#yes you are the failsafes

[gricean-sphinx]

“I’ve been lost before, and I’m lost again I guess,” caught between the failsafes I recruited to make sure I keep at this and the dread of writing something completely vapid. I’ve been arguing against myself all day: who am I writing for besides myself? Nobody in the whole verse world wide web will be reading this but the people I explicitly asked, and they will forgive a few duds—what if they’re all duds, all the way down? I don’t even know what I’m doing. Like, am I writing a journal?—My life isn’t interesting enough day to day for that sort of thing, really.—Do I want to approach poetry?—Not if I’m actually planning to write every day… maybe once I git gud, but nothing I weave tonight will be ripe for public view—isn’t the point to practice?—Stop scrolling through YouTube; you’re procrastinating.

I considered writing about cat tongues (ever wondered why your cat’s tongue feels like sandpaper?! Their tongues are covered in little keratin spikes, called papillae, which help them keep extra clean and strip every last morsel of meat off bones. My cat licks my face, and every time she is very thorough: she licks my chin and cheeks, she licks around my nose and over my eyebrows, and then she tries my eyelids. And I stay still and take it because I want to soak up all her affection. I anticipate too viscerally how much I will miss this soft, fond pain someday) or writing about the moon (did you know leading theories posit that Luna formed when a proto-planet about the size of Mars collided with the Earth an incomprehensible number of years ago? Our genderfluid satellite used to orbit the Earth much more intimately then, and she continues to very slowly spin away—a little farther each year—as she pulls on the tides and the tides push her back. A familiar song and dance. Don’t worry, though, the sun is “scheduled” to engulf both planet and moon long before Luna will have a chance to try his luck and strike out on his own. You can count on their familiar face to remain a gentle recipient of your mirthful or melancholic howls alike). I guess,

[clownery-and-fuckery]

I am having so much fun writing Cody's guilt in Project Failsafe... he's so sad and wet cat coded and I am LOVING digging into his brain.

[arcaneyouth]

i have more restraint than god when it comes to creating things and yet people still always seem convinced i need to be told to stop to keep myself safe. you don't even know what i'm like when i don't restrain myself. if i wasn't listening to my body i'd be pumping out anywhere from 3-15 pieces of art every day. you don't even fucking know the unimaginable tidal wave of work i would do if i didn't know burning out sucks and do my best to avoid it. "don't work too hard willow!" you don't even know what working too hard is for me. i could be the machine of a content creator if i tried at the cost of my entire well being but i'm not because i like being a functional person. this IS me at a healthy level of self restraint bitch

[thenonbinarydetective]

Jason dying to one punch is funny and all, but I think some of y'all need to remember what Failsafe was designed to be capable of

[a-gay-little-cat]

one day i'll sit down and bother with drawing tiger's cybernetics properly but i am thinking about his sandevistan, it doesnt fully imbed into the back for a stylistic choice more than anything, strengthening the spine and all that, but it also isnt fully external as to not be in the way when lying down or anything of the sort its got vents along each little section, able to open up and allow for cooling as needed, creating spines as it does

[mostly-imagines]

The Venus Drug

jason todd x afab!reader

aka the side effects of a run-in with poison ivy

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), sex pollen so its inherently not strictly speaking consensual, oral (f & m receiving), free use, overstimulation

A clattering in your living room has you blearily shifting awake. The dark of your bedroom takes your eyes longer to adjust to than usual, it feels like. You peer at the time, finding it only just past midnight. Even on the good nights, midnight is pretty early for him to be coming back. 

Though, there’s really little concern of the noise-maker being anyone but your boyfriend, he’s set up too many security measures and failsafes around your apartment for anyone to get lucky waltzing in. It does worry you though that he is making such a clamor when he’s usually so careful about entering silently as to not wake you. 

You’re about to climb out of bed to investigate when the door creaks open, though light doesn’t flood through the crack like you’d expected.

Jason stumbles into the doorway, falling into a lean against the wall for support.

You sit up quickly, instantly on alert. “What’s wrong?”

He takes one glance at you and immediately averts his gaze to the floor like he saw something he wasn’t supposed to.

You look down, thrown by his behavior, only to see your usual nighttime attire: one of his shirts over underwear.

You blink back up at him, furrowing your brow. “Jay?”

You can vaguely make out a sigh from him, “Fuck…” he squeezes his eyes shut. “Ivy..”

Ah. This has happened before to the others, but this is the first time you’ve seen him affected by it. You’re prepared for it, though you hadn’t anticipated that it would be so seemingly debilitating.

“What can I do?” You try not to look as concerned as you feel but you can’t say with confidence that it’s working.

He slowly pushes himself off the doorframe, heading wearily towards the bathroom. He tugs his shirt off with difficulty, tossing it to the side. “Nothing, nothing..I jus’ need to…” he takes a deep breath, “Get it out of my system..” He’s trying to be comforting but the pain in his voice rids it of all believability.

You frown, watching him linger. “That seems like the exact kind of thing I could help with.”

His eyes close helplessly as his head falls back, “You can’t, baby.”

“Why not?”

He sighs, “I’m not…as in control as I’d like to be right now.”

Your pout deepens. This is something you’re working on with him—trusting both you and himself with vulnerability. Especially when it comes to situations where he feels like he’s putting you in a vulnerable place too. But you trust him with your whole being and you want him to know it. “That’s okay.”

“No,” he shakes his head vehemently. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” you say resolutely. “I trust you.”

He wavers, “No, I…No. I can’t.”

He says that, but he’s still not retreating to the bathroom. Instead, he loiters awkwardly, like he’s caught between decisions.

You feel a twinge of heartache in your chest, “Does it hurt?”

He’s quick to answer, “I’m alright.” Though he doesn’t try his hardest to sell you on the idea. 

Your face pans, “That’s not what I asked.”

“I—” he huffs, conceding. “Yeah. Yes.”

You extend your arms out, beckoning him towards you. It clearly goes against his better judgment but he can’t help himself from moving closer to you. An evident testament to the strength of Ivy’s work.

You take his hands in yours, looking up at him with begging eyes, “Let me help you? Please?”

Up close like this you can really see how labored his breathing is and how pained he looks. You sit up onto your knees, pulling his hands closer. “I wanna take care of you. Let me help my boy out. He deserves it.”

He steels his jaw, trying to replenish his rapidly weakening resolve. He exhales heavily before grabbing your chin, eyes serious. “Look at me,” he says sternly. “You stop me if I’m too rough.”

You nod adamantly, “I will.”

You fidget with the loop of his belt, waiting for permission. 

He squeezes your hands slowly, head bowing. “Help me, sweetheart.”

You’re instantly up on your feet, maneuvering him to switch places with you and sit down on the bed. You kneel down in front of him, undoing the clasp on his belt.

You tug his belt off, letting it clatter on the floor before freeing him the rest of the way. To your surprise, his eyes remain on you rather than your actions. He brushes your hair out of your face haphazardly, murmuring, “Pretty fucking girl..”

You keen at his words, fighting the urge to pause and rub up against him. Instead, you busy yourself and lick a line up his cock, immediately feeling his body stutter. You lick another stripe, this time adding a kiss afterwards.

His hands squeeze at the comforter under him, “Baby, please.”

You give a short nod before taking him in your mouth completely. He groans like it’s automatic, body practically vibrating in place. You rest your hands over his and he’s quick to turn his own over to hold onto yours.

It only works as a momentary distraction, as one of his hands leaves your grasp to move your hair from blocking his view again, petting your head nicely as you suck him off. “Oh, good girl. My good girl.”

