#I feel like I've entered an alternative reality

[damnprecious]

I don't understand what is happening in biathlon with the Finnish ladies suddenly doing so well but I'm so living for it

[charmedreincarnation]

Hey, guys! I've been receiving a ton of messages in response to my last post. It's reminding me of how I first discovered shifting. I feel like doing a little story time since Ive just passed the three-year mark of my discovery, and I've been reminiscing with friends about it.

I remember being in a very dark place when I stumbled upon shifting. I was depressed, and very suicidal. Yet, there was this unshakeable optimism inside me that I was meant for an extraordinary life. Despite my mental state, I had a lot of knowledge of subliminals and the law of attraction (-_-). These gave me hope, but they weren't enough tbh. I didn't want to attract my dream life through practicing gratitude or becoming a magnet for my desires or whatever. Nor did I want to have to listen to subliminals for years on end to achieve my goals. My list of desires was so long, and I needed everything to change that going step by step and waiting years for each one to manifest just wasn't feasible.

But I refused to give up. One day, after a particularly hard day of being sad per usual, I searched on Quora for something like "fastest most powerful subliminals on YouTube ever" (Y’all 😭😭). Among the recommended sub creators, I found a video called "Desired Life: Reality Shifting". The description promised everything I had ever wanted: waking up with all your desires fulfilled permanently in short. It piqued my curiosity so much. Could I really just wake up with my dream life, family, house, wealth, all based on my scripts and imagination?

Growing up, I was a heavy maladaptive daydreamer. From ages 10-17, I created alternate lives in my head, telling myself I would go there someday. I was always doing SATs (State Akin to Sleep), and I think that's what kept me from ending it all. I was constantly in the wish fulfilled state, even though I didn't know what that was at the time.

Back to my story, I went into the comments of that video and came across a guy who claimed that after a week of using this subliminal, he woke up with a new life as a multi-millionaire living in his dream penthouse. I messaged him, and he gave me his Instagram which showcased his luxurious life. He had what seemed like a perfect relationship, he was very attractive, had so many cars, and travelled 24/7 while having a six figures amount of followers. He was living proof that this wasn't just scripting. Also the law of attraction community is known for their mad expensive coaching.. like hundreds of dollars per hour for questions and he was answering it all for free something I didn’t see the law of attraction community. And I talked to him for hours! He never got mad, he had proof, and he was kind, proof and the behavior of someone who really had mastered the art of life.

After our conversation, I spent the next couple of months doing research. I found numerous stories about glitches in the matrix, accidental shifting, people entering parallel realities, and eventually, shifting communities on platforms like Amino and Reddit. It was stuff I already believed in and did in my imagination; I just didn’t know there was a term for it.

Then I got reminded of a memory that I had seriously repressed bc it was so fucking weird. When I was 6 and my brother was 3, we were absolutely obsessed with dodo birds. One day, we were outside playing, and on god time seemed to stop. Out of nowhere, a dodo bird appeared. I know you’re probably like “maya be so fr rn you were a kid” but no, This wasn't just our young imaginations running wild - there was a bird that was huge, dinosaur-like, exactly how dodos are described in books and pictures we had.

Then things got weirder. Suddenly it started raining eggs. Big, large eggs everywhere it was so gross and my brother and I were a mess. We were young, sure, but not stupid. We knew this wasn't normal. My brother and I rushed inside to tell our dad. When I managed to drag him outside, he was furious, accusing me of throwing eggs everywhere. To this day, he tells the story of the time I "trashed the backyard with eggs." And every time, I'm like, "Dad, where would I get that many eggs?" We didn’t have eggs but so he assumed I stole them and we went inside for hours and it was magically cleaned. So he also tells the story of how responsible I am and how I took accountability for my actions even as a child. I didn’t clean that shit bro and I tell him that too and he just laughs it makes me so mad.

My brother, who knows I'm into reality shifting (though he doesn’t really believe in it), can't explain that day either. He often shrugs it off as a "glitch in the matrix," which honestly, well no duh it is a shift dummie. He does believe in manifesting but only bc he has seen me use it and he experiences the good things I manifest as well. They’re the same thing anyways but that isn’t the point

The reason I'm bringing up this bizarre childhood memory is because during my months of research into shifting, I found countless stories of accidental shifts, people entering the void, entering parallel universes, time glitches, examples of the Mandela effect first hand, glitches in the matrix and etc. It was like uncovering a myriad of experiences that confirmed what I already believed: we can change and choose our reality. I just didn’t know the phenomena had a name. Obviously in the future I came across other things like the law of assumption, the void state, etc etc but this was where it started.

I wish I had saved all those fascinating stories, posts, and blogs. I might go back and compile everything I found because they were so real and enlightening. It will probably take forever tho if I do choose to do that, but I think it's worth sharing.

In the meantime, check out this accounts of accidental shifts that my friend shared with me this account https://instagram.com/tessicavision?igshid=OGQ5ZDc2ODk2ZA== based off the Glitch in the Matrix subreddit which is also a goldmine of people experiencing similar phenomena. It helped me make sense of my own experiences and might do the same for you.

I don’t want this to be too long and I already got to the point I think! but regardless stay curious and realize you’re really not that special. I mean ofc you are, i mean this is not some tumblr thing teens girls discovered or created and isn’t even limited to “spiritually/manifesting inclined people” I think at the beginning of my journey people talking about accidental shifts and such, inspired me more than purposeful success stories because they really have no reason to lie and they were looking for answers just like I was.

[iamfarfromvibingrightnow]

Starkid love song lyrics are honestly insane

like

"He is at once familiar and unknowable to the frightened girl he meets along the way, and to the girl's surprise, something in his eyes beckons her to know him and inspires her to say "I want to know your story."

"Take me back in time to love you. Take me back when we were lost. Lost in love and lost in feeling, without the cost."

"She is at once a comfort and a mystery, to the callow man she meets that fateful day."

"I want to know how you see me, and if it's the same as I see you. With the colours of love on your paintbrush, paint how you see me."

"A thousand and one nights with you is not enough to spend, so let's make ours a story with no end."

"I wish that she could hear her voice, the way that I do when I go to sleep at night, and dream my life away, but she's gone when I awake."

"Take me back when things were light. Light my heart and light my shadow, one more night. Cause I already lost it once, what I already won. I've lost too much now to care, but I know that something’s still there. I'll never let you go."

"Even though I was blind before, I've realized there is so much more. And it was always deep down in the core of me. I know it now. And even though it seems too much to take, there's a feeling I can't seem to shake. I feel like I am reading the signs, 'cause I know that I'm coming around."

"They say you can't feel, with a heart made of steel, but you can't say that steel ain't strong. Well if that's who you are, just a meaningless star in the sky, tell me what is the meaning of what I am feeling if you are the reason why? Now I may be dumb, but where I come from, folks say they're fine when I know that they're blue. But you don't know you the way I do."

"Are we crazy, or did we just taste something sweet? Not sure what to think, but you helped me to see. It's not the outside of things that make them good, that make them bad, that make them anything. All you need is just a taste to start something good."

"This body's not gonna last, the air is cold and thick. I'm losing my last remaining hope for us. My hands are tied in knots and I can't come home. I wanna die in your arms in the evening glow."

"You and I were meant to be something more than a faded memory."

"Now, i still have troubles. I trip and stumble trying to make sense of things sometimes.. And i look for reasons, but i don't need 'em. All i need is to look in your eyes."

"What if I tried something new, and opened up my arms to you? I know we don't always agree, but they need you as much as me. What if I could promise more, than what I gave to you before?"

