#* ( Verse 06 )

[thenamesallison]

@impossibleormerelyfantastic

"You owe me." The growl in her voice was unusual, nearly unnatural, but it matched the visceral stare she had fixed on Dr. Stephen Strange. "You knew Tony was going to snap his fingers, but you didn't try at all to save him after he did. All of your magic, all of your protector of our reality bullshit, and you let him die! You didn't even have the decency to warn us. So, you owe me."

Despite her own commitment to her agenda, Ally was still surprised when Dr. Strange acquiesced. "If it will help you find closure, fine." He listed rules as he strapped what looked like a golden watch to her wrist. Instead of the time, it showed a digital map, hexagons connected by varying lines. "The hexagon highlighted in blue is the universe you are currently in. Once you leave this universe it will be in green. Always come back to green. While you're...elsewhere, try your best not to talk to anyone. You don't belong in these universes, and there's a strong chance a different version of you already exists. And don't stay for more than forty-eight hours at a time. You don't belong there. The longer you stay the more risk you place on the walls of the universe. Got it?"

Ally tore her eyes away from the watch and nodded. "I just want to see him. I want to see him in one universe where he's okay."

Strange just looked at her sadly. "Forty-eight hours. If you don't come back, I'll have to come get you."

"I don't need a babysitter." Ally used the dial on the side of the watch to set her destination. "See you later." She clicked the dial in and popped away.

It turned out that Tony's death was a fairly common occurrence throughout the multiverse. Ally lost count of how many dimensions she popped into where their Tony was gone. In some, he was never even born. When she popped into another new universe, 616 the watch said, her confidence was at an all time low. She found herself on a rooftop in Midtown, a slight drizzle dampening her hair.

"Great. That's what I needed." She walked toward the edge, taking stock of this version of New York. It didn't look too dissimilar to hers; there were some skyscrapers she didn't recognize, but one--"Aw, they still have the Tower. Lucky."

Taking off, Ally headed for Avengers Tower, large and imposing, a familiar sight she missed in the skyline back home. It was still there, sure, but it wasn't the same since Tony sold it. She landed across the street in an alleyway, walking out onto the sidewalk as if she wasn't just flying high above it. As she got closer to the crosswalk, there was a large whoosh and a gust of wind; Ally just managed to look up to see a streak of red and gold racing up the Tower's exterior to the landing pad several stories above them. Her eyes watered, and, before she realized what she was doing, she shot up into the sky, following him.

She hovered in the air, watching as he landed, as his helmet came off, and the rapid beating of her heart stuttered as she saw his face. "Who the hell is that?"

[fandom]

What a nice little gay list this is.

Happy Pride, y'all. The much-anticipated Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse is now in theaters and folks are embracing a whole new cohort of Spider-folks. The series finales of Succession and Ted Lasso aired and, well, they both left fans with a whole mess of emotions. Emotional support himbos and Roys, you'll be missed. Ranboo's Generation Loss is finally here after years of hype and the fan art and theories abound in the tags. The full trailer for Barbie dropped and is full of existential crises backed by an Indigo Girls soundtrack, which: again, happy Pride. Finally, The Little Mermaid film has folks visiting a whole new world. This is Tumblr's Week in Review.

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Succession

Barbie

Pride Month

Ted Lasso

Artists on Tumblr

Asexual

Generation Loss: The Social Experiments

Miguel O'Hara | Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

LGBTQ

The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom

Hobie Brown | Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Lesbian

The Little Mermaid

The Good Place

Bisexual

Gay

Miles Morales | Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Stranger Things

Queer

[livwritesstuff]

So Hazel and Robbie are Swifties – 100%. For reference – I am not, but I'm also able to acknowledge that I am part of the minority in this so here we are. 

An unexpected side effect of this is that, when Taylor Swift starts publicly dating a football player and making appearances at the games that Steve and Moe just so happen to watch, Robbie and Hazel start joining them.

To be clear – Steve loves this. Sure, they have some questionable things to say about the games, but who cares? He's just so thrilled to be talking about sports with his kids.

