#chatty Multiverse

[the-multiversal-headspace]

Have you ever just eaten something and an alter fronts during so and you just hear the most loudest

EOUGH-!

ever?? And find out later what you ate was what they hated that happened to me and two alters....they didn't front for 2 days afterwards lmfao 😭 sorry boys ..

[thebarneschronicles]

Navigating the Ordinary

(A Closer To Home Blurb)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: 1.4k

Synopsis: What starts as a lunch invitation quickly spirals into an unexpected errand to the local CVS, where playful banter about modern absurdities and a deep dive into his dating history lead to unexpected revelations. Between teasing smiles, lingering touches, and an embarrassing encounter in the Family Planning aisle, you realize that the quiet intimacy you share with him runs deeper than either of you might admit.

Trigger Warnings: Talks about contraception! Wrap it before you tap it, kids.

Author’s Note: Surprise surpriseeee... These two keep branching out like multiverse timelines in my head—every time I finish one story, another pops up, ready to be written. I’d love to hear your thoughts! Love, B xx

Closer To Home Masterlist

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“What are the chances you’ll ditch your research for lunch with me?”

His voice cut through the haze of your thoughts, making your head snap up from the monitor you had been glaring at for the past ten minutes. You had been reading the same line over and over again until the words had lost all meaning, blending together in an incoherent mess.

You couldn’t think. You couldn’t sleep. You couldn’t breathe.

Because every waking moment was consumed by the man currently standing in your doorway, looking like stormy weather personified, all brooding intensity with a permanent frown carved between his brows. Though, if you were being honest, that frown hadn’t been quite so permanent lately. It was all anyone could talk about in the office—Bucky Barnes had been downright chatty, even (gasp) smiley at times. And all signs pointed to you.

Your relationship wasn’t exactly a secret, but lately, it had become impossible to ignore. Especially after he had shown up with flowers on the exact day of your big meeting—just because.

Ah, the joys of romance with a 1940s man. He put any modern millennial to shame.

“Are you buying?” you asked, grinning as you pushed back from your desk, giddy excitement bubbling up despite your best efforts to suppress it.

“As long as I get to pick the place,” he shot back, smirking as you stood up and stepped closer. He didn’t resist when you stretched onto your toes to kiss him, his hand automatically settling at your waist.

“Just don’t take me to that Asian place and you’re golden,” you murmured, scratching lightly against the stubble on his jaw.

Bucky frowned. “What’s wrong with the Asian place?”

You arched a brow, deadpan. “The fact that you dated their waitress.”

He pulled back slightly, scoffing. “It was one date!”

“One date too many.” You grabbed your coat and purse before brushing past him with a smug grin. “Let’s go, Sergeant.”

Your acceptance of his invitation hadn’t been entirely selfless. After a satisfying meal, you had successfully maneuvered Bucky into a CVS down the block, iced coffee in hand (he was still horrified by the sheer concept of cold brew) and a mental checklist of essentials to grab.

He trailed behind you with the wary expression of a man trained to recognize enemy ambushes, his sharp eyes darting around as though danger lurked behind the towering shelves of discount shampoo. You led him with purpose, your destination clear: the Family Planning aisle.

Rows upon rows of colorful boxes greeted you, a dazzling spectrum of choices labeled with enticing phrases: glow-in-the-dark, flavored, ribbed for her pleasure, lubricated, thin, ultra-thin, XXL—

Bucky, standing beside you with his arms crossed over his chest, let out a quiet, suffering sigh. “You’re overthinking this.” His voice was low and rough, but there was unmistakable amusement there.

“I’m not overthinking,” you argued, reaching for one box, then hesitating and grabbing another. “I just want to make sure we get the right ones.”

“They’re condoms, not a major life decision.”

You shot him a pointed look. “Well, considering they’re for your life decisions, I’d say it’s pretty important. And excuse me for wanting to make informed choices about our health.”

Bucky blinked, then huffed a soft laugh, his lips quirking into a smirk. “Our health, huh? Pretty sure you just like torturing me.”

You grinned. “What do you think?” You held up a neon green box. “Want a glow stick in your pants?”

He groaned, rubbing a hand down his face before snatching the nearest box—ultra-thin, large—and tossing it into the basket he was dutifully carrying.

You peered inside, nodding approvingly. “Satisfied?”

“Never,” he quipped, the grin still firmly in place.

Shaking your head, you stepped closer, curiosity getting the better of you. “So, while we’re on the topic of your charming personality… I’ve been meaning to ask.”

“Uh-oh,” Bucky said immediately, the grin faltering just slightly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You couldn’t hold the smile, eyes scanning his front in a cursory look. “What is it?” He pressed, hesitant.

“Nothing, just—"

“God, I can see the wheels turning in your head.” He shook his head, looking up at the ceiling as if it, somehow, would hold the secrets of the universe.

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” you started again. “What was dating like for you back in the ’40s? You know, before all the… world-saving and cryo-freezing?”

Bucky tilted his head, clearly amused by the question. “Is that it?”

“Just answer the question, Bucky.”

He frowned, but it wasn’t the haunted expression he used to wear when his past was brought up. It was softer now, more contemplative. His gaze flickered downward to his vibranium hand, where his fingers absently traced the ridges in the metal resting on the basket handle. The harsh grocery store lighting made it gleam, but he barely seemed to notice.

“I mean,” you pressed, trying to keep the mood light, “You had to have been a heartbreaker back then. Tall, handsome, that Brooklyn charm—you’re telling me girls weren’t falling all over themselves for you?”

He huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “You’re giving me too much credit.”

“Oh, come on,” you said, leaning closer with a teasing grin. “You’re telling me you didn’t leave a trail of broken hearts across Brooklyn? I mean, don’t tell me there isn’t a little love child of yours lost somewhere around Europe, a little souvenir from your Howling Commandos days.”

Bucky stopped for half a second, then gave you a deadpan look. “Nope. Pretty sure that’s impossible.”

“Impossible?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow. “You’re telling me a guy who looked like you, traveling across Europe while fighting Nazis, didn’t get some? Not even once?”

He shrugged, entirely too casual. “Ever heard of abstinence?”

You stared at him, blinking in disbelief. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope.”

“How?”

He turned to you then, giving you a pointed look that was somehow both amused and mildly annoyed, like he was waiting for you to connect the dots.

“Oh,” you said after a moment, realization dawning. “Wait. Really?”

Bucky sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Look, it’s not like I didn’t have opportunities…” He glanced at you, expression somewhere between sheepish and apologetic, as if he expected you to be upset about women he never actually slept with seventy years ago. What he didn’t know was that, despite the utter irrationality of it, there was a tiny, annoying tug of jealousy.

“But… things were complicated. Steve and I had our priorities. Girls weren’t exactly top of the list.”

You snorted. “Listen, Steve, I get. Big ol’ virgin. But you?”

“Yeah, thanks for that,” Bucky said dryly.

“What?” you said with an innocent shrug. “I’m just saying, it’s hard to believe. I mean, sure, Steve had the whole ‘Captain America’ schtick, but you had the looks, the charm, the whole mysterious bad boy thing going on. You’re telling me girls weren’t lining up for a chance with Sergeant Barnes?”

“Guess they were more into stars and stripes than his Brooklyn buddy,” Bucky said, his tone light, but there was something underneath it you couldn’t quite place.

“They just didn’t know better,” you offered, leaning closer and bumping your shoulder against his.

He gave you a sidelong glance, lips twitching into a small smile. “Yeah, well. Their loss.”

The moment stretched between you, warm and lingering. His fingers tapped absently against the basket handle, and you could see the way he was studying you out of the corner of his eye—like he was still getting used to the way you looked at him, the way you were here, teasing him about something as simple as old dating habits instead of pushing him to talk about war and loss.

Before you could respond, an elderly woman shuffled past with her cart, her gaze flicking pointedly to the box of condoms in your basket before giving you both a knowing look.

