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Never forget what they took from us 💔
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Can I pretty please request Carlos Sainz x reader where she’s rly shy and gets worried that maybe he wants someone more outgoing but he tells her he loves her any way she is? Your writing is amazing 🫶🏻
anon i love you wholeheartedly please let me speak on carlos
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You are not who you are supposed to be. There are qualifications for being the girlfriend of a Formula One driver, you’re sure of it, probably even a style guide somewhere if you only bothered to look it up. Perfect hair. Clean makeup. Pretty, but doesn’t try too hard. Willing to give up their whole life to follow one man on mad jaunts across the planet. Wherever your guidebook is, though, you must have lost it long ago, because you have absolutely no idea what you’re doing, and worst of all, it’s starting to show.
You never should have gotten into this position in the first place. That isn’t to say that you hate it, far from it; dating Carlos Sainz is the best thing that ever happened to you, making you the happiest wrong person at the right time to ever exist. In every other universe, he’s probably seeing models or actresses, but here, he has you, and you’re willing to fight off every multiversal version of you just to keep everything as it is right now.
Your butterfly effect was quite stunning, actually. You ended up getting tickets to a Grand Prix through last minute cancellations. They were great, came with paddock passes and all that, and while you were lingering through Ferrari hospitality, Carlos happened to drop by to visit a friend and he noticed you while you were in line to get some water. He’s got the confidence of, well, a world class athlete, an adrenaline junkie, a professional race car driver, and so he introduced himself.
Sometimes, it’s just as easy as that. A father’s cousin’s roommate buys two tickets to a Grand Prix, then a stranger’s roommate’s brother gets sick, and suddenly you’re touching down off a plane overseas and walking through the door of paddock hospitality. You wear red, and you are seen. Just like that.
It took one more weekend before either of you knew that you wanted what you had to last for good. He texted you, followed you on Instagram and blew his cover of seeming cool by accidentally liking a post of yours from six years ago. And, when he saw you again, he knew that he wanted the spark between you to be something more, something like a bonfire.
Coincidence may have supported you thus far, but you don’t trust it not to abandon you. At the end of the day, you are you, you are Y/N L/N, and you are so far removed from Carlos’ world that it stuns you to think that you were even in his orbit so long as to meet him. If there are powers that be somewhere in the universe, they’re either playing a cruel joke or messing around to give you a helping hand.
Hopefully, it’ll be the latter, but truly who knows at this point. As if it wasn’t surreal enough to introduce Carlos to your friends and family as Carlos Sainz, Formula One driver. As if it doesn’t blow your minds that people have started making Instagram accounts just dedicated to posting photos of you and your boyfriend whenever you’re seen out together.
The problem lies in the insanity of it all. You are not from this sort of life, you weren’t born into a silver spoon dynasty and you barely know how to interact with any of them now. You get along with the other WAGs as best you can; Heidi’s lovely, sure, and you were friendly with Charlotte until she disappeared, but sometimes it feels like it’s just you and your boyfriend against the world. Of any ally to pick, Carlos would be your top choice each and every time, but still. The fact remains that he will go out and race and leave you to your own devices, and you lack the extroverted impulses to social climb with everyone else.
This, then, is the main concern. You can pick out whatever designer clothes you want, goodness knows Carlos has offered to buy you anything already, and you can get your nails and hair done before each and every race, but that doesn’t change the fact that you, at your core, are never going to enjoy the paparazzi circus whenever you have to brave it.
It’s just not your scene, that’s all. You’re on the quieter side, happy to spend time with a few key friends but increasingly nervous in large crowds. Formula One is all large crowds, as you’ve discovered; thousands of fans, hundreds of engineers and team members, plus drivers and girlfriends and best friends. So many eyes, all on you. So many voices all shouting over each other.
You love Carlos, though, and you love him wholeheartedly, so you gather up your courage and go to race weekends when you can. Every time Carlos sees you in the crowd, he smiles so widely his friends tease him for weeks, and he runs to you first after every podium and strong finish. You want to be there for your boyfriend, truly you do, you just wonder if all of this should come easier to you than it does.
Also, you wonder if Carlos wishes the same thing. He has been nothing but perfect to you, so the spirals of guilt currently tangling their way through your insides are purely of your own creation, but what if he truly does think like that? Carlos must see the other WAGs, how they shine and sparkle with attention instead of feeling the urge to run. Wouldn’t he want that? Wouldn’t he get frustrated that you can’t be like the rest?
Thousands of girls in the world, and he picks you. You don’t know if it’s sweet or genuinely frightening. He wanted you out of everyone, yes, but he could replace you in a snap, swapping you out like some useless part on his car. There is nothing about you that cannot be replicated in any other girl. Even Charles did it, in a way, got himself a new girlfriend that’s a dead ringer for Charlotte. Carlos has no reason to keep you except for something he knows and you don’t.
The guessing will drive you mad, maybe, but you’ll lose your sanity long before that just trying to keep up with everything in his fast-paced life. You’ve been to prior F1 races, obviously, it’s how you met Carlos in the first place and it’s also how you kept him, but this upcoming weekend is different, this is Barcelona. Carlos is the center of attention at his home race, and every step he takes, a new storm of people is flooding in to ask him for autographs, selfies, anything to remind them that he’s real and right before their eyes.
Carlos doesn’t ask for a whole lot, and he certainly didn’t force you to come to this race, but you saw the hope in his dark eyes when he brought it up oh-so-casually at a dinner last week. You had assured him that you would go there to cheer him on along with the rest of his home crowd, and Carlos had been delighted for the rest of the evening.
You are happy to go, truly, but it’s taking everything in you to keep your smile up in front of the reporters and crowds and fans, and it’s just the first day. All you’re handling right now is qualifying, not even the actual race. In the back of your mind, a voice whispers that it’s only going to get worse from here on out, but when Carlos looks back at you as you wind through the paddock, you just smile and tell him you’re glad to be there with him. You’re here for him, after all, and Carlos is busy enough with race stuff that he won’t want to hear your complaints.
That’s what you keep repeating to yourself throughout the entirety of that day. Carlos qualifies well and is properly pleased about it, as he should be. The possibility of a podium or perhaps even a win for his home race has been one of his top goals for the season, and he’s as close as he can get to it right now. He earnestly talks about it the whole drive back to your hotel, but once you’re back in the safety and peace of the room, the conversation abruptly switches back to you.
Carlos sheds his jacket at the door, watches you flop down onto the bed with a smile on his face, then asks you pointedly, “And how are you doing, amor?”
You smile back at him, the expression trained to perfection after being tested so many times today. “Great! Glad that everything’s going so well for you. I’ll be cheering for P1 tomorrow.”
In truth, you’re tired more than anything. People kept coming up to you all day, assuming that taking a selfie with Carlos’ girlfriend was at least half as good as getting to see him. They gave you all manner of gifts and things to give to him, extracting promises that you’d tell him dozens of different people wished him well. You knew you’d get a lot more attention when you started dating Carlos, but the lack of personal space and privacy at the races is truly unlike anything you’d experienced before.
Carlos has been dating you long enough to pick up on this, apparently, because he furrows his brow and sits down on the edge of the bed next to you. “I’ll be glad to see you tomorrow, but do you want to tell me what is really on your mind? Don’t try to tell me otherwise. I know you, no?”
You sigh, covering your face with one of your arms. Carlos deflects from this attempt to hide by gently pulling your arm away, pressing a kiss to your forehead to make up for it. “Talk to me, cariño.”
You look sorrowfully at him, but when it becomes clear that Carlos won’t let you go until you confess, you give in. “It’s just a lot, I guess. The people and the cameras and everything.”
Carlos frowns. “I can get them to go away, you know that. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
You look away. “I just thought you wouldn’t want to hear it. All of the other girlfriends have no problem with it, just me. I thought you’d want me to be more outgoing, so I tried, I really did, it’s just hard for me, I don’t know why.”
When you dare to risk a glance up at Carlos, you’re surprised to notice that he looks genuinely hurt. “Sweetheart, you didn’t think that I would actually be unhappy about that? I just want you to be happy. Don’t think about me.”
You let out a low breath. “I know, it’s just– I want to be like the rest, really. I don’t want this to be a reason–”
You cut yourself off, distracted by Carlos’ hands still wrapped around yours. Carlos picks up on the obviously dropped subject, though, and looks at you with fresh concern. “You don’t want it to be a reason for what?”
“That you would break up with me,” you whisper.
That’s it, then. That’s the truth. If you can’t live with Carlos’ lifestyle, why wouldn’t he leave you for someone who could? It makes perfect sense to you, but judging by Carlos’ expression, that logic couldn’t be further from his mind.
“No, Y/N,” he says, “That’s not right at all. I don’t want to break up with you, like, ever. Not because of this. I don’t want someone else, I want you. I love you, querida. I love the girl who showed up out of nowhere and made me forget about every other woman in the world. I love the girl who shows up to my home race even though it stresses her out because she wants to be there for me. I love you, Y/N. No one else. Just you.”
And, well, in the face of such passionate declarations, who could stand firm in their own self-pity? Certainly not you. You smile and let him kiss you again and again until you can’t see straight, and after that it is better, it is all better. Hearing it straight from Carlos is better than trying to guess at it. It lets your worries finally sink off into nothingness. It’s just you and him, just what he wants. Just what you want.
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TEASER 11 - CH.11 TIL WE BURN OUR SKINS
Yeah I know, a teaser, not the actual chapter. But, it's better than nothing right ? So today, here's a big teaser to compensate for this huge wait, and if it takes me more than two weeks to be fully done with the chapter, i'll drop another one. But chapter 11 should be there this october guys, and it's currently 62 pages and 26k words (and going!).
Enjoy ♡
(teasers below the line)
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“I think this guy likes you.”
Em-Jay’s voice pulls her out of her thoughts as she turns her head toward a group of young men, one of whom she knows has been staring at her for several minutes. The reason she’s ignoring him?
Gwen hated the 'canon', and she had good reason. As such, she tried not to judge people based on who they were. But sometimes it’s hard to put aside all your preconceptions about the people around you.
Especially when that person’s name is Eddie Brock.
So she ignores the fact that this was at least the seventh time he’d come to one of their show, that he never took his eyes off her when she performed on stage, or when she sat at the bar with her friends.
“So?”
… (little skip)
“So you should go see him and ask for his number. — Not interested, I pass. — Come on! He's come to see us at least five times, and every time he's looking at you. Take your chance! — I don't want to date a stalker. — He's not a 'stalker'…”
She didn't want to date Eddie Brock, period. Okay, there were worse things in the world. But being in a relationship with the person who had the best chance of becoming a symbiote host if they ever showed up on her Earth was probably not the best idea she could have. ---------- Their little hangout goes on more quickly than she had anticipated, and soon most of the people had either gone home or are sprawled out somewhere on the floor of the apartment. She is sitting on the floor too, her back to the couch, Em-Jay’s head on her lap, whose hair she absently strokes to gently ease her into a peaceful sleep.
She feels someone sit down next to her, but she already knows who it is anyway.
“So, did you enjoy the tonight? — It was pretty nice.”
She doesn’t elaborate further. She doesn’t feel as uncomfortable as before around him. In fact, he didn’t really seem like a bad guy. Maybe there really were exceptions in the multiverse after all. He holds two large glasses of water in his hand and hands her one.
“Here, drink this. I don’t know if you’ve been drinking tonight, but it always feels good.”
… (little skip)
She doesn’t know what made her change her mind: was it that more vulnerable side he had put on? The pictures of his adorable dog he had shown her? Maybe just the fatigue of the week that had simply fried a few neurons.
She doesn’t know if seeing the notification on her phone would have made her give a different answer. A 'Good night', from the boy she loved the most in the world, sent right at the time she usually sent an 'I’m going to bed', accompanied by a penguin emoji.
What is certain is that you can’t change the past, and that night, she said yes. ---------- Margo was currently using Gwen's phone, scrolling through Vine, an app that had been gone for years on E-22191. She could be heard laughing at various videos, punctuating the conversation regularly.