The real victim here is Moe.

Unlike her sisters, Moe is not a Swiftie, mostly because Moe stubbornly refuses to partake in anything that makes it to mainstream popularity (it’s one of the ways she takes after Eddie), so she is not thrilled about this arrangement.

Hazel: What if they have to go to the bathroom?

Steve: They go before.

Hazel: But…they’re drinking water, right?

Moe: *long-suffering groan*

Steve: There’s also halftime, hon.

Robbie: What if, like, two players are feuding and then they end up on the same team?

Robbie: Not gonna lie, that’s kinda hot.

Steve: *silently agrees*

Hazel: How do they decide who’s on the field together? Is it, like, numerical order or do they just go off of vibes

Steve: Well, there’s a–

Robbie, completely interrupting him: Do you think it’s a little reductive, to, like, assign them a number?

Robbie: Like, does anybody bother to learn their names?

Eddie: Ah, Robbie, my pride and joy. You’ve discovered the true marginalized group in this country.

Eddie: NFL players.

Moe: Oh my god. I hate you all.

[pack-the-pack]

I'm one day late, but to all the Ace Misce people and Omegaverse fans that follow my blog, I just want to tell you:

Keep at it!

Don't let people tell you that Omegaverse and Miscehood is and has to be inherently sexual! Cause they're full of bologna.

There's many ways to be Misce and darling, if you haven't checked in since 2010, there are MANY MORE ways of writing A/B/O that don't involve sex at all.

Happy international asexuality day to all my fellow Aspec people!

Keep howling and keep thriving!!!!

[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

It's Good Friday!

I've had this idea for a piece of art for a while now and finished it just in time. This Silver quote from '06 really stuck with me and I thought it made an interesting point.

God made the ultimate decision to sacrifice His only Son to save the world.

"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life."

-- John 3:16

"He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed." --‭ 1 Peter 2:24

"but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us." --‭Romans 5:8

Happy Good Friday!

[marvelousjj]

Ana wanted to get as far away form that place as she possibly could. She hadn't believed it was possible until he showed up. She remembered laying awake at night, praying he would show up, despite them saying she would never see him again. He had made it to the rooftop when they took her away from him...Perhaps he had gotten out. It ad turned out that he had, against all odds, her hopes and prayers had been answered.

She watched him kneel down, and instruct her to climb onto his back, and hang on. She nodded and did as he told her, clinging around his neck with a tight grip. It wasn't the first time she had done something like this when they needed to be quick. His legs were longer and she was easy to carry with her height.

Her eyes squinted shut while the Soldier took out what guards he could, but just as they had preached...chop off one head, and more will take it's place...

The Soldier was doing the best that he could, but even that was proving to not be good enough as they reached outside and closer to the gate. She hadn't been outside in six months, and despite it being in the middle of the night, there was a bright light that felt like it could blind her. She hid her eyes while she heard Russians shouting for him to put the child down.

She needed to do something they were completely surrounded and she knew that no matter how hard he fought, they wouldn't be making it out. She was tired, and even if she wasn't...It would take a lot out of her. But she had to try.

Ana let go of her hold on him, letting herself fall down his back and into the cold mud. The agents raised their guns, telling her to go back inside, and they wouldn't hurt him. She knew that was a lie. The second they had her inside he would be shot on side, with as many bullets as it took to get the job done.

She shivered slightly, but looking up at a group of the agents, she stared them down for a second before nodding to side with her head, as if gesturing for them to move. As if on command, the men turned their necks until five snaps were heard, and they fell to the ground. While another group of agents advanced forward, she held her hand out to them, before raising her hand in the other direction. Her eyes squinted shut before the agents all went flying back in the opposite direction. Some survived, but most were killed by colliding with a cement wall, or being impaled into something.

Turning around to look at the Soldier, she was now bleeding out of her nose slightly. She let out a tired huff before her legs gave out and her eyes fluttered shut, bringing her down to the ground.

[bhaalswn-arch]

You who were born from original sin, the Vessel of Bhaal.