He babbles when he gets overwhelmed during sex, though it doesn’t happen often. And especially not like this.

“Fucking—” he stammers, “God, you’re so—”

Frankly, the image of you on your knees in front of him, so willing and eager to help him out…it’s killing him. He’s putting absolutely all of his remaining restraint into not taking over and fucking your mouth the way he wants to—and it shows—so you’re doing your best to take as much of him in your mouth as you can and using your hand to compensate for the rest.

His head bobs back as his hand falls to a rest atop your head. His breathing is deep and heavy and you can see the way his abs flex through his restraint. His hand briefly fists up before stuttering back to lay open-palmed on your head.

“Oh, baby—” he lets out a gravelly moan and his arms nearly give out from holding him up as he comes.

You happily collect it on your tongue and he audibly groans when you swallow.

He’s quick to pull you up off the floor and place you on the bed so he can clamor over you. You fall back to have your arms hold you up as he finds your lips. 

“Take your shirt off,” he tells you breathlessly. “Please.”

You oblige without hesitation as he kisses and gropes along your torso. You don’t realize what he’s doing until he’s at face level with your underwear, fingers dipping under the band.

You sit up onto your hands, “Jay, you don’t have to—”

He shakes his head, “‘M not gonna hurt you,” he mumbles, very adamant. “Not doin’ it.”

It’s been a long running personal requirement for Jason to thoroughly prep you in some way before fucking you, and he’s right for it—you would definitely get hurt if he didn’t.

You feel conflicted about it now though, like it’s not fair of you to let him pay such mind to you when he’s quite literally in unprecedented pain.

But he slips your underwear down without hesitation, not wasting any time in getting to work. He doesn’t start with his usual teasing and build-up, instead he goes straight into licking at your core, eyes closed and strands of white hair stuck to his forehead. 

He hooks one hand around your knee and the other wraps around your thigh, pulling you closer. He used the newfound proximity to lap at you with more concentration and purpose, quite literally devouring you. You struggle to keep your breathing in tune with the rest of your body, not having been prepared for so much so quickly.

He’s eating you out like it’s the only thing keeping him alive, not giving himself any time to breathe or even think about anything else. You’re about to push him away so that he’ll take a breath or two when he moans into your cunt, instantly veering your brain straight off course.

He breaks from licking your pussy only to change course in favor of sucking on your clit, leaving open-mouthed kisses every few seconds. You thread your fingers through his hair, trying to soothe him as best you can.

This is a new experience for both of you in terms of intensity and desperation and it has you feeling like you were injected with the same toxin he was. It throws you so completely out of your senses that you don’t even notice that he’s rutting into the bed as he kisses you. Though, odds are he doesn’t realize he’s doing it either.

His grip on you tightens as he gets more fervent, the dig from the indents of his fingers promising to bruise. His eyes flutter as he makes out with your pussy, little mewls making their way through periodically.

“Jay—” you cry, tugging harder than you’d meant to on his hair. He hums in response, letting you know that he’s here, he’s with you, he’ll take care of you. 

Even high out of his mind he can still read you like a book, and can tell that you’re nearing your peak. He gets meditated and precise with his actions, leading you right up to the edge. You whimper again and he begins to rut harder.

It takes only a few moments of this repetition for you to briefly tense up before you start to tremble, heat flooding through your body. The saccharine new taste of your cum motivates him to reach his own end, moaning into you and sending a second wave of rapture over you.

You exhale heavily as his forehead drops against your stomach, catching his breath. It doesn’t take him very long. 

You can just start to realize the persistent trembling in your thighs when he licks another stripe down your pussy. You whine, sitting up on your elbows and squirming higher up on the bed.

He pulls back murmuring, “Sorry.” He kisses the inside of your thigh, “Sorry.”

You watch as he pushes up on his forearms to look at you proper, seeming almost dizzy. “I need..I need…” his shoulders drop. “Please.”

You just nod, giving him permission to do whatever he needs. 

He pulls you up by the waist and tugs you into him as close as he can, kissing you hard. You move to hold his jaw in your hands, stroking your thumb across lightly. He leans you backwards to lay you down flat, head just below the pillows. He folds over you easily, kisses becoming less and less intentional in placement as his hands stroke and squeeze up your sides. 

He pulls away only to glance down as he lines himself up with you, pushing in slowly. He peers back up at your face as he does, watching carefully to make sure it doesn’t hurt.

You hold onto his shoulders as you take him, the stretch feeling significant but familiar.

He kisses your cheek once he’s fully inside and begins to rock in and out of you slowly. The pace picks up quickly as he continues to makeout with you.

A particularly intense thrust has you wrapping your arms fully around the frame of his shoulders, hugging him close to you. He immerses himself in the crook of your neck, fucking you with deeper and more punctuated strokes than you can remember.

“Jay,” you gasp as he places firm kisses across your jaw like he’s trying to hammer it into your head that he fucking loves you.

His thrusts gradually get faster and while it’s perfectly overwhelming for you, it doesn’t seem to be enough for him. 

He huffs before pulling out of you without warning. He untangles your arms from around him so he can flip you over to lay on your stomach. He pulls you back up just as quickly, arm wrapped around your torso, leaving you to hold yourself up by your hands and knees as he kisses on your neck messily.

This time when he reenters you he continues on with his previous pace, taking you by surprise once again. Your mouth is practically hanging open as he ruts into you, successfully sending your thoughts straight out of your head.

He lays kisses down your spine murmuring, “I love you.” He moves in and out of you without falter, “Thank you, thank you..”

His hands hold your waist in place, keeping you steady for both of your sakes. Multiple times his grip tightens only to loosen the second he realizes how hard he’s squeezing you. You don’t mind though, you’ve never had any trouble revering marks left behind by him before. 

“It’s—” you pant, “It’s okay—” you reach back to put your hand over his, pressing down.

His brash hold returns upon the permission, more assured. “Good girl, good—” he praises, “So fucking good for me, baby.”

He reaches around and dips his free hand below your hips, beginning to rub circles on your clit.

Your arms shake and you worry that they’re nearing buckling, but, attuned with you as ever, his arm wraps tighter around your middle, pulling you up a bit higher so that you barely have to mind any of the work of holding yourself up.

He makes sure to support your weight nicely, holding you in a way that he knows won’t be uncomfortable for you. His circles never cease, never falter from that just right pace he’s come to know like the back of his hand.

You’re brought to your high by the arrival of his, struggling to keep your head upright as you come.

He thumps down over to the side to lay on his back, chest heaving. You pick up your head to look over at him, finding that he doesn’t look nearly as exhausted as you’re sure you do. Still, he breathes heavy, pupils blown out and sweaty.

You notice how his fists clinch up and loosen a couple times over, trying to convince himself that he’s done, he doesn’t need any more from you, he’s all better now. 

But you also notice that he’s still hard. His eyes are fixed on the ceiling, dead set on not looking at you and having to confront that he really, really does still need you.

So you force yourself to sit up, placing a hand on his chest for balance. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to relax for your sake but that’s the last thing you want him to do.

You push yourself up and over his waist, perching over his abs and brushing his hair back from his forehead. You press a kiss to his head before sitting up on your knees and reaching down to line his cock up with your entrance.

You plant a hand on his chest as you sink down onto him with a deep breath.

“You’re okay,” he rasps, watching in mesmerization as you start to lift your weight up slowly off of your thighs and sink back down.

“I’m okay,” you confirm, guiding his hands to your hips. The presence of his hands on you feels like reassurance and works wonders to help you pick back up some of your energy.

