#Council Quantum

[therevivedcouncil]

"Morti, that group chat was the worst recommendation ever."

"Whaaaat, no way!"

"They want us dead, Morticia."

"No they don't! I'll talk to them and convince them you're good guys!"

"no, Morticia, no..."

[msc137]

"Hiii!! Lemonad-

...

Heh.... Uh- nevermind... I uh-... Think I ran out" - Quantum Morticia (@therevivedcouncil)

thats a shame, i like lemonade.

[highlyentropicmind]

Summoning the nerd council:

My fellow nerds, I seek your advice. In the next episode I talk about the math of spin, and I'm struggling with explanations and metaphors and making animations… But then I remembered that light polarizers exist. I would use some polarizers to make a demonstration of successive Stern-Gerlach experiments and superpositions… But I worry that it will be confusing, after all, we are talking about electrons, not light. I could explain that light also has spin follows the same math, but I haven't given the audience the experimental evidence to believe that, and doing that would take the video in a different direction…. Aaaaargh!

What do you think nerd council? Would the demonstrations with polarized light do more harm than good?

[gureumz]

coffee and mathematical physics

rating: explicit

member: jake

notes: fem!reader, university au, student council vp jake x student council secretary reader, a very speedy friends to lovers, clothed sex, spitting, shy jake 180-ing to dom!jake, unprotected sex

a/n: i really wanted to write something nasty for jake (tho i can get nastier than this wink wink) after hearing him ramble about quantum entanglement bc hello nerdy boys are so hot ugh so anyways enjoy!

the words in front of you are starting to blur and the only other thought in your mind is that you need coffee at the soonest time possible.

end-of-year reports were always a pain in the ass, especially for the student council secretary, which, by your luck, is you.

"sunoo, can we get someone to buy us coffee?" you ask, shuffling through the papers in your hands.

"we can ask jake. he's on his way," sunoo points out, taking a seat beside you. he types away furiously on his laptop, the click-clack of the keyboard grating against your ears.

"great," you grumble. "text him."

sunoo makes a sound akin to being offended. "the last time i checked, i was vice president for internal affairs, a rank higher than you."

you turn to sunoo, scowling. he's smiling, obviously having not taken your command to heart.

"okay, okay, i'll text him," sunoo soothes, patting you on the back.

you feel a heaviness in your head as you try your hardest to remember the order the documents have to be in.

annex a, then annex b, then annex c-1, annex c-2...wait, was there an annex b-2? what's that supposed to contain? officer info? council info?

your internal tirade against the university bureaucracy is interrupted when sunoo gasps, giggling right after.

"how sweet, jake's already bought coffee even before i told him to."

"classic jake," you supply, a hint of a smile on your lips.

jake, as the vice president for external affairs, was expected to be the outgoing and agreeable one. true to his job description, jake always made an effort to make sure everyone in the council's mental health was accounted for. he knew when jay was about to bust a vein (and how to prevent it from happening altogether), he can tell when sunoo's getting overwhelmed with university grievances, and jake always somehow knew when you needed a cup of coffee.

always. without fail. just as you were thinking about it, jake would offer you a trip to starbucks.

"he does this whole coffee thing for you, you know," sunoo points out, nudging you with his arm.

"he does not," you argue, slamming the clear book cover shut. you push the papers away from you, your temples throbbing and your eyes aching from the strain.

"he does," sunoo insists, closing his laptop as well. "he told me once how he'd never bought coffee for someone so many times until you started working together."

"i never told him to do that," you mumble, your cheeks heating in embarrassment. "i don't tell him to pay, either, but he does about half the time."

"he's so down bad for you," sunoo giggles, getting up. he packs away his laptop, rummaging around his bag.

"are you leaving already?" you question, disappointed, as you thought you'd have another set of eyes and hands to help you with the report.

sunoo nods, pouting apologetically. "i promised ni-ki we'd eat dinner together."

you make a face. "he's so down bad for you," you repeat, imitating sunoo's high-pitched teasing.

he laughs, swatting at your shoulder.

before any of you can get another word in, the door to the council room opens. in walks jake, a paper bag in hand, and his oh-so-dazzling smile plastered on his face.

"someone asked for coffee?" jake says, eyes meeting yours. you can't help but smile back at him, having known for quite some time that jake's smile was just that contagious.

"we did!" sunoo replies cheerily, skipping over to jake. the latter hands him a cup.

"the usual," jake informs. "mint choco frappe, albeit disgusting, is a must for our mint choco lover."

sunoo punches jake lightly on the arm.

"and for our hardworking secretary," jake begins, walking over to you at the table. "an iced caramel macchiato."

you accept the drink, thanking jake as you do so.

"so caring," you comment, giving him your sweetest smile. "my dream guy, indeed."

"and that's my cue to leave," sunoo declares, walking over to the door, his bag in hand.

"let me know if you need any help, ______! i'll get back to you as soon as i can," sunoo calls out as he pulls the door open, exiting swiftly, but not before shooting you a knowing glance over his shoulder.

jake, most likely oblivious to the exchange of looks, takes a seat beside you, rifling through the papers you had just organized moments ago.

"these all look in order," jake observes, tongue sticking out from the corner of his lips. you stare, albeit unintentionally, cursing inwardly at how attractive this little habit of his is.

not that you'd admit that jake was attractive, not out loud, at least. sure, he was extremely good-looking, with sharp eyes and an equally sharp nose, and lips that are to die for, not to mention that personality that toed the line between warm golden boy and reckless frat boy. you don't even want to get started on how he gets around girls, especially the pretty ones and—

"what else is missing?" jake asks, turning to you. you blink rapidly, trying to regain some coherent thoughts in your head, but the only thing you can focus on at the moment is how good jake smells.

"uh...," you begin lamely. jake grins, raising his eyebrows as he moves his face closer to yours, the same way you would when encouraging a child to tell you about their day.

"evaluation forms," you conclude, fidgeting with the hem of your skirt. "the evaluation forms from last year's events."

jake nods, turning away momentarily. he pulls his laptop out before powering it up.

"jungwon should have that covered, right? he's the one who audited and liquidated them, after all," jake wonders out loud as he types. your eyes drift down to his hands and an internal monologue threatens to fire up inside you once more.

"yeah," you reply, willing yourself to stare at his laptop screen instead. "i think he just hasn't come around to printing them, yet."

"but they should be in the drive," you add.

jake hums, focused on the task at hand. in the meantime, you busy yourself with your coffee, taking a long sip, and immediately feeling your headache ease up.

"thanks again for the coffee," you say, lightly bumping your shoulder against jake's.

jake turns to you, smiling. you stare at each other for a few seconds as you take another sip. after a while, jake chuckles.

"what?" you ask, fingers swiping at your cheek. "did i get something on my face?"

jake transitions to a full giggle before shaking his head. "no. it's just cute that you're drinking out of a cup with my name on it."

you cock your head to the side before turning the cup around. sure enough, jake's name is scribbled on the side. nothing unusual, seeing as he was the one that ordered your drink.

"okay...?"

"nothing, it's nothing," jake says with a shake of his head.

"no, tell me," you insist, pulling on jake's wrist. he giggles some more, turning away from you in an attempt to hide his face.

"jakeeee," you whine, tugging on his arm. he meets your gaze, and it's only then you notice just how close he's gotten.

"okay, don't get weirded out, but like, imagine if i posted a story of you drinking from that cup," jake explains, gesturing to the drink in your hand. you nod, your curiosity building.

"and it has my name on full display. and you're drinking from it. the cup, with my name on it," jake continues, eyebrows raised once more as he gesticulates broadly with his hands, as if trying to get an obvious point across.

"and? is that supposed to mean anything?" you question, crossing your arms in front of you.

"i guess? i mean—well, i don't know!" jake stammers, collapsing into another fit of his adorable giggles. you laugh along, genuinely lost at what he's trying to get at.

"what, is it supposed to come off as like some romantic gesture that you bought coffee for me?" you ask, not expecting any particular answer, but jake's face blanks out at your words, his mouth opening and closing as if trying to find the right words.

"i mean, yeah," jake says timidly.

"but, you buy coffee for everyone on the council," you point out.

"because i didn't want to seem so obvious," jake admits, scratching at the back of his neck. you stare at him for a moment, unsure of where this is going.

"obvious? obvious about what?"

jake sighs, wiping his hands on his pants. "that i was trying to impress you with the coffee."

your eyes widen almost comically at this admission. jake was trying to impress you?

"you didn't have to do all that," you protest, suddenly guilty at how oblivious you've been. in your defense, you didn't want to read into it too much, if at all, for that matter.

"but, we're having this conversation now, so i guess it worked," jake says with a shrug. silence washes over the two of you as you try to think of what to say next.

"sorry," jake mumbles, clearly embarrassed.

"what? no! it's cute. you're cute," you blurt out and jake catches onto the last sentence, eyebrows almost shooting off his forehead.

"no, for real," you continue in a rush. "it's very sweet of you, jake."

jake grins, unable to hide the blush blossoming on his neck and ears. you feel your own face warm up.

"right," jake replies, clearing his throat. "it's nothing, really, i mean, i was gonna ask you out eventually, but—well, i wasn't really sure when, it's just—"

jake cuts himself off, covering his face with both his hands.

"god, sorry, what do i even say to that?" jake complains, laughing, obviously too embarrassed to speak.

you laugh, reaching over to pull his hands off his face. he looks at you with wide, puppy-dog eyes and you're convinced you've never seen anything as adorable as jake in this moment.

"relax," you say as you take jake's hands in yours. you set your coffee cup down. "tell you what, let's just put that conversation away for now."

you pull your chair closer to jake's, your knees knocking against his. you thread your fingers between his own, turning your full attention to him.

"tell me about your day instead," you suggest, laying your other hand on your clasped ones. jake seems to visibly relax at this, squeezing your hand.

"okay," jake begins hesitantly. "well, i had one class today, which was mathematical physics."

you nod, encouraging him to go on.

"i don't wanna bore you with the specifics, so...," jake warns, seemingly unsure of whether to continue or not.

"you could never bore me," you reply, smiling. jake's whole face turns red this time and he can't help the peals of laughter that erupt from his lips.

