rough neighborhood, a not-so-easy childhood and working many jobs to support myself and for others. Oh, doughnuts. Can I takes these with me after the interview?

SCP!MC/Yuu: Oh, sure. I brought them in if you were hungry. What other animalistic features beast-people were born with? If the question is uncomfortable to answer, you don’t have to say anything.

Jack: No, I’ll answer for you. There are many with great strengths and abilities you would know. If you want to learn more, the Savanaclaw Dorm has many beastmen you can interview, if they cooperate.

SCP!MC/Yuu: Sounds like a field day, but next question. What is the currency used in Twisted Wonderland?

Azul: The currency used in our world is Madol, Dr. MC/Yuu.

SCP!MC/Yuu: That’s interesting. Could you explain to me how the environment works in this world?

Jade: Oya? I’m glad you asked. In fact, I can use my terrariums for demonstrations.

[An hour later]

SCP!MC/Yuu: That took quite a while. So what is your strength level scaling from 1 to 10?

Floyd: An 11 if I squeeze hard enough. Do you want one~?

SCP!MC/Yuu: Impressive, yet terrifying. So how many siblings do you have?

Kalim: Around 30 siblings!

SCP!MC/Yuu: That’s a lot of names to remember. How are you associated with a snake?

Jamil: *Cringes while covering half of his face* It’s a long story. In short, my Unique Magic is able to hypnotize anyone with direct eye contact.

SCP!MC/Yuu: *Writing down on their notebook* Hypnosis and “Unique Magic”. How are you able to balance school with outstanding careers?

Vil: Well, it was all hard efforts and not missing great details to enhance my skills as an actor, an influencer, and being a Dorm Leader of Pomefiore.

SCP!MC/Yuu: Wow. That’s quite a lot and working at the foundation seems easier now. Is “observing” students of Night Raven College the only thing you do for free time?

Rook: Oui! I also do photography.

SCP!MC/Yuu: Uh huh. How are you able to handle situations when others mistaken you of the other gender?

Epel: I yell anyone accusing me as a girl and sometimes beat ‘em up.

SCP!MC/Yuu: Looks are deceiving…Hey, why is your brother not here? I told him I need to interview everyone in this school.

Ortho: Sorry, Dr. MC/Yuu! Nii-San can’t come because he’s anxious of leaving his room. He usually talks through his tablet.

SCP!MC/Yuu: Then I can’t proceed if he is not physically present for the interview.

Ortho: *Sighs* He will not like this.

[Half hour later]

Idia: *Scared shitless*

SCP!MC/Yuu: *Stares blankly at him* So, Idia Shroud, what family curse people rumored about? I’m not judging you based on groundless words. I only need answers. That’s it.

Idia: *Practically shaking* W-W-Well…You see…

[2 hours later]

SCP!MC/Yuu: That’s…quite a lot to take in…Again? I can’t proceed if he isn’t present.

Lilia: Oh my! My apologies on behalf of Malleus, doctor. I’ll be the one to answer his questions since I raised him. Of course, I’ll answer my questions as well.

SCP!MC/Yuu: *Suspicious* Very well. You may answer.

Silver: *Fell asleep during his interview*

SCP!MC/Yuu: （−＿− ) …

Lilia: I’ll answer his questions too.

SCP!MC/Yuu: …Right. Could you try speaking in a calmer tone?

Sebek: WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! MY VOICE IS CALM, PUNY NINGEN-

SCP!MC/Yuu: *Points their gun at Sebek’s forehead* I have a gun in my hand and I’ll pull the trigger if you talked this fucking loud again. Got it?

Sebek: *Closes his mouth and shrinks down* Understand…

[The next hour]

SCP!MC/Yuu: Could you tell me more about yourself?

Grim: Would I? I, The Great Grim, have always been trying to enter to Night Raven College…

SCP!MC/Yuu: *Writing down their interview log*

[Hours later]

SCP!MC/Yuu: Holy shit. I can barely think of other names for these anomalies. Maybe I should just call this world SCP-TWST-2020, and use their actual names.

Crewel: Pup, why do you work for such a dangerous job?

SCP!MC/Yuu: Funny story. I was actually taken in by the SCP Foundation and they thought I was one of the many anomalies since I was still in my elementary years and pretty intelligent. In reality, I’m just knowledgeable in many fields from reading in too much (And was tutored by Miss. J). They offered me a job and education since they thought I would be a great asset after things cleared up. It was a surprisingly rare opportunity, from other co-workers’ words.

Crewel: Then are you not scarred for encountering such vile creatures?

SCP!MC/Yuu: Only the first few times, and my job has benefits like psychiatric check-ups or using amnestics. Do you have guys have therapy in this school, or world?

Crewel: *Side glares at Crowley*

Crowley: *Clears his throat* We are working on that…

[Visiting the SCP Foundation]

SCP!MC/Yuu: Okay guys. I relocated the coffin in a safe chamber room since we can’t risk any lives trapping themselves. Who knows what troubles could cause.

Deuce: Ah, understand. You’re pretty diligent of everything.

