#Pumpkin Timeline

[ectosbiologlst]

do u want to be in the room where it happens

Not even Alexander Hamilton himself would be able to stand this

I’ve learned more about Eridan today than I learned in the past few months of knowing him

I feel kinda invasive now…

[thosetrollkids]

happy halloween!! a fat baby in a pumpkin for all your fat baby pumpkin needs

[wolfofcelestia]

I just wanted to post Rei laughing, but then he kept saying such sweet things in such a soft, whispery way that I needed this whole entire scene here

In another life, MC must've wished for Master of Fate's happiness, and he, in turn, gave that happiness to Zayne, so that he may make his own MC happy too

[hoofpeet]

I'm a little confused on the Hisui timeline involving Pumpkin. Did Rei give Ingo Pumpkin RIGHT before he left back to his time or did they stay in Hisui a bit longer with Pumpkin and then leave?

Well Pumpkin is kindof one of those funny little what-if things to think about that I ended up getting attached to and working into the canon so, I didn't really write the timeline with him in mind . But the way I'm imagining it is Pumpkin hatched maybe a month before Ingo gets un-eebied, was caught by Rei and given to Ingo maybe a week or so beforehand? And possibly. Snuck into Ingo's bag while he wasn't looking to take a nap and was accidentally taken with Ingo & Spice when they got un-eebied

[undertale-writing-times]

🎃 with Cross, please!

"Y/n, I think you might be going overboard with how many pumpkins you have. I know the castle is big, but isn't this a bit much?" Cross asks, looking over all the pumpkins that you brought back to Dream's place.

You look at him, squint, then stick your tongue out at him, "Don't talk like that. You're wrong." you stab your knife into the top of the pumpkin, cutting at it. "I would have gotten more if the lady at the store didn't look at me weird."

"Yes, how dare she stare at you weird while you're buying 20 pumpkins." Cross crosses his arms over his chest then laughs and walks over to help cut another one. "At least we can keep the seeds… why do humans do this again?" You smile and start to explain the legend of the jack o'lantern and why you guys do this.

He nods along, listening and interested. This was pretty neat!

[sappyf0x]

INKTOBER AND RISETOBER DAY 3 ARE FINALLY DONE!!!!!!!!!

Inktober Day 3: Path

Risetober Day 3: Pumpkin

Feature: Ink Sans and Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Donnie

[davekat-sucks]

I gave the candy route a brief read based from the synopsis, and oh god I hate how the team handled the la resistance story poorly that even other movies and games with the same them handled it waaaaay better.

And after I played XCOM2, it only worsen since despite its flaws, XCOM2's resistance story makes more sense than whatever HSBC's candy route tells.

The war in the Candy Timeline really is stupid.

[kelp-my-beloved]

HE WAS THE PUMPKIN TOO?!?!?!?

[ectosbiologlst]

:B found a computer! I should really carry some on me like jade pesters me to but then I’d never be excited when I find one myself

You are apart of the PUMPKIN TIMELINE which happens due to you eating a PUMPKIN PIE at the picnic. This timeline was not supposed to happen, or was it? What if some characters get the happy endings they deserve? Would that be too much to ask?

Apparently DIRK STRIDER thinks otherwise. Being the main character is in his grasp, he can see it through his splinters. He can right this wrong.

You are in the pumpkin timeline and things are being rewritten as time goes.

JANE CROCKER is NO LONGER running for president. Her rival in this battle for presidency is NOT KARKAT VANTAS who DOESNT KNOW she isn’t running anymore yet! The people won’t have to vote for them and both parties will get their own endings.

Feeling the pressure and being hunted down by a SICK ANIME GUY IN SHADES has led you to flee to the forest.

This is all so stupid!

(( @beeishappy12 <- send ooc questions here ))

[words-writ-in-starlight]

Sorry I just

What was the fucking PLAN here, now that they've split the Circle and sent two people off alone into two different places

In the event that, say, one of those two people found the fucking monster, what was the plan. What were they going to do about that.

[ryctone]

Do you have any fun facts or tid bits about Custard Guard!Pumpkin Cream that you want to share but haven’t yet?

Ooooh that's a good question!

There's is a lot I have planned for it, yes, Like his and Madeleine's broken bond over the whole Paladin Academy fiasco, how Madeleine wants to have a good relationship with Pumpkin again but Pumpkin not really having any of it despite being brothers...

