#unaverse

[animaginaryartblog]

[Image ID: a digital drawing of a plush toy beagle running in a grassy field under a blue sky. The beagle is red-orange, with a white underbelly and paws and a black "saddle" on her back. There is a colorful pink-and-blue brand on the bottom of her front left paw. Her tail is a faded piece of red felt with a black tip, sewn onto her body with black thread. Her right ear has also been sewn in place. Her eyes are round and dark purple in color. She has a mischievous grin on her face and seems to be looking at something behind and to the side of her. /End ID]

OCtober #2! This is my girl Cendy, an animated plush beagle who's the star of a fantasy book I'm working on. She's a mischievous little goober with a penchant for getting herself and her friends into trouble. More info under the cut:

Cendy's a very old character of mine. She's based on a Webkinz Beagle I had when I was... four? five? I started formulating her story when I was six. Naturally, it and she have both changed a lot over the years. For this latest revamp I wanted to lean more into her plush toy nature. I found references of different actual beagle plushes (shoutout to @plushieanimals and @littleguymart, lots of good inspo and cute plushies to be found there!)

I used a (free to use) photo of felt to add a bit of texture to this drawing. You'll see in the next few OCtober drawings that I started really experimenting with texture, though this is the only one I used an image for; the rest are Procreate brushes.

I'm currently in the process of rewriting the novel Cendy stars in (it's called Missing right now, though that might change), so expect to see more of her and the universe she comes from.

Here are some of the preliminary concept sketches I did to try and figure out her new design:

[mutantmuses]

You know my days/nights would be going so well. like so well, like i am happy, laughing and having a great old time.

Then i remember something, something that hurts so much. I remember the fact that Wanda loses her twin, husband and children and at some point her own life.....Y'all are welcome. now we shall all be in pain together.

[hwestil]

This chapter was excellent

Tushin and Nicholas interacting, A+ crossover event

Tushin looking at Andrew intently then thanking him for saving him, A+

Andrew being massively disappointed by everything, but I think part of it is just being around officers clearly lying about their bravery who laugh at Tushin's clumsiness and anxiety and sit there silent when Tushin gets scolded for bullshit reasons when Andrew knows how brave Tushin is, and yet Tushin is also absolutely not the dashing image of what a capable officer should be and hardly even speaks up for himself, A+

And ending on Nicholas being extra pathetic and pitiful - I want to wrap him in bandages and blankets and tuck him back into his bed at home, A+

[most-magnificent-mspfa]

Coolest and newest fanvenbture.........? [Preliminaries]

Read CANC2:BF here | Read CANWC Here

CANC2:BF: "canwc retelling of homestuck^2"

had nothing listed as to *why* it was liked.

CANCW: "4 kids habv play a game to make a unaverse and some other things hapen too.' and good god do some other things hapen." "things go very, very wrong"

its not just 'homestuck but shit,' its so much more the central conflict is genuinely really interesting. like, the paradox space canwc takes place in is by default shit. that is its default state. roze lallonk was 'enhanced.' rose lalonde is, from the perspective of jhon and hecka and so on, an eldritch being that they cannot properly comprehend, and she wants to make them like that too. from her perspective, this is an improvement! from the perspective of like everyone else, thats a kind of horrifying prospect! but if they were to be 'enhanced,' they would almost certainly agree that it is an improvement, and godhead aradia proves this - "it feels like ive just woken up fr0m some kind of very l0ng and absurd nightmare". its a really interesting ethical dillema! and its still running on reader commands, unlike SOME web comics of the LAME and OLD sort…

it's silly :)

[heaven-s-black-box]

System start up...

Enter password...

***********

Password accepted

Welcome intern, please see the head researcher's letter below or click here to navigate to the introduction. Rules can be found here.

Requests are OPEN, headcanons only, please check the rules and here.

Welcome to heaven's lab, where we recover stories from universal black boxes left behind once that unaverse has reached its end. I'm researcher S, the head of the recovery unit here.

On occasion we will collaborate with other researchers (requests), but please feel free to use the suggestion box even between collaborations.

Please see the directory below to find entries:

Ace Attorney

Ace of the Diamond

Blue Lock

Bungo Stray Dogs

Dr. Stone

Free!

Genshin Impact

Given

Haikyuu!

Honkai Star Rail

Kuroko no Basket

MCYT

Red vs. Blue

Seraph of the End

Star Wars

Supernatural

Tokyo Revengers

Unlisted

Interesting... it seems a rift has open and stories from unaccounted for worlds have appeared...