SCP!MC/Yuu: Oh it’s nothing. Everyone here just wants to keep the world safe from any anomalous objects and maintaining the world from insanity. Also I got special permission from the higher-ups after collecting data. You present harmless natures, but with some mischief and childhood trauma that you’re allowed to interact with others within the foundation which is why you’re all classified as Safe, for now.

Riddle: What do you mean by “for now”?

SCP!MC/Yuu: Remember the times you and the others overblotted during my stay?

Riddle: *Nervous* Yes.

SCP!MC/Yuu: I even showed the higher-ups about the phenomenon and convinced them to let me handle these occurrences. I’m not afraid to use extreme measures to secure, contain, and protect.

SCP!MC/Yuu: Wait, stop! Do not touch the duck.

Ace: *Yanks his hands away from a purple rubber duck* What?

SCP!MC/Yuu: Oh thank god. You almost killed yourself.

Ace: Why would I be killed by some bath toy?

SCP!MC/Yuu: That’s SCP-6868, Bubbly Bobby the Rubber Ducky. The risk class is DANGER.

Ace: A toy duck? Dangerous?

SCP!MC/Yuu: Just read the reports about this anomaly. *Passes the file to Ace*

[Minutes later]

Ace: *Hides behind SCP!MC/Yuu as they’re holding the duck with gloves on* Why does your world have to be fucked up?

SCP!MC/Yuu: *Squeals of happiness* My baby!

Grim: Wait! I’m not a baby!

SCP!MC/Yuu: *Rushes over* Move, Grim! *Pushes Grim aside and hugs SCP-999 a.k.a. The Tickle Monster* I missed you, buddy! Work was hectic! Are you and Kairos doing okay?

SCP-999: *Happy noises*

Grim: *Jealous* Hmph!

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found-family-tournament · 8 months

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Found Family Tournament Round 2 Part 6 Group 28

Propaganda and further images under the cut

(Mod Note: For increased clarity, Ghost House’s name and photo have been altered)

Chimeron: Evan Kelmp, Karen Kieko Tanaka, Whitney Jammer, Sam Black

Bad Kids: Riz "The Ball" Gukgak, Adaine Abernant, Fabian Aramaris Seacaster, Gorgug Thistlespring, Figueroth "Fig" Faeth, Kristen Applebees (& Ragh Barkrock)

Chimeron:

They’re just my little guys I love them so so much :((( sweetest guys ever

Bad Kids:

before i start the pictures below are by isawiitch (https://www.tumblr.com/isawiitch), victor rosas (https://twitter.com/SirVictorThe2nd), and m0nomercy (https://www.tumblr.com/m0nomercy) respectively check them out they're very cool and also that middle guy did the official art for fantasy high its very cool

anyways

all of these dumb teens are just god they complete each other they're the most important people in the world to each other like fabian and gorgug meeting with a punch to the stomach and going on to share a hug in an evil forest and "DO YOU WANT ME TO BITE IT OUT FOR YOU" "the ball, wait" -riz and fabian and kristen's really bad inspiring speech (they're gonna get inspiring real soon) but they are inspiring because they're from the best and sweetest friend in the whole world and gorgug getting razzed a little for thinking random people are his dad and the sheer joy everyone felt for him when he met his real parents and RIZ THE BALL GUKGAK AND FABIAN SEACASTER THE DUO OF ALL TIME and adaine learning to be a normal teen and fig swearing she's not an open person when she pours her heart out to her friends every chance she gets and riz and adaine being the only two non-horny members of the team and bonding over that and being smart but terrible in social interactions together and "its called being gay, when you're here you're family" -kristen applebees, 2019 and fig starting a band with gorgug, one of the more socially awkward members of the party and "what would riz do" "you bite down hard on a piece of glass" and adaine's actual worst fear being what she would become after her friends passed and the KILL YOUR DAD chant and its gorgug keep going and all of them feeling each others' overcoming of fear in the forest of the nightmare king no matter how far apart they are and riz shooting off an incel's fingers for being weird about adaine (there was other stuff going on but you can't convince me that it wasn't at least partially because of that) and the gang not really letting gorgug and kristen forget that one time they died (they got better and were psychologically okay with it after a bit so this was lighthearted jabs and not straight-up reminding them of a big traumatic moment) and "my friends were warmer to me on the first day that we met than you were to me in my whole life" -adaine abernant, 2020

AND that doesn't even include all the crazy stuff with bad kids-adjacent found family members like gilear faeth getting his life back together thanks to these teens and jawbone o'shaughnessy being the dad of all time to the point where he actually adopts adaine at the end of sophomore year and aelwyn abernant holy shit (she's harder to justify here because her main important interactions are with her sister, unlike gilear who is technically fig's stepdad but is a core part of the found family in all directions) aelwyn abernant is trying so desperately hard to be better and ayda aguefort and adaine swapping homemade spells named after each other (adaine kills her dad with hers its a good time) and ragh barkrock getting over his internalized homophobia

SO IN CONCLUSION these guys have changed each other so much and every single combination of them, be it a duo or a trio or whatever has a distinct dynamic thats so so important to me. they're all family to each other, some of them more than even their real families. they are the guys of all time and my blorbos even and are a wicked good found family

Sometimes a family is the kids who all got detention together on the first day of school at adventuring academy.

