#give me me ending even if i have to rip it out if the multiverse hands

[ablog]

Girl help I wish to travel to different dimensions just to watch a movie/show I really like a little to the left

[winterzsurprise]

Ride me? || Miguel O'hara

Pairing: Miguel O'hara (Spider-Man 2099) x F!reader

Tags: Overstimulation, rough sex, choking, squirting, vaginal fingering, big dick Miguel, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), fang kink if you squint.

Words: 1.8k

Summary: Just when you thought he's exhausted enough from chasing Miles Morales and had given you the chance to actually ride him, Miguel has other plans.

This man evokes something so feral in me that I forgot I was suffering through the worst writer's block. He got me giggling and twirling my hair yesterday at the cinema wtf. I used my very limited Mexican Spanish knowledge from watching streamers flirting in a block game for this.

cariño - honey || mi vida - my life || mi amor - my love || guapito - handsome

Miguel isn't the type to let someone control the pace, even if he did, his hands grounded on your waist would soon guide your hips into a rhythm he prefers, hard and fast.

You've been hearing the ruckus down the spider webs, something about another version rebelling against the usual stories of every Spider-Man in the multiverse to save his dad. Knowing that your husband sits at the top as their leader, you expected him to disappear for a long period of time.

Not that you mind of course, he's had plenty of times he charges in to handle an anomaly himself.

You do have to give some kudos to the kid for trying to change reality though. After Miguel's story, nobody in the headquarters, even you, dared to defy the fates laid upon every Spider-Man.

It's been three days since he left and honestly, you didn't expect him to arrive yet. A person deterring from the fates of every Spider-Man would be hard to handle, you couldn't even imagine how difficult it'd be.

So when the doors to your apartment flew open and came to him, practically drooping from exhaustion, you were surprised.

He came earlier than expected.

"How'd the chase go?"

"I don't want to talk about it. Come here." 

Drying your hands off on the towel hanging from the wall counter, you made your way to the man laid spread and heaving on the couch. His head tipped back with his usually neatly gelled hair now haggard and messy, he looked up when he sensed your presence and immediately pulled you onto his lap.

You laughed. "Don't fall asleep here, I don't want to carry your heavy ass."

His lips tugged into a weak smile, his pointy canines briefly appearing.

"Spider-Man is supposed to help the weak, are you really ignoring a civilian in need?"

You didn't get what he meant until he pulled your hips closer, dragging your core over the tent on his pants.

You hit his arm. "Go to sleep, you must've been really tired after chasing that kid around."

"Then ride me."

You paused before narrowing your eyes at him. He's baiting you with the very thing you've wanted to do since the beginning. But the dark cloud of lust in his eyes somehow convinced you of his genuineness.

His talons dug onto your flesh, hard enough to take control of your hips to grind on top of his dick sensually while keeping eye contact with yours. You couldn't ignore the pleasure and jolts of heat electrifying and burning your nerve endings alight at every drag of your heat over his.

"I want to feel you baby, I miss you so much."

Miguel pushes you down on his hardness and you moan, the feeling of his girth finding home between your legs shot electric pleasure down your spine.

"You are a convincing man."

"And you love it."

You lunged for a kiss and instantly, one of his hands threaded itself onto the back of your head, locking you in place as your lips danced against each other in a fierce battle. The raw hunger after being starved for a week now surfacing and consuming you both, mind and body. 

His other hand guided your hips up and down his clothed dick, his deep groans and growl lit fireworks in you, igniting your determination to coax more of them out of his lips.

"Get rid of the pants or I'll rip it off of you."

"Rip it then."

He didn't need to hear you twice. 

In one quick motion, he tore your sweatpants into two before doing the same thing to your panties and throwing them somewhere in the room. He groaned as his head fell onto the crook of your neck, hands crawling up to cup your breasts before your top and bra suffered the same fate as your other clothing.

"The pants, only the pants! I loved that bra!"

"I'll buy you something better, from another universe even." He responded, almost breathless as your scent invaded every speck of his senses. Miguel groaned. "Fuck, I miss this scent of yours baby."

"I don't care, get rid of the suit."

His attire dissolved into thin air and retracted back to god-knows-where, revealing his ruffled shirt and grey sweatpants that did nothing but proclaim his clear desire for you.

"Let me prep you real good, huh?"

Retracting his talons, two of his fingers delved into your heat, immediately drenching itself with your arousal and he groaned.

"So wet for me, mi amor."

"Only for you, guapito."

Two of his digits rolled your clit sensually and with the dexterity of an experienced man, urging more of your arousal to coat his fingers further. Once he was satisfied with the amount of fluid now dripping into his pants, he wandered lower and lower until he plunged his index in, curling it up so deliciously you moaned and grinded your hips onto the slow plunge of his hand.

His eyes watched your heat like a ravenous man holding back, the feral look on his face only pulled you closer to the edge.

And it's only a finger in.

"So tight, mi vida. You treat me so well."

He added two fingers in and you screamed, his pace now rapidly gaining speed. Your eyes rolled back as your hips thrashed and clumsily followed his thrusts, there was nothing else that mattered more than coming for your darling in that moment.

Miguel groaned, watching your face twist into the most sinful display of pleasure he has ever seen. The pride and smugness from knowing it was all because of him made him smile.

Only he could see you in such a state and no one else.

You clenched around his digits, tempting him to finally take the dive. Although his fingers coaxed pleasure out of you with no problem, you missed the feeling of his dick carving your insides, stretching you thin and reminding your cunt who it belongs to.

But Miguel ignored the bait and instead hastened up while curling up to push on your g-spot. You almost blacked out from the euphoria he feeds you, a coil in your stomach tightened and you moaned.

"I'm cl-close… Fuck!"

"Give it to me baby, I want it all."

It didn't last long until the coil exploded and your arousal squirts out of your cunt to drench Miguel's shirt, whose gaze turned a shade darker at the scene when you peered down to meet his gaze.

A tense atmosphere rose from his mere gaze and goosebumps prickled your skin. Your heartbeat jumped through the roofs as you stared back at his dark eyes, he triggered your spidey sense.

And for some sick reason, it only ignited the simmering arousal in the pits of your abdomen.

"Fuck the ride, you're not getting up until I say so, cariño."

You barely sensed him flipping you both, with you now seated and spread on the sofa while he stood in front of you, hastily removing his remaining clothing as if it angered him.

It didn't take long until his hand cautiously wrapped around your neck and his other, pinning your hips as he plunged himself deep into your cunt. You screamed as he pushed more of him, inch by inch. He stretched you out to the point of no return, the burn of his cock carving you open once more made you light-headed.

And he loves nothing more but seeing the cock-drunk look on your face.

Miguel grinned, his fangs protruding so attractively. "God, I love how fucked you look for me, cariño. Give me more."

He pulls and plunged himself back in, shooting hot white pleasure in your body. Miguel didn't wait long before his usual hard and rough pace started. The hand around your throat tightened and your mind turned woozy from the lack of oxygen, his thrust taking your breath away only evoking the feeling of nirvana within you.

He drove in you hard and quick enough you can distantly hear the couch legs wincing as it gets pushed back with every plunge of his dick.

"Fuck…!"

"That's right darling, I'm fucking my sweet cariño open and wide for me."

The electric shocks the head of his cock briefly grazing the head of your uterus sent your legs flailing on his sides. Growing bothered by them, he halts to rest them on his wide shoulders and wraps his arm around your thigh before entering somehow deeper into you.

Your hands found his meaty thigh and dug itself onto it and it encouraged him to go even faster, pushing you closer to the edge and you swore you could see the pearly gates of the heavens.

"I'm co-coming…! Miguel!"

"Give it to me baby, you know how much I love seeing you convulse so helplessly around me."

The hand on your throat left to find purchase on your clit, rubbing you as fast his cock plunges into you.

With a scream, you came. 

Your legs trembled violently on his shoulder as more of your arousal spurts out of your heat, white hot pleasure burned and stirred every nerve ending awake as your eyes rolled back.

But this doesn't seem to be enough for Miguel who only took a break to see your thighs convulse before continuing his thrusts.

You hit his thighs as he kickstarted another orgasm now bubbling in the pit of your stomach but he paid no heed. 

Not that you minded of course, if anything, it only pleases the sick bastard in your head, wishing to be used and fucked so well by your husband like it's your sole purpose.

"I'm so close, baby. Can you give me another one? Surely you can, right?"

His fingers rubbed your clit to the point of pain yet it somehow enhanced the pleasure growing larger in your chest and you screamed. Miguel bent down to rest his sweaty forehead on your shoulder, in the clouded state you were in, you could make out the sharp points of his canines pushing down your skin.

The threat of his bite shot jolts down to your heavily beaten cunt, once again tightening its coil. The frequent groans and low growls escaping his lips alone told you he's near to climax.

And with that, he's dragging you down with him.

"Please please please, give it to me…!"

"Yes, cariño. Anything, Anything for you."

With a couple of thrust, scorching hot explodes inside of you and Miguel slows down, almost into a halt as he rides down his high. The face of pure unadulterated ecstasy painting his face, along with his fingers, you came with another shout.

When he's calmer, he lets his sweaty body fall into your arms before reaching around to do the same. 

As your breathing returns to normal and the fog in your head clears, Miguel places a gentle kiss on your temple and cheeks.

"I love you so much, cariño."

"I love you more, guapito."

[cherryredstars]

Miguel/Reader request:Recently Miguel is experiencing a lot of pain,stress,his serum was losing effectiveness and his spider were more stronger to the point he transformed into a monster,a man spider:a 15 feet tall creature,full of fur,six clawed arms,hindlegs,spikes,fangs,many eyes and pinchers.One night Miguel was really struggling so y/n decides to “help” (there’s consent from both even if Miguel is a bit scared about it since he’s afraid of hurting her and he transforms while doing it)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Blood, Penetrative Sex, Internal Vaginal Ripping, Sedation, Mating, Mentions of Breeding, Mentions of Reader Developing a Spider Egg Sac, Spiders… Miguel Turning into a Big Spider and Having Monster Sex with You????

Summary: A not so itsy bitsy spider…

A/N: This was requested all the way in October… I am so sorry. And I am so sorry for the warnings.

Word Count: 1.1K (Unedited)

It had to be a miscalculation of something. 

Maybe the wrong measurements, a switch in chemicals, perhaps some lab equipment in need of replacing. He refuses, absolutely refuses, to believe it is because his body has begun to form a tolerance of the neon chemical. That instead of sedating him, it’s making him stronger. It has been stressing him the fuck out. Everything has been stressing him out. Rapture, the multiverse, Miles Morales, Peter B. Parker. There is only so much a single man can take.

And you know that. The woman of his dreams and the miracle cure to all his problems. You, you, you. You were so sweet to him, leading him to the bedroom the moment he returned from HQ. Your small hand grasped his as you collapsed on the bed and pulled him on top of you. 

“Let me take care of you, Miggy”, you had whispered into his ear. “Let me help you get rid of all that stress.”

How could he say no to that? How could he ever say no to you?

And it was fine. It was going good. His mind was empty and all he could think about was the way you squirmed under him. How good you were at taking his deep thrusts. How easily you were giving him the sweetest mewls. He was hyper focused on the way you moaned into his neck and your fingers tangled into his hair for dear life. Your skin was soft and warm and pliable under him, denting under his fingers and sure to leave bruises in the morning. Your hot cunt clenched and fluttered around his cock, making him moan out. 

And then he felt it: a sharp prickling running down his spine. It burned red hot, shooting pain along all of his nerve endings. It felt like his skin was splitting open and expanding, like something was trying to crawl out of him. And it was. He let out a roar of pain, his thrusts slowing. Hair started to pierce through his skin, sprouting from his neck and down his back. The hair on his arms, legs, and chest expanded and thickened. His joints and muscles popped and rolled as they began to take a new shape and stretch. His skin began to give away to an ugly black that grew larger and swelled. His mouth has split open as his fangs elongated and pinchers began to sprout from his face. His eyes began to sting, his vision doubling, then tripling, and quadrupling. His eyes looked around frantically, watching as his field of vision dented and widened, now painted in a reddish tint. It started to grow more distant as his body began to lift, his back arching as it hit the ceiling. 