Well, that was until she gasped loudly, drawing everyone's attention, before saying not so discreetly “You have a date with Eddie Brock?!”. A sudden sound of glass breaking.
Silence fell heavily as she realized what she had just said out loud, but their eyes almost immediately went to a still surprised Gwen.
Aware that the others were waiting for a response, she stood up and went to retrieve her phone. She read the message, and sure enough, Eddie asked her if she was still up for this Wednesday night.
She stammered for a moment before she could come up with a proper response.
“Um, yeah. But it’s just a little date, nothing crazy.”
No one answers for the next few seconds, but she knows exactly what they’re all thinking right now. ---------- “I have a boyfriend.”
She rips the bandage off in one go. Miles doesn’t react at first, as if he didn’t hear, just stares at his Spider-Man mask in his hand. But the way he freezes is proof that her words have reached his ears. He stops playing with the fabric of his spandex, she even has the impression that he stops breathing for a moment.
“Miles? — So… you and Eddie? — Yeah, it’s official.”
He looks away, eyeing the crowd, the New Yorkers getting out of work. Some seemed in a hurry, others took their time. Parents were buying ice cream for their kids, students were buying their dinner for tonight at street stalls, elderly couples were feeding the pigeons.
“Are you mad at me? she finally asks when he still doesn't answer. — Of course not. — That's the impression I get, anyway…” ---------- Betty grabs her backpack with a little difficulty to take her water bottle and take a few sips, before putting everything down. She signals Gwen to resume the swinging.
“We talked a bit about everything, about what had happened to us since he left school… He told me he did a lot of therapy, and that it opened his eyes to a lot of things.”
Gwen doesn't answer, too many thoughts switching in her brain, as she reviews all the things that had happened a few years ago.
“He didn't say it explicitly but…”
The drummer looks up.
“I think Peter's death was a shock to him. — I wish he had one before.”
Betty looks away.
“Yeah, me too…” ---------- But no, instead she ruins everything, over and over again. She has distanced herself from the others in order to focus on being Spider-Woman, but still hasn't managed to get her hands on the heart of the criminal network that takes up all her time.
The sign says a three-minute wait time.
So this was her destiny? To be as useless as Gwen Stacy as she is as Spider-Woman? A burden in any skin, with any face.
Em-Jay says the subway is coming.
A bad friend.
Glory says to back off, just to be safe.
A lousy girlfriend.
Betty takes her arm when she doesn't back off on her own.
The worst superhero New York could ever have known.
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Multi Meggy Mayhem (Get to Know Your AU Meggy)
I’m a vein similar to Into the Marioverse, someone is going around, kidnapping and subsequently brainwashing the multiverses Meggy’a and it’s up to the Splatsquad to save the universe from its biggest threat- thousands of armed and dangerous brain washed Meggys
And now here YOU yes you get to meet the various Meggy’s we meet in this silly adventure
Triple Dose - A Meggy who has been hypnoshaded then sanitised and a few years into her recovery feom said sanitisation was fuzzified, shes taller than most Meggy’s (about Tari’s height) but suffers from severe back pain and needs to wear a brace as a result, currently recovering from amnesia and sometimes slips into a feral like state
Paper Jam - A Meggy from the paper jam verse, she is currently Captain of the Squidbeak Splatoon and got adopted by Cuttlefish, adoptive guardian of Veronika and currently dating Saiko, Tari and Desti in an open relationship, because of the sanitization her right eye is blind due to its light sensitivity, leaving aher needing to wear an eyepatch to avoid strain and had also been coaching a Team Blue from the Splatoon Manga and has also been present for the events of the Manga she doesn’t like others thinking they’re better than everyone else and sometimes gives such people a taste of humble pie (in the case of Wireglasses) if they go too far, she also dislikes the mindset of “The Strong rule the weak” since everyone needed to start from somewhere even the strongest Turfer used to be one of the weak you know, has emotionally adopted Team Blue and is now a single mom that works two jobs something something survivor
Soldier 30 - A Meggy who was made for super soldier program and was essentially a child soldier for most of her life it wasn’t until she was 14 and she ran into Mario (and tried to kill him and SMG4 on multiple occasions) that she began to learn that not is all as it seems and began to slowly but surely question her commanders orders, it wasn’t until she was 16 did she defect and that was during the anime arc, unlike canon Meggy who has green and purple eyes Soldier 30 has red and green eyes and also a list of war crimes
What-If Fuzz - Set in the what-if universe version of Squid Meme, this Meggy’s corpse was used as essential Subject 0 for Mr. Grizz’s Fuzzy Ooze for 4 years because of this she was extremely more fucked up than other more recently fuzzified subjects being a very tall cat bear like creature, it wasn’t until she ran into the NSS who were investigating Alterna whilst on her 333th escape attempt and got partially domesticated due to her immediate attachment to the Captain (who happened to be her younger sibling, Paige) did she begin to regain her suppressed memories that were sealed because of the combined trauma of getting stabbed, coming back from the dead and the countless experiments performed by Grizz, nowadays she has since regained her memories and is trying to live life the best she can whilst being a fucked up mutant cat bear thing, she’s also quite tall being about Saiko’s height and suffers from body aches from the bones she has
Italian Squid - This Meggy was taken in by Mario and Luigi after she was abandoned by her parents on the side of a road when she was a baby as a result she has an even stronger sibling bond than most Meggy’s with her Mario and Luigi and ended up learning a few tricks from them as well, now being able to Jump around like a bro and to swing around a hammer like a pro, she also has a minor italian accent, don’t worry Red and Lou still took her to Inkadia to exprience her heritage and culture, her best friends are Sam, Heavy Squid and Kenji and she’s been on her own Mario branded adventures like her brothers
Meggy and the Music Box - This Meggy has seen more horrors and is on the brink of a mental breakdown and going mas with the only thing keeping her sane is her determination to save both of her brothers from the clutches of the Mario Mansion, she is currently on her 40th loop and always has bruises around her neck from escaping a possessed Mario who was trying to strangle her
Wolf Squid - Before meeting Mario, this Meggy got bitten by a wolf on a camping trip with her friends as a result she now carries lycanthropy, doesn’t really change many things yet causes massive changes, shes a feral little shit who just wants pets
SuperBowserGlitchy - With Bowser being the Avatar instead of Mario, things are bound to change to fit this new Narrative as such this Meggy instead of being like a little sister to Bowser is straight up his adoptive daughter, Bowser ended up adopting Meggy and now she’s the General of his Army (and also has her own mini biker faction of the koopa army called the Killer Splatz) and honestly she makes them work like the damn Navy, she has a whole biker aesthetic going on with her owning a motorbike with a mini side car and instead of wearing a Plumber hat to replace her headgear she wears a Bowser sanctified Koopa baseball cap hat (it’s basically a baseball hat worth bowsers hair and horns) and is practically Bowser Jr. and the Koopalings cool older sister who they hide behind whenever things look grim, due to a magic accident that almost cause Meggy to suffer what was essentially ego death, she is now part koopa along with her being a human and inkling amalgamation (which in itself is a complicated thing), she’s somewhat fire resistant as a result and also carries around a shield of a spiked koopa shell (which may have been bowsers great grandpa but who the fuck knows at this point) which she carrie’s on her back
Puzzle Pieces stained in Orange - This Meggy was childhood friends with Puzzles (key word on the was) and was there to bare witness to his downward mental spiral into insanity and saw first hand the after math of cutting his face off and relplacing it with a television set, now she’s just trying to live her life peacefully after ditching puzzles
Love in the Cold - This Meggy is married to her universes Shiver after a series of misadventures and messes and has 3 kids with said Splatlandian, she also is a bit older than other Meggy’s being about 25 (basically she’s a girl dad with a loving family
There are Many Benefits to being a Mersquid - A Meggy from a world where pirates and high magic are common place, shes a mersquid and not just any mersquid but one blessed by the sea god Ollyseus and is the current de facto King of Inkadia due to winning the Turf War Crowning Tournament and “slaying” the corrupted Sea Demon King One-Shot Wren
#splatoon#Multi Meggy Mayhem#love in the cold au#what if fuzz au#there are many benefits to being a mersquid#smgpj au#triple dose au#soldier 30 au#italian squid au#italian inkling au#meggy and the music box au#wolf squid au#superbowserglitchy au#puzzle pieces stained in orange ink au#smg4#smg4 au#fan episode
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Nine Finds Sonic Boom
Nine discovers a web of multiverses beyond the shatter space. What if that lead him to Sonic Boom?
Nine has been in search of a new home. Somewhere safer, somewhere more kind to him. He is content with settling for a universe in the shatter space, but when he discovers a beyond, he can’t help himself! Nine chooses a portal and goes through it, being warped to a sandy beach. He gets out of his shuttle and sticks his feet in the sand for the very first time.
Nine kicks up some sand, mystified by it. Then he turns around and sees the ocean and the bright blue sky. Sonic wasn’t kidding! There is a blue sky somewhere! Nine zones out staring into the ocean.. this is truly incredible! He never knew there could be so much water in one place. He notices the buildings behind him and hopes whoever is there doesn’t mind him chilling out here for a bit.
Nine sits in the sand, picking some up and dropping it. He decides to start piling some up cause why not?
“Tails??”
Nine turns around and to his shock, he sees Sonic! But taller, looking a bit tired, and has a bandana. Sonic approaches Nine looking just as shocked as he feels “how did you get here so fast? I JUST left you at meh burger. Did you find some way to beat my speed and not tell me?? Low blow, dude.” Sonic crosses his arms, then notices somethings off about Tails. He starts looking him up and down. Nine backs up “I’m… why do you keep calling me TAILS? You got a problem?” Nine raises his 7 other tails to threaten Sonic, who’s eyes widen and he backs away.
“Oh! Ah.. sorry? You just look a lot like someone I know. A LOT.” Sonic scratches behind his head a little embarrassed. Nine lowers his defences “I could say the same about you.. except the guy you remind me of would have already ran a hundred circles around me, and this.. weird. Place. He can’t sit still to save his life.”
“He sounds pretty cool! What’s his name?”
“Sonic.”
Pause. What? Sonic looks puzzled “but.. that’s. My name..?” Now they’re both confused. Out of all the places Nine has visited, he’s never seen another Sonic.
“Why is the multiverse lacking in Sonics..?” Nine mumbles to himself, trying to think.
Suddenly they hear someone approaching. “Sonic, did you find the-“ it’s Tails himself. The two foxes stare at each other for a moment before Tails rushes over “wow!! You’re me!! This is so neat!” Tails is immediately observing Nine, circling around him. Nine shrinks back “I guess I am.. you? Sorry. Just. Give me a moment to think here.” Tails stops. Then looks at the shuttle. Then back at Nine. Then back at the shuttle. He has so many questions.
Sonic leads Nine over to a beach chair “here, sit down. Collect your bearings.” Sonic sits on another chair, and Tails sits right next to him.
Nine looks back at the ocean “I’ve never seen.. anything like this before.. a large capacity of water and a blue sky. I.. I thought Sonic was pulling my leg.” He says sadly. Sonic pauses to think about what to say. Tails goes right into “what.. universe did you come from?” Tails can’t imagine a world without blue skies.
Nine looks back at Tails “back home, the sky is some shade of red. Polluted with factories and smog.. it’s been like that for as long as I can remember.. The Chaos Council took anything colourful that was said to have existed.” “The Chaos Council?” Sonic asks”
“The Chaos Council. They’re a group of 5 dictators that rule over the world with an iron fist.” Nine says. The other two are bewildered “where have I been this entire time?” Sonic asks, a bit disappointed with his other self. Nine shrugs “I don’t know. I met him when he somehow found my lab. He started calling me Tails and talking about blue skies, palm trees, Mr. Doctor Eggman, him and I being friends and beating up Mr. Doctor Eggman.. and even about saving me from bullies. The only part that I remember.. is being bullied. But he wasn’t there. I went through so many beatings just for having an extra tail..”
Tails notes all this down in his head. Sonic lowers his head “thats.. wow. You’ve been through it, kid.”
