#there is such a thing as a tesseract

[katiekatdragon27]

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A.Tesseract: *Thunk*

A.Sphere: What the- Who are you???

Sometimes I like to think of an alternate reality to "A Heightlander's Escape" where, like in Sphereland, A. Sphere survived the war but was super shunned by everyone as a result and more so after learning about the reality of the 4th dimension.

In this reality, A. Tesseract meeting A. Sphere was a complete accident. She just intended to pass though, but miscalculated the area she was phasing through, and as a result getting caught by A. Sphere.

Since she never shows him the "real" 4th dimension, she looks like a floating growing and shrinking cube more than a 4D being. A.Sphere got flash-banged by the explosion and damaged on his right side, so he has glasses and a brace. (The glasses are only for reading tho)

Below are some "spoilers" kinda sorta for Sphereland. If you haven't read it, I highly recommend it, especially if you liked Flatland but thought the obsessive amount of misogyny was kinda wack (it's still sexist but it's like better-ish... Plz don't clip that-):

In the book, the Sphere visits Hexagon like 70 years after basically kidnapping and traumatizing his grandpa. So I guess taking people from their original plane of existence and spreading the gospel is only done every 1000 years because of ... principle?? Idk, it didn't make sense, but it makes me think.

Also the idea that the Sphere is so lonely and isolated that he decides to track down the grandkid of the dude he kidnapped jst so he had someone to vent to basically is both really funny and super-duper sweet. I love that for all of them honestly.

So that but A. Sphere and Hex's fam lol.

Mind you, Hex is a grandpa here and A. Sphere is like middle-aged (40s). Doen't halt hospitality tho, what a chad.

Also, these things are the greatest things ever. Everyone needs to like these things.

Have a good day chat and read Sphereland on the Internet Archive or smth.

[wheelercurse]

The Upside Down is a tesseract.

(time theory)

The writers tweeted a picture of the book Wrinkle in Time, which its title refers to a tesseract. You may ask, what's a tesseract? The basis is that a tesseract is a fifth dimension (the fourth dimension is time). Even in the book, to explain it, they use the same metaphor that they used in Stranger Things about the flea.

Here they're only using this concept to travel through dimensions. In ST, creating gates with so much power that tore space and time. And in the book, in a very similar way, to make a shortcut go to point A to point B.

We know that El has the power to create these gates, so Vecna is interested in her. And she also was the one who sent Henry to another dimension for the first time. But if you pay attention, this dimension didn't look like the Upside Down, so it makes me believe that these aren't the same place.

One is blue with spores and looks like Hawkins on November sixth, 1983, the day Willl disappeared (remember that the Duffers said this was important, and they will explain it in s5). And the other has warm colors and looks like a desert with many rocks.

My theory is that Will created the Upside Down while trying to hide from the Demogorgon. As in Wrinkle in Time, not everyone has the power of tesser. And Will manipulated time and space to create this fifth dimension.

We have seen how the Upside Down can affect the real world via the lights. They use light particles to communicate with others. A similar way that Interstellar uses the strings in the fifth dimension (also a tesseract). But in Stranger Things, they have only used it to communicate in the same period of time (the present), but what if there's a way to also communicate to other periods of time (the past)?

In Interstellar, the tesseract is an enormous structure used to communicate through gravity. Still, it's Copper's love for his daughter that allows him to see her in the past and communicate with her in this exact period. Because the premise of the movie is love transcends time and space.

ST also uses the trope of the power of love. So where I'm going with this? Our heroes will find a way to communicate with their past selves to try to prevent things, but I don't think they will be able to change the past even if they try.

My reason to believe that they will also play with time is that our villain literally has a clock motif and is obsessed with time. Also, there have been some references about time travel. And going back to season 1, the night Will disappeared, the lights in Mike's house were flickering. And the light in Will's bike also started to flicker, so he was able to notice the Demogorgon. Maybe it also was a warning. Still, if we continue with this theory, Vecna was living in the other dimension, not in the Upside Down, so he wasn't the one manipulating the lights because Will hadn't created it "yet." So who was behind the flickering? Our heroes in the future.

This isn't a new theory; I know this is the basis of flickergate. It's cute the idea that they were kissing in the Upside Down, but I think they were trying to prevent Will from leaving. Like in Interstellar, Cooper uses Morse code to send the message "STAY" But in both cases, they couldn't stop it.

Remember the iconic scene with Joyce and the Christmas lights, when she painted an alphabet, and someone warned her to RUN. Some people had questioned how Will was able to see the letters when the Upside Down was stuck on the day he disappeared. So, what if it wasn't the Will who was stuck in the UD and was someone from the future that was trying to save her (maybe Will but his future self).

There may be more examples of lights flickering, but these are the two that I remember right now.

Also, we know that Will could call his house via the phone. And in season 2, when they discovered that the way to defeat the Mindflayer was by closing the gate, the phone started to ring, so Will knew he was in the Byers' house. Maybe Vecna also will figure out how to use the Upside Down and try to intercept their plan, calling the house at that time.

Bonus: Arrival was in the s4 movie list inspiration. A movie that also plays with the concept that time is non-linear. The key to communicating with the aliens is understanding how they perceive time. You can read more about it in this analysis of the movie.

In conclusion: The Upside Down is a fifth dimension (a tesseract) where you can communicate with others dimensions, not only in the present.

[worstloki]

“You think you can make Loki tell us where the Tesseract is?” “I do not know. Loki's mind is far afield. It's not just power he craves, it's vengeance, upon me. There's no pain would prise his need from him.” “A lot of guys think that. Until the pain starts." No because Thanos literally didn’t get the Tesseract out of torturing Loki but he DID get it out of hurting Thor

[hey-there-22]

Wait, wait, wait, does the MCU fandom think Loki toke the Tesseract during Ragnarok because he wanted power/ old habits/ he is secretly in love with it?!

