#my multi-verse

[nightfox67]

OT!Verse lore part 2 section 1 WOOOO! Roles:

So I'm having to break this part up as well to explain some things. In my multi-verse there are some things like Gods and magic. So it is a bit mythical but this section is mainly dedicated to the really important peices of the multi-verse. As always any fandoms that are mentioned here DO NOT belong to me. Only the persona's and their story.

Gods: So here the gods and we'll do each of them in this main post as well. Ebony, Virus, Phantom, Stardust (even though I don't exactly count him as a god), Narrator, Cipher and Reboot.

Ebony: God of creation and Chaos. He still uses creatio magic with paint and ink but the chaos comes from the moon magic/energy in the apple that he ate in Passive!Phantom's timeline. He's tasked with the stability of the aus and making sure everything doesn't go to shit. That also means spreading moon energy into other Aus in the multi-verse if they have to. Unlike what most people think he's more understanding of the fact that there needs to be balance of BOTH Sun and moon energy in the multi-verse.

Stardust: Now Stardust isn't nessacarily a god but they ARE very important to the multi-verse. Born from a combination of Sun and moon energy by the multi-verse itself; Stardust was made to help with the instability of the already unstable and broken multi-verse. Stardust helps to combat the overwhelming amount of moon energy in the Aus and the lack of sun energy. Now they also understand the importance of both energies in the multi-verse but sometimes struggle to remember that which doesn't really bother Ebony since they know Stardust is just a new being. They don't understand much of the concepts that the others do but they're working on it. They have arrows of pure energy that's colored like a pale yellow and lavender purple. Stardust doesn't really have a gender since they were born from the multi-verse itself. So they can appear either feminine or masculine or both.

Virus: Ah yes... God of destruction. He's tasked with destroying timelines that are far too unstable to exist in the multi-verse. He's semi-allied with Ebony and Stardust but mainly does his own thing. Trust isn't something easy to come by for the glitchy god but, he's working on it. He does know of Reboot but doesn't know how to approach him yet.

Cipher: Dream demon. Possesed by Bill in this AU he basically want to "Rewrite" the entirety of the multi-verse itself to create his own version of what it should look like to him. Obviously things don't go as planned because nobody NOT EVEN REBOOT agrees with him and Reboot is kind of an outcast (not exiled he just does his own thing like Virus but is more so anti-social hence why nobody really knows him). Anyways Cipher is the only one who's fully like "destroy the whole multi-verse and redo it."

Phantom: God of Moon energy and negativity. He wants to keep spreading the amount of moon energy throughout the multi-verse. Enemies of Virus, Stardust and Ebony. He doesn't fully grasp the concept of balance. How could he? He kinda lost that after he ate a Moon Apple. L lmao. Anyways, He is incredibly strong and can access multiple Aus if he has to but chooses not to use his full strength for reasons that go unkown... For now :).

Narrator: Not a God but like Stardust in a way, is an entity tasked with the stability of the multi-verse. Ebony trusts him with that and that only. Mainly because he has unorthodox ways of "helping" by rewriting timelines that don't exactly follow the story. He's not a villain by any means but he's more like morally grey. He sees it as an nessacary evil to keep everything stable which WORKS much to Ebony's dismay.

Reboot: .... Glitch entity. He's an Au that follow the timeline of Anti-septiceye except he's more of a "RESET" then anything. After the events that happened with his glitching and his throat cut. He found himself in the glitch sphere and with the "RESET" button. Unaware of what it may do and wanting to redo his past he hits it. While it DOES work it fucks up his code even more. Here Reboot isn't nessacarily as chaotic as he once was. He wants to start over but is massively unstable and doesn't want to cause anymore damage so he isolates himself. He helps with Virus and the others but that's about it.

Now I'm going cry over the next few hours TnT

[umblrspectrum]

another failed sneaking attempt

[enruint]

clown jumpscare on the dash. the clown is me. i had this whole essay written out but i decided not to post that bc i am allergic to being perceived and to ever share what's going on with me. sorry chat if i were a character in a show or book i'd be the one the fans would psycho-analyze and decide that 'he'd rather have his nails pulled out one by one than share his feelings tf???' does that mean i'd be the dreaded fan fav?? having the most outrageous takes written about me??? i am joking. but also i am not. as in i am not joking about not wanting to share beyond the bare minimum on the dash right now. gotta keep up my clown face after all JHSABJKDDF anyway!! let me be srs for just a second: the one thing i will share is that i feel so burnt out. and that in turn makes me feel so icky when i log in here. i don't know what it is but i've been on a sort of semi-hiatus for 4 months alrdy and nothing really changed. i want to write here but i also don't want to. it's sickening honestly. i am going to put this blog on an official hiatus rn when it comes to ic writing until i know what to do. you're free to unfollow bc i really don't know when i'll be writing here and i hate saying that i will and then end up not doing anything. save for maybe writing some meta posts once in a blue moon, i don't think i'll be doing much. and even that i can't promise at this point. all this to say that i'll continue to be very scarce for a while. or i'll just remake. it's all up in the air for now. we'll see what future me decides.