You bit the inside of your cheek, fighting a laugh as Bucky immediately turned away, clearing his throat and pretending to examine a display of toothpaste with sudden, intense focus.

“You okay there, Sergeant?” you teased, sidling up to his side and resting your chin on his arm.

“I’m fine,” he muttered, his ears turning faintly pink.

“You sure? You’re looking a little flustered.”

He turned back to you then, slipping an arm over your shoulders and narrowing his eyes, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him, twitching upward in a reluctant smile. “You’re a menace.”

“And yet, here you are,” you mumbled, pressing a kiss to his lips.

His grip tightened around you, hand curling over the back of your neck as he pulled you in closer. He kissed your temple, lips lingering there as he exhaled slowly, like he was breathing you in, like he was grounding himself in the feeling of you.

“Yeah,” he murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Here I am.”

[nevertheless-moving]

Gotta figure that at least 50% of those spidermans were very delibrately not putting their all into the big chase scene, bare minimum 10% actively sabotaging. like oh no we're on a train to the moon, guess we're stuck and can't go after him anymore.

Please.

Running in a pack, big crowd of the chattiest superheros to ever live (and theres a lot of chatty fucking superheroes), several dozen of them with front row seats to the big reveal-

"so why are we after this kid?" "He wants to stop one of his canon events" "his canon events?" "a canon event." "You mean-" "Wait what did she say, we're chasing this guy because he wants to keep his girlfriend from falling to her death?" "Uh. Not sure. Might be the childhood friend - watch your heads - turning evil thing." "I thought those were fixed points? Like you couldn't stop them no matter how much you time traveled back?" "There he is!" "Wait you have time travel?" "No but I heard the spider from earth 1116a-" "Wait if it's fixed then what's the harm in letting him try" "come on you know the multiverse-" "he's trying to keep his boyfriend from dying? Why the fuck are we chasing him?" "Well miguel said-" "you mean Grimdark angsty spiderman?" "Huh?" "No, not you, vampire - incoming, mind your legs - vampire grimdark angsty spiderman-" "oh, him. Isn't he a bit-" "I feel like the trying is what matters, i mean even if he fails-" "so he is a vampire!" "ummm yeah no hold up im not totally comfortable with this whole-" "who's trying to do what? Ooh, got line of sight on him, he's totally webbed in 3,2, AaAghh" "Oh shoot, haha I must have tripped on Spider-Banana-Man whoops, sorry -" "ugh whattever, lost the shot anyway" "Cant believe Spider-Rex boffed it like that, theyre usually great at ambush-" "I heard his uncle-" "No his dad-" "oof, thats-" "Wow is it just me or are we really tripping over each other today" "Hey do you know why we're chasing after this-"

[icycoldninja]

OMG HII WELCOME BACKK im glad to see you again. I was rewatching Spy x family the other day. Can i request a vergil x reader story but theyre like loid and yor? it can be fluff or angst. I'd love to see your take with both eventually but either fluff or angst is fine. WELCOME BACK AGAINN❤️❤️

Hey! Glad to be back! I liked Spy x Family too, so this'll be fun to write. Gonna go ahead and screw with the multiverse by making this an AU where Nero meets Vergil first instead of Dante. Gotta say it turned out fluffier than I intended, but I hope you enjoy!

The half-devil and the devil hunter (Vergil x Reader AU)

Vergil, the storm that is approaching and dangerous half demon, capable of doing almost anything and destroying anyone, found himself in a precarious situation. A 4-year-old clone of himself refused to go to sleep and was begging for another story. When Vergil denied him his request, the boy broke down into tears and was currently thrashing about on the floor, screaming "Story! Story! STORRYYY!"

Vergil didn't want to disappoint the poor kid any more than he already was, but also wanted to demonstrate his authority as his father, so his child would respect him and not expect him to be a pushover, which Vergil adamantly insisted he wasn't. But when it came to cute little toddlers with their pudgy cheeks and teary puppy eyes, Vergil found his resolve wavering.

A few minutes later, with the tiny tot happily snuggled up in his lap under a blanket, Vergil began reflecting on how he even ended up with a child in his custody in the first place. To make a long story short, he had passed by an orphanage once while conducting some half-devil-related business and saw a little boy who looked remarkably like himself playing outside. Upon further inquiry and a DNA test, it was revealed that the boy was indeed Vergil's son, and had been left there shortly after his mother (whose whereabouts remain a mystery) had given birth. Overcome by a sense of sentimentality that normally would not be present within his cold heart, Vergil elected to adopt the boy (named Nero) and raise him as his own. However, in his gusto, Vergil neglected to consider the responsibilities of parenthood—not that he regretted this. He was actually quite content with his current situation.

A few weeks after adopting Nero, Vergil had the honor of running into you, an up-and-coming devil hunter, as you returned home from a mission. Thankfully, you wore a disguise that concealed your weapons, or else he would have caught sight of them and hightailed it out of there before Nero could even notice you were approaching. Enamored by the toddler's cuteness, you couldn't help but stop and say hi. Nero, normally not that chatty with strangers, took a liking to you immediately; Vergil falling for your unintentional charms not too long afterwards. Like father like son, they say.

Because you frequently traveled that road to get to work and to get home from work, and Vergil walked that same road almost every afternoon when he took Nero out for some exercise, you ran into each other all the time. It soon became something you both looked forward to. Every day, you would stop and say "hi", Nero would chatter about things like his toys and stuff he wanted to do, Vergil would mumble about the weather, and you would try very hard to pretend you didn't notice the deep blush on his cheeks.

Was it really any surprise that he asked you out on a date one day? Well, yes, because you honestly didn't expect he would gather the courage to do it anytime soon--you thought you would have to make the first move! But, you were pleasantly surprised, and both of you enjoyed your night out, making plans for another one sometime in the future. It started slow and awkard, but Vergil was the most intriguing person you'd ever met; the more you got to know him, the more you wanted to know more. While he wasn't shy about talking about his relationship with his brother and his past lover, who gave birth to Nero, he convienently left out his demonic heritage. He figured it would be safer for the both of you if you didn't know. You were keeping your fair share of secrets too, particularly about what you did for work. You simply told him you worked at an agency and had signed an agreement that prevented you from talking about any details. Just like Vergil, though you didn't know it, you thought it would be in both of your best interests if Vergil didn't know you were a devil hunter.

As time passed, you got to know each other better, and little Nero started treating you as his mother figure. Vergil decided that he loved you enough, and felt that you would make a perfect mother for Nero, so, rushed as it may seem, he asked you to marry him, and to his surprise, you agreed quite readily. You weren't planning anything nefarious, of course, you had just gotten attached to little Nero and since you were infatuated with Vergil anyway, why not? What was the point in dragging it out and making everybody wait if you were ready to commit?

Keeping secrets never gives benefits in the long run, though. Even though you're now a happy couple with an adorable son, there remains an incessant nagging in the back of your head saying that hiding the truth from your husband is wrong, and bad things will happen if you continue doing so. Vergil feels the same way and hopes you never learn he is a son of Sparda. Fortunately, as long as he refrain from using his powers around you and ensures you never meet Dante, his secret will stay hidden.

That is, of course, as long as little Nero didn't end up inheriting some of his papa's special talents.

[sonicaspeed123]

If u enjoy sonic the hedgehog in any capacity and dont already know this then PLEAAASE listen to me

"Everything is canon" does NOT mean "All one continuity"

There is no one definitive "true version" here. Does Sonic have parents? Yeah sometimes. Sometimes not. Is Sonic chatty and extroverted or reserved and introverted? Well are we talking about Prime!Sonic or X!Sonic? They're very different people.