I had always assumed he used to escape from Asgard since, you know, IT WAS O FIRE.

[a-s-levynn]

Fighting to forgive yourself for being you

[caffiend-queen]

There’s No Saying Goodbye To Me: Final Chapter

Chapter Nine; We Have A Lot To Talk About

I can’t believe I finally fucking finished this thing! It was a one shot for a challenge from @sherrybaby14 like... two years ago. Thank you all for your patience and your enthusiasm. I hope you feel like this is a fitting end for the story.

Thank you a thousand times to the beautiful and clever @dangertoozmanykids101 for this wonderful, WONDERFUL GIF she made for this story. I love you, sister! 18+ warnings for a metric fuck ton of sex, m/m/f, and tons of profanity.

The beautiful and brilliant @dangertoozmanykids101​ just sent me the most magnificent song from this sultry, lounge-type singer who’s rather fabulous. She said she could hear this being sung during our girl’s final bout of sex with Steve and Bucky. Have a listen as you read...

Cara Emerald - I Belong To You In which saving the world and killing a Tesseract is trickier than one might think...

“How does this work again?”

You were stumbling over the rocks in the cavern behind the waterfall, the gems above you still glowing with that unearthly sheen that didn’t seem to need a light source to reflect it. Bucky was holding your hand, helping you step over some of the more significant tripping hazards.

“We can’t use any of your electronics to contact our worl-” Steve hesitated, “-the old world. The frequency there is slower. But the stones act as a conduit and we can amplify the signal here.”

You eyed the setup- a suspiciously simple device that looked like a phone and a huge monitor. “Did you bring this over with you?”

Bucky chuckled, leading you over to the screen, which was glowing with the same soft hue as the gems. “No, we learned that lesson. Everything that’s not organic- flesh, cotton, leather- fritzed out and exploded. Two of the first parallels showed up mostly naked and with second-degree burns. This is all jerry-rigged, but it works.”

“This is so voodoo…” you mumbled as the glowing screen morphed into an image of Nicholas Fury, whose eyepatch was on his right eye, rather than his left.

“So you’re the one who’s been causing all the problems,” he growled, not even bothering to greet Bucky and Steve.

“Sorry, Commander… Captain…?” You looked over for help and Steve supplied “General.”

“General Fury,” you corrected, “but getting kidnapped and white-roomed wasn’t my idea of a honeymoon.” He leaned closer to the screen, an even larger scowl digging into his features and you waved your hand. “However, let’s not waste time.” 

“If you think you have something we haven’t seen, this would be the time to share it.” He sounded cold and composed, like your Fury, but he was haggard, skin greyish and the room behind him was shabby, people in ragged uniforms or street clothes moving back and forth behind him, everyone with an air of urgency. Even the lighting seemed greyer.

“This came to mind after I understood that fire can take out the smoke entities. I’m sure you’ve tried every kind of flame and blast-based weaponry, but Steve-” you looked over to verify and he nodded, smiling at you, “-Steve told me they rebuild numbers by hiding in major bodies of water.”

“True,” Fury rubbed under his eyepatch with his thumb. “We tried chemical weapons, conventional weaponry, even wasted most of the Australian continent with a nuclear weapon, which poisoned the oceans up to Japan and through Malaysia and Indonesia. We launched nuclear weapons again in Russia at the biggest cluster of them we could target. Minimal damage. To the entities, at least. I’d like Stark to hear this but he’s rigging up an ariel explosion sequence right now.”

“Okay, hear me out, last month, I was reviewing some research documents for Director Fury about a new Thermite composition. Thermite is spectacular because it doesn’t need oxygen to burn-”

“Yes, yes,” Fury interrupted. “It has been extremely effective for us here, but since it forms its own vapor barrier, it cannot be used underwater.”

“There’s something new,” you cut in, and you could tell by his irritable face that people did not interrupt Fury. But you were all short on time. “The new Thermite research here utilized metastable intermolecular composites, which kept the high boiling point at 2887 Celsius. It burns underwater. You can set an endpoint by releasing nanothermites in a timed charge. I can access the research again- it’s not at such a high-security level that it will set off too many internal alarms. We can alter the composition by…what was it with Dr. Banner’s work? The key numbers were all exactly .05% off from our Earth’s formulas. I can correct the composition within minutes and I’m guessing you have all the metal components needed?”

There was something strange with Fury’s expression. On anyone else, you might assume it was cautious optimism, but you didn’t think he was familiar with that emotion. “We do.”

“General, if you can track the clusters, you can bomb the shit out of them from the air and block them from reproducing.” Your expression clouded, “But you will be superheating the body of water for about a mile around the detonation site. There’s going to be more marine life destruction. But… you have a chance.”

“I’ve never seen Fury speechless before,” Bucky whispered to Steve behind you. There was a low grunt which sounded like Steve had nailed him in the side with his elbow.

“How soon can you get it to us?” The general’s voice was hoarse with exhaustion. “Gentlemen, I don’t need to tell you how dire this is; the situation here has speeded up the Doomsday clock. You have to destroy the space fold and the vortex within the next twenty-four hours. Even if this new formula works, we can’t risk…” 

You looked at this even harder, colder version of your Director Fury, you watched the emotionless expressions of the people passing behind them. Of course, Steve and Bucky were harsher, even cruel, of course the other Avengers were. Their entire lives were spent fighting against the inevitable end.

Bucky and Steve shared a look. “What about Tony and Natasha?” 

“I’m getting them out of here within the next twelve hours, but we’re burning out the connection on our side. You have to be ready to handle it there. How big was the entity that got through the vortex?”

Bucky rubbed his face with both hands for a moment. “We got lucky. It was a baby. That must be how it slipped through the sensors.”

