#because we're a walking talking motherfucking contradiction!!!

[cherrrydragon]

➤ find something worth saving (it's all for the taking)

CHAPTER ONE: WE'RE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE

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SUMMARY ↳ A large machine stationed on both sides of the room, pointed ends meeting each other. A particle accelerator. pairing: jon kent x gn!reader x damian wayne wc: 2.1k

In every universe the Spider is a hero. Some go by different names, some can create their own organic webs, and some have their own cat burglar to wrestle with. One constant, for sure, is that they all are bitten by a spider. You are not the exception.

You were bit when you were 13, and for the last 5 years, you have been the “one and only” Spinnerette! It had been a rocky start, but things are looking okay now. You’ve got a family, a real, strong and fun family.

“You’ve been officially added to my hitlist, Tony, watch you’re motherfucking back.”

“Oh, goody. You might be the only person who hasn’t hired a sniper on me before.”

Loving family, of course.

There was an idea to put together a group of remarkable people to see if they could fight the battles humanity could not. It was called the “Avenger Initiative.” A billionaire, super soldier, scientist, Russian spy, master archer and a God walk into a Shawarma restaurant, wonder what it leads to. The Avengers currently all (mostly) live in the former Stark Tower.

You also currently live in the former Stark Tower. It’s a dream come true. Everyone is happy, everyone is healthy, and your relationships with each Avenger is thriving.

“When’s the last time you ate, kiddo?” asks Tony, stepping inside your personal lab he had gifted you for your 15th birthday. Your hands move deftly, fluid and familiar in fixing your web-shooters.

“A definitely normal time,” is your reply. “Hey, what did you do with the Iron Spider suit? I’ve been looking for it everywhere. I’m thinking about tweaking some of the web combinations.”

“It’s charging, where else would it be? Also, here.” He puts a bag of sandwiches from Delmar’s. You grin and reach out for it. “You know me so well.”

“I know you best,” he clicks, and reaches out to ruffle your hair, only because you let him. “Can you tell Nat I fixed her widow bites? And tell Sam I fixed that dent in his wings, too.” You take a bite of a sandwich. “I’m unna pakrol inna vit.”

He pinches your cheek. “Don’t talk with your mouth full, it’s disgraceful.” Stay safe.

“[Name], it may be more efficient to patrol without music blasting in your ears,” says your ever so faithful AI, Karen.

You huff goodnaturedly. “ Ear , Karen. Singular. It’s never screwed me over before, I promise I am a responsible music listener.” The thwip of your webs shooting out has always been a comforting sound. It’s a reminder, of who you are, of what you stand for. All your accomplishments (failures too, but the pain is grounding.) “Also, please place an order for the new Batman comic, I forgot to do it earlier.”

“I find it contradicting how you say you are a casual enjoyer, yet own nearly every issue of any and all related Batman comics.”

“I don’t believe in consistency… or whatever Hobie would say.”

The discovery and confirmation of the multiverse was not as surprising as it should’ve been, but it was daunting all the same. You’ve never really been alone since your life at the Tower, but it was a whole new type of connection, finding out there were other Spiders, other you’s . Then, of course, there was that whole “Miles, you’re the original anomaly!” fiasco. Luckily, the situation ended up resolved, and there are (mostly) no hard feelings. You haven’t met another [Name] [L.Name] yet, but there are plenty of other Spider’s to learn from.

“Numerous suspicious activity reports have taken place downtown. I suggest checking it out.”

“You’re the boss, Karen.” You twist your body, changing your momentum and direction, heading downtown. You do flips and tricks, with all the grace of a ballerina. The nanotech is perfectly flexible enough for your dramatics. Tony had spontaneously made the suit for you, as the fabric of your old one didn’t provide as much armor as he needed for peace of mind.

“I am detecting a multiversal instability. Tread carefully.”

The eyes of your suit squint. “Get Miguel on this.”

It isn’t often a multiversal problem pops up in your universe. With people like Stephen Strange and Wanda Maximoff holding cosmic power in relation to interdimensional activity, and the Space Stone itself, your universe holds up well in defense to multiverse activity. But even so, space is unpredictable.