Tails asks “is your Sonic from another universe?” Nine nods “from all the evidence I’ve collected thus far, yes. And he somehow can’t get back. He looked very stressed out when he met me and the rebellion soldiers and we didn’t even know him. Yet.. he’s still facing everyone with so much optimism it makes me want to slap him sometimes.” Tails laughs and Sonic looks shook.
“AHEM.” The group turn to look at the entrance path to the beach from the village. There stands an unamused Amy, an annoyed Sticks, and Knuckles who’s just happy to be involved. Amy walks right over to Sonic and Tails and glares at them “you left to find my tip wallet, and you never came back! I told you exactly where it was, how hard is it to-“ she spots Nine who’s staring at her in.. so much confusion. Nine’s tails raise in defence. Amy gasps “oh hello! Tails I thought you weren’t gonna mess with the multiverse again.” “I’m not!” Tails stands up “Amy, Sticks, Knuckles, this is other me from some dystopian universe.”
Sticks gives Nine an ‘I’m watching you.’ Look. Knuckles goes and crouches next to Nine “hello other Tails! Aww, you’re so cu-“ Knuckles reaches to pat Nine on the head, but is interrupted by one of Nines mechanical tails slapping his hand away. Knuckles holds his wrist in pain. Nine growls “do that again, and you lose your hand.”
Stick pulls Knuckles back “see! This is what technology does to people! It turns them into crazy whack-a-doos! This is the future people! Wake up!” she yells. Nine looks at Tails who gives him a sympathetic look.
Amy leaves to go make Nine some tea. The others (excluding Sonic) help Nine build enough confidence to approach the ocean. Sticks runs into the ocean. Knuckles smiles gently at Nine. Nine has never seen Knuckles smile ever. Tails says “try touching it!” Tails crouches down and sticks his hand in the water. Sticks pops up from under the water with some seaweed on her head “its not gonna hurt ya. As long as you know how to swim, and don’t drink it.” Nine cautiously dips his hand into the water. It’s cold! He takes off his shoes and socks to wade into the water like everyone else. His tails are water-proof so they don’t have to worry about that.
A splash fight begins! It continues until Amy comes back with the tea. Everyone rushes out to enjoy it. Nine learns that he really likes peppermint tea! Amy gives him some tea bags to take with him on his travels.
Nine tells his story. The others are incredibly saddened to hear that Nine is from a careless dangerous world lead by such terrible people. Sticks also goes on a rant about the dangers of technology.
As Nine is explaining the Chaos Council members, Knuckles interrupts him “they sound a lot like if Eggman just separated into 5 different people.” Sonic groans “one is enough! Who decided that 5 Eggheads would be a good idea?” Nine shrugs “one of them is a literal baby.” “Hah, what??” Sonic snickers “yep. A small very angry tyrannical baby.” Sonic bursts out laughing “I think that council literally is Eggman in 5 people!”
Sticks asks something that’s been bothering her “if you’re not called Tails, what IS your name?”
“Nine.” Nine says
Sonic says without thinking “why, cause you’re like, nine?”
There’s a brief moment of silence before Nine is lunging at Sonic. Knuckles has to hold him back. Sonic has to say sorry a bunch of times while the others scold him for inappropriate timing.
Nine cools down and raises his tails “no. It’s because I have nine tails.” There’s mutters of “oh yea I get it” across the group.
Suddenly, laughing in the distance. Eggman pulls up in his eggmobile alongside some badniks. Nine is glad that the shard is hidden inside his shuttle.
The others get into battle positions.
“What is it, Egghead??” Sonic demands, upset that he would interrupt a visit like this.
Eggman laughs “oh I just feel like I haven’t been thrashing you enough lately! It’s been too long, Sonic!”
“ITS BEEN A DAY!”
“Potato potahto. Robots A-.. wait is that another Tails?”
Eggman takes a second to stare at Nine who looks like he’s ready to take his head off. Amy nudges Nine to get his attention “Eggman is hardly a threat. Just kick enough robot butt and he’ll retreat.” Amy is incredibly lucky that Nine listened, because the moment there’s robots around, he’s tearing them to pieces. When he sees Tails just hitting the robots with kicks or a wrench, he decides that this just won’t do.
Time to pull a Sonic!
Nine gets to Tails in the air “hey, you know how to spin dash??”
“No, that’s Sonics thing!”
“Steal his thing!”
Nine scruffs Tails “SPIN!” and chucks him into battle. Tails is now ping ponging robots around in a spin dash. Sonic has a look of pride yet a ‘HEY HE STOLE MY THING!’ Look.
The battle is over in record time before Eggman retreats, grumbling about a stupid fox with his stupid spider legs.
Nine decides it’s his time to go. He does let Tails investigate the shuttle juuust a little bit. Not a lot. Ok maybe he just let him look at it. But still.
Maybe Nine will come back one day. Who knows!
This isn’t home. This is other hims home. Where he’s happy and gets to live in peace.
Nine thinks about how close Tails and Sonic were.. his Sonic is probably missing his friends like crazy.
Is it cruel though to still want to stay with him? The only friend he’s ever had?
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I wanna tell y’all about a SAMS AU I have. It’s slightly canon divergent in terms of world mechanics, but I think it’s interesting!
Basically, long after all SAMS characters die, they ascend to what is basically spirit guardians become technically reincarnated. Like their original spirits are still there but they’re tied to someone/thing the moment they’re born. They watch and guide their reincarnations. They are tasked to keep the balance and stability of the multiverse.
But! Not all of them have good intentions as Eclipse, Ruin, and the Blood twins ALSO ascended to spirit guardians and they will do their own things. Eclipse is always a gamble whether he’s a friend or foe though.
Anyways, ignore this little ramble of mine. I had to write this somewhere 😫
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Ok… so…
I love the idea of Mobius going back to his timeline to co-parent with Don and show up in Kevin and Sean’s lives as the weird uncle/long lost twin brother trope.
But you know what I would love even more?
A post-TVA family reunion with Mobius and his family from his actual timeline.
Like, imagine Kevin and Sean waking up in the void after their timeline was pruned. Imagine them running away from Alioth and freaking out about how scary and cool it was that they almost got eaten by a cloud monster. Imagine them growing up in the void, surviving off of all the Boy Scout skills they’re dad taught them. Imagine them high-jacking a jet-ski, putting it on wheels, and riding around all over the void like land pirates. Imagine them bartering and making alliances with all the Lokis (Kid Loki would TOTALLY be their best friend!). Imagine them bonding and relying on each other to survive, becoming the inseparable duo they were meant to be in the process.
Imagine the new TVA cleaning up the void, getting wind of this land pirate brother duo that rides around on a jet-ski, and just immediately knowing it’s Mobius’s boys. Imagine them letting Mobius know, and Mobius HURDLING out of retirement to go on a mission to find them. Imagine the hilariously heartfelt and tearful reunion that would occur when he does. Imagine them all being so proud of each other: Mobius being proud of his boys for surviving in the void for so long, and Kevin and Sean being in awe of their Dad, who is no longer the goofy jet-ski salesman they once knew, but is now a time-cop hero who helped free the multiverse.
And what about their mom? What if Mobius’s nexus event had something to do with her absence? What if his timeline, the one that got pruned, was the one timeline where she didn’t die, or get snapped, or leave him? If we go with the divorce option, the implications of that are devastating. How sad would it be if the moment they chose to stay together rather than get divorced was the moment the TVA showed up? It would add a whole new layer of evil and just despicable wrongness to what He Who Remains did. What are the odds that she’s still alive out there in the void somewhere, too? What if Mobius and the boys decide to go look for her together?
Just… Mobius reuniting with his family, his real family, that family that was affected by the TVA in the same way that he was… there’s a whole sci-fi family adventure movie to be made there. He Who Remains destroyed so much, but this one family survived it all and lived to tell the tale. That’s the ending I really want for Mobius!
#BTW void Kevin and Sean would ADORE their Aunt Sylvie#“Whoa you were kidnapped by the time police and grew up in apocalyptic situations too! Siiiiccckk.”#“Can you teach me how to fry a rat???”#“KEVIN NO”#Loki series#loki season 2#mobius#agent mobius#mobius m mobius
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Portal to My Heart (Book 3) Chapter Twelve
Loki x Reader
Chapter Twelve: Across Branches
Summary: Loki and (Y/N) have a long-awaited talk and start to fix what's been broken.
The light receded, and (Y/N) and Loki pulled apart. They stared at each other, and Loki cupped her cheek while (Y/N)’s hand fell to his chest.
“We’re ali—” began (Y/N).
“I love you,” said Loki. “I can’t-I can’t keep going without you knowing that. No matter what’s happened to us, no matter what comes next, know that I love you. I have loved you for so long, and I shall love you for all eternity.”
(Y/N) smiled widely. “And I love you too. I don’t know when it happened, but you’re in my heart, and you’re never leaving. You’re forever with me. I will always love you.”
Loki let out a half-sob of happiness and kissed her again. (Y/N) smiled and kissed him back. They were finally one. Finally, once, a single time in an infinite multiverse, they had managed to say what was on their hearts. (Y/N) and Loki had bared their feelings and been accepted.
Loki slightly pulled back and caressed her cheek gently. “How are you feeling?”
“My headache is gone. And my heart…I can barely contain my feelings,” said (Y/N).
“Nor can I,” said Loki.
(Y/N) covered his hand. “We need to find the others.” She figured they had run in panic from the onslaught of energy.
“Right.” Loki didn’t care if this was the only moment they got. She loved him. She loved him. He had that.
“Did you see what happened?” murmured (Y/N). “Did they run?”
“I don’t know,” said Loki. He held her hand tightly. “But we’ll figure it out. Together.”
“Together,” said (Y/N). He loved her. She loved him. They weren’t alone. They could go through anything together.
Afraid but brave enough to continue, Loki and (Y/N) stepped out of the room and left behind the shattering Loom. Still no sign of anyone. Hand-in-hand, they walked through the abandoned, empty TVA. There were no signs of life, no remnants of human activity.
“We’re the only ones left,” said (Y/N).
“We are,” said Loki.
“Why?” asked (Y/N). “Why us?”
“We pulled ourselves from the time stream before. We’re not…Our lives aren’t like the others’,” said Loki.
“So what happened to the others? Are they dead? Or are they just…somewhere else?” wondered (Y/N). She truly hoped for the latter.
“We’ll find o—gah!”
Loki and (Y/N) groaned as their bodies glitched and stretched like they had so long ago. (Y/N) took a deep breath when they stabilized.
“So we were affected,” she murmured. “Our bodies are also trying to leave. So maybe the others are just gone, too.”
“But how do we stop this again?” said Loki.
“I don’t know,” said (Y/N). She sank down against the wall and buried her head in her hands. “God, we can never have it all, can we? The one time we, out of any of our variants, get to be honest about how we feel, we lose all of our friends, and our worlds might be dying. We don’t even get a moment.”
Loki reached out, and they both time-slipped the moment he touched her cheek. They landed hand in another room, but it was still empty and devoid of life. (Y/N) and Loki didn’t pay it any attention and just focused on each other again.
“We’re together. The chaos, the pain, they’re always there. But no matter what happens, no we have each other. And we can face anything together,” said Loki, cupping her cheek. “Because this time, we’re not losing. We’re not losing anything. We’re going to have each other, and we’ll figure everything else out because we have each other.”
“Loki—” (Y/N) cut off as the world started to unravel around them. She held onto Loki tightly.
“We can face it. Together,” he promised. It didn’t matter what was happening. They’d face it. They’d make it.
And then they time-slipped, and they held each other tight. They’d face it together.
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(Y/N) and Loki reformed on a beach in the dead of night. They had slipped outside of the TVA.
“Are we…alive?” asked (Y/N).
“I think we are still,” said Loki, looking around himself. “Are you alright?”
(Y/N) took a deep breath. “Yeah, yeah…I’m being stupid.”
“You’re not,” said Loki. “None of this is normal.”