Logs from the Rift

One night, you stumble across a locked file in the archives. A warning appears when you try to open it. It would be wise to head the warning, but no one's around to stop you and the head researcher knows that telling you off isn't going to do anything. (She knows, she was in your shoes once too)

Locked Entries

[biwi23]

fun fact in the spider ham unaverse the black suit story line happened because the bee-yonder wanted to give him drip

[jonathancraneslastbraincell]

Haven’t posted in a while thought I’d pop in and say hi to the girls, the gays, and the they’s

❤️🧡🤍💖💜

ft. A selfie from my job

More photos of adventures and art to come soon buddy’s!

[d-e-x-t-r-o-m-e-t-h-o-r-p-h-a-n]

[nezumitoo]

Of all my Novistars, these four are my absolute fav ladies. I adore them all, but I especially love these four 😍💕 #novistars #collections #mycollections #tpys #toysofinstagram #malitasker #justinahour #unaverse #orbitbeach #supernovas #frostinasprinkles #kawaii #cutetoys #love

[animaginaryartblog]

sometimes you're bored at work and you draw your blorbo but then you realize Yami "Yugioh" Yugi is really hard to draw so instead you draw your OC, which is probably what you should have been doing in the first place, but unfortunately you have chronic Yu-Gi-Oh! brainrot.

anyway, dog

[advernia]

HOW WILL YOU SPEND THIS WEEKEND?

ONE —

Clipboard and checklist, check. A pitcher of water and a glass beside it, check. Pen and markers, check. Satisfied that everything was in order, Azul nods and reaches inside the large box set on the counter. He takes out the first thing his fingers take a hold of and voila - he takes out a transparent circular bottle, made of glass and inside an amber-hued powder sparkles under the light.

Taking off the bottle's cork, Azul takes a sniff of it briefly, a faint sweet smell tingling his nose. Putting the cork aside, he now brings the bottle's mouth closer to his nose.

Sweet indeed, he supposes, but there's something else stronger to the scent - spice-like, even, if he had to put a word for it. The scent tickles his nose in an unaversive manner despite its potent fragrance, and it carried an earthy quality to it as well. Breathing it in, if he wasn't imagining things, also brought a warmth to his nostrils as well.

"Rajan cinnamon, perhaps," Azul mutters to himself, setting the bottle on the counter and returning the cork back to its mouth. He skims over the checklist, finds the section on cinnamon quickly. "Its warming quality appears to be quite potent, but this should be better tested through actual cooking than tasting the powder itself..."

TWO —

Sebek is staring.

Epel's not really sure what was worse: the weight of Sebek's gaze, or a Sebek with nothing to say. Maybe the latter, Epel decides. Sebek stood out as someone that always had something to say and was definitely not shy about voicing it out. By voicing though, it meant booming at maximum volume possible.

Was that effective communication? Who knows - Sebek's lack of an indoor voice didn't seem to bother Sebek himself and his Diasomnia dorm mates seem to be living with that fact too, so maybe it was okay. Probably keeps them on their toes. Like a human alarm clock or megaphone or... something.

Anyway. A guy like that not talking? Definitely weird. But Epel wasn't here to talk to Sebek, and he'd imagine it goes vice-versa.

Finally done with scooping up a small bag of what he needs, Epel stands up and ties the bag securely before keeping it at an arm's length. Sevens bless him if this would stick on him - Vil would definitely go full madman and Epel would never hear the end of it even past dinnertime.

The mere thought of Vil's scolding tone sends a shiver down Epel's spine, distracts him long enough not to notice that Sebek had approached and was now just a few steps behind him.

"Epel Felmier," Sebek says, "what exactly do you need that horse manure for?"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh!"

THREE —

"Are you faring well over there, Chevalier des Roses?"

"I thought I told you to... you know what? Never mind."

"Ah, no need to hesitate! Do you find difficulty in reaching the highest shelves? If so, I can lend you the stepladder as I am done with my own share of the shelves."

"Hm... If you don't mind, then sure - I'll take the stepladder."

"Certainly! Do wait a moment and... here you go."

"Thanks. I've realized it only now, but... cleaning the Alchemy Lab is quite a chore without any magic."

"A fair observation! This lab carries a great amount of varied specialized equipment and an impressive array of materials, be it from mineral to herb to liquid and so on and so forth... it is no wonder that cleaning such a place would require both intensive and thorough effort!"

"You know all the stuff here is fragile and you still carry out your experiments?"