There's also a thing involving magic candy and Licorice but I need to work a bit more on that shhh-

[fantasblog]

Have some Andy apple!sans and Peter the pumpkin!sans

That characters belongs to me

[autumnsorbet]

Jackie E. oak

My first Rwby OC I thought of him years ago when I first got into Ruby here he is , I'm going to be using him in the au I'm working on

Name :Jackie E. Oak

Fairy teal inspiration: Jack pumpkin head from ozma of Oz

Age:15/16

Continent of origin: anima

Occupation: huntsman, Jackie got accepted in the school early around the age of 14 like Ruby he got to skip some grades he was originally at beacon academy but then transferred, to Haven academy to be closer to his family who lives on anima

Weapon :(didn't have a name yet) 😅

Semblance: tangerine inferno (it's a fire like semblance similar to cinders magic he can use fire to fly and convert dust into fire and energy to use in the battle and can regenerate himself and any wounds he gets using heat but he has to Pace

himself his semblance uses up a lot of Aura within 7 to 10 minutes so he has to time his attacks carefully, he can fly for up to 30 minutes to 40 minutes

before his Aura tries to give give out on him and he has to wait and regenerate some of it , he can also use other fire around him and convert it into his own attacks if he needs

Magic: yes this character has magic this is a character I'm going to be using in the AAU I've been working on in the past couple of years since Volume 8 where there are other characters that have magic

on remnant but they aren't from remnant or at least aren't descendant from remnant like Oz Salem and everyone else is currently they're from worlds that

are linked to remnants similar to how the vaults are linked to remnant so Jackie does have magic he just hasn't hasn't unlocked yet

Personality:

Jackie is a fun loving and outgoing person like most characters he likes to be adventurous do dangerous and stupid things people often says he acts like he doesn't have a brain in that he acts kind of like a

airhead he also likes to do extreme stunts although he does get injured often due to his semblance having a bit of a healing Factor he sometimes

comes out with not that much damage to him, he also likes to flirt with everybody he needs doesn't matter who if he thinks they're interesting person he could date he'll flirt with them

Back story:

Child hood

Jackie is a childhood friend of oscars they've known each other since they were 3 years old, Jackie has two older sisters and had an older brother he has

four nieces and nephews and two brother-in-laws, his parents are also alive in their 50s, his brother

was killed on a day called silver Sunday along with Oscar's parents his brother was a silver eye warrior, Oscar's parents were in the car with Oscar's great

aunt from his father's side who was also a civil right warrior and on that day a bunch of silverlight warriors who lived in the city that Oscar and Jackie lived in were all targeted by an unknown group that is secretly working for Salem to hunt down and capture or kill silver-eyed warriors

Ages 13-16

After his brother passed away and his friend Oscar moved Jackie owned his skills and got accepted into one of the huntsman academies after getting noticed by professor ozpin , even though he was

only 14 years old his family didn't like the idea of him also becoming a huntsman like his brother at first but after seeing that he was getting accepted early decided to give him the chance to go off on his, Jackie for a few years was that beacon

academy within after his parents got sick he transferred to menstrual academy to be closer back with his family, after he graduated he and his team split up and he ended up joining and taking his

brother's place on the team that his brother was a part of Jackie is temporarily living in vacuo supporting an organization that his family and even Oscar's family has been a part of for generations called The starlight organization he's currently there trying to help his cousin take over the starlight organization from a from an in-law who currently has control over the full organization

[azrealini]

can't stand living in a timeline where someone can say they hate a seasonal drink can enter a pipeline discussion into woman-dominated fields being paid less

[undertale-writing-times]

🎃 with Dusty, please!

"Come on, Dusty, you're better with a knife than me! Help me out with this." You whined, holding up your pumpkin that you wanted to carve. "It's a normal Halloween thing to do!"

Dusty, who laid out on the couch, let out a sigh, "Y/n, I said we could do it in a bit. I just got home, I wanted to rest." You walk over and put the pumpkin onto his tummy, or at least where it would be if he wasn't a skeleton.

He stares at you and you stare at him, then he picks up his knife and stabs it into the top of the pumpkin, starting to cut around the stem. "You're annoying, you know that?" you smile and lean down, kissing his cheek. "You love me."