"I never cared for stories until you entered mine, and now my only wish is that our plots may intertwine."

"You look just like an angel and all I do is pray, that someday you'll hear my song and understand that all along, there's something more that I'm trying to say."

"The universe is infinite, and it’s definite, there’s an alternate reality, where it’s only you and me. Take me back in time to love you. Hold me closer than before. Heal my heart and mend what's broken, to feel you once more."

[perfectly-imperfect82]

Security part 2

There will also be a part 2 with an alternative ending!

Alex POV

I was sitting, talking to Christen, Tobin, and Megan when I heard the door open and saw Kelley enter. She took one look at me before she turn and went to join the table with the youngsters.

"What's going on between you and Kelley? You guys haven't spoke since practice yesterday" Megan asked looking at me

"We've spoken"

"Like two words" Tobin said

"We just don't agree on something, she'll get over it" I said looking over a Kelley who was glaring at me

That enough, I thought. I don't need Kelley attitude giving it away.

"Let's go talk" I said looking at her as she slowly followed me outside the room and down the hallway.

"What's your problem?"

"You know what my problem is" Kelley said with attitude

"You aren't still talking about (y/n) are you?" I asked causing Kelley to continue to glare at me as she responded "of course I'm still mad at you for that. You should go see her and say sorry. Let her met the real you, not the scared one. You may never get the chance to after this surgery. I mean it fricking heart surgery, she could died for all we know. And that's how you want to leave things with your daughter? You calling security on her?"

I stare at Kelley for a minute and as I felt all the emotions I've felt that I've pushed away reach me.

"She doesn't need me, she has her mom" I said sadly turning to walk away from her

"That's not what it looked like yesterday. She wanted to meet you. That seems like she wanted you in her life"

"Kelley! Don't you get it! I gave her up! I lost any right I had to be her mom or apart of her life that day." I said as tears reached my eyes that I quickly wiped

"You are the kid's mom?" I heard causing me to quickly turn and see Ash and Ali standing their in shock

"You aren't wrong, you did give up your right to be her mom. You didn't however give up your rights to be a part of her life, especially if she reached out to you" ash said

"I have to fix this" I said

"And we will help you" Ali said —————————————————

I ran as fast as I could to through the hospital, looking for (y/n) or her mom. I had to make it to her before her surgery, I had to let her know I was sorry.

I felt my lungs burn as ran, dodging people and things as I went. Ignoring the shouts to slow down or stop running. My only thought was to her reach her.

I round the corner and felt my heart rate increase even more and I felt sick to my stomach at the sight in front of me.

(Y/n) mom was in tears as the doctor held her.

"No, my baby" I hear her cry out repeatedly as the doctor continued to comfortable her.

I felt my throat tighten, as the realization of this means hit me. I'm too late. She already in surgery and she didn't make it. I'll never get to talk to her, build a relationship with her, see her grow up

The first sob ripped through my body as I fell to the ground with tears starting to fall down my face.

"I didn't make" I sobbed out as I felt someone pull me them as I felt there tears fall on to my shoulder

"I'm too late" I continue turning to look at who is holding them. I looked to see Kelley holding me as tears feel down her face as she looked at me.

"Alex" I heard Allie say as she gentle help me to my feet as (y/n) mom made her way to us with tears streaming down her face

She looked at me with a look of disgust.

"Now you decide to show up. Once she dead. You couldn't have figured this out yesterday after you called security on her or this morning before she went into surgery. To think that when I signed her adoption papers and made the amendment that if someday you realized your mistake of giving up a wonderful daughter. That I would give her back. You parents thought for sure that I would have her two years max. That you would come back for your daughter. How wrong we were." She said said causing more tears to come to my eyes as she put reality in to perspective for me.

I had know I could take her back, but I never did. I selfishly put soccer over my daughter. I put my life before my daughters.

"You know, she went into that surgery thinking you didn't love her. That's she was a mistake and should have never been born. I worked years to get those thoughts out of her head when she was younger and it took one conversation with you to pull them all back. I held her as she cried over it last night. A night that should have been calm and maybe full of nerves for her surgery today. You did that Alex and now you have to live with that for the rest of your life" she said as more tears fell down my face as angry rose in me as she walked away with the doctor

Angry at all my decisions, angry for making a young girl feel like a mistake, angry for never realizing what I gave up.

"Alex" Kelley said gently and I knew she was worried for my reaction

"We should go" Tobin said moving slowly to help guide me out but as soon as her and Kelley touched me, all my angry exploded

"DONT" I yelled shoving there hands away

"I fucked up" I said angrily pushing them away I went to move away from them, not sure to where I was heading

"I fucked when I gave her up! I continued to fuck over the years but not getting her back. I fucked up by calling security on her." I said angrily at them as I saw everyone worried faces, most of them having tears coming down there faces

"I managed to fuck up by not getting her in enough time to tell her I've always loved her. That my biggest regret was never getting her back. Now it's to late" I mumbled as all the anger left me and numbing feeling took over my body.

I would never forgive myself for this.

[nachosforfree]

I know he's literally a Skeleton so it doesn't matter really but whenever people draw sans like this

I feel like I've entered some strange alternate reality

Like yes he's literal bones and yes he is a fat man the two can co-exist and THEY DO. 2 ME

[scribblestatic]

I've been on my Sonic the Hedgehog brainrot since I was a kid, and it's not stopping anytime soon, so how about I write an AU where Sonic is actually Maria reincarnated just because I think that's fun?

Because Shadow kinda forgot that she was a person. Don't get me wrong—he remembers her lovingly, but perhaps due to time or perhaps from Prof. Robotnik messing with his memories, he remembers Maria as a beautiful, healthy-looking girl who spoke with kindness and peace. A balm on his hurt and pain for not being able to heal her despite being the ultimate lifeform.

In reality, Maria was a person. Someone with flaws. Someone more than sad softness and peaceful smiles.

Maria was angry. She was in pain. Her skin was pale, not from some sort of natural beauty, but from illness. She had dark circles under her eyes. She had the Robotnik nose and wore glasses to help with her eyesight on days it went blurry (never quite as 'pretty' as the pictures of Prof. Robotnik's late wife). She didn't wear them all the time, but she wore them more than Shadow's memory would allow.

Her fury came out in her words, full of snark and bite, and she'd use her intelligence to dig in deep. And she'd just as deeply apologize when she went too far, knowing her pain wasn't an excuse to be cruel.

She liked pigs in a blanket when she had her cheat days. She liked fiddling with Shadow's air shoes and improving them, glasses on to protect her sensitive eyes. She wanted to enter the bio-zone of the ARK, but was staunchly prevented from doing so, unable to sit in the flowers and greenery she saw within.

She was jealous of Shadow. Of his speed, power, might. Of his health. But she cared for him more than she was jealous, because she truly did love him.

She wasn't always right with some of the things she said or did, but she did her best to do what she thought was right. She sometimes fussed despite alternative solutions being logically better. She hid her pain as much as possible, not wanting to be seen as weak anymore. She hated being around other people for very long because they'd always look at her with pity. She wanted to be sociable, to be strong.

She'd give up her intellect if it meant she could touch grass even once.

She wanted, desperately, to go to Earth. And she died, sacrificing herself to save Shadow, with no regrets. Though she never stood on Earth, the fact Shadow would make it there was more than good enough for her.

And she died.

Years later, Sonic was born.