Arms, legs, began to sprout from his ribs, sharp and spiky as they punctured the mattress around you. The hands on your body began to grow claws that punctured your skin, making you cry out as the smell of copper filled the air. His cock was the last to change, swelling and thickening. The sounds of your panicked screams echoed in his heightened senses, the smell of blood growing strong as his abnormal cock split you open from the inside in a way that was impossible. Your walls tore in an effort to accommodate him, and you tried to pry yourself off of him as the pain grew stronger. It only served for his morphed claws to dig deeper into your skin and you sobbed heavily. The sounds of your desperate pleas for help and terrified screams echoed in Miguel’s head. He tried to comfort you, apologize, but his words were only inhuman gargles. 

An instinctive surge coursed through his body, his cock throbbing in a need to mate you. The need to have your stomach swell with spider eggs and create the perfect egg sac. He can’t do that if you’re trying to escape and if you’re in pain. 

He leans his face closer to you, making you sob harder and turn away. It provided the perfect access to your neck. His fangs grazed the skin, before he sunk them in. You let out a muffled scream, your body quickly began to sag as the sedative chemical began to fill your bloodstream and make you sleep. Your eyes began to flutter, your mind trying to fight the drowsiness and failing. In a few seconds, your body completely relaxed onto the bed with your eyes closed and erratic breathing turning soft. 

When the sedation wears off, when he turns back, he will cuddle up to you. When you wake up and look around frantically in fear, he will pretend to wake up and reassure you it was only a dream. A horrible nightmare sprung from your wild imagination. But for now, he ruts into you, his bulbous tip smashing against your cervix and jolting your body upwards on the bed. His movements are frantic and slightly disoriented as he tries to maneuver in his new form. Your walls are impossibly tight around him, glued to his length and almost refusing to let him go. It brought him closer to the edge, and with a few sharp thrusts he began to spill into you. 

It surged out of you, overflowing from the edges of your hole in a creamy light pink as it mixed with your blood. When the blood washed out, it began to run a pure white. It soaked into the sheets and began to form a puddle. Then, Miguel’s body began to shift again. All the new additions receded back into his frame until he collapsed on top of your body. He was breathing heavily, his body readjusting to his human form. He groaned softly when he pulled out of you, and a panic welled in his chest. 

He needs to fix this before you wake up. 

He frantically got off of you, moving your unconscious body higher up on the bed so he can remove the sheets. He scours the closet you keep the linens in, picking out the one most similar to the old sheets. He doesn’t have time to go out and buy a new mattress, instead ripping up the cum and blood stained sheets and stuffing the fabric in the holes as a temporary solution and then covering it up with the new sheets. He cleans you up, amazed when the puncture wounds on your body have disappeared, only leaving the crusted trails of blood and discoloration. He can only hope your vaginal walls have repaired themselves and you only have an uncomfortable stretch between your legs. 

When everything looks normal, he tucks you in and crawls in beside you. He holds you tightly to his chest, breathing in your scent and squeezing his eyes shut.

 It was only a dream, he begins to practice in his head. Just a dream.

This felt like a fever dream to write. I can not explain to you the way I was laughing and ripping at my hair in bizarre astonishment as I typed this shit out LMAO. 

Like ‘Internal Vaginal Ripping’ and ‘Mentions of Reader Developing a Spider Egg Sac’??? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

[envy-of-the-apple]

Sweet Home

idk how the multiverse works so im just fucking up the worldbuilding but basically my hc is that whenever a dimension suffers trauma (too many ppl leaving dimensions, rift in time etcetc), it will create a shield around itself, preventing anyone from entering or leaving as it works to self-correct. 

(Yandere, dark, kidnapping, captive, delusional behavior, gn reader, implied deaths, talks of bombs)

Yandere!Miguel O'hara x reader

Honestly, you weren’t much of a threat. 

It was a rather misfortunate case of wrong place wrong time. One second, you were in your home, mulling about. The next, you were across dimensions. 

At least, that’s how it was explained to you. You had no idea there could be more than one spiderman, and now you were surrounding by millions. Maybe even billions. Here they all were. Heroes, all working together to save the multiverse, returning innocent people, like you, back to where they came from. 

But, according to Miguel, you were a special case. 

“It’s not too hot, this time?” He asks, his face in the same scowl as always. Before, you assumed he hated you. Now, you realize the man had a hard time showcasing emotion. 

It’s still there, though. You can see the concern in his eyes as they soften ever so slightly, as if he was remembering the scalding hot tea that burned your tongue. 

You tasted it, smiling at its perfection. When you mentioned you preferred something sweet, you had almost choked on the lump of sugar at the end of the cup Miguel prepared. After that, he was much more lenient with sugar. 

Ever since, you were put into his custody, he made it very clear your comfort would be his top priority. You never considered a superhero agency to be comforting, but the room he lent you was spacious and had a warm fluffy bed, food was always delicious, the guilt-filled gifts were always nice. It was clear the man spared no expense. 

“It’s perfect,” you say, “thank you.” 

He gives a smile. Though, it’s strained, like he’s not sure if he’s doing it correctly. He finally gives up, staring down at your techband. It wasn’t as sophisticated as his, you understood why you couldn’t have one, you were just grateful it stopped you from glitching. 

“So...is there anything new?” You ask, careful to broach the subject. 

You couldn’t go back home, not yet. It had taken a while for you to calm down when you were first brought here. You had been terrified, fearing for your life surrounded by these strangers who all strangely resembled spiderman. It was Miguel that had talked you down. He wasn’t patronizing, didn’t coddle you, but he wasn’t unkind. 

He explained things carefully. When you had been ripped from your dimension, something had gone wrong. The dimension had closed in, as if it were a living creature defending itself, an armadillo creating a thick shell. No one could go in or out. 

So, here you stayed at the spiderman’s headquarters, temporarily dimensionless. 

You peered into Miguel’s face. He was tired. He always looked tired. You wondered if he was getting enough sleep. Guiltily, you knew you were partially a reason for that. 

“Nothing.” He sighed. “We still can’t communicate to your spiderman, nor can we break into the gates. So far, no progress.” 

You had a feeling that’d be the case. You gave a strained smile, feeling more and more hopeless. 

“Hey.” His hand was warm on your shoulder. “I’ll find a way to get you back home, I promise. Don’t give up on me just yet.” 

He was close, leaning in just so your faces were inches apart. Miguel was just being kind, you knew that. But his height and stature had always intimidated you. A part of you was sure he knew that. It was why he would always hover over your, like it was some way to subconsciously keep you in check. 

It was an absurd thought. As always, you shook it off. 

“And besides, if we can’t, you’re always free to stay here.” He gave a lazy wave to the spacious room filled with gadgets you couldn’t even begin to describe. 

 It was a joke. You knew that. Miguel was adamant about ‘anomalies’ being returned to where they belonged. You were certain he would’ve thrown you back into your dimension if the situation were different. Yet, just the thought of staying here forever, never seeing your friends or family ever again tugged on your heart. 

You appreciated everything Miguel had done for you, he had gone above and beyond, but you were lonely. Due to protocol, only Miguel was able to see you. You understood it, but it didn’t mean you were not allowed to have human emotions. 

You longed for home. 

He must have seen it in your eyes because he pulled back some. The lines on his face hardened ever so slightly. He was angry. Not at you. Never at you. 

“You done with that?” He changed the subject, gesturing to your cup. 

Nodding, you return it to him gratefully. He stands up, grabbing the remnants of lunch and dirty dishes. 

“I’ll be back.” He tells you, and he’s assured you plenty of times that you weren’t, but it was hard not to feel like a prisoner as you watched him leave through a metal door. 

You waited for ten seconds, and then you rose from your own seat. 

There were only two rooms you had access to. Your own, and then Miguel’s office. 

Well, it wasn’t really an office. It was a large computer room, but Miguel always worked here, and you always kept him company, much preferring the companionship of at least one human rather than the solitude of your bedroom. 

Over time, he seemed to trust you a bit more. Or maybe he started underestimating you. Over time, he had accidentally given you most of the passwords to this place, not really paying attention as you not-so-secretly spied on his work.

You felt a little guilty for snooping, but a part of you was frustrated. You’d been stuck here for weeks, with no concrete answer. Miguel always seemed to evade your questions. You wanted an explanation. Assurance. 

Strangely enough, you felt a little old as you clumsily operated a machine that was decades into the future. It was a humbling experience. You typed in your dimension number, a sequence you knew by heart. 

Huh. 

You weren’t sure what a closed dimension looked like, but it certainly wouldn’t look like this. It looked fine. Despite your minimal experience with looking at dimension maps, you could tell the gates were opened. You could even see tiny dots flitting in and out. People.

Everything looked fine. 

Then...why did Miguel say you couldn’t go home? 

“What are you doing?” 

You hadn’t even noticed he’d come back. He had been so silent. Like a spider. 

You whirl around to face him. For the first time, you realize you’d never actually seen him without his signature blue and red costume. His face was stony. His demeanor had changed, as if earlier he was actively trying to pretend around you. Before, he used to slouch slightly, his hands would drape awkwardly at his sides. Now, his back was straight, arms ready. 

You’d never thought Miguel as threatening before.

Still, you try your best to loosen the sudden tension in the room. You give a sheepish smile, hoping it doesn’t wobble like your heartbeat. 

“I think my dimension just opened up,” You mutter, halfheartedly pointing to the screen, “Does this mean I can go back home?” 

He steps forward. You inch backward as he makes his way over to the computers. All the screens shut off. You can barely see him in the dim light. 

He works he jaw, like he wants to tell you something but can’t. 

Despite your heart going a mile a minute, you don’t want to be scared of Miguel. The only friend you had here. You bite your lip, gaining all the courage you could. 

“Did you lie to me?” It was a stupid question. Of course Miguel would say no. He wouldn’t do this to you. He couldn’t. 

His eyes slice into you. Crimson. 

“Yes,” he says simply, “I did.” 

You weren’t expecting that. You couldn’t have. Your mind was whirling, desperately trying to piece together an explanation. 

The tears burned in your eyes. You forced yourself to keep them at bay. 

“Why?” It was barely a whisper, you weren’t sure if he had heard you. 

He rakes his hand through his hair. It was something he did when he was stressed. You’d once jokingly told him that if he kept doing that he’d go bald. 

You had joked with this man. 

“I was going to put you back,” He said, almost like he was pleading to you. As if you were his judge, his executioner, and not his helpless prisoner. 

“That was the plan. I was going to put you back but...” He sucks in a breath. He gives a laugh with no real mirth. 

“But then I realized how much safer you’d be here.” 

You didn’t understand. You take another step back. He follows. 

“Your dimension opened back up two weeks ago.” You’d been stuck here for three. “Communication has resumed like normal. I lied about that.” 

It felt like a sick prank. Like he would suddenly start laughing, telling you how gullible you were. 

But it feels even worse when he doesn’t do that. He just stares, almost like he feels sorry for you. 

You don’t want his pity. 

“You haven’t met your dimension’s spiderman, have you?” He suddenly asks. “He’s a good kid. But that’s all he is. Just a kid. Thinks everything comes easy. His fate is worse than most.” 

“His recklessness causes a bomb to detonate. 126 people die.” His gaze is stiff on your figure. 

“Including you.” 

You freeze, staring at him, unable to move. The word of your death still lingered in the air. 

“I told myself I’d send you back,” he continues staring into the dark screens, “But you were so sweet and you made me feel so-” He cuts himself off with a huff. 

“I always have to make the right decision. Every time.” He finally says, looking back at you. 

“Just for once, I wanted to be selfish.” 

“Miguel-” 

“I won’t.” He interrupts. “I’ll keep you here. I’ll keep you safe. I always keep things that belong to me safe.” 

You don’t like how he phrased that. You don’t like anything about this. This didn’t sound like your Miguel. 

Or did you even know him? Was the weeks of kindness all an act? A ploy to keep you satisfied?