And sometimes that family is:

A Half-elf-Half-Pirate rich boy who killed toxic masculinity by learning how to dance, and mercy-killed his father by stabbing him with a sword.

"The Greatest Wizard of this Age" (actually a Barbarian who took a level in artificer to boost his cellphone-reception to call and apologize to his satyr girlfriend) Half-Orc drummer who was adopted by Gnomes;

A bisexual Punk-rocker Tiefling who thought she was a wood-elf until her horns came-in & caused her and her adoptive father to discover that her biological father is actually an Archdevil;

The Elven Oracle (later just "The Oracle"/"Everybody's Oracle") who was adopted by the school's Werewolf Guidance Councilor after her evil parents disowned her (she later punched her evil bio-dad to death in a single round of combat, despite being a magic caster);

An aro-ace (un)licensed Private Investigator Goblin who carries a briefcase and ate the face of the dragon that ate his father;

And a lesbian ex-fundie human who met the corn-god her family worships, found out he sucks & left the church and her family, CREATED HER OWN GOD (of Buzzfeed listical symbols, known first as "YES!" then later "YES?"), only to then abandon that god to become the Saint of the long forgotten Goddex/Goddess of Mystery, Night and Magic.

(Optionally, add in the Half-Orc repressed-gay bully they befriended and helped come out)

And sometimes, that found family becomes a literal family, because over the course of the series:

Fig's mom starts dating Adaine's adoptive dad,

Fig's adoptive dad gets engaged to Fabian's mom,

Fig's biological dad starts dating Riz's mom,

Kirsten starts dating the niece of Adaine's adoptive dad/Fig's mom' boyfriend.

(Gorgug is the only one who still isn't related to the others, but he did find his biological parents. And although he still lives with his adoptive parents, he is now in the famous band "Fig and the Cig Figs" along-side his bio-parents, Fig, and Fig's bio-dad)

Currently, Fig, Adaine, Kirsten, Fig's mom, Adaine's adopted dad, Kirsten's GF, Adaine's biological older sister, Adaine's sister's ghost fiancé, Ragh, Ragh's mom, and Fig's Half-Phoenix librarian/pirate GF all live in one giant haunted old Victorian-style Manor.

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GOING FERAL GOING STUPID WE CAN BE SPECIFIC LET'S GOOO

Okay could. I order a fic with The Spot who met the Reader via LITERALLY FALLING INTO THEIR HOUSE. Entered their universe and fell directly into the livingroom. Thing that sets this universe apart? It's a universe where people have wings! Reader is based on a cockatiel, grey wings with a white patch! Either first time meeting or maybe reader asks him to help preen their wings? Gender neutral!! Tysm I love being specific grgrgrgrrggr <333

the spot falls into winged readers home !

RAGAHAGSGAHAGGRRAGR GRGGRRAGAGRG i’m foaming at the mouth *leans on expensive car* heyyyy 🤭 I FUCKING LOVE WINGS GRGAGRGAHRA ok rq, im an artist and also just obsessed with wings and i curse god everyday that we didn’t evolve with them, i instil the fear of god into people when i explain accurate anatomy if people had wings and actually could fly cause there are characteristics you need like hollow bones and all the muscles that go into functioning arms- you’ve unleashed something powerful, okami

please . talk to me about this . if you would like to . *poses in front of expensive house*

warnings: none, i may rant throughout about wings im sorry

pairing: the spot x gn!reader

requests: refer to the masterlist

★⋆ ⋆☆⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆☆⋆⋆★✧

imagine ur surprise when a black hole suddenly opened up in your house and a guy fell through it ! how strange !

your wings fiercely tense up in an intimidating way while you watch the strange figure fumble to stand up, despite being on solid ground it looks like he has sea legs

“Oh- oh god, I am *so* sorry,” he’s baffled himself, as he puts it: “i’m still getting used to my holes”

aren’t we all 😪

it’s takes him a little while to notice all the subtle differences in your home to the typical house in his dimension; the way that doors are taller and there’s a lot more accommodation to winged individuals, which he then noticed you are

you see that weird hole in his face narrow as he studies you from a distance, like a true scientist

i think he’d be really interested in your wings at first, from a scientific view

asking you all sorts of questions while slowly backing out of the room “I like your wings, by the way! they’re very.. anatomically correct”

he’s clearly intrigued, but also trespassing and he truly didn’t mean to

depending on your own response depends on his urgency

“Wow! that’s great- is everyone here like that or is it some kind of mutation? It doesn’t matter, let me get out of your wings- hair!” the whole time he’s doing all of these wild gestures with his hands while his long ass legs carry him towards the exit, his joints stiff while he attempts to evade a confrontation