(Y/N) squeezed his hand. “Right. But we need to handle it. It’s up to us.” Her mind was clearing as she sat in the cool night air with Loki by her side. She wasn’t about to lose her head now that she had finally gotten his love.
“It is,” said Loki. “But we’ve got each other.”
“Right.” (Y/N) stood up and dusted off her clothes. “Alright, Loki, I don’t want our chance at a love life to turn to spaghetti, so let’s figure out what the hell is happening.” She wasn’t going to let everything go to shit and just cry about it. She had Loki, and she wasn’t going to give up now. She’d go out swinging if she had to but not sitting down like a wounded puppy.
Loki chuckled and stood up beside her. She had her spirit back. There was the woman he loved, ready to take on the world. “Let’s figure out where we are.”
“Right,” said (Y/N).
“Let’s go, hurry up!” said a hushed voice from farther down the beach.
(Y/N) and Loki glanced at each other and crept closer to the sound. “Casey?” they said incredulously upon seeing the man.
The other men with him scrambled away while Casey stared at them in confusion.
“Casey!” called (Y/N), and she and Loki ran towards him.
“Thank god you’re here,” said Loki. “Is everyone else here?”
“Who are you?” said Casey.
“Not again…” said Loki.
(Y/N) cocked her head and looked at the prison uniforms and looked up at the building behind her. “Oh, shit. Alcatraz?! Casey’s an escapee from Alcatraz?!”
“Huh?” Loki looked at her in confusion.
“How did you guys get here? How do you know our plan?” demanded Casey.
“Loki, I think this might be his life on the timelines,” said (Y/N).
Loki’s eyes widened. “Were they sent back to their lives? From before the TVA?”
“I’m not su—”
(Y/N)’s words were cut off as she and Loki time-slipped out of the world.
Loki and (Y/N) appeared in a parking lot and glanced at each other. (Y/N) opened her mouth to continue her previous thought, but their bodies glitched again. For a moment they stabilized in a TVA-like room before disappearing once more. After the explosion of the Loom, it seemed they were even more destabilized than before. They switched between the corridor of a hospital, and then they were back in the parking lot but now facing the building it lay in front of. The sign read “Piranha Powersports.”
“Loki,” murmured (Y/N), reaching out for Loki.
“I see him,” said Loki.
From within the store, they could see Mobius walking around as a seller of jet skis ((Y/N) was relatively happy for him because he liked jet skis). They quickly hurried to the entrance and stepped inside to face Mobius.
“Do you think he remembers?” asked (Y/N) quietly.
“I…I hope so,” said Loki.
(Y/N) cleared her throat. “It’s a coincidence that you’re here,” she said to Mobius as he noticed them.
“Not really.” He smiled. “I’m always here from nine to five every day but Sunday.”
“The TVA is gone,” said Loki, testing the waters.
“I think you mean ATV, and no, you’re in luck,” said Mobius. “We got in two of them last week. They’re upstairs.”
“Shit. He’s like Casey,” murmured (Y/N). “I think you’re right. These were their lives before they came to the TVA.”
“Damn,” cursed Loki.
“Excuse me?” said Mobius.
“Don, your son’s on line three,” said a man at the cash register.
“Ah, sorry, give me a second. Single dad and all,” said Mobius, walking over to the cash register.
Behind him, Loki and (Y/N) distorted and left his branch of the timeline.
They reformed in a warehouse that reminded them of the R and A room in the TVA. They groaned as their bodies stabilized. The constant time-slipping was worse than before.
“Ah!” Ouroboros (it seemed they were catching up with all their friends) jumped and dropped the books in his arms as he saw them.
Loki and (Y/N) looked at each other, nodded, and got straight to the point. “What we’re about to tell you…is going to be hard to believe.”
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“Of course I believe you. It’s a dream come true,” said Ouroboros (named “A. D. Doug” in this timeline). (Y/N) was surprised it was so easy, but she wasn’t going to argue with one thing going right after everything else went wrong. “Two of my characters have come to life and need my help. This reminds of what happens in The Sons of Yoren.”
“What’s that?” asked Loki.
“Oh, you know, just my most popular book of all time,” said Ouroboros. “I’m sure I can find you guys a copy somewhere around here.”
“Wait…you’re a writer?” said Loki.
“Yes, science fiction!” said Ouroboros.
“We’re doomed, darling,” said Loki, looking at (Y/N). She patted his shoulder encouragingly as Ouroboros continued.
“But, and this is embarrassing, I have to get a PhD to keep my day job teaching theoretical physics at Caltech,” sighed Ouroboros.
(Y/N) turned to him, eyes wide. “Theoretical physics?” Ouroboros nodded. “He’s a scientist!” she said to Loki.
“Yeah, until I can quit and write fulltime,” said Ouroboros. “You guys can have some copies!”
“I’m so sorry. Can we stay on track?” asked Loki.
“But we’re sure your books are fantastic,” said (Y/N), giving him a thumbs-up.
“Of course,” said Ouroboros. “So, uh, what exactly are you trying to do?”
“We need to go back to before the Temporal Loom melted down,” said Loki. It was a crazy idea, but it was the only option.
“You can’t. It’s impossible,” said Ouroboros. “But don’t let that stop you.”
“Do you want to run that by us again?” said (Y/N).
“Well, you time-traveled in a place that has no time, right?” said Ouroboros.
“Right,” said (Y/N).
“That’s not possible!” said ouroboros.
“We know,” sighed Loki exasperatedly.
“So you’re traveling to a place that doesn’t exist anymore,” said Ouroboros. “It’s equally impossible, and therefore it’s something you might be able to do.”
“Sure, excellent,” said Loki.
“That definitely makes sense,” said (Y/N). “Doesn’t really sound scientific.”
“No, but it sounds like fiction,” said Ouroboros. He leaned forward seriously. “You need to learn how to control your time-slipping.”
“We can’t control it,” said (Y/N). “And I know, I have the ability to make portals. It is really hard to control and barely works unless I’m super angry, and it never happened randomly like this time-slipping, so yeah, I don’t think that’s happening.
“Ramble notwithstanding, (Y/N) is correct, it’s random, uncontrollable unlike magic,” said Loki.
“But it isn’t random,” said Ouroboros. “You keep ending up around exactly the people you’re looking for, and it’s evolving because you’re not just slipping in time, you’re also moving around in space. It’s like you’re a better version of one of those Tempads.” He smiled at (Y/N). “Which means if your powers started to come under control, this could, too!"
“You make it sound like it’s a good thing,” sighed Loki.
“With science, it’s all what and how,” said Ouroboros. “But with fiction, it’s why. So, why do you need to do this?”
“Why?” said (Y/N). Her eyes blazed with determination. “Because if we can’t save the TVA from being destroyed, there will nothing. We lose everyone and everything, and then that will happen again because of what’s coming.”
“Well, if that’s the real why that’s guiding you, you should be able to control it. So, go ahead!” said Ouroboros brightly.
(Y/N) and Loki looked at each other blankly before looking back at Ouroboros. “Now?”
“Yeah, yeah, just do it,” said Ouroboros.
(Y/N) and Loki stood up and shook out their limbs.
“Focus in on the way,” said Ouroboros. “You need to save the TVA.”
(Y/N) and Loki took a deep breath. They narrowed their eyes and tried to focus, but nothing happened. So, they threw out their arms like when their bodies contorted. Nothing.
“Are you guys…doing something?” said Ouroboros.
“We’re trying as hard as we can,” said Loki.
“You try doing something with no clue how,” said (Y/N). “It’s like trying to hack a supercomputer without knowing how to turn on a computer.”
Still, Loki and (Y/N) kept flailing. Over and over, again and again, they tried and tried, but nothing happened.
“You must be doing something wrong because it really feels like time-slipping is the answer,” said Ouroboros.
“Kind of hard to figure out what we’re doing wrong when we don’t know what we’re supposed to do right,” said (Y/N), sighing tiredly.
“Let’s focus on the science for now,” said Loki, squeezing (Y/N)’s shoulder encouragingly. “So, this equation—ah!” He jumped as Ouroboros tazed him lightly. “What are you doing?”
“Science,” said Ouroboros. “Now we know that electric pulses don’t initiate time-slipping.” He turned and jumped at (Y/N), screaming.
“Yeah, no, being scared isn’t doing anything,” said (Y/N). She shrugged. “So I guess it doesn’t work like my portal abilities.”
“Let’s forget about the time-slipping for now, alright?” sighed Loki. “How does science help us get to a place that doesn’t exist?”
“Well, maybe it does exist,” said Ouroboros.
“Turning to spaghetti kind of implies nonexistence,” said (Y/N).
“But then you also said you also time-traveled in a place at the TVA, right?” remarked Ouroboros.
“The Time Theater in the TVA, yes,” said Loki.
“If that’s the case, the place and time you’re looking for still exists, but you don’t where to look,” said Ouroboros.
“That’s the sentence that’s made the most sense today, and that means my life sucks,” muttered (Y/N).
“It made sense to you?” asked Loki, and (Y/N) just shrugged. Loki was tempted to smile at her nonchalance despite everything growing on. It felt so right to just be beside her, together with her. Everything else made no sense and was going to hell, but this one bit of his life was going right, and that pushed him forward to succeed despite all the odds.
“Let’s try this,” said Ouroboros. He picked up a mug of pencils and held it out to Loki. “Hold this.”
“Yeah?” Loki did as asked.
Ouroboros picked up all the pencils and smiled. “We get the band together.” He put them back in.
“That doesn’t seem very scientific,” remarked Loki.
“You said everyone, every one of your friends, has a temporal aura, right?” said Ouroboros.
“Right,” said (Y/N).
“Well, that means a group of people would have a collective aura unique to that moment in time,” deduced Ouroboros. “If we can get everyone together in one place, we can read that aura. It will be like coordinates.”
“I’d like to correct myself: that makes the most sense out of anything so far,” said (Y/N).
“We can use these coordinates to get back to that moment,” said Loki.
“No,” said Ouroboros.
(Y/N) threw up her hands in exasperation as the few things that made sense crumbled.
“Why?” asked Loki.
“We don’t have one of those Tempads you talked about,” said Ouroboros.
“We could build one!” suggested (Y/N) encouragingly.
“Maybe, but without any of the knowledge of how it works, I would have to invent it from scratch. It could take a whole lifetime!” sighed Ouroboros.
“What if you had that knowledge?” said Loki, eyes widening as he felt in his pocket and found their (possible) saving grace. He pulled out a TVA Handbook.
“What’s that?” asked Ouroboros, taking the book.
“Your most popular book of all time,” said (Y/N), smiling. “There’s one on every desk at the TVA.” She watched Ouroboros grin and flip through the book. “And I am good with tech, so I can help you put it tog—”
(Y/N) and Mobius time-slipped away, leaving Ouroboros all alone.
“Oh, that’s a problem,” he said.
