#the multiverse is vast: shenanigans

[anestofmuses]

The Doctor 's Verses and AUs

Because running around cackling while breaking canon is a time honoured Whovian tradition.

Verses:

Verse 1: Tekkenverse

Name: John

Alias: The Doctor

Bio:

A strange gender fluid person who practises a strange "Venusian" version of Aikido. "John" claims to be from Scotland and teaches history when not entering The King of Iron Fist Tournaments. Tet strangely, nobody can ever quite pin their own history down. Not helped by the fact that they have bee in every tournament, yet never seem to age. When the wotld was thrust into war by devils. John quit his teaching position and took up arms, first in young Hwoarang's resistance thrn in Yggdrasil.

Verse 2: Dragon Age

Name: Doc

Affiliation: Lords of Fortune

Race: human?

Bio:

A cankerous old mage who barely pretends he isn't one. Doc was born in Tevinter to a house in good standing, he could have been a magister or even a candidate for Divine. If not for his inability to follow rules and tendency to blow off his studies. One day as a young teenager, Doc helped free his family's slaves and fled with them. Never looking back or settling down since.

Aus:

The God of-

(Semi Spoilers for The 13th and 15th Doctor's series below,)

Name: The Doctor

Title: The God of Drama (As part of the Pantheon)/ The God of Stories (Post rebellion)

Family:

The Toymaker: Father

The Maestro: Sibling

Sutekh, The one who waits: (grand) Progenitor

The Mara: fellow deity

The Trickster: Fellow deity

River Song: Wife

Susan: Grandaughter

Rory and Amy Pond: In laws

Bio:

The Timeless Child was never born of Galifrey, that much was true. But in this universe the being known as The Doctor always knew their beginnings, the middles and ends too. But if they mentioned it to The Master then were would the excitement, the suspense, the Drama? As their sibling was music and their father was games, The Doctor was story itself. Everything they did, they did for the most dramatic effect. One can't entertain for over millenia or 61 years without it. At least, that was how they used to justify it until he lost the companions before he and Susan hid in a certain junkyard. Now they seek to preserve life and through story.

[velvetwyrme]

now that we established vehicle prostitution and brothels in tf, WHO would go there?

OH MY GOD

hi apologies this took forever for me to reply to but hey. whatever.

part 1 - part 2 - ask that preempted this

I have Less Thoughts about this mostly because I've been busy thinking about other things and these are getting more and more specific so the numbers keep dwindling. that being said. notes under the cut.

Frenzy, Rumble, Jazz and Bumblebee were in the comic so jot them down. Thundercracker was also mentioned (implied to be the reason R&F found the dealership in the first place.) TCs there for both cars AND the humans though. Starscream would go to the Hangar version, because he wouldn't fuck a car BUT I think he'd fuck a plane.

Sideswipe is banned. Nobody has told Megatron about it but you can bet he'd be there if he knew.

Somewhere out there, in the vast multiverse theres a universe where the Scavengers star in their own TV show and I fully believe that there's an episode where they all go to a car dealership and shenanigans ensue. Misfire falls in love with a car there.

Originally the comic was going to end with Rumble and Frenzy going inside the dealership on another night (can't exactly go when there's obviously Autobots around...) only to get surprised by the one and only Optimus Prime, but then i was like. i don't actually think he'd go to one of these. (unless someone convinced him that itd be improving human-Cybertronian relations maybe sgfjfbdjdb)

Honestly if it were a more organised thing that you can Go To, I reckon you can probably add more bots to the "would they fuck a car" roster. I could list them but i'm gonna sleep actually. YOU guys can tell ME who you think would go to the dealership-slash-brothel but wouldn't go fuck a car off the street fhdmfbdmfbk

[ghosttoastx]

*shaking you gently please give my teeny tiny ink crumbs*

How did Error and Ink meet? Does he have a nickname for him? Is anyone allowed to babysit and does ink have a favourite? Does ink have any abilities besides being the cutest ever? Is there a little Broomie and Buggy? (⁠っ⁠.⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠っ

Ask and you shall receive :3 don't mind my writing plssss I just woke up (┬┬﹏┬┬)

How They Met:

I imagine that Error finding Ink was by chance. For one reason or another, Error finds himself smackdab in the middle of a fight between Nightmare and the gang, and the Star's (since Ink isn't there, the Stars would only consists of Dream, Blue, Core Frisk, and Possibly Red). I image the whole fight shenanigan would take place in Outertale, which would be why Error was there in the first place and why he was caught off guard.

Anyways! Error gets dragged into the fight (he's very pissy about this) and in a ditch effort to get away (he was not fleeing. definitely. he would never heheh) from the conflict, he quickly throws himself through a portal, not really thinking about where exactly he wanted to go, just that he wanted some stars-damn peace and quite.

And Peace and Quite he shall receive. Kinda.

Error finds himself in a vast white expanse, taking a moment to register that this was not his Anti-Void. After some frustration, he'd begrudging sate his curiosity about the strange AU he'd found himself in and look around. Not that there's really much to see.

After examining the strangely apathetic sketches that were the residents of the world, Error would become bored or disappointed in his lack of findings. Feeling even more sour about this whole ordeal from before. There's nothing even here worth while for him to Destroy!! What a fucking rip off!!

turning tail to leave, Error goes to open a portal, though he stops and screeches the most unholy of screeches when something snags one of the ends of his scarf.

he whirls around, tugging the end of his scarf away from his pursuer, ready to rip whatever abomination decided to mess with him to shreds. He's taken off guard (again today) when the tiny thing that had decided to grab him came up with the scarf. He shakes the garment, trying to dislodge it, to no avail as (what appears to be) a small skeleton monster giggles joyously.

Error stops jostling his scarf (and in turn the tiny skeleton monster) with a frustrated huff. without warning the small monster grabs hold of Error's arm, causing him to shriek in fury and panicked anticipation.

...

But nothing happened. No sudden bursts of glitches, no buffering no nothing. Error stood there, dumbfounded as the skeleton clung happily to him, completely unaware of Error's internal conflict.

After a moment, Error haphazardly (albeit hesitantly) grabbed the wretched abomination, holding him at arms length.

He stands there in the whiteness, staring intensely at the small skeleton. Whatever else this anomaly might be aside, the thing was definitely a child. Aging was weird in the Multiverse but Error would have to guess that the kid was maybe two?? Three years old?????

Error continues to stare at the kid for a moment, debating with himself, before sighing a heavy 'fuck this shit' and plops the kid back on the ground (was it even ground?) turns and walks away into a portal.

...

. . .

. . .

It took all of 30 seconds for Error to reappear, scoop up the kid, and reenter a portal to the Anti-Void.

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Okay. That ramble ended up becoming more of a drabble heheh oopsies. I might write a proper drabble later to better execute the idea. Preferably not this early in the morning next time lmao

Anyways!!! Moving On!!!

Nicknames:

I don't really think Error himself would give Ink any nicknames. At least not any endearing ones. But I feel like some of the others might have nicknames for him. And by nicknames I'm referring to things like 'kid', 'kiddo', 'bud', etc. etc.

I feel like Ink himself would give nicknames to the others as well. but like. he'd be bad at it. I feel like he'd just do that thing where you add a 'y' at the end of someone's name. Like 'Blue' would be 'Bluey' or something. 'Dream' 'Dreamy'. You get the idea.

Nightmare have and 'y' nickname would b interesting I feel tho. 'Nightmare' would be 'Nighty'. which could lead to Nightmare being reminded of himself and Dream when they were younger or something which could be reallyyyy interesting to explore heheh. But!! that'll have to be for another time >:3!!!

Babysitting:

Error's a busy guy, destroying AUs and stuff. As much as he'd hate it, He'd definitely need a babysitter for Ink while he was out. Not only to keep an eye on him, but to also keep him company.

Ink wouldn't like being left in the Anti-Void alone for long periods of time. Despite the Anti-Void and Ink's abandoned AU not exactly having the same feel as one another. The Anti-Void is still a vast expanse of whitespace.

Optimally, out of all of them, Error prefers to leave Ink with the Stars more often than not. More Specifically Blue, but Dream and Core Frisk (sometimes Red too) kinda just come as a package deal.

Error's not to keen on leaving Ink with Nightmare and his gang to frequently. Mostly because their group is much more...unpredictable. I suppose. (Error doesn't appreciate their efforts at encouraging Ink to play 'pranks' on him.)

Ink loves all of them. he doesn't really mind who's watching him for the day. Though out of everyone, I feel like Ink would really Enjoy having Blue watch over him.

But I also feel like Ink would really like hanging out with Nightmare. Not necessarily because Nightmare is a good babysitter, but more so because Nightmare is the one to avoid him the most. Kids are curious, and Ink would be super duper curious about cool, spooky, mysterious Nightmare. So he'd just kinda hang around him.

Nightmare has a lot of conflicting feelings about this.

Ink’s Abilities:

As of right now, no one can really figure out what's up with Inks magic. it's weird and goopy and not like any magic any of them have seen before.

No ones really sure what to do with this.

Broomie & Buggy:

At this point in time, neither Broomie nor Buggy are a thing quite yet

[thedarkzyxabyss]

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[madmonksandmaenads]

Now, I'm not very familiar with Homestuck, but I overhear a lot of conversation about its minutia. There are lots of conversations about HS', I have heard about classpects, multiverse games, troll biology, etc, but I don't have a clear idea what the actual themes of the work are.