“They’re very beautiful,” is the last off handed thing he says before pulling your door open to leave your house

now, if society is accommodated to a civilisation of people with wings, there may very well be a very large drop from you home that most people can easily pass over with wings

but spot doesn’t have those

cue him almost plummeting to his death ? but a hole opens up and it open right back into your home, resulting in spot falling into your living space once again

“Oh, would you look at that! trespassing, again!” he curls in on himself in a very pathetic way before getting up again (ily spot)

you’ve just kinda tolerated his presence while all this goes down

but i don’t think you guys are new to the whole stranger danger thing, so you don’t befriend spot immediately

but imagine this becomes a stupidly common occurrence throughout the weeks

every once in a while, he drops by and each time you get a little more tolerant of him, he’s a little funny and also silly

you eventually get on name basis, and you can see he’s getting better at controlling his holes

sometimes he literally just drops through one hole and falls straight through the other, it’s a very short exchange

“hi y/n” and he’s gone

but say it’s ever gotten to the stage where you guys are actually equated, he may one day fall into your home while you’re struggling to preen your own wings

an honest struggle, not a chance i could stretch far enough w my bones popping at minor movement

he’s even started to land on his feet sometimes, and he’s very proud of himself

“ta-da!” he lands, arms outstretched while he still stumbled a little

“oh, are you preening?” most genuinely interested and curious tone ever

he approaches like a fucking rat, a little hunched over with his arms mimicking a t-rex

you can decide how significant your wings are, if they’re a big part of ur culture and ur a bit reluctant to let spot touch them

which i honestly think he’ll respect

“oh, nono! it’s okay,” will keep his distance but now is stood a little awkwardly

but if you’re chill with him touching your wings, man’s thrilled

might whisper something silly like “oo, science!” as he approaches with an outstretched hand

and hey, if you go the extra step further and let him preen you, go ahead

does he know what he’s doing ? no, and he’s confident he’ll fuck it up somehow

please show him and/or give him instruction that include when to breath and blink please

admittedly is staring more at how your wings connect to your back more than anything else, he’s very intrigued in your anatomy

would never say that out loud, dear god

but once you’ve given him instructions, he’s on that shit pretty attentively

he’s a scientist, he’ll figure it out

it’s a sight and a half though, it looks like monkeys grooming each other lmao

★⋆ ⋆☆⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆☆⋆⋆★✧

i genuinely think of a reality all of the time where society had wings and relied on that for travel instead of cars n shit- would we need a licence to fly out in public like dbz ? would the type of wings you have be native to the birds from the place you were born, are the genes recessive from your parents n shit- how disability would be handled and how things would be accessible to people who can’t fly im going insane

i shit you not my spidersona has a few concepts, he’s a character i’ve had for a little while from an mnm campaign- he’s a mutant that has accurate bird mutations so tail feathers and wings and i thought it might have been too cliche for me to like say “he’s spiderman in a dimension where society evolved to have wings!” and it felt mary sue and i was afraid so i took his beautiful wings away hem hem whimper

#across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #headcanon #ask #imagine #oneshot #the spot spiderverse #the spot x reader #the spot #the spot x y/n #the spot x gn reader

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My Aarmau rant as promised! (This is kind of the part 1 of a big LOOONG rant)

A huge part of why I love Aphmau and Aaron’s relationship is how hush-hush they kept it. Secretive just like Shad and Irene’s relationship. It fell perfectly under the radar but poked up more as it progressed. We the viewers see when their friendship/relationship gets more serious (though, a lot of people in the fandom choose to ignore it because they’re still holding on hope for Laurmau or Garmau).

There are details that highligh the progression of their relationship that I think are BRILLIANT, even without them explicitly saying anything! There are little things right up to the night before Aaron leaves on a suicide mission to get Garroth out of the Irene Dimension unbeknownst to Aphmau. One example of a small detail to look back on later is how their beds are pushed together when they were clearly apart an episode or 2 prior. From the dialogue, we could infer that they were already together by that point, but a staple in the minecraft community is pushing yours and your SO’s beds together! Cute! They’d begun truly building a life together.

There’s something so beautiful about how we don’t see every romantic action in their relationship because their relationship is more focused on learning about themselves and growing as people together. They were both placed in some TERRIBLE situations but found comfort in each other so they could remain proficient in building their new island of peace rather than bottling everything up until they exploded on their unsuspecting friends. Unlike Aphmau’s relationship with Laurance and Garroth where it’s very upfront in the episodes (ex: she’s forced to pick between the two of them while still figuring out who she is), Aphmau and Aaron prioritized the settings/people around them but still maintain a healthy relationship where they talk about everything and love each other regardless of what they say in their deep conversations. Their love isn’t about showing each other off to the rest of the world and claiming eachother! Aaron never fights with Laurance and Garroth to prove how he loves Aphmau, he just DOES.