[raayllum]

Hmm, let her in If you love her, son, it ain't no sin Where she ends is where you begin If you run, you'll run right back again

[huh-1260]

I love the way your mind works. Like your ideas are amazing and you seem like an amazing person!

Aw, thanks anon for the compliments! (I hope to find a way to give digital hugs soon) I hope I get to see you again around my Tumblr. But for now, my I interest you a Gremlin Sky in a pumpkin?

he got the munchies, he's breaking physics faster than I can fix it

[askthealexmulti-verse]

so I did this and that there is a new oc, they don’t have a name yet, but they were inspired by chip from SpongeBob.

Bonus: turbo twins

[memuntos]

INTRODUCING BANI — an arcane oc. having grown up in the lanes, bani had always wanted more for their people even as a kid. she had a keen ear and was always able to charm an enforcer into saying a little too much a little too fast. she became known for her ability to weasel not only information but also valuable items out from right underneath someone’s nose before disappearing with a smile. as a kid, this came easily and she was always willing to relay what she learned or sell her goods at a price. the older she got, the more it got her into trouble. for a short stint in her early adulthood, she found herself on the run for giving the wrong people the wrong information. she found refuge under the protection of chem-baroness madam margot and ended up working in her brothel in exchange for a year. in that year, she finds herself in the company of a silco goon which led her to leaving the baroness behind and joining silco’s cohort. she believes in his mission for zaun and is staunchly loyal to him despite his violent methods. she’s often between the lanes and piltover, gathering social information and whereabouts of people of interest. she doesn’t formally perform any thievery for silco but she’s known for having a silver tongue and sticky fingers.

[jaskefer]

Obsessed with the idea of Extraordinary Things being a back and forth between Jaskier and Radovid, with Jaskier trying to draw him out in the first verse, and Radovid finally answering him in the second.

Cause like, with Radovid, Jaskier meets someone who he can't fully read properly. He knows there's something under the front of a drunken, bumbling prince, but he doesn't know him well enough yet to be certain as to what.

So, he tests the waters a bit. throws out a line to see if Radovid will take it—and he does. A little bit. But it's so interesting to me, because it doesn't just feel like Jaskier is trying to nail down Radovid's truth in this verse; it feels like he's injecting elements of his own mask into it, as well.

"Keep your words on ice, your gaze lights the fire. They say 'keep on playing nice,' but I have no desire. Why waste our words when lips were made for extraordinary things? It's not a want, it's a need, it is paying no heed to what others say to sing."

This is Jaskier's read of Radovid as he knows him so far: a man hiding more complex wants beneath the veneer of a drunken party boy. But it's also Jaskier admitting that he knows this about Radovid because he wears the exact same mask himself.

Much like how Jaskier and Ciri speak through Geralt and Yennefer in order to process their own feelings about them later in the season, Jaskier sings through himself in order to comprehend who Radovid is. Jaskier is using the performative persona he's crafted for himself in an attempt to coax Radovid out of his.

All of it leads into the main intention of this song: "The greatest songs are made up of unspoken words of love. Of them, I've had enough. with you, I am enough." I am tired of having to put up a front. I want to be understood. I think you understand me. Prove me right.

And Radovid sees what Jaskier is doing. He comments on Jaskier's ability to see people for who they are and not who they pretend to be. But there's still more he wants to understand. This still feels like a game, in a way.

It's only after Radovid sees the brutality of Dijkstra and Philippa up close, watches them orchestrate the assassination of the queen and threaten to incriminate him if he doesn't fall in line, that he then grasps the vulnerability in Jaskier's lyrics. Jaskier is also caught between multiple conflicting desires, that of his loyalty to Geralt/Yen/Ciri, and that of his work as the Sandpiper & how said work is backed by his continued commitment to Redanian Intelligence. That internal conflict and the desire to escape it is also highlighted in the song's first verse ("they say keep on playing nice, but i have no desire"). Only after all of this, when true fear begins to take over and the game stops being fun, does Radovid truly begin to truly understand Jaskier.

And so, he seeks him out. And he responds.

