#HE SUFFERED IN ALL MULTIVERSES

[killer-blowmybrain]

Have you ever thought that nightmare could believe that in other timelines or multiverses he could be the "loved kid" but just US know that this isn't true?

in ALL the aus that i've ever seen, he's always the same goop monster, and dream the same little positive skeleton..NOTHING GOT DIFFERENT. NOTHING.

guys he fucking suffered IN ALL THE POSSIBLE AUS THAT EXISTS

G U Y S.

[dimensionzero]

anyway every spider-man in the multiverse is alone except for miles. can anybody hear me

[sercphs]

⠀⠀⠀⠀Well, this was unexpected. For once, the Emanator is genuinely brought to a pause after this particular encounter. She got an answer, one that says everything she needs to know...

⠀⠀⠀⠀But at the end of the day, she doesn't understand it either. No matter how she looks at it, this quality stands against her understanding. Another human- No, he's something else, isn't he? A calamity opposite herself, one who's path could realistically invalidate her own... Is that why this confuses her so?

⠀⠀⠀⠀This direction she treads eludes her understanding, but she's already committed to it. Perhaps in time, she will understand these painfully human emotions she is now faced with.

[angry-glasses]

one of the things i really, absolutely cannot stand about the Evil God, is that he keeps lying

and like not even clever wordplay, or misleading truths to manipulate people, he just! lies!!!!!!

the bully at Bai Liu's school, i don't even remember his name, he was going to confess! he was going to admit it was his mother who told him to trick Bai Liu, that it was his fault, and the Evil God made him frame Bai Liu instead! and he didn't even manipulate him into it, use his desires to tempt him or something, he fucking puppeteered him! all to show Bai Liu good deeds aren't returned, and it's not even true, because the bully was going to confess!!!

the Xie Ta & Spades identity issue, he made it all up! he just lied, to both of their faces, at the same fucking time!

the whole, "you only ever wanted a hug" thing to Bai Liu, all pitying and caring, fuck, he almost gaslighted me, and then i recovered my braincells, because you expect me to believe Lu Yizhan and Fang Dian never hugged him??? in ten years?????? okay, maybe Lu Yizhan had ulterior motives, but Fang Dian never knew anything! HE made it so she never knew anything, her affection had to have been genuine from the beginning! and he just acted like it never happened!!!!!

he makes me so angry!

[aroacettorney]

love how ludger rejecting divinity means so fuckin little because even if he is not a "proper" god hes still the most op and successful character in the entire multiverse

[fellhellion]

seeing miguel takes that make u say aloud HE DOES NOT KNOW HE IS A FICTIONAL CHARACTER IN A STORY WHERE THE PLOT IS CONSTRUCTED TO ILLUSTRATE A CERTAIN POINT/MEANING BRO 😭

[halfxspider]

Nevermind, the shirt stays on.

[wydalenylod]

I just realised one thing about my characters:

1. None of them are cishet(most common are homos, pans, aroaces and each story has at least one enby. Transes are... Surprisingly rare considering how many of trans people I know irl)

2. None or romantic relationships in the end are successful(most common end is, one dies not long after relationships are established; circumstances turn them into enemies even if they don't want to be, but simply can't fight fate no matter how much they try; each thinks that other would be better off without them and they start to go different paths while holding memories dearly; they are incompatible and fuck each other over, none are abusers but HOLY SHIT THESE RELATIONSHIPS ARE SO UNHEALTHY). Love does not conquers all, love conquers nothing, love creates tragedy

I can't believe that I get so predictable with my characters. I think I should make a romantic plotline that would work out fine at the end for a change

[hollow-prey]

I'm not jealous of my f/o and their canon ex I'm not jealous of my f/o and their canon ex I'm not jealous of my f/o and their canon ex I'm not jealous of my f/o and their canon ex I'm n-

[collieii]

someone probably said this already but in spiderverse i think it's interesting how when pavitr was first introduced everyone thought something bad was gonna happen to him bc of how confident and optimistic he was. and then in the actual movie we see that something bad was supposed to happen to him (police chief dying!) but it doesn't! miles stops it! and miguel berates miles for this, says it's going to cause the universe to collapse or whatever.

there's this idea that tragedy is inherent to spidermans growth, and while it's true that some spiderpeople learn important lessons through loss, no one stops to ask, is it really necessary? yeah, maybe the chief was supposed to die. but why does spiderman have to be formed through tragedy? why do we (as heroes) have to let people die? pavitr didn't lose anyone, and he's still a good spiderman! maybe, if he doesn't suffer, he'll end up better off for it!

so while miguel is arguing for all this big picture stuff about saving the multiverse he's lost sight of what it really means to be a spiderman, he's not looking out for the real individual people. yeah it's just one person who would die, but that one person means something to someone. shrugging and saying "stuff just sucks sometimes, we can't do anything about it" is the opposite of what superheroes do. pretty obviously, miles arc is also a reflection of the struggles people face in real life, working within unequal systems, where it's easy to shrug and say "that's just the way it is" and not ask "but why does it need be this way? can't we do something about it?"

miguel is arguing that you can't have your cake and eat it too. presumably, miles and co. are going to find a way to get around that and change things for the better (and maybe that's why miles has that line about two cakes in the advisors office!)