The men moved into some entity and astrophysics talk that you couldn’t follow with your exhausted brain already trying to put together the information you needed, so you jumped a little when Steve put an arm around you.

“Are you ready to head back to the house, sweetheart?”

And for the first time since he’d kidnapped you, that actually sounded like a good idea.

There was coffee, much coffee for the rest of the night, and you didn’t even notice the sun’s early rays washing the bay in front of the house with a golden sheen. You were lucky; they hadn’t changed your passwords in the Washington DC offices, which you personally thought was a little sloppy. But you got what you needed. The next meeting with Fury was terrifying. He was in a different location, and there were wounded being dragged by others who looked just as bad. He took the information you’d sent him and passed it to another aide without expression. 

“Tony and Natasha will be paralleling as soon as he checks the numbers here. They’re the last.”

“How many more were you able to get out,” Bucky asked. He looked stoic, but you could see him gritting his teeth.

“Only another 120 or so,” Fury said.

“But- they thought they could parallel another couple thousand people at least!” Steve protested.

Fury chuckled in the most humorless way you could imagine. “We’re down to one platform, Rogers. The rest of them were overrun by the entities. The workers detonated the platforms - and themselves - to keep the entities from reaching them.” His single eye focused on you. “Thank you for your service,” he nodded.

You gave a wet little chuckle, the enormity of it all was finally slamming into you like a punch to the heart. “I wish our Director Fury could have met you. I can only imagine how incendiary that meeting would be. I… I wish you the best.” You nodded firmly. ”This can work. I’m absolutely certain.”

“I am afraid we will not be able to update you, but I hope you’re right.”

Walking on the edge of the waterfall, looking down you remembered jumping off the rock ledge with Steve and screaming on the way down, not entirely sure how you would land. Your entire life felt that way right now. Steve and Bucky were still talking to Fury in low tones, their faces grim.

But walking back to the house, they were silent, slowing down as they approached the location of the vortex, staring into the dark mass of trees and vines.

“C’mon,” Steve finally says, “we all need to shower and get ready to…” He exchanges a long glance with Bucky and you feel your stomach churn. The look they’re giving each other is the bleak one Fury wore during your last discussion.

“Get ready to what?” Their long legs are carrying them away and you trot after them. “To do what?” 

By the time you reach the terrace, they’re both stripping down by the outside shower. Even though this place has been your prison, you instantly loved this set-up; a large space, glassed-in on three sides with a grey slate floor and multiple copper showerheads to flow in every direction. 

Pausing, you can’t help admiring the sheer beauty of these two. They may be heartless bastards, but you can understand why they were so hard. They’re softening in their treatment toward you, which gives you hope that there’s some humanity left. Steve said he’d send you back to Washington DC, but you can’t go back now. 

They’re both naked now, Bucky with his beautiful, bulky musculature and his glistening Vibraniam arm, and Steve with his perfectly sculpted body. His big, capable hands washing his hair, turning it darker from the water as the white suds slip over broad, tanned shoulders and down that chest you used to lick, trailing each abdominal muscle in his eight-pack with the tip of your tongue.

Shit. Your mouth is actually watering.

Marching over, you turn both showerheads to cold. It doesn’t even cause them to blink, still mechanically washing off the soot and filth from last night. “Okay…” you hiss, turning off the main switch to the outdoor system and blocking them from turning it back on. “Get ready to do what?” They share another glance and you yell this time. “Stop doing that having a conversation thingie with a mere glance! Tell me what the fuck is about to happen!”

Bucky’s long hair is dripping, and he pushes it out of his face. “Doll, we have to close the fold in space from our side here. And we have to destroy the vortex so nothing else can come through. It’s… Look, I think Steve is right to send you back to DC.”

“Well- well no, Bucky!” you spluttered, “it’s not right and I’m not going! I think I’ve proved that I can help with whatever the hell your earth is tossing into ours. If you two can get hurt, I can… I should be here, and I will help, so that-”

“Sweetheart.” Steve’s long-ass arms wrap around you from behind, and he bends his bulk over to rest his chin against your shoulder. “I was selfish to bring you here. I was stupid, trying to break you and wasting the time I might have had with you if I’d done this right. But the reality is, everything we planned on is gone. The entities are tearing through our defenses like tissue paper. We thought we had months, maybe years. It’s looking more like a few days.”

“But, I know the new Thermite composition will work! They can drive them back to the oceans and burn them inside out, it’ll work!”

His cheek brushed against yours as he spoke, and his golden stubble rasped against your cheek. “I know it will, sweetheart. It’s genius. But we’ll never know because we have to close any possible connection from here to there. And we don’t know if the detonations will…”

Steve’s voice drifted off, you’d never heard his firm, commanding voice weaken. He was never afraid to tell the harsh truth.

“Could this- could you two die trying to do this?” Your lungs felt like they were filled with lead, like it was impossible to draw a full breath.

Bucky sighed. “Yes.”

You don’t know what to say, so you turn the water back on, grab a big, soapy sponge and run it across Steve’s chest, swirling it around his nipples and down each sculpted arm. Lathering it up again, you wash Bucky’s back, putting a line of kisses against the thick knots of scar tissue where his shoulder meets his vibranium arm. Smiling at his impertinent grin, you run your fingers through his long hair, gently massaging his scalp and working the shampoo through each strand. Then, it’s back to Steve, soaping his exquisitely chiseled ass, squeezing each firm cheek with a little sigh. Long before you’d loved this man, you had loved this ass. Watching him run through the streets in Manhattan in those thin sweatpants? Oh, my god. 