[curseplay]

@deatheless sent: photos are a weird form of time travel. [ ACCEPTING! ]

when she was five years old, she went as a dalmatian for halloween. it was the perfect costume for her; one that continued her trend of dressing up as various puppies while also complementing seven year old tommy's decision to be a firefighter that year. in the photo she holds, they're standing on the steps of the porch. tommy's got his empty pillowcase in one arm and his wriggly younger sister in the other. they're smiling so wide that you can see exactly which baby teeth they're missing.

she hadn't wanted to look at the photos originally, but her mom had insisted on digging them out. based on where the box was at the foot of the steps, paris can assume they weren't all that hidden at all. for her mom, they're the only portal back to half of her family that she has.

❝ that was the first year we coordinated costumes, if you can believe it. ❞ paris hands the photo to mina so she can look at it closer. then, she reaches to the bottom of the box for a change of scenery.

the next photo she produces is also of her and tommy. this time, she's around sixteen years old. a miserable age, she thinks, but you wouldn't know it by the grin on her face as her brother slings her over his shoulder. she's trying to make his life harder by covering his face with her hands. now, years later, paris wishes she hadn't. you can only barely see his smile.

mina's gaze is palpable over her shoulder. paris opens her mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. they seem to notice at the same time that the photo was captured in this same room, just a few feet away.

paris' eyes linger on the spot. the rug is old and worn, but not in the way where you can tell tommy once stood there. when mina speaks, she swallows a lump in her throat back to the pit of her stomach.

❝ i can still kind of feel him here. ❞ moreso than her father. it's funny how that works. ❝ i didn't think i'd be able to. ❞

[neptuniadoesstuff]

Doodle Hell #06? (Kasi Edition)

Its all... Kasikah??? Always has been-

(TW/CW btw: Bl00d/Gørə)

So here is the full pick of this week's Doodle Hell. This time featuring a OC of mine that I have been kinda obsessive over since their conceptualization.

Chapter 1, The original Kasi:

No context here just.. Some drawings of the original Kasikah featuring her hubba, Rudy Williams (Goober who is missing a eye).

This includes:

A Sketch of what normal Kasikah is supposed to look like.

Her just... loafing like a cat? (Phoraloxes can do that apparently)

Idk just some wholesome garbage bcs we more of that where the he'll I'm going.

& a "Hehe >:3" moment lol.

(Both Kasikah & Rudy belong to me)

Chapter 2, Uh... a more accurate depiction of what Kasi!Phen looks like (Phen 228/The Boiled One but with Kasi's attributes & bits of her personality)

MMMMMMM YEH MORE SPOOPS AHHAHAH. (& yes I know I have Kasi!Phen legs but for the most part they don't hab legs, instead he be melted on the floor, being stinky, & waiting for the time to steal yur spine.. THE PHENLINGS NEED TO EAT SOMEHOW!)

This Includes:

A portrait of that spine stealing sleep paralysis demon.

Just them... occasionally having no frikin legs (as Phen 228 do).

They are just doing their job beo, why u annoyed? (Featuring cameos of JJ & Neppy)

The demon is just saying hi. :3

(Phen 228 belongs to Doctor Nowhere but KasiPhen was created by me as part of a AU of them called "Mother Phen")

Chapter 3, "Nice Opnion, one small issue, I am inside your home." -The Intruder from The Mandela Catalogue.

Im just not gonna explain this one. Does this have any true importance? Eh not rlly I just wanted to draw Kasi as the child stealer from that horror series on YT about some demons taking over earth by telling ppl to [REDACTED] themselves with info that is way too complex for the human mind itself.

This includes:

"TFW when you get caught doin yur job by one of the parents"

Whoop Whoop Meem

No context tbh I just donno what I'm doing with my life.

(The Mandela Catalogue series belongs to Alex Kister but Kasi belongs to me)

Lil Bonus of the Brimthorne Family.