"you can't say stuff like that," jake says with a pout. "you just can't!"

you grin, amused at jake's flustered state. "okay, okay, i won't. please, tell me about mathematical physics."

jake clears his throat again, cheeks still a shade of pink. "right, so it's a class that i really enjoy because, if you didn't know already, i love math and physics, so this is like their genius lovechild or something."

you nod, leaning closer to jake. if he notices, he doesn't say anything.

"it's mostly just theory since it bases on the mathematical foundation of theoretical physics," jake pauses. "duh jake, theoretical physics, so, of course, it's mostly theory."

you snicker at his little side commentary.

"so yeah, we had a lecture today, and not going into specifics again since you probably wouldn't understand much of it anyway, we touched on statistical mechanics."

you nod along, and as much as you hate to admit it, you've tuned out most of what jake's saying, too focused on the way his face lights up and shifts as he explains. he still uses his hands as he goes along, even the one that's holding yours.

it's cute.

you don't realize that he's stopped talking until he suddenly laughs, getting closer to your face.

"you're not listening, are you?" jake challenges, grinning mischievously.

you stutter for a few seconds, mentally kicking yourself because you're the one who convinced him to talk about his day and you're not going to listen to him in the end?

it's your turn to be embarrassed as he lets go of your hand in favor of resting his arm on your chair behind you, circling it around your shoulders.

"sorry," you murmur, a sudden warmth spreading over you. "i don't really care about physics. i just wanna hear you talk about it."

jake smiles. "oh?"

"yeah," you nod, shifting closer to him. you swing your legs over to rest on his lap, meaning it to be a wholesome gesture, just something to bring you physically closer to him.

jake doesn't seem as flustered now because he catches your legs, tucking his forearm behind your knees before pulling you completely off your chair and onto his thighs. his other arm supports your waist now, leaving you seated sideways on his lap.

your skirt has flipped outward and you were now sitting your bare ass on jake.

"you're such a nerd," you comment with a laugh, circling your arms around jake's neck. his eyes flick up and down between your eyes and lips.

you get the message.

"a hot nerd, i hope?" jake asks, tilting his head to the side.

"the hottest," you confirm before leaning in to press your lips to his.

jake groans, fingers curling into the material of your blouse as he pulls you even closer. you part your lips, his other hand delicately tucking strands of hair behind your ear. he grips one side of your face right after, angling his own head in order to kiss you even deeper.

your own hands find purchase in his perfectly gelled hair, the soft strands gliding in between your fingers. something about jake walking out of this room with messed up hair because of you sends a jolt of excitement through your body.

"sit on me, baby," jake requests, pulling away. he's panting, eyes dark as he looks at you with want.

"i already am," you say with a hint of confusion.

"you know what i mean," jake says, voice gruff as his hands grab your waist, maneuvering you around. you hurriedly slide off his lap, but only for a second.

you straddle jake, your thin lace underwear and his cotton sweatpants the only barriers between your heated core and his hard-on.

you swivel your hips forward experimentally and the friction has you moaning. jake throws his head back, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

you continue your movements at a steady pace, the only sounds coming from both of your labored breathing. it should be embarrassing how you're like a couple of horny teenagers just humping each other at school of all places, but neither of you has the capacity to care at the moment.

jake reaches under your skirt from behind, palms smoothing over your ass before he grabs at your cheeks, controlling your movements.

"fuck yeah," he curses under his breath, looking up at you through his long lashes. you reach down, undoing jake's button-up, all the way down to the last button, exposing his toned chest and abs.

"get off" jake whispers. "bend over the desk."

you inhale, practically scrambling off jake's lap. you do as you're told, pressing your upper body against the table, documents and all, exposing your ass to jake.

he flips your skirt over, dragging your panties down until they fall at your ankles. you step out of them, kicking them off to the side. you squeal when you feel jake's fingers running up and down between your folds, coating himself with your wetness.

"who knew a few cups of coffee over the course of a semester would lead to this," jake says, slipping a finger in. you bite your lip, trying to conceal the sounds that threaten to escape your lips.

jake adds another. "spread wide open for me."

jake slowly drags his fingers in and out of you and you have to clamp a hand down on your mouth. you clench around the thick digits, the pad of jake's thumb ghosting over your puckered rim. he teases it ever-so-slightly and you can't stop the whimper that leaves you.

jake covers the lower half of your face with his large hand. "sshh," jake coos in your ear as he leans down. "don't want anyone to discover the student council vice president and secretary getting it on in the council room now, do we?"

you shake your head, grabbing at jake's wrist. you mumble against his palm, but it comes out a garbled mess of words. he seems to take pity on you because he removes his hand momentarily to let you speak.

"please," you try to say as quietly as you can, despite jake's fingers shoved deep inside you. "fuck me, please."

you turn to look at jake and it's like all traces of the previous jake are gone. his face is serious but a dark glint is in his eyes, and you somehow know you're about to get fucked within an inch of your life.

jake forces your head down on the table, your cheek smushing against the smooth plastic. jake removes his fingers from inside you, leaving you clenching around nothing. you hear a wet pop and you immediately know he's helping himself to your arousal.

"delicious, babe," jake comments, leaning down to plant a kiss on your temple.

"if anything gets too much, our safe word is 'coffee'," jake reminds, kissing you again, this time on the cheek that isn't being pressed against the desk.

jake lets go of you for a second, but you don't dare move, both afraid and exhilarated at the idea of what might happen if you do. you hear rustling from behind you and you know jake has pulled his pants down.

you turn to take a peek and what you see has your mouth watering.

jake is of a highly commendable size. you'd say around 6 inches from where you're looking and girthy.

jake catches you staring and he snickers, giving his cock a few pumps.

"like what you see, sweetheart?" jake asks, thumbing at the precum spilling from his tip.

"yeah," you breathe out. "can't wait to have it inside me."

jake chuckles lowly. "no need to wait, baby."

jake rubs the length of your core once, twice, before pushing right in. a sound between a groan and a sigh escapes you, the feeling of fullness hitting you head-on.

"fuck," jake curses. "fuck yes."

jake starts to move, pulling out almost all the way before plunging back in. he goes in so deep, it. has your head spinning. you lay there, splayed out against the work you were poring over merely half an hour ago, wondering if the office would accept cumstained documents.

"up," jake commands. it takes you a second but you manage to hold yourself up with trembling arms, the desk's mechanical creaking loud inside the room.

jake takes hold of your neck his other arm wrapping around your waist. he pulls you flush against him, thrusting up shallowly into your dripping pussy.

"good girl," jake croons in your ear. he tightens his fingers around your airway. "you're my good girl, right?"

you let out a sound, unable to find proper words to confirm that, yes, you're his good girl and you'd do anything he asks of you, whatever it is he wants, you'd gladly do it.

your meek whimpers turn into a whine of protest when you feel jake pull out. he leans over, shoving papers and other things to the very edge of the desk. some papers flutter off the table completely but both of you fail to notice.

"lie down," jake instructs, pushing you towards the desk. you turn around, hoisting yourself up on the desk before laying down as jake had said.

jake enters you again, resuming his previous pace. pressure builds up inside of you, your eyes rolling into the back of your head with every brush of jake's cock against that one spot within.

"open," jake's voice cuts through the haze in your mind. you blink at him, unsure of what he's asking you to do. he makes a sound of impatience, grabbing your jaw.

"open your mouth," jake says, leaning over. you part your lips and jake aligns his face above yours. he gathers spit between his lips and before you can register what he's doing, he lets the liquid fall right into your awaiting mouth.

"swallow," jake orders, forcing your mouth shut. you oblige, your whole body flushing at the filth he's making you do.

jake speeds up his movements, seemingly satisfied. you gasp, grabbing onto jake's arm. he's holding onto your hips as if you were nothing, his grip on you so tight, like he might fling you around with no problem at all. he's fucking you like a man starved and you're loving every second of it.

"g-gonna cum," you whimper, fingers clumsily rubbing at your clit in an attempt to bring you closer to your orgasm.

"yeah?" jake responds. "gonna cum all over my cock, hm?"

you nod frantically, back arching off the table as you feel it approach.

"come on baby, cum all over this cock," jake eggs on. "so fucking hot, baby, cumming from this cock alone."

you cry out, a wave of pleasure crashing into you. your mouth hangs wide open, breathing labored as euphoria grips you from every side.

you hear jake groan from above you and you watch as your orgasm is fading away, jake pulling out and pumping his cock furiously. he finishes all over your exposed cunt, some of his cum staining your skirt.

yours and jake's breathing comes out loud, both of you spent from the harsh fucking you just did.

"fuck," jake mutters, rubbing his softening dick all over your swollen pussy. "that's hot."

you laugh breathlessly, propping yourself up on your elbows. jake looks at you, immediately bursting into laughter.

"well, damn," jake says, pulling back to survey the scene in front of him.

"that's one pretty picture if i've ever seen one," jake concludes, giving you a thumbs up.

you roll your eyes, peeking down to assess the mess you both made.

"shut up and help me clean up," you tease good-naturedly, sliding off the desk. jake smiles, leaning in to peck your lips.

"of course, my ever-so-hardworking secretary."

[raytoebiter]

꩜ִ ࣪𖤐 profiles ִ ࣪𖤐꩜

Yacult (scara's group)

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scaramouche - first year. everyone knows him as the son of the CEO of Raiden Company. has major mommy issues. known for his crass humour and style. some teachers have a hate-love relationship with him in terms of academics. despite being rumoured as a delinquent, he's actually compliant if he finds reason to oblige, that is. likes Punk Music and Yakult a lot.

childe - second year. everyone knows him as that “one tall freak” because of his humour and abnormal height for his age. ironically likes Sonadow but no one needs to know that. has a lot of connections throughout the school and even managed to befriend one of the master teachers in Teyvat High. easily became the representative and role model for the entire school due to his popularity on Twitter. got somehow confirmed in twt because of Scaramouche's mother. knows all the gossip and tortures everyone's notifications for it.

furina - first year. scaramouche's cousin. a “prodigy” in acting and has been offered to go to a prestigious acting school once but refused because she wanted to stay with her friends. The offer is still up though. just like Scaramouche, her family is super, duper rich. the only person Scaramouche trusts with his family issues aside from Childe. stays in touch with gossip. Is really, really popular among women (a girl’s' girl). empathises with scaramouche the most and is always the first to listen to him.

heizou - second year. certified yapperist who never shuts up especially about the latest gossip. also really consistent in academics. got a position in the student council to handle their Twitter Page and Public Reputation (PR). whenever things gets too tense, he's always there to offer some comedic relief (alongside with childe).

venti - second year. known for attending every poetry contest and winning each one of them. has only one competitor which is Kazuha. once got called to the principal’s office for drinking but then got sent back because they thought he was a first year in Senior High. everyone's favourite go-to when they need advice, whether about a relationship, academics (sometimes), problems or anything in general—he's always there like the wind!

