#the machine built for dimensional/au travel. sure there was that open rift between realities or whatever

[justpassingbyoursht]

across the spiderverse spoilers!!

the whole Miles being an anomaly bc he was bitten by a spider from another universe got me thinking... Miles from 1610 was bitten by the 42 spider... and yet he is fine? you’re telling me he got alternate universe spider venom shot into his veins and that in itself is fine?? It did not fuck him up even a little bit? he is stable?? should he not be glitching on the principle of having alternate dimension spider gunk running in his veins???

That machine that sent things back to their correct universes by reading their dna read Miles 1610 dna and saw the 42 spider dna in him... how can those two things co-exist when beings from different universes glitch when in an universe that is not their own??? shouldn’t that have potentially out right killed him??

Miles is an anomaly. He should not exist. and yet he does . . .

if this is not a set up for new dimension/alternate universe/reality bending powers i—

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

so now for a different Voltron AU.

so like. In pre-Battleworld/Secret wars Marvel there was that thing where universes were collapsing like dominoes and I have...far too many potential AUs that take advantage of this. Granted, it’s been a while since I read it, but the premise is “what if 616 decided that, in order to stop the incursions and eventual disintegration of the fabric of reality, the best option was blowing 616 to bits”. What would happen? Where would 616-ers go? What would they do? How would they do it? And, more importantly, where would they end up?

Thus:

They have--had? had--a bunch of Sorcerer Supremes on their team so hopefully some people from Earth-Earth survived. They’ve been scattered across the galaxy--hopefully just the one--a handful of Avengers assigned to groups of civilians. 

And it. 

SUCKS.

Kate is, like, not even old enough to be a senator which is no longer an adequate measure of anything since there’s no senate anymore!

And now she’s the mayor of a goddamn town on some random planet in who knows where, Jessica Drew is hugely pregnant, Laura Kinney is a rage machine because nobody can find Gabby--

Claire Temple is the only person Kate cares for at the moment, thanks ever so much, but mostly because her way of coping is to say “Dammit, Jim, I’m a doctor, not a physicist! Actually I’m a nurse. Stop telling people I’m the town doctor.”

Kate has the vain hope that there are more...inter-dimensional refugees somewhere else on this planet but it’s a planet and immediate survival is more important than finding others right now.

Thank god (or like. Billy) for Betty Ross, who is making sure that the things they’re eating aren’t going to kill them. 

They’ve got a few shelters built already and a half dozen more and Kate is making it through every day by spite and faking it and Laura glowering over Kate’s shoulder when the ship lands.

It’s an alien ship, which doesn’t actually mean a lot given that they are in a completely different universe so perhaps more accurately it is an unknown ship. Kate has this thought and immediately thinks of it as a UFO and hates herself for it. Just a little. 

The point, though, is that some big purple humanoid looking aliens--not--not humans? whatever, aliens--disembark. They seem very human looking, or Kree or something, with small differences as far as details like ears and fingers go, at least that Kate can see from a distance.

Not for the first time, Kate wonders if this planet belongs to someone. Not like she’s got time for that worry what with everything else on their plates.

The aliens approach the settlement and they’re tall. 

Kate heads them off with a contingent of her own and finds it a little bit funny that both groups are being led by the shortest person in them. Sure the height difference between her and Betty and Laura isn’t the foot or so between the guy with long white hair and the people flanking him, but still. 

Who are they--generals, lieutenants? Maybe--

“I present Emperor Lotor of the Galra Empire. Kneel.” 

Kate eyes the general that speaks. Then shares a look with Betty, then Laura, who already has her claws out.

Emperor Lotor of the Galra Empire opens his mouth. “Ezor--”

“Look, I don’t give a fuck,” Kate interrupts him. “We don’t, collectively, give a fuck. If you’re here to kill us or conquer us, that’s not going to work out well. And if you’re here to help, we’re super tired we, have traveled a very long way, like. Literally. Across the universe--”

Betty snorts, fails at swallowing her giggle. 

“Don’t start singing,” Laura growls. 

To her credit, Betty does not. 

“Across the universe, you say?” Emperor Lotor asks. 

“Beyond it, technically,” Betty says, earning a few glares. “What? It’s true, if we’re sharing we may as well share.”

Lotor eyes the three of them. “Through the quintessence rift?”

“What’s a quintessence rift?” Betty asks.

“Let’s go with a tentative maybe on that one,” Kate decides. Another wordless conversation with Laura and Betty occurs before Kate continues. “Our universe was destroyed. I’m not talking our galaxy, I’m talking our plane of existence.”

“Interesting,” Lotor says when it’s clear Kate isn’t going to say more. “I happen to know some people who have traveled to alternate realities. Perhaps you’ve heard of the Paladins of Voltron?”

Kate stares at him. “Dude, no. Of course we haven’t! Have you heard of the Avengers?” He shakes his head. “Didn’t think so.”

“Well, regardless, perhaps Voltron will be able to help,” Lotor nods to himself, then one of his guards. “Acxa, send word to the Castle of Lions and give them our coordinates.” He turns back to Kate, to Betty and Laura, before placing his fist over his heart and sketching a half-bow to them. ���I will do everything in my power to help you.”

“Ooohmygodd,” Betty breathes as Emperor Lotor’s hair spills over his shoulder.

“Please keep it together, Ross,” Kate hisses. Yes, tall dudes bowing is a good thing, everyone knows that. “So, uh. That’s Betty, Laura, and I’m Kate. Of Ea--well. Formerly of Earth.”

Lotor straightens and seems to be fighting back a smile. “Ah. Earth. Yes, I’ve heard of Earth.”

“Cool. Cool.” And, unable to fight through five years of charm school, Kate can’t help but say, “it’s nice to meet you.”