It's a creation myth yes? A grand narrative about the birth of a world, complete with primordial evils and children in strange lands, initiated through death to divine power. What is this met to say about our own world? Would you(hypothetical Homestuck fan) consider the work Gnostic in character? Is the takeaway here that reality is all the result of an uncaring and deeply flawed mechanical demiurge(Sburb) and orchestrated by childish and occassionaly deeply evil archons(the players)? Should we try to reach past the imperfection of this world and stop trying to engage with the rules of this cruel world and instead seek out loopholes? Or perhaps is it more Hermetic? Does it see the world as a craft of artifice, made by humans who are not perfect but aspire towards a greater good? Does it prompt the reader to create their own more perfect world? Homestuck is a massive text, it a vast communication from an artist, what is being communicated? I'll admit one of the reasons I haven't read Homestuck is I don't see it discussed as a poetical work. I want to know what makes it beautiful, about what message is straining through the it's pulpy medium. I grew up on schlocky sci-fi, the alien sex politics, the cosmic shenanigans, these are all rather pedestrian for me. I got bored of these around the same time I stopped reading Piers Anthony but I recognize Homestuck is an important modern work, and it feels baffling to me that I have no idea what its actual philosophy is. There must be more to it than titillating science fiction, and funny message logs. What is it from Homestuck that you carry with you into the trials of your day to day existence?

[zagreusapollyon]

OK but an au where Ford is the kids grandfather, and by some weird ass shenanigans they end up under the care of shermie and all that jazz.

Like, imagine how much worse that would be for Stan.

Like, these kids are the grandchildren of the twin brother he thinks has been doomed to an eternity of being lost in the multiverse, and they are quite literally the reflection of him and Ford.

Dipper is a smart boy with so much thirst for knowledge and to find secrets unknown to others, who looks at the world with an ambition unmatched in any kids his age.

Then there's Mable, a loud and kind, happy girl, an imagination so vast that baffles everyone, shining brightly like the sun as it brightens the world with light and warmth.

This two are gonna be a stab in a heart to Stan whenever he even looks at them.

Now I kinda imagine Ford sleeping with someone in college and having a kid, then his kid ends up being adopted by shermie and raised as his, so his grandchildren don't really know Ford is their grandpa.

But damn, imagine Ford coming back and finding out he's a fucking old ass bitch and a grandfather.

Also, the guilt of having a kid he didn't know about all his life, seeing his grandchildren and just realizing that "Oh shit, I wasted so many years of my life on creating that damn portal, that I forgot what having a family is like"

This has to be another level of heartbreak lol.

Also, Bill kinda liking these kids and wanting to use them as a kind of doll to create his own twisted reality where he and ford never break up.

Bill you fumbled hard pls get over it-

[sabrondabrainrot]

I haven't done a brainrot post in a while!

So for LAEs QueenKat just did an announcement she will be stepping away from LAEs, and for very good reason! She's not retiring any of her characters but she is taking her own break.

To be honest, I really respect her, her writing, and acting. Let it be said, she brought a plethora of characters in that all hold a certain level of maturity and responsibility. I feel her writing was under the most attack at times which to me always rang unfair. It's understandable why she would stop writing for this show and why she would inevitably take a break.

How can you have joy doing a job everyone seems to hate?

QueenKat's writing brought in consequences, weight, and helped characters to change and grow. I hope with time everyone will truly come to respect and appreciate her writing. It's very sad that people essentially killed the things she was passionate about. I'm not speaking for kat by the way, this is just the vibe I get from the past history.

I miss the episodes where Earth sat down and held a therapy session with someone but those did not get many views. Those moments made the characters feel more alive. It's sad we can't have our cake and eat it too.

I know change is uncomfortable and the idea of characters changing for the better or for the worse is jarring but that has to happen. QueenKat changed the status quo for the shows with her writing.

Remember, a story that doesn't end or change is a stagnating story. A stagnant story is a dead one. If new ideas are not added or explored then how can anything continue?

So with that, I will be sharing my own theories and predictions for the future of the shows.

Before I continue I'll be putting my theories and predictions underneath so I don't accidentally spoil anyone who's getting caught up on the various channels.

✨🩷👇Click below if you wish to see spoilers! ✨🩷👇

We've been getting hints and teases about the expansion of the multiverse in tsams. It's pretty funny, they want to tell stories in the vastness of space plus the added drama of more multiverse shenanigans!

Earth and Monty just got engaged and usually for a plethora of female leads or female characters that's considered the 'realization' of their story. Usually, that's when they're retired.

Now, is that what the tsams and laes writers are planning to do? I think not. At the moment they're writing Earth as taking a vacation because QueenKat herself is taking a break.

So for Earth, we're getting tons of set up with her. She's met with the Earth multiverse counsel. We may not get to know every little thing that's happening in those meetings but it's interesting she's now reaching out and associating with them. What we know about those Earths so far isn't much. So what I pay attention to at the moment, is the Leader Earth.

She arranged and picked these Earths specifically to meet.

Knowing her, the Leader Earth only does things that further her own plans. She's a leader and took over the world and has expressed to Lunar that she plans to expand into the multiverse.

Paying attention to what she tells Earth in particular, she sprinkles in these ideas that Earths are used across the multiverse and if Sun isn't hurt or killed then it is Earths that get the brunt of everything. We don't know how true that is across the multiverse but if we take that at face value there's a lot Earth will need to think about.

So what does this mean for Earth's future?

To be honest, she's always expressed wanting to protect everyone and do more for her family etc. it's highly possible that Leader Earth might manipulate those feelings into getting Earth to 'join the dark side.'

A villain Earth ark might be in our future!

[wishmaker-astra]

Name: Astra Tsiolkovsky

Pronouns

• Default Preference: she/her

• Friends Can Use: it/its

• Though honestly as long as you're not a dick about it whatever works

Species: "Jirachi" (?)

Occupation: Astrophysics Doctoral Student

Other: Mute, psychic, former human

[Credit: Amber Aria: https://www.sunset-aria.com/]

Hey internet, I'm Astra Tsiolkovsky. I'm a doctoral student studying astrophysics in Unova. Ask me about science, engineering, and Space Stuff™ if you want rambles.

See my full about page (might be stale, I probably need to update this)

My Website (same)

I use the "cw: topic" format for tagging that kind of thing. The main exception is "suggestive" will not have a "cw:" in front of it.

I am a jirachi, and accept the labels of mythical and legendary, but I do not accept the label of deity/goddess/divine/etc.

I would ask you do not use the phrase "I wish" with when talking with me unless I give you permission as a courtesy. Text may not set off anything or do anything, but it has associations with physical impacts IRL.

That said, I understand if you do not believe I am a jirachi, just be respectful, alright?

SINCE THIS POS SITE HAS IMPLEMENTED AN ASK LIMIT, HERE'S THE POST IM USING AS THE ASK BOX IF YOU HIT YOUR 10 PER HOUR LIMIT: [X]

//Mail: [off]•Mystery Gift: [off]•Magic Anon: [off]•Union Circle: [off]

//[OOC Notes Below Cut]

EXTREMELY IMPORTANT

Check with me OOCly before sending anything ICly transphobic to her. After a couple instances of this, and one OOC Totally Normal ask, you guys have lost privilege of me accepting and rejecting on the fly with the hope you'd know when to stop.

I'm mandating all asks that might be IC transphobic stuff get approval OFF ANON first and will block anons over not asking OOCly. That said, I know some of these are hard to recognize for those of you who've never had to think about it in depth. Just think twice on if need to ask please?

Similar applies to her jirachi status. I'm a bit more lenient and open to this one, but, like, please use your brains. I've had incidents with this as well.

Mail and mystery gift has been turned off due to repeated incidents of ignoring conditions on them. If you have my discord, or history of tumblr DM chat, I might be open to in advance arrangements.

Will Not Interact:

Magic Anon

Fae deals/name stealing

Meta Horror

Most forms of body horror

4th Wall Shenanigans

• I will just OOCly block a character's blog if you start having said character ICly talk about my OOC posts/notes/etc and there's no reasonable way it could have been mistaken as an IC post

Unambiguously confirmed bloodline curses

Glitch topics

• Note that glitch topics means more directly glitches-are-real in a setting, not say, making a fakemon inspired by a glitch

Very dark topics

• This includes post-apocalyptic stuff to be clear

Mental Alteration/Mind Control related subjects

• I WILL just ignore things, have Astra behave utterly OOC, blanket refuse to interact with characters, and/or just suddenly drop interaction as if never happened if required for this

Other Notes:

I try to treat her experiencing rotomblr as *just a website* as much as possible. Granted, one with weird multiversal connection that she will assume is due to ultrahole shenanigans she doesn't understand yet

Generally speaking I do not have her or blogs connected to her that I write participate in or acknowledge MMM

Lose combination of games and anime setting, leaning more towards the games

The Ultimate Weapon does not and never did exist in her universe

If I ever agree to accept a pelipper mail, it will be interpreted as regular parcel mail being sent to her via student services.

Please keep mystery gift pitches to minor items at most. She's a grad student as part of her character, part of that is putting up with tight money situation.

Astra's got the full abilities of a jirachi potentially, but is unable to use the vast majority of them yet. Think of it as getting a new limb suddenly.

Assumes sentient pokemon are rare, and mostly limited to:

• Ones with decent canon support (rotom inhabiting devices with a CPU, mewtwo, one off instances such as Meowth, latias, etc)

• Certain humanoid and/or psychic types raised in human society in a way that  "bootstraps" them during critical development periods (e.g. Gardevoir line treated as effectively human from birth)

Feel free to treat her as a kid screwing around on the net with a character if you want or similar if it makes sense for your character's setup or personality

She's an adult lesbian, please block the tags "suggestive", "cw: boob joke", "cw: dick joke", "cw: sex joke", and "cw: sex mention" if you are not comfortable with those topics. Please let me know if you need something tagged.

Astra generally understands Plasma and especially Flare as fascist movements and will react accordingly

Astra does know what the block button is, and will block ICly. Check the tag "astra blocks" for what blogs are on her block list, as each IC block gets a post labeled that declaring she blocked the blog

[thenexusofsouls]

[ INSERT META/RAMBLE/HEADCANONS ABOUT ZHAAN 👽 ]

{i am the caretaker of souls} YES, THANK YOU, I SHALL!! Seriously, though, the more episodes I catch up on, the more random thoughts I've been having here and there about Zhaan, and I keep thinking... I should write a thing. But I've already written so many long things that I'm not sure people are even reading, and I feel like I've been thrusting my rekindled love of Farscape on everybody here and I wonder... am I being obnoxious with this? XD BUT YOU SENT AN ASK SO NOW I HAVE TO ANSWER IT, RIGHT? Rationalization is a beautiful thing, isn't it? XD So okay, here we go, random thoughts and headcanons about Zhaan, and some about Farscape in general!