He grew up on his own for the most part, his parents mere fuzzy silhouettes in his memory. Even so, Sonic was fine with that. He could adapt to anything. His high amounts of Chaos energy helped him immensely.

His favorite food for a long was anything to do with sausages, though that evolved further once he was introduced to chili dogs. In his free time, which is often, he loves rolling in flowers and laying out in the quiet, simply enjoying the Earth and the soft thrumming of the energy around him.

Since he didn't grow up with a formal education, he's not the most book smart. Even so, with some learning from the locals, he knew enough to build and fly a plane all on his own despite being a kid. Still, he found he enjoyed spending more time moving around. Being a bookworm was good and all, he just preferred the joy and rush of adrenaline that came with running.

Because he's fast. He's so fast.

He always knows which direction he's facing and knows, to the centimeter, how far he as to run to get from one place to another. He remembers each place he's been and learns extremely detailed information about every location. He finds hidden routes and has quick reflexes to navigate around anywhere. He adapts to just about anything with ease.

That's how he adapts to Tails following him around, to being his big brother and dad at the same time. That's how he adapts to fighting off Eggman and his robots, crushing them with ease and power, feeling the thrill of it. That's how he adapts to speaking with others once he finds his voice, being snarky and prideful but just as easygoing.

He's adapted to a lot over the years. To getting to know Amy and Knuckles and the others he's grown to care for and love. To growing further into his powers and becoming even stronger. To fighting and befriending people from every walk of life. To seeing robots as their own beings and teaming up with the ones that are able to excel beyond their programming. To his playful friendship with Rouge, joking around with dramatics; to his vague understanding with Omega, who he doesn't mind helping; to his rivalry with Shadow, who produces so many different feelings in him, some that he's never felt before, others that he's felt forever.

The one thing he hasn't quite adapted to, though, is the strange little visions he saw after looking at the scrawled writing in Prof. Robotnik's cell. Flashes of something deep within pulled, briefly, to the surface. Like he's watching through the glasses he used to wear when he was very young and his fur was still brown, eyes still black.

They become more frequent, though they don't startle him, really. Sometimes, they come in dreams he only half-remembers by the time he wakes up, the thoughts almost completely fading after an hour or two. He doesn't really bother exploring it, not right now, anyway.

I'll continue this at some point, I think.

[robvandamdatass]

today pluto left capricorn, and entered aquarius where it will be for the next twenty years. i felt the transition .. or maybe it was sleep deprivation. either way, i'm feeling bittersweet about it. here are some unorganized reflections about this time for me:

in astrology, pluto represents transformations and rebirth to whatever it touches. in capricorn, which represents societal structures and government, i think we've all witnessed and woke up to the fuckery of it all.

pluto entered capricorn back in 2008. sixteen years ago! i was either 16 or 17. while in capricorn, pluto transited my seventh house of relationships (whole sign- this could mean any form of relationships. platonic, intimate, enemies, etc.), and transiting my eighth house of death/taxes (placidus- from feb 2019 on until current day where it will journey for the next ten years i believe), really anything money and paperwork related. i guided my mom on how to handle money during this time/mainly 2020 and i began to save for the first time in my life.

a lot has happened to me personally during this time frame, and i grew in so many ways that i cannot articulate. even when i was fighting change, felt unsure or confused, i eventually surrendered to the realities of life and watch society change and crumble around (and not benefit) me at the same time. it was for the best. i had to learn to trust myself in making decisions and to prove to my authoritarian counterparts that i can be trusted in those decisions. being a female, you're forever viewed as inferior and no one ever takes you seriously until its too late. its something i've been challenging since i was 10.

i made many unforgettable connections. i met people i look up to, and engaged in conversations with them (i still can't get over peter buck from rem and meeting s club omgomgomg) and even formed friendships. if you know me irl, i am reserved and uncomfortably shy with a resting bitch face. i look unapproachable. but i am far from this. i realize, everyone is human and feels like this as well. no matter their position in life.

i lost a few friendships too. one in particular was incredibly difficult. but that's when i knew i had to set BOUNDARIES on how i wanted to be treated, and remain firm in them. change was coming at me in different ways. i'm pretty sure the election that year was the culprit as well.

paramore's "after laughter" woke me tf up to a lot of the mentioned above. i cried many nights to that album. i finally understood why i was feeling the way i was. it is still on constant replay to this day.

in january 2017 i was diagnosed with PCOS (polycystic ovarian syndrome). a chronic hormonal disorder where my ovaries became enlarged and formed small cysts to the outer edges of my ovaries. this put me at risk of diabetes, high cholesterol and infertility.

i began to have irregular bleeding around feb 2011. i was 19 omw to 20. i was having menstrual cycles/periods that lasted more than one month. the longest i experienced had to be approaching three months. i went to the hospital where they tried pushing birth control at me. i refused this as an option. i was not sexually active. why would i use something not for its intended use? i knew the risk of taking birth control, especially as a black woman, how it would react to my body (blood clots, weight gain and other complications). i also knew whatever was happening to my body, BC would further complicate it. i ended up researching home remedies and alternatives, and it worked for a few years. i kept track of how long my periods lasted and/or when i missed cycles. but eventually the irregular bleeding returned in late 2016. pushing one of my many fears aside. i went to the gynecologist for the first time where i was diagnosed.

i was at my highest weight, depressed and ready to end my life. my mom, bless her, guided and reassured me i can and will get better. her unwavering support of me, not only during this time, just in general, is unfathomable. i'm an anxious mess.

i had only told a few people about this. mind you, i was still reeling from the end of said friendships and my trust in people, even to those closest to me, was nonexistent at this time.

i thought it was the end of my dream before it even began. i wanted to be able to have children in a "traditional" way one day. as a child of adoption, in my head, i wanted to prove i can do something natural and right in my lifetime. as an identifying female, and choosing to be celibate from a young age (for non religious reasons), until i found someone who matched my convictions, along with childbearing, it was all i have control as this gender. it was a harsh wake up call to my convictions. it also brought a huge awareness on how i was treating my body and my relationship to food and my psychological being.

since the diagnosis, i lost 32 pounds and have maintained this for four years now (even after covid/2020 where i gained 15 of those pounds back- i lost it quickly the next year as the world began to "open" up again). i want to lose more. but no matter how much exercise i implement, or walks i take, it remains stagnant.

this past summer, i took it upon myself to see every basic doctor. a fear i developed over time: taking care of myself. i hadn't seen most of these doctors since i was a child. i saw regular (blood work was good!), dentist (fear- insecure about my teeth/got some fixed and a very thorough cleaning i've been maintaining since), eye (fear- i developed trichotillomania in 2012 due to financial stress my mom and i were experiencing at the time/i can tell you now since july 2024 i now have eyelashes again and i wear glasses after finding out i have slight astigmatism in my left eye and only having 20/40 vision- something i knew i had a long time ago i just didn't want it confirmed), dermatologist (fear- related to my menstrual cycle/around 13 (pluto in sagittarius was a wild trauma forming time btw more on that for another time) i developed hidradenitis suppurativa- i don't think it had a name at the time and i had no idea how to treat it beyond home remedies/after 20 years, seeing the dermatologist saved my life) and the gynecologist. as of september 2024, after a very painful and annoying ultrasound checkup on my uterus, according to my gynecologist my ovaries were back to normal!!!!!! phew.

it is true if your mental health isn't right, your physical health reflects it. and my life hasn't been an easy one. i do believe everything i've lived through did not help my mental and physical health and growth (scars left on my heart, formed patterns in my mind- is a pmore lyric that comes to mind every time). i internalize like no one's business. but i realize suppressing and avoiding is the wrong route. it has to be released and addressed.