From Left to Right, we have:

Kasikah, Rudy, Ravine, Klynka, Theo, & Kryssi (Krystal). (All of these guys belong to me)

(Yes, I know it says Kyssi in the pic but that's a typo bro)

Character credits are in the descriptions of each chapter which includes credit to the original creators of the drawings/designs I based on.

Art is uh.. welp, all mine.

Program is Ibispaint bcs that's my main program u goof.

Bubs' TOS: Plz don't repost/steal, trace, or recolor my art WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! If you do, I'll take yur femur and pelvis.. SO, DON'T THINK ABOUT IT! (The PNS on my Blog's pinned project clearly means "Please No Steal" plz follow that rule.) If you do post my art on anything like yur blog or somewhere else (With my permission) PEASE CREDIT ME!

[timewontwait]

thinking about the dbd verse has me remembering the fan perks i came up with for sonic. granted, these are survivor perks. i haven't come up with a killer verse yet even though that would make more sense for the lore of dbd that he'd be categorized into the role of killer (but lmao, his muse stubbornly refuses every time i think of a way to make it happen - one day it will)

steadfast

in the fog, your powers may have been suppressed, but not completely. when in chase with the killer, every time the killer gains bloodlust, you gain an equal amount of haste status effect. once the chase is over however, become exhausted for 120 seconds. this perk cannot be used when exhausted.

wind burst

this isn't the first time you've been pushed to the limit. when injured, you are granted the ability to stun the killer with a blast of air upon performing a fast-vault. has a 90 second cooldown.

martyr complex

your presence alone stirs the hearts of your allies, even to the bitter end. upon being sacrificed, all remaining survivors are granted a 10% speed boost upon repairing, healing, cleansing, unhooking, and opening exit gates, as well as being granted an additional 8 second haste status effect once the gates are fully powered, allowing teammates to rally together and combat impossible odds.

[meatriarchived]

me starin' at the sawyer family lists tryna figure out where realistically i could plug luda mae and consequently the other hewitts

whispers what the fuck who are half of you people-

[wanderingandfound]

I have missed the vast majority of the "cozy horror" discourse and like, I'm fine with that because I don't really care all that much about publishing labels and subgenres. But like, I do believe in only using the broad labels if it applies. A book is not Romance (the genre) if it does not have a happily ever after/happily for now. A book is not Horror if it is not trying to be horrifying. Romantic and horrific plots and elements can be part of any story and any genre, but elements do not a genre make.

Anyways, disclaimer done, the point of this post is that as someone whose main genre is fantasy, I love reading about ghosts in non-horror stories. Give me more fucked up creatures and musings on personhood please.

[wrathfl]

[ HC V: OVERWATCH ] A small timeline I made for the Overwatch verse. I spend a long time with a calculator and ow2 wiki.

› 2048 ( AGE: 0 ) MERCY IS BORN › 2063 ( AGE: 15 ) MERCY FATHER DIES

Arthur Graham dies while on a mission led by Jack Morrison. At her father's funeral, she was approached by Gerard Lacroix a friend of her father. He made a proposition to Mercy to help her in the future under a few conditions.

› 2065 ( AGE: 17 ) MERCY JOINS BLACKWATCH

After a rocky year, Mercy accepted Lacroix's proposition and joined the organization under his conditions. The beginnings were hard when everyone talked about her Father, after the mourning period passed she started to focus on her future. She had mixed opinions about the whole organization but they paid well and she had nothing to complain about.

› 2070 ( AGE: 22 ) OVERWATCH DISBAND, MERCY STARTS HER CAREER AS A MERCENARY

When the Overwatch was disbanded Mercy went underground. After the destruction of Overwatch Headquarters, Athena lost all traces of her. Mercy resurfaced several months later as a mercenary. Mercy started a life fueled by profit rather than ideology. Her services become available to anyone willing to meet her price.