THE ORIGIN OF THE FARSCAPE NAME, AND POTENTIAL FOR OTHER MUSES/SHIPS COMING INTO CONTACT WITH MOYA

So... "Farscape" is actually the name of the single-man "Farscape-1 module" or tiny little spacecraft John Crichton first sets out in from Earth. This one:

It occurs to me that this little craft was really not features that much on the show at all. I mean, it did have its moments, such as being taken out every once in a while whenever Crichton thought he'd found a wormhole to go home, landing on a commerce planet to get repaired, or taking it out to perform emergency maintenance or rescue functions for or from Moya. And I think it was used to test things from a power source point of view a couple of times, like they hooked it up to something to power it. *shrugs*

But yeah... other than that... the titular "Farscape" wasn't... really the star of the show. Should the show not have been called "Moya"? Personally, I think so, heh. The vast majority of episodes (I think nearly every single one, takes place either on, around, or in contact with Moya. But I guess "Moya" doesn't have the same appeal as "Farscape" for the name of a sci-fi show, does it? XD

Anyway, the reason I was thinking about the original ship that got Crichton aboard Moya is because it's still stored inside Moya. It was brought in through a hangar-like area in her... eh-hem... back end, haha... with the aid of something that kindof attracted and guided it like a magnet. And this was done deliberately by people on board, so theoretically, it could happen to other small ships as well. Keep that in mind if for any reason your muse might find themselves on a small ship in space, heh.

Seriously, though, I've been thinking about doing a starter for Zhaan's native "world," which I guess would have to involve your muse either docking within Moya or... suddenly appearing within Moya as a result of some crazy multiversal shenanigans. I can't write Crichton or D'argo, I just don't feel I could get them right, but I could write Pilot, Rygel, Aeryn, and obviously Zhaan. It could be an AU in which only those four ended up on Moya. That means they would never have met Crichton and would not know what a human was, if you muse happens to be human. They would think any human muse was a Sebacean, a Peacekeeper, the same race as Aeryn, and that would not be seen as a good thing, necessarily, heh. But it would still be interesting and fun, I think. The only thing stopping me is that I'm not sure if anyone would be interested in that? Something to think about for the future, I guess.

ZHAAN IS ACTUALLY A PLANT

It's easy to forget that because of her humanoid, upright, sentient self, able to walk and speak like any other "person." But yes, she is actually a plant. This means that she has the ability to... plant... herself, heh. As in, in actual soil. It was mentioned towards the end of her time on the show as a means to potentially restore her from her dying state, and I... I think about that sometimes. Nothing further was ever said about it and we never actually got to see her do this, since she died before she had the chance, but I just wonder what that would have entailed and whether it would have worked to save her or not.

Sunlight makes plants grow, right? Well for Zhaan, solar energy is a stimulant, which is exactly as it sounds, heh. It's arousing to her (sometimes at inconvenient times, which was hilarious... she referred to it as being "indisposed" XD) and it increases her metabolism. Depending on her state of mind and her health at the time, that can actually be a detriment to her. For example, if she's ill or starved, sunlight could cause her body to burn up valuable energy she needs to stay alive.

Her blue coloration is due to a mutation in her chloroplasts that all Delvians share, resulting not only in blue surface coloration but also in her having blue "blood." I've always thought that the yellow, orange, and red coloration that shows up when she is sick, starving, or in touch with her dark side was reminiscent of how some plants and insects in real life use such bright colors as warnings to "stay away, I'm dangerous to you," or "don't eat me, I taste bad or am poisonous." The colors are meant as protection if the organism is weak or in crisis, which would certainly apply to Zhaan at several points in the show when her coloration changes. For those unfamiliar with the show, this is Zhaan's normal, healthy, "zen" coloration:

...vs. her coloration shortly before her death when she was sick, weakened, and dying:

THE TRULY "ALIEN" FEEL OF FARSCAPE, AND HOW IT CONTRIBUTED TO THE DEPTH OF THE FOUND FAMILY ON MOYA

I really loved how much was included with each race in Farscape with regard to their aesthetics, their biological differences, their cultures, etc. As a writer, that's like brain candy for me, heh. I get bored of shows that try to sell me a bunch of humans in costumes as really diverse aliens, like... to me it's the same as when angels and demons are portrayed simply as humans with wings. These people are not human and some of them are a far cry from anything related to human biology and culture. So they shouldn't look, behave, or live like humans do. I think Farscape did a really great job within the limited scope of a TV show of reminding us rather constantly that Zhaan is not a blue human, she's an alien plant species. I loved that about her and all the races on the show.

Even the culture clashes, language barriers, and personal habit differences between the crew members of Moya reminded us that these are each people from their own unique races with whole lives they left behind before being imprisoned for their various crimes. Yes, John Crichton as a human coming in had a lot of misunderstandings, problems, and confusions, but so too did all the other crew members have that with each other. It wasn't just human vs. alien on the show, it was each character being different from every other. There was a constant sense of extremely diverse beings having been tossed together suddenly that really helped to create this feeling of a truly diverse alien galaxy. They felt different from humans, they felt truly alien, as they should have.

And I feel like that's why their found family became so tight knit. Not only them having to depend on each other at first and becoming friends over time, but also them learning about the health, happiness, needs, and pasts of each other and supporting each other with that knowledge. For example, the following instances of crew members putting what they've learned about their fellow comrades to good use:

Everyone pitching in to check on Zhaan when she was ill and working to get her the specific type of food she needed when she was starved

Crichton learning that one has to stimulate blood flow from a Luxan wound to make the blood run clear or else the initial black blood will poison him to death, and using that to save D'argo's life on more than one occasion

Everyone helping to sustain Aeryn when temperatures on Moya got too hot for her (Peacekeepers are extremely sensitive to heat and will die with even just a small increase above what's optimal for them); Zhaan actually held her in her arms under a cold shower to help stave off the "living death," an irreversible, catatonic, neurological condition that befalls Peacekeepers who remain in hot temperatures for too long

Everyone taking care of Pilot during various times when he'd go unconscious or be in extreme pain because of his link with Moya

Everyone coming together to do what they needed to for Moya when she was afraid, injured, and even pregnant, and them going out of their way (even at their own peril) to make sure her baby was safe

So yeah... It wasn't just friendship, familiarity, and time spent with each other that made them a family, it was learning how to properly take care of each other physically and mentally, whipping out that knowledge when each of them really needed it most, and then of course wanting to do so out of love for each other.

WHAT ZHAAN DOES WITH HER DOWNTIME

This is mostly just going to be canon things, with some fleshing out as needed, but I think it's interesting to look at what Zhaan does with her free time. Her downtime activities really speak to the sort of person she is and what her interests are.

Gardening

Being a plant herself, Zhaan has a bit of a green thumb. A... a blue thumb? XD She keeps plants in her room on Moya, in pots and planters and all sorts of places. I feel like she'd collect odd plants from planets she visits, being drawn to ones that are unique or very different from herself. She builds up an interesting and diverse collection that way.

Scientific Research

Zhaan is always curious about the natural world, and she knows a lot about biology and chemistry. Many times throughout the show, she analyzed various samples of tissue, spores, liquids, and other substances from potentially dangerous or pathogenic organisms. She has a scanner device that's a lot like an x-ray, she regularly makes use of a microscope, and she has a number of reagents she keeps on hand to perform chemical assays with. During the show, she was able to do things like make antidotes to poisons, solvents that would dissolve "glue" from a biological source, a litmus test to detect acidic conditions in bodily fluids, and various medicines to numb pain.

When she has nothing better to do, I feel like Zhaan would conduct research on her own simply for her own curiosity. Many times she was under immense pressure and time constraint to come up with antidotes and various other sensitive materials, but then after the fact, I feel like she'd continue to perform research to better understand the substance, organism, pathogen, etc. involved. She loves to learn, certainly, but she also likes to be prepared for whatever may rise to threaten the crew of Moya, and what she learned from her research got the crew out of many binds, including ones that could have been potentially fatal.

Arts & Crafts

Zhaan engages in "spirit painting," a Delvian technique that allows art to be created that reflects what is in a person's soul. She does this for Rygel after he makes an amateur attempt at painting a self-portrait. Zhaan comes to his room while he's doing this and they discuss his heritage as a Hynerian Dominar. Rygel XVI feels like he has the spirit of Rygel I within him and takes a lot of pride in that. With that knowledge, Zhaan takes the brush and begins to alter the painting. Quickly, she paints, in a manner Pietro Maximoff might do for all those MCU fans out there, heh. Her arm moves in a blur, and when she steps back, there is a lovely, regal painting of what is in Rygel's soul left on the canvas. That's what's going on in this post I reblogged a little bit ago.

In addition to painting, we know that Zhaan also likes to create things out of a type of glasslike material. She makes a blue mask that Crichton accidentally breaks several times in one episode as he gets stuck in time loops due to the influence of someone hostile aboard Moya. I feel like in addition to being blue herself, Zhaan just likes the color, so many of the crafts she makes also end up being blue.

Praying

In order to maintain her grounded and centered state of mind as a Pa'u, Zhaan prays regularly, usually in the form of meditation involving repetitive phrases. She does this in her own room, usually in the nude, where she can feel completely natural and comfortable.

However, she also prays for various crew members when they are sick or injured. She tells them this too, that they shouldn't fear or should remain optimistic because she has prayed to the Goddess on their behalf.

Caretaking

When Zhaan has nothing better to do, she can often be found visiting the crew of Moya or even Pilot and simply sitting with them to talk. She'll ask them what they're doing, how they're feeling, or if they need anything. It's her way of checking up on them to see if there might be anything they need to talk about or if there are any problems that they're not telling anyone about.