i will continue to manage, and do what i've been doing since being diagnosed, to help my body release and heal from life's hovering death grip and learn to love itself. its astonishing the stress and trauma our bodies store from the time we are born, and builds up over time. we don't notice until its late, and an illness has formed from it.

i took a break from astrology in the early 10's. but i eventually returned to it during my progressed lunar return around 2016/2017/during the beginning stages of my diagnosis. i was looking for answers as to why life was happening so much during those years, and gained a deeper understanding on how it works. lo and behold i was officially becoming an adult who was approaching her saturn return (which coincided with covid/shut down- i was freaking the fuck out but i was prepared mentally because i knew it was coming .. just not in the way it presented itself: the pandemilovato). with pluto creeping up right alongside saturn, it has been a double whammy on my psyche for sure.

as i mentioned above pluto is about transformations. saturn is all about karma and accountability. its about growing the fuck up. for REAL. you cannot avoid what it continuously puts in front of you for so long. the moon is your emotions, and mines were being amplified strongly whether i wanted it to or not.

understanding myself, my life and the way its played out so far and understanding others in this form is a privilege not everyone has and i'm not pushy nor braggy about it. if you know about it, cool. if you know i do readings and interpretations, cool. whenever you're ready to know more, i am more than happy to discuss astrology with you. but i would never try to persuade you. you have to come to that conclusion yourself. i'm just trying to make sense of this world, and be a guidance to those who need an ear to hear.

there was loss on many levels throughout this journey. but i gained knowledge, perspective and so much love for myself.

i come out of all of this knowing my boundaries and who i am in my convictions. to remain calm and still within chaos, internally and externally. accept change, and learn to let go.

[wildcreativemastermind]

Star Wars Fic Prompts: Sith Temples

I've read a fair amount of Star Wars fanfiction, and a decently common thing to see in them is a Sith Temple. They tend to be used as a way to change the characters in some way, sometimes it works and sometimes I'm sitting there thinking "yeah no, the Sith would never make something that would have an effect like that." This post is basically like a mix of prompts and advice for handling Sith Temples in fics.

Note: I primarily focus on Lucas canon, that will effect what I say, though I also play KOTOR1 and 2 as well as SWTOR, and I like some of the stuff they've done with the Sith, so I'll borrow things from them for this too.

We know why the Jedi Temple exists and what it's used for, but think what the Sith would use a temple for. This is where people usually go wrong, they want a particular thing to happen but don't consider if the Sith would fit with what they want.

Perhaps they also use it as a living space and training academy, though it would never be safe. At their safest everyone inside would have to sleep with one eye open.

They would also likely use it to solidify themselves more into the dark side, think meditation to make themselves angrier (so like anti-meditation), murdering loved ones, torturing people, etc. There is no kindness to find among the Sith, and the only thing one will learn is how monstrous people can be.

Of course, a main thing we see Sith do is attempt to corrupt Jedi, turn them to the dark side. So there may be things in the temple to help with that, or to do it when the Sith aren't there (whether the Sith set that up out of laziness or as a lasting legacy is up to you).

Even if the temple is just a ruin in the fic, what it was used for should affect what it is like and what can happen in it.

Fic Prompts

Inside a Sith Temple, a Jedi is teleported to an alternate reality where they are a powerful Sith (whether they're genuinely teleported to another universe or it's a vision or illusion is up to you). They can only get back to reality by falling to dark side or overcoming it, though there would be effort from the Temple to prevent them from doing the latter. For bonus points on this one, any non Jedi with them is teleported as well (part of the corruption could be trying to convince the Jedi to kill, torture, or enslave them).

one or more characters are stranded inside a Sith Temple, people who are in this temple for to long go insane, they have to get out before they lose their minds (or they can be stuck and lose their minds if that's what you want to do)

a force sensitive clone (who doesn't know they're force sensitive) enters a Sith Temple with their Jedi and some other clones. The temple tries to corrupt the Jedi and treats his brothers like objects. What this clone doesn't understand is why the temple tries to corrupt him too (you could also use a Sith holocron for this)

after spending time in a Sith temple, the characters suffer from especially vivid nightmares where they commit heinous acts, how do they deal with this? are they just nightmares or are they real actions?

a character who may have had a romanticised view (basically anything that isn't extremely evil) of the Sith enters a Sith temple, and they are confronted by the reality of what Sith are like

a character enters a seemingly normal building, they don't understand why it's so cold inside despite the heat and the lack of AC units

a Jedi (who is either inside a Sith temple or has recently come out of one) is getting increasingly paranoid and/or distrustful about everyone around them

feel free to add more prompts to this! and feel free to use these in a fic if you want to

[garnetholy]

The First post.

Hi. I've been thinking about starting a blog for a while now. A few things that stopped me were: firstly, I was absolutely not sure that I would be interesting to anyone (to be honest, I still have this feeling, but I decided that this would be my archive of notes, which would be useful to me in any case), and the second reason is that I know for sure that I won't be able to keep any blogs regularly due to my mental state. And I also couldn't choose a nickname... Um... This is definitely the main reason :D

I don't know much about how people usually start blogs (frankly, I don't know much about how to start anything), so I'll just use the first post to introduce myself and experiment with hashtags. So if you happen to see this post, it's nice to meet you.

I won't give my name, but you can call me Garnet.

I'm a girl studying programming in college. I don't really want to be a programmer, but I entered college just to get into something, because I don't know what I want anyway.

English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes (I combine my knowledge with a translator).

I live in Russia, so I often experience different types of discrimination, because it's quite common here. I'm especially personally affected by misogyny and mental health stigma. In my country, we have a little (or not so little) punitive psychiatry, so I can't decide to visit a psychiatrist for a long time, and all my mental problems cannot be clearly named (although I have suspicions). Recently, I finally dared to go to a CPT psychotherapist, but this experience was negative. Maybe I will write about it in one of the next posts.

Next, I would like to write about my health and how I feel.

I will be hashtag all my posts #undiagnosed until I have a medical confirmation of my mental state. So what do I suffer from?

Well, I have been suffering from depression for over five years now (obviously no diagnosis).

I have also always been anxious and withdrawn since I was a child, as far back as I can remember. I had obsessive compulsions as a child, and I still have them now, but in a different form.

I seem to be sociaphobic, every interaction with people brings me some amount of stress.

I am very anxious. I'm not sure if I have panic attacks because I have a hard time understanding the concept. I constantly feel like I don't suffer enough: my "panic attacks" aren't strong enough to be panic attacks, my "depression" isn't strong enough to be depression, my problems aren't problems enough to be problems, etc... I feel like people around me are facing much worse symptoms, even if they describe them exactly the same way I do.

I struggle with compulsive thoughts that pop into my head due to certain triggers or circumstances I find myself in.

I have bouts of derealization and depersonalization (again, no diagnosis, like everything else). I don't know what's happening to me, and it used to scare me in the past, but now I've gotten used to it. I have bouts of terrible fear of death, alternating with... The opposite thoughts sometimes, I don't want to write this directly.

Oh, and the main thing is that for about ten years now the strongest escapism has been my way of life. I don't want to be in reality, I don't want to feel this world, so I spend most of my time (and life) listening to music and immersing myself in my fantasies.

I could describe in detail each of my mental states that I just listed, but I'm afraid it would be too much text for one post. I think I will write about my experiences and symptoms in future posts, gradually revealing more details and nuances if I have something to add.