[fanartka]

My dear @sobeautifullyobsessed , I can't help but re-reblog it with your tags, because your words are so true 🫂

[natromi]

Insomniac Nights

Prompt: “I can't sleep, do you mind a cuddle?“

Wanda Maximoff being unable to sleep because of her nightmares, decides to choose you out of everyone for a cuddle. You think she's joking, why would she choose you? She thinks you're cute for being so naive on her growing feelings for you.

Warnings: None because this is pure fluff! Maybe like a little bit of a possessive mindset at the end but it's vague methinks.

Word Count: 390, short one to start with.

Wanda let out a sigh as she rolled from one side of her bed to the other, her head on her hands as she contemplated fighting a god for her lack of sleep. She could very well fight a god or two if she wished, maybe she would choose to fight Morpheus if he so much as appeared on her line of sight. Alas, she didn't have the energy or the mental capacity to handle a fight, let alone with the dream man.

And so she sat down, eyes on the colourless wall as she got lost in her mind for a while. She thought about how unlucky she was to get nightmares, while you were sleeping quite peacefully next door. Maybe she envied your ability to sleep so much and so well, maybe she envied that you cuddled your pillow, and not her.

As thoughts swirled around her mind, she thought of what she wanted to do. Either she could suffer by herself and try to go back to sleep, or she could ask you, her best friend, and most oblivious person in the multiverse, to cuddle her. Because obviously friends cuddled all the time!

She made up her mind after a couple minutes (which felt like hours), standing up and walking quietly to your room. Choosing to open the door quietly, as to not wake you up, she found you reading a book. A surprised look on her face as she expected you to have been sleeping by now.

Too surprised to notice your stare on hers, she broke into a soft, shy smile. The darkness hiding her flushed cheeks, your silent motion for her to walk in allowed her to close the door slowly, walking over to you. There was a silent understanding of what she wanted, and you were perfectly okay in this thought to be platonic move.

You enveloped her in your arms, a soft sigh leaving Wanda's lips as she found comfort in your body heat, the way you smelled, and your tight hold as you went back to reading. She found these moments incredibly peaceful, that she often thought about how she could ever deserve you, her most prized possession.

But you didn't know that yet, you didn't need to. You would understand soon enough that she was the only one for you.

This is my first oneshot that I publish!! I hope you guys enjoy it. Feel free to repost, send a comment or just like this. It'll mean so much to me to know that it's being liked. (:

[loving-barnes]

LOGAN HOWLETT - VERSION OF YOU

A/N: Inspired by the Deadpool and Wolverine trailer. Inaccurate things when it comes to timelines and shit. Beware, it was not edited properly. Sorry.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

Warning: angsty?, attempt at being funny?

My stories are written for mature audiences - 18+!

Words: 2500+

Important note: Hugh Jackman!Wolverine (which means he's tall as fuck!)

FULL MASTERLIST | LOGAN HOWLETT MASTERLIST

LOGAN HOWLETT - VERSION OF YOU

“Do you think this is gonna work?” 

“Agent Smith said it would.” 

“It’s fucking weird, you know?” 

“A lot of fucked up things happened before. This is nothing compared to what I have to deal with now. So, ladies first.”

Wade pointed at the weird-looking orange door. He didn’t want to walk through them first. That fucker shoved Y/N right into the portal before he took a step forward. Coward. 

They appeared in front of a dive bar, during a bright sunny day. Y/N looked at Wade, well, more like at his masked face. “Wasn’t this place supposed to be fucked up?” she asked. “It’s too nice outside.”

“It will become in a matter of hours. Now, here’s the plan,” he said. “We’ll go in. I’ll talk first. If I won’t move with that stubborn mountain of a man, it’s your turn. Do whatever it takes to bring him with us - smile at him, have sex with him, for all I care. And, who knows, maybe we will know whether Agent Smith was right.” 

“I call bullshit,” said Y/N, cracking her knuckles. “I don’t know him. I think it’s a fairy tale he made up so I would work with you,” she said, fixing her tactical suit. “Can’t believe I’m doing this shit with you, Wade.”

He chuckled. “Come on, you love spending time with me, kicking ass, making men suffer.” 

“I will make you suffer.”

Together, they approached the entrance door of the dive bar. Wade was the first one to walk in. During the day, there weren’t many people around. Some people gave them brief attention but quickly went back to their beers. Y/N glared at Wade. 

“Our guy is right there,” he said, pointing to the bar. 

And there he was - their target - the man they had to collect to save the universe. Was it the universe or the multiverse? Whatever it was, he was crucial for this mission. 

Y/N eyed his back - the dark jacket he wore and how bent he was over the bar. The sadness radiated from him. Something was happening inside her. As if she experienced a magnetic pull towards him.

Y/N showed Wade forward to start. She was curious to see the man’s reaction. She sat at a nearby table ready to watch the scene unfold. Of course, Wade used a beautiful opening line that would normally get his assed whipped. 

“Hi, peanut.”

Y/N bit her lower lip to stop herself from laughing. This was Wade, typical Wade Wilson. Fucking Deadpool and her best friend. How the fuck did they manage to become friends? She knew him for a long time, fought alongside him and tolerated that dipshit. 

“Look, lady, I’m not interested,” the man said gruffly. His voice was deep, husky and kind of sexy. It made Y/N tilt her head. Interesting. 

It was painful to watch the interaction. Wade tried to get him off the chair, away from the bar before he could explain anything. Such a rookie mistake. It was time to intervene before Wade overstepped and jeopardised this whole mission. 