After he cut the top part off, you took it to go get the seeds and stuff out. You knew that he needed to rest, you just wanted that part off... later, he came to help you carve it the rest of the way, resting his head against your arm.

"Make sure to keep the seeds to give to Axe, he'd wanna eat them." and probably make pumpkin pie with other stuff... that'll be nice.

[mimimarvelingmarvel]

time bound part three

pairing: worst wolverine!logan howlett x f!mutant!reader

Part Three - Masterlist

summary: Y/n’s life takes a dramatic turn when the Time Variance Authority intervenes, pulling her from a critical moment in her timeline. The TVA sends her to the void where she eventually meets with Deadpool and a very familiar face. With Deadpool's universe in the balance, alongside his reluctant would-be pal, Wolverine, and the enigmatic time-bending mutant known as the Veil, the trio must complete the mission and save Deadpool’s world from an existential threat.

overall warnings: 18+, Fem!Reader, AFAB Reader, Use of Y/N, Her X-Men name is Veil, She/her pronouns, Swearing, Angst, Heavy Violence, Character Death, Deadpool (he’s his own warning), Hurt, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, TVA

word count: 2k

My legs feel numb, something cold and metallic digging into my back—chains, pinching at my skin. I try to shift, but the restraints hold me tight. There’s a warmth surrounding me, and I glance up to see Johnny's face, our noses inches apart. “Welcome back, Pumpkin!” Deadpool’s voice calls out from behind, dripping with that annoying cheerfulness that makes me groan and drop my head.

Johnny twists us around, the chains binding the two of us together keeping us suspended above the ground. Now, I’m facing Logan and Deadpool. Deadpool’s staring at me, and while it’s hard to tell through the mask, the tilt of his head makes me think he’s smiling.

He turns to Logan and asks, “How long was I asleep?”

Logan’s response is gruff, “Not all of you was asleep.”

I cringe. “That’s so—"

“Hot?” Deadpool interrupts, his tone mockingly hopeful.

“I was going to say disgusting.”

Deadpool pouts, his voice taking on a playful edge. “I sense a little closeted anger there.”

I squint at him, feeling the absurd need to defend myself. “I’m pretty comfortable with my sexuality, thank you very much.”

“Don’t clench those cheeks of yours too tight, Pumpkin. I see the way you look at Wolvie here.” He tilts his head towards Logan, who finally meets my gaze.

I quickly look away, shame creeping in. He must hate me for what I did. Or for what I couldn’t do.

Deadpool starts rummaging around, searching for something. “Don’t bother. They’re very thorough,” Johnny tells him, a slight edge to his voice.

Logan cuts in, his tone demanding, “You know where we are, start talking.”

Johnny’s voice is calm but serious. “You’re in The Void. Think of it as purgatory. Reed called it a metaphysical junkyard where anything useless goes before it gets annihilated forever, and where the TVA sends people that don’t play nice with the rest of the multiverse.”

Logan raises an eyebrow. “Like you?”

Johnny nods. “And you. Or her.”

Logan’s voice hardens. “What does the annihilating?”

“Alioth,” Johnny answers, his voice low.

Deadpool’s eyes widen behind his mask. “Alioth is in this thing? From Loki, season 1, episode 5? You know she wrote a fanfic about Loki. I’m talking to you, reader.” He suddenly turns to face the empty space, as if he’s breaking the fourth wall again. 

I squint at him, my voice dripping with annoyance. “What are you doing?”

Deadpool gives me that familiar little head tilt, and I can almost see the grin beneath his mask. “Just keeping things meta, Pumpkin.”

Johnny continues, “Everyone here is on the run from Alioth. Most don’t make it. But there’s a resistance. Other people like us that manage to survive. We’re hiding out in the borderlands, trying to find a way to fuck outta here.”

Logan nods, his voice resolute. “Then that’s where we go.”

Deadpool's eyes light up with excitement. “We? Us? A team? The answer is yes. Shake on it.”

Logan unsheathes his claws, the metal gleaming menacingly.

“Fuck! You nicked it,” Deadpool yelps, pulling his hand back quickly. “Just got the tip with your little steak knife.”

Logan ignores him, turning back to Johnny. “These others can help us get back to the TVA. They can fix things.”

Johnny lets out a dark laugh, and I nudge him, trying to keep him focused.

Logan’s eyes narrow. “Something funny, Bub?”