Wait. That wasn’t this Steve, that was my St-. No, that Steve was never mine. You were a placeholder. But this Steve traveled through a parallel fold in space which was still freaking you the fuck out and you would need a more detailed explanation later but…

You realize your hands have slowed during your extended mental ramble, and they’re both looking at you with little grins. Not big ones, the kind you would want to smack right off their faces. Just… small ones. Like they enjoyed your weird little quirks. 

And then they take the soap, and the sponge, and their big, rough hands, and they clean you. Everywhere. Every crevice. You have never been so clean. You’re between them, pressed against Bucky’s chest, your head lolling against his shoulder. Steve is soapy, you’re soapy, and he’s rubbing himself hard against you. His thigh slides up between yours, and your knees instantly weaken, which… just pushes your center down on all those beautifully chiseled muscles.

Bucky, damn him, is kissing along your jaw, whispering filthy things. “You have no idea how gorgeous you look right now, your hips circling and pushing your pretty little pussy down hard on his leg.” You can feel him, hard and hot against the small of your back.

“You should probably kiss me,” you whisper to him even while having no idea why you’re whispering.

Bucky’s chest is shaking and you realize the little bastard is laughing. “Why are we whispering?” he whispers. His hands slide to your hips and he’s helping you move faster along the long, long thigh of Steve Rogers, who is currently cupping your breasts in his hands, rolling your nipples with the tips of his fingers and looking very interested.

“It's because my other boyfriend is right here,” you whisper back. “We wouldn’t want him to get jealous.’

Both these men pause, hardened, battle-tested, and fresh from the grim deathscape of their world. They look at you and just start howling. Laughing so hard that it squishes you even closer to them both and it feels wonderful.

“You’re right, doll,” Bucky wheezes, “we should get out of this shower and go make out in the bedroom. Maybe send Stevie here out for a gallon of milk or something.”

“I’m standing right here, asshole,” Steve points out, but he’s still laughing. And you can tell from the vague look of surprise on his beautiful face that it’s something that hasn’t happened for a long time. He takes the showerhead and rinses you all off, though he keeps it between your legs far longer than is necessary for actual cleanliness.

But when you’re all in the bedroom, naked and nobody’s laughing anymore. This could be your last time with one of them, or both. And the thought of it is somehow horrifying. You’d gone from hating and fearing them both to… you didn’t know… to at least understanding why they approached you the way they did.

Bucky slides in behind you, sitting up against the pillows and putting your legs over his long ones, which pulls them wider, running his hands along the soft skin of your inner thighs. He’s kissing your neck and whispering his dirty talk again, “Steve wants to worship your perfect pussy, see how hungry he is?”

Steve was, in fact, on his stomach and leaning in on his elbows, thick fingers spreading your lips wide as he blew gently on your exposed clitoris, making you yelp and try to pull away for a second. Wrapping his arms around your thighs - and Bucky’s, you have mentioned before Steve has the wingspan of a bald eagle - and you feel Bucky’s chest shake behind you. 

“I did not say that out loud!” You’re trying to hide your face and close your knees at the same time and they’re laughing and keeping you from doing either thing.

“Have I ever mentioned how much I love how chatty you are in bed?” Steve chuckles, kissing the thin skin of your thigh before nuzzling into your center again. The tip of his perfectly-shaped nose is rubbing against your clit and his tongue is hot and just… oh, god now he’s tunneling it up inside you and growling. Like a beast and it sets you off embarrassingly quickly. 

Bucky’s hands slide down to cup your breasts, idly running his thumbs over the sensitive skin in the crease where they meet your ribs. His hands enclose them completely, with room to spare and they’re so warm. You’re alternately turned on and then feeling nurtured and then back again. The second orgasm Steve is pulling out of you isn’t helping your complete lack of equilibrium as Bucky licks a line up your neck and murmurs to you about how beautiful you are when you come. How he wants to see it again, how your skin heats up like a furnace. 

Then Steve moves over you to push inside, but he pauses, looking at you and Bucky. “Would you…” he looks at him and then at you again, “do you want Bucky to fuck you?”

The awareness that you were lying here, between these two men and that there was going to be sex involved made you freeze for a moment, and behind you, you could feel Bucky’s body stiffen, too. Carefully extricating yourself from Steve’s long grasp, you turned around to straddle Bucky, running your fingers through his lovely, long hair. 

“I would love to fuck Bucky.” 

He grins up at you with that shameless smirk of his, one hand sliding to your hip, the other holding his cock up. You don’t look down. You’re already certain that he’s as huge as Steve, and you don’t want to psyche yourself out of this little game you’re all playing, so you plant your lips on his luscious ones and he kisses you, helping you slide down the length of his cock. Every time you’re certain you’d reached the end of him, there was more, and the silky tip of him was pressing rather insistently against your cervix. 

Seeing your slightly pinched expression, he laughs and grabs the back of your neck, pulling you down again for a warm, slow kiss. “You tell me when you’re ready.”

There’s a warmth against your back and Steve’s hand snakes around as he puts two fingers on your clitoris, gently circling it over and over until you feel your slick making his fingers slide around, sloppy and stroking between your lips, stroking your strained flesh gripping Bucky’s cock and moving up again to gather more on his fingertips.

“You look so perfect, sweetheart, so gorgeous straddling his cock, your nipples are tight, and you’re gasping for breath. So fucking beautiful.” 

Your hips move at the same speed as Steve’s fingers, circling and squeezing Bucky until he’s groaning like someone just shot him in the leg. “You’re terrorizing my dick, rolling your hips like that,” he wheezes, and you laugh, moving your hips counter-clockwise this time. 

His sculpted thighs tense as he pushes them up, nearly bouncing you off your perch on his cock, grinding against you, slowly rotating to rub against your clit, making your heartbeat abruptly speed up and you manage to gasp out, “Please, g- go ahead, I’m ready.”