To me, this is the fun part about Sonic - seeing the same characters in different situations and seeing them grow and react differently according to their experiences. (AU fan brainrot a little, sue me)

If you see people getting annoyed or confused about others "mixing" continuities, that's why. It's been established for a loooong time, hell since the very beginning (look up sega of america's "Sonic Bible" from back in the day) that there are stories which are separate and very different utilizing the same familiar characters. "Everything is canon" means "Your favorite version of Sonic is just as valid as any other." It means multiverse theory wjdndjqbxkxn

-⚡️ & 🧭

[gaylordscooter]

Log of the Multiverse: The "Murder Trio"

Prefacing this by saying that we call them that for convenience and also as a joke. It's a silly name but it gets the point across.

There's three of them, and they murder.

It's that simple.

Although we might as well call them the massacre trio with how much they kill.

Each of them are sanses (per usual) all from different kinds of universes.

Killer, the one with black liquid coming out of his eye sockets and his unusual soul out on display, comes from a universe called "Something New". He joined forces with the Chara of his universe and emptied the underground. Though, he eventually betrayed them and somehow wormed his way out of his universe. He's the most unpredictable and also the most chatty. Reasoning with him might be possible, but I doubt any of us (The Star Sanses) are the kind of people that can reason with him. On the account of I'm Fucking Terrified Of Him (many times he's nearly killed me), Ink doesn't care about reasoning with him, and Dream seems to piss him off.

Current protocol for Killer: distract him, tire him out, toss him somewhere in the antivoid (this keeps him away for a good while but somehow he can travel between universes. it's still unclear how. The same goes for the other two)

Dust, the one literally covered in his namesake and wearing his hood 24/7 (plus his face is somehow completely obscured in shadow), comes from a universe called "Dusttale". Similar to Killer, he's killed a lot of monsters in his underground but he was doing it to stop the human. He's completely silent and doesn't make any unnecessary movements. He's like a statue, really. He creeps me out. Unlike Killer, he doesn't seem like he enjoys killing people (honestly i don't think he feels ANYTHING, really). So why does he do it? Is someone making them?

Current protocol for Dust: Evacuate. Hide. Pray.

Horror, the one with the red eye that isn't his and HUGE skull fracture, comes from a universe called "Horrortale". That universe is ROUGH. The CORE of their universe stopped working correctly after their Frisk left the underground. Without means to make magical food, they had to resort to what they did have, human meat. But Horror refused to eat it and went starving for years. I'm not even sure if he gets food now, but, shouldn't he? if he's showing up in different universes, surely he has the means to get food. I think we could definitely reason with him. We've even been able to talk to him when we do see him!

Current protocol for Horror: Talk to him Restrain.

Update: We haven't seen Dust lately. like in a long while. I'd say this was a good thing, yay, one less murderer in the murder trio, we can call it a murder duo now. But just when i thought we were making progress with Horror, he's completely changed. Like he doesn't even seem to register our voices when we talk to him. He's constantly drooling this weird dark liquid and it's like his body is on autopilot. I can't tell if he's growling or if his (metaphorical) stomach is. At this point, we have to resort to restraining Horror instead of the usual talking to him. He's gotten so much weaker that even I can hold him with blue magic...And Killer doesn't make cocky remarks like he used to, as if all the fun of killing monsters dried out.

Update 2: we haven't seen horror lately. what the hell happened to him and dust. something had to be forcing them to kill all those monsters. something had to be transporting them between universes. if that thing is still out there it can happen again. killer flees at the sight of any of us now. even me.

Update 3: we haven't seen killer lately.

[malsheep]

End of Secrets, Rise of Speakers

“See no evil, Hear no evil, Speak no evil”

Martyn IntheLittleWood made it clear that this proverb was closely tied to the beings that control the multiverse.

Well, we have out Watchers and our Listeners, but who are our Speakers?

I believe we have found them.

The First Speaker

Jimmy Solidarity’s Discord Server recently had an interesting discussion about the lore implications of Wild Life in which we determined the Identity of the first Speaker:

Oli, aka: TheOrionSound

While he is not a member of the series, his presence can still be felt in the voices of the snails and trivia bots. The one part of him in the series is his voice [1], and that voice is coming out of the wild cards’ creations. The things mean to affect the players in a similar fashion to how the Watchers and Listeners do. In the past, every interaction between Being and Player has been silent, but now they Speak and they speak with Oli’s voice.

TheOrionSound is in the Life Series, but only as a Voice.

But If Oli is just the first Speaker, who are the others?

A New Voice has Spoken

Well, who could it possibly be other than Trader Scar?

GoodTimesWithScar is known for two things: Good Times[2] and Talking his way into and out of situations[3]. In Third Life, Scar talked all of the other players into giving him what he wanted and betraying each other. He nearly won the first of the death games by simply talking. His actions from the beginning caused him to become of interest to these otherly beings we call Watchers and to be dubbed by many as “The Watchers’ favorite.” It wasn’t long before his fate was tied to theirs[4]. But this hardly seems like enough to assume he is a Speaker, right? Surely, he’s nothing more than a chatty player. Well, he was. Then, Secret Life came to be.

Secret Life spelled the beginning of the end for the Watchers. Using the watcher to prematurely release Villain Scar as well as chaos from the other members, they were certain they could harvest all the negative emotion they could ever need much faster than in previous iterations of the game. They got greedy, cocky and in their misplaced confidence, their hold over the players started to slip. Jimmy didn’t die first; he escaped his curse. Grian managed to take enough power to free one player (Scar) just long enough to escape the Wither. Scar was never supposed to win Secret life. He was their plaything, their instrument of Chaos, their executioner. He was merely supposed to speed things up, not be the last one standing. The Watchers had to fix things, had to kill Jimmy, to get back what power Grian took, to end the game, but in their panic, they forgot one thing: the newest champion, left alone in a dying world.

How could Scar bare it? All he has ever wanted is to be loved, to be with his friends! And sure, every season he’s had that ripped from his hands, but it was always temporary, always just a moment before they were reunited. Now, he just had an eternity of loneliness. To escape his solitude, he was a player no more.

Isn’t it amazing what humans will do to save themselves?

Secret life deprived him of the love[5] and good times he craves, so he took his fate into his own hands. IT was after his victory that he ascended into being a Speaker.

Regardless if the speculation of Speakers is true, one thing is clear. The Watchers have lost control of the death games. Secret life showed their weakening powers through the breaking of the Canary Curse along with Grian gaining some control during the wither battle. While it was entirely possible for the Watchers to regain control in between seasons, it’s fairly obvious that they have not. Jimmy once again didn’t die first. Grian is very obviously controlling the gimmicks (technically he always does, but this is the most they’ve acknowledged it in game).

A Canary’s Cry

Jimmy broke his curse. Whether it was through skill, luck, or …questionable ethical decisions (elaborated on later) the Canary is free from his cage. And what will he do with his newfound freedom?

Well, some believe he is the next to become more than human.

Now, this will probably be my least coherent part of this discussion because I’ve just typed a research paper about Minecraft instead of studying for my finals and I’m tired. It’s also going to be the least poetic like and flowy because I need to finish this before cram time. Jimmy is a) free from his curse b) talks an awful lot and c) likes to have fun almost as much as the previous two guys. He’s got the qualifications of the Speakers; he could be the next.

He is also well liked by the other potential Speakers. It is possible that they are trying to turn him into one of them like the Watchers did with Grain. We all know that Oli is about obsessed with Jimmy as Etho and Joel are obsessed with each other. Scar has also spent the whole season with Jim trying to causse chaos. Both Scar and Oli are naturally drawn to Jimmy in every universe that they meet. It would make sense for them to induct him into their other worldly shenanigans.

And thus conclude my theory before I completely lose track of where I’m going.

Unsorted notes:

The Watchers seemingly are just mischievous at worst once again. The one making the cruel twists of fate now is Grian. Jimmy made a deal with the Watchers and it seems to have taken an interesting effect on the world (ritual can be found on his Instagram and TikTok)

The people who helped me come up with this are HunterChi and loz!! I have no idea if they have an account here or not.

If Scar and Oli are Speakers like I believe, then it seem they are not intentionally a threat to the well-being of the players like the Watchers are. They appear to just want to have fun and that any tragedy they may cause is genuinely an accident

The Watchers feed on negative emotions. The Listeners want to undo the pain caused by their sighted counterparts. The Speakers want to party.