I don't know if anyone will stumble upon this post of mine, but if they did, I think I would be happy and scared at the same time :D

And please forgive me if I clutter up the hashtags with ADHD and OCD and other diagnoses, because I'm still not sure if I have them, all I have for now is just my own observations. I hope I can find a good private psychiatrist and learn something about myself.

12-01-2025 (dd-mm-yyyy) 04:04 GMT+3

[megamattzx]

Dragon Ball New Frontier tales of the Time Patrol: A matter of perspective, and the Ultimate Truth….

The trudging of the snow was heard as the Saiyan Prince of fire mountain trudged through the snow covered Forest. Thoughts swarming like a storm of tidal waves as he thought more and more about the voices he had been hearing as of late. The sounds of someone seemingly calling to him. This voice had been calling out to him for several weeks now. Months even perhaps. But the voice wasn't so loud before he entered this Forest, and the more he ventured into it, the louder it became. He was close. Approaching the ruins of a temple of some kind, Goku Jr could feel a strong presence as he drew closer and closer to the energy source of where it was from. Upon entering the ruins, he could feel the tension in the air. The cold freezing air so cold that a drop sweat could feel like a dagger lightly rubbing against your skin. Goku Jr fell to the presents nearby and it was clear that he wasn't alone.

"I know you're here," the time patroller said calmly but assertively. Making it clear that he was aware of their presence. And knew they were there. "Make yourself known." He paid attention to the energy signatures and realized it was familiar as if he had met this before. It was at that point he had realized that this was the one that had been calling him all this time. Seeing a cloaked individual walking towards him calmly and quietly before sitting down in a part of the Temple a few feet from the Saiyan. It was at that point Goku Jr could realize that this man was merely here to talk.

"I heard your voice calling to me in my dreams," Goku Jr. finally spoke again with words to confirm that this was the same person to which a nod was given as confirmation. "Who are you? Why have you called me to this place?"

The concealed figure took a moment to observe the time patroller as he was asked these questions. His posture was calm and collected as he sat up. "Who I am matters less than why I have called you here," the mysterious man answered truthfully. Taking off his hood revealing similar messy hair that Goku Jr would recognize before removing his own mask revealing a similar face, a similar red bandana on his forehead worn like a headband, and a scar on his cheek that the Saiyan Prince of Fire Mountain immediately recognized. "You already know who I am. All of the various gods have whispered it to you."

Goku Jr took a moment to process what he had just heard and then recognized that this was a Saiyan. "Bardock from an alternate future," Goku Jr finally said and he saw the man before him and acknowledgment. "To be specific a version who was a time patroller that became a Time Breaker and then came back to the light. Why would you call me here to this place?"

"Because even after all of the accomplishments you've made in the Time Patrol, you still have such little understanding of the world," the alternate version of Goku Jr's grandfather simply answered. His demeanor was much calmer than what Goku Jr had expected as he continued to sit there but his eyes were piercing towards the younger Saiyan. "You've learned so much but yet you still know so little.... You still don't understand the world and how it works. Not fully."

Goku Jr could not help but feel a great sense of confusion from hearing all of this. There was so much he wanted to ask or to counter. What was this version of his grandfather saying? "Along with the rest of the time Patrol, I've been working so hard to make sure that the world has been in balance," he slowly began to explain trying to find the words carefully as he thought about it deeper. So much he wanted to explain all of the things that not only he has done but everyone that exists in the Time Patrol. All of the accomplishments of every mortal in God who have actively tried to preserve balance in all of reality. To protect it at all costs. "We serve the light to the best of our ability, and try to resist the temptations of the dark..... As many of the gods have intended..."

The strange version of Bardock took a moment to process everything he was told. Taking every detail in before taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh. It was clear that he had called him for the right reasons. It was time to share the truth about the world. The world that Goku Jr will be forced to live in, the world that all living beings have to live in. A world that many do not understand, nor the problems with the true world. And how every single living being may unintentionally be playing a part in the many problems of it. "The light..." He then began to explain. "The dark... These are nothing but fragments of a much greater truth. A truth beyond the understanding of most people in the entire Omniverse." He then took a moment to think about how to word his next thoughts carefully. "Tell me Goku, do you genuinely believe that the world that we live in, across all timelines realities, universes, realms, and multiverses are as binary and straightforward as all of your friends, family and comrades, along with other gods and angels teach?"

Goku Jr took a moment to think about what he heard as he thought about the words carefully. Trying to figure out how to say the words that he needed to say. The thoughts swarming like a storm is he slowly began to think about what he wanted to say. "The world is balance," Goku Jr tried to explain. "The light preserves life and the darkness consumes it. And I've seen the consequences of both."

"Ah yes, balance," the alternate version of Bardock then said in a calm manner. "A word spoken so often, but rarely understood. You believe that the light and the dark are separate. Opposites in an eternal struggle of chaos. But what if they're not? What if they are one? A river, or perhaps even an ocean of many currents, and many directions flowing endlessly."

"That sounds like the teachings of a Time breaker or a demon god," Goku Jr pointed out as he thought about it more and more. "I've seen the power of darkness twist minds and people's way of thinking. Bending it to various types of selfish will. I've seen that darkness twist the minds of individuals that were innocent at first but became monsters in the end. It destroys."

The alternate version of Bardock then took a deep breath before he then spoke the words carefully. It wasn't the fact that what he had to say was meeting to be watched but rather how he could explain it to the best of his ability. "I was a time Breaker once, as well as a soldier of the Frieza Force," this version of Bardock said. "I wielded the darkness as my power multiple times, and yes, it destroys. But so does the light, Goku. Those not willing to listen or to truly understand different perspectives have destroyed, on all sides. Demons, mortals, and gods alike. Many individuals with their refusal to act. Their blind adherence to their own principles, regardless of what they were, destroyed civilizations, worlds and even galaxies, and more. Entire generations throughout history lost because many clung on to their own sense of righteousness."

Goku Jr remains calm but he felt every word that he heard as he took a deep breath trying to explain everything. "The Time Patrol has learned from their mistakes," Goku Jr began to explain as he slowly but surely thought of the words to say. "The Time Patrol serves the people of the Omniverse. Not dogma and principles."

The alternate Bardock looked at the other saying as he slowly began to challenge that perspective. "Have you?" He asked him carefully but it was clear that he was challenging the younger Time Patroller's perspective but not in a condescending or hateful way. "Or do you simply wear different chains? The world does not belong to the Time Patrol, the Time Breakers, nor anyone else in that matter. It is beyond your teachings, and even beyond mine. Beyond anyone's of that matter. It is Life, death, creation and destruction. And yet you, like many before you, from various different sides of the world spectrum, simply seek to control it. Turn it into something safe. Something that you could comprehend."

Goku Jr looked down a bit as he thought about it more. Staring deeply at the snow beneath him as he finally took a deep breath. "Perhaps that is true," he then finally confessed. Clearly deep in thought as he thought about everything and taking the words he heard into consideration. Perhaps there was a clear intent of understanding this perspective and way of thinking rather than trying to outright denounce it. "But without guidance, the world becomes pure chaos. We have both seen and experienced what happens when power is completely left unchecked by anyone."

The alternate version of Bardock then slowly but surely looked down a bit before looking back at the Younger Saiyan. It was clear that there was more understanding from this Saiyan than he originally believed. "Unchecked power is not the world's flaw Goku," the Scarred Saiyan then reminded the other. "Rather it is ours. You, like some, fear chaos, so you impose order. There are others who fear insignificance so they seek and impose dominance and self-validation. Both are prisons, built by those too afraid to face the ultimate truth if the world."