Look how wonderfully that worked? You walked right into his trap like a stupid butterfly, struggling in the sticky webs. 

“You said it yourself,” you whisper, “I’m an anomaly. I can’t-I can’t stay in a dimension that isn’t mine. I could cause rifts-or-or even worse disasters.”

You try to throw his words back at him, hoping it’d knock some sense into him. He just gives a hum at your attempts. 

“Not if you stay here,” he replies, “Not if I keep you contained. Keep you here.” 

You shake your head, stepping back. This felt like a nightmare. The tears were falling in full force, down your quivering chin as you stare at him. 

“You-you can’t do that,” You mutter, backing up against the wall as he makes his way towards you, “You can’t do that.”

He crowds you against him, hushing you as he bundles you up to his chest, stroking your hair. He’s so warm. His scent of woodland mountains is so strong. He suffocates you. You hadn’t realized it until just now. 

“I know you don’t understand.” Miguel replies, sounding so genuine. It makes you sick. “But you will. One day. One day you’ll thank me for saving you.” 

Saving you. This wasn’t saving you. This was keeping you. This was killing you. 

“I want to go home.” Your voice breaks, cracks under the weight of his confession. “Miguel please. I-I need to go home.” 

For the first time, he smiles. A sincere smile. 

A condescending smile. Like you’ve said something adorably naïve. 

“Mi amor.” He purrs, affectionately kissing your cheek. 

“You are home.” 

[sillybond]

As a send of here's my compilation of every detail/gag or pretty much everything that I loved about the Fionna and Cake finale.

First off, the lighthearded stuff.

First of all. That's Hunter!!! We finally get to see HW gender-swapped counterpart's design. Gotta say I love that they kept it the same, it does feel like it could fit anyone.

Talking about him, I LOVE that they are finally adding him to the gang. I didn't expect him to be so prevalent in the finale, but I couldn't be happier! It seems like the crew has finnaly learned to apreciate HW and they are inserting her (even if it's Hunter) whenever they can.

All the raw emotion of the lich would have been unheard of at any other point in AT's history. The depression and hopelessnes, such human emotions were amazing to explore in him. He poses himself as a "ceesless weel" a god-like beeing of pure destruction, but even he neels when he realices it was all for nothing.

For some time I theorized that Golb (and subsequently Golbetty) was, in fact, Scarabs and Prismo's Boss. Kind of like a ultimate deity, high up on the pantheon. But seeing how Scarab adresses her in such a careles way, emphasizing that she should "stay out of this" made me think about the real power dinamic between thees two. And thus, of the whole multiverse bureocracy.

This tittle card rips me apart. It's briming with thematic importance. But I feel so many emotions simply beacuse it says cheers, it's like a send-off, a happy cheerfull goodbye to all of us who enjoyed this show. It made me tear up a bit when I first saw it.

For thoose who aren't aware Pawn Swan's was created by Steven Wolfhard after CAWM alongside the pup kingdom. He has in his tumblr a gigantic amount of lore about it. I'm sooo happy they finally got to use his ideas and designs. Many of the pups seen all trought Shermy and Beth's sequence were in his drawings too. So go check that out!

I'm a complete sucker for happy endings and THIS was PERFECTION. I simply connot describe how much I obsolutely LOVE that they are able to comunicate and talk. it's just perfect, this show has me spoiled-rotten.

In pure Marceline fashion Marshal tries playing another song. And Gary is soo into this man it's unreal

But, also in pure Marceline fashion, he gets interupted. It kind of reminded me about Marceline's song to Bonny in Obsidian. But it's kind of the oposite outcome, Scarab isn't affected by it at all while Glorbo is finaly delt with.

Talking about Simon being happy. I'm just so glad that he has been able to reconect with Astrid!!! This man is such a DAD, I love him :,)

Before Fionna's world was finaly canonized we can see that it really just amounts to the city. Which makes sense because if you are trying to put a whole world in a dude's head, you are going to have to cut some stuff out.

Anyways, after they are made legit we can see that the city has expanded! And I also assume that now there's not only a city, but a whole world too!!

This really came as a surprise honeslty, but a welcomed one at that. I assume that since Jay agrees to stay in the city, even if it's not forever, Farmworld Finn must be fine. It doesn't make any sense for him to drop his 4 little brothers just to screw around in another universe.

The only sad part is that, since we don't see neither PB nor Marcy in the tank that means they are probably dead. In the end it does seem like they took eachothers life, together.

Now onto the heavy stuff!

"This is the world we want to fight for. The Scarab is kind of invincible. But we won't give up. If we die, we'll die together, as ourselves"

This cuts deep. At this moment Fionna was ready to die. She acknowledges that she had tried everything she could and that, in a way, it was her fault. But she also understands that this is what it is. And she's ready to depart. In what she thought were her last moments she found happines in thoose and that around her. Magic or not, they were all together, and that's what mattered.

"We made our choices. We could have made better ones, but I don't have any regrets. You were a wonderful experience"

We knew Simon had wronged Betty. She had put away everything for him. He didn't do it on porpuse, but he recognised he could have been more thoughtful. In the end, while Simon acknowledges his mistakes Betty doesn't demonise neither him nor the relationship that came bacuse of it. It's a very sentimental, heartfelt conclusion.

As humans we often try to make our best to navigate life. But with all the choices in front of us it's very hard to get it right. A lot of time might have to pass before we truly see how wrong we were. We realize that we hurt people, and that things didn't have to be this way. But once we acknowledge this we can finaly move on. At this moment, Simon realizes that it's okay to fail but, unfortunetly, we can't go back. We have to live with it and it can't prevent us from moving forward.

In the end all we can do is have compassion for ourselves, and for each other.

That was pretty much all of the details and highlights for me. There's some other ones but they are kind of too obvious to point out.

Thanks a lot for reading the whole thing! It means a lot :)

[neochan]

MISCHIEF (M)

PARING | loki!jeno x reader ft. thor!haechan

SYNOPSIS | the god of mischief wants you

WC | 1k

WARNINGS | kidnapping, implied sexual references, slight cnc / dubcon

A.N | okay i've been super into marvel lately, so here is a little drabble inspired by that. please pay attention to the pairings! btw this will be continued in full over on my marvel blog, though it will be with actual loki and thor

“i didn’t expect to be seeing you on your knees so soon darling.”

the god slouches leisurely against his high-back throne. dark green and golden metal that went beyond that of earth complemented his fair complexion, the jagged spikes at the top reminiscent of the hungry gleam in his eye. one of his legs is dragged towards his chest, a toned arm slung across the knee. it was uncommon to see a god in such a state. unbothered, unproper, inappropriate for someone of his status.

you suppose he could do what he wished. that much was evident in the situation at hand, literally. fingers uncomfortably dig into the skin of your upper arms, half pulling, half dragging, you along the cool marble floor until you were situated on your scraped knees before the god. the binding holding your wrists together behind your back pinches the skin, but you don’t cry out. in fact, you give them nothing.

his guards don’t let go until he flicks a hand in their direction, dismissing them from their duty. he looks unbothered when he does it, as if you hadn’t been the very thing he scoured the multiverse for. years on end, tracking, searching, yearning for you. the very thing needed to satiate that hunger in his eyes; the reprieve for an insatiable creature. it was only by your incompetence that he captured you. falling for his mind tricks – something so simple yet so incredibly careless. you’d beat yourself up every single second you spent in the tiny cell you were in – tucked away in the corner of his ship where no one could hear you yelling obscenities at yourself, the guards, the god.

without thinking, you spit in his direction. you hated him. despised him. the guards go to grab you again but jeno simply waves them off, “no need gentlemen. seem’s like our visitor here needs to learn manners. please occupy yourselves with something else so i can teach her.”

the two men bow low to the ground before retreating to tend to other matters on the ship. not like there was much to do, you were drifting through deep space. some place no one would find you. not even haechan.

“haechan will come looking for me.” you seethe, gritting your teeth when jeno hops up off the stool and tauntingly saunters towards you.

his footsteps echo through the room. the noise makes your stomach churn, and you fear him for a second. he was a god. someone so powerful he could rip your existence from time and space. he should be feared. you knew he could sense it too, a smug smirk lifting the corner of his upper lip.

“my brother isn’t even aware of your disappearance.” the annoyance on his tongue at their familial tie is evident.

that couldn’t be. he knew you were gone. he was probably assembling the avengers as you spoke, he was probably already on his way, maybe even close-

“oh my darling y/n, he��s not on his way. and he’s definitely not close.”

mind reading. you sneer, “fuck off.”

“what filthy words for a pretty girl like you. do i need to wash your mouth out with soap like a child?” his eyebrows raise, features mimicking faux concern.

spit works itself up in your mouth, but right before you’re about to project it in his direction, his hand reaches out and squeezes your jaw, “you are a child. didn’t your mommy and daddy teach you not to spit on people. gods, i expected more from you.” his calloused fingers squeeze harder, “swallow.”

you have no choice but to comply.

“now, why don’t i teach you how to properly use that mouth of yours, hm?”

the heat that was threatening to pool between your legs betrays your brain, which was screaming at you to say no. to break free of the binds and get the fuck out of there.

“darling, i can feel it. you want – need it as much as i do.” he lets go of your jaw and takes a step back, “it’s distracting…overwhelming.” his eyes close and he breathes deep, “your body… it’s tense. waiting for...”he smirks, and you feel the familiar probe of his mind searching your own, “my fingers?” his eyes snap open, “gods, you have a thing for my hands? oh darling it’s too late to deny it now.”

you hated how intrusive he was. how he could take any of the thoughts from your brain and devour them. a personal diary for the picking.

“stop reading my mind! i d-don’t have a thing for your hands. LET ME GO!” your scream rings out through the foyer. this was humiliating. defeating. you just wanted to go home.

“my sweet, i can make this your home. your empire.” he kneels down in front of you, a hand reaching out to caress the same jaw he had nearly crushed earlier, “i didn’t almost crush your jaw. i was stopping you from ruining my suit.”

doe eyes peak up at him with anger, “get your hands off of me.”

“would you rather them be here?” light as a feather, his fingers trail down the side of your throat, favoring the front of the tattered shirt you were in. they slip underneath the hem and slide over the expanse of your stomach.

the gasp that leaves your lips is a betrayal of your own mind.

“i know you want this darling. give in to me.” the god of mischief, chaos, and trickery stares at you through his heavy lashes. you knew he could manipulate someone’s mind, make them bend to his will with one look, but as you nod your head slowly, the words refusing to come out, you realize that there was no manipulation.

he was right all along.

[bahnloopi]

Your Broly Black ideas inspired me, so here's some random thoughts I had about them:

Broly Black (Z):

Zamasu wished to "Swap bodies with the mortal that hates Son Goku the most", and either just took Broly's body from that world OR Z Broly hated him so much that the Super Dragon Balls pulled him and his body through the multiverse.

Spear for a weapon, perhaps becoming a Trident as he powers up (connotations of Royalty that Zamasu would surely enjoy + the mental image of Black stabbing Trunks with a Trident with an evil grin is powerful)

Would get the most affected by this body's personality, leading to a very spiteful and downright malicious Saiyan that would take more and more joy from his actions as he goes on.

Worst relationship with Immortal Zamasu as the two slowly become different people, maybe culminating in them outright refusing to fuse.

If they did, then Merged Zamasu would end up being so much worse, his body breaking down quicker with cracks breaking into his immortal side aswell. In addition, the immortal body having a way higher capacity alongside way less stability means Merged Zamasu would end up being a bomb when he dies, his overflowing ki risking the whole galaxy.

Rose Legendary would likely fuse into a single aura and form, enhancing all his worst traits as he continues to enhance it. I'd imagine it'd start more lean, slowly growing more Buff until he rips his shirt (reflecting how Zamasu loses himself to his Saiyan side as he connects to the body).

Broly Black (Super):

Zamasu decided to think his wish through more and used the Time Ring to go back in time to watch Gokus major battles, trying to figure out what he had to let him get so far.