She got off the chair and walked to the tall, well-built man. With a smile, she tapped on his shoulder. He instantly turned, his weird metal claws already out of his hands, ready to fight. When their eyes met, she showed him her bright smile and teeth. “Hi, peanut.” 

His face changed from pissed to shocked in less than a second. For a second it lost its colour. The man’s mouth opened wide. “Y/N?” he said her name gently, too gently for her liking. “Holy shit.” 

“Ha, Agent Smith was right,” Wade laughed, pointing a finger at her face. It got him three claws into his stomach. It made him grunt and fell to his knees. “Ouch. That fucking hurt.” 

“You know me?” Y/N asked, not believing the whole story she was told back in the TVA. 

That question took him aback. “What kind of dumb question is that, baby? Of course, I know ya,” and his hands reached for her face, holding her cheeks. To Y/N’s surprise, she let him. “How is this possible? How are you alive?” 

It was Y/N’s time for her eyes to widen in complete shock. “Woah,” she stepped back. 

“It’s me,” he said, frowning. “It’s Logan.” 

Wade decided to step in, waving a hand at them. “I don’t want to interrupt this romantic reunion, but we need to talk to you, big guy. It’s important.” 

“You came here with the weírd-looking sex toy?” Logan’s eyes were back on Y/N. “What the fuck is this? The the fuck is going on?”

That made her laugh. “Ha, Wade, even he thinks you look like a sex toy. With Cable, we are now three who think the same thing.” 

“Fuck you, Y/N,” he spat back. 

The man, Logan, pushed away from her, glaring. His claws were in the air, ready to strike if necessary. “Who the fuck are you?”

“My name is Deadpool and this is my annoying friend Y/N,” Wade introduced them. 

“You are an ass,” Y/N glared at Wade.

“Impossible,” Logan shook his head, bumping into a wooden stool. “You are dead,” he pointed a finger directly at Y/N’s face. “You cannot be here. You died in my fucking arms! Who the fuck are you?” he raised his voice at her. 

“I’m Y/N,” she said. 

“Don’t bullshit me!” 

There was a sound of a loading gun. All three lazily turned their gaze to the bartender who was pointing a shotgun at them. None of them was intimidated by that. “Get the fuck out of my bar! Now! Or I will shoot you all.” 

“I think this is our cue,” Wade whispered. 

Logan grabbed Wade by the red top of his suit, pushing him out of the bar like he was a ragdoll. Y/N immediately followed them out, ready to step in if necessary. She wasn’t worried about Wade. He was immortal. His body parts would grow back. She was more ready to step in intellectually. That was something Wade didn’t know how to do. 

“Everyone calm down,” she said. 

“No!” they both yelled at her, already fighting like children.

Y/N looked at herself, reading this story and made a sour face. “Men,” she sighed and turned her gaze to the two men who were about to tear each other apart. A purple-looking mist appeared in her hands and she pushed the men away from each other. 

“That’s enough, gentlemen,” she said. 

There was blood coming out of Wade’s abdomen - the marks from the claws. She had to shake her head. Wade had his gun out, pointing it directly at Logan. “Will you fucking listen, you oaf?” 

Logan’s eyes moved from him back to Y/N. She saw how his stance relaxed. It was painful to look at her, see someone he lost. His claws retraced back into his hands. His fists clenched tightly, knuckles becoming white. “How come you are alive?” he asked. 

Y/N sighed. “Because I’m not her… me… uh,” she shook her head. “It’s complicated.”

“Fucking talk, woman,” he raised his voice. 

She raised her hand to calm him. “I can explain. But I need you to come with us, Logan.”

His eyes closed. When Y/N said her name, more emotions ran across his face. “How can I trust you? I can’t seem to trust my own mind.” 

Wade was ready to say something stupid, but Y/N quickly shut him up by throwing him away with her power. “Believe me, it doesn’t make any sense to me, too. I can give you an explanation if you will help us.” 

“Help with what?” he raised a brow. 

Y/N made a face, changed it to a frown. ”To save the multiverse?” she said it like a question, hesitant whether he’d believe her. “Before you say anything, I know it sounds fucking crazy. Trust me, I still have a hard time wrapping my mind around it.” 

Wade came running back. “That was rude, you know?” 

“Shut up,” she glared at him. “We need his help, so let me handle it. Just for once, Wade, I need you to zip it, okay?” 

He leaned closer to Logan. “She’s hormonal,” he whispered to him. 

This time, Y/N decided to ignore his comment. “Please,” she turned her gaze to Logan. “Will you come with us? Help us save our world, all of the worlds?” 

He scoffed. “I’m no hero, kid.” 

Y/N turned her head to Wade, then back to Logan. “None of us are heroes here,” she said. “Maybe that’s why we are meant to save everyone’s asses,” she shrugged. 

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose. “How come you are not a hero? You are the sweetest thing in this world. You are the definition of heroism and kindness,” he said. 

She made a face. “Come with us and we’ll talk about it all.” 

And he did. 

. . . 

Logan and Y/N sat behind an old-fashioned plastic table. He still wore his clothes while Y/N changed from her tactical suit to jeans and a simple shirt. The silence between them was awkward. The tension could be cut with a knife. His eyes scanned her from head to anywhere they were able to reach. 

There was a stack of documents and papers by her side. She grabbed them to show them to prove she was not lying. 

The door opened and Wade stepped in, out of his red suit. Logan gasped, horrified when he saw the man’s face. “What the fuck? Holy shit, that is fucking horrible. As if you were ran down by a Zamboni,” he yelled. 