“Drop the sweet disguise, your heart’s beating too loud. The fairytales and little lies can’t drown out all the sound.” You were right. I do understand you. I know what you really want, because we're the same. You can’t hide it behind a façade of a song and a story and a persona.

“Take this heart and break this heart for extraordinary things.” I don't know what will become of this, or us. I still don't fully know if we can trust each other. But no one has ever seen me in the way that you have.

It's not a want, it's a need. With you, I am enough.

[askeverybodyblog]

Multiverse Broadcast

Alastor: Oh goodie the camera is on! Hello hell (and heaven) sinners! And good afternoon/evening! Welcome to Multiverse Broadcast! I am Alastor the Radio Demon! We are here to introduce the new muse Kinito! Tell us about yourself?

Kinito: Hello. My name is KinitoPet. You can me Kinito. I play games, search across the Internet and read all sorts of books! I even write a book as well.

Alastor: Splendid! Would you like to meet the fellow human?

Kinito: Yes!

Alastor: Good! Everyone say hi to Angel!

*Admin Angel waves on the screen*

Admin Angel: Hello hello!

*Kinito begins to look at her as he becomes happy*

Kinito: Hello there Angel! I never heard of your name before. I like your face.

Admin Angel: D'aww thank you!

Alastor: So Angel what are your thoughts about Kinito?

Admin Angel: I think he's adorable and cute! I heard about him and well we can try to get along. We can even become best friends soon.

Kinito: *Blush* Awww.

Alastor: So small question for Angel... When will you finish your fanfic and your drawings?

Admin Angel: Never! Maybe later! *Teleport away*

Alastor: Well what a shame. And that's all the interview for today! Goodbye!

[nightfox67]

Reboot redesign and Rewrite. Rewrite takes place in Generation Loss (belongs to Ranboo). Rewrite happened whenever something went wrong with the code whenever Narrator attempted the Rewrite. Causing Rewrite to be brought back but.... Not nessacarily alive. He's vengeful but goes from AU to AU in OT!Verse.

Reboot and Rewrite are the only ones that belong to me.

[merakimagic]

Multi Mutant Verse Part 4 Mystics, Sibling Drama and PTSD, YAY!

Previous I Next

[quietlyblooms]

ALSO!! for those who know cyrillo from my multi, how do we feel about me maaaaybe making him a solo blog? as a side blog to this one so that it’s low stress like with kaercu? i’ve been itching to write him for weeks but don’t really feel keen on being on my multi lately uvu

[metalbvcky]

in all seriousness this is the best thing Marvel has put out since... i don't know, since phase 4 began? the writing, the storytelling, the cinematography (the record store scene my GOD), all of it is just phenomenal. this is by far Tom's best portrayal of Loki TO DATE. like-- i haven't felt this way about an MCU film in ages not even TFATWS had my heart rushing this much are there things that need to be wrapped up? yes!! do we need a season 3? double yes!!! are we going to be emotionally okay while Loki is all alone until that happens? NO 😭😭😭😭

[panhelleniios]

slowly getting through reading people's rules but hello to people who have found this blog!! I know I keep weird hours but you're free to bother herc at any time, tbh

[thundcrstruck]

@multi-royalty Continued from Here

❝ ---------- I don't know if I believe this, My'Lady! But, your hardships can be justified. By the pain you've endured, I am aware of these things you have had to go through. But I know you aren't a bad person. Miss Caroline. ❞

Intense blues searched hers, he could see her pain and her loss. She isn't always given the credit that she deserves. And for someone who gives her whole heart to those she deems worthy. Thor didn't think it was fair, for one to have there world to be crushed on repeat, and not lash out. She had to do what she needed to survive among the wolves. If she only knew who he really was. Maybe he could lessen that raw pain he has witnessed.

Caroline had been the first person Thor had met when he arrived in this town a few weeks ago. And she had been nothing but sweet to him. Even if she had been cautious, but he couldn't blame her. Since he has learned what this town was really about. Vampires and Werewolves, something he still was confused about. In his home land, Werewolves were known as Wulvers. But they weren't humans, who turned into these animals. It was something he was slowly learning about.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ❝ How About I take you out for a bite to eat. Ans we can talk more about , You. ❞ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

[bukkuobujiendo]

[Excerpt: BSD AU]

The dim warehouse reeked of blood and stale despair, clinging to every surface like an oppressive fog, the air heavy with the aftermath of violence-- it was deathly quiet, save for the faint creak of rusted metal beams in the cool night. Bodies littered the concrete floor, their twisted forms testament to the violence of the assault that had transpired. Ryuunosuke Akutagawa stepped through the carnage, his black coat trailing behind him like a tattered shadow, his sharp, grey-mist eyes narrowing as he surveyed the scene. Rashomon fluttered restlessly at the edge of his sleeve, waiting, coiled like a serpent ready to strike. This had been meant to be his job to handle--- but this wasn’t his work.