And he notices a few things, like Goku using godly techniques (if he would go on to force the knowledge of both techniques from that pitiful "King" Kai, then he would never tell) and Goku beating someone that stole his body already (darn it Ginyu) but, above all else...

He can adapt. He may lose, but he comes back stronger each time. And Zamasu needed to find a way around that.

And so, he wished on Super Shenron to "Swap bodies with the Saiyan with the highest latent potential", giving him the body of Broly.

... shame he has no clue who Broly is, and he won't find Vampa for... a while.

Most affected by the bodies rage, him losing himself into it until he doesn't even care (the whole way he says he has control over it)

His weapon would be something more blunt and martial, such as something simmilar to knuckle dusters or boxing gloves.

Legendary Rose wouldn't be one Merged form as it is too far away from Zamasu's personality to blend easily. Instead, it would be a clash between the two, the Divine simplicity and mortal emotion clashing like trying to hold magnets together.

Gets on well with Immortal Zamasu until he snaps and transforms, fooling only himself when he says that he has control over this brutal form.

Merged Zamasu flat out wouldn't happen, with Zamasu refusing to merge with a berserk Saiyan out of control and instead teaming up with the heroes temporarily to stop Black

Kale Black:

Gonna be honest, can't think of a reason for this one beyond maybe "Zamasu waits a bit, sees the U6 expo / ToP and notices how strong Kale was"

The Most nothing of the Black Beserkers ngl.

Weapon would 10000% be two Great Axes, one over each shoulder.

Could maybe tie the U6 saiyan biology being different into the form, with God Ki manifesting differently in them (alongside Zenkais, with the U6 saiyans likely not needing them as much as our U7 folk and maybe having weaker ones as a result.)

Let me be the one to tell you these are all f i r e headcanons and a great chunk of them are ideas I had myself and I love these. This was what I wanted when I challenged the fandom to write his lore. So good

[therealdisneyfan2319]

I Love You In Every Universe Part 2 | Wanda Maximoff

Summary: One year after she dreamwalked into a different universe, Wanda finds herself wanting to make amends for her sins.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Language, mentions of PTSD, mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 4K

Masterlist

A/N: This is part 2 of a request from @joewatt111 on Wattpad.  I changed the prompt a little bit to fit the story arc, but I hope you enjoy this sequel!

“Wanda, I’ve told you a million times.  What part of I’m not giving you the Darkhold so you can dreamwalk again don’t you understand?” Agatha pinched the bridge of her nose, completely exasperated.  They’d had this conversation so many times before, but Wanda wouldn’t give it up.

“But I’m not going to do anything wrong!  I just want to go and apologize to Y/N and the other me for what I did.”

“Sweetheart, you already apologized to him.  And must I remind you that if you dreamwalk you’ll be taking over her body again.  What, do you want to keep up this endless cycle of apologizing and going back and apologizing again for taking over her body yet again?!” It was the same conversation every single day. 

Wanda slumped back into her chair, her small frame sinking into its overstuffed cushions.  Her eyes darted to her lap where she fiddled with the rings that adorned her fingers.  Even though it had been such a long time since the incident, the guilt still gnawed at her.  It worsened once she started dreaming about her multiversal counterpart.  She watched every night as the other Wanda and Y/N lived out their suburban dreams with their young son.  They had everything she wanted: a home, a loving family, a normal life.  Yet here she was, completely alone and struggling to piece her shattered life back together.

“Isn’t there anything I can do?” she begged.  The corners of her eyes filled with tears as she thought of the woman she’d terrorized on the other side of the universe.

“Wanda-” “Please.” Her voice cracked as she choked back a sob.  “Please, Agatha.  I just need to tell her I’m sorry.” Agatha sighed.  Many nights Wanda collapsed onto Agatha’s lap, a sobbing mess.  She held the young witch as sobs wracked her body.  Wanda was in excruciating pain.  It constantly tore at her soul, ripping it into smaller and smaller pieces as she felt herself crumble under the weight of it all.  Agatha was patient with her, constantly reassuring her that in time it would become an easier burden to bear.  Yet she knew that Wanda would always carry those scars with her.  She didn’t have the heart to tell her that.  But there was one thing that might be able to help her.

“Look.  There’s something that might be able to help you.  Well, it’s more of a someone than a something,” Agatha finally relented.  She’d been sitting on this one possible solution for months now, not wanting Wanda to push herself too fast and end up in another obsessive state.

Wanda’s ears perked up at Agatha’s admission.  She looked at her mentor, a desperate look in her eye. “Tell me,” she pleaded.  For months she’d been searching for a way to return to the universe she dreamwalked into.  Agatha made her swear off the Darkhold when she started their lessons, citing the fact she almost destroyed her multiversal self’s house and husband.  This took dreamwalking off the table for her.  So she spent hours poring over spellbooks, searching for everything and anything that would allow her to traverse between universes to no avail.

“There’s a girl.  She has the ability to travel the multiverse.  I’ve never met her, but I’ve heard whisperings of a teenager with such extraordinary powers amongst other witches,” Agatha admitted.

“What’s her name?” Wanda asked.

“America.  America Chavez.  She spends her time jumping from universe to universe.  She doesn’t like to linger in one place too long from what I’ve heard.”  Agatha reached in front of her to pick up her mug of tea from the coffee table.  She took a long sip, wrapping her hands around it to take in its warmth.  “America’s the best chance you’ve got at getting back there.”

Wanda’s mind raced as she pondered endless possibilities.  If she got ahold of this girl, she could go back and make things right.  The biggest challenge would be finding her.  If she could travel the multiverse, who knows where she might be at any given time?  Wanda would have to find a way to lure America into this universe in order to get what she wanted.  She didn’t even know where to start.  

“Earth to Wanda: you still with me?” Agatha waved her hand in front of Wanda’s face.  Wanda blinked harshly as she jolted herself back to reality.  She sat up straight in the chair, glancing off to the side as she continued to mindlessly fidget with her rings.  

“Where is she?  How do I find her?” Agatha shrugged.  “Beats me, kiddo.  I’ve never met her.  I’m just telling you what I’ve heard.”

“Great.  Why tell me if you can’t help me?” Wanda stood up, taking a moment to glare at Agatha before she stormed out of the room.  Agatha started to call out to her but Wanda ignored her.  As she stomped into her bedroom, slamming the door shut with her magic, she began pulling spell book after spell book from the shelf.  One of them had to have the answer.  Wanda flipped through page after page, searching desperately for any answer.  Yet the more time she spent in her books, the louder the whispers of the Darkhold became.  So in the dark of night, Wanda crept into the basement to find the cursed book and began her search for America Chavez.

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America Chavez woke to find herself strapped to a chair, red tendrils of magic binding her arms and legs tight against the cold metal.  She was confused, unaware of where she was or how she got there in the first place.  But where was there?  Her heart pounded in her chest as she frantically looked around for something to tell her where she was.  As her eyes strained in the darkness, a red shadow appeared on the floor.  

“America Chavez,” a strangled voice echoed through the dank room.  America watched as a pair of red eyes glowed back at her from the darkness.  They were a deeper crimson than that of the shadowy glow.  They bore into her soul, inciting feelings of terror and anxiety within her.  As she attempted to scream, a shadowy figure looming ever closer, she was silenced with the flick of a ghostly wrist.  

The figure came into focus once America’s eyes adjusted to the lack of light.  She was surprised that it wasn’t a demon at all.  She was young and, except for her red eyes and blackened fingertips, looked like any normal person.  Yet something was…off…about her.  Her face told the story of a woman on the verge of a breakdown.  She looked desperate, pleading almost.  The heavy bags under her bloodshot eyes and the disheveled hair were remnants of an obsessive search for the solution to her problem.

“Please don’t hurt me,” her voice cracked as the magical hold on her vocal cords released.  The woman stared down at America, her brows furrowing as she studied the young girl. She tilted her head slightly, examining her as a predator would once it caught its prey.

“Why would I hurt you?” she puzzled.  “I need you to help me.”

“Help you?  Why would I help you when you literally kidnapped me and tied me to a chair?” she scoffed.

Crash!

“Are you fucking KIDDING me?  When I told you the best way to get America to help you was to talk to her, I didn’t mean kidnap her!” Agatha Harkness snapped as she kicked the door to the basement open.  “I swear to GOD if you’ve been messing with the Darkhold again I’m going to kill you.”  She stormed into the room, now flooded with bright light from the hallway, making her way over to America.  “So sorry about this, sweetheart.  Wanda tends to be a bit dramatic with her entrances.”  She shot Wanda a glare as she undid the red restraints with embers of purple magic.  Wanda rolled her eyes.

“Can someone tell me what is going on here?  Who are you, who is she, why am I here?” America asked as she rubbed her sore wrists.  The restraints cut into her and raised dark bruises on her flesh.

“Agatha Harkness, dear.  Lovely to finally meet you.  That’s Wanda Maximoff.  She’s been looking for you because she insists she needs your help,” Agatha sighed.  

“Why me?” 

“Because I need to go to another universe,” Wanda said.  She leaned up against the wall, her arms crossed as she stared at the ground.  “I need to go find another me and apologize to her for something I did.  Agatha won’t let me dreamwalk, so you’re my only other option.”

“So why the kidnapping?”  

“Wanda’s impulsive.”

“Shut up.”

“As I was saying,” Agatha began as she ignored Wanda’s protestations from the corner, “Wanda needs to get to another universe and you’re the only one who has the power to do that.  Now since she is completely useless when it comes to this sort of thing, I’m asking you politely if you’ll help her out so she’ll drop the damn subject.”

America looked at Agatha, crossing her arms and cocking her head back as she considered the offer in front of her.  “What’s in it for me?” she asked.

“Anything,” Wanda replied a little too quickly.  She was desperate, willing to give anything to make things right.

“Pizza.  Dominick’s.  Pepperoni.  Every single time I come to this universe.  For the rest of my life.”

“Fine.  Done.”  Agatha threw her hands in the air in defeat.  “Just help her.  Please.”  With that she stormed off, her purple magic slamming the door shut behind her.

“So when do we start?” 

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Y/N was sprawled on the couch, his eyes glazed over as he stared blindly at the screen in front of him.  Wanda was upstairs with little Pietro, trying anything and everything to get him to calm down.  He’d been fighting off croup for the better part of a week.  Nothing seemed to help his barky cough, which had been keeping Wanda and Y/N awake most nights.  The lack of sleep, plus the visits to the pediatrician and alternating taking time off from work to stay with Pietro, was catching up with the both of them.  Y/N had been home with him all day, so Wanda offered to take him once she got back from work in order to give him a chance to decompress.

From his half-dazed state he heard soft footsteps echoing down the stairs.  He glanced up as Wanda came down from the nursery looking absolutely worn out.  “He finally went down,” she breathed, pushing a sweaty strand of hair away from her forehead.

“Finally?”  Wanda nodded.  “Good.  Maybe we can relax for a bit then.”  He scooched himself up on the couch, pushing himself up so he fit against the corner.  Wanda smiled wearily as she flopped down.  She snuggled up into him, nuzzling his neck as she wrapped her arms around him.  He kissed the top of her head.  The faint smell of orange blossoms warmed him as he inhaled the sweet scent of her hair.

“I’ve missed this,” Wanda sighed.  “I love Pietro, but I miss the quiet time we used to have.”

“Well, look at it this way.  Only seventeen and a half years and we’ll be empty nesters,” Y/N joked.

Bang! 

 A loud explosion shook the room around them.  The house lurched violently, waking the sleeping baby.  He screamed and coughed as he woke from his fitful slumber.  Wanda flew into the air as she anticipated someone or something to appear.  Y/N fell off the couch, completely jostled by the sudden noise. 

“What the hell was that?!” he yelled through the shaking and crying.  His question was answered by the sudden appearance of a hole that tore through the side of the house.  Except it wasn’t a normal hole.  It was star-shaped, illuminated by jagged blue edges, and led not to the yard outside, but to a dark basement.  Two figures stood in the shadow.  As Y/N struggled to make out what it was he was actually seeing, he was surprised when they stepped out into the living room.