Johnny’s expression grows serious. “She might have something to say about that.”

Logan’s brow furrows in confusion. “Who’s she?”

Johnny's voice lowers ominously. “In The Void, you’re either food for Alioth, or you work for her.”

The words hang heavy in the air as we approach the gates—or rather, the colossal, decaying corpse of Ant-Man. His gigantic hands, now reduced to skeletal remains, are locked together to form the entrance. As they creak open, a cold shiver runs down my spine, a foreboding sense of doom settling over me. Johnny’s body flares with heat, a stark contrast to the icy dread filling my veins, betraying his own spike of anxiety.

We’re unceremoniously dumped out of the cage, rolling onto the hard, unforgiving ground of the courtyard. The atmosphere here is bleak, desolate—a wasteland filled with the lost and the damned. Variants and mutants alike mill about, their eyes hollow, their spirits crushed by the relentless despair of this place.

From behind, I feel Pyro’s glare burn into my back. I turn slightly, catching sight of Toad, still nursing his wound. With a spiteful smirk, I stick my tongue out at him, my eyes glinting with a momentary spark of defiance.

The air around us shimmers, rippling with unseen energy as Cassandra’s presence draws near. In my sleep, I had only glimpses of her, vague and haunting. But now, as her silhouette emerges, a pang of grief stabs at my heart—she reminds me too much of Charles.

Deadpool breaks the tension with his usual irreverence. “Oh, you must be this year’s Juggernaut.”

“Please be quiet,” I mutter, but my voice lacks conviction.

“Keep your voices down,” Juggernaut rumbles. “She don’t like the chatter.”

Logan casts a sidelong glance at Deadpool. “She’s gonna love you.”

Deadpool, never one to heed warnings, continues, “Is it Charles? Hey, hey, Chuck, it’s us!”

Logan and I exchange a grim look. “That’s not Charles,” we say in unison.

Cassandra steps from her wheelchair, moving with a graceful menace as the sunlight catches her bald head. The air around her seems to crackle with latent power.

“Ah, shit. Oh, ableism great. That’s not gonna go over well with the woke mob,” Deadpool quips, earning a scowl from Logan.

Cassandra’s eyes settle on Logan first, cold and calculating. “A Wolverine. I wondered when I’d get one of you.” Then she turns to me, her gaze piercing through my defenses. “You’re one of Xavier’s.”

Deadpool, ever the disruptor, cuts in. “You know him, you know Chuck?”

Cassandra’s smile is thin, almost serpentine. “Oh, I knew him. We shared a womb. Tried to strangle the sly little fellow with my umbilical cord.”

“Amen,” Deadpool responds, almost gleeful. “I’ve never loved roommates. Mine’s blind, except she could see cocaine for some reason.” He turns to Logan, searching for an ally. “You wanna chime in, Your Majesty? I’m dying here.”

“Who are you?” Logan growls, his patience wearing thin.

“Charles Xavier’s twin,” Cassandra says, her voice dripping with venom. “Cassandra Nova.”

Deadpool’s eyes widen in mock horror. “Oh, shit. Is it anal birth?”

Cassandra’s expression remains unreadable as she assesses us, her tone almost playful. “You two are cute. I have a good feeling about this.”

Her gaze sharpens as she shifts back to Johnny, a predatory gleam in her eye. “And I’ve been trying to catch this little firefly for years, haven’t I, Johnny? You picked the wrong time to make new friends.” She spares me a brief, dismissive glance. “I’ll get to you later,” she adds, her voice like ice. “—pumpkin.”

A shiver runs through me at the nickname, the way it slithers off her tongue far more menacingly than it ever did from Deadpool.

Deadpool, undeterred, presses on. “Oh, Johnny told us all about you.”

Logan’s warning is low and dangerous. “Maybe shut up now.”

“Yeah, maybe don’t,” I echo, my nerves fraying.

But Deadpool barrels ahead. “We were just talking here. Yeah, Johnny told us you’re a psychotic, megalomaniacal asshole. His words, not mine. Hell-bent on domination and pain.”

Cassandra’s eyes narrow. “You said all that about me?”

Johnny stammers, panic clear in his voice. “No, no! How do you— I didn’t say anything!”

“Sticks and stones, Johnny!” Deadpool laughs, his tone mocking. “Don’t let her intimidate you. Like you said in the convoy. This finger-licking, dead inside, pixie slab of third-rate dime store nut milk can eat your delicious cinnamon ring and kick rocks all the way to bald-hell.”