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synopsis: in which your fate somehow gets entangled into a messy jumble between punk music in cozy cafés, intense rivalry, cherished yakults, parallelograms and quantum physics, competitions in contests and rainy days. Or in other words; the universe seems to fucking hate your guts for whatever reason and decided to curse your love life with your awful crass emo twink-a-fuck rival. The question is; did the curse work?

Taglist: @xiaomypookiemouchiepie , @raineyun , @onigirilaw , @ecinoriri , @localscarasimp , @potteraep , @shutingstar , @kaikaidenki , @starsacubi , @scaraenthusiast , @dazqa , @wraithisd3adinside , @x-hihihi-x

authors' notes - will i get cancelled for making childe like gay furries? perchance.

(ask to be added or removed)

[esggs]

College Major Headcanons:

[Extra content for The Homo Economicus in Love - noritoshi kamo x reader, cute college au]

Yuuji Itadori - Media Studies, on a full sports scholarship even though he's not too interested in sports. He doesn't show up to practice that much but carries the team in tournaments. Not really very academically inclined but everyone he meets loves him so much that he's gotten a shit ton of internships and work experience just cuz he's nice to work with. Stays on campus dorms.

Nobara Kugisaki - Fashion Merchandising (yay legally blonde). Another one who's not very academically inclined but does great at the practical aspects of the job. Gets 40% off on tuition, but has some funds from her grandma. also gets money from her fashion blog, part-time jobs at fashion mags, and manages clothing for photoshoots on a freelance basis (if she commits she commits). Saves on residence by renting with Inumaki and Panda.

Megumi Fushiguro - Computer Science with a minor in Math. Full scholarship and bursary grant by the college due to his shitty financial conditions (orphaned and destitute at a young age). Prof Gojo is his legal guardian. grew up in and stays on campus dorms.

Maki Zenin - Star Athlete, literally training for the Olympics. Her degree is in Mass Communications but she doesn't actually have to attend classes cuz the Uni wants her to focus on sports. Disowned by her family. Full sports scholarship and occasionally gets sponsored by sportswear companies. Trying to go pro.

Yuuta Okkotsu - Sociology and Anthropolgy. He enjoys talking to and meeting people and works as a part-time Journalist for local news channels to bring attention to issues like poverty. Gets a bursary grant from the uni, gets paid for and is decently recognized for his journalism work. Both Geto and Gojo want to mentor him. He talks to himself when he's alone but that's a secret.

Toge Inumaki - Architectural Design, chose this degree just for the hell of it, is a solid B+ student. Has a YouTube gaming and ASMR channel with 200k followers but is struggling to monetize it profitably. Got in on legacy admissions but gets a sports scholarship of 30% (he's pretty good at athletics)

Panda - ???

Noritoshi Kamo - Economics and Finance, specializing in Private Equity and Investment Banking. he's the heir of the Kamo Conglomerate. Full legacy admission even though he graduated valedictorian of high school and is the captain of the Archery team.

Todo Aoi - Quantum Physics. he's literally the top student of every class he takes. he keeps taking random other classes from different majors based on his whims. his genius was recognised and personally mentored by Yuki Tsukumo, but is now undergoing formal college education for the certificate even though he already knows all this and more. he spends half the day in the gym and the other half streaming Takada-chan variety clips.

Mai Zenin - Economics and Finance, her family made her take it. good at academics even though she's not super into it. legacy admission.

Momo Nishimiya - Literature and Creative Writing. She posts regularly for a gender and sexuality magazine. loves nobara's blog.

Miwa Kasumi - Computer Science with a minor in Software Engineering. She just wanted a degree that would lead to a well-paying job. Cabinet Member of the Student Council. She vouched a lot for Mechamaru/Kokichi to get disability-friendly accommodation. she struggles a bit with academics but pulls through with A- all around. Kokichi/Mechamaru helps her if she finds something particularly difficult to understand. has her own campus residence but has practically moved in with Kokichi.

Arata Nitta - Health and Medicine, focusing on Emergency Care Medicine. he TAs for Prof Shoko's classes. his sister works in college admin office. has campus residence but mostly stays in the college affilitated hospital, bit of an over-worker.

Mechamaru/ Kokichi Muta - double major in Computer Science and Mechanical Engineering. Another top student of his classes. Found it a bit difficult to adjust to campus life at first (not enough disability accommodation) but with Miwa's help he got around. campus dorm with Miwa.

Professors!

Gojo Satoru - graduated from top Ivy colleges, has 5 PhDs, and wrote 1000 papers and books, and is the one of the most respected physicist in the world but insists on teaching Intro-level Physics and Math. drives a Bugatti to college. highly competitive relative grading. prescribes his own books for his class. expect a problem set every day after class. gives a lot of individual attention to students tho, n is very nice in general. he'll accept a late submission if u bring him sweets. his lockscreen is prof geto?

Geto Suguru - teaches one class named Ethics, Philosophy and Law every semester. doesn't answer questions over email, only during Office Hours. great at explaining difficult concepts, his course is the one students fight to get into and say "opened their eyes". has a devoted cult of worshipping students, voted student favorite every year. his adopted daughters took a gap year to travel abroad and he talks about them in class. he always has sweets in his pockets?

Utahime Iori - teaches modules on Economics, Politics and Philosophy courses. great teacher, very clear explanations, bumps up the grading slightly (absolute grading) and is very accommodating as a prof. hates getting emails at night tho.

Shoko Ieiri - Shitty ass prof tbh but everyone takes her class cuz she gives everyone an A. teaches Surgical Anatomy. focuses on practical experience rather than theory. she has a no attendance policy and takes few very exams or assignments.

Yuki Tsukomo - Visiting Faculty, takes one super high level class Quantum Physical Theory one semester and comes back after 4 years. Independent researcher funded by the uni.

[reinedeslys-central]

kotlc things that I keep thinking about that are never really addressed by canon

there is a complete replica of sophie's bedroom and perhaps countless other rooms just. somewhere in a building in mysterium that the councillors just know about.

alden and other telepaths were instructed to monitor the citizens' minds for signs of dissent around the time the prentice thing was going down

they regularly torture prisoners and dissenters into literal insanity that they can't come back from

they also have a super weird prison only accessible by quicksand (????) to house said prisoners

there is an ENTIRE DUNGEON OF WEIRD LAB EXPERIMENTS DOWN BY THE VACKER HOUSE?

okay. how - how big is havenfield?

the entire thing with - is their name twix? the person dex was working with for something. why do we not get to see that more. why is dex the criminally underrated goated character and WE DON'T GET FLESHED OUT CHARACTER ARCS FOR EVERYONE

linh flooded. atlantis. linh song FLOODED ATLANTIS hello what do people think about that?????????? do they see her on the street and whisper? what's up with "The Girl Of Many Floods"? Where else did she flood?

What is up with the song family (tong? their name changed after their grandmother or smth got famous with their music right?) that both their children not only have two very powerful elemental abilities, but are also crazy skilled with said Talents.

why are music, art, and culture not a bigger thing? like yeah, plot, obviously, but that's just worldbuilding!!! I wanna see!!!! art hanging on the walls! Defying gravity! more sculptures! more music playing in the shopping centres!! If they have imparters why don't they have long distance radio? are there mandatory dance lessons? what's the etiquette like besides what we already know?

more animal husbandry at schools. speaking of schools: we KNOW foxfire and exilium aren't the only schools. are smaller schools more specialised? are their community colleges or academies dedicated to specific career paths? universities?

okay but the polyglot ability is SO COOL???? tell me about the archaic variants of the enlightened language. there's no way that's just the elves' one language and the other species picked it up due to their 'superiority' or wtv. the goblins have cities of gold and metal and the trolls age backwards, you're not convincing me of anything.

secret societies in the other species. that has to exist right?

.....is squall dex's mom or not? I genuinely can't remember.

anyway remember when she froze gethen's fingernails off, yeah that happened (I think)

so instead of rehabilitating teenagers who have dangerous abilities and not much control over their powers, we just do....whatever the council did with gethen, ruy, and linh ig

hey, um...are we just not going to talk about dex casually HACKING INTO A GOV DATABASE WITH SOME RANDOM BITS OF ROCK AND TWINE? he can just do that. okay. okay. that's - yeah, okay.

did he match a frequency or something? how does the signal network even work in kotlc when everyone is technically all over the world in unplottable locations and they get around by LIGHT LEAPING???