Most of the team that work on the gimmicks for Grian in wildlife are Artimators and now I kinda feel like they are honorary Watchers, just not the malevolent kind.

This is my first tumblr post and I copy pasted from a word document. formatting may have gotten messed up

Foot notes/references:

[1] Wild Life Episodes 3 and 5

[2] Its literally his name. I don’t know what you want from me

[3] Any SMP that he has ever been in ever

[4] Double life soul bond to Grian

[5] Scar has stated in multiple series and SMPs that all he wants is to be loved. When asked what was    more important to him, love or respect, he chose love without hesitation (Limited Life)

[6] I’m tired now and have no idea why I put citations. Just watch the Life series and it should be obvious where I’m getting most of this from. If it’s not stated in the series, it either in IntheLittleWood’s lore streams or in Oli’s YouTube channel because he keeps posting all of his contributions to the server.

[inotcat04]

Hi!After almost two months I am back with the next part.I am sooooo sorry for not posting any writing stuff in almost two months.Burn out,procrastination and all the bad stuff in life has been pelting me restlessly lately but my 1 month break is coming soon so I hope I can write more then so for now enjoy this part.(Sorry if it is bad,I haven’t written anything for like the past month.)

Credits:Inspired by among the stars by @smol-vehvi (please read her work!)

Part 11

Many days past by in a blur.Through the rush of packing and reassurances from Jes about how she could do it and stuff,Mabel never got the chance to talk to Ford until the day they were scheduled to leave which made her sad but she figured he didn’t want to talk to her since he never came to start the conversation.Ford never talked to Mabel during this period of time.He was never a chatty person anyways,mostly waiting for others to begin before he did so he spent most of his time in the library researching about bill and trying to find ways to defeat him if there were any.

Finally,it came time for them to leave.Of course Mabel was weeping tears as she bid goodbye to Jes before leaving with Ford to begin their great adventure.

Ford flinched when the hard doors to the temple closed shut leaving him alone with his great niece for the first time.He looked down at the girl who he was now responsible for for the next week.Mabel was still wiping her remaining tears from her eyes and cheek,backpack on her back and was scared but excited for this adventure with Gruncle Ford.Ford,not really knowing how to react or comfort Mabel so reached out a hand to Mabel to try and give her comfort.”Thank you.” .She took his hand and they both set out to their new adventure.

—

During the start of their bonding trip,Mabel was the one who started most of their conversations and talk a lot while Ford mainally kept to himself which made Mabel a little sad that he wasn’t trying as hard to communicate as she was but nevertheless she continued and it didn’t take long for him to start cracking because of her charm.

Ford didn’t understand why he was opening up so quickly to Mabel. He usual took a while to do that but with her it seemed so easy. He was sharing stuff that he wouldn’t tell others so quickly and easily and he was incredibly baffled but in a way,didn’t really matter to him,anyway it surprisingly felt good to talk about things that had been on his mind for a long time and hearing someone say their own opinion.Along with Mabel having a lot of maturity about stuff,knowing when to be funny and serious and them having a lot in common than he realised made her nice company. He would even find himself talking about science research while Mabel knitted instead of the other way around where Mabel would talk his ear off while he wrote in his journal he had for two years at the moment.

Life out in the multiverse with Mabel was nice until it was not.

—

“Gruncle Ford!What do you mean we have to in this slime until we reach a portal hub?This slime is up to chest!”Mabel shouted at Ford when they reached a river bank full of slime and told her to go inside it.

They were stuck in a forest,the afternoon sun blazing on them making them feel hot and tanned.The slime glistened in the river,neon green looking as icky as ever.The trees lined the sides of the river bank making it look eerily scary.”Well Mabel,unless you want to stay there until the slime grows even higher,i suggest you get into the slime.”Ford said matter of factly and proceeded to go into the slime which reached up to his stomach.He made a disgusted and an uncomforted face when he realised that the slime stuck to his body and skin before waiting for Mabel to do the same but she wasn’t having it.

”NO!I am standing here until either you or I find a solution that doesn’t involve me going into the portal!”Mabel proclaimed and proceeded to squat on the floor,waiting for another solution but there wasn’t.Ford gave her a pleading look but she wasn’t going to budge even as Ford’s face turned from pleading to anger.

‘Did he even look at the slime?It is so icky and slimy and it is definitely going to stain out already pitch black outfits into even darker shade of black that isn’t even possible.There has to be a solution that can get us out of this problem and in the process can make Gruncle Ford impressed with me.’ Mabel thought and began looking through solutions but no matter how long she squatted there,there wasn’t a solution to this problem.

They couldn’t grappling hook out of the slime since the trees around them were too brittle and thin for them to hold her weight let alone the both of them.Couldn’t open a portal since there were no portal hubs nearby and the one they wanted to go to was too far to connect to.Unfortunately,there wasn’t any boat or something they could float on to get to the other side and to her knowledge about magic so far there wasn’t a spell that could transport them.Well none Jes had told her.Thinking about Jes still felt a pang in her heart but she was still happy to be on this trip with Ford even if it means being apart from Jes for a while.

Eventually,after running through potential solutions and getting her heart broken learning they couldn’t work,she got up and jump into the slime.The slime reaching up to her chest as she predicted.

At this point,Ford was both relieved yet angry at the fact that Mabel made them off schedule by 30 minutes but at least she had finally come to her senses and listened to him.He started walking off with Mabel following him behind slowly.

—

They both finally start their trek to the portal hub and after a while Mabel decided to chat with Ford about anything to pass the sucky time of having their clothes stained and having to walk through slime but when she turned to look at Ford,she realised that he wasn’t there but instead behind her which was weird because he usually liked to be right next to her now that they had been travelling for a while.

“Gruncle Ford?”

There wasn’t a responds

“Gruncle Ford this is serious.Where are you?”

Silence

She stood still until a hurricane of thoughts came her way and crashed into her like a boulder.

‘Where is Gruncle Ford?’ ‘Is he dead?’ ‘Is he alright?’

Then she was running and running until she saw him.

Ford’s eye were closed shut,hands over his ears,clenched,and for the first time since Mabel saw him he looked scared.

“Gruncle Ford?Are you alright?I thought you died!”

She came in for a hug but all she got was a loud shush that echoed around them and a shove so hard that made her almost lose her balance but Mabel wasn’t going to give up so easily,she need an answer.

“Ford,Please tell me what is going on.I can help you.”

“SHUT UP!”

—

It echoed through the forest making birds fly away from where they sat,leaving Mabel feeling hurt.Then Mabel felt mad,she was already mad about the slime staining her clothes and the stickiness of it now this.She tuned her head and spotted the end of the long had one thick pink tree,that she didn’t see previously,that she could use for them to not have to walk in the slime anymore.

‘That is probably a trap…Oh well,at least we don’t have to stay in here for much longer.’

Mabel got out her grappling hook and shot it out,hitting bulls eye to a sturdy branch on the tree and was about to ride it but remember Ford was still there too.She decided to just tied the both of them to the grappling hook and then shoot because it was clear he didn’t want to be touched and talked to.Mabel retracted the grappling hook and they both went flying to the branch which then they climbed down and Mabel decided to set up camp on the ground and call it a day because it seemed like Ford wasn’t keen on continuing the trek to the portal hub anymore.

They both cleaned themselves up with new clothes and wiped any excess slime with one of Mabel’s bandannas and began collecting firewood for the fire they were going to set up since it was growing dark and they both didn’t want to be cold.They did that all in silence since the both of them didn’t want to talk either to anyone or eachother at that moment.

—

The night was dark and tense that night,the only light coming only from the fire that was being kept alive by Mabel as she softly poked at it,her mind clearly somewhere else while Ford was head deep in his journal writing away.

‘RIPPPPPPPPPPPPP’

Mabel looked up and saw him write down something on his now torn piece of paper and sliding it towards her with a pen stuck to it.