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i cannot explain what’s going down, i can see you standing next to me, in and out, somewhere else right now
“Welcome to the first anual MMIBD, multiversal mentally ill blonde dinner, I am Magnus Chase, pronouns he/him and I am pansexual and dead, as the most magical one here, I am hosting this event, please state your name, pronouns, identity and any fact about yourself you might find relevant to share”
“I guess I’ll go first, I’m Wilhelm, he/him, gay and my boyfriend is a wonderful musician” he smiles fondly, thinking about Simon
“Okay, that was unbelievably sappy, I’m Ámbar Benson-Smith, she/her, bisexual and I’m really into rollerskating”
“Hey, I’m Ambrosius, I refuse to share my last name because… just no, I’m gay, I use he/him pronouns and I’m pretty good with swords” that last part made Ámbar and Magnus snicker, thinking of dirty jokes about gay guys and swords
“Uh, I suppose It’s my turn? I’m Cole Mackenzie, I like boys, I don’t know what those words you’re saying mean, but I guess I’m a he? and I really like to draw” he scratches his head
“Oh yeah, sorry Cole, I forgot you probably wouldn’t know what those words meant, so, basically, Gay means attracted to only men, I don’t think that will come up right now, but lesbian means attracted to just women, bisexual means attracted to both, and pansexual means attraction regardless of gender” Magnus explained
“Alright…” Cole is still confused, but decided to just roll with it, because think about the existence of other universes was already giving him a headache, he could hardly think of a world outside of PEI, whole other universes? That was way too much for him, if Anne was here, she’d probably be spouting nonstop question to these people, but him… he didn’t know what to do
Magnus frowned at the boy, but shook his head, if he needed clarification on anything, he could ask “anyways, moving on to the next segment, who here has a significant other?” all hands are raised, but Cole still looks confused “As in romantic partner” he clarifies
“Oh, I don’t have one of those, but my friend Anne is very romantic and she’s the person I trust most in the world” he grins
Wilhelm smiles, remembering Felice “I have a friend like that too”
“Okay, guys, very heartwarming, but we’re kind of on a schedule here, and if I don’t get you back to where you belong in under an hour I’ll have several pantheons on my ass” Magnus rants
“Alright, you want us to talk about our partners, right? my boyfriend’s name is Simón-“ Ámbar starts, trying not to think about the existence of gods, but gets interrupted
“No way!! mine too!” Wilhelm beams
“Cool” she deadpans “don’t interrupt me, I’ve burned down buildings before, and if you try me, I’ll do it again” he shut his mouth “as I was saying, my boyfriend, Simón, is a musician, he plays in a band, they’re actually on tour right now, and he’s one of the only people who accept me even after my… less than stellar past” she smiles softly
“Oh! Me next!” Wilhelm calls out “My boyfriend Simon, is a musician, he was in our old school’s choir before it got shut down, and we were on a trip across Europe when I showed up here, speaking of which, aren’t people gonna realize we’re gone?” He furrows his eyebrows
“Yeah, I have a job and none of my employees are competent enough to handle it without me” Ámbar pipes in
“I’m in the middle of a sculpture and it can’t dry before I’m finished with it” Cole continued
“My whole kingdom is counting on me to spearhead the reform of our government” Ambrosius stated
Wilhelm winces “okay, you win dude, and my country could definitely use a reform… I have some work to do when I get back” he concluded
“Don’t worry guys, when you get back, no time will have passed in your worlds, anyways, my partner’s name is Alex, she’s the most badass shapeshifter who’s ever existed and she kills with pottery tools” he smiles, a lovesick grin
“She what- with a- what kind of world do you live in?” Ambrosius babbles
“A very complicated one, now, it’s your turn”
“Oh, my boyfriend, Ballister, he’s the smartest person I know, he graduated top of our class, he built his own robot arm, and kinda adopted/got adopted by a tiny shapeshifter, who’s also huge, who’s also a creature of pure light and darkness?” He ponders
“Yeah, they can be a lot of work, but it’s so worth it” Magnus’ lovesick grin shines through again, before a horn sounds and he looks at a clock on the table “shit, we didn’t even get to eat, a shame, the food here is delicious, well, I gotta send you back, before someone barges in and starts killing you, since you can’t revive like us” he finishes
“I’m sorry, wha-“ Ámbar goes back to her BA, where she was in the mansion’s living room, chatting with Luna about the next Open music, she breathed, trying to act natural and listen to her cousin’s ramblings and just nodded along
“What do you mean by tha-“ Cole got transported back, to his studio at Aunt Jo’s, and he just sighed, going back to his sculpting, with his mind far away, as he tried to process what just occurred
“You said you were dead, was it tru-“ Wilhelm blinked and he was back in Sara’s beat up car, as they passed the Champs Elyseé, trying to find their way out of Paris, he looked out the window, his mind still reeling from the events that occured
“I beg your par-“ Ambrosius was suddenly back where he was previously having a picnic with Ballister and blinked several times, before taking a sip of his juice and trying to act normal
By the time they wake up tomorrow, they’ll have forgotten it, Magnus thought, as he exited the room, flopping down on a couch, where Alex also sat “what were you doing in there?” the shapeshifter asked
“Kidnapped some people for a dinner party” he explained, laying down across her lap
“Huh, the usual then” she answered, massaging his scalp
#I apologize if any character is ooc here#I just love my rich blondes#soy luna#nimona#anne with an e#magnus chase and the gods of asgard#young royals#calyx writes#pride month
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What if postcannon End avatar Jon
'kay so I've never posted on this account before but I've been brainrotting this idea around all of my friends so I feel like I should inflict it on strangers as well.
Jon tried to put the world out of its misery. He essentially tried to give everything to the End. And yes, the End gets everyone eventually, regardless of whether the fears leave the world. But he tried to give everything to it soon, and in a way that would take everyone through its post apocalyptic domain and potentially feed the End the fear of the other entities as they died. So I think it would still mean a lot to Terminus, even if it always eventually wins anyway.
So it’s been established: Terminus really likes Jon for even trying to do that. So when he gets stabbed by Martin and falls into Somewhere Else, maybe it’s the End that saves him rather than the Eye.
Note that I said the End saves him rather than “keeps him alive”. Getting stabbed by Martin does kill him, which means Jon just moved from beginning to choose one of the fears as his patron to dying to become an avatar of that fear in literally thirty minutes. I think I’d make it a thing in this universe that the Pupil definitively has to be dead for the fears to be severed from the world and this is .. a loophole, basically.
I’m a sucker for Jon and Martin are temporarily separated when they reach Somewhere Else aus (I don’t like super angsty fics since cannon is All Suffering, but I really like reunions, especially chaotic ones where they’re both surprised at what’s happened to the other since they’ve been separated), so I don’t think Martin is there when End!Jon finds himself Somewhere Else. So Jon’s alone, multiversally displaced, and suddenly the avatar of two fears rather than one.
One more small problem, Terminus, in death god fashion, decided that instead of actually reviving Jon it would just keep him animated. So End!Jon is also medically dead, basically a sapient zombie.
One of the most interesting things about this, I think, is that as a double avatar, Jon can pick to feed both of his patrons or only serve one of them, and just lean into that one fear. He has to decide whether he’s more likely to be able to get statements in some way that does minimal harm or prophesize people’s deaths in a way that while it definitely still does harm at the very least lets them finish unfinished business or properly take advantage of the time they have left.
And there’s the other layer of: Jon is extremely traumatized and guilty from letting a ritual succeed. A significant part of the reason he tried to kill the world in the first place rather than let the fears spread across the multiverse is that he couldn’t live with himself if he doomed another world. If he serves the Eye, he’ll always be scared he’s somehow contributing to another ritual, but if he serves the End… well, the End doesn’t have rituals.
So I think he probably chooses to lean into Terminus rather than the Beholding, and trying to use his End powers for good, or at least for a net neutral. I’m definitely going to ramble a lot more about this as an au, and think about how he and Martin are separated + what Martin is doing this whole time because oh my goodness this au has me by the throat.
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Invader Zim Deathmatch:
ROUND 2, FIGHT 12:
KEEF VS RECAP KID!
The rules are as follows:
1. We’re assuming that both participants actively want and are willing to kill each other unless actively specified otherwise (for example: Chammy Wamboo).
2. The fight must be one on one so no outside help is allowed, but prep time is allowed.
3. The rule for prep time is that if one contestant gets prep time, the other contestant gets an equal amount of prep time as well.
[Masterpost]
Information about both contestants (who they are, powers and abilities, etc) can be found under the cut.
Contestant Stats:
Keef:
“Has gone through at least two full eye transplants”
Appearances:
Keef has a main focus in the episode “Bestest Friend” and the unmade episode “The Return Of Keef” and also appears in the background of many episodes
Powers and abilities:
High Absorbency
Regeneration (in the unfinished episode “The Return Of Keef” Keef is able to quickly recover from being blown up)
Fun Fact:
None. It’s Keef.
Recap Kid:
“Confuses And Terrifies Me”
Appearances:
Recap Kid appears at the beginning of all 50 of the main comics
Powers and abilities:
Yes.
Dear god yes.
In all seriousness though:
Extreme durability (Recap Kid has been seen surviving being rammed by Zim’s Voot Cruiser at Full Speed and being sucked into one of the Massive’s vents)
Extreme speed (Recap Kid is one of, if not the single fastest character we’ve seen in the series. We know this because in all of their recap panels, they say everything in one panel with one speech bubble, implying that Recap Kid is moving and speaking fast enough to do and say all that just a few seconds. This also implies that out of the four Recap Kids in a panel, the first three are afterimages. (I don’t have the exact math but those 3 afterimages put Recap Kid’s top speed somewhere around 50 KM per second. However, this is just an estimate of Recap Kid’s top speed that may very well be very off))
Shapeshifting (Recap Kid can canonically shapeshift and manipulate their hoodie into various other forms as well. Unlike the other shapeshifters in this competition, Recap Kid’s exact limits here are unknown)
Pyrokinesis (Recap Kid can generate explosions powerful enough to destroy a rather large Irken Ship, and can control fire, creating a ring of fire on command around Zim and DIb on one occasion)
Creation (Recap Kid can create objects from thin air, including objects that don’t exist in-universe (like a Gir Costume, The Comics they’re currently in and a copy of Enter The Florpus)
[Not Useful in this scenario] Fourth wall awareness (Recap Kid is aware of the fourth wall and can talk to the audience, but cannot physically mess with the fourth wall (they can’t move outside the confines of the panels or mess with text bubbles or anything), making this power way less useful in general)
[Unusable] Future sight (A common way Recap Kid uses their fourth wall and creation powers together is creating a copy of the comic they’re currently in and reading ahead to see the future. However, no comics or anything of the sort exist for this fight (a live Deathmatch on Tumblr), so Recap Kid can’t see the future by reading ahead)
Vacuum immunity (Recap Kid has been shown to be able to breathe in environments with no air, although they can still choke and run out of breath)
Time control? [unconfirmed] Time Change Immunity (Recap Kid is able to remember the events of any previous comic, even if it was seemingly retconned with no one else (but Dib, who is also immune due to his own canonically confirmed reasons) remembering)
Fun Fact:
Recap Kid was originally a planned character for the show, who would have listened to Dib and give him credit for his battles, but only because they thought Dib was making it all up and liked the stories.
Also they may or may not be the child of a multiversal god. They definitely aren’t human at the very least.
Additional Thoughts:
What’s that Keef? You thought you were going against another human child that you would have an equal chance against (unlike every other child in this competition)? Wrong! You’re going up against the Invader Zim character with the best chance of being able to preform a Collector Tap. Good Luck.
#invader zim#invader zim deathmatch#polls#Keef#recap kid#this time I didn’t forget to include the poll
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Across the Spiderverse and respectability politics
I wrote this a week and a bit ago, when i first watched across the spiderverse
One thing that really struck me when I was watching Across the Spiderverse yesterday was how much Gwen and Miles’ treatment by Miguel feels a lot like respectability politics.
Like, both Gwen and Miles are “weird” spiderpeople. Gwen is the only Gwen Stacy who doesn’t die, and Miles was stung by a spider from a different universe. They’re also spiderpeople who have done something “wrong”, ie, they participated in the plot of spiderverse 1, which Miguel is blaming for the multiverse falling apart.
There’s also the fact that Miles and Gwen both have very strong queer subtext to them. Gwen especially has extremely trans vibes: her colour palette (and that of her universe), the way she acts, and the fact that she’s a woman when the vast majority of people who are, kinda, “her”, are men. With Miles it’s more subtle, and it’s more just the way that coming out as spiderman is presented a lot like coming out as queer (his parents’ worry, the scrutiny over his presumed partner, and a lot of the dialogue). And then, one important aspect of this movie is that Gwen is white, while Miles is Black.
So anyway, one of the movie’s themes is about belonging. Belonging to a group or a society, what that belonging costs you, and whether that’s worth it (or even possible). The inciting incident of the movie is that Gwen gets accepted into the spider-society, and right from the start it feels like a commentary on respectability politics.
Gwen’s acceptance into the spider-society is conditional and begrudgingly bestowed. Unlike the tons of other spiderpeople, who seem to be given a membership simply for existing and being a spiderperson, Gwen has to prove her excellence to even get a chance at being a part of this society. We see other spiders have been around for less than a year and are allowed to know about all this, but Gwen’s supposed role in the chaos happening in the multiverse means she’s on thin ice right from the beginning.