It was Wanda.  Not his Wanda but a different one.  This one had fiery red hair as opposed to his wife’s dark brown locks.  She stared at him with a distinct familiarity, like they’d known each other long ago.  It took him a moment to recognize her for who she was but once he did there was no denying that this must be the Wanda who dreamwalked into his world last year.

“Wanda?” He pushed himself up from the floor, returning her stare with an equal level of intensity.  

“Y/N, what is she doing here?” his wife snapped.  She flexed her wrist, summoning red orbs of magic within her grip as she glared at her multiversal self.  Wanda automatically recognized this other version of herself.  She was the same woman who’d taken over her body and terrorized her husband in a fit of despair.  She dreamt of her regularly, watching as she grieved for her family, learned to better control her powers, and fell into obsessive states over apologizing for the mess she’d made under the control of the Darkhold.  Not all of her dreams were glimpses into this other life.  Sometimes she woke in a cold sweat, screaming as she remembered the feeling of being trapped in her own mind.  The trauma from that day still affected her on an almost daily basis, but she did her best to keep the memories at bay.

“Shit, I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to break anything,” Wanda apologized.  The awkward tension in the room was interrupted by Pietro’s cries from the nursery. 

“Great. And I just got him down for the evening,” Y/N’s Wanda grumbled as she dropped to the floor, landing with a gentle thud.  

“Babe, I’ll go put him back down,” Y/N offered.

“What, and leave me here with her?  Absolutely not.”  She stormed up the stairs.  Wanda stared as she watched her variant run to go soothe her son, feeling ashamed at the fact she managed to make things worse once again.

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to upset her,” she apologized as she turned to Y/N.  Still the man she was meant to be with, her heart skipped a beat when she locked eyes with his radiant Y/E/C eyes.  While he seemed more worn and tired than he did in their last encounter, he still had that rugged handsomeness and twinkle in his eye that so drew her to him.

“What are you doing here?”

“I…I wanted to apologize to her.  For what I did last year.  Properly.  Without the Darkhold.”

“Wanda, you can’t be here,” Y/N sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he shook his head in disappointment.  He understood where the witch was coming from.  His Wanda was the same way, always wanting to make things right, but the last thing she needed was to come face-to-face with the variant who terrorized her.  His wife spent many nights reliving the fear and horror of her bodily possession and he spent many nights holding her as she sobbed, hugging and reassuring her that everything was okay as he peppered her body with sweet kisses.

“P-please, I just need a minute with her.”  The witch’s voice cracked as she struggled to choke back tears.

“Wanda-”

“Y/N please.  I’m sorry.  I know you said you forgive me but I need to talk to her.”

“Do you know what it’s been like for her ever since you dreamwalked into our world?  She wakes up screaming, scared that you’ll come back and take over her body again.  I hold her while she cries, as she sits there reliving that day over and over again.  And now we have a son to take care of. You know what happens when she has those flashbacks?  I have to take care of BOTH of them, on my own, with no help from anyone because no one else understands what she’s been through.  And yes, she’s my wife and I will go to the ends of the earth for her, but she didn’t used to be like this…not until you came.”

Wanda hung her head in shame,  Guilt and grief crashed over her, the waves breaking on her already fragile exterior.  Once again, she’d gone too far.  

Y/N watched a familiar scene unfold in front of him: a variant of his wife, completely broken in every sense of the word, crumpled to the floor in front of him, sobbing into her arms as the world shattered around her again.  He felt bad for her.  She obviously was trying to make amends, but once again she let her emotions get the better of her.  Sighing, he slumped back onto the floor next to her, rubbing circles on the small of her back as tears darkened the sleeves of her light grey shirt.

“Hey.  Wanda.  I’m sorry for getting angry.  It’s just….I’m sorry.  It’s been a long year.  Now Pietro’s sick and I’ve been staying home to take care of him and my boss-”

“You named him Pietro?” she sniffled, her face muffled by her arms.

“Yeah.  Pietro Alexander.  After your brother and my uncle.”

She lifted her head as she repeated the names in her head.  “Pietro Alexander.  I like it,” she smiled.

“It was your, well, her idea.  Much better than the name I came up with.”

“Which was-?”

“Claude.  Claude Leroy.”

Wanda giggled as she brushed a tear from her face.  “That’s an awful name.  Did you want him to get bullied?  Because that’s how you get a kid bullied.”

Y/N rolled his eyes.  “Just make sure that I, well, your universe’s me, that he doesn’t make that same mistake,” he joked.  

Wanda’s eyes cast downward at the mention of the soulmate that was supposed to exist in her universe.  For months she’d been searching for him but to no avail.  She firmly believed that he existed in every universe but her own.  “I don’t think he exists,” she whispered.  “I keep looking for him but I still can’t find him.”

“Did you try the old boat launch?”  Wanda and Y/N looked up to see Wanda walking down the stairs.  The silence that followed her indicated that Pietro went back to sleep with relative ease.

“The what?” Wanda asked her variant.

“The boat launch.  It’s where we first met back in high school,” Y/N explained.  “It was one of those late-night summer parties after our sophomore year.  I was there with my friends and at some point we bumped into each other and I just fell head over heels for her.  Granted we didn’t get together for another year, but that was the night I knew I was going to marry her”

The brunette Wanda smiled as images of a crackling bonfire and fireflies painting a thousand dancing scenes over the moonlight lake raced through her mind, bringing her back to that sweet summer night where she met the boy who changed everything.  “Magic leaves impressions, even in different universes.  That spot means something to every Wanda in every universe.  It’s part of a nexus event, so every version of us has to meet Y/N there somehow.  Try there.”

Wanda stared at her variant.  It was a slightly unnerving experience, looking at another version of herself.  She’d spent her entire life observing her reflection in mirrors, but seeing herself in the flesh was something else.  Was this the way the world saw her?  She suddenly felt conscious about her own appearance, noting the way her black fingertips stood out against her variant’s scarlet nails.  

“Wanda I-” she began, but the words stuck in her throat.  What could she possibly say to this woman, the woman she inadvertently terrorized in her search for love last year?

“I get it.  I get why you decided to dreamwalk last year.  If I was in your position, under the same circumstances, I probably would’ve done the same thing.  I mean, we’re the same person, right?” she smirked.  “Just because I’ve given up the magic for motherhood doesn’t mean I’m all that different from you.”

“I’m sorry.  I’m sorry I hurt you.  I was hurting and it was wrong of me to turn to the Darkhold to help me grieve Vision.”

Her variant sighed, running a hand through her messy brunette hair.  She stood in silence, looking down at her multiversal self sitting next to her husband.  “You hurt me, Wanda.  And I’m trying to deal with it the best I can for the sake of my son.  So I can’t forgive you for that, but I hope that you find love and happiness in your own universe.”

Wanda looked at Y/N, who was still sitting next to her with his hand on her shoulder.  “I can’t come back again, can I?”  He shook his head, smiling weakly as he gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze.  “Okay,” she whispered.  As she stood up, she looked back at herself.  This other Wanda, brunette, dressed in pajamas, a body that had birthed a new life, was the type of person she wanted to be.  A reassuring nod told her that everything would turn out okay.  She walked towards the portal America opened, taking one final look back at the life she so desperately wanted, before stepping back into the dark basement of reality. 

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The crisp autumn air nipped at Wanda’s nose as she stepped out of the car.  She hugged her jacket closer to her, shivering as the breeze cut through the warmth of the wool garment.  Looking around she noticed that she was the only one at the old boat launch.  Moss covered docks bobbed in the murky water while dry docked boats sank into the earth.  

It wasn’t Wanda’s first time at the boat launch since her last journey through the multiverse.  She went down every day to sit and wait.  Occasionally she’d encounter a fisherman or teenagers looking for a place to smoke, but she never saw Y/N.  Remembering what her variant said about nexus events gave her the strength to sit there day after day.  She sat in silence, often contemplating what she wanted out of life and what she would do once she met Y/N.  Other times she’d meditate on her multiversal self, allowing her subconscious to drift to the universe where baby Pietro was learning to walk much to the amusement of his parents.

Although it was a cool fall day, Wanda sat down at her usual spot at the end of the most solid dock, removing her boots and socks before dipping her toes into the water.  She kicked her legs aimlessly, skimming the lake’s surface as she looked out towards the surrounding woods.  The autumnal hues painted the trees with all different shades of reds and oranges and yellows.  She sighed, disappointed that she was alone once again.  So she sat there and took in the beauty of the world around her.

She spent most of the afternoon on the dock, reflecting on her life.  As she gazed out over the water, she heard footsteps behind her.  Her breath hitched as they grew closer, the sound of hard rubber soles smacking against the dock echoing off the water.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to disturb you.  I was just looking for a quiet place to sit and read.”  

Wanda’s ears perked up when she heard the familiar voice in her ears.  She whipped around at the voice, looking up into the warm Y/E/C eyes that first invaded her consciousness when Agatha cast her spell for the first time.  A smile spread over her face as she looked into the face of the man who was going to change her life.  “Well, you can sit here if you want.  I’m Wanda.”

“I’m Y/N.  Y/N L/N.”

[firerose18991]

A Fly In A Web

Miguel O'Hara x GN! Reader

A/N: The time has come

Minors DNI(ageless and minors will be blocked!!)

Warnings: It's all plot, cliffhanger, strong language, small action sequences, inconsistent writing structure, gender neutral reader :-)

Wrdcnt:1.9k

You had been a spider for 2 years now and not to toot your own horn but you were probably one of the best in spider society. I mean you handled your problems better than most. Though no one has told you how simple your canon was compared to everyone else's.  You had never lost anything significant, really you hadn't had anything to lose.  The job was your dream, ultimate freedom.

In the eyes of some you were a slacker, especially Miguel.  So when the society was spread thin on a particularly harrowing day in the multiverse he had to deploy you.  You showed up, brazen as ever, taking the lead on the mission and often getting in the way of those who knew better.  To you this mission was just as simple as everything else that’d been thrown your way and you approached it accordingly alongside your team.  The mission was completed successfully (by the skin of your teammates teeth) and you all returned to spider central to give reports to Miguel.  

You walked into the dark office and let the other give the report, you'd already been instrumental to their success.  You sat back and rocked in a chair till all was said.  In the end Miguel dismissed the group.

"Except you (Y/N)." He called, his back was still turned to you.

Obviously he had to sing your praises and it wouldn't be right to do that in front of the others. 

"I know what yer gonna say.  The mission went pretty well today." You spoke up as soon as the others left the room.

There was silence for a beat and then he began to laugh.  You laughed along unsure at first, Miguel never laughs.  But then it became clear he was amused at you.

"What's so funny?"

"You really believe you did good out there huh." He finally faced you from his platform.

"Oh please they wouldn't have made it without me."

"I suppose you did do well at taking enemy fire for them, but I can't say much for skills' ' He sat on the edge with his legs dangling off and his head cradled in one hand.

'Can't say much for skill? What!’ You thought.

"I'm one of the best Miguel!" You kicked the chair you were sitting in into the wall. "And don't you fucking forget it.". 

You stormed out of his nest and headed out to the hall to transport yourself home.

Throughout the next week Miguel’s taunting stuck with you.  Then another massive threat arrived, but this time it was your world.  The society would get the notification soon enough but as the native spider you were the first responder.  You really thought you could handle this big bad before it even showed up in their radar.  You suited up and headed into the fray.

At first things were going your way.  You evacuated the part of the city closest to the monster and swopped into tangle it in your webs like usual.  But it was powerful and ripped through them like string.  You tried again and again until exhaustion and just as you were about to land to reconsider your strategy it caught your foot.  You were dragged through buildings and concrete.  Each time it would find your body and continue its punishment on you like a child with a toy.  The only thing you thought while being thrown around was that at least your city was safe while it pummeled you.

You didn't even hear the hundreds of portals that spread all around you as fellow spiders rushed to subdue the monster.  You'd lost feelings in your body a while ago and your vision wasn't far behind.