—

‘Dear Mabel,I am sorry i shouted at you in the river.I don’t know why i get like this but sometimes loud and shrill noises,textures and things can effect me more than normal people do and i get into these kind of modes of fear,anger,sadness and then i lash out at anyone that come close or makes contact with me then i go mute because i am not in the mood to talk.Unfortunately today that person was you and i lashed out at you.I am sorry i act like this and trust me i wanted to be normal but i don’t know how change me,i am just different,always has been but that doesn’t excuse me lashing out on you like that so i am sorry.Love,Ford.’

—

Mabel looked up to Gruncle Ford after reading the letter.He was fiddling with one of his other pens,glancing up and down at Mabel before she ran over to give him a bear hug as a apology and acceptance of his apologise.Gruncle Ford was very happy that his great niece was very accepting of his outburst saying that he almost physically hurt her and shouted at her and she continued chatting with him while he wrote back since he still wasn’t that keen on talking.

In that moment,he was very grateful in that moment for someone out there to let him have a chance at meeting Mabel.Even though it had only been a few days of him spending one to one time with her,he could tell she would have flourished on earth if it wasn’t for their circumstances and then something hit him.

’If Stan had never opened the portal when the twins were around,she would have never been sucked in.this is all Stans fault!’

But this time instead of blaming him,ford’s mind started thinking about his brother side of the story and,like a switch was flick,he realised if Mabel could forgive him,he could forgive Stan.Sure the situation wasn’t the same but he was sure that Mabel would flourish as much with him compared with her still being on earth.

He was going to read more into his thought and what made him think that way for the first time in his life when Mabel dosed down the fire,threw a blanker at Ford and ordered him to sleep. So thus they both went to sleep,dreaming about what would come the next day.

Hi!I hoped you enjoyed it.His outburst was actually inspired somewhat from mine.(I had mine at school recently,am sure going to get in trouble with it.)Anyways,hoped I did Ford’s autism justice.I like to do autism research for fun so I really hope I didn’t mess anything up.If anything is wrong though,please come and tell me!Anyways,I will hopefully be back soon!BYEEE!

Part 1:

[kairiscorner]

I just love the idea of a miguel o'hara x black cat dynamic, could you possibly write hcs or something else for it?

HELLO ANON !! man, now that you've brought it to my attention,I HAVE TO AGREE, IT IS REALLY CUTE <33 (hang on fuck lemme giggle about this miggy gif for a sec, he so hot I'M SORRYYYY)

he'd find your presence extremely comforting. being miguel o'hara is incredibly difficult, what with carrying the fate of the multiverse on your shoulders and the lives of an infinite number of living beings in your hands, he'd always be on edge, everything may pose a threat to him and everyone around him, and everything might just ruin... everything. i think miguel might have gotten too overwhelmed with work too many times before, and having nobody but himself and lyla to keep him in check, i feel like he's also, almost always, constantly on the brink of breaking. now when he met you, you kind of gave off this aura that you didn't particularly care for making friendships, and that was totally fine with him, you know. but when he learned more and more about you from seeing you more often and going out on missions with you, he learned that it wasn't that you didn't want to make friends, rather, you're not one to make the first move. and when miguel made that first move... oh man did he like you. your whole vibe suddenly changed around him, instead of a reserved and distant kind of person, you became a little more open and a little more bright. though you still were closed off to a lot of other people, your vibe towards miguel changed a lot more when he let himself be closer to you, despite fearing connections himself, because, to him, that's just what felt right. your vibe changed from when before miguel met you, it wasn't an "oh, i don't care" kind of vibe anymore, but rather one that silently and wordlessly told him, "you can talk to me" or an "i'm here for you". when you speak to him, and when you touch him (like on his arms or shoulders) he feels his burdens slowly lightening up. even just you being in the room, after having known you and beginning to trust you with a lot more than he originally would've let you off with, he feels a lot more safe, comfortable, and protected when you're around :>

you're surprisingly a wonderful conversationalist, and he loves that about you. miguel isn't one for small talk, and neither were you. you two appreciated conversations that held significant meaning, not just so you could talk about the weather or other topics that pointed to nowhere in particular. he was a little surprised at how chatty you really were when you both started getting into the topic of your conversation. he would wish time would stop right then and there just so he could eternally listen to your enthusiastic voice when you talk about something you love, because it's a rare moment for both of you, to talk to each other in such a way that it feels kind of intimate, and in a sense, it is. you don't just open up like this and talk like that to just anyone, miguel has been, so far, one of the only people you truly feel comfortable talking to this way without wanting to withdraw. he loves seeing you smile when you talk about your interests, when you're reminiscing happy memories, how you blush when you realize you're getting way too ahead of yourself; he loves every bit of you when you do that <333

whenever his feelings get too out of hand, your touch and voice always calm him down. of course, miguel is not immune to those bouts of anger and frustration when a mission goes awry or when he gets too anxious about another anomaly and what might be the aftermath if they don't take care of it soon. he tells himself he has to be calm, collected, and rational, because if not him... who will be? since you're more observant than a vast majority of people around you, you'd begin to notice the signs in which miguel is starting to lose his grip over his emotions. you have a lot to say to him, but finding the right words at the right time is a luxury, really; so you'd, at first, put your hand on his and look at him in the eye. when he's looking at you, you smile--no matter what kind of face he's staring back at you, be it one of fear, anger, disappointment, resentment--you'd smile up at him anyway. then you'd tell him what you felt like he'd need to hear at the moment, and you'd tell him in the most you way possible, the way he loves hearing comfort, in your own voice. though that doesn't really take away his problems or burdens, he gets relieved so much that he finds the strength to keep going, to keep trying his hardest, and that's because of you.

a/n: SORRY IT'S SO SHORT, BUT I HAD SO MANY THOUGHTS I WANTED TO PUT OUT THERE, imma make more parts of this soooooooon :DD

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @luvstarrstruck @binibinileonara

[loomingcastle]

I LOVE HIM EVEN MORE?!

Ahahhahahh im gonna go crazy.

Anyways, I used to have his backstory on here (if you were here before I decided to delete it and saw it, then oh well lol) but I do have my origin comic. And well, one of my posts spoiling it all didn’t make sense? At least to me. To be honest I had it up before the comic :]

I’ll be posting stuff like interests later or something lol

He’s basically like Geno, but if Geno failed earlier.

What happened?

REMOVED INFORMATION

How does he do in the multiverse?

Well he prefers staying out of any big dramas. He likes to just hang out by himself in any AU he comes across. Of course he isn’t opposed to interactions!

He’s a very good listener! Just don’t expect him to be chatty, and don’t expect him to speak clearly.. (blame it on part of his mouth starting to melt)

He’s curious about many things as he forgot lots of stuff, and tries to learn as much as he can. (Which is why he is such a good listener)

He remembers he has an AU, but for some reason, he doesn’t want to go back. He forgot why, but there’s a strange feeling in his soul whenever he thinks about it.

Updated/added info

He’s a positive guy, sometimes doesn’t get what’s considered bad or good.

He does tend to melt whenever he’s on low energy or his emotions get out of hand, in which his body can’t handle keeping together. Usually he just completely melts when that does happen.

Attacks?

His bone attacks are a bit.. unique. There are rare times when the bones are fully formed, all the other times they are half melted. If he doesn’t have the energy, they don’t even form a shape at all. They are just a strange goo that does less damage and will easily fall off.

When half melted bone attacks do hit, the shape melts and covers the area where the bone hit in goo. If it can’t be taken off, it will do slow damage over time.

He focuses on blue and regular attacks, not quite remembering how to create orange attacks.

His favorite combination to use is blue attacks with half melted bones. He can’t do color attacks with fully formed bone attacks.

Fun facts :D

He can’t remember why, but he hates being near knives. Or anything sharp, for the matter.