ON THAT NOTE. light leaping. yeah haha funny let's just teach our kids to casually break down their very particles and hold onto their consciousness to travel at the speed of light using quantum mechanics and crystals that are specifically cut to project light in such a way that'll take you only to a specific location nvm im not thinking more about it.

flickering? is apparently a skill you can learn even if you're not a vanisher? remember in book two when fitz got prissy at sophie for knowing how to do it apparently b4 we figured out that she's a teleporter

keefe is a fun loveable goofball and I've always been on the sokeefe train but now the more I think about it he's really um.... yeah, uh, sophie? darling, please just don't date any of these people. obv you can make your own decisions but at least not now, okay. take care of yourself hon

the fitz hate is kinda weird ngl. wdym you don't want your problematic traitor brother to move back in to living literally with your family after supposedly losing his memories and that's a bad thing? wdym your close friend/crush is hiding things from you when yall are supposed to be cognates and she's kinda gaslighting you since, forever? wdym your father's been shadily telling you to stalk this girl in the human world since you were a kid? yeah definitely he does pull some weird stints throughout the series. but the bigger things i see ppl hating on him for are. hmmmmm

the council themselves choose to lock away the government secrets and wipe them from their memories. hey, um - recordkeeping is great, obvious, but - wiping those secrets from your minds isn't gonna help you lead while accounting for those parts of history, is it? nevermind how dangerous it is when there are huge species-wide secrets that NO ONE remembers. society-threatening incident waiting to happen.

the concept of vociferators. that's just kinda funny lol even if it is weird

are their schoold for diff abilities?

what's the genetics of talent inheritance? why are 'stronger' abilities rarer? In my opinion, p much every talent is goated, I don't see why more characters aren't more creative about it.

banning talents is just a bad move. like. are you serious? how is that going to make it better? that's how you get brant. brant was a pyrokinetic, without getting into the primary issue of the whole talentless/talented discrimination discourse, the secondary issue is he wouldve been able to marry jolie as two talented elves. would he have cracked if his ability was just a bit better handled by society?

grady is a mesmer. how - that's a really powerful ability???? how do you even train to use that? what do you even use it for?

same with whatever that lady councillor is that tried to seduce alden during his own wedding. fun times, yall.

rainbow fire??? cool????

so we have the sanctuary, do we also have a gigantic library of alexandria-esque thing? a botanical garden?

according to jolie's wiki she died at twenty as a level 8 at foxfire. so... hang on a minute. okay, sure, numerically that could make sense since sophie, at 12, became a level one - but are you telling me she went through the whole matchmaking process and was planning to get married that young????

hey, here's an idea - in a relatively stable society where economy is great, trust funds exist, people work to have something to do with their lives, birth rate is generally low (now through prejudice as well as societal comfort and ease/cost of living), why are they marrying so young? WHY ARE THE KIDS STARTING THE MATCHMAKING PROCESS IN THEIR TEENS???? the elven society has p much every mark of a stage 5 developed country? help? middle-high school human geography??

if they apparently live so long, show me the funny messy family trees with couples having children generations apart.

so, trust funds of lusters??? lustres?? (which we barely ever see. why is there little-to-no use of money?) which equate to roughly one trillion USD (in value? are you. are you - um. are you....serious?) exist. but I guess inflation and relative currency value from mass money printing doesn't count in this world, as well as the fact that there's only one currency for all the elves.

I wanna see a divorced elven couple now. how does divorce law work??????

if there's such a low BR and low population and people are yet still encouraged to have less kids to 'not dilute the genes' (that's my next point btw), I'm guessing matchmaking is encouraged younger to make sure population stays stable/growing? obv you need it to ensure genetic diversity and no incest, but if it's heavily encouraged for elves to have children like this, are queer elves mandated to have children with a surrogate/other couple even if they have a same-sex marriage?

i'll probably edit this or reblog it to include more stuff (character limit lol) as i remember the books bc it's been a hot minute since i read them.

[whisker-biscuit]

Sonic Big Bang 2024

Close Encounters of the Grim Kind

Rating: Gen

Summary: Sonic did end up telling his friends about the Shatterverse, but it’s clear to Tails that he's still hiding something. In an effort to find answers and with Shadow’s reluctant help, he uses the Paradox Prism to create a device capable of jumping dimensions. When he sends it out, however, what was meant to be a one-way trip returns to him with a cryptic greeting from a stranger who seems interested in researching the dimensions with him.

Now, Tails finds himself trying to solve two mysteries - why Sonic is acting so weird around him, and who this unorthodox, anonymous cross-dimensional pen pal really is.

It's a lot harder than it looks.

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Chapter 1

The day Sonic finally told his friends about the Shatterverse and all that entailed within it, Tails had no idea how significant it would truly end up being.

He, his brother, Amy, and Knuckles were gathered together at the beach. The fox was in the pilot seat of the plane, adjusting some of the inner controls, while everyone else lounged about. They all listened with rapt attention as Sonic described the disaster that would have happened had he smashed into the Paradox Prism – the disaster that had already happened, if events were to be believed.

Frankly, it wasn’t very hard to go along with the idea. Weirder stuff went on in their lives at least twice a year; dimensional and/or timeline shenanigans sounded like par for the course.

“A bunch of miniature dimensions, huh?” Tails drummed his fingers against his screwdriver, thinking about the logistics of such a thing. Alternate universes were an aspect of quantum physics that he’d never delved very deep in.

“Yep! There was a pirate dimension, a jungle dimension, and even a dimension with five Eggmans!” Sonic shuddered and stuck out his tongue. “I always thought ours was bad enough, but then I met an Eggman baby. That’s one memory I’ll never be able to get rid of.”

“Did you kick the Eggman baby’s butt?”

“Knuckles!” Amy scolded.

“What?” The echidna asked defensively. “It’s a valid question! If that version of Eggman was still evil, then I don’t see why you wouldn’t also teach him a lesson.”

“Oh, trust me, he was definitely evil. Kicking his butt was extremely satisfying.”

Knuckles folded his arms with a self-satisfied smirk he tossed Amy’s way. She huffed and rolled her eyes, gesturing for Sonic to continue his story.

“There weren’t just other versions of Eggman, though,” he said with an excited gleam in his eye. “Every dimension I visited had new versions of you guys! Even Rouge and Big and Froggy!”

“Ooh, really?” Amy clasped her hands together. “What were we all like?”

“Well, the pirate versions of you all talked with these funny accents and were on a ship’s crew together. Knuckles was your captain but he was a big bonehead.”

“Hey!”

Tails smiled, going back to the wiring in the Tornado as he listened to the hedgehog tell them all about this strange new adventure that he’d found himself in. One eye he kept on his work, the other he kept on Sonic to show he was still paying attention, tuned into the rhythm of his brother’s storytelling just as much as the words themselves – and that was the only reason he caught the stumble.

Sonic was in the process of telling them how the Chaos Council had put the entire Shatterverse in jeopardy by punching holes between dimensions using shards of the Paradox Prism, and that he, Shadow, and an alternate version of Tails had stolen the shards back and were planning to put the prism back together. Then he paused, very briefly, and sheepishly admitted that they were unsuccessful before the Council had caught up.

That pause had been barely half a second long, but for the hedgehog it might as well have been a full minute. Tails stopped working as Knuckles began teasing Sonic for letting any version of Eggman be faster than him. He watched his brother carefully, noting the tension in his quills that the fox could only see from his place in the cockpit above. To the others, it seemed like Sonic was embarrassed about his failure, but Tails knew that wasn’t what it was.

Embarrassment was fidgeting in place and wanting to change the subject immediately. It was not standing rigidly with fingers twitching like they wanted to curl into fists, nor was it too-loud laughter at the ribbing his friends were giving him.

The fox quietly placed his tools in his lap and turned his full attention onto his brother.

When the teasing finally stopped and Sonic got back to the rest of his story, it felt different than before. More pauses, shorter descriptions of events, and vague answers to questions about how the Shatterverse was saved from ripping itself apart. The hedgehog’s expression was tight with sadness as he told them of the goodbyes he’d shared with all the different versions of his friends before he and Shadow found their way back to Green Hill.

“Don’t get me wrong, I was so excited to see you guys again – the real yous instead of those weird ghost holograms – but I also knew it was a permanent goodbye for them. All those different versions of you…they were still their own people, with their own goals and dreams and lives. I got to know each of them, and it was hard to walk away knowing I’d never see any of them again.”

“It’s not like you to dwell on goodbyes,” Amy said gently.

“I know. I just…” Sonic glanced up at Tails, then looked away immediately before their gazes could properly meet. The fox narrowed his eyes in confusion. “It was really bittersweet, in the end. I wish you all could have met each other.”

As Amy pondered over what her “sisters” might have been like and Knuckles pointedly declared that the other hims would have probably just gotten on his nerves, Tails’ namesakes curled around each other in a slow mimic of his flying movements. It seemed like the hedgehog was simply melancholy over the loss of his new friends, but it still felt…off. Like there was something he hadn’t told them, or even something that Tails had missed, that was obscuring the whole picture of his experience.

He briefly considered asking Sonic outright when they were alone later, then immediately nixed the idea. His brother was open about nearly everything right up until he suddenly wasn’t, and then pulling information from him was just as hard as convincing Knuckles to part with the Master Emerald for more than a week.

“Do you think the other dimensions are still out there even though you put the Paradox Prism back together?”

Everyone fell silent as they all looked up at the fox. Sonic’s mouth pulled sideways like he wasn’t sure how to answer.

“I mean, I assumed they are. Don’t really like thinking of the alternative.”

“I’m sure they are!” Amy was quick to reassure. “You can’t just unmake a bunch of worlds once they exist, right? And you said it yourself, Sonic – the Shatterverse collapsing only happened because the Eggmen misused the Prism Shards. All you did was make them whole again.”

Tails tapped the end of his screwdriver twice against the Tornado’s steering wheel. An idea was starting to develop in his mind, formed from a swirl of thoughts and his admittedly shallow knowledge of Quantum Physics. He kept it to himself, however, as he continued to study his brother’s body language and the tension still present there.

Just a few days later, that particular tension was gone from Sonic but the idea was still firmly in the fox’s head. He took every physics book he had that touched the subject, plus several that were “liberated” from one of Eggman’s laboratory libraries, and began researching. It didn’t take very long for him to conclude that no matter what theories he read about, or potential blueprints he began to draw up, he wasn’t going to make it very far on speculation alone.

If this idea was to become tangible, then he needed the Paradox Prism. And achieving that, Tails remembered with a grimace, would be more difficult than any mathematics he puzzled through.

He could only hope that its keeper would be in a good mood.

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Contrary to popular belief, Shadow was not particularly difficult to find. He was a creature of habit, much like Sonic. The real issue was that those habits tended to seem erratic at best and completely nonsensical at worst to anyone who didn’t know them well. To the average person, Sonic was flighty and never settled down in one place for long, and Shadow just couldn’t be found to begin with.

But Tails was not an average person, and he had a lot of experience in tracking down speedy hedgehogs.

There was a large waterfall in Green Hill that overlooked an even larger lake. It cascaded constantly down from a giant cliffside that was difficult to climb and get down from. Sonic avoided the area entirely unless absolutely necessary, but Tails loved to practice his aerial maneuvers there. It was for those three reasons – his many visits, the general seclusion, and the consistent lack of Sonic – that the fox knew how much Shadow preferred the place, too.

It was here that he looked for the black hedgehog first. He started at the base of the cliff, shielding his eyes against the sun as he peered up past the waterfall while lake water lapped just a few inches short of his shoes. After a minute or so of squinting and scanning, Tails caught sight of a dark figure standing at the very top of the cliff, arms folded and looking out at the scenery.