"And what is that truth?" Goku Jr then questioned as he slowly but surely showed a bit of caution with the words spoken next until they were spoken.

"That the world simply does not care," the alternate version of Bardock simply said. His voice was still calm and collected but there was adamancy and absolution in those words. "It does not choose sides. Nor side with anyone. It simply is. The Time Patrol, many of the demon realm, and many others across the Omniverse, we've tried to bend it to our will and our way of thinking, and to define it. But the world does not bend to our will and it is beyond definition. It is freedom itself. And freedom is terrifying."

Goku Jr then began to look down and it was easy to see the doubt in his expression. Not of what he was hearing but of the world as a whole. It was clear that he was now questioning his own beliefs and philosophies. "If what you say is true, then what would be the point in fighting?" He then began to ask as he slowly but surely was showing more of his doubt as he began to question more. And he had every right to question what he was hearing in fact it was encouraged by the one he was speaking to. What the Saiyan Prince of Fire Mountain did not realize was that this version of Bardock wasn't trying to force him to believe one way. But rather to question every belief, including his own. "What would be the point in struggling at all against anything?"

"Because it is the struggle that defines us, Goku," this version of Bardock said softly, but firmly as well. Clear words of wisdom rather than condemnation. "Not the outcome. Not being right or wrong. Not victory or defeat. Nor success or failure. It is in the struggle that we go through that we find meaning. It allows us to broaden our horizons and perspectives. It is the struggle that gives us purpose. Allowing us to grow and improve. I fought as a savior, as a destroyer, and as something in between. And through it all, I've learned this very truth. I've learned that if you truly wish to understand the world, you must let go of your need to control it."

"To let go of everything?" Goku Jr then began to question and there was a bit of hesitation and fear in his voice. Clear doubt and for the first time ever here, uncertainty in this entire conversation.

"Of your fear," the older, and even wiser saiyan then began to say. The words now truly understood from the other as he spoke further. "Your pride, Your certainty, and your need to be "correct". Only then will you be able to see the world for what it truly is. Infinite, untamed, unpredictable, and beautiful. The answers you seek will not come easily, but if you are willing to open your mind and allow yourself to truly see, they will eventually come."

It was at that point the two began to part ways in different directions with the alternate version of Bardock walking further into the forest and Goku Jr going back the way he came. Once this version of Bardock had disappeared from Goku Jr.'s line of sight, he fully began to head back home. His mind swelling with thoughts of this whole encounter. He came here seeking answers. Now he was leaving with much greater wisdom.

[poeticcries]

To Disassociate

(,This is a short poem in which will be entered into a contest that has a max requirement of 28 lines. I originally submitted a different poem that I've posted on here called "If I Could" which had met all of the contest entry requirements except the max line length. So I wrote this poem specifically with the contest entry requirements in mind and to try to describe very briefly what it feels like living with disassociative disorder. The contest prize is 2,000 dollars. plus publishing ! II am currently entering several contest that offer publication and cash prizes. From many different venues! If you would like to know where and how to submit your poetry into any of these contest I can send you links if you let me know. Wish me luck! I'm hoping to win several cash prizes and hopefully have some of my work published and recognized! )

First I feel it rushing through my head

The lighting dims, My vision blurs

And nothing around me makes sense

This is where I start to fade

Or a More proper term would be this is where I start to dissociate

Or at least that's what the doctors say it is anyways

But not for me you see

It's different to experience it

It's like I'm shifting

As I enter into another dimension an alternate reality

Where I'm me but somehow different

How do I explain how it feels to have to live this

And right about now I've lost all my senses and I'm about to pass out

I fall fast to the ground

But I guess I'm use to this by now

When I feel like I'm someone else but I'm still me somehow

[sketching-shark]

This may or may not have asked more than once but I wanted to ask— what is your favorite alternate universe or stories of jttw in Tumblr? I've seen the glorious works of Kaijufluffs and kiri with her monkey business (may be some lmk here and there), but so far that's the only things in my list. There was also that one jttw artist and their au but like, it was from the 2015 movie (I think) and somehow integrated w the west pantheon too (their name might've been sun or something)

If you do and can, can you list down ur fav AUS and what you think of them? I've been following ur blog for a while and wanted to ask (but I've just been too shy)

Thanks for the question anon! And yes! There are definitely some fun JTTW aus out there; people on this site are incredibly creative.

So to begin, are you talking about the aus made by @sunny-days-and-warm-mournings? Because I know that they've come up with a number of AUs, and that from what I've seen they're all bangers with all sorts of interesting takes and flavors, from making everyone's favorite monkey more a god of food to a terrifying death deity! As you can imagine this has led to many a stellar design from the whimsical to the horrific for all of these monkey kings, each of which is fully worth checking out. tbh I feel like you should just scroll through their gallery to find them all & will promise that you won't be disappointed.

If you're looking for something a little more lego show flavored, then you should check out @digitaldoeslmk's "by the book au!" Its Monkey King is extremely fun sized, and it's really neat for the way it explores heartfelt sides to MK and friend's stories in a Monkie Kid scenario where JTTW happened according to Wu Cheng'en's story and where reality isn't constantly in danger so we see fun stuff like lion dancing and putting on plays and the warm interactions that come with it (& also where everyone isn't routinely yelling about how awful & incompetent SWK is fsgreafw).

I also have to give a shout-out to @violetvirus for their JTTW cyberpunk au! It's got a very fun and bouncy cartoon vibe to it, and I love how SWK, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing look as robots <3. There's hints of some interesting ways the JTTW scenario works with a cyberpunk setting, as well as some moments of silliness like this banger:

Last but certainly not least, and while its been awhile since he posted, I would definitely recommend checking out @antidotefortheawkward and @antidotefortheawkward-art's blogs for his JTTW AUs! Seriously, his blogs are cornucopias of wonderful JTTW aus, from an actors AU to a triad AU to a Lotus Lantern AU to a post-JTTW JTTW au! Each of these really shows a lot of attention and care for the characters and the details of the world they inhabit from clothing to religion to history, which as you can imagine opens up multiple opportunities for some really lovely, heartfelt, and overall great interactions. A few personal favorites include this comic of an conversation between Sun Wukong and Liu Chenxiang of Lotus Lantern fame:

A comic about Sun Wukong's reactions after first learning that Xiyouji included details about his time as Puti Zushi's tudi:

And to end on something a little darker, a comic for his JTTW-ish/Macbeth au.

So those are the JTTW aus I can think of at the top of my head, but I sincerely hope you find them as fun and interesting as I do anon! And needless to say if anyone has a JTTW au that they think worth sharing, please do so.

[rivensdefenseattorney]

The Rewrite is Live!

Happy New Years!

I hope everyone is doing well during this holiday season, and that the new year treats you well.

I finally figured out how to get on Ao3 to post the first chapter of the rewrite. I know it's the preferred site for many, but I can also look into posting it on alternative sites, such as Wattpad/FFN/etc. , if anyone is interested.

You can check out the first chapter here.

I feel like I still want to continue editing the chapter, but I need to move forward. I wanted to start the new year out by posting the first chapter, so I can track how much progress I make. Hopefully you all like it. I'll post a snippet of the fanfic here, so you'll know what to expect.

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[Snippet]

Stella helped her Bloom up the steps and into the warmth of her home. Stella guided Bloom to her room, noticing the walls adorned with framed photographs of landscapes and bustling cityscapes. "Did you make these?" Stella asked, marveling at their detail.