› 2073 ( AGE: 25 ) FIRST MEETING WITH TALON OPERATIVE, MERCY STARTS WORKING FOR THE ORGANIZATION

After becoming a mercenary Mercy was approached by a Talon operative with a job proposition. He wanted to return the favoured from a few years back when Mercy let him loose after Blackwatch attacked his group. Seeing her old colleagues in the Talon headquarters didn't surprise her that much. Still, she didn't want to plead her full loyalty to them she was there just for money.

› 2076 ( AGE: 28 ) CURRENT EVENTS OF THE GAME

Mercy can be found travelling the world for various jobs. After hearing the news about her old colleague saving Paris from the Null Sector, she starts to observe their next moves.

[imoutoni]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Starter for Tanjiro: @multiverseofmisfits || sc

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Donning the regulation visor that all Kakushi were to wear to conceal their identities, Nezuko cautiously walked toward her brother's room at the Butterfly Estate. The others had brought him in early that morning and as a new recruit, she was tasked with sewing up his uniform and delivering him tea at Aoi's request. Would she have to fake through taking down his measurements? She could see the liquid in the cup shaking with her hands. Of course she was nervous. Tanjiro was notified that she had been cured, but wasn't told she joined the Corps.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀As she entered the open door, her teeth clamped down on her lower lip. Nezuko attempted to mask her scent as best she could before arriving by borrowing perfume from one of the women in her brigade, but his nose was pretty powerful. If that was enough, avoiding eye contact was her next best hope. Taking a deep breath, the brunette tried to keep her composure.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" G-Good afternoon, On—ah—K-Kamado-san. I brought you a fresh cup of tea. "

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Hastily, she set it down on the bedside table, then quickly backed away. A silent prayer was sent that he would be far too fatigued to notice her as anything more than just another member of the Kakushi. Sadly, that wasn't her brother at all. He was intuitive. If she didn't get in and out quickly, she'd be outed. Hiding who you are is hard . . .

[marvelousjj]

@grimmusings asked: “he better not have said that.” (Ana/Bucky, please! 🖤)

HER BROW FURROWED AS SHE LOOKED BACK AT HIM. She wasn't very good at telling when she should stand up for herself when she was bullied in school, or when to speak up. Her temper was often explosive when she got angry, so just remaining quiet, and venting when she got home was how she processed everything.

Ana shrugged her shoulders, looking back down to her bag. "It's no big deal...He's just a punk who's been givin me a hard time."

[resolvebound]

continued from here || @steeltempered

Tucked oh so snuggly beneath the blankets, he smiled, the expression hidden by the darkness as well as the material he held close. Her indignant outcry was far too fun, after all, he couldn’t deny it. She was rather easy to wind up, it was something he’d found he enjoyed about her.

The feel of her feeble attempt at pulling the blanket away from him brought him amusement, as he only held on tighter. Eyes remaining closed, he listened to her huff, picturing her frustrated expression with a certain fondness within himself that he would only guess was mere enjoyment. Nightmare. He almost gave himself away with a chuckle at that. She had no idea how much of a nightmare he could truly be.

As moments began to pass, a low sense of disappointment crept in. Had she given up? Was the fun over?

Tension coiled in his back at the sensation of her proximity, awareness a vivid presence that had his eyes opening in instant wariness. Before he could adjust to her being so near…her cold feet intruded in his space.

He jolted slightly at the contact, a hiss slipping between his teeth, mixing with a low growl as he jerked his legs away from her. Oh, she wanted to play it like that did she? She probably thought she was so clever. Truth be told, he almost admired her dirty tactics...but he wasn’t about to let her get away with such a heinous crime against him.

A rush of cold air swept over both of them (sacrifices had to be made) as he raised the blanket and rolled to face her in one swift movement. Even while still clutching the cover, he pulled her close, pressing her against his torso, for if she was going to make him share, he had to demand something in return (and unfortunately, body heat was more effective to him than a blanket). To prevent further atrocities against him, he moved his leg over hers in the hopes of securing her in place.

After such a flurry of movement, the silence and stillness was sharp. He closed his eyes once more, yet found he (for once) wasn’t exactly sleepy. Frowning, he waited a moment before speaking low and soft into the dark. “…how was your day?”