They also have a playful, friendly front to their relationship which kept people wondering about them for so long. Yes, Laurance and Aphmau also had this friendly aspect to their relationship but a lot of it (from my best recollection) was Laurance’s failed attempts at picking up Aphmau </3 Aphmau teases Aaron about his quiet/mysterious nature and he teases her right back because of her overly friendly/to stubborn to let people help her attitude. This shows as Aaron starts joining the group on long journeys (ex: The journey to find Lucinda; they were at Isabella’s campsite and Aaron let Aphmau know that there were some strange figures lurking about in the camp. She retorted playfully that they’d probably say the same thing about him and he flusteredly shuffled away)(Another example I love is one the Alliance Island when Laurance, Aaron, and Aphmau are exploring, Laurance falls down the hole to the wyvern cave, and Aphmau and Aaron are deciding how they’re going to get down to him. Aaron offers to jump down first and catch her but stops himself, saying “Though knowing you—“ referring to how she’d rather get down by herself and show everyone that she’s capable of doing anything everyone else can do).

Laurance and Garroth’s relationship with Aphmau was highly based on them protecting her, which is only natural because they were her faithful guards. It was attractive but on that same hand, they couldn’t relate to Aphmau’s issues on the personal level that Aaron could, given that he was a lord himself, and one who faced incredible emotional turmoil no less.

Their plot obviously thickens once Lilith is added into the mix because now Aaron has promised to take care of her and Aphmau. They named Lilith Garnet after people they cared for and lost while still making her her own person. If they weren’t close before, they were DEFINITELY closer when they began co-parenting. They just wanted to give their daughter the best life, building an empire around her, going on family picnics, etc.

There are so many other reasons I love Aarmau and I LOVE rewatching MCD and catching the little pieces of dialogue that help set up for the big reveal. It’s so upsetting how they never got their happy ending in any universe (except maybe Mermaid Tales)

Thank u for reading <33

#mcd #minecraft diaries #aphmau #mcd aphmau #aphblr #mcd aaron #aphmau mcd #aarmau #mystreet #mcd garroth #mcd laurance

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alexanderlightweight · 1 year

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Hello!

Alec's Trueblood lines possibly making him the angelic equivalent to Magnus' level of royalty in Edom.

Perhaps a young warlock gets a summoning wrong and traps an angel (well, not quite an angel) in a circle instead of a greater demon.

oooooh okay so i jumped on this like a preying mantis on a grasshopper okay! i went a little bit of a different route so Alec could finally kick some ass and Magnus is a little out of it but this is basically. i hope you enjoy!

Trueblood Shadow!heir Alec is summoned instead of an angel across time and dimensions. No one has a good time

Magnus is wondering how he’s going to get them out of this, if he’s going to be able to get anyone besides himself free and safe from the nephilim currently using Magnus and four other warlocks to try and power their ritual. They’re summoning an angel, they said.

Their faces smug as terror had filled everyone around him and Magnus had known that out of all of them, he’s the only one who will survive. No angel will risk Asmodeus' wrath by smiting Magnus, but that doesn’t mean he can’t be hurt. That his heart can’t be ripped apart as he watches warlock children shivering in fear from where Magnus’ hopes his protective magic and shield will keep them safe and invisible.

It’s the shadowhunters fault in the end, but Magnus still blames the warlocks who tries to save themselves by selling out what the nephilim considered ‘untrained power vessels’ and Magnus had arrived in time to stop the transaction and save the children, but the other warlocks he was fighting and himself were taken down. Magnus personally will let every drop of magic be drained from the adults around him and if he can, he’s going to rip it free from the array and use it to protect the children, some mere babes.

There’s a crackle of lightning and Magnus can feel the shock wave as the ritual starts, as frost fills the air until each breath crystallizes. At the sight of ice growing on the walls of the abandoned ruins they’re enclosed in, across the broken floor and up the crumbling towers.

A storm rages around them but for once, the rain no longer slips through, freezing and pausing in the air, a piece of captured starlight in crystal form, cold and bright and glittering all around him. It’s beautiful and terrifying and Magnus tries so hard not to feel fear but for the first time in a long time, Magnus wonders if he’s miscalculated.

The summoning was a success he realizes and Magus knows then that he never thought it would be, that he’d deluded himself into thinking he could hold out until Ragnor or Cat show up. Instead he watches as the world turns dark except for the icy stars and then there’s a crack, like a glacier being broken open and everyone who isn’t magically secured and bound to the array is blown back. Some of the shadowhunters remain conscious but it’s with vicious glee that Magnus watches as several of them get smashed into the stones of the decaying castle with splintering cracks of bone that echo in the hollow silence.

The being is glowing, a silver blue light that is an ethereal wisp as the being slowly floats to the ground, four large, long wings trailed out behind it. The eyes look a silver, inhuman blue, more lines criss crossing and overlapping than an iris and a pupil. It casts a long, writhing shadow that is less in the shape of the angel and more in the shape of a hungry maw.

“What is this?” It asks and Magnus is surprised by the low, smooth almost soothing timbre of the voice. Though, Magnus thinks, it would make unfortunate sense if angels were able to charm with their voices, probably why the mundanes accepted the stupid offer from Raziel in the first place.

“Great angel—” one still standing shadowhunter starts. “Forgive us for bringing you here with such disgusting methods.” He kicks at one of the, no longer necessary Magnus supposes, warlocks. “We are indeed of your divine righteousness! To help us cleanse the world of downworlder scum.”