Bloom nodded. "Yeah, I love photography. It's a way to capture moments, tell stories without words."

As they entered Bloom's room, Stella carefully helped her settle onto the edge of her bed, her eyes flitting around the space in fascination. Bloom's room was a cozy haven, with a desk adorned with sketches and bookshelves filled with various novels, comics, and journals. Among them, a collection of books on mythical creatures stood prominently on one shelf.

"Oh, these are just some silly sketches I did," Bloom murmured, a hint of embarrassment tinging her words as she noticed Stella's gaze sweeping across her drawings.

Stella, however, was fascinated. Her eyes twinkled with curiosity as she scanned the shelves and plucked a book about mermaids, flipping through its pages with interest.

"These are mythical creatures, right?" Stella inquired, her gaze shifting from the book to Bloom's sketches.

Bloom nodded hesitantly, a touch of self-consciousness in her demeanor. "Yeah, they're creatures from folklore and myths. I've always been fascinated by them, but I know they're not real."

Stella tilted her head, intrigued. "Actually, they are."

Bloom blinked in surprise, taken aback by Stella's response. "What do you mean? They're just stories."

"Stories based on real beings," Stella clarified, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Mermaids, dragons, fairies... they exist in our realm."

Bloom's jaw dropped slightly, stunned by Stella's revelation. "You're joking, right?"

Stella shook her head, a gentle smile on her face. "I'm serious. In the realm where I come from, these creatures are very much real. It's incredible to see your sketches of them. You have a unique talent to capture their essence."

Bloom's eyes widened in wonder and disbelief. For years, her fascination with mythical creatures was a private passion she believed to be purely imaginative. To hear Stella affirm their existence filled her with a sense of validation and joy she hadn't experienced before.

"You're the first person who's ever said something like that," Bloom admitted, a sparkle of excitement lighting up her features.

Stella grinned, delighted to share this newfound connection. "Well, believe me, there's a whole world of magic out there waiting to be discovered. Your drawings... they're like glimpses into our reality."

Bloom couldn't contain her grin, a rush of happiness swelling within her. Finally, someone else understood her fascination with the mystical world, validating her lifelong belief in magic. It was a connection she cherished, knowing that she wasn't alone in her fascination.

Stella joined Bloom on her bed, allowing her to feel an unusual sense of ease as she confided in Stella. Her gaze drifted to the window, where the soft moonlight filtered in, casting a serene glow across the room.

"You know, Stella," Bloom began, her voice carrying a contemplative tone, "I've never quite felt like I truly belong here on Earth. It's always felt... small, you know? Limited. There's this constant feeling, this certainty, that there's something more out there waiting for me."

Stella listened intently, her eyes reflecting understanding and empathy. She nodded gently, encouraging Bloom to share more.

"I've dreamt of something bigger, something beyond this world," Bloom continued, her words tinged with a hint of longing. "And now, with all this talk of magic and other realms... it's like a door has been opened to that possibility."

Stella placed a comforting hand on Bloom's shoulder. "Sometimes, feeling out of place is just a sign that there's a different path waiting for you, one that resonates more with who you truly are."

Bloom offered a small smile, grateful for Stella's understanding. "Thank you, Stella. I need some time to process all of this. Can you do me a favor and tell Ms. Faragonda that I'll have an answer for her by the end of the month?"

Stella nodded in agreement. "Of course, Bloom. I'll convey your message to her. But I should probably start heading out soon. Your parents might be worried about you."

Bloom glanced at the clock and realized the lateness of the hour. "Yeah, you're right. Thanks again, Stella. For everything."

As Stella made her way to the door, she turned back to Bloom with a reassuring smile. "Take your time, Bloom. You'll know what's right for you when the time comes, and remember, you're never alone in this."

[danstillcreates]

your ocverse is really cool! and your character designs are all so fun

the concept of the Outliers is really interesting to me so i have some questions (feel free to be vague and cryptic if its spoilers for things you want to reveal later ::D)

if Outliers come from another reality, do they all come from the same alternate reality? or is there an infinite amount of realities, and "Outlier" is just the term for anyone who crosses over into another reality not their own?

if not for their reality bending powers, is there another way to visually tell if someone is an Outlier? (it seems like it'd be easy to confuse someone for just another strange alien unless you knew where they came from. which might create some funny misunderstandings and hijinks heehee)

aaaand i think my last question is, throughout the galaxies, how many people actually KNOW about Outliers? would anyone know of them but by another name? due to their nature it seems easy for someone whos an Outlier to become a sort of mythical figure or cryptid (from someone else's point of view)

this ended up a little longer than i meant it to sorry!! looking forwards to meet and see more of your charas!

Thank you!

In this project, there is a multiverse (though I don't know how much of that concept I'm going to explore) but there are also spaces beyond the multiverse. Outlier is a term used for any being that is not from the multiverse. Since they're not part of the natural order of the multiverse, they aren't in the infinite possibilities of reality (there are no alternate reality versions of them).

The Outliers I've shown so far are all from the same space. It's a space where anything that is erased from existence goes (both tangible and intangible). It's pretty much a cosmic junkyard. The Outliers from this place are made of the scraps of nonexistent things. The ones made of tangible things are huge beast-like entities and the ones made of intangible things are intelligent formless entities. Stella, the Caretaker, the Showman, and the Sentinel are all formless entities (they learned that they can create their own forms after they entered the universe and discovered their powers).

There isn't really a general way to tell if someone is an Outlier. It depends on the type of Outlier. The ones I've been talking about only have visual indicators that prove they're Outliers if they want them. These Outliers can look however they want to look. Some Outliers like having forms that aren't too strange and impossible. The Showman likes to travel out in the open and the Caretaker likes having a soft, cute form that won't frighten her guests. Other Outliers, like Stella, don't really care if their forms make sense or not. It's how they want to look.

Outliers are definitely mistaken for other things like gods, mythical figures, monsters, and cryptids. Very few people are actually familiar with the concept of Outliers. It's not a secret. It's just not well known. There are organizations that are trying to gather information on Outliers but it's not easy (especially when the Outlier who's the easiest to get in contact with is a trickster).

Thank you for the questions :)

[zapreportsblog]

An Unlikely Partnership

➥ summary: A pairing for a mission turns into a friendship

➥ one shot

➥ fluff to angst? back to fluff

Peter Parker, clad in his iconic Spider-Man suit, stood in the high-tech lab of Miguel O'Hara, also known as Spider-Man 2099. Miguel had called him there for an important mission, one that would require teamwork and collaboration. As Peter waited, a sleek and mysterious figure entered the lab.

Tigeress Spider, known to the world as (Y/n), exuded an air of confidence and strength. Her sleek black and orange suit accentuated her agility and grace. Peter couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and excitement as he looked at his new partner.

Miguel, wearing his own futuristic suit, observed the two heroes with a knowing smile. "Peter, meet (Y/n)," he introduced, gesturing towards the enigmatic figure. "She's from an alternate reality, and she possesses unique spider-like abilities. I believe the two of you will make a formidable team."

Peter extended his hand, a friendly smile on his face. "Nice to meet you, (Y/n). I've heard great things about your abilities. I'm sure we'll make an incredible team."

(Y/n) nodded, her voice steady and confident. "Likewise, Peter. I've heard about your impressive skills and your unwavering determination to protect this city. I'm excited to work alongside you."