Excited, the fox began to fly up towards him, making his presence known as obviously as possible so Shadow knew he wanted to talk. He felt the moment those piercing red eyes snapped over to him. The fur on the back of his neck prickled by instincts honed from years of Eggman battles before settling down immediately afterward, recognizing the gaze as non-threatening.

That didn’t mean the hedgehog was happy to see him, though. Irritation was visible in every line of his face when Tails touched down a few feet away from him.

“Is Sonic with you?” Shadow asked, in a tone of voice that suggested he was going to teleport at the first syllable of a ‘yes.’

“No, he doesn’t know I’m here. I wanted to talk to you about something.”

One black-furred eyebrow rose in mild surprise. He tilted his head the tiniest bit forward to acknowledge he was listening.

Tails took a deep breath and took the plunge without wasting another second. “I know you have the Paradox Prism. I was hoping to run some tests –”

“No.”

The answer came so strong and curt that it made Tails’ mouth click shut before he even registered what was said. He blinked, caught off guard by both the reaction and the way Shadow’s entire body seemed to tense. It almost looked like he thought the fox was going to attack him, which was as bizarre an assessment to make as the realization that Shadow saw him as a viable threat.

“Why not?” He asked, thoroughly confused. “I didn’t even tell you what kind of tests I’d be conducting.”

“It doesn’t matter what kind; the answer remains the same. The Paradox Prism isn’t something to be tampered with.”

Tails resisted the urge to let out a huff. “I’m not going to tamper with it. I just want to learn more about those other dimensions Sonic was talking about.”

“Then ask him about them and stop wasting my time.”

The hedgehog turned on his heel and began walking away. The hum of his hover shoes coming to life threatened only a few seconds left before he disappeared entirely. Tails knew his one and only chance was slipping out of his grasp.

He didn’t think; what came out of his mouth next was pure panic.

“I think something’s wrong with Sonic!”

Shadow froze mid-step. The fox blinked and then suddenly they were an inch apart. That unreadable glare seemed twice as potent now as it searched his face for any kind of deception.

“…Elaborate,” the hedgehog finally said in a quiet yet uncompromising demand.

“W-Well, he told us about the Shatterverse, and you guys trying to get home, but I feel like he’s…omitting things?” Tails paused, thinking over the last week or so. “He’s been clingier, too. He wants to hang out with everyone more than usual. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him plan so many get-togethers before now.”

Bringing everyone together had usually been Amy’s or Tails’ idea, and Sonic always popped in at the last minute or stumbled into the group in the middle of a run. Now, he was asking them all to hang out so often that Knuckles had threatened to slug him if he didn’t leave him alone for at least a day.

“And then, yesterday…he got really upset when he couldn’t find me.”

Tails remembered it vividly. He’d made an impromptu trip to the nearest junkyard in search of parts for his idea, forgetting to leave a note for potential visitors because of how short the excursion was, and had come back to his workshop in disarray and one agitated hedgehog looking ready to tear down the walls in search of him. His brother had grabbed him in a tight hug without any words, visibly shaking, and had stayed with him in the workshop for hours afterward. There hadn’t been any explanation; Sonic had remained tight-lipped in embarrassment and so Tails had assumed it had to do with the brief loss of his friends during his Shatterverse adventure.

But putting that odd encounter alongside the clinginess and simultaneous avoidance now, it was starting to paint a much more concerning picture. The fox wanted to kick himself for not connecting the dots sooner. Hyper-fixating on a new invention was no excuse.

Shadow was still watching him. Tails took a deep breath and spread his hands out in an honest, pleading gesture.

“I’m just really worried about him. I think there’s stuff he’s not telling me, and I don’t know how to approach him about it.”

“What makes you think studying the Paradox Prism will help with that?” The hedgehog’s voice was flat but no longer as harsh. He had a funny look in his eye that was impossible to place.

“I want to figure out whether those other dimensions are still out there. If they are, I think it will perk Sonic up. But the only way I’ll know for sure is with the Prism’s help.”

Silence floated between them for a long time. Tails swallowed the urge to continue making his case, and instead waited as patiently as he could for Shadow to come to a decision. A myriad of emotions flitted across the other’s face, all small and fleeting and unreadable.

“…Fine. I’ll let you look at it.”

“Really?” The fox gasped, excited, but Shadow held up a hand before he could say anything else.

“On three conditions. One: that I’m present the entire time you’re with it. Two: that you do exactly what you told me you want to do and nothing more. No using it to power machines unless it’s explicitly for finding other dimensions, no tampering with it or trying to break it apart, and no additional investigations. I don’t care how fascinated you are with it.”

“Okay, I can do all of that. What’s the third condition?”

“That you don’t involve Sonic in your studies.”

Tails frowned. “Why would I involve –”

“Agree to all the terms, Fox, or you’re not seeing a hint of that crystal.”

“I agree!” He replied, quick as he could before the hedgehog changed his mind. “You’ll be with me the whole time, I won’t mess with it, and Sonic stays out of the process.”

“Good.”

With the deal struck, Shadow nodded once before walking off again. The fox watched him, uncertain, until he threw a glance over his shoulder.

“Are you coming or not?”

Tails didn’t need to be asked twice.

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And so, two hours later, they were both back in Tails’ workshop with the Paradox Prism floating innocently in the middle of a containment chamber. Shadow leaned against the closed garage door – which he had demanded stay locked while they were working – eating out of the can of raw coffee beans he’d requested when Tails had offered food. It would have been quite the sight if he wasn’t already used to the bizarre black hole of a stomach that belonged to his brother.

Maybe liking weird food was just a hedgehog thing.

The fox, meanwhile, was in the middle of making complex calculations as he studied the Prism, adjusting for energy levels and power output with every spike that appeared on his scanner. He was quickly realizing that developing technology that could reliably run on this energy was going to be a careful balancing act; it fluctuated sporadically in seemingly indecipherable patterns, and every sudden jump was volatile at best, downright dangerous at worst.

If not for all his research into chaos energy, handling the Prism would’ve been infinitely harder. Their properties weren’t all too dissimilar, now that the thought crossed his mind, and it took a lot of willpower not to get sidetracked by that line of theorizing. The promise he’d made to Shadow was one he intended to keep no matter how painful it was for his scientific mind to ignore every other possibility.

“What are you doing now?”

The hedgehog’s question broke the melody of furious pencil scribbling. It was a common occurrence while Tails worked; he barely even glanced up when he answered.

“I think I’ve finally isolated the most benign wavelengths of energy the Paradox Prism is giving off. Using that, I can power the interdimensional device without risk of it exploding.”

“What is this interdimensional device for?” Shadow asked, suddenly right behind him.

Tails absolutely did not jump, but the grip on his pencil went tight as he pulled back from his blueprints a bit to blink owlishly at his suspicious companion. “I told you already – it’s to determine whether those miniature dimensions still exist.”

“How is it going to do that, exactly?”

The fox resisted a great urge to sigh. “It’s just going to be a probe. If prism energy is capable of making things jump between dimensions like Sonic said, then even a tiny amount will make my invention cross the theoretical inter-dimensional barrier and hopefully tell me what’s out there.”

“Hmph.” Shadow’s eyes darted across the schematics laid out on the table. It was hard to tell how much of it he understood, but Tails had a feeling it was more than most people usually could. “Remember: only for this function.”

“Loud and clear, sir,” he mumbled with a roll of his eyes before he could stop himself. The hedgehog’s glare sharpened considerably, but he went back to his place against the door to finish off his coffee beans without another word.

Now that Tails had successfully found a safe power source from the Prism, it was time to actually build the device that would make use of it. He wasted no time getting to work – grabbing scrap metal and wiring and as many tools as he could carry, then starting the process of putting together his newest invention piece by piece. Just like with anything powered by the chaos emeralds, the probe couldn’t simply be built and then pumped full of Prism energy. Every aspect and every addition had to be tested for durability. If it could channel its power source without issue, then he moved onto the next section and repeated the testing process. If it couldn’t, then he had to rework his calculations completely until it wasn’t at risk of frying from a single jolt of energy.

A tedious endeavor, but one he enjoyed wholeheartedly just for the way it occupied his mind. The fact that success meant a new, fully-functional invention was just the icing on the cake.

When at long last the fox was satisfied that his interdimensional probe wouldn’t blow up the moment he turned it on, he swiveled in his chair to hold it up triumphantly. Shadow, to his credit, had not made another sound nor moved a single inch through the hours it had taken to complete the device. He peered at it with a mix of curiosity and wariness.

“Are you going to send it out, now?”

“Yeah, but first…”

Tails turned it around in his hands to reveal a tiny screen and keyboard on one side, pulled straight from Knuckles’ most recently-busted flip phone. He typed in a string of code and watched with a satisfied snicker as a message appeared on the screen in response.

– Hello Worlds! –

“What is the purpose of that?”

“Tech joke.” He placed a solid metal cover over the keyboard, but left the screen visible. “I doubt anyone is going to find this, because it’s supposed to only travel through the space between dimensions, not actually visit them, but it’s funny to think about.”

“Hm.”

If Sonic were here, he probably would have told Shadow to lighten up. Tails, on the other hand, was much more aware of the precarious state of their arrangement, so he didn’t do that.

Was definitely thinking it, though.

Before turning the device on, the fox double checked that its connection to the Miles Electric was strong and secure. Sending it out without a way to relay information back would have been a silly mistake to make. Confident that there was nothing else to be done, he flipped the single switch on its underside, and they both watched as it hovered out of his hands for a few seconds before disappearing in a flash of rainbow light.

Shadow eyed the spot where it had just been, expression tight, then lifted the Paradox Prism’s container with ease. “Keep me informed on what you find. I’m…curious, as well.”

“Okay.”

Their gazes locked for one brief moment before the hedgehog also disappeared with his charge – in a green flash instead. Tails let out a long exhale. He was exhausted but in a good way, like running a marathon and beating your best time.

He checked the Miles Electric. Nothing yet. That was to be expected; interdimensional travel was probably not as instantaneous as Sonic made it out to be. All he had to do was wait.

So, he waited. And waited.

And waited.