“Are you serious right now?” the being asks and Magnus wonders if he has a concussion because he could swear the angel sounds confused. "Is that? Why is my husband here?”

And suddenly everything goes very wrong, for the shadowhunters.

Because the angel is beyond furious and Magnus watches with a thrilled sense of horror as what looked like long, soft plumage shudders and shines and turns to pure, sharp and deadly adamas. The shadowhunters all gasp and kneel in delighted awe and shadows peel from the floor to wrap around them as the angel steps out of the array, crossing over to a kneeling form and Magnus watches as two of them are beheaded with the easy flap of a razor sharp wing-tip. And then the angel spins, wings flared out and like arrows, feathers shoot out, finding the necks of every shadowhunters still breathing.

“Oh fuck, just what did they do?” Magnus is being asked next, instead of that deadly plumage in his own neck and he’s looking into eyes that look hazel under the inhuman blue. Then cool hands are pulling him up, picking him from the ground. “Magnus?” And then Magnus feels a hand against the side of his neck but instead of squeezing, there is pure ice being delivered into him, cold, powerful energy that burns as it writhes through him and replenishes his reserves. “Summoning a fucking angel, honestly. I thought we were done with this bullshit. Of all the things, I swear if this is because we ate the cup that one time, I’m going to be pissed.”

“You ate a cup?” Magnus finds himself asking which is still better than commenting that an angel swears. Especially when he's dazed and still shocked by how gently he’s being touched, by how powerful and invulnerable he suddenly feels. “That doesn’t seem very tasty.” Because it doesn't and honestly, Magnus feels disappointed, he'd rather have learned angels didn't eat or only drank ambrosia than learn they eat dishes.

“Oh gods, fuck you’re high as a kite on magical shock. Okay, babe what do I need to do, what are my priorities?”

“You’re going to listen to me?” Magnus asks because while shadowhunters might think they can command an ancient being, Magnus never once has made that same assumption.

“Of course.” He’s promised and what feels like a kiss is pressed to the top of his head. “I always listen to you—” and there is a muttered ‘mostly’ that he misses. “As long as you don’t try to convince me that the best way to get over something that makes me angry is to set it on fire, again. I’m not sure Imogen’s office can survive a second inferno.”

“They can stay. Trapped.” Magnus clarified, because he doesn’t want the other warlocks dead. He wants them strung up in front of the council and verbally and physically lashed until their blood and pain is a tenth of the terror the children they stole felt.

“Okay, and the kids? Are they safe to move? Are any of them hurt? Are they coming with us?”

“Yes.” Magnus says because he can’t leave them here and the angel he knows is better than the one he doesn’t. “With me.”

“Mkay, I’m going to send a message to Cat.” And Magnus wonders how this being knows Cat and if it’s reading his mind, “okay. I’m not going to message Cat.” But instead of a fire message he brings out some strange, eldritch artifact that glows and hums angrily at its wielder. “Okay, no service. Great. Well, a fire message won’t work since she’s still at the Labyrinth. You have enough energy for a portal?”

Magnus does, somehow but he’s still surprised when he’s led over to the hidden children and the angel helps him stay upright. Hold him as Magnus opens a portal and then keeps him on his feet as Magnus sends the children through. He closes the portal instantly and opens a new one, not wanting to take the angel to the children, even if Magnus doubts a change in portal would truly stop him.

Magnus gets through the portal and then the angel, his angel that is still following him obediently shudders, a look of shock on his face as he takes in the lair and something hopeless and heartbreaking when he turns and now in a place with proper lighting, Magnus marvels at how human it’s face is.

“Magnus?” He’s asked and Magnus nods, because obviously he is and then his angel’s wings flutter, its expression falling and it’s dropping in what almost looks like a faint, a strange, fallen image of divinity.

Magnus summons a drink and lets himself slump, still staring at the angel as he wonders just what he’s gotten himself into this time.

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shaakyhaands · 8 months

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Hear Me Out:

Court of Darkness but MC is an investigative journalist.

Do we ever really get any details on what MC did on Earth?

Like no, deadass— we know she had an apartment and Robin. How is she paying rent? How is she buying cat food, or paying Robin’s vet bills?

I’m willing to bet the devs intentionally didn’t give us much detail about MC’s occupation, specifically so we the reader can ✨ project ✨ onto her.

That being said: let’s make up some occupations for her!

I think an investigative MC would be fun! She’s in a whole new dimension, there’s a ton to explore. Reality itself behaves differently, allowing magic! There’s an entire history of this world’s inhabitants! Wars, art, culture, food, philosophy, sciences, MAGIC! This would be fucking paradise for an exploratory personality.

Some headcanons:

MC always has questions. About everything. From the tangible and quantitative (“what is this?”) to the conceptual and abstract (“interesting. You seem to feel very strongly on this subject, am I reading that right? Can you tell me more? What influenced your judgement?”).

When she’s not peppering one of the consorts with questions about life in this world, she’s reading. What is she reading? Everything. Everything she can get her hands on. Especially books on history.