Miguel, despite all his grievances with you and the Peter Parker of Earth-199999, equipped you both with a Web-Watch (you and the other Spiderlings agreed Gizmo was lame). You don’t use it much unless it’s to go chill at the Spider HQ or visit the other ‘Lings in their universes. Whatever iota of guilt he felt after the whole Miles thing manifested itself as overprotectiveness, and he insists on dealing with all spatial related problems himself. You’ll indulge him, if only to bother him about the tech in his universe.

You’re met with a warehouse, abandoned, because of course it is. “No heat signature’s,” you mumble, the suit scanning for signs of life. You hop down through a hole in the roof silently, looking around. There’s random tech and machine parts scattered around, which is never a good sign. It’s easy to miss for the untrained eye, but you spot a hidden elevator mechanism and step inside it. If anything goes wrong, you trust your spider-sense to get you the hell out of dodge.

The way down is ominous, if not for the almost complete darkness, then for the red blinking lights. Your sense tingles, not sensing any immediate danger, but very uncomfortable down here.

d on’t feel good not safe for long leave quickly

Going en pointe (because going on your actual tippy toes to increase stealth is just way too good), you sneak carefully. Just because there are no living dangers doesn’t mean there are none at all. The room is as dark as the rest of the place, and while you can turn on night vision, it’s not as efficient in understanding what the hell you might be looking at.

“Karen, is there a light switch in here?” Your voice echoes in the large room.

“To your left, [Name].” Sure enough, there actually is a light switch that you find after groping the wall. “Huh,” you hum, pleasantly surprised. A flick of the switch activates the many overhead lights and reveals a daunting sight.

A large machine stationed on both sides of the room, pointed ends meeting each other.

A particle accelerator.

“Fuck,” you breathe. “Ok- uh. Karen, contact Tony, and Bruce. Can you tell if it’s been active recently?”

“I am picking up a recent signal, yes. I theorize the recent earthquakes are because of test runs.”

Miles once told you his story. Finding the particle accelerator, his Spider-Man’s death. You remember placing a hand on his shoulder, and you remember him grasping it tightly. It was a complicated time in his life.

“How did he destroy it again…?” you murmur, looking around the machine. “A goober.. right. How did Peni make it, though?” Pulling up your wrist, you scan the machine. “Please contact Peni as well, K.”

Stilling your posture, you look up at the accelerator. You have no doubt nothing good will come from whoever is behind this. Those who try to manipulate powers greater than them always receive a rude awakening. Maybe, by the grace of some higher power, you can somehow rope the Space Stone into this. You know better than to think they don’t have some kind of sentience. Maybe you’re just getting ahead of yourself–

watch out! behind you!

When you turn around, there’s nothing behind you. You’re on high alert now. Your sense doesn’t make mistakes, so either a sniper is pointing his gun at you, or someone who can cloak themselves in around you, and neither of those are good. You breathe in, honing your senses, the situation is far too delicate for you to stumble.

“Show yourself,” you demand. “If you’re smart enough to build this then understand when I say I will find you.”

there! right there!

You turn and send a web to where your senses pointed. The person grunts, trapped in your solution. You pull them toward you. “Show yourself,” you repeat.

A sigh leaves the person's mouth. Then, slowly, their form reveals itself. It’s like Miles' ability to go invisible. Before you is someone your age, must be. And yet the way they carry themselves is reminiscent of somebody who has been through far too much for someone their age. So, basically every Spider you know.

Which is on brand apparently, because this person must be like you. There is no other possibility. The web patterns on their suit, the bug eyes of their mask, the invisibility thing.

“You’re…” you mutter.

“Like you,” they finish.

Your eyes narrow. “The hell are you doing, man? Surely a Spider knows this if some fuckshit,” you gesture to the massive machine. “What are you even doing here?”

Their suits eyes squint. “It’s a delicate matter.”

“Yeah. Obviously,” you roll your eyes. “Not like a bridge to different dimensions is any walk in the park.”

“It’s none of your business,” they huff.