Was that a triumphant grin on his gorgeous face? That self-satisfied son of a bitch! Lifting you off his cock, you both feel the pull of your center against it, reluctantly releasing from him inside you with a lewd ‘pop!’

“Lie down, Stevie.”

Your blond giant does as Bucky asks, laying back and reaching up to center you over his cock. What the-? You thought nervously, “Is this some scary sharing thing that will freak me out and-”

“Ohhhh, my god.” Your voice is deep and guttural and so unlike you, but Steve is sliding your pussy against his cock, it’s slick and shining and you know that’s from you as your lips spread around him, your sensitive nub bumping against the head of his cock with each pass. This time, Bucky straddles his legs from behind and kisses you between your shoulder blades. 

“I want to be back inside you, doll.” He bites your shoulder, hard enough to make you jump a little. “Are you okay?” 

Your brain is still with your pussy, which is sliding along Steve’s glistening cock, so you nod vigorously, trying to communicate that yes indeed, you would like that. You all pause for a moment as he pushes back inside you, trying to go slow, but you’re guessing by his white knuckles that’s easier said than done. 

“That’s it, doll,” Bucky whispers in your ear like the little devil he is, “open up. Let me in.” 

You’re pressed between these two huge, beautiful men, sweating from their combined heat but not even noticing because everything outside the motions of the three of you no longer exists. Wet slicks, along your thighs and theirs, you’re lightly sucking on Steve’s nipples and he gives an involuntary bucking up of his hips, which presses your clit hard against him and you come, squeezing against Bucky, who swears loudly, pushing his feet against the foot of the bed to stay inside you.

“I’m not coming,” he groans, “this feels too good! Stop riling her up with your magical dick!”

And you all start laughing, everything pushing and squeezing and slicking over other things. You all come together, Steve’s warmth shooting up between you, all the way to your breasts. Bucky growling and biting down on your shoulder as his cock swells impossibly larger and his heat bathes you. Your last orgasm squeezes him tightly enough to hold him inside.

There’s perfect, blissful almost-silence for a moment, the soft sound of the waves against the sand, a plaintive seagull, and the gasps from the three of you, trying to catch your breath.

Finally, Steve sighs, “We gotta get up. If Tony parallels and finds us like this, he will never let us live it down.”

“Really?” you ask teasingly, resting your chin on his chest, Bucky’s weight heavy on your back and feeling perfect. “There’s actually something that makes Stern Steve Rogers shy?”

He puts a forearm over his eyes, it’s perfectly muscled and sun-bronzed. “You don’t know Tony, he’s just such a-”

“I don’t,” you said, suddenly sad. “Not really. By the time he made it back to Earth, he was in terrible shape. He didn’t mentally have room to handle more people, that’s what Pepper told me.”

They were silent, Steve’s thumb rubbing your cheek, and Bucky’s fingers threading through your tangled hair.

“Is your Tony not as… I dunno, not as fragile?”

“He’s kind of a bastard,” Bucky says thoughtfully.

It’s not like you can help it, bursting into laughter. “Pot, meet kettle.”

Then, they’re laughing, and all that slipping around makes them hard again and this time, they find a new way to worship you, Steve pounding inside you and Bucky giving you his dirty talk.

“I want to help!”

“Honey, I know you do.” Steve rubs your arms, “But this is all demolition. No one’s ever tried to destroy the Tesseract, it seems insane even thinking about it. And the quantum physics needed to implode the vortex, Bucky and Tony have to do this right.”

You’re thinking, a frown settling between your eyebrows. “I’m sure Tony has the right calculations for the other side, but did you allow for the .05% differential on this side?”

“Goddamnit,” groaned Bucky, “this shit is going to kill us, I swear.”

“It just might!” Steve snarled, “So stop joking around, this isn’t funny.”

“Okay, both of you stop, I’m squished between you again but this time it is not enjoyable.” You blew an errant bit of hair off your face. “Do you want to check with Tony or have me work the sequence code?”

No one is smiling now. This is a life-altering decision for not just one, but two Earths. And even with the Snap, yours has no fucking idea what was about to hit it if anything goes wrong.

Putting his hands behind his head and pacing, Steve said, “Let me contact Banner, he communicated with Tony last. Natasha and Tony are paralleling, I can’t reach them.”

You had been so disgusted with Dr. Banner, but knowing he wasn’t your Dr. Banner made it seem less of a betrayal when he refused to help you. This was all too confusing to hold a grudge.

The three of you paced, passing by each other and staring at the sunset. When it was time, Steve said, “Please stay here. Not because we want to keep you out of danger, because if something goes wrong with either of us - if Tony and Natasha can’t cross - it’s you. You’re our failsafe.”

You latched on to him, holding his beautiful face and kissing him fiercely. “Nothing will go wrong. You’re Steve and Bucky.” Turning to Bucky, you attacked him with the same zeal. “You both come back. Okay?” They cross the white sand beach and melt into the treeline, disappearing from view.

“Okay, okay, okay…” You’re mumbling to yourself, repeating all your instructions to keep from screaming. “If Bucky and Natasha don't come back, I have to set off the secondary particle accelerator. If Steve and Tony don’t come back, I… Oh, fuck.” Sitting down abruptly on the stone floor of the terrace, you stare out at the waves, made bloody by the crimson rays of the setting sun. It felt like the worst of bad omens. You were terrified of that stone hollow behind the waterfall, of the giant, eerie gemstones and that giant one squatting in the back of the cave like a particularly malevolent spider. The Infinity Stones here were something of incalculable power. They nearly killed Banner, even in his Hulk stage. They had killed Tony. The Tony from here. 

“Fuck this is so confusing!” You’re shrieking up at the early stars, seagulls who stare at you disapprovingly.