A week passed with no signal. Not a single, shallow blip on his radar to show that the probe had survived its attempt at escaping the barriers between their dimension and whatever lay beyond. Disappointed but not entirely surprised over the possible failure, the fox stopped checking for it as often. Every hour dropped to a few times a day; a few times a day dropped to only once per day. As yet another week began creeping by with nothing to show for it, he finally took the Miles Electric off his desk and put it away to make room for other, more pressing projects.

The device might have ended up a bust, but that didn’t mean there weren’t other ways to confirm the existence of the Shatterverse. Tails began sketching up tentative ideas for his continued research. He didn’t have any Prism energy left to work with, though, and Shadow probably wasn’t going to be as generous if he asked for help again. The power to cross dimensions was going to be the biggest hurdle.

Just as he was debating whether chaos energy would work as a potential substitute, there was a sudden flash of rainbow light to his left. The fox startled, whirled around with his hands up in preparation for a fight – and stopped.

Stared.

There was his device, hovering in the air. Tails’ ears twitched as the Miles Electric suddenly let loose a muffled cacophony of sounds from within the desk drawer; the familiar, loud pings that meant a probe had been successfully connected to. Stunned and unable to think of doing anything else, he slowly reached out to stop its hovering and hold it instead.

From the way he had grabbed it, the little digital screen was visible. Tails looked down at the message and felt his heart skip a beat.

[ hello stranger ]

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A/N: Several months ago I joined the Sonic Big Bang event, and today is the culmination of that event where we flood the fandom with fics and art! We are Sonic Fans and we cannot be stopped lol. Expect a chapter release every day until the fic is finished!

The fantastic artists paired with my fic are @currantlee, @phantom-howl, and @dewdropdraws. I'll link their artwork when it's all posted, please please check them out cause they're all wonderful! Thanks so much to @sthbigbang for hosting this and letting me participate! I had a blast!

[mortiezsmith]

He narrows his eyes a little and tilts his head, then leans in to smell it.

"oh !"

Mortie takes a big drink from the glass.

"-ts sweetened sourfru-t ju-ce ! - love th-s stuff . thank you !"

"its sweetened sourfruit juice! i love this stuff. thank you!"

"Lemonade?" :) -Quantum Morty (@therevivedcouncil)

um , maybe ? whats lemonade ?

[mammalsofaction]

Lunch Break

Rating: M

Relationship: Heinz Doofenshmirtz/Perry the Platypus

Add tags: Human Perry, mute Perry, Professor Time timeline, AYA CATU and MML s2 compliant, established relationship, they're married y'all, concerns about Dakota and Cavendish being fired, inadvisable sex locations for anyone but especially 55+year old men

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Perry has mixed feelings about the Clock Tower.

It was not, actually, to be fair. Named the Clock Tower. It was actually the Time Industries Headquarters. But everyone, including Perry and Heinz himself, called it the Clock Tower. It's a clever enough play on words, and they were both dads, at heart. 

It sat in the very middle of the Tri-State Area, a gleaming tower of titanium, gold and glass. It was largely sterile, cold and white, to match current aesthetics, and parts that weren't were gold or purple. It was beautiful, majestic, grand. On some days, it reminded Perry of the Stark Towers from New York, though he doubts their entrances were flanked by 10 feet tall marble statues of it's owner and founder. 

(And on others, it reminded him of a castle in black and vile green, on a separate yet parallel Quantum Plane manned by a twisted tyrant with a face both beloved and unfamiliar.

On those days, he had Heinz come visit him instead. They were both too old to be courting nightmares.)

We digress. While Perry's tastes may not generally align, love begged for compromises. Heinz would not be Heinz, if he did not demand for bigger, better, shinier, for bolder. In every universe and timeline, he is the same--Heinz was born for greatness, and he made sure everyone knew it. 

In the lobby, both people and bots made way for him. He'd preferred if they didn't, but Carl had laughed at him once, said that Perry had always carried an aura to him that  demanded respect. Larger than life. They would have made way for him even if they didn't (and within these walls, they all clearly did) know who he was. 

"Good morning, Perry the Platypus." Chirped N.O.R.M, in that familiar, cheerful sounding boom as he approached the reception desk. Heinz had been loath to dispose of his very first successful robot, even as the gradual progression of technology began to far exceed the capabilities of his initial body. He had the rust bucket stored lovingly somewhere deep within the basement of the building, Perry is sure: but the rest of his sentience, and computed consciousness was hooked to the entirety of Time Industries, making him their artificial eyes and ears all throughout every property on the globe, and some where there weren't. A gesture of pride and trust that had not gone unnoticed; it only took them 20 years and the development of time travel, but Heinz was finally proud of AI “son”.

Of course, the unfortunate side effects of keeping an AI that was so familiar with their history were names and labels so ingrained that they couldn't quite be re-programmed and removed. Perry had no complaints, and he knows Heinz feels at least a little bit of affection for them. How, despite everything, some things remained the same. 

Perry pats N.O.R.M's monitor affectionately, and pointed up. N.O.R.M beeps. "Ah! You are here to visit Dad." 

Perry chuckles, and signs freely, knowing that N.O.R.M would be able to read him. I am. Is he busy? 

The AI whirred in the approximation of a laugh. "Never too busy for you, Perry the Platypus! And it is almost Muffin Time. I have informed him of your arrival. Do you need me to carry those for you?" 

Perry looked down at his baggage; a folder and a take-away bag of take-out he had practically forgotten he was carrying. He thinks, and shakes his head. N.O.R.M beeps curiously, but complies with an easy, "As you wish, Perry the Platypus." 

The elevator empties as he is about to climb on, and Perry catches the eye of Dr Aloise Alpaca--one of his three chosen B.O.T.T council members in charge of domestic judicial matters. Aloise startles, and Perry raises an eyebrow. Instead of answering, the alpaca bows hurriedly, and clops away with the rest of the crowd. Perry hums, but slips in quickly before the doors of the elevator closes, and Perry slaps his watch to the chip Reader so N.O.R.M could grant him access to the penthouse. 

From outside, the top of the clocktower was simultaneously reminiscent of DEI as it was of Big Bertha, the old pride and joy of Jefferson County. The roof was a bulletproof dome of glass that could be retracted into an open space plan for the telescope and other large machinery that lets in natural light by day, and an unobstructed view of the stars by night. Four analog style clocks faced four cardinal directions, 3 of which portraying the timezones of each of Time Industries' major headquarters (Tri-State Area, USA; Greenwich in London, England; and the Null Island), and one, incomprehensible and erratic, which does not follow any sort of timezone known at all to man. 

When Perry steps out into the Penthouse, he finds his husband staring out the eastern clock, a one-way glass window looking out into Danville. The light of the late noonday sun paints him in strips of yellow and blue, bringing out the whites of his hair (more salt than pepper, now) and making him glow. 

He'd brought Melissa up here, once. Now Nicholson, not Chase. She'd said the backlight makes him look like an angel. She couldn't figure out why the comment had made Perry laugh as hard as it did. 

Heinz turns at the sound of Perry chuckling at the memory, his tired expression blooming into that wide, familiar smile that grows even wider as Perry circles around the imposing glass and mahogany desk to plant a sweet kiss on Heinz's lips. 

"Good to see you too, Schnuckiputzi." He said softly, and rolls his chair to the side to allow Perry to sit on the edge of the desk. "Ah, you  came here to cheer me up." He continues when he sees Perry put down the take-out bag, but sours when Perry pointedly takes out and waves the folder that had been tucked underneath his armpit. 

Read the rest on Ao3

Bad news. Perry signs importantly. Heinz groans, rolling his seat back close to his deak so that he is tucked between the vee of Perry's legs. Perry pats his hair sympathetically.

[therevivedcouncil]

COUNCIL SUCK IT!!!!!! THE MOST HYPOCRITICAL GOVERNMENT EVER !!!! I LEFT COW TURDS AT YOUR COURTROOM DOOR LOSERS !!!!!!

"Should we tell him?"

"...

No. We shouldn't"

[insert-witty-user-name-here]

WIP Wednesday

Been tagged in various WIP games over the summer. Thank you all 💕 I haven’t been writing much but when I do write, it’s mostly still about Ravonna Renslayer and her quest to bring down the Council of Kangs and rule the Sacred Timeline herself (thanks for asking @loki-is-my-kink-awakening). So, sharing a snippet from what’s currently called Chapter 2, Forging of Empires.

No pressure tags above the cut (And hopefully goes without saying but saying anyway- no obligation to read the below. I know it’s not our usual shared love of Lokius. Tagging y’all cause I want to see what you’re up to!)

@mirilyawrites @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @kcscribbler @dewdropreader @lgwilt @wolfpup026 @blackbirdofasgard @queen-of-meows

It was dark by the time they exited the High Council chambers, the sky a deep purple fading to black. The stars blinked into existence, fighting to be seen amidst the city lights of Chronopolis that beamed as bright as the sun itself.

Beside her, Kang snapped open his TemPad, his fingers moving furiously over the touchpad. “I can book you a timedoor to whatever location you prefer. You can return your entry visa at the security hub upon your exit. As you might have gathered,” his tone was clipped, “our deal regarding the quantum ore will take longer than anticipated.”

Ravonna shrugged. “It’s alright. I can wait.”

She made her way towards a bench in the High Council Gardens that overlooked the city below. The city buzzed with energy, just as alive as had been during the daylight, if not more so. Still, the gardens remained peaceful, the noise from the city blocked by a sound barrier. Sparrows gave their final chirps before heading home to nest. Crickets began their evening symphony. The air was heavy with the scent of roses causing Ravonna to blink—long and slow, the day’s events catching up with her—before she shook herself awake. She couldn’t lose focus. Not now. Not when everything hinged on these next few moments.

She turned her attention back towards Kang. He hadn’t moved and was staring at her with a suspicious look on his face. He closed his Tempad.

“Why are you here, Ms. Renslayer?” he asked.

“I told you. I’m here for my half of the ore. We had an agreement.”

“No,” he breathed. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Lie. You are not here for the ore. Or at least that is not your main objective, not anymore. Something changed as soon as you stepped onto my ship. I’ve humored you all afternoon, but my patience is at its end. So, I will ask this question one more time and take care how you answer it. You know what I’m capable of. Why are you here?”

With each word, Kang took a step closer. The very plants seemed to wither at his approach as if they sensed danger.