So Gwen has this conditional acceptance as a part of the society, and right from the start she’s told that if she doesn’t toe the line, she’ll get booted out. Not only that, but for her, getting booted out doesn’t just mean going home, it means going somewhere where her only friend died, she’s a wanted criminal, and her father rejected her. She’s constantly kept on this precipice and told that if she doesn’t behave perfectly, she’ll be thrown into the abyss. So she does. She tries so hard, to the point of abandoning and then betraying her friend just so that she gets to keep her sliver of a chance.
And the worst thing is, it doesn’t even work. After all that, she still gets booted off, made homeless, because she isn’t “good enough”. Because Miles “causing trouble” gives Miguel the exact excuse he needs to go “your kind don’t belong here”.
Speaking of Miles, where Gwen is caught in this catch-22 of trying to fit in with people who resent her existence, Miles never even gets the chance to try. He’s too different, he’s the “original divergence”, which means that the spider society will never let him belong. This feels a lot like a race allegory, because only a few of the spiderpeople are black (and the two I can think of actually help him escape). He’s not even told there’s a thing he’s being left out of, and the moment he learns, he’s constantly berated for not obeying rules he doesn’t even know exist. Once he learns about the spider society, there’s a token effort to try and make him belong (by letting a black man be killed), but the moment he questions the cost the spiderpeople turn violent. He’s told that he’s worthless, he doesn’t belong, and I have very little doubt that if Miguel had caught him he would have killed him.
And that all feels a lot like respectability politics to me. If you’re marginal, but close enough to the mainstream, you might be accepted, but you’ll constantly be asked to betray yourself and your peers. Expulsion from the mainstream will be held over your head, and will happen eventually anyway.
Meanwhile, if you’re too marginal, and it’s acceptable to shit on you, you won’t even get that chance. You’ll just get fucked over at every turn, and berated for not fitting in, both by the people being violent towards you and your less marginal, more respectable peers.
And that’s why solidarity is important. That’s why Hobie helps Miles break out, and immediately quits when he’s told to chase after him. If you’re not “right”, you’re an anomaly, or your canon event went wonky, or you’re queer, it’s only a matter of time before society will turn violent towards you. So you may as well look out for people who they’re being violent against already, and question the justifications that you give for that violence.
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Can you please also make a story on Zach's backstory? Like his earliest memory with Catherine, when did he start attending blackthorne, how he became friends with Grant and Jonas, how did he met Joe stuff like that. It could be just snippets and i'll be bursting with tears already tysm
Somewhere in the multiverse Cammie thinks Zach is crazy because he keeps feeling like he’s being poked 😂
But yes! Zach’s backstory is partly why he’s so fun because it pretty much open for us to interpret. I’m still trying to figure out what I think his relationship with Catherine was like when he was younger. His earliest memory of her is probably pretty normal, which just makes everything that happens sting more. I can personally attest to how complicated relationships with mothers can be. I think Zach does have a distinct memory of when he realized how bad Catherine is. And that overshadows almost everything else that came before it.
I imagine, at least Grant was Zach’s roommate if not both of them. I can see Joe telling Zach to try and make some friends and Grant being the type to not let Zach get away with ignoring him. If he can’t get Zach to talk to him normally, maybe he can just annoy him into friendship. Grant whistling while they’re in their room and he knows Zach wants it to be quiet until Zach finally snaps at him to stop, but that’s exactly what Grant wanted.
“Dude, would you knock it off?”
“Knock what off?”
“The whistling.”
“Oh. Can you not whistle?”
“I can.”
“Oh, nice. I can actually do bird calls too,”
“That’s nice.”
And somehow Grant spins this into an hour long conversation and eventually manages to become his friend.
In contrast I think Zach may have picked Jonas. Seen his skills and decided he’d make a good partner or ally or friend as Joe had put it. Maybe I should write a flashback with this stuff about them 🤔
And then with Joe it goes back to the same problem I have with Catherine. Joe and Zach, Joe and Catherine, and Zach and Catherine have such complicated dynamics and I cannot for the life of me decide on just one way that all went down. There’s a few options: Joe found out about Zach on purpose, Joe found out about Zach on accident, or Catherine let Joe find out about Zach. No matter which I imagine Joe came into Zach’s life when he was about 10 years old. I’ll have to sit down and expand on all of this at some point I’m sure but here’s where I’m at now lmao
Let me know your thoughts or what you’d like to see me expand on!
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Hey, here's something I've been wanting to do, and your latest post about sonic prime has given me the best way to start it. Ok so we know the paradox prism created the shattered space but what if, it literally did by separating prime sonics universe but it created a bubble (the shattered space) that isolated it from the rest of the multiverse stopping the different universes from stabilizing including prime sonics universe and instead all of sonics friends do exist they just exist as different aspects of their personalities in their au selfs (ex. Nine the scared and angry child that tails still probably is even if it was a small part of him at the beginning of the show.) and when sonic finally realize he only has one Shard he needs to find and combine that's when nine tells him the harsh truth if sonic fixes the prism it will merg all the shattered space universe back into prime sonics universe but none of his friends will remember what happened except sonic and shadow and all of them would basically disappear with their original selves only having weird deja vu every now and than. What would sonics reaction be to this. I know this is long and also darker than what you normally do, but I feel like the show might actually go here, sort of. Of course you could also go the happier route and have nine mention it's only 50 chance of that happening and the other 50 being the prime sonics universe is brought back and the shattered space universes still get to stay.
Oh so you want me to write about if the prism came back together, those shatter verses will cease to be visitable because they’re just fragments of Sonics world focused on certain aspects of personalities his friends have? The prism being back together would isolate those universes, making it too unstable to pull things out and put things in.
I think I get it!
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They finally had it. The last prism shard. It’s been a crazy ride.
The chaos council is no more, the tree people are no longer hungry, and Dread is legendary once more.
Sonic holds the shard which is encased in a special seal Nine made so it wont send him somewhere else. Shadow is so glad it’s all over now.
“I guess.. This is it.” Sonic holds up the shard “the last one.. then we can finally go home, Shadow.”
Shadow nods “its about time. I was starting to think you were getting slower.”
Sonic laughs “HAH! Never!”
Nine approaches from behind them with Rebel, Knucks, and Rusty Rose who is no longer following any orders.
Knucks is the first to speak up “Hey. Uh. Sonic? We just wanted to say.. thank you. For everything.”
Rebel gives the hedgehogs a fond smile “thanks, Blue. And thank you, Shadow.”
“Thank you.. I’m free now. I’ll never be the me I once was, but I think I can make do.” Says Rusty.
Nine approaches forward “S..Sonic.. there’s something I have to tell you.”
“Yea, buddy?”
“When you reform the prism, it will isolate the shatterverse. When it was broken, the barriers between us and other realities besides the original became thin enough to travel through.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that once this shards are back together, you’ll be sent back to your world, but we’ll be forced to stay in our own. No leaving, no coming back. Each shard seems to have a different focus.. like we’re fragments of the personality of someone else.”
Sonic blinks a few times. His head hurts and his chest is heavy “but.. I want to see you all again.”
“As much as I… we. Would like that, I don’t think it’s possible. The data of the shards are able to be analyzed, but their power cannot be replicated as strong as the real deal. If we were to figure out how to travel through warps again, I doubt we would be able to exit the confines of the shatter space.”
Shadow nods “I see. There’s no going back. But what will happen with you?”
Nine looks back up at the two “time will go on. Without you. Without Sonic. You’ll be essentially erased from here. We won’t remember you very well. I can’t say the extent of it.” he blinks back tears.
Sonics eyes widen. He doesn’t want to cry. Not in front of them. “Oh.. Nine.”
“So that’s it? We don’t remember them?” Knucks exclaims in shock “all that and WE WONT REMEMBER THEM??”
Rebel places a hand on Knucks’ shoulder “calm down.. it’s not his fault.”
Knucks sighs “I know…”
Rusty goes up to Sonic “I do not know how much data will remain of you. But I will try to preserve it the best I can.”
“Thanks for trying, Rusty..” Sonic forces a smile.
They approach the contraption built to put all the shards together at once and give the last empty arm the last shard.
Sonic feels a tap on his back. He turns around and faces Nine who’s trying so hard to hold it together. But looking into Sonics eyes, he crumbles “I DONT WANT TO FORGET YOU!” he dives into Sonics arms “I’m not ready for you to go.. you’re the greatest friend I’ve ever had. The first friend I ever had..” he clings tighter “I’m not ready..I..” he breaks into sobs. Sonic kneels down to fully hug Nine. He feels his own tears prick his eyes. “I’m not ready either.. but it has to be done..” Nine frees his tails from their metal counterparts, using them to wrap around Sonic.
When they separate, Sonic wipes Nine’s tears away “you’re gonna be ok. I’ll always be somewhere cheering you on no matter what.”
Nine nods “and I’ll be always with you.. through Tails.”
Sonic stands up.
Shadow hasn’t known these guys for long, but he’s still sad he has to say goodbye. “Goodbye all. I will never forget you.”
Sonic looks along his friends and whines “man, I hate goodbyes. How bout this? ILL MISS YOU!”
The shards are put together and Sonic and Shadow are thrown through time and space, being tossed in every direction, until it finally stops.
Sonic sits up. He’s in the cave where the prism originally was.
“Sonic!” Shadow jogs over to him from the mouth of the cave “we made it.”
They hear groans around them.
Tails, Knuckles, Amy, Rouge and Eggman sit up holding their heads.
“What.. happened?” Mumbles Tails.
Upon hearing his voice, Sonic rushes over to him and picks him up to hold his little brother “Tails!! Oh man, Tails I missed you so much.”
“Sonic??” Tails is confused.
“I’m so sorry Tails, I shoulda listened to you! Are you ok??”
“Yeah.. I’m fine. What’s going on?”
Sonic has no time to answer before he’s gathering the rest of his friends in a group hug. They’re surprised he’s hugging them, but won’t deny him. He even pulls Shadow into it, who doesn’t run away, he just stands there, looking like he’s going to murder Sonic in his sleep.
“Whats gotten into you?“ Amy giggles.
“A bad case of love for my besties!” Sonic gushes then pauses “where did that come from?? Oh god, Shadow, I think the wormhole messed up by head.”
Shadow let’s out the smallest chuckle.
Sonic gasps “was that a laugh? SHADOW DID I MAKE YOU LAUGH??”
Shadow hides his smile “no..”
Rouge pinches Shadows cheek “nah, I think I see a little grin there~!”
Knuckles laughs “I guess there’s to Shadow than shadows!”
Eggman sits up “HEY WHERED THE PRISM GO??”
Shadow wipes his gloves “oh yea I threw it away. You’ll never find it.”
“NOOOOO! CURSE YOU HEDGEHOGS!! Orbot, Cubot, REPAIR THE EGGMOBILE!”
Sonic tells his friends to the best of his ability what had happened. He’s gotten the story down! He’s told it many times.
The others are trying to take this all in, but it’s going to take a while to fully understand.
The main thing is, everything’s ok now.
As for Nine and the others? They forget Sonic and Shadow, just like predicted. But things have changed and they KNOW someone had to have helped. Rusty does have some data left over.. she’s working on retrieving the rest.
They’re building a new world just like Nine wanted, just not in another world. Their own, reformed. Soon Green Hills will be restored.
#sonic the hedgehog#sonic prime#shadow the hedgehog#nine the fox#renegade knucks#rebel rouge#rusty rose
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Isabella and The Grimoire
Story by AxiomTF - Isabella finds a mysterious tome out on a scavenging mission which whispers secrets of great power. Its influence unable to be shaken regardless of what form they take. Seems Stolas wants a loyal Hellhound to 'fetch' his lost Grimoire.