She does this not only because unchecked problems could be very dangerous depending on what the nature of them is, but also because... she cares. She goes out of her way to meet everyone on their level, to understand their perspective, and to develop a good rapport with them. For that reason, she is one of the few aboard Moya whom everyone gets along with and genuinely likes.

Zhaan does not shy away from difficult questions, uncomfortable situations, or sad memories. She's willing to become invested in the problems, griefs, and traumas of others to shoulder their burdens with them. Although she doesn't press others to talk or be vulnerable with her if they don't want to, most eventually end up doing it because she makes them feel comfortable, safe, and heard.

ONE FINAL RANDOM THOUGHT...

I'll leave you all with something that I keep thinking about from time to time while watching the show, especially seeing how close Aeryn Sun and John Crichton get after Zhaan's death. They end up having a child together, but not until The Peacekeeper Wars, a mini-series that takes place after the end of Season 4, essentially the end of the series. Zhaan died towards the beginning of Season 3, so she never got to see their relationship get to that point and never got to meet their son, who was named D'argo Sun-Crichton.

I just... I feel like Zhaan would have been utterly joyous to know that they had a child and would have adored the kid. I could see her acting like a cool grandmother, haha. And she would probably be happy to babysit anytime they needed her to. I think she'd be very good with him while he was an infant, too, just because of her patience and kindness. It just hurt my soul that Zhaan never got to see any of that happen or interact with the child of two of her dear found family members. T^T

[zephyr-ro-emenki]

A neat little thought experiment to have is to try and take Spider-Man Villains that haven't been introduced in the official MCU (Not counting multiverse shenanigans) and come up with a reason/backstory for their introduction into the MCU for mainline MCU Spider-Man to fight.

First up, Oscorp.

Oscorp, as we'd see it in the MCU, was originally called Hammer Industries. In the aftermath of the arrest of Justin Hammer and the death of Ivan Vanko, the stock value of Hammer Industries went on a meteoric decrease. That, paired with the well known shoddy quality of Hammer-Tech compared to the sold at equal price Stark Tech, Hammer Industries was in a financial downward spiral trying to keep itself afloat. Incomes young upstart Norman Osborn, a chemist who was building up a fortune through various patents of medical technology and surgical equipment that he developed while working at Stark Industries, before leaving Stark Industries and company hopping farther up the various companies ladders while keeping up his research and learning all he could about now these various companies kept afloat and successful. Through that, he built up a vast enough fortune that once Hammer Industries hit it's all time low, he came in as a saving grace and purchased the entire company. Of course this purchase gutted his finances, but he was hedging it all on his new company.

Hammer Industries was no more, and in its place was Oscorp, a military contract funded genetics and Biochem company, keeping behind Stark Industries in many fields, but excelling in the Biochem fields. Slowly, Oscorp began expanding into fields that Stark Industries had abandoned, including genetics research, advanced military contracts, advanced physics tests that, etc.

"While Stark Industries was pushing the bounds of what technology could do, we at Oscorp are constantly pushing the bounds of what the already existing world can do, one step at a time."

The biggest boons to Oscorps ranks were Doctor Curt Connors, a former SHIELD scientist who worked closely with Richard and Mary Parker at Shield on various genetics projects, and Otto Octavius, a former Stark Industries Employee who's main research was in their Prosthetics department, and was getting passed over for his idea's, so decided to transfer to a new company who would give him the time of day after Tony's death. After the Fall of SHIELD, much of Curt Connors background was leaked, but his primary research was lucky enough to have been kept on his own personal drives. Oscorp was interested in his genetic research, allowing him to continue Richard Parkers and his own research on genetically modified Spiders. Meanwhile Otto Octavius's, bound by Stark Industries NDA's making him unable to develop his own Arc Reactors for his work, or any of his previously Stark Approved Designs, decided to lean more into "Improving the flawed Human Design" while also trying to develop his own alternative to the Arc Reactor.

One of the many Oscorp experiments was a particle accelerator being used in a sandpit to get tested frequency readings on desert based tornadoes and storms. Another being the testing of various bat bloods for the curing of rare blood based diseases. A few of their shadier experiments was if they could recreate the super soldier Serum, or rather test an existing batch/replicating a certain batch that was already used on a former Russian soldier turned criminal. Various other elemental experiments, such as some involving the recreation of Molten Lava and it's tested applications in construction/demolition, the testing of Electric Eels in various forms of livable liquid and if you could use them for alternative power sources, using leaked Shield Cloaking technology to improve upon the espionage business.

And now, we've set the stage. All we need for Peter to get fully involved, get Norman to fall into the Goblin's Grasp, is if Peter now comes out of his shell and befriends Harry Osborn and Gwen Stacy at college.

[plasticfangtastic]

Of The Same Poisonous Ilk. Ch. 2

A Homelander fanfic

A/N: will try doing weekly post for this series, thank to all those who read this, all aplicable tw are put down here if I miss any plz let me know, long chapter ahead! previous chapter here:

Sypnosis: As if God himself had decided to play a prank on him, Homelander is finally blessed with a true equal... Himself... yet not quite the same.

R18+ Violence, gore, smut, selfcest, butchlander, homewell, discussion of sexualization of minors, Child abuse, Femlander, Multiverse shenanigans, Canon Divergent, Darkfic, 3some, Bi-Lander.

Chapter two

Gasping, his throat collapsing, her hand viciously gripping at his throat, his eyes rolling back and their hands in a deadlock.

He had no clue why she snapped so quickly.

Just before with sleepy eyes and groggy lips calling after a man whose named sounded like his own, she pulled, forcing their lips together, Joan devoured him madly, desperately, groaning loudly against his lips, gripping at his hair, her hands starved after him, as his own hand cradled her cheek he felt the damp on her cheeks, that sweet moment died out, she pushed him after trying to kill him, shivering like a wounded doe.

As she calmed down Homelander watched her in awe unsure of what game this woman was playing– why had she become so upset? He could feel his lips throbbing, bruised from the intensity of her kisses and wanting more, both left gasping, she clung to the blanket covering herself as she moved towards the corner, her hair wild and her cheeks bright red.

Homelander leaned forward on his elbows, he felt it again, electricity circulating in his body, feeling her leave had left him oddly vacant. He was falling into a spell, wanting… needing… itching to touch her, a primal craving consuming his desires, they both stared at each other unable to speak yet willing, filling the dark room with nothing but quiet breaths, their heartbeats slowing together.

“Disappointed?” he jokes, wanting to calm her down.

She sniffed, cleaning the tears still staining her cheeks.

“I am sorry.” She cried looking away from him. Homelander never said it but hearing it from her felt strange as if she wasn’t made for it– I�� I won’t do it again… so don’t hate me.”

“Is alright… come here…” He stretched his hand– that Jon and you?” he asked nervously, tightening his jaw.

“No!! It wasn’t like that… I thought for a second he was still alive…”

She got closer to him, trembling horribly, afraid he would bite this time around, but Homelander didn’t do such thing, he wrapped his arms around her, feeling that electricity once more, her body fit so neatly against his own, her smell intoxicating– smelling of oats, milk and sunflowers like himself. Her body just the right temperature, her skin made his own crawl, touching her was the finest velvet, her hands just as soft as his own, she sobbed under his gentle embrace.

She held him as she cried lighty, it all remained a mystery to him– one he wanted to unravel. He had only fantasized about hugging himself as a small child…but receiving it now… it felt soothing… without the cringe and shame, this wasn’t that disgusting experience with Doppelganger either, this was him in a way– just better… She was a beautiful new thing, she was real and dependant of him. John and Joan felt the warmth of each other resting in the bed, falling asleep in each other's arms. She slept so soundly, his heart sounded just like Jon’s, in her dreams she saw him, on top of a big rock chewing on jerky, the sun hiding behind him as he watched the vast empty desert, no matter how much she wanted to sit by his side, her legs wouldn’t move.

Homelander awoke, he usually woke at the crack of dawn but for once he overslept, looking down to find the woman still wrapping him, he had slept in his suit which was unheard of but it was a fair trade-off… he had never slept holding another person for an entire night. Looking at this sweet thing he thought of himself at that age, Maeve would make love to him but she would be gone by morning, Madelyn never stayed for longer than an hour or two if he was lucky but now he had the full experience and he didn’t just felt spoiled– he felt light as he squeezed this coiled body around him, surprised that even his little Homie hadn’t ruined the moment, watching her in his arms as she held for dear life at his body– he only found comfort and nothing else, fixated with the song of her heartbeat, gently pushing her finding himself whining as he lets her go, watching her sleep soundly, he brushed her soft hair aside tucking her in. 

He had never once felt this relaxed in the morning– not without sex being involved somehow of course. He caressed her cheek in and let her sleep, he had one mission and that was to look at the contents of that phone.

Ashley bites at her nails, unsure of what to do, the rest of The Seven, Stan Edgar, the head of Crisis management and Dr. Park awaited for Homelander who was unusually late, the prospect that that female had killed him while they slept was being discussed psychically– and then the doors tragically opened up.

“Good morning! I see we’re having an important meeting�� He said with genuine glee.

“I texted you three times this morning, sir.” Ashley whispered, taking her place by his shadow– we had one of analytics cracked her phone.”

“Could’ve just asked me– we got the same fingerprint.” he laughs lightly as he heads for his spot catchign Dr. park's attention–"So what brings such illustrious faces this morning.”

Stan raises his eyebrow, gesturing to the head of Crisis management.

“As Dr. Park already briefed the rest of your team, it has come to our attention that our surprise visitors are from another dimension and such ramifications well… long story short You and the rest of the Seven must ensure that our two visitors remain inside the tower, and away from the public.”

“So you invited Starlight?” Homelander chuckles– give it five seconds before she’s texting her boytoy at the FBSA!”