“It’s disgusting, right?” Y/N nodded. But a second later a grin was on her face. 

“Ha, ha,” Wade pretended to laugh. “Can’t believe you two are laughing at a poor disabled man who happened to have his face fucked to safe his shitty life.” 

“That was your decision,” Y/N reminded him. 

Logan pretended to hurl. Y/N chuckled. “It’s hard to look at him.” 

Y/N smiled at her friend. “Could you leave us alone?” she asked. “I need to talk to him alone and, well, it takes time to get used to your face.” 

Wade pointed a finger at her. “One day, I will cut your tongue out,” he threatened. He was already on his way out. “Oh,” he threw her a little device. “If you want to show him something spicy,” he winked at her. 

Once the door shut behind him, Y/N exhaled the breath she was holding. “Now that he’s out of the picture,” she waved with a hand.

“Just start singing,” said Logan, annoyed. 

“My name is Y/N Y/L/N, but I am not your Y/N. I’m from a different timeline,” she started. 

“How are you, not my Y/N? You sound the same, you look the same. You have the same mutation,” he said. “And a different timeline? What kind of bullshit is that?” 

She shrugged. “Hey, I found out about all of this today, okay?” she then glared at him. “I, myself, have trouble taking it in. It’s crazy, it’s fucked up on so many levels. It’s not easy for me too, you know?” 

Logan huffed. “Continue.”

“This is going to sound crazy, so prepare yourself.” She took a deep breath. “I was told, and showed, that somehow, we are meant to be together in almost every timeline.”

“What?” 

Y/N made a face. “It sounds like a fucking fairytale.” Her hands grabbed the first folder, looking at its name. When she opened it, there was a photo of both of them. They looked the same. Y/N pushed her chair closer to him and showed Logan the details in the document. “In this timeline, we are both normal people. We live together in the Canadian mountains.” 

Logan took the folder and read the document. His eyes went over the photo. He shook his head. “Holy shit,” was the only thing he said. 

Y/N reached for another folder. When she opened it, she chuckled. “Here, you are a notorious mob boss,” she showed him. In the picture, he had an eyepatch over his left eye. “We live in Madripoor. People know you there as Patch.” 

“What about my version in your world?” he asked.

She sighed. “There is none. I said we are meant to be together in almost every universe. In mine, you don’t exist.” She turned to the documents and took out the one from her timeline.

Logan snatched it from her, reading through the words. “You are a mercenary?” he asked. 

“Uh, yeah,” she nodded. “Wade and I have a business together. He’s the only family I have. Well, Wade and his fianceé Vanessa. In the past, the Avengers approached with the offer to be in their team. I declined. That’s not who I am.” 

“Is there a world, uh, timeline where you don’t exist?” he asked.

“They told me there used to be one, but that timeline was destroyed a long time ago,” she explained. “Don’t ask me how that happened, because I don’t have an answer for that. You should ask Agent Smith that.” 

“Why do you keep calling him that?” 

“He looks like a character from a movie,” she explained. Her hand reached for another folder. When she opened it, she laughed. “In this world, you and are enemies that secretly love each other.” 

Logan’s brow raised. He read the details of their relationship. “You are on Magneto’s side?” he gasped. “I mean, she is… This is so confusing.” 

“Uh,” she hesitated for a moment. “When did you lose me? Or the version of me. You know what I mean.” 

“Haven’t you read that?” he asked. 

“Nope,” she shook he head. “I’ve got through a couple of those folders. I was only told that we were going to your timeline and that I was dead. Plus to get you out of there and convince you to help us.” 

Logan nodded. “You died…” It was hard to talk about it. “It happened a few years ago during a war that the mutants were in,” he said. “You died in my arms,” he cleared his throat. 

“I’m sorry,” Y/N whispered. 

“I live with that pain every day,” he continued. “And now, it is fucking harder than ever before, because here you are, sitting in front of me, but you are not… her.” 

At that point, she realised how difficult this experience was for him. Logan seemed like a tough guy. The pain that reflected in his eyes, how he avoided meeting her eyes more and more. 

“Everyone I knew is dead,” said Logan after a pause. “No one lives in my world that I care about.” 

Y/N bit her lower lip. “Logan,” she said his name softly. “We pulled you out of your timeline because it will be destroyed soon.” 

His eyes widened. “Wait, what? What’s going to happen to me?” 

“The TVA will present you with options. But if we save the multiverse, we will be rewarded. Or that’s what they told me,” she said. 

“It doesn’t matter. No one in my world is alive.” He stood up from the chair. “Let’s do this shit. I don’t want to waste anyone’s time.” 

Y/N put a small smile on her face. She wanted to show him more, tell him what they told her, what she thought of it. “Yeah, let’s do this.” 

[8-0mph]

Forbidden Dream

This is all of my Adventure Time AU in chronological story order. Thanks to my friend for proof-read.

Act I: Prismo and Betty

This takes some time after the events of F&C. Prismo and Scrabby inhabit the TR(TimeRoom) and Golbetty has gotten restless with her time in space. She decides to reach out to other multiversal beings, but no one wants to associate with Golb. She finally finds someone that puts up with her ..that being the Wishmaster.

Prismo is scared of Golbetty at first, especially Scrabby since he has a little bit of history with her. He scurries off or hides behind Prismo when she is in the TR. To Scrabbys surprise, Pris and Betty hit it off and become good friends. They find they have something in common, which is their “human” past. Theyre both mortals turned to immortals.