Ravonna didn’t wither. She straightened her back and raised her chin high.

“You have something I want,” she answered.

“Ms. Renslayer, please, I know the ore—”

“It’s not the ore,” she interrupted.

Ravonna ran her hands over a vine sneaking its way up the bench. It was tangled. Offshoots had sprouted and turned on themselves, threatening to choke the main vine until nothing remained. Ravonna plucked at a few unruly strands before clasping her hands back on her lap. It was too late for this vine; the whole plant would need to be uprooted.

“You’re right that I’ve been keeping something from you,” she said. “I know what this place is. Chronopolis. The Council of Kangs. I’ve heard stories—myths really of an organization that manages the multiverse.”

The multiverse. The word felt bitter in her mouth.

“Where others see the multiverse as freedom, I see chaos, destruction… death. The more we allow it to expand, the more destruction will reign. It is a disease that must be cauterized. This utopia,” Ravonna gestured to the city around them, “comes at a price. Peace, contrary to what others believe, doesn’t happen on hopes and dreams. It requires sacrifices. I know the sacrifices that must be made to secure it. And I suspect you do too.

“I’ve been looking for this city for a long time. I’d hoped the Council of Kangs might be the organization to which I could pledge my allegiance. An organization that could stand against the chaos threatening to consume us all but after today… I am less sure.”

Ravonna paused. Kang still hadn’t moved. His face was an expressionless mask. His body unnaturally still like a snake about to strike. She took a breath. Her next sentence was a risk, a calculated risk but a risk nonetheless. She continued.

“The Council of Kangs is a vestige of the past, complacent with the way of the multiverse and blind to the dangers lurking on its doorstep. They are out of touch, old, and tied to bureaucracy. I don’t believe they will help me in my quest to bring order to the multiverse. But I believe there might be one Kang who can.”

Kang’s gaze snapped up to meet her own. And there it was, barely concealed, but there. Shining brighter than the city lights around them—hunger. The desire for more; the desire to conquer.

The expression was gone a millisecond later. Kang leaned against a garden wall in a practiced show of apathy, picking a rose from a nearby bush.

“Why Ms. Renslayer, are you suggesting treason?” he asked. “I thought I gave you the impression that I am nothing more than a loyal soldier to the Council of Kangs?”

Ravonna laughed. “There is no such thing as a loyal Kang. I think you know that.”

Kang shrugged. “Perhaps.”

He stepped towards her, twiddling the rose in his hands. He stopped inches away. Heat radiated from his body—hot against the evening chill. Ravonna shivered.

“Why reveal this to me?” he asked. Suspicion mixed with hope laced his tone.

Ravonna plucked the rose from his hand. The thorn pricked her skin causing a small bead of blood to stain her suit. She paid it no mind.

“Does it matter? You don’t need to trust me. You’d be a fool if you did. But you can trust this. I won’t rest until I burn the multiverse to the ground. And I will succeed. One way or another.” She paused, flashing Kang a playful smirk. “It’ll just be easier if we do it together. So, I’ll ask this question once and take care how you answer it. Will you join me?”

A slow smile spread across Kang’s face. A dangerous, predatory smile that should have frightened her. Instead, a trill of excitement shot through Ravonna’s veins.

“It appears our missions are more aligned than I’d originally anticipated,” Kang murmured, extending his hand. “Allies?”

Ravonna took his hand.

For all time. Always.

The words sprung habitually to Ravonna’s mind. She squashed them down.

Those words were the past. She was done blindly pledging her allegiance to him. She was done taking orders. Ravonna Renslayer served herself now and Kang was simply her ticket to power.

“Allies,” Ravonna agreed, giving Kang’s hand a shake. “For now.”

And that’s all for now. If you’re one of those 10 people in the world who are interested in Ravonna, you’re welcome to check out Chapter 1 of Forging of Empires here. (No promises on if I’ll ever finish though 😬 just going where the writing muses take me).

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

What does the gallifreyan political & social environment look like? (that you're allowed to disclose without invoking legal consequences, of course)

What does the Gallifreyan political and social environment look like?

For this, I defer to my colleague ...

Guest Editor: Shaplinortyovatshuagu of Drome - Regional Liaison for Mutter's Spiral

🛑 Disclaimer: As a representative of the Gallifrey Institute for Learning and a resident of Gallifrey, I must remind you that certain details are classified or, in fact, altered from the actual truth to protect the sanctity of the Time Lords and avoid any, shall we say, legal consequences.

👑 The High Council of Time Lords

Ah, the illustrious High Council! Composed of the wisest Time Lords, the High Council oversees all matters of governance, ensuring that the delicate fabric of time and space remains unwrinkled. They're a bit like a galactic version of your human House of Lords or Senate, but with more robes. They work closely with the Lord High President, who, as the physical manifestation of the Laws of Time, ensures all Colleges fall in line.

📜 Laws and Regulations

Gallifreyan laws are a tad more complex than Earthly ones. Much of Gallifreyan law relies on centuries of tradition, overseen by the Lord President, the Chancellor, and the High Council. The Presidential Charter grants the Lord President near-absolute power, though all actions must pass through the Inner Council, which can override the President in emergencies.

🏰 Societal Structure

The Gallifreyan society is hierarchical but not entirely rigid. At the top, you have the Time Lords, those with the power and knowledge to navigate the complexities of time. Below them are various castes and groups, each contributing to Gallifrey's sophisticated society in unique ways. Each Gallifreyan is born into one of Rassilon’s Great Houses, and these Houses are affiliated with one of the six Chapters. A Gallifreyan’s Chapter reflects their personality and talents, and though changing Chapters is rare, it is not unheard of. Citizens enjoy fulfilled lives and prefer others to handle the big decisions so they can focus on their personal pursuits.

🧑‍🏫 Education and Learning

Education is paramount on Gallifrey. From the moment a Gallifreyan can walk, they're taught the principles of time manipulation, quantum physics, and, of course, Gallifreyan etiquette. Most children are taken from their families at age 8 for initiation at the Untempered Schism, where they are exposed to the raw power of the Time Vortex. They're then enrolled in one of the six Chapter Academies based on their abilities and talents. Only the Prydonian Academy can bestow the title of Time Lord, making it a crucial institution for Gallifreyan society.

🛡️ The Chancellery Guard

Gallifrey’s only real "army," the Chancellery Guard, functions more as a police force. Each Chapter maintains its own branch, but the scarlet-clad Prydonians usually protect the Capitol. The Chancellery Guard ensures the security of the Citadel and is always ready to respond to temporal threats. They are supervised by the Castellan, who has access to numerous security systems and is responsible for protecting the Lord President.

🎭 Cultural Life

Modern Gallifreyan society has almost no pain, suffering, or hardship, and citizens have no real unfulfilled desires. The arts are valued, with temporal sculptures, epic poetry, and intricate dances being common. Gallifreyan technology is telepathically operated, and machines tend to virtually every need. Food dispensers molecularly rearrange fungi into dishes, and fashion is dictated by centuries-old traditions, with robes being the most common attire.

🖥️ Technology and Media

The APC Net (Amplified Panatropic Computer Network) serves as the essence of Gallifreyan culture, containing all knowledge and history. Gallifreyan technology, often telepathically operated, includes telepathic holograms, memory wafers, and advanced security systems. Entertainment is provided by Public Register Video and Public Access Television, with over 87 million channels. Media consumption is done via plasma image media screens or in five-dimensional cinemas.

🏅 Games and Recreation

Gallifreyans enjoy various games such as Four-D Chess, Mindbending, and the Perigosto Stick Game. These games often incorporate their advanced mental and temporal abilities. Time Lords play these games to exercise their minds and entertain themselves in a society where much is automated and routine.

🍽️ Cuisine

Gallifreyan cuisine includes delicacies like Karmine pudding, Dactyl eggs, and the Flan of Omega. Beverages range from synthetic tea to Rassilon’s Red wine. Food dispensers provide most sustenance, and cooking is more of a hobby than a necessity. Traditional foods and drinks are consumed on special occasions.

⚖️ Justice System

Thankfully there is very little crime on Gallifrey! The Celestial Intervention Agency (CIA) handles many internal affairs, ensuring that laws are upheld and that any temporal misdemeanours are dealt with swiftly. The Inquisition oversees trials, with the Inquisitor leading proceedings in the Supreme Court of Guardians of Gallifreyan Law. These trials can involve witnesses from different points in time, making them as complex as you’d expect.

It truly is a wonderful place to be! 😃

Related:

What are young Gallifreyans/Time Tots taught?: Detailing what the kids of Gallifrey are taught.

How does religion work on Gallifrey?: Overview of the history and perception of religion throughout Gallifrey’s history

Do Gallifreyans have grocery stores?: Food and food technology on Gallifrey.

What’s on Time Lord TV?: Visual entertainment on Gallifrey.

What is Gallifreyan music like?: Musical instruments and genres on Gallifrey.

Hope that helped! 😃

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[lizzie-is-here]

HOLY SHIT ANT MAN QUANTUMANIA SLAPPED

WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD

holy shit

that was wild af

ok first of all, them not even being subtle w the whole thing being kind of a metaphor for colonization? our first intro to teen cassie being her getting arrested for fighting back attacks on a peaceful protest? slaps

i love her sm.

also the whole time i could not get over how great everyone’s eyelashes looked

i want the scott book so bad fr you can buy it through marvel

RYAN? AS IN BUZZFEED UNSOLVED RYAN?

I SCREAMED BRO AND SO DID MY FRIEND

the quantum realm looked so cool so things i thought were cool saga:

the manta ray flying thing

the snail horses

the hot general lady

the hot telepath

the sun jellyfish

um. the ant society? hello there are probs trillions of them what we saw at the end was a tiny fraction and i love that for them so much. you don’t understand that made me so happy.

WHAT THE FUCK WAS DARREN

HOWD HE GO FROM THIS

TO THIS

shit was horrific and when i first saw it i very loudly said “oh my gawd” in a full imax theater

ok but his death made me so sad. like cassie just gave him this great pep talk and he fuckin dies. what the hell. rip new avenger

maybe i’m just too emotional

hot general lady was hot and her staff could make people disappear

WHYD THEY KILL THE ROBOT DUDE NO

HE LOOKED LIKE RESIN

>:(

janet being a badass fr fr

omg my ear is bleeding

oh well moving on

that scene in the probability storm with all the scotts helping each other made me cry baskin robins scott slayed

ok but the rings around kang’s ship thing reminded me of the shang chi rings

and the ten rings were also emitting a signal, like how they all got into the quantum realm in the first place

the mid credits scene confused me lmao. i guess it’s the council thing from the loki series

BUT THAT POST CREDIT SCENE

ooh.