He is a sweet tooth. He does still like ketchup but through experimentation, he found out that ketchup and sweets don’t quite go together…

He likes the different Papyruses he comes across, but he keeps getting the thoughts of his own Papyrus. Eventually he stopped approaching other Papyruses because of it. He doesn’t like the feelings and thoughts he couldn’t seem to explain in words he knew.

(More information will be added over time)

Find his origin comic here

[mask131]

The Endless are not the Lords of Darkness... but they are the Princes of Amber

I thought I was over with this entire talk, but you know me, I AM NEVER OVER!

If you have been following me for a recent time, you know that I have been awfully chatty about the recent allegations of Gaiman's Sandman plagiarizing Tanith Lee's Tales from the Flat Earth.

My conclusion is: yes, Gaiman was inspired by Lee's Flat Earth for his Sandman. No, he never tried to hid it, he said it a few times, people just didn't bother to do research. No, it isn't a plagiarism, and no, it wasn't the only inspiration for Sandman. And while yes, there are common elements and telling coincidences, Lee's Lords of Darkness are NOT the Endless under another name.

Yes, the "Masters" of Lee share elements with the Endless. The two groups are personifications of forces of the world with overlaping domains (Night, Death, Delirium). There's the "white skin, black hair" motif of Azhrarn there is reused for most of Gaiman's Endless. Azhrarn has echoes with both Dream and Desire (it is quite funny if we consider that maybe Gaiman split the original character in two to form the bickering duo). The evolution of Death's personality can vaguely echo the evolution of Death of the Endless' own personality (though she does bear a lot more from Pratchett's Death from Discworld). There's echoes in the handling of "Humanity is our plaything and our toys, and yet we are shaped by humanity's beliefs". Etc, etc...

However the Lords of Darkness of Lee are also basically anti-Endless. They laugh at the idea of being considered a "family". They are all male. They are NOT gods and in fact the gods are presented as a separate species, above them and far more powerful than them. They are not multidimensional beings. They can die, as in actually REALLY die and they are not "replaced". They are openly malevolent, and not neutral forces. (Well sort of a neutral evil to take back D&D terms). Etc, etc...

If you saw my previous posts, you know what I am talking about.

HOWEVER I am, once again, surprised nobody talked about the REAL first inspiration for the Endless. It is a VERY obvious inspiration, a very heavy homage that Gaiman never hid and blatantly told us several times. And yet nobody speaks of it... Again, because people do not do their homework X)

No, I am not speaking of Greek mythology or Roman literature, though it was another one of the direct inspirations of Gaiman (Death and Dream being siblings mistaken from one another, Dream being called Morpheus and Oneiros, etc etc). I am speaking of Zelazny's works.

Neil Gaiman explicitely said that Zelazny was one of his favorite authors and that his novels influenced him a lot. This inspiration can be quite blatantly seen in his "mythological" novels like American Gods and Anansi Boys (down to the point of Gaiman DEDICATING American Gods to Zelazny). And given Sandman is adjacent to the American Gods/Anansi Boys universe, of course it is also influenced by Zelazny's various science-fantasy-mythological works.

And if you go read Zelazny's most famous series, his so-called "masterpiece", The Chronicles of Amber, what will you find? The Endless. Or rather the prototype for the Endless: the Royal Family of Amber.

The idea of superior, "ruling" entities standing above a multiverse they can influence the reality of? Check. Archetypal entities with Shakespearian influences that are mistaken for gods in various universes? Check. The galeries of the Endless with their attributes are a re-skin of the Trumps. A VERY dysfunctional family of siblings with enormous magical power? Check. The Jewel of Judgement is of the same kind as Dream's ruby. Scheming brothers and sisters that try to kill and torture each other in various ways and through complicated abstract schemes but still will unleash hell and fury to anyone outside of the family that harms one of their kin? Check. And all of this wrapped in unbreakable customs, unavoidable rituals and other official traditions that maintains the clan together... Plus Corwyn's centuries passed on Earth unaware of his own identity changing his personality for the better = how Dream's character evolves after being trapped for several generations on Earth.

The Princes (and Princesses) of Amber ARE the first and big inspiration behind the Endless. They are not gods, they are not personifications, they are basically just super-humans with magical powers, dimensional travelling abilities and knowledge of the secrets of the cosmos... But the heavy importance of the "family", the multidimensional manipulations, the murderous and gleefully insane dysfunctionality of the group, the recurring "fake divinity", the stuffy traditional ceremonies binding the family together... You see all of this forming the basis of what Gaiman was trying to achieve here.

Conclusion: If you want to understand where the Endless of Gaiman come from, what you need is to mix together Zelazny's Amber royalty, Lee's Lords of Darkness, the Greco-Roman gods, recurring Shakespearian character-types, and probably other influences I forgot about. But the main inspiration of Gaiman was NOT the Lords of Darkness - it was the Princes of Amber.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Alice 'Allie' Parkington is WonderSpider!

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Miguel: One year and four months ago, I devised the formula for inter-dimensional travel, allowing me to open portals across the multiverse. I created an elite stri-

Alice: Oh, Okay! -

[Alice is the result of a 'Adapt-A-Spider' Challenge, where you adapt a pre-existing character into a Spider! You can see more of my fun Spidersona challenges HERE]

(Also HUGE THANKS to @fairytalespider who made the OG SpiderSnow!)

Gwen Stacy isn't the only blonde who knows about miraculously falling through wormholes.

Except Allie got sent to the universe with talking animals, and a maniacal queen with of taste for beheadings. Not that she's complaining. Not when the tea parties are so delightful~

At 7 years old Alice Parkington found a white waist-coated rabbit, on a hurry to who knows where -

And she followed him, fell down a hole, and never came back.

Origins:

[Alice's world is a mix of the book's portrayal, the cartoon's, and Tim Burton's (though I haven't seen the movies). Her story begins at the end of book - a similar ending to the cartoon movie, but instead she doesn't wake up.]

After losing a game of croquet to The Red Queen of Hearts, Alice is sent to the dungeons, awaiting her beheading on the Queen's orders. That is, until she finds an enchanted Spider in her cell, sent by an ally. When she's bitten, it gives her all the power of Wonderland - and binds her there forever. After escaping The Red Queen's Death Row, Alice was adopted by the woman who helped free her - The kind but exiled The White Queen or Marmoreal, aka Her Aunt Mirana.

Now The Blue Princess of Marmoreal, Alice is next in line for the throne, and the web-swinging protector of Tugley Woods, Wonderland. She spends her days fighting against the tyrannical and murderous rule of The Red Queen of Hearts, and The Court of Cards. With The Mad Hatter as her martyred Uncle Ben - Alice calls Wonderland her home, though she's always left questioning what's real and what isn't. At this point, she's accepted she'll never know the answer. So when she's recruited for Spider Society, it's just another rabbit hole to go down, and another adventure to fall into. On campus she's known as WonderSpider, and she's a lot more powerful (and ruthless) than you'd think.

Design and Personality:

Alice is a lot less sugar and a bit more spice, with her personality taking after the book (moreso than the movies).

Alice is bubbly and independent. She's as curious as a cat and as chatty as a bird. And she's all about asking questions and finding her own way in the world.

She's loves tea parties and foraging and making crazy experiements in the Hatter's workshop. And now that he's gone, she still finds herself in there, cooking up another magical sweet or Victorian style gadget. When she's not doing that, she's at The White Queens side, begrudgingly taking (literally) nonsensical etiquette classes. She isn't afraid to speak up for herself and others. And once she makes her mind up, it's settled.

Despite what some may think, she's isn't an entire lunatic. She's hasn't gone Wonderland Mad yet.

Even since a young girl, Alice has always been known for asking questions - trying to find the sense in nonsense before coming to a conclusion. She's great at picking up on details, and thinking outside the box. And she's always the one to keep a level head, no matter what the circumstances. Doom is not assured when reality is subjective. She's as logical as she is loopy, and although some may think there's nothing going on between her ears, they are sorely mistaken.

She always wears her glasses. She needs them to see.