You woke up in the med bay of the spider base.  The only light in your room came from the sun leaking through the curtains.  The room was various shades or blue and smelled like peroxide.  You looked down at your body covered in bandages and assorted castings.

"I lived bitch." You wheezed out a laugh that turned into dry painful coughing.

A small plastic cup of water was held to your lips followed by a strong hand pushing you back down into the bed.

"Eres una maldita idiota." Miguel looked down at you. 

You pulled away from the cup painfully swallowing the soothing liquid.

"You know I don't even understand English sometimes, so you're gonna-" Your coughing interrupted you again.

"Save the quips.  You're on bed rest and benched until further notice."

"Yeah I assume the two go hand in hand." You persisted stubbornly.

"You don't get it.  Once you're healed, you're benched.  I'll have another spider watch your turf and you'll train with me.  Until I can trust you in the field again."

"What was I supposed to do?" Your voice clawed through your throat.

"Call for backup.  We're seconds away, that's what all this is.  And if your pride affects your work this much, I can't leave you to your own devices." He set down the water cup and turned to leave

"Miguel!" You grabbed his arm.  You bruised fingers squeezed to a purple hue through your cast. "You can't do this."

"It's not up for discussion." He pulled your arm away effortlessly.

You were left in the same maddeningly blue room for the next 2 months recovering.  Once you were discharged you'd move to the rehabilitation wing for another 3 weeks.

Which wasn't all bad.  You weren't restricted to one room and you were out of those itchy casts.  Pav would stop by to see you and others from time to time.  He was still a happy spider, and it honestly made it easier to go on seeing someone get through the job unscathed.

After you were cleared for dimensional travel you had to be assigned back your watch by Miguel.  You hadn’t seen him since your accident and steamed with anxiety as you walked to his roost.  It was pathetic to go back and grovel for something you had earned.

"Miguel." You called halfheartedly to the dark room.

His platform began to slide down to a visible level.

"I'm not in the mood to wait for the snail tram.  Can you get down here?" You tapped your foot rapidly on the tile.

Much to your surprise he hopped down silently to your level.  He landed only an inch from your face.  His mask was up and he stared down at you for a moment.  

"Here to train, then?" The nanotech mask melted away to reveal him.

"Here for my watch, I'm going home."

"So you'll start tomorrow?"

"I'll start when I need it." You held your neck straight up to face him.

"Then I'll let you know this device can only access your dimension and HQ."

"Are you putting me on a leash?" You snarled

"Maybe when you get home you can look up the term 'benched'.  Safe travels." He tossed you the watch and fwipped back to his platform (that had still not descended fully).

Nonetheless, you returned to your apartment.  The spiders that had taken turns watching your dimension had also kept the place in good shape for you.  It was good to be back in your own bed.  And in your own New York.  You laid back to relax and looked over at your spare suit.  It mocked you.  Despite what you said you knew you couldn't live up to the symbol.  You'd think if Miguel wanted to bench you he'd have taken it away too.  

"But then what would I wear for training?" You sighed to yourself.

The next day you were up bright and early(ish).  You pulled your spare on and flicked your watch to the only other accessible dimension and stepped into HQ.  It'd only been a day but you felt like a stranger, giving up your pride and all that.  You wouldn't be surprised if Miguel rubbed your nose in it everyday for as long as your training lasted.

You decided to scope out the training center before going to see him.  You'd never been to this part of the building and the irony was not lost on you.  Going through the strength section you see none other than Miguel hauling a Uhaul sized slab of metal across the gym.  He wasn't wearing his spider suit and was instead covered in by a tank top hopelessly lost in his chest muscles and gym shorts that left nothing to the imagination.

"You showed up?" He sounded tired as he reached the other side of the gym.

"Yeah whatever." You shrugged, walking further into the gym's center.

He rolled his eyes at you.

"We’ll start simple, fortify your body."

"I know I'm not as ripped as you, but I'm plenty strong."

"Endurance is your best bet in a fight.  Anyone could train in that and not hit a limit.”

He started you on 2 different drills you'd be required to perfect by then end of the week before starting new regimes.  Each week you'd be facing more challenges to improve the targeted skill.

The first few days were rough.  Each day you'd end up battered and shaking from exertion and leave only to come back and do the same thing on Miguel's schedule, 6:00 a.m. at the latest.  On the last day of your second week of training you ended the day only 5 reps away from your goal.

You sat on the lat press machine struggling to get through the last few.  You felt a shift in the bench behind you and warm callused hands around yours.  Miguel applied nothing but the dead weight of his arm to the handle and yet it was just enough to allow you to complete the task.

You let go of the bar and let the weights slam down behind you.  You'd just chest pressed the weight of a semi truck and would promptly need to pass out as whatever pain you'd had from the workout would be nothing compared to your muscles response the next day.

"Rest up for the next few days.  We'll add on balance training next week"

"That's just insulting." You panted.

He patted you on the back and headed for the door.  So it continued for the next 3 weeks.  Miguel wasn't an encouraging coach; his stone demeanor probably would have made most quit after the first week.   But you'd felt yourself growing stronger each day of training.

"Listen I don't want you to mistake all the physical stuff for real resolve." He said at the end of the third week.  "As a spider you are expected to make choices for the greater good and bare repercussions on your own. The sooner you learn that, the better."

"Listen I'm sure that was a great speech and all, but I'm not gonna remember it.". You were standing en-pointe lifting 200 lbs in each arm.

"When are you going to start taking this seriously (Y/N)?!"

"Lemme know when spider-ham starts flying.". You had your eyes locked on a clock waiting for the final few minutes of your balance training to be over with.

"I'm done." He began to walk away.

"Wha-" you dropped your dumbbells leaving cracks in the ground and chased him.  "Miguel hold up.  I'm serious, alright, I swear.”

He stopped to study you. "Then we have a mission."

"Does this mean I'm off the bench?" You ran in pursuit of him.

"It means you've moved to probation. You'll only make jumps with me, I'll assess your fitness for battle when we're in the thick of it.  If all goes well-"

"I'll be the best spider on the force?"

"You'll be reinstated, but that's a goal I guess." He tapped his watch and opened a portal.

"So what's the mission?"

-fin

(This is going somewhere lol)

[teecupangel]

desmond would definitely be the type to accidentally woo the og fm/otome protagonist AND the harem + bg characters. with the ikemen sengoku, it would be funny if desmond’s route is only unlocked after the mc finishes the entire game and gets all the ending cue the twist of video game protagonist! desmond getting isekaied. His bad route is probably going to be desmond sacrificing himself again :/ …. normal route is desmond just booking it and never finding the truth of who he actually was, rip pov outsider.

Let’s add @artduringclasstime’s reply to the previous post

Those four or so years where I played the Ikemen series religiously just came out of the woodwork to smack me in the face. Sasuke renamed himself after a fictional ninja the moment he went back in time, the STARS he'll have in his eyes upon meeting Desmond. ... and I can definitely see Kenshin going after Desmond. Whether it's for a fight or otherwise, even he doesn't know

Desmond had no plans to do such a thing in the first place. He has no idea why the hell any of these was happening to him.

He doesn’t understand that, because he’s an unknown character, whatever system is in place in the world sees him as a ‘player character’ which means… people have easier time to fall in love with him because of his personality.

I like to imagine that Desmond was given a buff in their affection rating like in the normal mode of “Villains are Destined to Die” where the ‘player character’ gets a 30% affinity already to the possible love interests like a “we’re sorry you’re stuck in our world” kind of apology buff from the ‘gods’ of this world.

Of course, that additional affinity is just there to make sure Desmond doesn’t get on the bad sides of the powerful men from the get go and can still go down or up, depending on Desmond’s action.

Sasuke would be the one to talk about Multiverses and such and how Desmond’s existence could mean that they themselves are a work of fiction in a different world.

Desmond is like “yeah, I get what you’re talking about but that’s not really helpful to our current situation?” which would embarrass Sasuke because he got too fired up about it.

So in this one, they sorta know Desmond’s true identity because Sasuke played Assassin’s Creed (for the history) so Sasuke gives them the idea that maybe a POE is also somewhere here since Desmond’s here.

It’s a long shot but it’s a possibility that they can’t just dismiss.

And that is the start of Desmond’s route. Depending on the player’s actions, the player character would later switch to Desmond for the secret BL route! (Which has a harem ending because why not?)

(Kenshin’s route is more on the side of enemies-to-lovers route with Desmond actually getting a headache over how ‘devoted’ to fighting Kenshin is).

His bad ending is them finding the POE and learning that it can be used to bring them back to their proper time and dimension BUT they will come back to it at the exact time they left so Desmond will return to his world only to die from the device ‘again’. He still goes through with it though because he wants to get Mai and Sasuke back to their time and he believes he’s been living in borrowed time. The normal ending, I believe, is Desmond not using the POE and finally leaving everyone with the idea that, if he’s stuck in this world, he’ll build a Brotherhood somewhere he’s more familiar with: Italy. In other words, the normal ending has Desmond alive but alone in a whole other country with no idea what happens to him afterwards.

The part where Desmond books it and no one finds out who he truly is would work as the ‘failed’ event of unlocking Desmond’s route.

To even unlock Desmond’s route, there would be two conditions:

(1) Finished all the endings for each route.

(2) Start a new game and go to a specific event that lets Mai walk in town (this will show up as a new ‘option’ during one of the early parts of the game)

(3) Choose the “Don’t scream” when Mai wakes up one night with a shadow looming above her after the previous event on condition (2).

If all conditions are done, Desmond is unlocked as a possible route but to get to the Desmond’s route, the choices to develop his affection must be chosen.

The condition to change to Desmond as the main character and enter the BL route is to actually develop his affection up to 30% only but keep all affections to other characters at 29% or below before Sasuke appears and tells Mai and Desmond that Desmond is a character from the franchise Assassin’s Creed.

[florafaunatic]

What's so cool about the way UT aus evolved

For many years I would draw and sketch and stuff. Not all of it was spectacular, but it wasn't bad. Yet, at some point or another I would end up ripping the drawing up or throwing it away. It was never out of malicious intent. I just did it. I don't know why either; it wasn't like I disliked the drawings.

So, I discovered the insanely large and depth-y fandom of Undertale. Pretty soon, I started reading about the star sanses and bad sanses. I put a lot of effort into figuring out the canon (fanon since none of it was canon???) truths about the characters and what was fanon (like what Blue's deal actually was). As I was reading comics I came across a alternate multiverse where Error was a chaotic child and Ink was a tired dad. In the comic (I wish I could remember what it was called so I can credit the artist) Error makes friends with these shadow creatures. They lead him to help destroy an au that the artist seemingly wanted gone. Ink later finds/kidnaps him and brings him home. Ink explains that many creators, for whatever reason, want to destroy their work. But in the long run, it's not what they want. He says that everything, no matter how "bad" it is deserves to exist. Just so someone knows it's there. Even if it isn't shared with the world, that doesn't matter.

After reading that comic I thought about Ink. He's a soulless creature seeking to feel things by feeding off the beautiful work creators and him make. I think, perhaps unintentionally perhaps intentionally, Ink is a metaphor for artists and creators (the non-canon kind). We seek validation or happiness or even any emotion from the things we and others create. We could be having trouble with finding our own emotions outside of the internet. It's okay to need to escape our lives for a little bit. It's not a bad thing if you have an idea to share at all. Helping others feel better is good too. But just like Ink we have to be careful not to let it consume our lives. We can't let fandoms be the only way we can feel. We have to generate emotion in other areas of our lives as well. We have to make sure our community isn't only online. We have to make sure that what we say online is safe, and that we are not unintentionally exposing ourselves to dangerous people.

Next, I addressed Error. He too, can be a metaphor. He reflects the opposite side of the spectrum. He is has been so hurt in the past, even if he doesn't understand how, that he feels the need to hurt others. He could be compared to a hater, but I don't like that term. Hurt people hurt people, and while that doesn't make internet hate okay or justified by any means, it can offer and explanation. People who say mean things about art (actually mean and baseless things, not voicing an opinion) are probably seeking attention. The want to fight with you because the consequences don't seem real. You have no idea what's going on in their lives, just like they don't know you. When they seek that attention, don't give it. Walk away in the metaphorical internet sense. If you need to, block them. But don't fight hate with hate. It never works. We have to love the people who hurt us or it's no use in saying we aren't like them. If you remember saying something mean on the internet, I'm sorry for you. Even if you don't believe it, there are people who love you. So, so many people.