The duo start off by drinking and making fanfics together, but then Betty proposes the idea of making these fics “real”. Prismo is hesitant at first but lately he doesn’t mind breaking the rules.

At first they visit universes that Prismo considers safe. They treat them like vacations, and a lot of these worlds do not have the typical AT characters. Theyre peaceful docile places. Prismo gets daring, telling Betty that he wants to feel alive again. The two of them agree to visit a dangerous world, the Vampire Kingdom.

Notes:

- Betty chose her physical form to look like magic Betty because she felt it would be strange to appear as she normally did in the past.

- Prismos physical form is what he looked like as a younger human. He thought it would be more fitting for the “adventure”. Also.. He hates how clothing feels on him, so the see-through garments suffice.

- Scrabby is not happy about their friendship. He feels that Prismo has gotten even lazier, foregoing his Wishmaster responsibilities and even worse, ignoring him. The scarab thought he found someone that was happy to spend time with him for the first time, But feels like he has gone back to being the “forgotten” one.

EP II: Vampire Kingdom

Once Pris and Betty teleport here, theyre immediately caught off guard by a group of vampires that whisk Prismo away and the two are separated. Betty gets surprised by a starved vampire!Simon, who at first doesnt recognize her until he gets a good look at her face.

He refuses to believe its actually Betty and rather a wizard attempting to play tricks on him. Marcy calls his name and he flys away, leaving Betty stunned.

The vampire world is an AU where Vampires take over, but Simon never died and was able to stay with Marcy. Marcy isnt evil here. Simons crown was stolen before he could make a complete transformation into IceKing, and his sanity was kept in part to Marcy turning him to save him from a group of hungry vampires. One curse was replaced with another.

Marcy was turned at a younger age by the VK, but Simon saved her by scratching at the VKs eye (his face scar). Even though the King is furious at Simon for this, he thinks it is more amusing to keep Simon alive and suffering from vampirism. Vampires are starved in this world just like “The Star” episode, but Simon proposes the idea to wrangle human (and animal) survivors and keep them on a reserve to supply the Vampires with a food source. He inevitably becomes the person in charge of the Blood farms. Keep in mind, Simon did this to save humans, otherwise they would have been hunted to extinction.

Unlike the safe worlds PrisBetty visited, this world has most of the original cast in them. Finn is a survivor of the Blood Farms, swearing to kill Simon who he believes imprisoned him in there (which.. is true). The farm is surrounded by booby traps all around the perimeter, no one can get in or out without some level of flying.

Finn always managed to get close to escaping But eventually gets caught in one of the traps. The last attempt caused him to cut his own arm off to be freed and helped by Huntress Wizard. She is one of the few wizards to help the freedom fighters, a band of humans and candy people led by Commander PB. Wizards are hated by Vampires since theyre the few beings that can overpower them. They try to stay out of each others business But huntress is an exception as she feels that the vampires are disrupting the balance of nature.

The Candy Kingdom is fortress walled with wooden spikes and garlic (I thought it would be silly Lol). PBs armor consists of wooden stakes and reminiscent of Golb who she is a follower of. She has access to the Enchiridion and sees Golb as a being that she should harness the power of if the vampires happen to overwhelm her people someday.

The end of the story would involve PrisBetty helping Simon overthrow the VK after Marcy discovers the vampires ability to “drink red” instead of blood. They team up with the help of PB and Huntress. Simon never truly reconciles with Betty as his defense mechanism is to push any feelings of his past away. But he does have a newfound respect for her and tells her to visit him again. Simon will assume the role of Vampire King and free the humans afterward.

Notes:

- Simon is the only vampire dressing in traditionally “Dracula” clothes. Because hes a nerd and thinks its fitting.

- Marcy is raised by Simon here instead of VK, so she is a lot kinder and sympathetic to the humans and candy kingdom (even if she doesnt show it for a while).

EP III: Winter Kingdom

After the Vampire world, Prismo and Betty decide their adventuring is “complete” and attempt to teleport back to the Time Room with Prismos magic. This doesnt work out. Turns out, their human forms have been draining their magic slowly, making it so that they need to find a magical item to recharge. This being the Enchiridion.

This is a totally different world than (Canon) Winter Kings as obviously he is alive here.

Ooo has been mysteriously frozen over and put into an eternal Ice Age. There is hardly any life (apart from immortal beings and those resistant to the temperatures) so hardly anyone lives on the surface. Prismo automatically assumes WK is responsible, but Betty refuses to believe Simon would be the cause of this destruction. WK has a much larger kingdom with a variety of ice people, a lot of them more human-like in appearance. It seems like he is trying to mirror a human society.

Here WK has Bettys skeleton and attempting to use the cloning machine he has in F&C to clone a “real” Betty (which is why he doesnt have an ice clone of her).

The backstory of this WK mirrors my au version of him.

Prismo and Betty are briefly separated and I wont go into too much detail on the story. Betty gets the “safe” tour of the kingdom by WK and Prismo is left to wander in search for the Enchiridion. He starts to see things that point to a darker scene (fire people fighting ice soldiers, lack of any plant life, and ice clones of people who no longer exist). At the same time, Betty is off-put by WKs controlling nature. He reveals to her that he has been in a 100-year war with the Fire Kingdom “who destroy everything” with their flames, while ice “preserves it”. Betty is shocked to see the extent of destruction the Ice Kingdom has caused to Ooo and manages to slip away to do her own investigating. She eventually ends up in the room Bettys corpse is kept, which is the only place that WK allows plant life to grow. The Enchiridion was sitting on skeleton Bettys lap.