The pace you latch onto feels good, for both of you, but you realize fairly quickly that you’re not going to be able to go as fast as he needs you to.

His hands slip down from your hips to your upper thighs, helping you bob up and down. It doesn’t take long for this to give way to him grabbing your hips and moving you entirely himself.

You watch his arm muscles flex as he shifts you around, leaving you awed with the way he shows virtually no struggle while shifting the majority of your body weight up and down over and over again. Just being completely manhandled by him has you letting out an involuntary moan, letting your head fall back.

“There you go, there you go,” he coos, motions without cessation.

He has you riding him faster than you ever have before and it becomes overwhelming quickly. But Jason, ever the caretaker, coaches you through it, encouraging your every movement.

“That’s my girl,” he groans, watching the way your breasts bounce. “Perfect fucking thing.”

The acclaim in his voice makes your eyes shut and your diaphragm shake, all while he continues to fuck you senseless. 

Your body stutters above him, hands flying onto his for support. He comes only moments later, seemingly the only thing that could break his concentration for ragdolling you. The following release of your hips has you slumping over onto his chest, face laying in the bend of his neck.

He turns his head wearily to you, rubbing a hand up your back. “‘R you okay?” he slurs out.

You hum feebly, eyes unable to stay open.

“Can I…?” It takes hearing the words for you to realize that somehow he’s still hard.

You try to nod hard enough that it can be distinguished against the heaviness of your breathing, though you can’t be sure you were successful.

He sighs, “Baby…”

His hangup is immediately clear to you, even through the haze of being post-three orgasms in less than thirty minutes. It takes real, measurable effort to get this singular word through, but you manage.

“Yes,” you breathe out. A ‘yes’ is going to have to work for him because you don’t have a shot at stringing together anymore syllables.

He places a gentle hand on the back of your head, his other landing on your lower back. He slowly starts to fuck you again, this time much softer than before. It’s calm enough that you can settle into the fatigue in your bones and start to feel the exhaustion sweep over your consciousness.

In between kisses laid sweetly upon your neck, He murmurs affections to you the whole time, though you lose almost all of them to sleep. He moves you around a bit more as he goes, though careful to be gentle enough that he doesn’t disturb your peace anymore than he has to.

By the time he’s done he’s bordering on completely out of it and can’t do anything but collapse atop you, nuzzling into your neck.

There’s a pretty consistent pattern that can be found when helping him deal with post-patrol aftermath. Scarecrow’s never any good, his pop-ups tend to end in winding Jason down from panic. There’s always injuries after Bane and invariably there’ll be a mess from Clayface. Half the time he has to get an entirely new suit after a run-in with Killer Croc. So as far as Gotham’s problems go, Poison Ivy isn’t the worst. 

the morning after epilogue

✨ oh you don’t reblog? that’s…no, that’s totally fine for you! im so happy for you…i mean its just been out of fashion for like three seasons but yeah, that shows a lot of…confidence! ✨

[rebellum]

Something I honestly find a little funny just bc its BAFFLING is when people are anti-semitic in my city. Bruh you live in a place that's 2.4% jewish (I looked it up and I'm SO SURPRISED I thought it'd be like 10%) if you don't like Jewish people fucking move to some town called St. Mary On-the-lake-on-the-side-of-the-mountain-of-her-sorrows with a small population of 1300 people who are all christian. Like.. leave.

Or literally just go to another city with a lower population. We don't want you here anyways.

Or even better: just kill yourself! :)

[meara-eldestofthemall]

Gee, thanks DC! You Just Turned Bruce Into An Irredeemable Ass.

So, at the end of Gotham War Bruce has officially lost everything. Alfred is still dead, Selina is "presumed dead" and Bruce is both financially and morally broke. Why, you may ask, is Bruce so much worse off this time? Let me count the ways.

He preformed a psychic lobotomy on Jason

The "it's for your own good" excuse only makes the mental rape undertaken by Jason's own father that much more heinous.

Just when you think Bruce can't sink any lower he does. When Dick recognizes that Bruce has lost it, he attempts to use a failsafe disconnect that Bruce himself built into the system. How does Nightwing get thanked for that? Well that brings us to number two on the list.

Batman attacks up his eldest son for doing what he's supposed to do when Batman has gone rouge.

Bruce beats him up because nothing proves you are in control of your sanity like hitting your children. While Dick is holding back, Bruce does no such thing. He hits Nightwing hard enough to send him flying. It could have gotten even worse if Tim hadn't shown up.

Tim arrives and attempts to talk some sense into Batman.

Tim tries to talk Bruce down. It doesn't go well. When Robin is trying to help, as he always does, Batman uses the attempt to reason with him to put the smack down on his son. Bruce could have killed Tim but apparently feels no remorse or guilt.

If there was any teeny tiny little doubt that Bruce will not win the Father of The Year award in 2023 it died a horrible screaming death when Batman abandons his children to potential arrest. Yes, he left a batarang for Dick and Tim but any glimer of possible hope associated with that action was instantly extinguished by Damian's reaction to Batman's callous betrayal.

Bruce abandons Damian.

Look at Dami; he's devastated. Since he came into Bruce's life, Damian has struggled with feelings that he can never earn his father's love and respect. Well, that negative self-image was reinforced in way that may never be repairable. Bruce just utterly destroyed a 13 year old child because of his inability to feel any kind of empathy.

And how does this all end? The best part is that Bruce takes all of his parental responsibilities and dumps them onto Dick.

Thank you Chip Zdarsky and Trini Howard. You've taken Batman from being an edgy anti-hero and made him into a callous monster. Part of me hopes that Bruce never comes back because he doesn't deserve his family.

The only positive aspect in this convoluted mess is that Damian and Tim will be far better off with Dick than with Bruce. Yes, Tim is mostly independent but he still needs guidance (particularly since Tim's first instinct is to try and save Bruce). Damian is essentially Dick's son emotionally anyway so this might help to sustain the positive character growth we've seen in him as of late.

The point of this rant is to wonder what on earth DC thinks they're doing. This story arc has been pure character destruction as far as Bruce is concerned. It's bad storytelling too; rushed, frenetic and massively disappointing.

Hasn't the popularity of Good Dad Bruce in Wayne Family Adventures proved that fans are tired of Bruce being a dark depressed and brooding edge lord? We all accept that Batman is a character with deeeeep issues who is in desperate need of therapy. I, however, draw the line at Bruce being an abusive a**hole.

In years to come when fans wonder when Batman jumped the shark, this is the plot line they'll point to.

[ddarker-dreams]

scaramouche spots your journal while you're out and about (without him, not that he's bothered by this, nope, of course not), and is thrust into a moral dilemma. this moral dilemma is overseen by two little imps on each side of his shoulder. there is no angel, just an imp with slightly less pronounced horns than its compatriot. this one poses the argument that if you ever found out, you'd be upset, which would make him upset, because he sustains himself off your positive attention.

the other side contends that there's no chance you'll ever find out if he's discreet. the benefits outweigh the risks — how much useful information could he glean from an unfiltered look into your mind? he could nip any dissatisfaction you profess about your relationship in the bud. or investigate any individual you mention more than the acceptable amount of once (twice for family). this last point especially entices him.

in the end, he heeds the fully formed imp's counsel.

he's familiar enough with your presence to know when you're nearby. with this failsafe in mind, he gets to reading.

naturally, he flips to the date where you first met (yes, he has it memorized). he scoffs at your initial take on him, which says you met a 'haughty yet pretty individual.' from his recollection, he was quite amiable with you. hmph. nonetheless, he continues his diligent search. experiencing the progression from 'stranger' to an 'unexpected friend.'

your fondness for him gradually lifts from the paper and touches the heart he thought he didn't have.