Neither of these characters were created for this purpose. They weren't even meant to go together. But still they make a beautiful world for everyone to enjoy. So whether you are an artist or a reader, an Error or an Ink, whether you are like me or not, we built this sorta by accident, so let's appreciate how cool it is.

[beheworthy]

Thor Love and Thunder deleted scenes - 1 & 2  These 2 scenes show that Zeus visits Thor and Jane in the hospital to give Thor the thunderbolt. He advises him on how to use energy for thunderbolt and gives directions for Eternity. Jane makes the choice to go with Thor. Out of other options, they use the goats to travel there.

It's nice to see Thor get some fatherly interaction and behave like his former self: the smile at 'I have many sons', not speaking much but actually listening, being intelligent enough to know what was said in Roman. Little things.

However, these scenes show us an entirely different version of the film. If we go by them, Thor never 'killed' Zeus and left Omnipotent City on possibly good terms with him, given how he casually strolled directly to Jane's hospital bed to talk to Thor and they're all cool with each other.

The Shadow Realm confrontation might have happened as is because Jane is injured and Valkyrie is also out of the picture entirely. Thor is about to go face Gorr alone w no Valkyrie or Jane or Thunderbolt or Stormbreaker or even Mjolnir and not knowing how to reach Eternity perhaps (whatever could go wrong?). But with Zeus giving him the thunderbolt and Jane joining in, the entire climax of the film changes again.

Rant incoming:

Sh*t like this makes me wonder do they shoot 13 different versions of everything and 15 different movies, hoping to find the actual film in editing? That's such a massive waste of the cast and crew's time and effort. These aren't even deleted scenes. These are alternate universes from movies that could have been. Multiverses, if you will.

Deleted scenes are fun additional details the audience could do without. Like Thor returning the mug he broke or Frigga berating/begging Odin to end Thor's exile. Or they're a different/alternate version of existing scenes that may change the context of some things in the story. Like Odin freakin’ letting Frigga die. You could or could not add them but at the end of the day, they don't make a difference to the eventual story.

But in Thor4, if you add Zeus visiting the hospital, you gotta scrap out the entire confrontation at the Omnipotent City. If you add Jane just choosing to ignore Thor's heartfelt request to stay at the hospital and Thor not freaking reacting to it as well (??), you gotta change the entire climax again. I hope to god in the multiverse where this scene of Zeus showing fatherly affection to Thor exists, the scene from the theatrical cut of him ripping Thor’s clothes for fun, looking at him creepily and saying ‘pretty boy’, and inviting him to the o*gy doesn’t. Go to jail, Marvel.

I just-- it doesn't make sense. What even was the original story? Was there a story at all? This is important because Thor is the only character in the MCU to get the elusive 4th film. If you're going to continue a series against the norm, it should be because you really have a story to tell. Like Mad Max: Fury Road, Dexter: New Blood, and John Wick: Chapter 4.

Though I don't think producer Kevin Feige cares much about things like core story and character progression because Thor brings in the $$$. And director Taika Waititi doesn't either because he shot over 4 hours' worth of movie that he can surely cut out a theatrical version from - with every possibility on the cards, whatever the test audience reacts well to.

It's the cast and crew that are the real victims of this methodical merciless studio filmmaking. It's been well-documented that the VFX artists working on Marvel projects have been heavily overworked. A lot of their hard work could have been saved if there was a more definitive story structure so over half the footage they tirelessly worked on wouldn't end up on the cutting room floor. To add insult to injury, Waititi went on to mock them for giving their sweat, blood, and tears to his project. Classy.

Poor Christian Bale shaved his head to play Gorr, only to have most of his scenes cut from the film. Natalie Portman also did physical training for her role.

And Chris did the most extreme training he has ever done for this film. He already did excruciating training for the extreme physique as is. Add to it the dehydration for the shirtless scenes and not eating meat for kissing scenes - just willingly making life difficult for himself. Could have saved him a lot of torturous training by not shooting 13 different versions of every scene out of which 12 won't make it to the final film.

I'm aware that shooting movies works like that - you shoot different versions of scenes that don't make it to the final edit. They signed up for shaving their head and dying training to maintain the impossible physique. All I'm saying is that it's sad that it's all in service of material that just doesn't do them justice. It’s all vapid corporate thinking with no vision.

[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond!: The Game!

Hey, all! As part of an effort to further potential with my Tumblr project, I have a huge announcement to make for you all. Introducing...

An official game adaptation of Sonic: Into, Across and Beyond!, and boy, will it be a treat to behold, huh?

The game has started development today, and you'll be able to look forward to:

Each of the stories in gameplay form

Over 20 playable characters

Plenty of cutscenes to enjoy

Interactive environments to explore

Epic boss encounters with many rogues from the Sonic multiverse

And so much more!

I really hope you're all looking forward to-!

OMT!Tails: Woah woah woah! Hang on a moment.

Huh?

OMT!Tails walks into frame.

OMT!Tails: The story's barely 6 months old yet, and you're seriously pitching a game for it?

Ah, right. I forgot.

CR!Sonic and CR!Sally show up.

CR!Sonic: You okay, Tails?

OMT!Tails: You guys might want to look at this.

CR!Sally: A video game of all our endeavours? Seriously?

CR!Sonic: Looks like it. How would it even work out, though?

OMT!Tails: I doubt it'd ever see completion, though. I mean, over 6 quests to fill out into gameplay form? That'd take AGES, and it's likely going to risk cancellation partway through the process.

CR!Sonic: Yeah, you got a good point there, kid. I mean, can't people just enjoy the stories as they are? They're not meant to be "played".

OMT!Tails: Yeah, exactly. Especially after what I've been through...

CR!Sally: I get you, Tails...

CR!Sonic: Into, Across and Beyond! is meant to be a story project for free and for fun! Pico doesn't have the time or energy to dedicate part of his life to making a game. I bet those children and hate band-wagoners on Twitter would just jump at any opportunity to hate on it for petty reasons. And that's why they have so much-!

D-Sides Mighty enters.

D-Sides Mighty: What's going on here?

OMT!Tails: Oh! Hey, Mighty.

D-Sides Mighty: A game, huh? Don't people have enough Sonic fan-games to play?

CR!Sonic: That's what I've been trying to get at, bud. I mean, the story here on Tumblr's satisfactory enough.

OMT!Tails: Wait, "Tumblr"?

CR!Sonic: Hmm?

OMT!Tails: I thought it was called "Tumblelogs".

CR!Sonic: It was! Well, used to, anyway. I'm guessing it's still called that in your dimension?

OMT!Tails: Mhm.

D-Sides Mighty: Yeah, we don't need to go for a game of this, considering the Spider-Verse IP is copyrighted.

OMT!Tails: Hmm... Give me just a moment!

OMT!Tails spins around the lower text, tweaking it a bit.

OMT!Tails: There! Better?

CR!Sally: Much better! Well done, Tails!

D-Sides Mighty: Well, that's one situation we can finally close the book on, wouldn't you say?

CR!Sonic: Yep. Come on, Sal. Let's head back now.

CR!Sally: Good idea, Sonic.

The couple headed off.

D-Sides Mighty: Wanna go grab a bite at Burger Monarchy, Tails?

OMT!Tails: Sure thing!

They left too.

Well, that's that, then. You're NOT getting that game. In the end, it was a cleverly-veiled April Fools' gag!

Happy April Fools' Day, folks! You've got all there is so far of the story to enjoy here from the comfort of Tumblr. Plus, I've been generous enough with each post to compile links to every post for this project on a Master Post that you're more than welcome to view on my profile. Well, see you around in the next post!

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???: It's all the same for your heroic delusions. That is, until you finally meet ME. I already won because I was two steps ahead and found a way to tap into what I desire most. You think a hero of Mobius, let alone a type of Sonic, always has a chance against Dr. Eggman? HA! Don't make me laugh. I ripped that hope to pieces for my Sonic long ago. And soon, with the power of MY Chaos Emeralds, all other universes will follow... Now, you'll all see how big a man I can be. It's time to say goodbye to humanity, heroes...

???: And hello... to the NEW NORM! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

The reveal of the final main antagonist... coming soon.

[rattotheimperialcheesegod]

I wanna rant about my opinions on certain characters and aphmaus own character (mainly the cast of the "smp") this may be garbled since im just going off whats on my mind rn

SMP and OG series talk

Now Im not the biggest fan of mystreet, but im not a hater, i think its og first three seasons are fine (third seasons plot was straight ass through) but after season 4 and all the multiverse and mcd and mystreet worlds are in the same timeline thing, kinda made things werid

(especially with season 4 oh my god wtf was that)

But now that i see how those characters are used now.....for fucking cocomau content...

...I can't really give mystreet shit cause its cast was sent right into kid sensory video hell or just hell since a lot of characters didn't end up in the cocomau smp unless it was highschool themed videos (RIP katelyn and travis, forever in highschool puragatory dimension)

But those who were spared from the waste bin were cursed with a experience worse than death

Character Regression and Character Assassination

The entire cast of the aphmau smp (and one video returning characters too) all have their worst traits put to eleven or are at their most basic traits of the trope of their character where they are competely soul-less or lose past development in their character as a whole

(or your pierce, and you get a competely different personality from the og series you were from)

Now the reason why everyone is like this is of course (kids channel now) and (everyones supposed to be in a server and are irl ppl now)

But...when i said characters have their worst traits put up to eleven, is for one reason

Its so aphmau and aarons actions look better in comparisson, since shes the all perfect main character that does no wrong and is so nice to everyone and...aaron is basically the mvp of the smp, best fighter, builder, and "hottest guy" on the server and is the mysterous loner or some shit.

(Fact I hate these two so fucking much)

littary aphmau is the most overdramatic marysue bitch ive ever seen when it comes to reasons why she has the right to go apeshit on her friends and i could bring up several videos, i really could, its not hard

noteablely, the many times she has decided to just kill her best friends or ruin her friends lives out of petty reasons and childish reasons none the less, and god this girl just loves getting pissy when someone does the exact thing she did to another, since only she can steal others stuff or blow up their house, or be overpowered to a point where shes just cheating.

But oh my god, jessica you know how to make me hate all the rest of your bitches too!

(besides noi, kim and pierce, they are perfect to me, noi is on thin ice tho)

KC, Zane, Ein and Aaron are on my list of bitches I wouldnt hesitate to fucking kill on sight if i saw their color coded asses spawn into a ACTUAL minecraft server. (ill get to that color coding thing too btw)

The Asshole and The Clown

Now fuck where do i begin with these four, like all of them over the past three to four years has become the most annoying and aggrevating characters

But, just so I don't pull someones nerve with the true "fan" favorites, Aaron, the jerrysue of the smp and basically her perfect half cause hes jusr her but as a man, he's a jackass that is never called out for his asshole behavior like every other male character is, hes always put as being smarter, better, stronger, and more attractive than any of the other guys too, basically being the best alpha male ever to exist....but not really, not even a single bit

I swear this is the worst verison of aaron ive ever seen in my life, the biggest try hard ive ever seen, all the girls wanna date him, always gloating when theres someone around he believes hes better than, and god he is not nice to others who arent good at building like him. Honestly, MAN ISNT NICE AT ALL!! like only time he is nice is of course to the purple stain that is his irl wife, like the times this guy was just violent for no reason, insulting or just aggrevated around anyone was just making me feel like...

aaron do you even like any of these people??, cause ive seen every way he talks to all of the cast and he sounds like he wants them all gone and dead so he can just be all cutesy and shy around aphmau, like dude if you think all of them are annoying, dont live near by them?????

(Now, ive mentioned both the channel mascot couple of the smp, but heres the thing, when i said the other characters make these two look like angels, i mean it)

Now we are actually really digging, and we didnt even need to go far, we've already struct gold!...but theres not much...