"But Chevalier des Roses! A surge of creativity now and then for the Science Club can encourage our newest members to also try their hand at the wonders of creation rather than simply following traditional manuals and heeding the usual instruction, don't you agree?"

"... That sounds nice, but how about we start by teaching the freshmen on how not to make things explode and not to get punished for making mistakes instead?"

FOUR —

"I don't know who - ah, wait, wait..."

Putting a finger to the pause button, Cater picks off the pencil tangled onto his hair and scrawls something on the sheet in front of him. Should he try something a little higher, or go along with the original tune? He could go a little higher, but if he did... he writes a few more notes before settling the pencil back onto his hair, then he reaches for his phone set on a stand on his desk.

Pushing the seeker a good twenty seconds back, he breathes in before pressing play again.

A tune flows into the room as soon as he does, absent of vocals.

"My hands were shaking in my pockets, but now I'll take you by the hand and lead you away — "

Hm, not bad. Another visit to the pause button, then he runs the lyrics right by him again, going around in different tunes. "My hands were shaking in pockets... mm, my hands were shaking in my pockets... My hands were shaking in my pockets... oh."

Pencil out of his hair, he puts down a review of the three pitches he just tested. First one: too high. Second: same as the original. Third: lower than usual, but feels easier to sing. Cater rereads the notes he had just written, then he grins.

"Alrighty~ we're making good progress!"

1: no dupe lmao! here's everyone's context:

azul -> a thorough analysis of some... generously donated resources.

epel -> gotta fertilize 'em plants... (see: epel lab coat card)

rook -> to an endeavor most rewarding!

cater -> practice, practice, practice! (see: lilia ceremonial robes card)

[prechy0000]

#unamarca #unaidentidad #unaidea #unproyecto #unaunicapieza #unaversion #unfituroemprendiendo #unmomento #uninstante #unlugar #unregalo #unatiendaonline #www.novoartess.org #creacionesexclusivas (en Brion, Galicia, Spain) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2Fh_oLILfm/?igshid=1qe2ztl178p4n

[entirelydeadinside]

"I control the Chaos."

I love this line so much. Bc, just reading it, it looks really cheesy and dramatic, and it sounds really cheesy in my head.

But in the context of the show? Its used brilliantly. And it is delivered Perfectly. It gives me chills everytime i watch this episode.

Recipe for distaste starts with Strickler giving his history lesson and he's all "you control the chaos you control the game" and by the end of it he's got jim trapped on like 4 different sides: hes in kahoots with notenrique whos proven to be disloyal and unaversive to hurtingpeople including jims allies and his own familiars family, hes planted a fake amulet which ensures jim cant armor up taking away not only his means of protection against bodily harm but also his main weapon that hes been training with, hes dating jims mom which has caused a rift in their relationship, and he has authority at school and is fully capable of spying on jim without it seeming entirely suspicious.

So now strickler has all the power and he really does control the chaos. He's got everyone right where he wants them and it set up so perfectly for the next episode and it just works so well.

[cuteguy117]

My adventure into Endless Sky Begins as Tad Cooper the 3rd, an argonian that found his way out of skyrim and into another unaverse. 

[midnightdaybreak]

Reprimanded

Nicholas Valon was reclining in his chair when his cell began to ring. He’d been dozing, drifting just on the edge of sleep in front of the television, when the ringtone sounded, stirring him. He wanted to ignore it, but decided he’d at least check the caller ID to see whom it was he was shunning.

He should’ve ignored it.

It wasn’t a name on the little LED display, but rather a title, and one he wasn’t keen on seeing.

Chairman

Groaning grumpily at the thought of dealing with his difficult boss, he took a preparatory breath and muted the TV before answering the call.

“Hello—”

“Shut up,” the chairman’s voice cut him off.

Nicholas flinched. He held his phone back, staring at it incredulously for a moment before bringing it back to his ear.

“I’ve been rather tolerant of your attitude towards the children for the last four years, but this time, you’ve crossed the line.”

“Sir, I—”

“I said, shut up.”

‘—don’t know what you’re talking about.’

“I told you just the other day how sensitive Rachel Bluestar’s case is—”

‘Shit,’ Nicholas thought as things began to make sense.

“—so why are Arc and Dan tellin’ me that you provoked an outburst from her similar to the one that killed her family? Are you trying to kill my students? Trying to ruin everything I’ve been workin’ to build? Did you even consider the fallout that would come of a bunch of human children dyin’ at the institute? That’s exactly the type of incident The Guild is waiting for!”