'... he acts indifferent, but i can tell he cares in his own, unique way. he does so many little things, like planting flowers in my garden that i admired during a walk we went on together.'

'if we encounter any hostile creatures, he immediately moves his body in front of mine to protect me. i know he can take care of himself, but if he ever got hurt on my behalf, i would be devastated...'

'love has always sounded like such a nice, abstract concept. i patiently waited for the day i'd get to experience it myself. i've finally found it with kunikuzushi.'

scaramouche is presented with a new dilemma once he's finished reading.

how will he explain away the fresh tearstains that've seeped into the pages...?

[carionto]

So, uhh, Humans did what they called an "oopsie"

They can turn off stars.

When they elaborated on how their reactors work - true nuclear fusion - they also explained, before the delegates passed out, that their failsafes include high density convection inhibitor rods that shoot out if the power output exceeds what it is currently set to. Except if a manual Overload protocol is engaged. You know, in case they need to go to 400% power. At the risk of blowing up everything. Psychopaths.

Then one of them had an idea. Another phrase the Galaxy must learn to look out for and try to persuade the human who uttered it to not do the idea. They'll still do it, of course, Humans are stubborn like that.

So, some of their ships can transform and double as Warp Gates. Truly fascinating technology, capable only through their absurd energy generation methods and reckless disregard for how the Universe works. They even gave us the blueprints. We thanked them, politely, but we'll have to figure out a safe way to do it first.

Currently their Warp Gates can only make a stable connection to the gravitational center of a large celestial body. As in - stars. Their reactors house miniature stars. They turn those off shockingly regularly for maintenance. One of the few things most of the Galaxy is better than Humanity is making things that don't break themselves through normal operation, but then what's "normal" for them is "excessively insane" to us.

This Human wanted to see what would happen if they sent a big pile of their convection inhibitor rods through a Warp Gate. "Fuck around and find out" is the expression they used, if we are recalling the words correctly.

Well, everyone "found out" that, yes, it actually works, and surprisingly quickly too. The chosen star was a distant Red Dwarf with only uninhabitable planetoids and some asteroid belts and no recorded stations within the system. It took about a week for the first signs of decreased activity to become barely noticeable. It hasn't been long enough to fully end the fusion cycle, but all observations point to the Red Dwarf becoming the first of its kind to retain enough hydrogen to do... we're actually not sure how that will unfold over the coming few million years.

Thankfully, the Human who had the idea was disappointed the star didn't just poof like their contained reactor ones do. The material cost and lengthy process also made it clear it has no real practical application.

Still, technically they can prematurely begin the end cycle of a stars lifespan.

Those of us with more active imaginations might find it hard to sleep at night knowing that, clearly, no Human idea will be left untested...

Oh FUCK! What if th- No. When they fine tune their Warp Gates, could they just send anything anywhere? We're screwed if Humanity ever gets angry.

[izzabela]

Till Death Do Us Part - Lin Kuei x fem!reader (scenario fic)

in which your on-screen death affects each brother differently

a/n: me when i get attached to a character and watch them fucking perish

ship[s]: kuai liang, bi han & tomas x fem!reader

warning(s): post-kanon/non-canon

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Kuai Liang

You open the door to the huge media room in Johnny's home. Courtesy to the big bucks he was making.

Johnny invited everyone that was part of the armageddon fight a couple of years ago to watch the "pre-pre-prerelease" of the latest Mortal Kombat universe installment, and boy was it decently big.

Mileena, Kitana, Tanya, and Khameleon were present. Ermac, well, Jerrod was also here sitting with Liu Kang on their left. Kenshi sat with Raiden, and Jax, while Johnny was with Kung Lao, Ashrah, and Syzoth.

Of course, you, Kuai Liang, Bi Han, and Tomas were present as well. You four sat in the very back of the theater room, conversing amongst yourselves before the movie began.

"Are the pleasantries over?" Bi Han complains. "I cannot believe I took time off for dilly-dallying..."

Comedically, Johnny gets up and begins to welcome everyone to his home and hopes they enjoy the movie.

"And yes, blueberry ice cream," Johnny quips. "Pleasantries are over."

Little chuckles and laughs are scattered around the room, and you turn to see your grandmaster grumble even more.

"I do hope you enjoy this, love," you whisper to Kuai Liang. "Johnny and I worked very hard on this movie."

"And I?" Kuai Liang parrots. Suddenly, you're on screen with huge guns and a kick-ass attitude.

The rooms erupts with claps and cheers, your friends turning around to point out the obvious fact you're in the film. You chuckle as you watch yourself relive the moments of you and Johnny during a solo mission you were sent on.

"Sister, is this the retelling of that mission you and Johnny went on?" Tomas asked, eyes sparkling. You nod, a finger over your lips as you force him to hush and watch the movie.

Kuai Liang kind of thought Johnny wasn't all that great in acting or directing, but this film shut his prejudices about the actor up. Kuai Liang fell in love with yours and his character. Though Cage was not acting in it, it was clear the actor who was portraying him nailed it.

As scenes changed from dry, arid deserts, to the vast greenery of Outworld jungles, the climax of the film came. At this point in the movie, Kuai Liang had grown so attached to your character to the point you could hear him talk to himself.

Little "no, don't do that!" or "smart girl" was heard from his lips. He was enthralled, and it pleased you to see that he was enjoying the fruits of your long, arduous labor.

At the climax, you and Johnny were running away from an abandoned fortress littered with booby traps and enemies. You both exhausted your gunpowder, and your character only had one magazine left.

The problem, though, was that enemies were growing and incoming, and the exit was still a couple of meters away.

"Almost there!" Johnny's actor yells, chest rising and falling as you and him run across the corridor of the fortress. Kuai Liang watches in anticipation as the screen switches to the enemies, who triggered a booby trap of falling pillars.

"Agh!" you cry out, watching as the pillars cam crashing down. "A fucking failsafe mechanism!"

"Language," Kung Lao blurts out, earning a chuckle from everyone in the room.

As the scene plays out, your character falls behind a bit due to a crack in the ground, and you trip cover yourself. A collective gasp is heard around the room, but it only gets louder as everyone watches a pillar fall and crush your leg.

"Oh no!" Kuai Liang breathes. You giggle as you watch him watch your scene.

As the enemies close in on you, Johnny's actor tries to help you up, but to no avail. He's heaving, ho-ing, and doing all he can, but the enemies can be seen just down the hallway.

"Go, Johnny!" you yell, pushing the actor forward. "I'll hold them!"

"No, are you crazy?!" he yells back at you, planting his feet as he tries to lift you by your armpits. "We're getting you home, and that's final!"

You grab the collar of your costar and bring his face close to you, glaring into his soul as you utter out your final command.

"I ain't making it out, Johnny," you wheeze as the realization sets in on Johnny's character. "You're running out of here, and in three ticks, I'm shooting that loose pillar at the weak point the block the exit off."

Johnny's character is wide-eyed, "You don't seriously-"

"You've been a friend, Johnny," your character says proudly, a slight wobble in your smile. "Live for me, will ya?"

You push him with the last of your strength to the door of the hallway. The monsters are in, and you use up ten of your bullets to shoot a couple of the mobs down. You get s couple more shots in, four specifically, meaning you have one more left.