Ein, the worst villian and most pathetic man to ever live.

What a time, season 4 of mystreet! and we got the biggest clown with the biggest alpha complex to ever exist! and the evolution of a creep in werewolves as a whole....it was fucking werid

Anyway, now smp ein is a true irl villian, hes no longer just a anime incel, hes a fucking sexist gamer incel also!

Now, Ein really isnt too interesting (wow what a surprise) really hes one of the characters who has been put to his most basic traits making him extra annoying, extra obessed with power and, of course still be madly in love with aphmau but if it wasnt known, aphmau changed alittle bit of eins lore, making him no longer related to her (only in the smp cannon tho💀) which is a good thing! but its only a change that was made for horrible reasons, being that she still needs him to be aarons rival and as i said before, be aphmaus possible second "choice", which is...normal for aphmau honestly....

(Aphmau can't have a single man on this server just not be into her, even if the guy clearly has a love interest thats not her)

Strangely though she really likes to romantically pair Ein with everyone, even men, so at least we know she still has that problem with her ocs...

Hes like her little lab rat and i hate her so so much, but fuck its hard to feel bad for him since this women will than have this man be the worlds second most grossiest sexist incel you could ever come across

wait did I say second--

Zane ro'meave and his several counts of "GET A JOB, STAY AWAY FROM HER"

(mystreet zane is fine, mcd zane is the perfect kinda villain for what mcd was, and smp zane is hell on earth, the end)--

Zane in the aphmau smp is kinda...a jumpscare in a half since you never know when hes gonna switch, cause...he has the biggest habit of either, being the biggest smartass in the room or the scariest "my lady" ass incel you could ever fucking dream apon, just every bit of his charm from mystreet that made you kinda push aside the slight every now and than werid behavior he had, its just GONE

absolutely vanished! and yknow what

I hate zane, i hate him more than i hate anyone in this damn cast, im the biggest zane hater you will ever meet, and the reason for it is cause this verison of zane is the dark universe of if zane never grew from the FIRST season of mystreet, never got humbled or anything, and also if he still acted like a hormone filled highschooler whenever any women even looked his fucking way.

Hes a creep, hes a incel, hes still sexist and overprotective of his only female friend, but now even wants to date her just to have more control over who she can't and can speak to (code for, no guy friends allowed/no aaron, bo womp) and if he isnt doing that, hes drooling and creepily mumbling to himself about the pink cat girl he has a massive crush on.

Honestly worst part of it is that he acts like this outta nowhere, and even worse, recently theres been this obession with him NEEDING KC's diary, wanting to know every single little thing about her so he knows how to woe her and even see if she likes him, which is just...

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH HIM???!!!??

APHMAU WHY DID YOU MAKE HIM BE LIKE THIS??!!??

(and hes not even punished for it, like maybe kc telling him that hes creepy or smth, nothing, just nothing, proubly cause recently they have been competely implied to be dating now)

but, its not like miss kc is perfect, oh boy, kc is...

The two sided bitch and her jealously and spite of her "perfect" best friend + shipping

Oh KC, when i first started watching all this cocomau trash, you were boring as hell, just a cute cat girl who likes to bake and be pretty, and just another yes man for that purple cunt, but ever since you started being a cunt yourself, you have only been a pain to watch and listen to, you have only made me hate you and your little lap dog of a boyfriend even more honey

So KC, our resident cute cat girl isnt really all that cute of recent, she slowly becoming more spiteful, having anger issues, being more whiney, bratty, jealous, and unloyal to her partner, creating the most toxic couple in the entire smp verse

(but this was something that was gonna happen at some point, aarmau has to stay as the perfect ship, couple goals yknow, so zane x kc has be anti-aarmau, toxic behavior all around)

Now KC is a unloyal and horrible partner for a few reasons, shes a massive hypocrite and sadly abusive.

1. She gets mad at Zane for even speaking to other girls, or even seemingly flirting with them, specifically any of the marry, date, kill videos with both of them in it can be a big example of this behavior.

But than when we look the other way to her, she gets to playfully talk, compliment and flirt with any guy she wants, and gets all angry when shes stopped from doing it, also she only does this with aaron btw, since shes jealous of aphmau having "the hottest, coolest, and sweetest guy in the server" for a boyfriend.

(aaron is littary none of those things and just pointing out more to how aaron is a jerrysue)

2. KC IS SO FUCKING VIOLENT WITH ZANE OH MY GOD, i guess aphmau still thinks when a women hits or beats up her male partner, its her being in the right or it being super duper funny and wacky!

(this entire short is an example of that)

But I will say though, it isnt just KC, their a toxic couple cause their both terrible partners, zane is equally just as hypocritical and unloyal, but hes a lot more oppessive and even more jealous prone,

(kim is usually a victim of being between the two but fr fr, kim genuinely hates zanes, aphmau just keeps making more drama for no reason and really wants ppl to also ship kim x zane, which....when it comes to everyones opinion of mystreet kim and ghost existing and everything with season 4....it is never gonna fucking happen you dumb purple cunt)

My Inner Demons-Character regression and personality switches (a short one)

Now that we are off those characters, lets end this off with our favorite little daemos!

Noi and Pierce!

Now, im a advid lover of my inner demons, its the last of aphmaus good content before the purge and its sadly the best of her writing, but the fact that she put them in the smp is a red flag, and i instantly noticed things...

...Pierce is a silly himbo goofball now that has a brain the size of a pea, and who loves sheep

and

Noi is the most basic sweet little good boy, does no wrong little guy, baking cooking and eating pizza

(now im not mad about this, since i got to know the smp verisons of them before their og selfelves)

but fuck i prefur when noi had depth and was genuinely mean and kinda rude on purpose.

im mixed with pierce tho cause i like both verisons of him, i think both verisons of him are neat, his va has good range, respect that

The End

Well thats all i gotta say, ratto out and about

[ribbonsandhair]

LATE NIGHT THOUGHTS WITH MISSY!!!1!1!1!1!1!

this is about atsv and just the spiderverse in general cause I just love it sm BUT ANYWAYS!!!!!

has anyone ever realized just how like CREEPY the concept of the spiderverse is? like if I was in a room where it was different versions of me, who have lived different lives and made different decisions along with its consequences, I’d be freaking tf out 😭😭😭 especially when miguel brings up the canon event theory and how in the end spiderman looses SOMEONE. it’s like the spiderperson is bound to suffer no matter what they do just because they got bit by a spider.

also what got me thinking about this and how existential it is was when in the comics of the spiderverse (idk which it was but I kinda remember what happened) pavitr was talking to another spiderman about how they’re all different variations of one person and aren’t completely unique or original. he even thought he didn’t do enough as spiderman and just felt like he wasn’t achieving as much as the others. which leads me to my other point as to how overwhelming it can be to be a spiderperson. like not only is it kinda unnerving knowing that there’s another you somewhere in the universe and also along with the fact that ur made for suffering, but there’s different spidermen and women who have probably done more than you and it just leave you like “oh wow im pretty fucking bad at this lol!”

and then along with atsv, it’s even creepier when you think that maybe, before miles, there were other spiderpeople who were against Miguel’s canon event theory. his theory barely makes sense but it also does??? but how can you even begin to use logic on the multiverse, which (in the wise words of dr strange) “we know terrifyingly little of.” like ik that Miguel’s universe is way more advanced than the others, but again the universe is constantly changing and expanding, which can cause new ways and concepts that we probably won’t be able to figure out for years. and what ended up happening to those spiderpeople who were against him?

ALSOOOO let’s talk about Pavitr’s dimension because JESUS CHRIST???? ITS LITERALLY GETTING SUCKED IN BY A BLACK HOLE (LIKE HOW OETER WARNED IN THE FIRST MOVIE) AND NOBODY IS WORRIED??? ALSO UHH CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT IN HIS EARTH’S ALCHEMAX, THEY WERE BUILDING A FUCKING COLLIDERRRRRRR?!(&3@2@2 LIKE WHO AUTHORIZED THAT?? was it mfin KINGPIN or did scientists feel a little silly and decided to build a whole ass machine that can create a rip in the fabric of space. AND THE FACT THAT IT ALSO WORKED TOO BRO…. LIKE UHMMM???

and then what’s gonna happen to pavitrs dimension bro 🤨 because I’m sure we’ve all seen that one picture from one of the artists giving a whole visual set to how the spiderverse net thing works. dimensions aren’t completely gone, but rather disconnected…. so what about gabi’s too 😭😭 it literally said that it was just snapped off, and spiders can always weave their webs back together. in the image we also show how pavitr’s isn’t completely unattached, but holding on by a few threads. would they end up finding a way to fix it???

also I’ve had this unrealistic theory lmao where they travel back in time and the entire story just resets!!!! it’s silly but tbh since we know time traveling is possible since Hobie’s universe is based in the 70s? im pretty sure AND GWEN TIME TRAVELED A WEEK WHEN SHE FIRST WENT TO MILES DIMENSION BRO. like maybe the way to fix things is if the collider never happened, because that was the root of the entire problem, right? idk man but it’s just there’s so many possibilities and i cannot fucking wait 😭😭😭

[darksidescorner]

Help why am I imagining Alleycat from Persona 5 playing as Miguel thinks about Gabi. It's SO deliciously sad

(I didn't know I'd be writing a blurb today. Not proofread, I'm sorry. Lemme tag it real quick: Angst, no comfort, no happy ending, Gabrielle)

I think about that song often anyways. It's so somber and sad in all the right ways. It gives me such powerful ideas for art. Ones that I swear I can see the composition of, and I can't see anything in my head. I don't think in pictures, yet this is a song I can see up there.

I'm imagining Miguel sat in his home, the lights are dim as it pours rain into the night. I'm imagining him holding up a holographic picture frame, and just sinking into the couch. I'm imagining how cold the colors are, and how even Gabi is a cold orange.

I'm imagining Miguel's face as he remembers everything. It's not guilt anymore, it's paralyzing grief. I'm imagining the sad smile he wears as he thinks of her before hugging the frame and letting the tears flow. I'm imagining how he hates himself for crying, because it doesn't help. It won't bring her back. It doesn't make him feel better. Its not an efficient use of his time. And yet, he can't help but cry. It's all he can do.

He can't bring her back. Maybe if he were just a little faster, he could have gotten Gabi through the portal. If he were a little quicker, maybe he could have gotten that daypass on her. If he were just a little smarter, he could have foreseen this coming. If he were a little stronger, he could have stopped the void from closing in on her.

If he were a little more, maybe this wouldn't have happened.

They say glitching is painful. Incredibly painful. It throws you off balance, knocks the air out of your chest, and breaks your cells down. Spiders and anomalies alike say it's the most painful thing they've ever experienced. That they'd rather die than do it again. It leaves you with a lasting headache and nausea. It leaves you woozy.

Miguel has never had the displeasure of experiencing that. But you know who did? Gabrielle.

His guilt makes him nauseous. His little girl, experiencing the most painful thing in the multiverse, and dying from it. It should have been him. He's dead no matter what. His spirit died with Gabrielle. It's floating through the void, the crushing weight of all that has happened to him. Of all that he caused. It twists him and rips him apart like he's a piece of paper.

And yet he carries on. Not because of any determination or willingness to, but because he's in limbo. Time will move forward no matter what, but he is stuck. He's frozen in time, on the day his baby died. So when he wakes up the next morning, and Gabrielle is nowhere to be seen, he's struck with the reality that it isn't a bad dream. His grief is him.

And so, life moves on, but he does not.

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Man this went from me trying to describe the visual I see in regards to Miguel from that song, to a blurb of guilt and sadness. GoddAYUM was it fun to write.

To anyone reading: play Persona 5 Royal if you have access to it. It is such a good story. That shit changed my life. Literally message me to talk about it. Spam my inbox about it. Ask me about how to get the 3rd Semester. I'll answer literally any question about it so that you don't Google it and get spoiled. I would rather get spammed questions about a character than have someone get spoiled something important.

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