“I’m well aware of the irony… but in the event she does get out or Leaper… it would be a good idea to have a backup– as I was informed it appears that she’s your equal in a fight.”

He scoffs at the idea, taking a seat at the helm.

“If they can’t kill me what makes you think–

“You are to do whatever it takes to take her down, understood.”

Homelander said nothing, feeling the heavy stare of his boss, he would entertain him but he wouldn’t– Joan was worth something to him, there was only one of him, only one original Homelander... but afterall God had made Eve out of Adam's rib, he wouldn't insult the lesser God by throwing away a gift to his most perfect creation.

Starlight cleared her throat trying to calm the flames about to ignite.

“I’m certain that our guest might be reasonable and understanding– I mean she hasn’t attacked since yesterday, no?”

Homelander looked at the young blonde and bitterly nodded, Starlight could only hope this woman could kill their Homelander, in that fight she would put all her bets on her.

“She’s still asleep in my penthouse…” His ear picked the light snoring.

The older man looked rough, muscular and no nonsense, he turned the TV screens on-- each revealing their own stories.

Three stills of Homelander, of three versions of him– A tired one covered in scars and worn down by the sun trying to light a cigarette, a young man with longer hair holding the bottom half of a jaw, and a shirtless man, more muscle than body fat, covered in in a blue glowing liquid, his eyes glowing the same color.

Dr. park took to his side, touching his tablet.

“I don’t need to explain that this footage is highly sensitive– I was frankly blown away if I’m honest” 

He looked far too eager.

“We couldn’t access any of her social media accounts… well their versions of them… seems MySpace, Friendster and Douyin are the main sites, she also has a LINEs account, thus we were able to read her conversation currently we have someone from analytics transcribing”

A screen showed a snipped between Homelander and a man named J with a love heart emoji”

“Joan darling you will do the interview… is that or you post an apology video”

“But I didn’t do anything wrong!!”

“We know and we stand behind you, yet we can lose any more points– do you want people not to love you anymore?”

“alright…”

–… but her gallery well” He takes a deep breath throwing rapid looks at the head of the Seven, revealing there were hundreds and hundreds of Videos and thousands of pictures– our visitor decided to vlog her entire journey, taking multiple daily blogs and stopping only until she could find where or how to charge her phone based on the dates and breaks, I had one of the interns select a few highlight-reels but there’s no doubt this girl is… well…” He looks at Homelander feeling his throat shrink– a Homelander.”

Dr. Park fumbled a bit on the screen.

“We analyzed several of her videos and pictures to determine if they were some high-quality Deep Fakes but all videos came out as real” he said nervously.

One screen flipped thru different photos of Homelander, her in multiple Vough branded events, selfies at movie openings, smiling with Stan Edgar, a version of him that seemed friendly with her and a man that looked vaguely familiar to Homelander in a way he couldn't pinpoint, there were plenty of selfies advertising a make-up and skincare brand called “Homegirl”, a few risque poses here and there that made him blush and angry that he could hear the other men in the room react, for all purposes Homelander was no different than a social media influencer, one photo peeved at the supe, just a selfie with a pair of streamers and a cute sign saying thank you for 300 million Youtube subscribers alongside a diamond plaque.

“The videos were the most insightful.” he cleared his throat– she had kept quite extensive records… her phone battery life last 46 hours on one charge– this technology could revolutionize the world! we are certainly already copying for next year’s V-flip model” He said giddily.

Homelander leaned closer, all eyes focused on the screen. Annie already trying to figure out how she would tell Butcher that his worst nightmare had happened, Maeve clung to hope that this girl wasn’t anything like her ex and the other three were counting the seconds before the meeting would abruptly end, except for Noir who wasn’t entirely sure what was happening as this girl wasn’t Homelander… his only worry is that he had a Yoga class to attend and he might be late now– looking at those picture this person was far more sociable than his best friend.

The video played, Lady Homelander fixed her hair in an unseen mirror stuck in a grand room.

L.E.D lights glew soft blues, a large king size bed peek from the side and behind her a futuristic night sky, a handful of plants decorated a corner and a machine flew around spritzing the plants.

“Hi Guys!! Dunno when I'm posting this but it seems I'm in a little pickle…”she forced a smile but it broke quickly–… I dunno when I’ll be able to talk to you guys again, but it seems I’m in the future?” She took her phone and turned the camera around to the window. It was New York but miles taller, vehicles flew on invisible roads, roofs and balconies covered in greens and massive billboards projected themselves in glorious technicolor– I think I’m going to go insane… I’ve been here for three days and no sign of Leaper… I might be trapped here but I can feel him still here. I have to believe it!.”

The video cut to another scene, this time of Ashley– present one straightened herself unable to believe that in another dimension she would still be trapped in hell.

But this Ashley seemed… sexy, she had an air of confident and dreamy eyes to her, her make up metallic and perfect, her hair long and luscious, and her skin glowing, in her hand a glass of wine, she dressed in a intricate chiffon gown and pearls.

“So tell my audience a bit about yourself…” The Homelander voice whispered.

“I’m Wednesday. And I’ve been Wednesday for over ten years, used to be Monday but now am hump day– thank god! couldn't stand being Monday.” she said with a sultry tone– Monday always has to deal with his bad mood, best days are moi, Thursday and Saturday… altho I don’t like Saturday, she thinks we can be friends.” she seemed grossed out at the thought.

“You guys aren’t friends?”

“We don’t talk to each other outside the groupchat– y’know we ain't gonna let each other serve him the same meal twice, but we ain’t actually talking– it just makes things easier.”

“In what way?” She pressed– "I mean if all of you are his wives…”

“So we should be besties and bake pies together?” Ashley sounded disgusted– look I see him once a week, I get all I want, I live in a grand apartment and I haven’t aged a single day since he infected me with the V-Virus, can you believe I am sixty this year?” she laughed then took a sip of her ‘wine’.

“So it makes you happy?” She sounded sad.

“Why wouldn’t she?” That familiar voice creeped behind her, she turned the camera finding a suited man untying his blue tie by the entrance of the living room, Homelander didn’t expect the house to look like a scene from blade runner meets dune, walls so tall and the sepia lights coloured the skin of his mirror image a uneasy shade, this man younger perpetually trapped in his mid twenties at the latest, his hair swooped to the side and longer, the camera close enough to catch the sickly paleness of his skin behind the yellow tint and bright red eyes-- but not so by light but on their own, Ashley moved towards Homelander– hello my love, work finished early today… missed you.”

“Oh sweetie I missed you” She had jumped to his side wrapping her arms around his shoulders– come here tiger.” she chuckled into his lips.

Ashley eyes widen as  sexy Ashley kissed her Homelander, and had the camera lingered a second longer Homelander might’ve puked as the kiss was more than just passionate, the two basically humping on sight, nobody dared say a thing– a new video played, before the barf bags were distributed.

“Six wives? What’s the logic there Jonathan?” her voice annoyed.

“Sunday is a day of rest… I’m just a man I would die if I don't get some ‘me’ time” He chuckled, the young man sat in a thick leather armchair, plants around him and some marble statues to his side, everybody could’ve sworn it was the Venus de milo, a lot of paintings from the renaissance period adorned his presence- why does it bother you?”

He sounded younger, everything about him felt strange, like peeking into a fabricated memory, his skin had no wrinkles or hard lines but it was him… and it shouldn���t.

“Their names” she grumbled- the lack of them”

“Is easier than remembering their names” He smiled devilishly– is a joke don’t shoot. They don’t want to know each other… ask them! I just follow what my lovers like” he laughed lifting his hands defensively.

“Is hard to believe you and I are the same person… we don’t share anything.” she sounded exasperated.

“We share one thing and that's we are apex predators… you think of them as mud and I see cattle” She paced the camera to the dehydrated corpse by her foot– I get quite hungry after six days with my wives… and just for the record I do know their names… Victoria, Margaret, Ashleigh, Rebekah, Keneth and Kumiko… used to have a Klara and a Serge but they broke our rules.” He looked saddened by his own words.

He stood up picking up the dead corpse with ease, lifting its head to the gaping wound on his neck, he placed his empty cup beneath the wound watching a few drops fall.

“I miss Serge… his veal tasted like the sun kissing my skin once more.” Annie's mouth dropped– but I love them…”

“Do You? Or are you filling the empty void with sex?” The girl stood up and led the camera thru the art gallery into a massive painting of a young girl no more than 16 or 17, long wavy blonde hair, pale blue eyes and thin lips, on top of a cream marble fireplace, Homelander leaned closer he couldn’t mistake that teen for anybody else but Madelyn, but how?– or you just miss her?”

“Maybe I am still a little bit human… or not.” The man teleported beside her, never making a peep– She turned me… guess I still love her in a way.

“And she left you so you decided to get six wives to replace her?”

He chuckled, taking a silver box from a set of five by the fireplace, he opened the latch to reveal a beating heart, dried but it beat weakly, alive, the second the light touched it, strange strands made of sticky flesh began chasing after Joan, pale pink threads twirling and winding into a bleeding and sickly primitive appendage, growing rapidly, white fragments growing inside the threads, doubling in size every second it gets closer.

“She’s still here” he shut the box and the muscle wilted into a fine red dust– she’s not very talkative these days.”

“Can we see somebody else!!?” Homelander squirmed in his seat, feeling his cheeks reddened.

“Well is definitely not something of this world” Stan said, not hiding the sickly feeling in his stomach– but I was told there were two other subjects.”

The Deep had passed out with open eyes, the thought of being Homelander “wife” was horrific and had completely ignored the horror scene afterwards but A-Train nudged at him with a shit eating grin, he just watched the trio with a smile so big he would happily die.

The screen had paused on a woman that Homelander recognized, Rebecca… Ryan's mother-- Jonathan’s Rebekah. She looked so beautiful as she entered the grand room carrying a small infant in her arms wrapped in pink. 

The woman unfazed at the metal box in her husband’s hand.

The man began to picture his funeral, as he went to subject number two, he had already ordered the death of the analytics members who’ve seen this video.