Speaking of reading and asking questions— MC bonds with Toa in her pursuits of knowledge. He helps her learn how to read and write (language barriers). While Guy, a man of action more than words, might get tired of MC’s incessant questions (and I really mean incessant, this isn’t shade at Guy. This MC is straight up annoying, never shuts up)— Toa has more patience.

Speaking of history— she studies historical events and the relationships between the kingdoms. Important players on the world stage, what they did, who they were cool with and who they pissed off and why. Why, why, why, MC is very interested in learning why things are the way they are.

So much so, she looks into events deeper than most native inhabitants would probably have any reason to. She wants to find the information not in the history books. She wants to know what actually happened— who pulled what strings, who is connected to who else and how did those connections play out, etc.

Through her research, MC learns about a lot of royals before they’re otherwise introduced. Not only does she learn of their existence (“Toa has a sister? Toa has three sisters? 👀”), but she, through the lens of various historical accounts (that she certainly cross referenced with each other), learns of their character. What they’ve done. And, reading between the lines, what some books failed to explain or navigated around, she’s able to get a better sense of their real personalities.

For example: Reading several accounts of her behaviour, if MC is piecing together the information correctly, than the picture her research is painting of Idina is a very, very cold one. Thinking about the implications makes MC shiver. To think this woman is related to Toa, it actually make too much sense.

Speaking of her research: MC definitely has the magical equivalent of a conspiracy theory pin board in her bedroom— one mapping out the connections between the kingdoms and powerful individuals.

This ^ This, but it’s MC, and the red string is connecting Idina to several assassinations untimely, very unfortunate and super totally accidental deaths of government officials. Toa is the person in the foreground.

“Okay, but why” you might be inclined to ask. “Why is MC asking all these questions, what’s the point”

The point is, she is an investigative journalist. So far, I’ve really emphasized the “investigative” part. But, my sweet summer child, there’s an entire second half of that title.

The point being, MC is recording all of the information she’s gathering.

The history, the art, the culture, the sciences, the magic— all of it. All of it, she is making an immaculate record of. How, you might ask? Well, you have some options:

Personally, I’m a huge fan of MCs who got transported with some of their earthly tech on their person. I have more than once gotten home and straight up passed out after a long day, still holding onto or wearing my daily gear. Let me put it this way: if they were able to bring her god damn cat with her, I see no reason why MC couldn’t bring, say, a backpack with her. Maybe a satchel, or a crossbody bag. If it was on or near her person when she fell asleep, I can imagine it getting caught up in the process.

Say this MC did have her bag with her. That means she has a myriad of technology potentially at her disposal. Laptop, tablet, camera. If you really want to lean into the “investigative reporter” side of things, she could even have an old school hand held tape recorder. At the very least, she definitely has a phone.

“Tech would die, though, how is she going to charge it” magic, babe. Via Roy’s consort path, we learned that inhabitants of the magical realm make magical weapons out of silversmithing. The reason Roy gives is that silver is a good conductor of electricity and magical energy:

(Please ignore the shit image quality, YouTube is being mean)

My point being, you understand the implications of this statement? People in Salagia know what electricity is. At least, on some level. So if MC just made one friend out of the S ranks, or Sherry, I’m sure they could come up with some way to keep any of MC’s earthly electronics permanently charged.

Outside of tech— remember how MC has to pretty much learn how to read and write? Because the Salagian language, it’s not English. In the American server, it’s hinted that the Salagain language is some derivative of Latin, and magic helps translate speech between MC and everyone else. In Toa’s path, MC can sort of read? But it’s not like speaking, and she pretty much has to relearn from the ground up (Warning: mild spoilers for Toa’s route, maybe?):

Point being: if MC can’t really read Salagian writing, then I doubt Salagians can read anything in MC’s native language (be that English, Japanese, or anything else).

So, theoretically speaking, MC could just write in her native language and no one would really be able to tell wtf she’s writing. Whose gonna teach them, her? Not if she doesn’t want them to know, she won’t.

So, to recap:

Our little investigative journalist MC is given the scoop of a fucking lifetime, being transported to a different universe.

With her tech, raw determination, and the help of some new friends, she gathers intel and writes up reports— be that literally writing, recording speech, or making video essays.

Photos, videos, any documentation she can make, she does.

The knowledge she gains enables her to move through this new world with a bit more discretion. She’s better able to navigate social settings (“everyone with blue eyes seems to hate me?… Oh yeah, the red, Avari, got it. I’ll just be cool, then”), and potentially avoid shady characters (“note to self: avoid Idina. Also, Toa needs therapy.”)

Maybe she discovers some cults earlier than she would otherwise?? 👀

And if/when she eventually gets back home, even if it’s just to visit friends, but not actually stay there— she will have the most epic story of all time. With supporting documents.

Other fun headcanons:

If this MC does pair up with a consort, everyone is like “… bro, your girl… she never stops asking questions” and her paramour is just like “fuck yeah, she doesn’t 😍”

“What are you writing” “a list of workers rights violations, I can’t believe unions are a foreign concept in this world.”