You can feel it when the vortex is collapsing, the hum, that fucking hum that made the fillings in your teeth rattle, the hum that made you want to weep tears of blood- it gets stronger, and more shrill and then deeper and soon the stones of the terrace are rattling and you’re fucking terrified. Curling up with your hands over your ears, you rock back and forth desperately praying it’ll be over soon.

“...Sweet..rt…you… th..e …ple…” It’s Steve on the two-way radio, the static obscuring every other word.

Seizing the device, you press the button, “I’m here, I’m here, Steve are you okay?”

“...S… no… wor…ng…need …y…”

Oh, fuck oh fuck oh fuck… you think, delirious with terror. “I’m here,” you wheeze, “I’m coming!”

You’re flying across the sand, bare feet pounding and going faster than you can believe it, but that’s what acute terror and fear for your loved one’s life can do to you. You realize what you just said; love. I’ll think about that later, you nod, I’ll just put that on the back burner because I’m probably going to die right now.

Scrambling up the rocks, you can see the wild rotation of the light inside, oscillating from green to blue and back again, and then most concerningly, a sickly yellow, like something diseased and dripping pus. Scooting around the waterfall, you nearly scream as you trip over something. That something is Tony- the other Tony and his skin is sheet-white and there’s red sores blooming all over his face and hands, blood dripping from his ear. 

‘Where’s Steve!” You put your hand under his head, trying to lift it. Another pulse of light shoots through the cavern and Tony screams soundlessly. His fingers are trembling, trying to point, and you see Steve.

His massive body looks like it’s… oh, fuck, like it’s bubbling? Parts are bulging, others are collapsing in and the red sores are blooming like malignant flowers on his skin. He’s still trying to reflect the nauseating glow of the Tesseract with gems he’s torn from the stone ceiling, and he collapses to his knees as you run over, sapphires dropping from his slack fingers.

“Steve, oh fuck honey, Steve what do I do?”

His eyes are swollen, so bloodshot the blue is gone, he tries to tell you, he tries but his eyes roll back and close with a terrifying finality.

You always operated better from fury than fear, or heartbreak.

“You motherfucker!” You scream at the square monstrosity, immovable and unharmed, feeling like it was waiting for you. “Fuck you, man! You need to go, you fucking asshole! You don’t belong here!” Mindlessly seizing precious stones from the rock, you throw them impotently at the cube, screaming your lungs out. You don’t seem to be getting torn up like the men were, and you hurl the sapphires with all your strength.

There’s a crack in the corner of the Tesseract, just a little one but the colors start rotating faster. 

“A crack…” you wheeze as it feels like a goddamn lightbulb just lit up your terrified brain. “Fuck you and everything about you!” You’re prying out the biggest sapphires, ignoring your bleeding fingers and hurling them, one after another hitting the cube over and over, getting closer than you ever thought you’d be brave enough to do, gathering more and hitting it again, there’s more cracks now and the yellowish, sickly light is dripping - it looks like it’s dripping but not like liquid but at this point you have no fucking idea because you’re still screaming and throwing sapphires the size of your fist until the cracks in the Tesseract all glow with the monstrous yellow light and then the thing doesn’t explode all over the way you’d expect, it implodes - it squeezes inside itself and twists and folds until there’s nothing left.

But the spiteful little bitch does have a farewell “fuck you,” because chunks of rock are falling from the walls and the ceiling of the cave and a hand grabs you from behind.

Screaming, you whirl around with a chunk of sapphire held high to bludgeon whatever touched you but it’s Steve, and he looks so much better, like he’s healing right in front of you. And his mouth is moving.

“What?” you shout.

“WE HAVE TO GO NOW!” Steve’s shouting and you nod.

“Oh, okay.”

He slings one of Tony’s arms over his shoulder and the other over yours, and you all stagger out of the cave to find that the rock outcropping you use to climb is gone.

“I hope you can swim, Tony!” you shout, and you leap, still not knowing where you were going to land.

Natasha, ironically, is nice. Nicer in certain ways that this Earth’s Natasha wasn’t, but you had, and have a little girl crush going for both of them, then and now.

“Are you absorbing all of this?” Her red hair is glowing in the moonlight, her head tilted curiously.

“Yeah, I…” you shake your head, “no. I’m so freaked out that I can’t begin to put all the pieces together in the right order, but…”

You’re showered and clean, like Steve and Tony, who are both deeply asleep. Natasha examined them impassively and told you they’d be fine in the morning.

Bucky was showering now, and you could hear him singing. 

“That fucking lunatic is singing?” Shaking your head, you marveled at his sheer insouciance. “Singing. After the vortex murder thing and how you two still have teeth left in your mouth I do not know.”

She chuckled, but the smile slipped from her lovely face. ‘Tony was so excited about your Thermite formula. Do you think it worked?”

Sipping from your wine glass, you nodded. “I think so. I believe it will. It was just right. That flame can chase those fuckers wherever they try to burrow.”

“Good,” she says with a savage sort of satisfaction.

“Why didn’t the Tesseract try to kill me the way it took down Tony and Steve?” You were still mulling that one over. You… and one of the most terrifying sources of power and you killed it by throwing stuff at it?

“I think I know.” Bucky plopped down next to you in only his towel, drops of water dripping off his broad chest. He threw an arm over your shoulder and Natasha rolled her eyes. 

“I knew it. You are just-”

“Wait,” you held your hand up. “Bucky, finish what you were saying.”

“The Tesseract - our Tesseract, anyway - isn’t from here, and maybe that protected you. But I think you were the only one from either world who could have destroyed it.”

Your brow furrowed, “Why me?”

“You were the failsafe, doll,” he smiled tenderly at you. “You were our living, breathing failsafe, the only human who didn’t have a match on our Earth. You were the only thing not mirrored on our Earth.”