Or rather, she needs them to see correctly. Having a cause of The Mads, taking off her glasses distorts her vision of the room into a psychedelic and disorienting wonderland version itself - which hurts. She keeps them on always. Though they can be knocked off during battle. Like other Spider-people - The lenses squint, blink, and emote. They have a permanent and consistently moving patterns and colors. Between blinks, the design may change, the swirls changing color or direction. Sometimes the words she's saying may flash over them for emphasis, and they can contain anything from exclamation points to tie dye.

Alice is a de facto genius.

An expert chemist, Alice has mastered dozens of recipes and chemistry formulas using the vegetation in Wonderland. She's cracked the code to rabbit holes, and has an amazing affinity for science and theoretical theory. And if she doesn't understand a certain law of physics or something, she can just choose to ignore it. Literally.

Powers & Abilities:

Hobie told Alice that laws are oppressive. She agreed, told him she hates the laws of physics - then started floating to the ceiling like a balloon. Needless to say, reality doesn't really work for Alice. And she cannot control it.

But no matter what her misfortune, though - She'll always say 'Oh, dear.'

Reality Warp:

Wonderland has side effects. Alice can grow and shrink at will, but once she's there, she can't go back. When she wants, she can manifest rabbit holes to Wonderland on any flat surface, but she doesn't know where they are - so she always falls into them. Her tears are huge, and they flood any room. And for some reason, she's obsessed with cookies. It she sees one, she'll eat it. It doesn't matter if it says 'Eat Me' or not. If you hand her something and tell her to drink, she will. It's the one thing she won't question, although she should know better. She'll read the label, and if it's not clearly labeled bleach or poison, she's drinking it. If it's not those two things, it must be safe right?

The Power of Imagination:

Like Spider-Ham has the Super-Slapstick ability, Alice has the Power of Imagination on her side. If she can make logic of it or believe it, then there is a random chance it will happen. If the team is looking for a way past a locked door, Alice may say 'If only there were a mousehole somewhere here. Mice are such scampers, they can get into anywhere!' There will probably be a 1/4 chance of a mouse running by, leading them to a cartoon like mousehole she can shrink and go through. However, Alice can't will it to happen. She can't be asking or hoping for it, and the thought has to be completely innocent and 'wonderous' for it to work. The ability can also be compounded, with multiple unlikely things happening rapid fire - however this is less likely and HIGHLY dangerous if done in other universes, and is likely to cause an anomaly. Plus everyone else involved goes a tad bit 'loopy' for a bit.

This ability only works outside of Wonderland, and it was discovered by Miguel.

When Alice met Miguel, she began to question his interesting suit, and so she asked. Miguel began to explain to her, but confused, Alice said 'Well, that's nonsensical. Surely you can't wear light like fabric. If that were true, I could pull this right off you.' - And then she did. And suddenly she was holding his suit in her hands as if it were made of fabric, and Miguel was there in his underwear.

Alice's response: 'Oh dear.'

Chesire Mode:

When surrounded by enough chaos or kinetic energy, Alice can go Chesire Mode, and really goes off the bend. She experiences full Wonderland Madness - similar to the Hatter, and gains the ability to unravel herself and turn invisible. Her voice begins to echo, creating a disorienting and hallucination-like affect. Doing this is known to cause madness, but it affects everyone in the room.

Equipment:

WebShooters: Alice uses mechanical Web-Shooters created by her and The Mad Hatter. Her webs are silly string and streamers. 'Bow'-nus Arms: Alice's waist ribbon is extendable like Mr.Fantastic's limbs, serving essentially as a second set of arms. However, when it's off of her, it's much more similar to Doctor Strange's cape, having a mind and personality of it's own. She can take it off and ask it do it, and it'll go off and (try it's best) to do it, just like a snake. It's name is David Bowie. She does not know who David Bowie is - it's just a coincidence: it's family name is Bow-ie, and David is a common name.

Random Facts:

Alice hangs out with a lot of the 'Eccentric' and Mini Spiders - She likes others from cartoons or fairytales, or anyone made for whimsy.

And she likes spending her time small.

She has a crush on Lego Spider-Man. She shrinks to be with him lol

He naturally finds her a little offputting, they're NOT a thing but she wishes (sis he's literal plastic)

Alice's best friends are SpiderPetal, SpiderSnow (@fairytalespider), SpiderFairy (@stardust948) and Spider-Ham.

Since they all live in either a woodland area, a cartoon, or both, those are usually who she's with

Though she only goes small around people she trusts - but never someone like Miguel. In fact, with Miguel, she does the opposite.

When Miguel is in the room, Alice prefers to grow 'full size' as in... taking up the whole room giantess style.

She says it helps, because 'It makes Mr.O'hara look like a little toy soldier.'

With the size of his lair, she can often grow taller faster than he can get lower - so he'll stay up there, and she'll grow to meet his eye.

She can decide when to stop growing or shrinking, just not when she'll turn back.

This power is transferable. Alice's wonderland powers still work elsewhere, and so her cookies and drinks do too.

Alice can only keep 1 cookie and 1 drink on her at one time, never more, it'll always be ruined.

She can use these to either extend her state, or have someone shrink or grow along with her.

But once she uses the one of each item, she can't get more until she returns home and makes more.

HOWEVER. HOWEVER - Alice is down for deals.

If you come to her world and ask for some cookies or potions, she'll give it to you. But there's a mandatory tea party involved, and the only payment she asks is that you bring sweets for the guests - Vegan please!!

(Her favorite is angel food cake, after cookies of course)

Those aren't the only ones - she has dozens of sophisticated concoctions for any need - floating and weightlessness, invisibility, even the ability to mimic voices perfectly -

And just the same, she's able to carry one of each when outside of Wonderland.

A frequent customer of hers is Hobie. He puts the potions to work - plus he makes the best vegan coconut macaroons.

Oh - also DO NOT Drink her tea though - it's made with Wonderland Tea Leaves....Great for a good time, horrible for bedtime.

Despite not knowing her specific age - Alice is a young adult - and she works at The Society.

Her Uncle Hatter was a master chemist, alchemist, magician, chef - and dozens of other things. And for years, Alice studied under him.

Originally, Miguel assumed all of this knowledge would be non-transferable nonsense, but - wrong.

Alice is one of the leading scientists at The Society - with a concentration in Multiversal Physics, studying everything from the visual styles of universes, the path between universes, and differences in time.

She'll often say something, only to get dismissed by Miguel.

But Lyla will cut him off, telling him that scientifically, Alice IS making sense.

It's just that because her world is totally backwards, the ideas she has to describe her thoughts are backwards too.

After a while, she becomes one of the main people to write the updates and programs for the watches, working with Miguel as her boss.

She's like a bop-it, full of weird and very useless quirks.

If her feet get wet, they make the duck waddle sound when she walks.

If she hits her head, it makes the TikTok 'Boink' sound. She runs and it makes the Flintstones noise.

If she stubs her toe or gets hurt on something tiny, she'll scream like Tom The Cat.

She burps bubbles (like the soap kind) and her sneezes sound like one of those party straw thingies.

Sometimes her Wonderland powers play tricks on her. She'll be like 'I'm outta here!!' then walk into a looney toons wall. And she's so embarrassed cause the cartoon noises make it so much worse fhgsuigdf

Sometimes when she tries to run she stays in one place for a second before the running kicks in (like a cartoon) - and Miguel just grabs her and she's like 'Dratz, I was trying to get away.'

She enjoys hanging out with Hobie, though she does not understand him at all.

Like, she's British too - did I mention she's British, cause she's from Victorian England -

But she has no opinion on his ideology because it's ???? lost on her

He's like 'This is a metaphor for capitalism' and she'd be like 'I don't know what that is.'

He's like 'count your blessings'.

But Hobie LOVES that Alice doesn't stick to the rules -

and that she gives the middle finger to the laws of physics by just existing

He's like 'That's so cool, what you just did. Real Metal.'