"One Mississippi," you breathe, looking behind you as you take aim at the loose end of the pilar.

"Two Mississippi," you load the bullet in, closing an eye to perfect the aim.

"Please, elder gods no," Kuai Liang whispers.

"Three Mississippi," the shot rings out, and the pillar falls to completely block the exit out of the monster's reach.

As you watch your own death begin to play out, you feel a slight burn as Kuai Liang's hand grips yours. If it was warm earlier, you were experiencing burns at this point. It didn't help that his grip was tight.

You turn to Kuai Liang and realize his eyes were wide in horror. He remembered that the joint mission was rough, he saw you sleeping in the healer's room for weeks.

But the fact this was what could have happened, the fact that maybe something like this actually happened.

It burned him.

Three squeezes on your hand, a nonverbal signal created in case you two were too busy doing something to say it.

Or in rare cases, watching you die on the silver screen.

You lean to his side and whisper loud enough so only he could hear.

"I love you too."

He doesn't say anything for the rest of the film, but the burning sensation goes away, finally.

What doesn't is his hand, and you could live with that for this evening.

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Bi Han

"You're going to like this movie, darling," you say giddily, snuggling into Bi Han's bicep as you both cuddled on a couple's bean bag.

"I still do not think his portrayals of our work is accurate," Bi Han grumbles.

Johnny had just finished filming another movie for his cinematic universe, this time based on the Lin Kuei and their epic heist at the old fortress.

As you and Bi Han whispered amongst yourselves, your eyes glaze over all figures present in Johnny's movie room.

The imperial family, Khameleon, and Tanya sat on the plush leather recliner-chairs. Next to Kitana was Raiden, and next to him was Kung Lao and Fujin, Raiden's sister.

Kenshi was also here (his powers allowed him to watch movies? you thought). He was sitting by Jax and Suchin, and next to those two were Takeda, Hanzo, and Tomas.

The two elders were watching the ninja's tickle the young Hanzo, who was riled up in a giggle storm.

And of course, you cannot ignore Kuai Liang and Harumi, who sat on the recliner-chairs as well. They were talking amongst themselves too, pointing to everyone with little smiles on their faces.

Suddenly, and without warning, the lights dimmed and Johnny appeared in front of the screen.

"Thanks for coming guys!" Johnny bows. "Now, let's all sit down and enjoy the show!"

Everyone claps as Johnny makes room on Kenshi's free side, inserting himself in the calm duo.

"Let's see how well he understands our culture," Bi Han mutters as the movie plays.

It took a lot for Bi Han to be impressed. Sometimes, you wonder how the hell you managed to bag such an unimpressable man.

But Bi Han remained silent and slightly (ever so slightly) wide-eyed at the accurate portrayal of his clan and culture. For secrecy reasons, the Lin Kuei could not be named.

But everything from costume, fighting style, culture, even speech, was practically perfected.

Then, there was your character.

Guns strapped to your back, knives in hilts on your thighs, and clothes a little too risqué for battle, you were the side kick for this mission.

"Is that..." but before Bi Han could say anything, everyone is cheering and looking back at you.

You smile and wave your hands in embarrassment and shyness, especially when Kitana compliments you.

"Finally, seems Earth is getting things right about women."

As the movie plays, Bi Han can feel himself getting attached to all these characters, especially yours. Yes, you were literally the character, but the writing, facial expressions, the subtle acting made him like your character even more.

Which was a shame when the climax came.

Of course, since it's Hollywood, things had to be exaggerated. Instead of the movie playing how real life happened, in which you and Bi Han made it out alive and with a couple of scratches, Johnny took the creative approach.

"This place can't exist anymore," your character explains to your costar.

"But we have the scrolls!" he exclaims, papers jumbled in his hands. "No one will know how to create the magic again!"

As you bickered, enemies began to draw near to the sounds of your voices. You both turn and realize the skeleton army draws closer to you two, and the ability to make a choice becomes slimmer and slimmer.

As you both ran towards the main door, the archway collapses last second, and you're unfortunately stuck underneath the jagged rubble.

You cough blood out (fake of course), but it doesn't stop Bi Han from making a strangled noise from the back of his throat.

You watch intently at Bi Han, then the movie. Of course it was fake, but his reactions weren't. The genuine worry on his face, the fact his brows were bent upwards and down, the little frown his mouth makes.

Your acting got him hook, line, and sinker.

"My friend," your character manages weakly, taking out a single explosive and a matching remote.

"You have to get out of here!" your costar exclaims, uselessly digging around the rubble to try and pull you out.

Gently, you stop him and look at the tears that stream from your costar's face.

"My legs are done for... this is all on you, bud," you smile, more blood seeping through your mouth.

One last fist bump, and your costar runs past the door, not looking back once as his tears fall completely off his marred and dirty face.

"You're gold, kid," your character says finally, before detonating the explosive and sealing the palace entrance shut.

You can hear sniffles and muffled sobs from your friends around the room, but they pale in comparison to Bi Han's expression.

The usually scowling, borderline angry-looking man you called yours was shocked. Mouth agape slightly, and his brows were turned upwards completely. You could see that there was a vein in his neck, and looking down more his hands were balled into a fist.

It also didn't help that bits of his powers were seeping through, and the air around you and him grew colder and colder.

"Bi Han?" you tread carefully with your words. Your hand does the same as you gently place it above his, the chill nicking your fingers a bit.

It's worth it, though, as his powers began to subside. In fact, Bi Han himself looked like he was melting into your touch.

He took your hand and placed it on his cheek, practically nuzzling into it and ignoring the movie now.

As the movie finished up, and everyone was back to chatting amongst themselves, Bi Han's cheek remained in your hand.

You don't talk to him, though. You two were stuck in your own world of silence, comfortable silence, as Bi Han practically soaked your touch in like a sponge.

And while sometimes you playfully shoved him off, you knew that right now he needed this more than anything.

You smile softly, engaging in conversation near you as Bi Han continued to hold your hand.

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Tomas

"I have been dying to watch this movie since you told me you were starring in it!" Tomas exclaims as you two follow Johnny upstairs.

Johnny chuckles, "She really did a number on me, Smokey Bear. I was in bedrest for a week!"

You laugh nervously before Tomas kisses you cheek and praises you for Johnny.

"The strongest woman I know after Madam Bo," you giggle and ruffle his hair. "My love."

Johnny opens the door to reveal a set up similar to drive-in movies. The movie would he projected against a white tarp, and everyone was on the ground with blankets, air mattresses, or pillows.

The royal family, plus Tanya, Khameleon, and Jerrod, sat on the biggest air mattress Johnny had.

Kenshi, Jax, and a new friend, Sonya, were next to the imperial family. They were just talking about work, as usual.

The stars of the show were Raiden, Kung Lao, Ashrah and Syzoth. Kung Lao was trying to explain how pillow fights work to the Zaterran, but you're so sure something was lost in translation.

Finally, on blankets to the far back, were Bi Han, Kuai Liang, and Harumi. That's where you and Tomas would be sitting, with the lovely couple and the fifth wheel brother.

"Good evening everyone!" you greet everyone, and they all wave back in equal joy. As you sat with your group, you and Harumi caught up with one another as the men talked to each other about other things.

Your conversation was cut short when Johnny claps for everyone's attention.

"Thank you everyone for coming!" he announces with gusto. "You all should be grateful to know me, my connections are out of this world!"

Kung Lao sighs and rolls his eyes, "Sit down, you're in the way!"