He stopped in the middle of the room, his shoes leaving faint, wet prints in the pooling blood. Whoever had done this hadn’t just killed—no, they’d made a spectacle of it. Bodies ripped clean through, severing heads and bisecting torsos with surgical precision and chilling ferocity. It was simultaneously efficient, as it was brutal. A hint of irritation sparked behind Akutagawa's steely gaze now. The task of eliminating the trafficking ring had been assigned to him—a demonstration of the Port Mafia’s authority in Yokohama. Yet here he was, standing amidst a scene already stripped of purpose.

A flicker of movement in his peripheral vision drew his attention, and his gaze snapped to the far end of the room. There, standing amidst the devastation like a specter conjured by the bloodbath itself, was the culprit. Tsukishima, the abrupt but recurring nuisance in Yokohama-- the shameless thorn in everyone's side. The sound of a soft, faint chuckle, vaguely musical and playful, broke the silence.

"Well, well. Right on time," came a voice from the shadows. It was smooth, calm, and infuriatingly unbothered. Tsukishima stepped into view, his tall figure bathed in the flickering light of a single, swaying bulb now. His expression was one of light amusement, as though he’d just finished a mildly entertaining chore.

Akutagawa’s jaw tightened. "You," he spat, venom dripping from the word.

"Me," Tsukishima echoed casually, his tone light, as if they were old acquaintances meeting by chance on the street. "I was starting to think you wouldn’t show up. I guess even 'hellhounds' aren't immune to time-wasting." A faint smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he glanced down to examine the blood on his blade; the crimson reflected faintly in the dim light, and with a flick of his wrist, he cast it off with a casual flourish, before letting the blade revert to its original bookmark form and putting it into his pocket, all without really looking at Akutagawa, as if the younger man were little more than an afterthought.

Akutagawa’s glare darkened, his fingers curling into a fist. "This was my assignment. You overstepped-- you had no authority to interfere.”

Tsukishima raised an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly. "Overstepped? Funny… I didn’t see any reservation memo on the door when I walked in. Besides…" He glanced at one of the mutilated bodies, nudging it with the toe of his shoe like a discarded piece of trash. "I was bored. And this seemed like a productive way to pass the time. Moreover, do you think I really care about your organization’s supposed ‘authority’?"

"Bored? You overstep, time and time again… do you think you can do whatever you please in our city without consequence?" Akutagawa repeated, his voice a low growl. The audacity was staggering. He couldn’t tell what irritated him more—the casual dismissal of the Port Mafia’s authority or the fact that Tsukishima seemed entirely indifferent to the consequences of his actions.

"Mm. Bored," Tsukishima replied matter-of-factly, as if they were discussing afternoon plans. "Swatting flies like this is sort of therapeutic, don’t you think? Though, I suppose you wouldn’t know, being so… single-minded about your purpose." Tsukishima’s smile widened, as if Akutagawa’s anger were just another expected part of the evening’s entertainment, “And, honestly… what a dull and linear way of thinking you have. If you’re so concerned about your city and duties, perhaps you should have gotten here sooner. Maybe its your people's intel that's lacking?" His casual tone here was like pouring gasoline on an already raging fire.

Akutagawa’s breath hissed through his teeth as his emotions surged past the point of reason. Shadows curled and writhed around him, the black tendrils of Rashomon snapping into being like a living beast poised to strike. “Enough. If you insist on being a nuisance, I’ll eliminate you myself.”

Rashomon surged forth, the black fabric twisting into jagged claws that lashed out toward Tsukishima with blinding speed. The Fullbringer however moved faster, effortlessly dodging the attack with a grace that seemed almost lazy. His calm expression didn’t waver as the claws tore through a support beam, sending splinters flying.

"You’re so predictable. Do you think picking fights without any forethought will solve your problems, or is this just the only way you know how to communicate?" Tsukishima questioned.

"You think this is a game?" Akutagawa snarled, his coat writhing around him like a living thing -- a black mass of deadly tendrils. He lunged, Rashomon tearing through the air toward its target, the sheer force of his attack shaking the foundation of the warehouse. But Tsukishima was already moving, slipping through the chaos with an unnerving grace. He dodged each strike with the ease of someone who had studied Akutagawa’s every move before the fight even began.