The air was still, and the night was still young as the Hawkmoths crew searched around the dimly lit hallways of some long forgotten manor. They had arrived in a rather strange dimension for this particular excursion across the multiverse - one which seemed to be empty and void of any kind of life. Dotted around barren fields filled with decaying flowers, grass, and trees, were a selection of houses, crypts, small castles and other settlements that were all gothic, aesthetically speaking. It was as if this place was just one giant haunted house, stretched out for hundreds of miles… though the Hawkmoths were hoping that this place didn’t include any actual haunted elements one might find within the walls of a haunted house. “Ugh… this place really gives me the creeps. Why can’t we ever go somewhere nice for a change? Y’know… like some tropical beach or something, instead of deathtraps and horror movie locations?” “Because these places often contain the things we can get some use out of… magical items, dimensional tools… these things don’t tend to just be laying around in easy-to-get areas. If they were, almost anyone would waltz around and find them… and we’d be out of a job most likely. It’s only us who ever go to these sorts of places.” Lilith responds to Ashley, as they scour through an ornate chest filled with various doodads and cobwebs, rummaging around for something useful inside. The small torches mounted upon their heads help to illuminate what was before them, though apart from that, the only source of light here came from the full moon, which was shining through the Victorian era windows. There was a slight draft in this room, too, which served to make the dishevelled house to creak and shake slightly, and send shivers up the spines of the pair every minute or so. “I suppose… I dunno, I’m just saying a change in scenery would be appreciated every now and then. To boost morale and all of that? “Yeah… I get what you mean… though work is work, and there’s nothing stopping us from visiting such places in our own free time. Anyways, there’s nothing in this thing, and I think we’ve searched through the entirety of this floor. I think Alvis and Isabella were covering the basement, and we already did the ground floor when we came in. Shall we go and wait on the front porch until they’re done? When they are, I reckon it’s about time we call it a day and head back to Mailor.” “Yeah… that sounds good to me. Let’s just hope that they’ve had some better luck than we have at finding things.” Having agreed upon a plan, the pair pack up their equipment, and head out of the small guest bedroom they were searching, with the wooden floorboards creaking and squeaking with each step they take. Meanwhile, down in the basement, Alvis was examining the contents of a desk drawer, which amongst old bits of parchment and junk, contained some old-fashioned jewellery. It was certainly nothing useful for dimensional travel, but it would certainly be worth a bit of money back home, and since there seemed to be no owner around here… well, Alvis figured that those fine pieces would be better kept under their watch for now. Whilst Alvis was pillaging the contents of the desk, their friend and fellow teammate, Isabella, stood in a small sideroom, located in the corner of the larger main room of this basement. When they had entered, the air seemed to consist of around 50% oxygen, and 50% cobweb, which had taken a good while to remove; thankfully no spiders seemed to be living in the small space, at the very least. That’s when Isabella saw it, sitting upon a cracked stone pedestal at the far end of the room - a beautiful grimoire. It was a dark navy colour, the front being adorned with a crescent moon, along with sequins to seemingly represent various constellations. Curious, Isabella went to pick up the book, taking a deep breath before puffing away the dust which had settled upon the hardback cover. It didn’t quite seem to belong in this house, having a strange aura to it as they looked it over. Plus, unlike most of the other things in the house, it was still in pretty good physical condition, whereas most of the other books the team had seen thus far on bookshelves were frayed, torn, and musty. They open it up, flicking through the off-white pages which had incantations written upon them in some archaic-looking language, along with strange diagrams and demonic seals… this thing seemed like it could cause nothing but trouble, though in spite of that, Isabella felt oddly compelled by it. After thumbing through random pages for a couple of seconds, they land upon one inscribed with an image of a wolf, along with occult imagery such as a pentagram and a few different seals. Like the rest of the book, nothing there seems to be written in English, as the fey dragon leans closer to inspect what looks like some kind of faint watermark… ZAP! Isabella is suddenly hit with a sharp jolt of lightning as their fingertips brushed over the mark, which had begun to glow a faint red. The static discharge runs up their arm and is quickly passed throughout the rest of their body, prompting them to convulse for a split second as their muscles seized up. The book falls to the floor with a loud thud, as a cloud of dust gets kicked up as it makes contact with the decaying wooden floorboards. Isabella stumbles back, catching themselves by leaning upon the wall. “Ah… ugh… w-what the hell was that… s-shit, that really hurt…” They mutter to themselves, taking in deep breaths as they take a moment to steady themselves, before pushing off of the wall. They glance over at the book, wondering what could have caused that to happen when the door behind them swings open - Alvis had heard the commotion, coming in to investigate. “What was all that noise? Isabella, you good in here?” They ask, scanning the room for possible danger until they spot the grimoire laying upon the floor, now open on a random page after hitting the groud. “What’s this… you find this in here?” They ask curiously, taking a step towards it when Isabella is overcome with a strange sense of possessiveness… they found that grimoire, not Alvis… it was theirs! And with that thought, Isabella quickly strides forward, picking the book up and pulling it close to their chest, following with a somewhat dirty look aimed at their friend. “It’s nothing. Just something I found in here… I can handle it.” “Now now, no need to get agitated, I was just asking is all. Besides, I think I’ve snagged a decent amount of loot from this place already - I got my fair share, don’t you worry. I’m gonna head upstairs and meet the others, I’ll see you up there once you’re done, ‘kay?” Alvis responds, giving Isabella a wink, though their face doesn’t really change from its rather sour expression, as Alvis turns around to head back into the room they were previously in. Isabella collects themselves, placing their newly acquired grimoire into a satchel, before leaving the room to meet up with the rest of their team. Since Alvis had already left the main basement room by the time Isabella entered it, it was safe to say that it had been thoroughly picked clean, and consequently, there was little point in trying to scavenge around further. Whenever Alvis was tasked with gathering things, they never left anything unturned. Isabella travelled up the rickety basement stairs, hearing the chitter-chatter of their team above them, which was mostly drowned out by the squeaky, creaking floorboards beneath their feet. After having made their rendezvous, the team’s return home was rather swift - after having completed their search of the abandoned property, there was no reason to loiter around. Summoning a portal back to Mailor, the whole crew jumps through it - a whirlwind of light and magical energy whizzes by them as they weave through the spaces in between dimensions. Simultaneously, Isabella is briefly cloaked in a magical fog, their body warping and shimmering for a moment until the form of Zeydaan appears in their place, all before the Hawkmoths are spat out back in their headquarters. Dr. Asriel glances up from his workbench, seeing his friends find their footing before returning his attention back to the machine he was currently tinkering around with. “Welcome back you guys. Anything eventful happen this time? Mind you, I don’t really think anything we do would be considered ‘uneventful’ by most… y’know what I’m getting at.” “Nah, not too much really… that place was totally abandoned, so we just had a look around and snagged a couple of things to us to sell or use… in fact, on that note, I found this for you doc~” Lilith says, before rummaging around in their pockets, and then tossing a small purple stone in the general direction of the doctor. They are caught off-guard by this, as they lurch upwards and try to catch the stone in their left hand. It ends up bouncing off their palm, and falling onto their desk, before Asirel lets out a sigh, shaking their head a little. They examine the stone, realising that it’s an Alonack Crystal - something which could be used as a sort of magical energy sponge, and was just the thing Asirel needed for a little project they were currently working on. “You are aware that you have legs, right? Which you could use to just stroll on over and hand it to me, right?” “Hey, just working on my 3-pointer is all Doc.” “Uh-huh, very amusing. Regardless… thank you for that Lilith, this’ll be really useful I’m sure.” Asriel replies with a slight smile upon his face, as the rest of the crew head over to their private rooms, wanting a well-deserved rest after a hard days work, including Zeydaan. Asriel leans over their desk, looking at them skimming through the pages of the grimoire they’d brought home. “You get that whilst out there, Zey? I wouldn’t mess with that thing, y’know... might have some nasty magic trapped inside. I would much rather do some tests on it first - find out if it holds anything unpleasant before you do any leisurely reading.” “Whatever… I don’t care. I can handle myself.” They respond abruptly, rolling their eyes before slamming the door shut, silencing the distant sounds of machines whirring in the central room of the headquarters. “Hm… seems as if someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning…” Asriel comments, finding their friend’s attitude rather off, as they return to their work. Meanwhile, Zeydaan takes a secret, underground pathway, located underneath the HQ which was connected to their little cottage home. It’s only a short walk, and before long, they arrive back at their own cosy house. They go up their stairs, entering the bedroom before taking a seat upon the single bed in their room, placing the grimoire on their lap as they start to flick through the thick pages. It had really been dominating their mind ever since they’d found it, back at that old house. Zeydaan was infatuated by what it all meant, along with what power it might hold… not realising that such a power had already taken hold of them. Thumbing through the pages, their eyes start to sting a bit, as their irises start to shift in colour… or more specifically, to a lack of one as they fade to white. In contrast to this, their sclera turns bloodshot, building up more and more until it’s become completely red. The book seems to shimmer a little bit, as the transformation progresses, morphing Zeydaan’s body without them realising it. Their fur starts to bleach as the colour slowly drains out of it, tufts of grey fur bleeding out to cover up the blues which were there before, whilst they find their already sharp teeth getting even more so. It was as if they were a sword on a grindstone, getting worked on by whatever magical force the grimoire contained, as they become razor sharp within just a few seconds. Their chest starts to flatten, shrinking down to become more modest, as some amount of body fat they had is burnt away, giving them a slightly more slender figure. Dropping around 20 pounds was just enough to make their uniform feel a bit loose, as Zeydaan starts thinking about how… lame it looked. Like, it just didn’t feel like their style at all. The idea of having to wear any kind of uniform at all also just seemed to be very unappealing to the wolf now; the thought of being told how to dress was a deeply irritating one. No one was gonna tell them how to dress from now on, they think to themselves, smirking, with this internal proclamation giving them a newfound sense of empowerment. Though a wardrobe change would have to wait for just a little while longer, due to the fact that they didn’t really have any alternate clothing options in this room with them, at the present time. Zeydaan rubs their eyes, looking up at the clock, as they notice how late it was… usually they were more of a night owl, or at least they felt they way now, though the recent trip they’d taken today with the rest of the Hawkmoths had left them feeling particularly drained. Their attention turns to their bed, as they figure it was about time to hit the hay. As they wander over, they rub their eyes, stopping for a moment as they prick themselves ever so slightly… since when had their claws been so sharp? Maybe they just needed cutting, they wondered nonchalantly to themself, whilst their tail grew out to be longer and fuller, the fur getting thicker too, as their new grey look even spread to coat over their tail. They clamber into bed, feeling somewhat off, though they have not yet perceived any of the changes which had occurred to their form thus far. Closing their eyes, Isabella feels much more content than they had been a few hours ago, with this new, rather abrasive and aggressive persona they’d adopted seeming very natural to them already. They didn’t stop to consider where this sudden change of heart may have originated from, as they slowly drift off to sleep. This slumber, however, doesn’t prove to be a very lengthy or restful one though, as in the middle of the night, Zeydaan awakes in a cold sweat. Whilst their mind was struggling to comprehend the goetic magic which had cursed them, their body had taken notice, seemingly trying to fight it off like some sort of invasive disease. Zeydaan looks down at their body, taking a moment to process what they were seeing, until at last, their brain was able to clear the mental hurdle that had been preventing them from noticing the changes which’d been made to their body thus far. “Oh my goodness… this isn’t right! W-What the hell is happening to me…” They blurt out, before covering their mouth in shock after hearing their own voice… only it wasn’t their voice… it sounded totally different - the accent, the pitch, even the cadence of the way their words came out had changed. They scramble out of their bed, shoving the bed sheets off of them as they fall into a heap on the floor, as they make their way over to the opposite side of the room before stopping. A large, thin mirror leans against the masonry, a very fine layer of dust coated over it. Zeydaan examines it from a distance, inspecting it in