“I’ll be damned,” mused Natasha, “you are absolutely right.”

There’s some kind of alarm you haven’t heard before that’s suddenly shrieking at a really annoying intensity.

“What the fuck is that!” Shooting out of your deck chair, you turn in a circle. “Could the entities have found a new way in? Oh, fuck!”

“She says fuck a lot when she’s anxious,” Bucky explains to Natasha, who nods wisely. “Doll, it’s a perimeter alarm. Someone’s landed on the island.”

You sigh. “Fury. Has to be.”

You’re correct, and when Director Fury comes raging over the sand with a complement of operatives, you’re the only one standing on the terrace. “He will so shoot you at first glance,” you’d persuaded Bucky. “And he knows our Natasha is gone. Let me sort this out.”

Surprisingly, Bucky agrees with you and pulls Natasha inside the house.

“Finally!” Fury shouts at you. One might think he was ready to shoot you, but you knew this was his relieved shouting. “What the fuck is going on here!”

“Director, welcome to Half Moon Key,” you say, feeling sympathetic over his utter confusion. “Come and sit down, please. We have a lot to talk about.”

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[ecruvian]

I stopped posting tiny monsters a while ago, so I might as well use this blog to talk about other stuff!

Like the first draft of the stupidest TTRPG resource of all time.

Coming out as soon as I hear back from my alpha readers and can give it a good, thorough edit.

[daincrediblegg]

I wish I knew anything about resin craft. I want to make a replica prime radiant so bad

[lighthouseas]

reminder that the frequency for the tesseract is love !!!! btw !!!!!!!!

[naradreamscape]

I'm supposed to be detoxing from Mission Earth right now, but I can no longer withhold a significant piece of information I recently acquired: Galaxy Press is currently remaking the audio drama. They claim it's going to have "almost 900 actors" and be more accurate to the original books

[katiekatdragon27]

Y'all can't cage my cringe! *starts breakdancing and explodes*

Oookayy, this is gonna be interesting to explain lol.

SO! My siblings (@rainbow-wolf120) and I have gotten back into DND recently and we unanimously decided to base our characters on our latest fixations. That means we have a halfling bard/thief Rayman clone, a dwarf fighter Skylanders fusion, and a human cleric AU A. Sphere lol.

However, I decided to take some liberties with him and instead of using his canon movie personality for the character, I used his personality and design for post-"A Heightlander's Escape" (yes, my flatland 4th dimension AU has a name now lol, feel free to refer to it as either idc.)

More lore below lol (note: there is like a whole story synopsis, and it is very long):

First off, backstory.

A. Sphere (or Abel Spherious as he is refed to in this campaign) was a very powerful cleric of dimensionality. He was incredibly gifted with magic at a very young age, so his grandfather proposed he joined the ministry to continue his magic evolution. Although he did not truly believe in there being higher dimensions than his own, he would do the usual rituals and sacrifices to maintain his phenomenal power. He even tried to teach lower dimensional being the 3D dimension to gain more favor of this supposed 4th dimensional god, but little did he know that was his downfall.

Abel's old kingdom had been attempting to deal with the "flatlander" ecosystem that was just on the outskirts of town. Labeled "Flatland," some wanted it preserved, others wanted it wiped out. The ministry would henceforth pray on the issue in hopes of some divine intervention that would give a clear answer to this dilemma. However, Abel was not one to wait on answers from gods he did not believe in.

Taking matters into his own hands, the Head Cleric decided to make contact with these aquatic flat creatures one-on-one attempting to prove that they were more intelligent than the public gave them credit for. Needless to say, it went poorly.

Desperate to spread this ideology and save these creatures, Abel did something you were never supposed to do; pull a 2D creature into a 3D world. He completed his goal of by teaching a small square lawyer of the 3D gospel, but the news spread like wildfire, leading to fear, disgust, and unbridled anger towards both the flatlander and Abel. After going to royal court with his square companion, he was ex-communicated from the ministry and lost his status as Head Cleric. It was there that war was declared by their rival kingdom that wanted Flatland exterminated.

As the war broke out, Abel did everything in his power to ensure that the flatlander (who he had started calling "Anthony") got back to Flatland safely, even at the cost of the cleric's own life. As a massive fire raged through the forest where Flatland was held, Abel fled with Anthony to get the little square stabilized back in his home environment.

Abel's efforts paid off, getting the square back in the lake just in the nick of time, but Abel ended up engulfed in flames, accepting his death as his actions caused this whole mess in the first place.

However, his efforts did not go unnoticed. Just before Abel was completely consumed, a young 4th dimensional goddess, the Tender-hearted Angelica, scooped him up and saved his life.

The two's relationship started very rocky. Angelica knew that Abel was supposed to die in that forest, but she intervened. If she was found out by their superiors, they were sure to get more than an earful. With the possible chance of being executed for saving this unworthy cleric, she takes Abel to a pocket dimension up in space. She gives him an angelic halo that allows for him to breath freely with little consequence.

Abel was very angry and sad for the few weeks his spent in the 4th dimension. Having basically lost everything, he felt that there was nothing left for him and that still living was meant to be a cruel joke just to punish him farther for going against these powerful gods and using their magic without deserving it. However, Angelica keeps insisting that he did deserve to live, but not as a punishment. Instead, he was meant to expose the hypocrisy in the teachings of the ministry and recreate a new one with the proper values (much like what Abel told Anthony when showing him 3D).

As the two spend more time together hiding from other 4D gods in the pocket dimension, they get closer and eventually become very close friends. They learn that they have more in common that initially thought, with their wishes to teach and preserve dimensional beings others may deem as disgusting and deplorable. They also learn that they have a common connection in Spherious (Abel's grandfather and Angelica's first real apostle).