The two of them engage in a fight where he details his plan for her and Ooo.

Prismo manages to save her at the end of it. Up until this point hes been a pacifist in the story. They use the Enchiridion to teleport home and they end up.. not there.

Notes:

- I had a bonus page where Scrabby is reacting to PrisBetty not arriving back in the Time Room. He thinks they didnt teleport back on purpose.

- This page also has WK grabbing Bettys ankle right as she teleports. I was going to have WK teleport with them so there was some kind of threat. I am not sure yet.

- The fight scene was supposed to be a lot longer with Betty having the upperhand at first, But I didnt want to draw all of it.

- Winters appearance slowly turns back into Simon when separated from the magic crown.

EP IV: Back Home

They end up in Ooo where the magic teleported them into the sky, making them fall a great distance. They are a little injured, but Betty is mostly shaken by her experience in the Winter world. She redirects this into frustration at Prismo for not teleporting them to the correct place and that they would need to search another “sucky universe”.

Prismo is frustrated and goes off on his own to find another magical object. Betty stays put in the forest. When looking up, Prismo realizes the universe they teleported to was actually the main Ooo upon seeing the floating human city. He rushes back to where Betty was sitting, telling her to go find her Simon here in Ooo, that he knew that he had the Enchiridion in his closet. Betty refuses, knowing that she already said goodbye to Simon years ago and him seeing her again will only hurt him.

Prismo is annoyed at this but walks off, and Betty wanders around the forest until she encounters one of the transport boats that take people up to the city. In her reluctance, she hitches a ride. Meanwhile Prismo reaches a graveyard on the outskirts of the woods, he hides in the bushes and sees a familiar person, Finn, walking up and leaving a bouquet of flowers at the grave.

When Betty makes it up to the city, she explores for a bit before approaching Simon (who is signing a childs book). Before she could say anything, she covers her face with her hat and speeds off. He is at first confused by this but is immediately distracted by the kid again.

Betty is in shock and retreats onto the boat leading her back down to land. She eventually catches up to Prismo, who is kneeling over Jakes grave. She attempts to comfort him, but the words fall short. He asks her if she visited Simon, but Betty says she couldnt do it. At this point Prismo feels like he wasted his time in the Time Room when he could have been spending it in his human form visiting Jake. He remained trapped in the TR unable to spend time with the mortals he built connections with. He feels that Betty is going to suffer the same regret he feels after Simon inevitably dies.

In a turn of events, Prismo places his hand on the grave and it teleports them back into the Time Room. They are amazed by this, Jakes grave acted like a magical object would have. They temporarily celebrate before Betty is impaled by an angry Scrabby.

Bettys human form is heavily injured as Prismo and the Scarab fight in several rooms. Scrabby tells him that he alerted the auditors about their misdeeds. That they will both be locked away for thousands of years or perhaps forever just like he was trapped in the Time Room.

Prismo temporarily subdues Scrabby and goes back to the main room where Betty is. This is where he turns her into a fox to keep her hidden, and promises that her memories are all stored in her body dormant in Golb (Like how Prismos form is dormant in the Time Room).

Fox!Betty wakes up in Ooo, no memories, a feeling of disconnect from her body, and hungry.

End of Act 1

Act II is all about Bettys life as a fox in Ooo. Its a lot calmer and slow burn in comparison to Act I. Upon landing in Ooo, fox!Betty encounters posters advertising Simons* sci-fi series Casper and Nova. She is convinced he is knowledgeable about space because a talking dog told her he was.

*EDIT: Someone pointed out that C&N was written by Astrid (it is implied heavily). Pretend the posters are the two of them working together, maybe Simon helping Astrid write them since she is just a kid.

She starts pestering Simon at one of his book signings and he already dislikes foxes because earlier in the week, a band of them stole his draft for an upcoming book. Betty proposes that she will find the notes and return them to him if she can have a place to stay (Even though he says no, she crashes at his place anyway).

I thought about Simon giving Betty a nickname so that she isnt just referred to as “fox”, so she is “Sunny” since she really likes when he makes sunny-side up eggs. She really likes eggs as a fox that is her quirk.

Update 1/21/24: Sunny encounters Simon after breaking into his home and snooping around for clues. Simon ambushes her in the Golb ritual room, assuming she has come to steal the Enchiridion. Sunny explains herself and claims that she can get Simons draft back from the fox thieves. They go on an “adventure”. It is revealed that fox!Betty can transform into Betty only when unconscious/sleeping. Simon wakes up next to her but assumes he is hallucinating..

Post about Simon and fox!Bettys dynamic.

I couldnt fit all images into this post as there is a 10 photo limit. I decided to link additional photos to underlined text. If you want further context, check those out. I love reading others AUs and was inspired to do my own. Any questions can be left in comment. Thanks for read..!

[thebarneschronicles]

Navigating the Ordinary

(A Closer To Home Blurb)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: 1.4k

Synopsis: What starts as a lunch invitation quickly spirals into an unexpected errand to the local CVS, where playful banter about modern absurdities and a deep dive into his dating history lead to unexpected revelations. Between teasing smiles, lingering touches, and an embarrassing encounter in the Family Planning aisle, you realize that the quiet intimacy you share with him runs deeper than either of you might admit.