“Hell yeah, it is. You’re me, basically. You’re building a particle accelerator in my universe. By the way, let’s talk about that. Why not just carry out your evil plans in your own home? Did Venom get you or something? We can like, do something about that. Probably–”

“Enough nonsense,” they spit.

“Oh, okay.”

The room lights up, and the particle accelerator whirls to life. The room shakes, no doubt another earthquake beginning to affect the city. A whirlwind of colors fill your vision. Your hand curls the cuff of their suit into your fist.

“What did you do.”

“I’m doing what I have to.”

It happens fast, far faster than your senses could have warned you. Your web restricting them snaps and their hands grab you.

“You’ll survive.” Their hands destroy your watch. “I’m not so cruel.”

And you’re thrown into the web of the universe.

Waking up in an unfamiliar environment has happened far more times than it should have. It’s instinct that pulls you up from the ground. Your body is sore, your head hurts, and the eyes of your suit are genuinely tweaking.

“Karen…” you groan.

“I am unable to connect to any Mr. Stark’s satellites. I detect multiple bruises all over your body, no broken bones. The suit is in functioning condition, 92% charge left.”

“Yeah, we are definitely not in New York anymore. My New York, anyway.” You look up. Your environment is gloomy, the skies are gray, and the buildings have seen better days.

“I’ve connected to the satellites I can detect that are currently in orbit.”

“I need out of this suit, K.” The nanites retract into your web-shooters, now disguised as regular bracelets. You pause and think. “Gimme some glasses, actually. I still need you.” A couple of nanites crawl up your body and form frames on your face. “I can always count on you, K.”

“I’ve created a route to a public library with computers for you.”

The walk to the library has you on edge. Your sense isn’t exactly reacting like it would when you’re in immediate danger, but it’s buzzing constantly. You sigh to yourself. There should’ve been a protocol made for this as soon as you found out about the multiverse. It would’ve definitely been called the “We’re Not In Kansas Anymore Protocol.”

“I’ll start making that protocol for you,” Karen says. You hadn’t realized you’d been talking outloud, sighing. “Thanks, K.”

People keep glancing at you when you walk by before ultimately minding their own business. You’re sure that you give them that uncanny valley feeling, even if you look like a regular human. Effects of being from another universe, you guess. 

Walking up the steps to the library, you think about your next move. You should worry about living your situation. You have no clue how long you’ll be here before someone finds you (or, god forbid, you build your own way back home). You know how to be sneaky and steal, hopefully it doesn’t have to come to that though. You look up, thinking, and pause when your eyes spot something.

Gotham City Public Library.

What. The. Fuck.

In hindsight, it shouldn’t be so surprising. Infinite universes, infinite possibilities, so on and so forth. It had never crossed your thoughts that the silly stories you like (read: obsess over) could be a real universe out there. You don’t like to think about it too hard.

“Karen. Where are we.”

“My map tells me we are currently located in Gotham City, New Jersey.” Big yikes.

“Okay. Change of plans. We are going anywhere but here. Let’s just make up a fake identity, first. And get a job. I deserve a couple of days to think.” No way in hell are you going anywhere near that library where goddamn Oracle works.

It’ll be best to avoid everyone all together.

notes: title is a lyric from "Saturn" by SZA.

[scummy-writes]

[CHAPTER 24 + PREM]

Two chaps left letsaaa goooo hahahahaha cries

-> opens up with her talking about his book. Its rehashing the same details.

-> i am in pain realizing that the books were also for him.

So now I am torn. Were these books something he wrote to console himself, because he thought he would never meet her, and he hoped these books were something she would take enjoyment in. A way of spilling his wants, old hopes, and dreams without directly doing so.

Or were these books made for her to keep having hope, to encourage her in his own way. To see if she would think more of herself, and feel treasured in an odd way.

Or both?

Argh. Im in agony and we're like 10 or 15 lines in.

-> in the meeting with luke and gil, she calls him out on how hes conflicted on his plan, since he wont give them the bullets just yet, and is giving her time to resolve this.

-> 'Flight of fancy' i like his word choices

Fyi, its a bottomless pit symbolizing his stomach. If you look closely, you can see the thousands of cookies she's baked (jk)

Why is he suddenly in his dressed down sprite?