The video played and this man looked far more exhausted than Homelander could’ve imagine, it almost looked like make up on him– he wore a Hawaiian shirt, his arm slightly muscular and a growing beard shadowed his face, his hair just growing from a recent buzz cut and the circles on his eyes inmensed as he made waffles.

“Youse gonna wear that shit all day?” he took a long puff of his cigarette– I got you clothes for a reason, mate.”

“Yeah! I just got these washed and I like the feeling… Either way, come on! give me content, you can just be an annoying hardass all the time! I’ll get demonetized!”

“You also want me to to put on a fucking monkey suit and dance like a fucking wanker?” His accent was so painfully Australian– now do ya want two or three for brekky?”

“One”

“Chookie” He slap her plate with three waffles– you need to eat…now take the fucking suit off.”

Her plate was jammed packed with waffles, bacon sausages and eggs, and she could do nothing as he slathered the bitch in maple syrup.

“Milo or coffee?”

“Milk is fine.”

That he didn’t argue, The man served a second plate and the camera poorly followed to the figure seating next to him, Annie’s mouth dropped soon followed by Homelander.

Sitting beside her was Butcher… slightly younger, his skin beaming, and his hair nicely combed in a similar fashion to Homelander’s, his face clean shaved and not a scar adorned his features, he looked admittedly handsome– had he not worn Homelander’s suit he wouldn’t find this so disturbing, he looked just like the first time they’ve met all those christmases ago, Homelander bit his cheek anxiously.

From the angle they could see his cape draped over his shoulders, a thick chain dangled on his chest, and a detailed eagle sculpture adorned his shoulder, red gloves sat by the breakfast table dividing Joan and the impostor.

She recorded him eating as he moaned on that first bite.

“Aww Cyanide this time! so tingly.” He said in a sweetened voice– surprise you hadn’t tried it before Butcher, darling.”

Johnny gave a defeated sigh and moved to the fridge, writing cyanide on a whiteboard.

“Nathan is going to be so disappointed…” he mumbled.

“So how long have you two been doing this… thing?” she sounded uncomfortable.

“Two years. Easier to kill the cunt if I kept him around… dunno why it had to be in my fucking apartment!!”

“Ryann’s school is closer to your place.”

As if on queue a young girl shouted from across the house, a little girl no more than 8 ran into the kitchen with her hair in messy pigtails.

“Daddy, I can't find my shoes!!”

Maeve and Annie exchanged panic looks, and Dr. Park sweating a litre under his jacket.

“Did ya check the laundry?” he said in a calm voice trying not to laugh at the mess on her hair– did dad try to do your hair again?”

“Hey she’s wiggly” Butcher said with a lightest english accent he could muster.

“He just sucks!” She giggled playfully.

“He's a stubby short of a six pack actually” both chuckle together.

This was Ryan, the face too similar not to be him, her hair a dark red but her eyes the same shape but black eyes. That expression made his chest tightened as he watched his copy calmly fixing the girl's hair as she nodded, the camera came back to Not-Butcher.

Homelander could do the math, this was Maeve's and Butcher's Ryan, Joan had said so last night and now he saw the product.

This one seemed so content too, both men stayed quiet until the girl was out of the room.

“So you two are raising the kid together while you let him figure out how to kill you?”

“Shocker I know!” he cleans his hand and steals a waffle off Joan’s plate– look one day me and the bin chicken over 'ere realize that we both cared about the kid, so begrudgingly we sat one arvo and agreed to this… altho this cunt over here thinks I'm his maid!”

“Last time I tried cooking you hit me with a rolling pin over some eggs!”

“You calcified them!”

The man smiled behind his hand as he took his cigarrete back into his mouth, Joan did nothing to stop the cameras as the fake-Homelander stood up after a couple bites, wrapping his arms on the shorter man, forcing a kiss on his temple and lips as the man stabbed at his neck with a dirty kitchen knife– to no success.

“I’ll be late today, Daddy” he said shamelessly.

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you Park” Homelander's voice had no humor to it, his eyes glowing so bright the heat made Maeve's hair frizz out.

“Ah… what happens next!” he sounded panicked– just wait!!.”

As Johnny kissed the bastard back the air was vacuumed out the room, a fat persian cat clawed at the floorboards yowling, Johnny shouted “Horror!” and the fake-Homelander moved to catch the feline as the house was sucked into a vortex, standing before the vortex was Leaper, his hair messy and his expression dazed and angry, he made a small size portal by crossing his fingers together into Ryann’s bedroom her stuff toys spat back at the trio, the girl was flung straight into the mayor vortex, as Leaper grinned.

“Told ya I’ll get even you cheap fucking whore!” He jumped into the hole and before Fake-Homelander could say a thing the portal closed after him.

“This Leaper can still create portals, it seems he needs to make a formation with his hands to activate his powers– but it might just be a quirk, it is likely that once our guest wakes up he might be able to escape anywhere in New York or further” He said, sweating buckets.

He still destroyed the TV screen, causing everybody to get on edge.

“You think you can humiliate me?” he growled, red light clinging in his eyes.

“I don’t think that was Dr. Park's intention, Homelander” Stan said– his scientific curiosity got the best of him and I am certain that this situation won’t repeat itself, right?” He said in his trademark humorless tone– it’s also not you, I think everybody here can state that that man is merely a look-alike” Stan raised his hand towards his temple.

"Don't really look like you, sir!" Deep butted in-- he's balding and you have great hair, Homelander!"

"Couldn't tell, he's australian! like what the fuck!? right?" Said Ashley almost in a panic.

"He's gay tho" Maeve risked it staring at Annie as she died alive-- terrible taste in men too."

Homelander grumble, stroking his tired eyes.

“Sorry I had my assistant make the compilation, she must’ve made the mistake! She’ll be disposed of immediately!!” he blurted.

“I’ll do it myself” Homelander grumbled and the man whispered into the ear of the head of crisis management who wrote the name down and slipped it into Homelander’s hand.

The video had continued to play on the screen beside it unnoticed.

until shouting began.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!!??” His voice echoed in a run down building– "Do you have any idea whatchu did, Pendejo!!?”

The man was unseen but the camera got closer struggling to focus, catching the young man in front of him with more clarity. It was A-Train wearing a military uniform, a light blue scarf wrapped around his neck, his vest heavy and his gun resting before him, the man bit at his lip trying to hold back his emotions.

“You!” The man came out of obscurity, he wore a similar uniform, his sleeves rolled up pointing at him with small dark red gloves– I should kill you!”

The shit eating grin was spat back at A-Train from the rest of the room.

“Jon… Colonel, sir. I had to do it, otherwise those people would ‘ave died!”

“I Know you did the right thing!!” He spat back with a trembling hand– But you should’ve called for me!! God dammit Reggie– I made a promise to your brother! Don’t you dare make me break that promise!!” He cried catching the younger man forcing him closer– I promised I would bring you home… You could’ve died, Reggie… I can’t lose you man! I can’t lose another one of my brothers!”

He sobbed softly, trembling against the younger guy.

“I didn’t want you to die, Colonel… There’s no future for us if you ain’t around” he said stifling his tears, returning his hug.

“You’re too young to care about my future!!” he shouted back behind tears– "this war doesn’t need to lose anymore people, much less humanity’s future!”

He held the young man’s face, forcing him to look straight into his deep blue eyes.

“Don’t ever do that without me!” He said holding back a sob– thank you for saving those people, you did the right thing… those families are still together because of you, but had you failed…” He pushed him back into his arms– I don’t think I could've ever faced Nathaniel, I couldn’t face the rest of our squad.”

“Colonel.”

“My life belongs to all of you, is not precious. Is not like yours or the rest of y'all that’s the weight of being a leader. I will protect you.” he said firmly as the afternoon sun burned thru the cracks of the abandoned building.

“Jesus what a cry-baby” Homelander said with great indignation.

To the rest of the room, whose ears had picked up with great interest, watching this was as if they were seeing an oscar winner contender, if he could pull off that charade in front of them they would buy him the ballot votes themselves, but their eyes were glued to the screen trying to figure out what creature that was, to come to terms that there was a version of him that appear to be made good and they’d drawn the shit end of the stick.

The video cut abruptly to a new scene, Homelander seemed more disgusted at this overly dramatic display of brotherly love than the prior acts of homosexual behaviors while the rest of the room dream of a game of switcheroo– the scene was of Jon. Maeve mouth dropped slightly as she caught a glimpse of the tall man, he was bulky, pure muscle, maybe 6’2’’ or 6’ 3’’at least�� that or A-Train was short as fuck in that universe. He had a charming genuine smile, with messy blonde hair, a patchy coloured beard decorated his sharpened jaw, and his arms qualified as weapons with how big and beefy they were.

His cheeks sunburn and his smile bright enough to light up a baseball stadium.

He laughed earnestly as an older black man spoke to him.

“So that’s what actually happened.” Said the black man.

“Que la Virgencita tenga piedad contigo, Earving.” Jon replied, shaking his head with a giggle still caught in his tongue– Dunno what am going to do with you uncle, but sure as hell am glad my mami ain’t around to hear you.”

“Grace loves me, my boy.” he snorts– "should've seen her back at her age” he pointed at the camera woman.

Homelander wished he was alone, just to hear Black Noir once more, his friend barely registered the scene, just staring at the unscarred face, his voice lively, and his hair all there, he was aged maybe twenty years older than the young man beside him on screen, but he had an unusual youthfulness to him.

Homelander relaxed transfixed on the interaction.

“So how did you get a medal of honor?”

“A ship holding refugees was ambushed. I had only gotten the V-Serum two months prior but in that moment I suddenly learned how to fly and well, long story short… I was left bruised but not a single person was lost that day.”

She kept the camera still on him, making sure to frame his biceps, the camera occasionally flickering lower, unsubtle voyeuristic at the man’s body as she “struggled” to keep the pace, not that his army rags helped with modesty, they were tight beneath that vest, a gun strapped to his hip.