More chuckles erupt from the room, and Johnny grumbles about how Kung Lao isn't funny before he gets the projector running and playing the film.

Inspired from a mission you and Johnny went on, partnering with the OIA as well, you guys were on a mission to find traces and a hint of the Black Dragon. Of course, the mission was a lot smoother and no one died, but Johnny definitely exaggerated it.

As the movie plays, Tomas is immediately drawn in with Johnny's and your character. He loves Johnny as an idol, but your character was something to admire.

Flamboyant, guns blazing, and loud as always, your character was the intelligent femme fatale. Just like you were in real life, all of your qualities were written in perfectly.

As the movie plays, Tomas is very obviously immersed with the way Johnny directed the film. Scenes flowed perfectly, and Tomas was vocalizing his love for the writing every second the film was playing.

From office settings, to fantastical settings of Outworld, to the streets of Japan, the movie plays similar to reality until the climax.

You, Johnny's actor, and the other OIA actors are running away from a hoard of Black Dragon goons. As you guys run away, gun shots ring out behind you as the villains shoot and try their hand at watching your blood spill.

"Johnny! You still got the goods right?" your character double-checks with your costar. He turns behind you as you all continue running, holding rolled up scrolls with a thumbs up.

"No time for this, guys, keep it moving!" the Jax Briggs actor yells, sprinting even faster.

Tomas watches intently, hugging a pillow close to his chest as his eyes are wide and mouth ajar. Tomas is shaking his head, as if he knows what's going to happen.

As your characters keep running, you realize that there are more shots coming from above. Looking up, your character realizes there's a sniper up on a chopper (when you shot this scene, you just ignored how unrealistic it got).

More shots come down, and you realize that he's targeting Johnny. The scrolls were sensitive, and the fact your characters swiped it like candy from a store meant no one was allowed to live after reading its contents.

"Johnny, watch out!" your character screams, jumping over him and taking a shot in your abdomen and right above your breast. Audible gasps are heard around the room, but it's Tomas's reaction that gets you.

He's angry, pissed beyond belief. His brows were down, his fingers digging into the pillow as he watched your character mutter out cringey last words and a dying breath.

Tears. There are also tears in his eyes as he watches your character pass completely. They fell as Johnny's actor and the others run away from your lifeless body. They fell as the actors cried on their own.

They fell as the credits rolled.

As everyone sang their praises for the movie, Tomas stays rather still, arms around the pillow as the angry tears keep falling. You move closer to him, covering his face as you talk to him in a voice only he can hear.

"Tomas? Darling?" you ask him as you wipe his tears. "Let the pillow go, talk to me..."

Obeying, he drops the pillow quickly to replace it with your waist. Soft, warm, you were not the person in the movie- you were alive. If the grip around you was tight already, he somehow made suffocating.

Like a child with his favorite toy, he did not want to let you go at all.

"Got yourself a dog, huh?" Johnny teases, reaching to ruffle his hair. Except he gets rejected with a glare and a dangerously low voice.

"You're never having her again, you scumbag."

You gasp at his rudeness, apologizing on his behalf as Johnny rants to Kenshi about how mean Tomas was being. Even so, Tomas didn't let go. You figured that it had something to so with his past, but pressing wouldn't do him good.

Instead, you wrapped your arms around him as stroked his hair. Soft downward strokes, you also drew circles on his back to get his beathing in order.

Even as people left, he did not let go, and you were okay with that.

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[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Ras creates an evil clone of Tim Drake for whatever reason and after he trains it it runs off and none of his assasins can find him.

Ras isn't too concerned because he specifically made this clone in a way that it would start to fall apart after three years and he fully expected the clone to come crawling back when that happened.

Except, the clone never came back. If fact no one heard anything from or about him since he ran into this forest three years ago and never left. His men searched that forest countless times and deployed his greatest trackers. They all said the same thing, his trail stops dead in a small grotto. There was no where he could have gone.

Its like he just vanished.

The evil clone turned out to have stumbled apon a natural portal and decided he was screwed if he stayed so why not take a chance. He could probably fight his way out of hell. Probably. The angry swarm of Assasins after him was probably going to be its own form of hell anyway, so why not. He jumped through.

The other side of the portal was not hell, thankfully. It was a small city in Illinois...for some reason. He began to patrol the city in his altered Red Robin Costume, looking for the basic necessities when he stumbles across Phantom who was in the middle of finally being captured by the Fenton parents.

Danny could do nothing as his parents were quickly killed in front of him. When he was freed from his restraints he didn't attack the other teen, he didn't get angry or yell. He cried and thanked him then cried harder.

The clone really didn't know what to do in this situation and just awkwardly comforted the ghost. Danny dragged this guy home when he found out he didn't have a place to stay. Clone Tim was planning on using the hero for a while before bouncing but all this plans changed when he saw what Phantom could do. That kind of power would be owned and controlled by someone eventually, whether it be the League of Assasins or the Justice League it was all the same. So why not him?

Danny was easy to manipulate, his sister not so much. Once he started pointing out that he was protecting Danny from people who would hurt him she became swayed.

He disliked Sam. She reminded him too much of Jason and Damian, or more accurately, a fusion of the two. The horror.

He genuinely liked Tucker, he was carefree and true to himself. Plus who was he to turn down an assistant for creating tech. He had discovered he was no longer in his own universe and the JL and LOA didn't exist here.

Tim Drake didn't exist here.

He was free.

The clone almost cried. He was Tim here. The real Tim. The only Tim. No one to prove he's better than. No one to the "the evil clone" of. Just Tim.

He was going to make the universe regret that. Starting by dating the ridiculously cute and over-powered boy that he most definitely is not in love with. No siree its just him using someone. His heart definitely isn't pounding in his chest right now as he asks him out. Nope. He definitely isn't super giddy when he says yes and kisses him. Haha that only something someone in love would do.

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Crap.

-meanwhile in Batmans universe-

Ras casually explains he created an evil clone of Tim and its out there somewhere and its failsafe has somehow been destroyed. (Thank you Danny)

Tim freaks out and the batfam investigate. They do eventually open a portal into Amity Park where Evil Tim immediately tells them to frick off. So much chaos ensues

[lucettapanchetta]

fuck this im done

[LIVE CONVERSATION] - LOCAL Five Pebbles, Messenger 04 <Hunter> "You've returned to me, reddish one." "Hopefully the trek wasn't too far, I understand small organisms such as yourself are not gods nor machines." "Now, I take it that you've successfully transferred the pearl over to Looks to the Moon?" "I'll take that silence as a yes." "Hopefully now she can understand the urgency of re-establishing her communications arrays." [ Five Pebbles requests a private broadcast with Looks to the Moon. ] [ The header begins loading. ] "If she has, then maybe there is still enough time for me to--" --- [OUTGOING REQUEST] COMMUNICATIONS MANIFEST [[FILTER]] Broadcast Request Blocked - All incoming sources are currently disabled. --- "..." "...she-- she hasn't?" "The nerve of her, to not even try to understand the pain I am going through at this very moment!?" "After everything we've been through, she chose her work over the one she cared about the most." "...I can't believe it. I seriously cannot believe it. I'm going to die." [ Five Pebbles chamber violently shakes about, pearls flying around the room. ] "I needed just one conversation with her, and this is how she responds? By ignoring my condition, like I'm nothing more than a bug beneath her feet?!" [ The shaking settles down. Now Five Pebbles begins to hover down, kneeling over. ] "..." "Messenger, I would like to let you know that at this rate, my condition is in irreversible disrepair." "I'm at a loss. To know that all the history, all the relics and all of everything will be destroyed. Not because of time itself, but because of me." "...and the worst part is, I can't even help myself. I'm out of options." "Wait..." "I've miscalculated, there is still one last option..." "Please little messenger, hand me the other pearl you brought with." [ Five Pebbles begins to embed some sort of message into the Failsafe Pearl. ] "I will not die in vain just yet." [ A white spark flies out of the pearl. Five Pebbles finishes rewriting it. ] "My final request is that you deliver this pearl to the land above the clouds. It lies to the west of my location, beyond the chimney tops where smoke rises." "Once you pass through the gate, climb to the top of the nearest broadcast array. Then, secure the pearl inside the inner array." "After you complete your objective, I believe you'll know what to do next." "..." "Farewell, my lone voyager. I pray for your success."