If given the opportunity, Angelica would have gladly kept Abel in this pocket dimension to provide her company, but a mission is a mission. It needed to be completed.

After the war had ended, leaving both kingdoms in ruin, Angelica decided to finally bring Abel back to Earth. They briefly explained Abel's mission to him one more time. As Abel shows his understanding, Angelica provided him with a gift of companionship. Using her divinity, she managed to track down the "Anthony" Abel spoke very fondly of. They granted the square a blessing that allowed him to be out of the water and accompany Abel in his travels.

As a last parting gift, Angelica blessed the halo still around Abel's head with magic properties that allowed him to be a cleric once again. He was no longer part of a church, but with the favor of this goddess, he could still do his magic. It was significantly weaker for a plethora of reasons, but it was better than nothing. Although Angelica did not want Abel to dedicate his life to her, they did want him to send her updates on his mission by burning letters during his rituals for her.

As of now, Abel has joined this rag-tag group of adventurers into the unknown after living in the woods for a couple months. He is still needs to complete his mission, so maybe Chipa Chapa and Brawler Dude (yes my siblings named their dnd characters these shush) can help him out.

Second off, design choices.

Like my last post on "A Heightlander's Escape", Abel still has the eye scar. However, when he was brought down to Earth once again, he was placed down "on the wrong side", so his scar switched sides.

Also, since Abel isn't transparent, the scaring is actually visible and impacts his ability to hold things and walk and stuff. His right hand can no longer use magic, but it is able to use weapons, hence the mace. The glove he wears on that hand helps with gripping and preventing blisters. His left hand is still able to use magic, although it is much weaker than before he went into the heavenly 4th dimension. He is working hard to get back to his stronger original self.

The halo was first used for breathing, but then changed to be a magic amplifier. Without it, Abel cannot use any sort of magic. He has a mace for when his magic fails (which is common now) and a shield for protection.

Abel original "priestly" outfit was basically destroyed in the fire, so Angelica decided to help him make a new one, which explains the major contrast (but still similar design) between the two.

All the other design choices were because I thought it looked cool. I think he deserves it after all the shit I put him through.

Also, Anthony sits in Abel's cloak fluff. Its soft and assists in Anthony's sensitivity to gravitational forces.

Third off, A. Sphere and A. Square;s friedship.

These two as so similar in motivation now. At first, the meeting was transitional. I do something for you so you do something for me kinda deal. However, the two learned that they get along incredibly well, and when Abel comes back from 4D, realizes he is the farthest thing from a god and beings treating Antony more as a partner than a subject.

Anthony still "worships" Abel and all his powerful magic but knows that Abel is not the god his initially thought he was. Although he failed his mission on spreading the 3D gospel (and low-key dying oof), he can definitely be there for Abel's mission. He is there to be supportive, and that is what he will do. Maybe he'll learn some spells of his own too lol.

They are very much friends here. Imagine a witch and her familiar lol.

More on A. Square.

In this world, Flatlanders are very fishlike. They still represent amoebas, but they have little fins on their arm and legs, and they make fish croaking sounds to communicate. Some can even be as loud as frogs, but that is pretty uncommon.

Mini Update: I've thought about it more, and I lied about flatlanders not being as loud as frogs. Women are as loud as frogs regularly and sometimes louder. Thanks cilekixxes 👍

They cannot truly learn a language other than the croaking. They can learn tone of voice and what it means, or they can pick up on certain sounds and do tasks. You cannot have an "intelligent conversation" with them without magic. Through magic, 3D beings can properly communicate with 2D beings, although there could be accent barriers that magic cannot translate.

Also, Anthony has a head injury from trying to share the gospel. While concussed, he gets into the crossfires of war and sort of dies (c'mon, most of you have seen the movie). When the light speaks to him, it is actually Angelica granting her blessing to him.

Although he does miss his family, he would not have made it there anyway without divine intervention. Angelica lets him say his last goodbyes to his family after explaining the situation. After some back and forth, an understanding is reached, and Anthony joins Abel's journey. His family is granted a blessing of protection from the war conflict and a prosperous future.

Geez this was a lot of writing. Thank you so much if you made it to the end, you're a real one. All of A. Sphere's AU lore will be explained in a later post outside of this DnD campaign, but this AU of an AU follows the original premise essentially.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask! I love this story to an unhealthy degree lol so people showing interest really boosts my morale.

Expect more "A Heightlander's Escape" (both fanon and canon) in the future. Have a lovely day fellas :)

[citylitlena]

I’ve only just got back on Tumblr (and was never on much in the first place)

Given this, I’m slightly intimidated that if I click this option to the right of my screen, I’ll be embarking on an adventure like Bilbo Baggins and shall return changed to find my relatives selling my stuff.

What’s ‘explore all of tumblr’ like, for those who have?

[worstloki]

keep thinking about tess babytrapping loki like as in the tesseract just turns into a baby like here you go this is yours now take care of it as it is alive!!!!!

[miyawaki]

i finally understand plastic umbrella by cix wtf its so cute

[a-s-levynn]

I finally got around to listen to an interview done with Amos Williams a few months back and yeah. Just yeah:

"My brain is at it's calmest when the situation is fucked up. Like, i'm literally, if things are all falling to crap, that's when i'm kind of in the zone. When everything is working and everything is peaceful.. -i mean this is an example of anxiety more than anything but- this is.. does stem from a fact that there is a masking happening. Because you learned to cope with scenarios and you've learned to hide this, because people don't appreciate that there is a chaos inside that isn't shown on the outside."

[cuddles-with-dragons]

shitload of MCU doodles

astonished and flabbergasted

blurrket

pizza dog is amazing

florida loki

a flerken i guess

pizza dog + kate's bow

sylvie my beloved

remember those guys that got shrunk in hawkeye?

he is groot

ronin sword

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