“You care a lot about people?”

“I was given these powers to help people, don’t get to be selfish anymore– all I want is to make sure no kid grows up without their loved ones… I lost my sister in one of the attacks, left me two kids, and I can’t look at their faces while knowing the monsters that took her are still free and hurting people, not when I got these powers, if I had yours I could’ve ended this myself, I am sure of that.”

He sounded so bitterly wounded, Joan just let the camera linger on his eyes.

“Now with you around we can save more people! and I’ll do anything I can to help you find a way home as a thank you, Te lo prometo.”

She had blushed behind the camera as his hand petted her hair, freezing under his gruff hands.

“So what’s with the spanish?” Joan asked nervously– aren’t we American? Or do you just like speaking spanish?”

“I’m Mexican, silly” he said, thickening his accent jokingly– Well technically my parents are Americans hence why I sound American, but I was born and Raised in el De Efe, then left to the US when I turned eighteen.” He grinned– I wanted to go to the same army university as my dad, and I joined the army, served for twenty years and then this invasion started– by then borders began to mean very little… they needed bodies on the field, this whole army is composed of everybody still walking after those monsters came and took it all” He said angryly– Still a beaner tho”

She had ignored most of that.

“You had parents?”

“You don’t?”

“no…” Joan said quietly– I…”

“I’m so sorry…” he stopped walking, turning to face her, instinctively putting his hand on her shoulder with a deeply apologetic look on his face, something truly unseen in this boardroom– It couldn’t’ve been easy… my dad him and my mom were engaged when they made me– one night my dad went to get dinner and never came back. My mom learned the morning after that a drunk driver killed him… my dad was army and my mom worked for the government, she got a job at the mexican embassy because it paid well and my grandpa didn’t want anything to do with my mom” He said sadly– had a stepdad but all he did was drop my sister and that’s it.” 

“You close to your mom?” She asked meekly, feeling safe and small under his grip, her hand trembling slightly.

“Close? This boy calls his momma everyday” Earving blurts– is a miracle she isn’t here to tuck him to bed.”

“Uncle!”

The group walked in a destroyed city, smoke and ash permeated in the air, when the camera caught something strange, from a distance a beast roared from on top a cracked building, it was beautiful and awful– coated in pearlescent skin, horns and bone shaped its head like an orchid, it’s eyes small but plenty, its body slim but large, it was a dragon with wings twice its size, its mouth larger ripping into its throat as its chest illuminated and puffed, Jon eyes widen ordering everybody to take cover, as he took flight.

The alien dragon spat a killer lazer only stopped at the projectile man took to its throat.

Small creatures emerged, walking on leathery wing stilts, their markings gray and brown, they moved fast and hop– they were blood-thirsty, launching themselves in groups at every slow body on their path.

She tucked her phone in her tits, the last thing the camera took was Joan laser slicing the aliens.

“This is the last world that our guest visited… if she’s mistaken” Dr. Park let an image on screen linger, one of the alien beings corpse, it was bigger than a human, its head short but its appearance resembled a Tupuxuara, Jon opened its mouth to show rows of sharpened fangs and a bright glowing green tongue.

“These ones are foot soldiers, the big ones are tanks, there’s like 3 other types besides the actual brains.” Jon said, the man cleaned his hand– they would rather send these abused creatures than face us. I feel bad for these animals” His voice quivers– I don't think they’ve had a choice. It is not their fault… they shouldn’t be here… it should be those monsters fighting us” He turned the head to reveal a metal panel sticking out from healing skin around a peeled skull.

“We should kill him” The Deep spoke– I mean we might not be able to contain them.”

He stated the obvious while pointing at the alien, which was somethign to process later, the universe now seeemd so big to the fish talker.

Homelander leaned back.

“If she stays here then there would be two of me”  That was also a terrible outcome, aliens seemed like the sensible decision– we don’t know if our Super Villain could actually bring a horde of alien dragons to New York” he caught himself there thinking of how stupid but awesome it sounded– he obviously resents Joan”

Ashley cleared her throat.

“She’s marketable” Ashley said coldly– nobody gets to 300 millions subscribers without being charismatic, her camera work is impressive for being done with a phone, her selfie game is off the charts, she’s young, hot and has A-list powers… those tits will fly themselves off the shelves`` Even Stan had Ashley’s attention– A long lost sister… maybe your father had an affair or a secret family… we could make her…” She sheepishly looked at Homelander– your side-kick. Think of this: two siblings separated by a cruel joke of fate, suddenly reunited after spending years hiding her powers and then one day she comes to America in search of her long lost brother who just happens to be not just any Supe, but the greatest Superhero in the world!”

“Side-kick?”

Homelander scoffed at the idea then paused looking back at the screen.

He wanted to sit alone, to watch all the videos and paint a better picture of this woman, of those versions of him.

They all talked but all he saw was that man, who looked too perfect, he didn’t need a padded suit, painting greek sculture’s green with envy, his smile so big, so pretty, so strange, he was the true uncanny staring back at him, and that woman who was him, had cried after him, this is the body they had wanted of him, the personality the whole country thought he had, this was how the world thought Homelander was, if he was here instead of Joan, he would kill him, he wanted to rip his face off, to wear his face... they would love him if he looked like that, the suit so baggy around his body as he stared at that roided abomination.

He found himself taking the tablet off Dr. Park, not knowing when he had stood up, speeding through the video until one video caught his attention.

Some bonfire party, Joan wrapped around Jon’s arms dancing gleefully, somebody else held the camera, as she hid her blush and smiled awkwardly as the man taught her the moves, some Bobby Pollido classic played in the background.

He stood there until the screen cracked around his thumb.

[anestofmuses]

Crowe - Dragon Age verse

(pretend the ears are elf ears ok, finding fantasy picrews that have dark skin is hell)

Name: Crowe/Aileen Age: early 40's

Speices: (City) Elf

Crowe, her real name unknown to most, is an Elven mage and member of the Lords of Fortune. Once in a cricle far away from her ailenage, Crowe managed to escape during the chaos of the fifth blight. During whch she ran into a group, consiting of an Ativan Crow, a group of lords of fortune and a totally "not a mage" scholar only known as "doc". It was the crow, Ruiri, who dubbed her Crowe. (very creative he is) Over time the group became close with Ruiri abandoning the crows for them. The Lords of Fortune happily took in Ruiri, Crowe and Doc as one of their own and the group have been adeventuring ever since.

[blupengu]

Oh… my god… I’ve been emotionally devastated by Le Salut 😂

Rambling and spoilers under the cut as usual! Still haven’t done any of the salvation ends though so no worries about those, not sure if I’ll make one post for all of them or reblog my individual posts from each route lmao

Wow this route was CHONKY Jesus! I guess my biggest initial thoughts after playing are:

1) I am boo boo the fool… cannot believe we were betrayed by Dahut like that… the signs were there but I dismissed because he was best (adult) boy and I loved him… to quote my other post: “Any time Dahut shows up now I’m like OH THANK GOD someone who doesn’t need therapy” 🤡 never before have I been so utterly devastated by a character’s betrayal 💀

And 2) Ankou being Adolphe punched me in the gut, stole my purse, and kicked my dog, I was thinking there had to be time travel or multiverse shenanigans but not like that… (I love Ankou but tbh Adolphe is just kinda, meh to me? So I’m conflicted…) Though the real kicker was the fact that HE WAS AMERICAN THIS WHOLE TIME HELL, YEAH USA!! USA!! USA!! 🔫 (LOL sorry jkjk… but no really when he pulled out a fucking gun I busted out laughing, bitch why did you not use this earlier 😂)

But anyways, back to the route itself! I very much loved the character interactions we got with Ceres, Adolphe, and Ankou! Very cute, very wholesome, and Ankou in lounge wear…? *chef’s kiss* 👀 Although this is when I noticed that they both had such shiny blue earrings… maybe in my heart I knew all along… I also still love the friendship between Nadia and Dahut… 😔 and Ankou meeting Yves was so sweet!(even though knowing the truth now makes it… oof in hindsight) but good to know we all support Yves being with Ceres 😂

This route kinda turned me off Salome though? Like yandere tendencies aside, in every other route she was just the loving, maybe a bit overprotective milf (yeah I said it fight me) with a complicated and tragic past… but damn really was not a fan of her actually being the queen and Dahut’s mom. Kinda mad she killed him in the end 😬 (also, my god the teenage pregnancies must be wild in this country)

Also I am SO. SICK. OF CAPUCINE!! PLEASE STOP SHOWING UP AND BEING CREEPY TOWARDS NADIA AND A DICK TO LUCAS!! Him, the Royal family, and honestly the vast majority of the people in Arpechele suck major donkey balls oh my god. Y’know what I kinda support Dahut’s plan to just burn the country to the ground, we stan a short king 👑

… is it bad though that Capucine’s kinda grown on me? LOL, like I still hate his guts (thank you Scien our god for blowing him up) but it’s kinda hilarious watching him when things don’t go his way 😂 idk if I find him a kind of well written villain or if I have Stockholm syndrome after we’ve been forced to see him in every route 💀

Jean on the other hand! I am so happy that my evil hot butler turned into a reluctant ally in this route!! The bit where he and Mathis had to help Scien was very super cute, and poor sweet Mathis you are so forgiving, you deserve so much better, I hope Jean treats you nicer 😔 I respect his one-track mind for Rosalie though, man has a mission to get his wife back and by god he’s not gonna let anything stop him lmao 🫡

Gotta say though, I don’t remember exactly what triggered this but I just remember thinking, “oh more science to ignore!” So, yeah it… did not get better lmao. Like, some hand-wavey science is fine for world building and stuff, but when your plot hinges on the science and details, it’s really gotta have a more solid foundation than this. It’s not even nitpicking, it really doesn’t make sense if you think about it for more than one second 😂