[sleepsunawareof]

Well like many, the Loki S2 finale has me still reeling and I have had this little drabble on my brain and had to get it out. I am not really a writer, I've not written a fic since I was a teenager probably lol so be easy on me but alas, I hope this is enjoyed by those who also just couldn't bear the thought of Loki being alone at the end of time forever.

Description: Loki uses his time slipping abilities to talk to you one last time before making the decision he knows he has to in order to save those he loves. But, you aren't so willing to let him condemn himself to an eternity alone, or yourself to a lifetime without him.

Word Count: 1367

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVENT SEEN LOKI S2 EP6!! Angst, sadness, happy ending mostly

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"How are you doing this?", you asked as you watched strands of space and time float around you and Loki throughout A.D Doug's workshop.

"We're outside of time. Darling, I had to see you. I had to speak to you." Loki said, a sorrowful look on his face that you had never seen before. "The Loom, it was a failsafe all along. And no amount of scaling can account for infinite timelines. I thought we had it, I really did", he explained.

"Damnit, we should have known it would be...", you lamented.

"I spent centuries trying to figure it out, and it was all for nothing."

"Centuries?" you questioned.

"It's hard to explain" he responded. "Darling, there are only two options. Go back and kill Sylvie before she kills He Who Remains and allow the Sacred Timeline to continue--"

You cut him off. "You can't Loki! The Sacred Timeline is full of misery, injustice, and sadness - what the TVA stood for under He Who Remains was all wrong! We can't go back to that. And you know you could never kill Sylvie...not after everything we have all been through together."

"I know...", he said, a sad knowing in his voice and his eyes. "But there is one other way."

"And what's that?"

"Me".

"What? You? I don't understand Loki..." you said cautiously.

"The finite power of a machine can never handle the infinite timelines of a multiverse, but the infinite power of a God can", he said as he watched your face intently for any hint of reaction.

It took a moment as you stared at him, blinking. "Do you mean..." you questioned, as the realization of what he was saying started to set in.

"Yes, my love. Believe me, if there was any other way, I swear I would take it. But there isn't. I know what kind of God I need to be, for you, for all of us. It's the only way."

"Loki, if this is what you have to do, then please, take me with you at least!" you implored.

"My darling y/n, you know I can not do that. I must bear this burden alone, and you must go live your life on the timeline, the one you deserve to have. I could never condemn you to an eternity of solitude at the End of Time", he said sorrowfully.

"But you'll condemn me to a life of solitude on Earth? Loki, I can't live without you. There's no life for me down there if it's not with you! Please, as long as our friends are happy, and I'm with you, that's all I'll need. Please let me go with you!". The last part came out as a sob as your emotions got the best of you. You couldn't believe what he was talking about doing, the sacrifice he planned to make for the ones he loved.

"When I go back there, to that moment in time, you won't remember any of this. You won't know you said you wanted to go with me," he reminded you.

"Loki, every version of me across space and time would go with you. Even into the abyss, if that's where you have to go. I will follow you, I know I will!" you fully sobbed out as you threw your arms around him. The thought of him leaving you was killing you.

"They'll stop you if you try to follow me, you know that" he said, speaking of your friends back at the TVA.

"Then tell them not to Loki! Please, I'm begging. My place is beside you, always and forever, no matter where that place is."

And then Loki was gone and everything turned to spaghetti.

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Loki slipped effortlessly back to just the right moment in the Loom control room, having been here in this moment over and over for centuries. This time though, it was different. This time, it was the last time. Loki looked over at you and his friends with a sad and knowing smile on his face. And then with one last look, he turned and ran down the stairs towards the blast doors. He knew he could keep you from following, lock the doors behind him with impenetrable magic. But he also knew that in your heart, you would never want to be without him. You would resent him forever if he left you on Earth alone.

You, Sylvie, and Mobius ran down the stairs after him immediately, but he was already through the airlock doors. The three of you watched Loki open the blast doors with his magic and start to step outside, absent of any protective suit. As you reached out to open the airlock door and go after him, Mobius pulled you back.

"Mobius, I have to go! I have to get to him!!!" you screamed.

"You can't! The temporal radiation will kill you if you open that door and go out there, you know that!"

"But it's going to kill HIM!" you cried out as you watched Loki walk out onto the walkway.

But something amazing started to happen. As the temporal energy shredded his TVA clothes away with every passing second, something else began to take it's place. Flowing dark green linen draped his form, traditional and humble shoes appeared on his feet, and a horned crown adorned his head. He looked absolutely Godlike and regal. As Loki walked closer to the Loom - this imperfect piece of machinery that took so much from so many - he lifted his hands, called upon his magic, and destroyed it in a flash of bright green and white light.

Then, there was darkness. Loki wasn't done, though. He reached out to grab a strand of time and suddenly it glowed back to life, his beautiful green magic allowing it to thrive. He grabbed another, and another. You, Mobius, and Sylvie stood silently in the airlock, watching as Loki brought the timelines back to life, one by one, gathering them in his hands. Above him, a chasm opened in the sky, revealing the End of Time. Loki looked back one last time at the 3 of you back in the airlock. He had no idea if you would really come after him like you said - but he wanted to see your face one last time if it was truly to be the last. Your eyes locked, and you knew now that the temporal energy was gone, there was no threat if you left the airlock.

"I have to go with him." you said to Mobius and Sylvie. "His worst fear is to be alone, and he is going to condemn himself to a lifetime of loneliness to save us all!" you said as you opened the door.

"Y/n, please! Stop! You don't know what you're giving yourself to." This time, it was Sylvie who pulled you back, holding your arm so you couldn't run down the walkway.

"Yes, I do. I'm giving myself to love. I'm giving myself to free will, to choice, to hope." you said.

"Sylvie, let her go," Loki called out. "It's going to be okay." he assured.

Sylvie let go of you hesitantly, and you started your walk out to Loki. When you reached him, he could not take your hand, but you took his arm. Together, you began to ascend the invisible stairs to the End of Time as he held the reanimated timelines in his hands. As you both crossed the threshold of the chasm to the End of Time, He Who Remains' throne and the ruins of his citadel came into view. Loki walked forward to the throne, the one he never wanted but was always destined to have. The timelines took on the beautiful form of a tree - Yggdrasil, the tree of life - the tree of the multiverse that Loki would tend to for eternity.

"This is where I'll have to stay forever, darling. I can never leave, never move. Tending to the timelines is my glorious purpose, my eternal burden. Are you truly willing to stay here with me?" he inquired.

"Yes, my love", you answered without hesitation.

"For all time?" He asked.

"Always".

[cherryfennec]

what are some of your favorite Super Paper Mario headcanons?

I wasn't sure how specific you'd want those to be but I tried to think of a few that I personally enjoy/tend to apply myself!Includes spoilers.