"--Well, isn’t it?" Tsukishima countered, his voice infuriatingly serene. He adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves with deliberate nonchalance, as if Akutagawa’s rage was of no consequence. "Were you here to try and make a statement for your boss, then? Kill some rebels that aren't playing by the mafia's rules, show the city who’s in charge..? Seems to me like I saved you some effort, if anything."

"You undermined the Port Mafia," Akutagawa snapped, Rashomon coiling tighter, ready to strike again. "This city is ours. Your interference is as unacceptable as it is unnecessary."

Tsukishima finally met his gaze, his smile fading into something colder, sharper. "Yours? Don't make me laugh. The Port Mafia is just another parasite feeding on the city's decay, like so many others. At least I’m honest about what I am, and why I do what I do. Meanwhile, you’re wasting your potential, Akutagawa-- all this power, and you use it like a mere blunt instrument. It’s no wonder you can't progress any further."

The words stung more than Akutagawa cared to admit, a calculated jab that hit their mark, though he didn’t falter. Instead, Akutagawa snarled, his attacks growing more frantic, more forceful—but also less precise. He launched himself forward, Rashomon tearing through the air with lethal intent. Tsukishima didn’t dodge this time, however; instead, he drew his bookmark from his pocket, which instantly morphed into an elegant katana, its thin, gleaming blade intercepting Rashomon with a resounding clash. The force of the impact sent a shock-wave rippling through the room, shaking the walls.

"You’re quick enough-- but there's room for improvement," Tsukishima remarked, his tone still maddeningly composed, as their weapons ground against each other. "But, honestly, you’re clumsy in your approach. Too much anger, not enough control."

"You dare patronize me?!" Akutagawa barked, pushing harder. His frustration only grew as Tsukishima’s calm, almost disinterested demeanor remained unchanged.

Tsukishima parried elegantly, his blade flashing like a streak of light in the dim space. “You’re so focused on proving yourself,” Tsukishima continued, sidestepping another wild slash. “But to whom, I wonder. Yourself? Your Boss? Some figure from your past that haunts you, still? Tell me, for whom do you actually fight for?”

“Be silent!” Akutagawa’s voice cracked with fury, but the ferocity in his strikes couldn’t overcome the controlled precision of his opponent.

"You’re just wasting your energy," Tsukishima said coolly, stepping back and breaking the clash with an ease that made Akutagawa’s blood boil. "Your focus is too much in overwhelming your opponent with force, but it lacks lethal tactic. You’re not going to impress anyone fighting like this."

The insinuation wasn’t lost on him. His chest heaved, fury crackling beneath the surface as he struggled to regain his composure. "--Stay out of my way and keep out of Port Mafia affairs, goddamn you," he hissed, his voice dangerously low.

With a deft movement, Tsukishima slipped past Rashomon’s reach and closed the distance between them, his blade stopping mere inches from Akutagawa’s throat. For a moment, the only sound was their breathing; Akutagawa’s ragged and uneven and Tsukishima’s, calm and measured. The older man tilted his head slightly, studying Akutagawa with an expression that the latter couldn't fully understand but felt as though it saw right through him.

"--I'll consider your request," Tsukishima said, his tone as dismissive as ever, at least on the surface. "But only if you stop being so predictable. It’s honestly a little boring. You’re strong,” he added, his tone quiet but firm. “But strength alone isn’t enough. Keep flailing around like this, and you’ll never achieve what you desire most.”

Akutagawa stared at him, his chest heaving, his mind reeling. The words struck a chord with him deeper than he could ever admit, but he refused to show any sign of weakness. Tsukishima's blade seemed to glow with an unnatural green light, and then, just like that, its resumed its bookmark shape, and he tucked it back into his pocket with casual grace. With that, turning his back on Akutagawa, Tsukishima began to walk away, making it clear the confrontation was already over, and beginning to head out once more.

He paused, all of a sudden, only to say, from over his shoulder, “--Let's try this again after you’ve figured out for whose benefit your strength is truly intended.” Then, he began to walk off again, leaving Akutagawa to seethe in the blood-soaked warehouse; Rashomon twisted about him, ready to strike again at Tsukishima's retreating form, but something stopped him. Akutagawa stood frozen, his hands twitching in rage and something else he couldn’t quite identify. The shadowy tendrils receded, curling back into the void of his coat.

Perhaps it was the maddening calm in Tsukishima’s gait, or perhaps it was the infuriating realization that, despite everything, he hadn’t won. Not yet. For all his power, for all his anger, he’d been left feeling small… and exposed. And the worst part? He hated how much Tsukishima’s words lingered in his mind.