Trigger Warnings: Talks about contraception! Wrap it before you tap it, kids.

Author’s Note: Surprise surpriseeee... These two keep branching out like multiverse timelines in my head—every time I finish one story, another pops up, ready to be written. I’d love to hear your thoughts! Love, B xx

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“What are the chances you’ll ditch your research for lunch with me?”

His voice cut through the haze of your thoughts, making your head snap up from the monitor you had been glaring at for the past ten minutes. You had been reading the same line over and over again until the words had lost all meaning, blending together in an incoherent mess.

You couldn’t think. You couldn’t sleep. You couldn’t breathe.

Because every waking moment was consumed by the man currently standing in your doorway, looking like stormy weather personified, all brooding intensity with a permanent frown carved between his brows. Though, if you were being honest, that frown hadn’t been quite so permanent lately. It was all anyone could talk about in the office—Bucky Barnes had been downright chatty, even (gasp) smiley at times. And all signs pointed to you.

Your relationship wasn’t exactly a secret, but lately, it had become impossible to ignore. Especially after he had shown up with flowers on the exact day of your big meeting—just because.

Ah, the joys of romance with a 1940s man. He put any modern millennial to shame.

“Are you buying?” you asked, grinning as you pushed back from your desk, giddy excitement bubbling up despite your best efforts to suppress it.

“As long as I get to pick the place,” he shot back, smirking as you stood up and stepped closer. He didn’t resist when you stretched onto your toes to kiss him, his hand automatically settling at your waist.

“Just don’t take me to that Asian place and you’re golden,” you murmured, scratching lightly against the stubble on his jaw.

Bucky frowned. “What’s wrong with the Asian place?”

You arched a brow, deadpan. “The fact that you dated their waitress.”

He pulled back slightly, scoffing. “It was one date!”

“One date too many.” You grabbed your coat and purse before brushing past him with a smug grin. “Let’s go, Sergeant.”

Your acceptance of his invitation hadn’t been entirely selfless. After a satisfying meal, you had successfully maneuvered Bucky into a CVS down the block, iced coffee in hand (he was still horrified by the sheer concept of cold brew) and a mental checklist of essentials to grab.

He trailed behind you with the wary expression of a man trained to recognize enemy ambushes, his sharp eyes darting around as though danger lurked behind the towering shelves of discount shampoo. You led him with purpose, your destination clear: the Family Planning aisle.

Rows upon rows of colorful boxes greeted you, a dazzling spectrum of choices labeled with enticing phrases: glow-in-the-dark, flavored, ribbed for her pleasure, lubricated, thin, ultra-thin, XXL—

Bucky, standing beside you with his arms crossed over his chest, let out a quiet, suffering sigh. “You’re overthinking this.” His voice was low and rough, but there was unmistakable amusement there.

“I’m not overthinking,” you argued, reaching for one box, then hesitating and grabbing another. “I just want to make sure we get the right ones.”

“They’re condoms, not a major life decision.”

You shot him a pointed look. “Well, considering they’re for your life decisions, I’d say it’s pretty important. And excuse me for wanting to make informed choices about our health.”

Bucky blinked, then huffed a soft laugh, his lips quirking into a smirk. “Our health, huh? Pretty sure you just like torturing me.”

You grinned. “What do you think?” You held up a neon green box. “Want a glow stick in your pants?”

He groaned, rubbing a hand down his face before snatching the nearest box—ultra-thin, large—and tossing it into the basket he was dutifully carrying.

You peered inside, nodding approvingly. “Satisfied?”

“Never,” he quipped, the grin still firmly in place.

Shaking your head, you stepped closer, curiosity getting the better of you. “So, while we’re on the topic of your charming personality… I’ve been meaning to ask.”

“Uh-oh,” Bucky said immediately, the grin faltering just slightly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You couldn’t hold the smile, eyes scanning his front in a cursory look. “What is it?” He pressed, hesitant.

“Nothing, just—"

“God, I can see the wheels turning in your head.” He shook his head, looking up at the ceiling as if it, somehow, would hold the secrets of the universe.

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” you started again. “What was dating like for you back in the ’40s? You know, before all the… world-saving and cryo-freezing?”

Bucky tilted his head, clearly amused by the question. “Is that it?”

“Just answer the question, Bucky.”

He frowned, but it wasn’t the haunted expression he used to wear when his past was brought up. It was softer now, more contemplative. His gaze flickered downward to his vibranium hand, where his fingers absently traced the ridges in the metal resting on the basket handle. The harsh grocery store lighting made it gleam, but he barely seemed to notice.

“I mean,” you pressed, trying to keep the mood light, “You had to have been a heartbreaker back then. Tall, handsome, that Brooklyn charm—you’re telling me girls weren’t falling all over themselves for you?”

He huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “You’re giving me too much credit.”

“Oh, come on,” you said, leaning closer with a teasing grin. “You’re telling me you didn’t leave a trail of broken hearts across Brooklyn? I mean, don’t tell me there isn’t a little love child of yours lost somewhere around Europe, a little souvenir from your Howling Commandos days.”

Bucky stopped for half a second, then gave you a deadpan look. “Nope. Pretty sure that’s impossible.”

“Impossible?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow. “You’re telling me a guy who looked like you, traveling across Europe while fighting Nazis, didn’t get some? Not even once?”

He shrugged, entirely too casual. “Ever heard of abstinence?”

You stared at him, blinking in disbelief. “You���re kidding.”

“Nope.”

“How?”