Ngl I kinda wish that they had kept the supernatural aspect (not just because I’m not super keen on Ankou being Adolphe…), it would’ve made the nonsensical science easier to digest so they wouldn’t have been forced to explain everything away. Like, if it’s all grounded in reality, answer me this game! How did Ankou regenerate HIS CLOTHES after being just a HEAD IN A JAR??? 💀 the censoring was also kinda weird… like okay sure it’s all scientific but what, “the world” won’t let Ankou talk about specific things Adolphe doesn’t know yet?? Sure……. 😐

Although, no magic does make Ankou’s “vanishing” kinda hilarious since it meant he really did have to just run and hide behind whatever he could find. Like that’s inching towards JJBA part 3 DIO stopping time and carrying polnareff two steps down the staircase just to fuck with him levels of petty and dramatic LOL, but also have you seen how long and flowy this man’s hair and clothes are, Ceres how did you not notice?? Girl is you dumb??? 😂

Also I find adolphe being 25 while Ceres is 18 a little bit sus, and I’m really not a fan of the “big brother” figure becoming a love interest trope (I know they’re not blood related but still 😬). If Ankou had actually been a supernatural entity that was hundreds of years old, I would’ve been totally fine with that lmao, but him being Adolphe?? Mmmmm… mmmm unfortunately that’s a no from me, damn I’m actually kinda disappointed, just gonna make up something in my head and pretend that fact doesn’t exist 😔

I LOVE that all our boys + Jean(LOL) banded together in this route though!! Seeing them all alive made me so relieved oh my god 😭 wish we got a little bit more Lucas (yes I’m biased) but I get it, he’s too OP lmao, they literally had to nerf him with incurable anime disease before the game even started or else he’d be too much of a threat 💀

OH I FORGOT ABOUT HUGO LMAO, thanks for helping too, bud! I’m so glad you realize how Yvesexual you are in this final route!! 😂

Okay. I think that’s all the word vomit I have… tldr; Dahut is a short king, Salome kinda sucks to me, Ankou still >>> Adolphe (sorry Adolphe fans) and I wish there actually was a supernatural aspect, loved the squad of my boys + Jean helping out!

My personal character rankings now are Lucas > Jean(I know he’s not an LI just let me be delusional💀) > Ankou (took a hit being Adolphe but he’s so pretty it makes up for it) > Yves > Scien = Mathis > Adolphe

I’m still emotionally devastated but I’ll probably do the rest of the despair ends today and then all the salvation ends tomorrow/the day after depending on how long they take… I think I’ll just squeeze them all into one ramble lmao

Hoooo boy this was a doozy, still love the game despite my complaints, looking forward to being destroyed again by the salvation ends (I just know Lucas’s is gonna suck) 😂

[a-thousand-little-things]

*strumming a guitar in free-fall*

spider-kids, spider-kids, multiversal shenanigans in the vast, do some flips at least you’re not a mustelid

//this is an amazing song and I will accept no criticism whatsoever :3

CALL US SPIDER KIDS AGAIN AND I EAT THAT FUCKING GUITAR

AUAYGSHGHHSGGH

WHAT THE FUCK IS A MUSTELID

[anonymousbongos63]

This post is likely super rambly, but this is mostly documenting my current ideas and such. And, hey, it might catch someone's attention and seem interesting to them. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Undertale has me in a slight chokehold again after YEARS of not looking at a lot of fan content.

after looking at a few deep dives into some AUs, I remembered this one AU I made but never fully explored last year in March.

I think the initial idea for it was some time travel shenanigan shit? But that led me straight to a writer's block, so I scrapped it..... mainly cause I couldn't for the life of me remember what the initial idea was when I went back to look at it.

silly me, I didn't write anything down in a txt file like I usually do nowadays.

but that doesn't matter, because I have a different idea that sparks joy (ideas)

The working title for this AU is currently No Man's Tale or something to that effect? to my knowledge, no Undertale AU is named that. the undertale multiverse is extremely vast though, and I'm only really aware of the popular ones.

THE SETTING

The setting is essentially a cold but livable wasteland, the sky is always clouded likely due to pollution, civilisation is few and far between with wide empty deserts and the occasional establishment between each village, town, and city.

this is absolutely heavily inspired by Trigun, specifically Trigun Stampede.

As I delve more into the story, I intend to add my own spin on things, but there's only so much you can make original with a wasteland setting.

THE MAIN CHARACTERS

The story, as little as I have of it up in the ol' noggin, is mainly centred around this AUs Sans and "Frisk".

In this AU - as pictured in the image above - Sans is called MG and Marigold, and Frisk is replaced by Nat.

While both are pretty interesting in my opinion, I think Nat is more interesting in their character arc.

Nat tends toward violence in contrast to Frisk, who most fans depict as a pacifist.

Nat is neutral in most cases, but in times where it seems violence is needed, they are more likely to reach for the nearest improvised weapon.

The reason for this disposition, as explained above, is because they were a street rat prior to their meeting MG. AFTER they meet MG, suddenly everything they'd learnt about the world is pretty much chucked out the window. What do you mean someone can just- HELP you out of the blue? What do you mean they're not expecting anything in return?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T HAVE TO STAB EVERYTHING THAT LOOKS AT YOU FUNNY???

Because of this and the character arc it causes in Nat, this AU has suddenly taken over my brain.

Next is Mari! I may or may not redesign him again at some point, mainly cause I'm not the happiest with his design at the moment. But that's a future Bongos problem.

MG is much more optimistic in this AU, along with obviously being called Marigold instead of Sans. He's less kind out of the necessity of keeping a promise, and more so kind out of the necessity of keeping himself sane in a cold wasteland where almost everybody is ready to shank you at any given moment.

So, of course he's gonna care for the kid that just got their ass handed to them in a bar fight! ..........And why do they look like their having an existential crisis after he got Grillby to patch them up.

MG is also a mechanic and he has a car that he found in a junkyard one day, he fixed it up (which took him a while since he was a bit rusty at the craft by that point) and now it drives perfect.

And as we transition into what I'm cooking up in terms of story and how it would be formatted, here's MG's and Nat's original designs and old information.

THE STORY

In terms of story, I don't have much yet. But what I do have goes as such; MG and Nat meet at Grillby's Bar/Diner/Whatever I end up making it, and Nat gets into a bar fight after stealing a few fries off someone's plate. Nat gets their ass handed to them, and MG notices this. He trots on over and helps the kid up. Nat, at this point, is mildly confused.

Mari waves Grillby over and calls in a favour to get Nat patched up. Nat is a bit more confused by this stage.

Then, after already helping Nat enough by this AU's standard, Mari buys Nat some food. (He puts it on his tab.) Nat. Is confused.

Then, after all of that, MG offers to get the kid somewhere safe.

Nat is exceedingly confused. That's about it for the start of the whole story at the moment. As for how the story would be told, I think it would work best as a comic. Which I'm not extremely good at since I haven't made many comics, I haven't even made one that tells a full length story.

However, since I have an original story underway that I want to make into a comic, this story'll be my comic guinea pig.

The story would mainly be narration-less, with the exception of when it's needed to have a bit of character building.

This would mainly be in the form of Nat writing in a notebook MG gifted to them. At some point in the beginning of the story, MG gifts Nat an old notebook he dug out of the boot of his car. Some of the pages are ripped out, and it's clear something was written on them before they were ripped out. But the writings are illegible since the rest of the pages were missing.

I think this story would likely focus mainly on familial and platonic bonds, as well as the existentialism that comes with living in a wasteland and trying to be kind in a world that isn't.

It'll be good practice for me because a lot of my stories end up falling into the pair your spares trope.

That's all I have for this AU at the moment, I'll probably get around to designing the other characters at a later date, but it'll most likely be as I'm writing out the story and molding the world.

[dramatisperscnae]

Verses - Kyle Rayner

Verse: Last Green Lantern – Mainverse – After being given a ring and zero instruction by a short blue alien in a red robe behind a bar in L.A., Kyle Rayner has become the last Green Lantern in the universe. It’s taken some time, but he’s proven himself not only a worthy ring-bearer but a solid addition to Earth’s roster of heroes, having held his own against the likes of Mongul and Grayven as well as working with both the Titans and the Justice League.

Verse: Torchbearer - Kyle Rayner kept the flame of the Lanterns burning even after Parallax destroyed the Corps and forced Kyle to destroy Oa itself in order to stop him. When Oa was restored Kyle gave up the power of Ion, the purest embodiment of Willpower itself, in order to revive the Guardians and - one day - restore the Corps itself. That day has now come to pass. Kyle is no longer the last Green Lantern; he is the reason they can now once again patrol the universe. With the added powers of the Starheart granted him by Jennie Hayden in her last moments, together with his renewed abilities as Ion, Kyle has been chosen by the Guardians to be their Torchbearer in more than merely name. It is his title, however informal; he will safeguard their powers and that of the Corps, should the unthinkable ever happen again. To that end and due to his powers and abilities, Kyle - as much as he remains a Lantern of Sector 2814 - has no actively assigned sector; instead he is called upon by the Guardians to deal with the…odder missions that might require a more specific touch.

Verse: Honor Guard - During the Sinestro Corps War Kyle had the power of Ion forcibly stripped from him by Sinestro himself, who wasted no time at all in infecting Kyle with Parallax. With the aid of Hal Jordan Kyle managed to free himself, but his position as Ion was permanently removed as the entity was bestowed upon a Lantern recruit named Sodam Yat. Instead, Kyle has been reinstated as a member of the Honor Guard, partnered with Guy Gardner. Whether this is a good or bad decision remains to be seen.

Verse: Multiverse Shenanigans - Various one-off or temporary 'verses Every possibility exists somewhere; the multiverse is a vast and unpredictable place where anything can - and does - happen. Primarily used for one-shot AUs, with potential for them to become established verses if they seem to be sticking!

Verse: Souls Bound in Light - Halkyle soulmate AU with 1rstflight

Verse: Misfits Bound - Jaykyle soulmate AU with redvenante

More to come as I read more of his story. pls to have patience ^^;;