If an animal/creature shows up, MC is the first to jump to its defense. “It’s a siren!” “She’s part of an endangered species, you cretin!” “She can kill you! Aren’t you scared??” “So could tripping and falling over. Bottom line is, I’m not going to let you hurt her!”

“Do you not have kings in your world?” “I mean, they exist, but let me tell you about 1789 France…” *cue the radicalization of the S ranks*

Say a king shows up to the school for an event, oh BOY will she have Words. Not only would she ask a shit ton of questions, she will also have no fucking fear, because she has no respect for their title. “I read about this policy decision, what was this experience like for you?” Whatever prince is the associated son of the king is like “MC, please, I’m so scared for you, don’t incur his wrath”, while the king is just like “you know?… this person?.. this person is bold. To talk to me like this, the blatant lack of idol worship, almost bordering on disrespect, even… this is Different. New. Fun. I almost feel like a normal person, even.” And so, the king engages with all of her questions, much to their son’s potential dismay.

Anyways— god it feels good to get this enormous idea out of my brain and on a digital page. The Thought has been Purged, I am now free. Been a hot minute since I did some long form theorizing for CODVN, feels nice man. 😁

#court of darkness #codvn #toa qelsum #im back on my bullshit

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hihopelessromantics · 6 months

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magical balance, anyone ?

another day of fixing Nakba's mistakes ! aka fleshing out the Themes where he didn't

I think each clan’s existence plays a role in maintaining the fabric of reality as it is, and manifesting the magic that exists. Absence or excess causes intense problems and threatens the world.

As put by my pal @exrolotus!

Goddesses: life

Demons: death

Fairies: flora nature

Giants: fauna / tectonic nature

Human: willpower

Basic Diagram of Magical Balance

(you can barely see the goddess clan! Just like nakaba!)

The given reason for humanity becoming more magical and the overall magical health of Britannia declining is plot convenience. But this is what I think it should actually be going on there:

The goddess clan and demon clan both generally exist at a greater distance from humanity compared to the giant and fairy clan, either in another dimension or other place (my mutuals propose, for instance, that the demon realm exists in either Japan or Ireland); this distance representing how they stand on equally powerful and opposite sides of a spectrum. It’s so clear how far apart they are, how clear at first glance the line is between what they represent. I propose that their link to the magical balance between them is more precarious than that between of the giants and fairies, and much more vital to the manifestation of magic itself.

As for the giants and fairies: their clans’ supernatural relationship is easier to understand in that they both have ties to nature. It’s a more tangible concept - how does the environment exist without the earth? Flora without fauna? And when do we ever see fairies and giants going toe-to-toe?

We see the Giant and Fairy clans join with Diane and King’s marriage. I’m going to dig for meaning and propose that this restored a balance between them that was always meant to be. That, in the same way that Elizabeth and Meliodas met and bonded soul-to-soul, their souls’ union was able to restore an ancient and necessary balance to their own clans. Elizabeth and Meliodas brought the end to an eternal war. I’m gonna say that King and Diane brought an end to an unnatural silence. An absence of a relationship, to parallel the absence of a supernatural union between light and dark, life and death, which, arguably should coexist without a third force (supernatural racism, the goddesses’ genocide agenda, etc.) attempting to eliminate one from existence.

Drole and Gloxinia’s relationship in canon has mysterious origins. A lot of us seem to be shipping them, and I don’t think they’re wrong from a narrative perspective. Remember the giants’ connection to the earth and the faries’ connection to nature. It makes sense that their clans should have some kind of relationship, instead of not interacting at all. Love between them, whether romantic or platonic, could represent the same thing. I hypothesize that fairies and giants were always close (not necessarily physically!) in ancient times until the Holy War, and upon seeing the devastation and unnecessary death they “split” in order to prevent history from repeating. An angst disagreement, or a solemn and silent withdrawal. Giants, continuing on as some of the greatest warriors in Britannia, overemphasizing it in the hope their strength will continue to protect them and bring them honor and courage. Fairies, isolating themselves from all other interactions, neglecting their warrior skills to the point where they become as they are in nnt, relying on their king to do everything for them and “discarding their honor” in terms of their powers. Unhealthy war, unhealthy peace.

I propose that the rifts caused by the Holy War are what sapped the magic from Britannia. When the goddesses and demons lose the ability to interact with the world “in-between” them, the magic drains. Etc. Humans, the “odd one out,” adapted. For fun, I think there should be some natural disasters thrown into the mix every now and again, as well as other phenomena which I will describe later. What happens when the ropes on all four sides, holding together the supernatural balance of reality, snap? This whole thing is inspired somewhat by the idea that in a fantasy realm, there is one more sphere of health you have to keep track of. It’s physical health, mental health, and magical health. Neglect your mental health? Uh oh! Neglect your magical health? UH OH. I think that if you’re not in touch with yourself and your powers, well, there are consequences. And something like that on a larger scale is happening to Britannia with two (?) upset balances.

Thoughts? :D

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