#let möbius and loki kiss 2023

but overall, this movie slapped. i say that about every movie but still. i loved the emphasis on scott and cassie’s relationship, i thought the special effects looked cool, and the creativity put into making the people of the quantum realm diverse but still very human was tangible.

10/10 good movie, though i do think it’s funny that ant man went from “thief that hangs out with his bestie in san francisco and occasionally fights with the avengers” to “oh my god he saved everyone and is now stuck with a very powerful multiversal enemy”

[raytoebiter]

꩜ִ ࣪𖤐 profiles ִ ࣪𖤐꩜

The Five Horsemen of Stupidity (name's group)

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[name] - first year. everyone knows you as their local academic overachiever who somehow manages to balance their personal, work and academic life. also known for managing to stay toe-to-toe with most of the overachievers in school. you weren't known to be competitive and was rarely dubbed as, “stubborn” until scaramouche appeared. likes Swiss Miss a lot, and also likes 80s songs.

kokomi - second year. the mom of the group. known for selling fishes online and joining every science, specifically biology, quizzes then placing high on them. was quickly recruited to the student council for her outstanding leadership skills and is now comparable to Keqing in terms of leading.

hu tao - first year. your best buddy. somehow knows anything and everything about what's happening in the school and eats off of your ear about it. you're not complaining though! also works with you in your grandma's café to help out. doesn't really accept bills unless needed. your grandmother loves her.

albedo - first year. your academic brother. whenever there's projects related to groups, you always managed to stay in the same group as him until he finally joined your friend group. teachers love pairing you up with him. oftentimes, both of you get mistaken as a couple and both of you make fun of it.

tighnari - second year. your quiz bee rival back then. always the one providing within your group. also has a really doting brother vibe, which is mostly likely due to his adorable little sister. had a dating rumour with one of the student council members (and is dating him right now).

— notes..

• First year; 17-18 years old

• Second year; 18-19 years old

• Third year; 19-20 years old

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───〃★Tunes of Your Heartbeat masterlist

sypnosis; in which your fate somehow gets entangled into a messy jumble between punk music in cozy cafés, intense rivalry, cherished yakults, parallelograms and quantum physics, competitions in contests and rainy days. Or in other words; the universe seems to fucking hate your guts for whatever reason and decided to curse your love life with your awful crass emo twink-a-fuck rival. The question is; did the curse work?

Taglist: @xiaomypookiemouchiepie , @raineyun , @onigirilaw , @ecinoriri , @localscarasimp , @potteraep , @shutingstar , @kaikaidenki , @starsacubi , @scaraenthusiast1 , @dazqa , @wraithisd3adinside , @x-hihihi-x

authors' notes - im gonna shit myself HELP this is so nerve wracking😭 hope i did well!

(ask to be added)

[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: Another Sonic?

At the beginning of One More Hero's first proper chapter, the other Sonic Tails had found wearily woke up tied up to a pretty unique punching bag in the lab.

Sonic?: What the...? A Tails zapped me... with just his hands?

He saw the Tails of the world he was in.

(Shadows by @becdoesthings)

CR!Sonic: You're like me!

OMT!Tails: Why do you look like Sonic?!

Sonic?: Because I am Sonic!

OMT!Tails: Then why aren't you dead? Why are your eyes green? Why are you taller? And why is your body, erm… in a slightly different shape?

Sonic? (unamused): Pretty sure you just called me fat.

OMT!Tails: W-What? No I'm not! Are you one of Eggman's clones?

Sonic?: No.

OMT!Tails: Are you a well-done robot?

Sonic?: Please stop it.

OMT!Tails: How about an illusion? (to himself) Can't believe I just said that...

Sonic?: Not even close.

Tails thought a little more about it, coming to a better conclusion.

OMT!Tails: Are you from another dimension? Where things are like the same as this universe but different? And you’re Sonic in that universe? But somehow travelled through to this universe, and you don't know how?

Sonic?: U-Uhhhh, wow. That was a pretty lucky… guess.

OMT!Tails: I learned about it in my open week at my new school.

Sonic?: Quantum physics, right? I’m from the, erm, “Crossover Realm”, you could say.

OMT!Tails: This is amazing! You can finally teach me to become a better hero, just like my Sonic told me to be!

He hopped a bit on the spot in excitement.

CR!Sonic: Yeah, then he died. I’m familiar with that sorta thing. (to himself) Godspeed, Plusverse Sonic…

OMT!Tails simply sighed.

OMT!Tails: Look... I made a promise to him.

CR!Sonic: Alright. Here’s lesson number 1, Tails. Don’t watch the mouth…

He revealed himself to be free of the ropes.

CR!Sonic: Watch the hands.

Sonic kicked the punching bag, causing Tails to get tossed against the wall unharmed and without getting hurt as Sonic went out the window.

OMT!Tails: Where are you going?

CR!Sonic: My guess, me being here is Eggman’s doing, and finding him will help me get back home.

CR!Sonic was about to run off, moments before glitching out and tumbling to the floor.

OMT!Tails: Sonic?!

Tails jumped out the window to where CR!Sonic was.

OMT!Tails: A-Are you alright?

CR!Sonic: No, I’m not!

He got back up.

CR!Sonic: Phew. Okay, seems like my body isn't really fresh with being stranded in the wrong dimension.

OMT!Tails: L-Look, I know this is all strange to you, but you've gotta trust me.

CR!Sonic: Listen, Tails. I don’t have time to become a mentor to an alternate version of my little buddy who has a version of me that’s dead! I have a lot going on in my life right now. Like, a LOT!

OMT!Tails: I g-get that, I really do.

CR!Sonic: Uh-huh, sure you do. Now, Tails, before I got here, did you see some kind of strange crystal Egghead’s been looking for for a while now?

OMT!Tails: The Paradox Prism? Kind of.

CR!Sonic: Goodbye!

Sonic raced off with Tails in pursuit.

OMT!Tails: Hey, wait! You didn't even let me give directions!

CR!Sonic: With the Prism, I can just touch it, get sucked in, find MY dimension, and get back to my life!

OMT!Tails: Ahem! It’s not that simple!

CR!Sonic: And why is that?

OMT!Tails: Rarely anyone even knows what that crystal's capable of. Dunno why it settled in this dimension in particular, either.

CR!Sonic: Oh, and what’s gonna happen? I’m gonna get caught by some council? Hilarious. Now, time to pay the doctor a visit!

CR!Sonic raced away.

OMT!Tails: Council? What’s that all about? Gah! Focus, Tails.

OMT!Tails followed him to one of Green Hill's caves, where the Prism was at, albeit partially damaged.

CR!Sonic: Aaaand… Oh, so THAT’S how I got here! You’ve got to be kidding me!

OMT!Tails: It’s already damaged?! Rats…

CR!Sonic looked back at Tails for a moment.

CR!Sonic: … You’re still a techno-nerd, right?

OMT!Tails: Yeah? Why?

He gave Tails the remains of the Prism.

CR!Sonic: Let's get to work! ‘Cause we're going to a Shatterspace!

OMT!Tails: Wha-? Hey, wait!

Upon returning to Tails’s workshop, the little kitsune had questions in his mind about the Shatterspace. Sonic, on the other hand, was eager to get this show on the road.

OMT!Tails: Right now, I have so many questions. What are we planning to do with this? And what's a ‘Shatterspace’?

CR!Sonic: Places where other worlds like ours are at. Interestingly enough, I ended up in one such Shatterspace where a Sonic existed, like yours, and if I'm lucky, there might as well be other mes out there now, alive or not.

OMT!Tails: There's other universes out there? Woah…

Tails was in awe, while CR!Sonic simply smirked.

CR!Sonic: No, not ‘whoa’! You seriously wanna check out a dimension where Eggy's got a friggin Council ripping off New York City?

OMT!Tails: Sounds like we've got a new adventure on our hands!

CR!Sonic: Don't expect it to last long. Though, depending on how long it'll take for me to find home, it may as well last long… but we've got no time to waste! I need you to build us a ship to get there!

Knuckles could be heard outside, hearing something going on in the workshop.

OMT!Knuckles: What’s going on in there?

OMT!Tails: Huh? Knux is outside!

CR!Sonic: Uh oh!

OMT!Tails: I'll keep him out of the loop as best as possible. In the meantime, focus on getting that ready.

CR!Sonic: Got it!

Sonic went to hide as Tails opened the door to his workshop.

OMT!Knuckles: Hey, Tails!

OMT!Tails: Oh! Hey, Knuckles!

OMT!Knuckles: How are you feeling today?

OMT!Tails: Well, a bit better than yesterday, at least.

OMT!Knuckles: That's good to hear. Sally was just asking after you.

OMT!Tails: Right. I really do want to be around her more, but, erm...

OMT!Knuckles: Some world-saving business you gotta do?

OMT!Tails: Yeah, that's it. Got some temporary dimension-travelling to do, and then I'll be back.

OMT!Knuckles: That's fine, little dude. Just stay safe out there, alright?

OMT!Tails: Will do! I'll call you if there's anything I need help with.

OMT!Knuckles: Well, see you later!

He gave Tails an affectionate head-rub before he headed off.

CR!Sonic: Is he gone?

OMT!Tails: Yeah.

CR!Sonic: Well, better get started on building that machine to get us to the Shatterverse.

OMT!Tails: Right!

The two got started, and were soon done preparing a special aircraft for Shatterverse travel, with the Paradox Prism fragment powering it.

OMT!Tails: Phew! All done. This is more complicated than I thought.

CR!Sonic: Alright, let’s get this show on the road!

The pair got the aircraft started up for their travels.

OMT!Tails: Do you know how to work this?

CR!Sonic: Long story.

OMT!Tails: Likely we're gonna need something to travel through this "Shatterverse" safely.

CR!Sonic: We'll figure it out as we go. Now, let's do it to it!

A portal opened up to let them through, and off they went!