She's like 'I suppose I am just a container, filled with slowly decaying food - so in that way, I am quite like a fridge, which is cool and made of metal-'

And he's like 'what are you talking about-'

And they mainly hangout because they're both lazy.

Alice is tirrreeed of all these weird physics rules and new technology and non talking cutlery.

She'd much prefer to take a nap, or wander off, of have a tea party, or do ANYTHING that isn't work. Same girl same

And that's it! Most of it, I'll probably maybe maybe not write a post about her joining the society and how it completely warps her perception of reality because she's been trying to get home for so long, she doesn't even know if her home exists then there's this new society through ANOTHER wormhole but she still can't get home-

Oh and before I go, her intro art is inspired by Qveen Herby's single Abracadabra!

Yeah. If you made it this far THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME UR TIME! Thank you so so much for entertaining me I MEAN IT THANK YOU I KNOWI POST SO MANY OCS AND IT'S KINDA OVERWHELMING SORRY AAHHH MY BRAIN CANT STOP I CANT FOCUS HELP

Anyway I'm normal

HERE HOBIE

Bye.

[windfish6654]

Art dump III come visualize my scarabs

Introducing my universes via the Orange Ones because it mostly revolves around them anyway!! Boo— i hate this one. Actual true yapfest so i’m going to cut this right here.

This is KTWIN-Original and KTWIN-New. It is the start of an entirely different set of universes, where the whole idea of “multiverse interference and interaction” reached Nowhere. The name comes from the twins in these universes having K’s in their names instead of C— which isn’t very important other than for AU distinction— but that IS what they were named at birth. Below is a variety of art showcasing Klaus' design and character. His hair USED to be a dull, pinky orange, but after being reconstructed— where K-N began— it’s now a vibrant orange. Believe it or not, Klaus was the first ever “Claus” I ever built upon— NEU 0, A and B Came earlier this year.

Klaus is often seen on his own doing whatever an aimless kid would be, or studying his own physical being. He’s very attached and protective of Lukas despite him being independant. Lukas doesn’t really mind because of a lot of things— but mostly it’s his understanding that Klaus isn’t ever going to heal in a healthy way so he’s going along with it. While that may sound awful, Lukas is very knowledgeable on how to put that robot kid in his place. They’re still very close after everything, it’s just a bit rocky when Klaus stirs up spite-induced trouble. They sure are a… dynamic duo!

K-0 and K-N. While I haven’t yet drawn a family chart for these two, I don’t know how I’d go about it anyway. That’s because the scarred up looking one is the original Klaus (K-0) before he actually dies . The metallic one is New Klaus (K-N), and is how he looks today— in real time, if not a solid year behind (because thats what time his universe runs on.) Poor guy is now bald! Everyone LAUGH.

Sketches and shittles. I rely on this universe to be extremely funny to me because genuinely this kid and his twin are very funny, they are subjected to my bullying and everyone else’s bullying. But they are also subjected to The Horrors™, mainly Klaus and his past self. I forget to mention Lukas can actually be so mean but its kinda just the “no more mr nice guy” trope but way funnier and more interesting. Also also, Lukas didn’t get the K in his name until waaaaay recently. Everything in this post is kinda outdated

Klaus — Body of a moving bullet train, soul of a 17 y/o that is permanently regressed to 13 or younger after being rehomed in the new vessel. Chatty, mischievous, but paired with dangerous and destructive mood swings.

He loaths the past but admits he wants it back, as he’s rapidly losing everything he remembers.

Abnormally bipolar due to energy stored in his physical being. He really likes bad ideas.

Klaus says... "HEY!!!! HI!!!! HELLO!!!!"

[life-winners-liveblog]

Oh, yes, of course~

The creatures brought in specifically to interact with the players, the creatures picked among the most curious, noisy, chatty, and intrusive beings on the multiverse!

That's definitely the same thing as gods who made an oath to only watch and never intervene!

Obviously.

But I guess you wouldn't have messed around with a player as useful as one who neither lost, won, or did anything particularly remarkable during the entire game unless you had a very good and important reason after all

so why would gods who should not mingle with players messed around with this particular Martyn until he lost his mind?

👁️You speak of oaths not taken of knowledge that to you was not shared. Three too was only meant to watch but his involvement you do not disgust. For all the trauma he might have caused to others you so easily sweep under the rug.👁️

👁️You guys hurt Grian by reminding of you know who(sam) to the point he dissociated, you were constantly torturing Limited Life Martyn and recently you have been actively encouraging Last Life Martyn to find a way to erase himself and/or sell his soul to you👁️

👁️And yet only we are the ones at fault?

As for the why? You seem under the illusion that we have to tell you. You wouldn't understand anyway you have no knowledge of what goes on in this universe outside the game.👁️

[dcynight]

ABOUT ECLIPSE

NAME: Eclipse

NICKNAMES: Clippy / 'Clipse / Chips (close friends only)

AGE: 8-10yrs old (creation wise) / 20-30yrs mentally

PRONOUNS: He/Him or They/Them

SPECIES: Celestial-themed animatronic

HEIGHT: 8.5ft

OCCUPATION / ROLE(S): Daycare Attendant, primarily over the nursery portion, but on slow days when there's no one up there he'll usually help Sun and Moon with the main area of the daycare, or will watch over the party rooms in the meantime.

LOCATION: Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex / Superstar Daycare Nursery on the 2nd floor

SHIP STATUS: Multiverse / Multiship

ORIENTATION: Panromantic / Demisexual

PERSONALITY: Eclipse is a friendly, polite, and sweet individual. He is the embodiment of Sun and Moon's combined positive character traits. With Sun's peppiness and kindness, and Moon's calmness and alertness. He's soft, caring, and attentive. He enjoys being a shoulder to lean on for all of his friends, and he likes being able to help out in whatever way he can. He can come off shy at first, if one doesn't know him well. But once you speak with him, you'll come to find he's quite chatty and enjoys having someone to talk to or be around. The only downsides to this supposed "perfect" combination, is that Eclipse oftentimes has anxiety rooted in his need to be the failsafe or comforting figure over every situation. He feels like he needs to be helpful and needs to be good at everything he does, otherwise he's useless. Isn't he?

BASIC OVERVIEW: Originally designed to be nothing more than a failsafe, Eclipse started out as an extra personality within Sun and Moon's first shared body. He was nothing more than a simple override. A line of code. Made specifically for security purposes, and to take control of the body should something happen or should the opposite personalities butt heads too severely.

Years later, after Sun and Moon were updated and given their new, separate bodies. Eclipse was later given one himself. His main purpose of being security is still ever-present. But now most of his programming is geared towards the care of children and infants. Making him a lovely little addition to the daycare team. As well as a nice secret weapon, should he ever need to protect anyone within the daycare's walls.

APPEARANCE: ( art tba later ;3 )

[speargifted]

Rules

-- Cas. They/them. 21+ --I’ll be sporadic activity, selective and mutuals only. Crossover selective and OC friendly(Though I won’t follow OCs that don’t have a somewhat detailed about page). --I am friendly with duplicates! --I am disabled and it takes a lot of energy to write sometimes, I’m also not a particularly chatty person and I can struggle with OOC communication and if that’s ever the case, I promise it’s a me issue and not something you’ve done. -- I am multiverse and multiship; I don’t practice ship exclusivity, because I like fostering unique dynamics with people writing the same muses. -- General RP etiquette - No godmodding, don’t reblog threads you’re not involved with, move asks to threads, ect ect -- Dark themes will be present, possible triggering content. I will do my best to tag things but mutuals can let me know if additional things should be tagged. I have no triggers. -- I don’t believe in this new wave of purity culture. Writing is writing. I will write problematic content. I will ship problematic ships. I will explore content these new fandom police deem nasty and appalling. I will ALWAYS tag and warn for what my writing will involve and I will never write a subject my writing partner is uncomfortable with. But this is my blog and outside of my threads with you, you have no say in my writing.