Nicholas growled to himself, being very careful not to let his boss hear. ‘That fucking shrink and leech ratted me out.’

“I’m waiting, Nicholas,” the chairman demanded impatiently. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Sorry, you told me to shut up,” the teacher snarked irritably.

A loud noise filled the line, making Nicholas jerk the phone away from his ear. It had sounded like an explosion.

“Answer the question, Nicholas!” the chairman’s voice cracked, loud enough for him to hear without putting the phone back in place.

He blew out a long breath, thinking over his words carefully before raising the phone again. “With all due respect, sir,” he sneered the word, “I was only trying to make them realize how important it was for the girl to learn to control her power. I’m sure you’ll agree that she is, in fact, a danger to anyone around her.”

“Even if that’s true, you don’t tell her that to her face,” the chairman said sternly. He sounded like he was talking through his teeth. “You’re suppose’ta be instilling confidence into these children regarding their abilities, not makin’ ‘em afraid of ‘em.”

Nicholas scoffed. “We should all be afraid of that little monster.”

“DO NOT CALL HER A MONSTER!” The chairman wasn’t yelling into the phone; he was screaming, loud enough to startle the device out of Nicholas’s hand. “THE ONLY MONSTER IN THAT SCHOOL RIGHT NOW IS YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH, AND THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOUR HISTORY! WHO THE FUCK SAYS THAT SHIT TO A CHILD? I KNOW YOU’RE FUCKED UP IN THE HEAD, BUT THIS IS BULLSHIT! YOU’RE LUCKY I’M NOT THERE ANYMORE, ‘CAUSE I WOULDA DRAGGED YOUR ASS BACK TO BLACK SUN AND TAKEN YOU DOWN TO THE LOWEST LEVELS, WHERE NO ONE WOULD BE ABLE TO HEAR YOU SCREAM!”

Nicholas ground his teeth, biting back his retort. It wasn’t the first time he’d gotten on the chairman’s nerves, but he’d never heard his boss so irate. He was thankful that the man on the other end of the call was also on the other side of the Atlantic, but he also knew how easily the chairman could be back in Hale if he wanted.

“Now you listen to me, and you listen good,” the chairman went on saying, his volume even but his tone still scathing. “I rehabilitated you from the monster you were because I find value in your experience transitioning from the Human World to the Mythical. It’s because of that experience that I thought you’d make a good teacher for these kids. But I did not give you that position so you could terrorize them into losin’ their tenuous control over potentially dangerous abilities.”

‘It’s not like I asked for this gig,’ the teacher growled mentally.

“So I had better not find out you’ve done something like this ever again, do ya hear? Not this school year, not next school year, not ever. If I find out you’ve made a student shed so much as a single tear over somethin’ like this again, you had better start runnin’ again, because I’ll be coming for you. I’ll hunt you down, and when I find you — Allah as my witness — I’ll show you what a real monster looks like.”

Even through the phone, Nicholas could feel the malice and the venom in the chairman’s words. Cold sweat broke out on his brow; the hair on the back on his neck stood up; and for a moment, he couldn’t breathe.

“I expect to hear a much more positive report about this week’s Gym Class, is that understood?”

Nicholas opened his mouth to answer, but the words stuck in his throat.

“Is that clear, Nicholas?” the chairman repeated, threateningly.

The teacher swallowed around the lump in his throat and licked his dry lips. “Understood,” he managed to croak.

“Good. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

Click.

The call ended.

For several minutes after, Nicholas sat frozen with the phone still held to his ear. He lowered it slowly as he recovered, turning it over to stare at the display. The muscles in his neck began to tense as he did. It spread downward to his shoulders, into his arms. His chest tightened and his jaw clenched; and in a moment of blinding rage, he let out a feral yell as he hurled his phone at the wall. It shattered to pieces and left a hole in the drywall.

He stared at the hole as the corners of his mouth pulled high up his cheeks, almost to his ears, and teeth elongated into rows of long, narrow fangs.

“I hate these fucking kids,” he snarled through his monstrous maw.

[nobody7102]

What do you think bout the afterlife, paralell/alternate unaverses, and past lives/reincarnation?

I do believe in past lives/reincarnations, I believe that that is were déjà vu comes from.

Alternate universe Im iffy and kind of believe in some of them not all.

After life/lives, I do believe there there is somewhere that we go after death. I however don’t think it’s just “Heaven” and “Hell” but I do believe that there is some form of “higher power” over all.

I’ll answer any Anonymous ask.