Johnny looks horrified. “I have never said any of those words in my entire life!”

My muscles tense, knowing Deadpool is pushing too far. “That’s enough, Deadpool,” I warn, preparing to act if necessary.

But Deadpool continues, seemingly oblivious. “Ah! The modesty! People think I’m a shit-talker, but this guy, next level.”

“What? This- I- wait- I don’t even know what half of that means!” Johnny protests, his confusion growing.

In a flash, I manage to blip Johnny back a few hours, replacing him with a decoy just as Cassandra’s wrath descends. She tears into the decoy with brutal efficiency, ripping its skin clean off. I breathe a sigh of relief, knowing Johnny is safe, even if the others are none the wiser.

Deadpool gasps in mock horror. “Not my favorite Chris.”

Logan’s fury is palpable. “You stupid piece of shit, you just got him fucking killed!”

I feign distress, staring at the decoy’s lifeless form, playing my part.

“Hey, we’re all grieving!” Deadpool adds, his tone too flippant. “PS, do you know what he was doing to the budget?”

Cassandra’s voice cuts through the tension. “Alioth is hungry.”

“There’s been some kind of mistake,” Deadpool protests, his bravado faltering. “Big Yellow is a backup Anchor Being, and I’m Marvel Jesus, MJ if you’re nasty. This may be hard to hear, but there’s another British villain. He’s gonna destroy my universe, and I’m gonna stop him.”

Cassandra’s smile is chilling. “Oh, honey, you don’t really strike me as a world-saving type.” Deadpool flinches. “Did I hit a nerve?”

He tries to regain his footing. “I didn’t want it to come to this. Either you help us, or my friend here is gonna sing the entire second act of Music Man, with zero warm-up.”

Logan tries to change the subject. “Where’d you get the chair?” 

“Once in a while, I do get a Charles through here,” Cassandra muses, her voice distant, almost nostalgic. “Never mind, though. No. He didn’t care to find me.”

Deadpool rolls his eyes, exasperated. “Ah, Gen-Z and their trauma-bragging! Can’t you just stuff it down, turn it into accomplishment or cancer like the rest of us?”

Cassandra’s eyes gleam with dark amusement. “But I’m not like the rest of you. Except maybe the Wolverine. Now, we could be truly terrifying together.”

Logan sneers, his claws itching for a fight. “You’re that scary, huh?”

“The TVA certainly thought so,” Cassandra replies, her tone dripping with satisfaction. “They sent me here before I could walk. And you know, it’s the best thing that ever happened to me. I love it here.”

“You live in a garbage dump,” Deadpool retorts, unimpressed.

Cassandra’s smile widens, a cold, cruel thing. “I think we both know who lives in the garbage dump. The Void is a paradise. I can wield my power here without shame. Unfortunately, I had no Charles Xavier to teach me temperance.”

Her eyes lock onto mine, sharp and predatory. I’m still coated in the thick, warm blood of Johnny’s decoy, and the sight only seems to excite her. “I told you I would get to you. I’ve been waiting to crack into that mind of yours.” She steps forward, her finger outstretched, and I stumble back, my heart pounding in my chest.

But she’s too fast, closing the distance in an instant. Her long, cold fingers seize my face, digging into my temples with a vice-like grip. The pain is excruciating, a white-hot lance that stabs through my skull as she roots around in my mind. Flashes of my past flood my vision—my dead friends, my failures, my desperate search for Logan. And then, the happier memories, from a time long gone, when Charles and Erik were younger, when hope still felt within reach.

With a sudden, brutal yank, Cassandra rips her fingers free, leaving me crumpled on the ground, gasping for breath.

I hear Logan shout something, but the words are muffled, lost in the haze of agony clouding my thoughts.

“Interesting,” Cassandra murmurs, almost to herself. “But boring. Your Charles, he protected you, made you feel safe?”

Logan’s growl is low, feral. “We’re done talking.”

“No,” Cassandra whispers, her voice a silken thread of menace. “We’re just getting started.”

Next Part

A/N: Guys, I’m on a roll and I was originally going to write this chapter as a recap but with Logan’s POV, instead, those will be added later as bonus chapters! I’ll try get a masterlist up and running.

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