The tantalizing touches of reminding you that gilbert's heart is a ticking timebomb

-> gilbert gives her until the end of that day to decide if shes gonna kill him

-> why does luke stroll in with a casual 'heya'. Im mad that we both say that.

-> missed a comment about how gilbert is good at finding weaknesses, then poking and prodding until they....get angry and boom? Damnit

The wonders of having the confidence of Big Dick Is Back In Town will do.

Fuel for [censored] hcs

-> this is all one big hashing out of how she loves gilbert. Lukes having to point it all out.

Luke also points out that its not blind faith or trust, she still has her own ideals and willpower, so its still Her.

I am realizing gilbert probably gets huffy about the soldiers and such putting so much trust and such into him because some of them may be doing it blindly, and not going by their own willpower.

Which. Sounds odd since theyre lower rank and blah blah. But you know what i mean. He doesnt want just a nation of blind devotees.

Love that luke is mr perceptive here.

-> "No ones gonna ask someone they hate to kill them, are they?"

....

HAHA

Also imagining gil and emma having sex, and during the foreplay shes teasing him and going "oh? Is that it? Some villain you are" and gilbert kickin it into high gear HAHA

-> "mr.spy, are you there?" Emma i love you

-> love that lucien is.... like chev in some ways. Meanwhile roderic is only like gilbert in looks.

Nighttime town

-> I WILL KILL HIM

-> grey and clammy face as description

-> okay he didnt slink off here to die(?)

Shakes you shakes you shakes you shakes you

ARRRGGGHHHHHHHH

-> his grip is still somehow tight? Really is walking contradictions.

-> they did comment in chap 3 or smth that gilbert has a hard time controlling his force/strength since hes never. Really touched people caringly in Years.

IM BASHING YOUR HEAD IN

Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you

[PREMIUM]

Holy shit its starts off with a flashback of walter explaining gilberts illness, and he describes it as a bomb HAHAHA oh my joke from earlier...ahah....still hurts

-> the lights are suddenly on in this place.

-> gilbert knew lucien was around, threatens her if she tries to call him, says he'll still have her killed

-> also says hes the only one allowed to do so.

-> i could kick you like a football in your current state, Gilbert

-> i am overcompensating with jokes so I do not burst into tears at how she loves him so much shes going to literally drag him to the castle to get treatment, and so she can still be with him if he dies along the way.

-> clannad moment

-> smart to strip the outerlayers so he wont have to try and kill civilians if the realize who he is

-> he must enjoy going into town and pretending like he is a normal person without having to worry about ending corruption. God damnit.

-> hard to move him, says he is heavy due to muscle. This twink.

-> motherfucker closed the door to demand to know why shes saving him outside of trying to save Rhodolite

-> mc he just wants to hear that you love him before he dies i am going to fuxking scream

PUNCHES WALL PUNCHES WALL PUNCHES WALL AAAHSJWBWKEHKSLWHSJSBDBDJWJYSHWJW ARHDGAHSHSGH

-> flashback to her first night in obsidian and hes getting jealous shes paying attention to his bookshelves and not him. Im going to go feral

-> "wow, you're as red as the sunset sky" emma you should have clocked that he was a writer from that line alone

-> yahoo hes shoving her onto the bed and teasing her for thinking he wanted sex. Cool cool. Meanwhile present day he is DYING AND I CANT ENJOY THIS

-> comes back to the present with realizing that he looked so sad when he said he just wanted to keep tormenting her forever, was because he was going to die soon.

-> i hate this fucking game

-> she points out in an inner monolog that she doesnt believe gilberts ever lived for himself

-> "i dont want to be lonely either" slams my fucking phone against a rock

-> why does lucien know walter

-> i hate this fucking game

DRAMATIC END - GILBERT ROUTE SPOILERS POST

Like the other notes (here), I am continuing my thoughts/notes on Gilbert's route. This post will focus on the dramatic end + premiums. His povs will be a separate post.