order to kill some time before they would inevitably have to take a look at themselves in the reflection… they grimaced at the thought of what it’d most likely show them. With a deep breath, they step forward before the mirror, as they look at themselves. They had become almost unrecognisable. Whilst still clearly a wolf, their features had seemed to have gotten much more feminine, not to mention their fur now having various shades of grey all over. Their uniform, once relatively figure-hugging, had gotten slightly baggy, whilst their new, piecing hellhound eyes stared back at them in the reflection. Though the strangest thing of all - the thing that worried Zeydaan the most, was ironically their lack of worry about their new appearance. They found that they didn’t seem to mind it too much, nor care about how this could have come to pass. They take a moment, thinking of what they could do to handle the current situation, until they get an idea - perhaps switching to their other form would wipe the changes that’d happened to them? Resetting them, in a way? Seeing no other options they could try out at this present time, Zeydaan concentrates, and within a few seconds, the wolf morphs into their fey dragon counterpart, a hazy cloud of magic enveloping their body during this brief process, like how it had during their trip home last evening. They keep their eyes closed throughout, and once it’s over, they open them slowly, and gaze upon the mirror again in the hopes that they have been successful. Alas, they were met with a disappointing sight, as Isabella’s body was still halfway through the process of turning into… well, whoever it was that they were becoming. The grey fur still covered their body, along with their demonic eyes looking no different than they did ten seconds ago. And to add insult to injury, they observed the transformations resume once more, though they are now aware of it happening… Isabella’s yellow horns slowly begin to recede, getting thinner and shorter with each passing second, whilst their pink hair starts to grow longer with added volume. Much like their body fur, it’s desaturated until it’s completely grey and colourless. It even seems to style itself as it grows, sweeping itself over to one side, whilst two holes get punched into Isabella’s ears, in order to put earrings into, making them wince a bit. Their waist slenderises some more, giving them a shapely figure, whilst the end of their nose hardens a bit, turning slightly moist and dark until a canine nose forms at the end of their snout, much like Zeydaan would have. Their eyelashes lengthen, as they start to calm down with each passing second. They aren’t sure why this is, still not having considered that this was all the grimoire’s doing. That’s when a new thought starts to brew in their mind… they’d been wondering why they weren’t overly alarmed by all of this… why they hadn’t let their friends know this was happening to them… there’s one simple reason behind it all. They liked this. Isabella didn’t want it to stop, in spite of knowing that it was changing them into a totally new form. What they were becoming seemed to fit them perfectly, as they chuckle to themselves, posing in front of the mirror. They wish they had their phone with them to snap a couple of photos, though they could always do that later. Isabella smiles, feeling much better about themselves, as once again they become oblivious to the changes happening to them, after accepting it in their heart. New memories start to form in their mind, co-existing with their ‘real’ ones. They’re very hazy… something about working in an office, with little creatures comes to their mind, along with a general sense of angryness and teenage rebelliousness. They take the book, finding that it now seemed to make a little more sense. Loona flicks through it, wondering if there was a way that she could avoid her friends doing something about her new form, as they come upon a page which seemingly could help her create a portal to a dimension that would be well-hidden from the Hawkmoths “Zeydaan! Stop that… put the book down okay? Damn, I told you that thing could have done something like this!” Asirel shouts, the rest of the team standing behind them, as if ready to pounce. “I know… just leave me alone, alright? Why can’t you guys just let me do this? I’m not gonna go back to living that life!” Loona snaps back, as they place their hand upon the open page of the grimoire, feeling its magic flow through them as it starts to glow a crimson colour. Seeing this, Asriel stands aside, allowing Lilith to pass him as they run over, their feets thuping rhythmically against the floor as they go to snatch the book away from their friend… though they didn’t get to them nearly soon enough. A portal opens up after Loona reads the incantation on the page out loud - it spun around and around, flicking specks of magical red light about the place, like some kind of hellish sparkler. Without a moment's hesitation, she dives through it, as the rest of the Hawkmoths go to pursue their friend through the portal… only it’s already too late, as it seals back up before they can reach it. Loona doesn’t spend a great amount of time travelling through this portal, as they sometimes did when dimension hopping with the Hawkmoths. Before long, they came out of the other end with some speed, causing them to lose their footing and tumble onto the floor on the way out - the portal closing behind them in the blink of an eye. Getting up off of the floor, Loona finds herself in some kind of… shopping centre? At least it was one filled with an assortment of hellish creatures - imps, demons, sinners, hellhounds… they populated the entire area, making it quite an odd sight indeed... though one that didn’t seem too alien to her, as her new memories started to get more clear. This was her home… she lived here, in Imp City, within the Pride Ring. After taking a moment to observe her new surroundings, her attention was brought back to the fact that she was still wearing her old uniform, which had been slightly strained and torn during her transformation thus far, not to mention the slight scrape during her tumble. Loona stops to think for a moment, spotting a clothing store at the end of one of the hallways before her. She figures that it’d be wise to ditch this lame outfit for something more her style… plus, it’d make it pretty damn easy for her former colleagues to spot her if… or rather, when they came looking for her, if she was still wearing that thing. The hellhound makes her way over to the store. Taking a step inside, she can see that the place is totally empty, barring a small, stocky imp lady behind the cash register, who currently had her head down in some kind of lifestyle magazine. The store was split-up into different sections, as Loona wandered over to the back which seemingly contained mostly gothic, dark articles of clothing. She places her furry hand upon a carousel of shirts, flicking through as she feels her body twitch a little… now that she had returned to her proper home, the last of her changes were about to commence… Her snout slenderises, getting a bit thinner and longer, whilst she spots a lovely pair of black shorts, adorned with a grey crescent moon on either side. Her toenails grow to be equally as sharp as her fingers and teeth had gotten, whilst the fur from just above her knees, to the bottom of her feet becomes a darker grey tone. She picks out a spiked black dog collar, checking to see if it fastens, as she leaves it on. Tucked away at the back of this rack, she finds a faded blue crop top, with black straps at the top shaped like a pentagram. She carries her chosen garments into a little changing room, as she quickly strips down and tosses her old uniform aside, having no intentions of ever donning it again. Loona stuffs it behind one of the chairs in the rooms, before dressing herself in the clothing she’d picked out. As she does so, she realises that she’s not carrying any money on her to pay for these items… though the cashier didn’t seem to be too attentive to the store right now… it was unlikely she’d notice that one of the customers had gotten a change in attire whilst browsing. Loona chuckles to herself, watching herself in the mirror, before quickly leaving the store. On the way out, she nabs a pair of black faux earrings, stuffing them into one of her short’s pockets to put on later. Though just before they can leave, Loona feels a presence behind them, before they are tapped on the shoulder. “Hello there dear… I hope your trip wasn’t too bad getting here.” A voice asks from behind the hellhound, causing her to jump slightly - of course, she does her best to play it off cool, turning around with a frown to be greeted by a tall, lanky owl demon. He was adorned in regal, expensive looking clothing which seemed to be tailor-fitted to his form, as he gave Loona a warm smile. “I’m Stolas… and don’t worry, I’m aware that you’re not from this place. I’m afraid that my Blitzy has recently been using my grimoire to explore new places and realms, and had gotten it lost in the process a little while ago. Though thankfully, you have returned it to me now… I knew it was only a matter of time.” He explains, before holding out a hand, clearly signalling his desire for her to voluntarily surrender the grimoire to him, and in spite of Loona having grown so attached to it after discovering it in that dank, dark basement… this felt right. It had helped her out already, and now, it needed to be returned to its proper owner - she had little use for it at this stage, after all. Loona nods silently, before lifting the book up and presenting it to Stolas, who promptly takes it from her. “Just be more careful with it next time, okay? You should know that Blitz sure as hell won’t take much care of that thing when he has it.” “Of course, though it’s nothing I can’t handle dear. Now then, I have some business to attend to… and I’m guessing that you do too? I believe you’re expected in Blitzy’s office right around this time, so I’ll leave you be darling - you take care of him now, whilst you’re working away there~” The goetic prince asks of her, before strolling out of the store with a particularly flamboyant stride. At last, their transformation, both physical and mental, was complete - they were Loona, through and through. It felt good to have gotten rid of the grimoire… now that it had served its purpose, it was better left in the avian hands of the prince… and his little imp boyfriend, when the occasion called for that. Loona leaves the mall, wandering down the busy, sketchy streets of the city, as the blood red sky above her basks the buildings in an ominous hue. They wonder when the Hawkmoths would be able to track her down… deep down, she knew it’d come, in time, though for now they were free… and this thought was a pleasant one, as she arrives at her place of work. Looking up at the office complex which towered up before them, Loona felt at home… even if said home was a place they’d rather not be at most of the time. Being a receptionist was a rather boring job, and most of the calls she’d receive throughout the day often were either prank calls or wrong numbers - the time in between those often being spent browsing social media on her phone. Still, as a hellhound, her situation could be much, much worse, and whilst she’d never admit it, she liked the others she was with there. The thought of her former teammates faded to the back of her mind; they would most likely come for her at some point in the future, and find a way to bring back who they once were, though thanks to the chaotic nature of this dimension, that may take a good while indeed.
#zeydaan#isabella#isabella jem#fey#hybrid#dragon#draconic#hellhound#reflection#dark#helluva boss#helluva#boss#loona#transformation#angry#stolas#rude#crass#personality takeover#twinning#clone#clothing change#hell#demon#demonic#hawkmoths#the hawkmoths#transgender
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Multiverse Sans(es) with creepy crawly friends! Credits and ramble under cut~
Warning for: entomophobia, acrophobia
Every single bug on this list is a real insect you can find somewhere in the world! (i know, i know those moths look made up! I swear they are very real) I did take some liberates with the depiction of the size of some of these insects simply bc its hard to color a teeny tiny lady bug and those dragon flies are smaller than your pinkie finger!
Blueberry: Enallagma dragonfly, Rosalia Batesi Beetle.
Dream: Comet Moth, Lady Bug.
Ink: Picasso Beetle, Orchid Mantis, Queen Alexandra’s Birdwings.
Cross: Brood X Cicada aka Magicicada Septendecula, Rhino Beetle.
Dust: Rose Haired Tarantula, Hummingbird Hawk Moth.
Killer: Emperor Scorpion.
Horror: Hercules Beetles, Atlas Moth, Giant Millipede.
Nightmare: Scarab Beetle, Luna Moth.
Error: Pinevine Swallowtail and Larvae, White Silk Moth and an unidentified blue butterfly.
I personally blame Cross for this because without him I wouldn’t have thought “hey, these cicadas I’m finding in my backyard are from brood X, and heraCROSS was inspired by the rhinoceros beetle right?” which led to “lets give everyone bug pals too!”
I took some creative liberalities with the scarab beetles because a) scarab beetle art is just as cool if not cooler than the bugs themselves (i went through a scarab beetle phase as a child and that’s all the justification i need) and what insect would be more perfect for Nightmare than the beetle that is considered a symbol of immortality, resurrection and transformation?
Killer gets an Emperor scorpion solely because I think Emperor scorpions are classy on a primal level. But also consider! They come with their own knife.
I gave Dust a redhaired tarantula because I faintly recalled that certain species of tarantula will kick “dust” from their bodies. This dust is actually very fine hair that will embed itself on the skin or eyes of potential predators causing irritation, discomfort and sometimes infection.
I didn’t know picasso beetles existed until I did the research for bugs that felt like they would fit Ink. After that, giving him an Orchid Mantis was a no brainer. They’re colorful and pretty but a mantis is still a mantis! Those things have been known to eat small birds.
I’m total simp for Horror, he gets special treatment. I hope you guys can just feel my love for him and Error OOZE through the screen.
Every choice I made for Error’s bug buddies breaks down to: does it fit his color scheme?? Or: can i somehow connect this insect to silk? Is it cute? Would I give the critter a small kiss? If yes: proceed.
Underswap @ the undertale community(??), Horrortale @ horrortalecomic, Dreamtale @ joku, X-Tale @ jakei95, Dust @ ask-dusttale, Killer @ rahafwabas, Error @ loverofpiggies, Inktale @ comyet.
#underverse#undertale#ink!sans#error!sans#cross!sans#nightmare!sans#dream!sans#killer!sans#dusk!sans#undertale au#horror!sans#bugs#entomophobia#acrophobia#my art
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