Miguel interjected, bringing their attention back to the mission at hand. "Now, the reason I've brought the two of you together is a high-stakes situation unfolding in the city. A dangerous criminal organization is planning to unleash a deadly weapon, and it's our job to stop them."

Peter and (Y/n) exchanged a determined glance, their shared sense of responsibility shining through. They were ready to face any challenge and protect the city they loved.

Miguel continued, outlining the details of the mission and the roles each of them would play. The plan involved infiltrating the organization's hideout, gathering vital information, and disabling the weapon before it could cause harm.

As they prepared for the mission, Peter couldn't help but notice (Y/n)'s focused demeanor and the grace with which she moved. Her confidence was infectious, and he felt a surge of excitement as they embarked on this new partnership.

Together, they swung through the city, navigating rooftops and alleyways with precision. Their movements were fluid, a dance of agility and strength. As they approached the hideout, tension filled the air, but their unwavering determination pushed them forward.

Stealthily, they entered the compound, using their spider-like abilities to evade security systems and guards. (Y/n)'s agility and skill complemented Peter's quick thinking and web-slinging abilities, making them a formidable team.

As they made their way deeper into the facility, they encountered fierce opposition from the organization's guards. (Y/n)'s combat prowess was evident as she effortlessly dispatched her opponents, her movements a blur of elegance and power. Peter marveled at her skills, impressed by her ability to hold her own in battle.

Their teamwork and synchronized movements were a sight to behold. They seamlessly covered each other's blind spots, anticipated each other's actions, and fought side by side. The synergy between them was undeniable, as if they had been partners for years.

With each obstacle they overcame, their bond grew stronger. Their shared experiences and the trust they had developed forged a connection that transcended words. They were two sides of the same coin, a perfect balance of strength, agility, and determination.

Finally, they reached the heart of the hideout, where the deadly weapon was being held. Working together, they disabled the weapon, preventing its activation and ensuring the safety of the city.

As they made their way back to the lab, exhausted but victorious, Peter couldn't help but smile at (Y/n). "We make a great team," he remarked, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

(Y/n) returned the smile, her eyes shining with pride. "Indeed, Peter. Together, we can accomplish great things. I look forward to future collaborations."

Miguel, waiting for them in the lab, congratulated them on a successful mission. He was pleased with their performance, knowing that this partnership had the potential to make a significant impact in protecting the city.

As they took off their masks and prepared to part ways, Peter extended his hand towards (Y/n) once more. "Until the next mission," he said, his voice tinged with excitement.

(Y/n) took his hand, shaking it firmly. "Until then, Spider-Man. Together, we'll continue to make this city safer."

And with that, just as they went their separate ways, each carrying the memory of their first mission together. Peter called out to her.

“Hey! Before you, you know…go back to your universe and all that good stuff maybe you would to go grab a slice of pizza?”

One pizza night turnt into many, after each mission the two of them went on together they seemed to make it a routine to grab some pizza.

The two of them had completed numerous missions together, forming a bond that went beyond the realm of crime-fighting.

And just like any other night he arrived at their agreed meeting spot, a pizza parlor known for its delicious slices, Peter's heart felt heavy.

(Y/n) arrived moments later, her sleek and graceful figure a testament to her feline agility. Her eyes lit up as she caught sight of Peter, and a warm smile graced her lips. It was clear that despite the bittersweet nature of their meeting, they were determined to make the most of their time together.

"Hey, Peter," (Y/n) greeted, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and sadness. "I can't believe this might be our last pizza together before I return to my universe."

Peter forced a smile, his own emotions echoing the same sentiments. "Yeah, it's hard to believe how quickly time has flown. But let's make this one memorable, shall we?"

They stepped inside the pizza parlor, the familiar scent of freshly baked dough and melted cheese enveloping them. As they ordered their favorite toppings, their laughter filled the air, momentarily pushing the sadness aside.

Finding a booth near the window, they settled in, their conversation flowing effortlessly. They spoke about their recent missions, reminiscing about the challenges they had overcome together. Peter couldn't help but admire (Y/n)'s courage and determination, seeing firsthand the impact she had made in his life and the lives of countless others.

As they savored their first bites of pizza, their conversation shifted to lighter topics. They shared stories of their respective worlds, exchanging anecdotes and laughter. It was in these moments of connection and shared experiences that Peter realized just how much he would miss (Y/n)'s presence in his life.

The warmth of the pizza and the comfortable ambiance of the parlor provided a backdrop for their farewell. As they finished their meal, Peter looked at (Y/n) with a mixture of gratitude and sadness. "I can't express how much your partnership has meant to me, (Y/n). You've made a significant impact on my life, both as a hero and as a friend."

(Y/n)'s gaze met his, her eyes filled with understanding. "Peter, the feeling is mutual. Our partnership has shown me the strength that comes from working together, and your unwavering support has meant the world to me. I'll cherish the memories we've created."

As the weight of their impending separation loomed over them, Peter reached out, gently placing his hand over (Y/n)'s. The touch was filled with a mixture of tenderness and gratitude. "I'll miss you, (Y/n). You've become more than just a partner to me; you're family."

Touched by his words, (Y/n) squeezed his hand, her voice filled with emotion. "I'll miss you too, Peter. But I know that we'll always carry each other in our hearts, no matter the distance."

The pizza parlor seemed to fade into the background as Peter and (Y/n) sat there, their shared silence speaking volumes. They didn't need words to convey the depth of their connection; it was etched in their hearts.

With a heavy sigh, (Y/n) stood up, their hands reluctantly releasing each other. "It's time for me to go, Peter. My universe needs me. But remember, our adventures together have shaped us, and the memories we've created will last a lifetime."

Peter nodded, his voice filled with a mix of sadness and determination. "Go, (Y/n), and continue to be the hero you are. Our paths may diverge, but the impact you've had on my life will forever remain."

As they exchanged one final glance, the unspoken words hung in the air. (Y/n) turned away, her steps filled with purpose as she walked towards her universe's portal. Peter watched, a mix of pride and longing in his eyes, until she disappeared from view.

With a heavy heart, Peter exited the pizza parlor, the echoes of their laughter and shared moments still lingering. As he swung through the city, he carried (Y/n)'s memory with him, forever grateful for the time they had shared.

[dgcatanisiri]

I know I'm VERY broken record about this, but I just wish I had the TIME to get all my ideas written and out there.

Like the original stuff has a shot at least, if I could focus on it, but the fandom-related stuff, the things that fall under the category of "fanfiction," even if, were they completed, would be more expansive than the work it's fiction of... That's what gets to me, because in a lot of cases, these feel like worlds that have been underserved, or areas of the original media that could have gone differently.

And, y'know, saying nothing of the gay.

Like I have my original Buffyverse expansion (I can't really call it a continuation, all things considered, since I DO now have ideas that are set as prequels), I have the explicitly Buffyverse continuation, I have these ideas for continuations of 24th century Trek based solely on the shows that were produced then, I have a listing of potential Star Trek spinoffs directly, as well as ideas down for other spinoffs in other franchises, and then there's the full fanfics, the novel length ones, on top of the briefer smutty things or snapshot moments...

And this is just what has COHERED in my mind - I could easily pick more shows to build continuations or even just straight up AUs for (I've been turning over the concept of a Charmed AU where Phoebe died and Prue lived, for example, but it hasn't pulled together enough for me to write it down).

I say yet again, I just want to enter some alternate realm of reality that is disconnected from linear time so that I can DO all of this. Why must I adhere to the capitalist system of economics when it prevents me from doing the things that so occupy my mental processes?!