I'll be reblogging this post each chapter or so with personal thoughts and general screaming under a cut. I'll be having it in a format with the chapter numbered, and then a cut directly after where I'll be yelling. I already know some major spoilers with gilberts route, so if you have not finished his route yet, be wary.

I'll be using the tags 'Scum Simps' and 'scum plays gil route' for those of you who want to filter it out. Thank u!

[anendoandfriendo]

A vent about terms and a vent about people and some not-quite word art

We're getting tired of people spreading misinformation about soulbonds real fucking fast, let us tell you that. As if we were sick of it before? Seriously?

It's largely focused on people who'd be considered "well-known fictional" in this universe, but that's not the only way to do SB or to be an SB. Is this truly the difference between factive and fictive? What hapoens when you are the soulbond instead? The initial communities were literally focused on what fandom would call "OCs" but even beyond that, the literal only definition is that you are multiversal at some point.

Gateway Headmate? You fuckin' mean a Day Tripper, the language was always there. Not that it didn't take effort to find it ourselves.

Walk-In? You mean Permanent Resident??? Again, the language was always there. Not that it didn't take effort to find it ourselves.

We aren't trying to be mean when we say this, and more terms is always good, but there are some terms that sound like...exactly the same to us. Everything is the same though, to be fair. Another day at Walmart. Another sameass day feeling like a fucking failure. Maybe it's just that we had the ability to actually look this stuff up and are used to checking obscure things out. We've never felt so in the shadows before. We are sick of shining, the ornament to the tree. Have you ever just wanted to disappear or not exist? Maybe it's something else. At this point we've chosen to accept that we don't understand and move on, but sometimes we just wonder if people just straight up never looked into it. We still lie to our body's mother about where we work. She'll never look into it, huh? We hear they don't like, teach you a lot of critical thinking skills or research skills in school anymore unless you're in an honors class what do you folks do these days? we think it's been almost a decade since weve been in high school and that's just...shitty, because this is how you end up with so much cannibalizing of the community we think.

And while we are definitely NOT old by any means we feel like we are in a very different plane than some of the folks who are just now discovering their systems. We havent seen our second cousin since she was three because of our shitty ex-partner-system, and shes in like fifth grade now. She has only ever heard of us, we want to explain ourselves so bad. And if we're protogenic...is she gonna be okay? We figured it out smack dab in the middle of when plurality was Very Niche and when it was Starting To Become Visible. We figured it out maybe...2018? We think? We still get people in our system, crying they want to go home lol. That'd be our second year in uni. And so we can't relate to Ye Olde Systemes like The Crisses to Astrea as much but we also can't see ourselves relating to AimKid and her system, or literally anyone later than 2020 — and that's not even mentioning that 2020 was the start of the COVID-19 pandemic, therefore making us feel pushed even further away from that direction. We are chronically lonely.

Like. We don't know. It could just be that we feel fucky-wucky. Our system name is very visible outside of Tumblr. Hah! Imagine that: were seen yet again, overtaken by our own brigthness. Again. We actually wouldn't be surprised if some folks initially followed us because of that.

Please allow us to feel bitter for just a few seconds before we put this plaster back on.

Please allow just a few seconds for us to cry.

It's not like we don't like to help, we just feel like...

Why does anyone trust what we say?

...folks take what we say out of context. Maybe it's how we use words compared to some folks. Or that we use larger ones.

People really just think we're "smart" huh?

They could do this too if they tried. Not really. Yes they could. No they couldn't. Back and forth all over again, debating weather to keep hoping.

We have no choice but to have a larger well of hope than other people, why don't folks get that?

It is not in human nature to detract; it is in their nature to want more. Small difference.

To The Eras: it is, indeed, possible to care about human beings and not their social norms. Shut the fuck up about how we're black-and-white. We were much more grey than you ever were, you just mistook a strong opinion for a naive one.

We have understood everything up to this point.

Allow us a moment to beat the shit outta something, or someone. We never got our justice.

Or allow us to be bitter and cry before we put this plaster back on. Because that definitely helps.

So why is it. That people can't shut the fuck up? Why can't we seem to chase them away, back to the shadows they came from?

Hi. We're people lol.