Some general headcanons:

SPM takes longer than than a day/few days (maybe about a month or two)

Flipping into 3D is a nauseating experience and it takes time to fully adjust to it (especially for Mario, he never really managed to get over it).

Pure Hearts emit a comforting aura, a sense of warmth and calm, while the Chaos Heart feels like a thousand voices are whispering in your ear.

Some character specific headcanons:

Mario finds himself confused and lost more than he ever did in his life during this adventure. His usual confidence and grounded attitude are shaky because almost everything in these other worlds makes no sense to him, which is rather frustrating, especially at the beginning of his journey where he's completely surrounded by strangers and forced into the hero role. (Seriously, Mario couldn't even go home if he wanted to because he's stuck not on an island but between dimentions where he was TELEPORTED IN. There isn't really a door that leads to the Mushroom Kingdom.)

Peach's parasol is hardened by steel and enhanced by magic with a sharp tip at the end. She changed her heels to something more comfortable on the Flipside and put her hair up so it doesn't get in the way during travel and unavoidable combat.

Bowser takes his 'marriage' very seriously. He cares more about Peach than Mario in the team so when she's trouble he'll dash to assist her (he can run when he really wants to huh), but if the red plumber's in trouble he'll pretend to not see it or brush it off. (unless his lovely wife nags him about it).

Luigi, after landing is the Underwhere, finds lots of stuff in his pockets that he doesn't remember squirreling away like firecrackers, bolts and a small screwdriver. He is in fact very confused.

Count Bleck isn't very emotional. Most of the time he only has one, sad and dull expression. Any type of larger emotion showing through means that you've REALLY pushed it to the extreme.

The minions know the kind person that the Count is deep at heart so they're not put off by his frown, except for Mr.L. A default reaction that the brainwashed soldiers get as a 'bonus' from Nastasia is the highest respect for the Count, yes, but also fear of him. The fear ensures that they are most obedient but it's more of a failsafe than anything. You can imagine how it looks when Mr.L, an exploding and tempered personality, runs around the castle causing havoc like a brat and then suddenly just FREEZES on the spot at the sight of Bleck.

On the topic of the quirks of Nastasias ability, usually a person only needs to be brainwashed once. HOWEVER due to a certain someone who likes to provoke the man in green and his subconscious she is required to sometimes strengthen the control on Mr.L as she doesn't trust the magician with keeping his mouth shut. At one point she directly orders L to actively stay away from the jester, even forcing him to follow her around when she works.

Dimentios poncho and hat are covered in glitter and his mask is porcelain-esque, also the idea of him being the "son of the magician". I just think this theory is quite fitting and I like the thought of him being actually 3000 years old. He's not very popular at the castle but everyone has a silent agreement to not bother him. He however bothers everyone and likes to stare. When he's intrigued he tends to tilt his head slightly.

Mimi enjoys designing clothes and tries to give fashion advice to her teammates (to absolutely no avail because who cares we're literally ending the world, we're evil and depressed blehhhh). She and Dimentio have an 'annoying sibling' dynamic and she wouldn't hold back against him in battle at all for all the times he's messed with her. She also enjoys filing her nails to be super sharp.

Nastasia is a very strict person who takes her duties seriously but she does have a side for fun. You just need to search for it a little.

O'Chunks likes to spar with Mr.L in his free time. Mr.L is in general one of the few people he can do this with since Mimi says that 'she doesn't want to ruin her dress over such a stupid thing' and Dimentio always finds an excuse or simply dissapears.

Post SPM headcanons:

There is little conflict with the neighbouring kingdoms after the void incident. Peach, Mario and Luigi use that free time to have fun and just relax after everything that happened. They need eachothers support for the time being.

'Team Bleck' still meets up often after everything and hangs out. They don't necessarily talk about the Count but it's nice knowing that there are other people who understand what you're feeling right now. *They've been trying to have a full group reunion with Luigi included for some time now. Things are a bit awkward among them but it's still nice when he agrees to come along.

Luigi inherits some of Dimentios mannerisms which shine through from time to time such as laughing patterns, hand gestures and a rather malicious looking grin... A bit more unrelated and physical change is that his hair tends to turn white when he's around strong sources of power. (Dream Stone and Dark Star levels kind of powerful ykyk maybe Super Star as well or stardust in general cause star child origins) and the eyes somewhat darken.

He's also never really informed about the specifics of his Mr.L and Super Dimentio arc. Mario doesn't really want to burden his brother with something that was in the past and not a necessary in his eyes knowledge since it wasn't truly him.

The Chaos Heart isn't completely gone. It rests, slowly regaining power within it's host, accumulating all the scattered fragments like puzzle pieces. Try all you want but you can never fully get rid of chaos, it's an inescapable force.

I might gather up some more another time but I'd say that's it for now! You might've already heard some of these before but I hope it was at least a good read.

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you guys know the s5 scene where catra left adora to die?

here's another thing i noticed.

she's apologizing for dying. while it's really fucked up, it is within adora's character to apologize for something she couldn't control. i can't recall, but she did something similar to glimmer and bow a few minutes prior to this.

however, while the writers may not have intended for this, adora is also apologizing for this:

now, you might be drawing a blank at how this is correlated to her apology, until you remember what exactly catra and adora were talking about here:

adora is about to die.

originally, the conversation was about adora somehow choosing shadow weaver over catra ( which did not happen ), but when catra wasn't winning the argument, she shifted it to be about adora practically being led to her death.

catra's wording starts out as her acknowledging that adora doesn't have a choice in this ( which goes against her earlier reaction to just crying and running away from her when she gets the failsafe ), but then it changes its tune and becomes an accusation of choosing this path, when adora has been forced to take this.

basically, adora is apologizing to catra in the finale as if to prove that catra was right, even though she's literally dying right in front of her.

and catra never apologizes for leaving her.

speaking of which, would this apology even work on catra?

because we all know the real reason she left.

she left because somehow, someway, she twisted the entire conversation and everything related to shadow weaver as adora actively wanting to be around their abusive mother, despite showing multiple cases to catra herself that she doesn't.

adora doesn't like being around shadow weaver. she doesn't like her at all. she may not want the woman to suffer harshly, adora did heal her when she was sick, but she doesn't want to be around shadow weaver if she doesn't have to be.

and catra knows that. there's several instances throughout the show that she's smart enough to see and understand that. she even uses a torture method sw used on her previously on adora and swift wind in the previous season, because she knew it would severely hurt her. especially since catra, for whatever reason, put the electrocution on steroids.

so, it's not like catra has been blind to adora's distaste, she just chooses when to acknowledge it.

catra sees adora eventually dying as 1. choosing to die and 2. choosing shadow weaver over her, in this current scene.

adora has no idea catra thinks this way, so her apology for just dying is not only really fucked up, but is most likely entirely pointless.

these two don't see the same problem. at least, not the exact same one. catra may still be pissed off at adora daring to "choose" the universe over death, for daring to choose the lives of literally everyone on the motherfucking planet over herself, but she's still more upset at adora "choosing" their mother over her.

so, what is adora apologizing for exactly?

yes, for dying, but how does catra see it? knowing catra, the best case scenario is she probably sees it as adora apologizing for being "wrong" ( because she says "no matter what happens, i am staying with you", but then gaslights adora into staying ), and for choosing their mom over her, even though neither of those are true or correlated within the context.

this level of thinking is on par with stans, so i'm not surprised catra herself acts this way.

it sure did hurt my brain when i realized it, though.