He turned to you then, giving you a pointed look that was somehow both amused and mildly annoyed, like he was waiting for you to connect the dots.

“Oh,” you said after a moment, realization dawning. “Wait. Really?”

Bucky sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Look, it’s not like I didn’t have opportunities…” He glanced at you, expression somewhere between sheepish and apologetic, as if he expected you to be upset about women he never actually slept with seventy years ago. What he didn’t know was that, despite the utter irrationality of it, there was a tiny, annoying tug of jealousy.

“But… things were complicated. Steve and I had our priorities. Girls weren’t exactly top of the list.”

You snorted. “Listen, Steve, I get. Big ol’ virgin. But you?”

“Yeah, thanks for that,” Bucky said dryly.

“What?” you said with an innocent shrug. “I’m just saying, it’s hard to believe. I mean, sure, Steve had the whole ‘Captain America’ schtick, but you had the looks, the charm, the whole mysterious bad boy thing going on. You’re telling me girls weren’t lining up for a chance with Sergeant Barnes?”

“Guess they were more into stars and stripes than his Brooklyn buddy,” Bucky said, his tone light, but there was something underneath it you couldn’t quite place.

“They just didn’t know better,” you offered, leaning closer and bumping your shoulder against his.

He gave you a sidelong glance, lips twitching into a small smile. “Yeah, well. Their loss.”

The moment stretched between you, warm and lingering. His fingers tapped absently against the basket handle, and you could see the way he was studying you out of the corner of his eye—like he was still getting used to the way you looked at him, the way you were here, teasing him about something as simple as old dating habits instead of pushing him to talk about war and loss.

Before you could respond, an elderly woman shuffled past with her cart, her gaze flicking pointedly to the box of condoms in your basket before giving you both a knowing look.

You bit the inside of your cheek, fighting a laugh as Bucky immediately turned away, clearing his throat and pretending to examine a display of toothpaste with sudden, intense focus.

“You okay there, Sergeant?” you teased, sidling up to his side and resting your chin on his arm.

“I’m fine,” he muttered, his ears turning faintly pink.

“You sure? You’re looking a little flustered.”

He turned back to you then, slipping an arm over your shoulders and narrowing his eyes, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him, twitching upward in a reluctant smile. “You’re a menace.”

“And yet, here you are,” you mumbled, pressing a kiss to his lips.

His grip tightened around you, hand curling over the back of your neck as he pulled you in closer. He kissed your temple, lips lingering there as he exhaled slowly, like he was breathing you in, like he was grounding himself in the feeling of you.

“Yeah,” he murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Here I am.”

[pleasestayawayidonotlikeyou]

is it too taboo to request the bad sanses helping the reader during their period?

Nope it isn't traveler ;) plus I'm writing this on my period 😭

Featuring: Killer, Dust, Ted, Nightmare, Cross, Error.

Masterlist

Killer

Whatever you do, DO NOT ask him to buy you tampons or pads.

Why you wonder? Well because he's gonna call you asking what's your pussy size. No saying what brand, color and aisle it's in won't avoid it.

On the bright side, at least he's trying to help you! I mean, if you consider nibbling all over you and rubbing your tummy helping.

And he won't leave. He's there chilling and eating most of the chocolate he brought you, oh well, guess you're not getting much goods from him..

Dust

Just lays with you on the couch in silence, heat pad around you and hot chocolate milk on the table.

Let's say the truth, Dust has 0 idea what he's supposed to do, he's been a murder longer than he's been your boyfriend so you can't blame him!

Asks what you want him to do. I mean, he's not doing something for you when you don't want to, it makes no sense.

Ted

Oh. He has seen humans like this before...

Kidding he just smelled blood and knew you were on your period because of your sudden change of mood.

"So.. uhh... May I... Lick it..?"

Don't get him wrong! Orgasms do relax the female body and helps with the pain! Plus, he just may have a blood thing because of his past.. so.. a win-win!

Please? It's not anyone doing this, it's him! And Ted won't ever tell anyone about it, he has brought you everything you wanted and needed, so pretty please?

Nightmare

Mm.. yeah you aren't going anywhere that isn't your bed.. sorry darling.

He's seeing you in pain just curled like a ball, so of course he isn't letting you do anything! Rest until it passes that he'll bring anything you wish for.

Nightmare isn't kidding, fuck his brother and the rest of the peasants around, you're clearly more important than them and you clearly need his full attention!

Those heat bags? Already placed at your tummy. Want chocolate or any type of candy? Have all you want right next to you. Do you want him? Oh darling he's already playing with your hair and kissing your forehead.

"shh... Everything for my dear queen.."

Cross

Oh! It's that time of the month again?? Well, here we go again.

Cross doesn't waste time and is already laying next to you, massaging your pelvis gently while watching your favorite show on the TV.

He's asking how you're feeling from time to time, making sure you aren't uncomfortable when you both move.

Have I said he's baking a whole cake of your favorite flavors while you're sleeping to surprise you when you wake up? Yeah that's why the kitchen's a mess and he's covered in sugar.

Error

Nah he's not doing this. If you're going to suffer, suffer alone.

Leaves you in the antivoid. In pain. Bleeding. What an asshole.

Yes he prefers destroying AUs and spreading chaos around the multiverse over having to hear you complain about pain.

But! He comes back a few hours after with painkillers, tampons/pads and your favorite candy! So... A kinda win? Not really cause he goes away shortly after but at least he gave you something...??