#same universe/different dimension/something else

[pcr-alice]

DPxDC - The Bat Key

there were a few posts going around a bit ago about Danny being Bruce's mentor in his early years, and they planted this idea in my head. i mixed in some cryptid danny for fun and to fit the halloween vibe. also on ao3

Batman grunted in pain as he hurried down the dark, townhouse-lined sidewalk. The cloudy night blocked the moonlight, and the lamps along the entire street were out, but they still moved between the shadows under the trees. The slash wound in his side was painful to the point that he had an arm around Robin’s shoulder to prop himself up. He scowled with each grunt. At least the blade hadn’t been spiked with venom. The same couldn’t be said for Red Robin’s wound. He was barely conscious, and Nightwing had to practically carry him. But they had finally made it here.

“Door.”

Nightwing hobbled up the few steps to the small porch and leaned against the wall to help hold some of Red Robin’s weight. Robin rushed to the door, already pulling a pick set from his utility belt. Batman managed to ascend the few steps himself, double checking the 13 to the side of the door.

“Wait.”

Robin scowled once again, but he complied. Batman pulled a small strip of metal from the lining of his utility belt. The tip was cut into a jagged, hooked pattern. He slipped it behind the bat symbol on his chest from underneath and twisted it a half spin. When he slid it back out, there was a house key attached to the end. Once free, he inserted it into the deadbolt and removed his hand. The temperature immediately dropped. Batman sighed in relief.

“What are –”

Robin’s question died before it was finished as the key began glowing green. It slowly rotated itself with the sound of grinding gears until a click echoed from behind the door.

“Oh great, I’m hallucinating” Red Robin wheezed out.

Batman turned the knob and pushed the door open.

“In.”

Robin entered first, crouched and alert. Nightwing followed, Red Robin draped over his shoulders. Batman took one more look around and spotted one of their assailants across the street, staring with their two glowing yellow eyes. He held the gaze for a silent few seconds, tension slowly leaving his body as they remained deathly still, then stepped inside and closed the door.

The large circular window high above the door lit the entryway with moonlight from the clear night sky. A staircase on the left led up into the dark, its railing marking out a small hallway balcony above. To their right was a small table, empty except for an unlit lamp. Past that on the same wall was an archway that led to a dark room pierced just enough by the moonlight for a large couch to be visible. The hallways straight ahead stretched into void.

“Couch.”

Once again, Robin entered first, disappearing into the shadows to scout the room. Nightwing lugged Red Robin into the room and laid him down on the couch to examine his wound. Batman followed and watched over the back of the couch.

“Bruce.”

Robin spun and threw a knife at the voice.

His senses had been honed to perfection since as long ago as he could remember. From the age of eight the only two members of the League who were capable of sneaking up on him were his blood relations. Now that he was out, Cain was alone on that list. Not even Batman could go unnoticed. Whatever this voice was, it managed to surprise him. But the League taught him to have no weaknesses, so even if his senses failed him, his reflexes could pick up the slack. The best tutors known to man had trained him with strict discipline, instilling perfect form and pinpoint accuracy that he could replicate from a dead sleep in pitch black darkness, all before he had even formed a single thought.

All together, this meant his blade was in the air before he could even parse what was said or what tone it was said with. When he realized that the voice had called Father by his civilian name in a calm greeting, he realized he made a mistake. But luckily, the voice wasn’t injured. Nor even startled.

“Danny.” Bruce greeted back.

This Danny had caught the knife by its handle well in front of his chest with what Robin evaluated to be his off-hand. Bright blue eyes pierced through the darkness straight to his position. They glowed in the darkness despite emitting no light, almost like a cat’s but without a source to reflect. If he had to guess, this unknown was a bit older than Red Robin. A bit taller, too. His deep black hair was unkempt, as if he had just been in a windstorm, sticking up at gravity-defying angles. He wore a dark robe made of fine material, not quite up to League wear standards, but too formal for a nightgown.

Robin cautiously stepped out of the darkness toward the others. Danny’s squinted eyes followed him, head angling slightly as it rotated to track his movement. Then they flicked away to look at Nightwing and squinted further. After a scant two seconds that stretched far too long, he raised his other hand to push his sleeve up, revealing a cheap plastic Batman-themed digital watch with a bright blue rubber strap.

“Been a while, hasn’t it?” He murmured.

He pushed his sleeve further to reveal another, different watch, analog and much more elegant with a black strap most likely made of leather. It looked like something Father would wear to a gala. His eyebrows raised as he looked at it.

“Late, too.”

Batman grunted. Danny dropped his arms to his side, grip loose on the knife. He dipped his head at Damain and looked at Batman.

“My son, Damian.”

Damian tensed at the revealed information.

“He’s sharper than you were.”

“Being raised in an assassin cult will do that to you.”

Damian tensed even more despite the relaxed familiarity, almost teasing tone, that Batman fell into. Danny hummed a deep note and nodded his head toward Nightwing.

“Dick?”

“Nightwing.”

“And the one bleeding all over my couch?”

“Red Robin. Tim. Also my son, not by blood.”

Danny hummed again and lazily tossed the knife into the air toward Robin (who easily caught it, of course) as he walked to the other side of the couch. His movement made no noise whatsoever. Nightwing stepped back cautiously, positioning himself to step between Danny and Red Robin at a moment’s notice.

“What kind of poison?”

“We don’t know.”

He sat down on the edge of the couch to look down at Red Robin but paused as he was leaning down. Instead, he pushed up his sleeve again, and the watches were gone. In their place was some sort of wrist computer that took up half his forearm. The screen was covered in undecipherable text and was surrounded by several buttons marked with hieroglyphics. Robin narrowed his eyes and gripped another knife behind his cape.

“If you throw another blade, I’m confiscating all of them.”

“Stand down, Robin.”

He scowled but let go of the knife. Danny looked to Batman.

“You seem to be getting a call, Bruce. You can take it in the entryway.”

Batman nodded and walked back out the archway, tapping his comm.

“Oracle. We’re safe for now. Red Robin is being treated for poison”

Robin and Nightwing watched him go, turning back after a brief second, only to flinch into defensive stances.

The entire room had changed. It was now lit by a blazing fireplace with a large coffee table between it and the couch where Danny and Red Robin were situated. The table was covered in supplies – glass bottles with colored liquid, mason jars filled with water and fruit and herbs, bowls of nuts, trays of fruit, plates of granola balls, and stacks of labeled first aid kits.

They each stole a look back to Batman, who kept speaking over his comm, not bothered in the slightest.

“I know you can’t. Have the others pull back.”

He flashed them the hand signal for safe.

“I’ll explain when we return. Hour at most.”

They focused back on Danny to see that he had a much larger first aid kit open on the floor next to him and was skimming his fingers across Red Robin’s forehead, brushing his hair away.

“Oh, this one’s cute,” Tim slurred, and he was Tim now, his mask resting on his chest.

Danny snorted and shifted Tim’s uniform away from the slice in his side. He wiped the blood away with some bandages and tilted his head in confusion. He lifted a bloody finger to stare at it. His eyes squinted and he brought the finger up to his nose, where he gave it a sniff. A low growl vibrated through the room, and Robin gripped his knife again. Danny tapped the bloody finger to his tongue, and Robin threw his knife. Or he would have, had Batman not caught his arm.

“Well?” Batman asked.

“It’s a good thing you brought him here,” Danny responded, voice deeper than even Batman’s, “No one should have access to this.”

He raised his other hand and a glowing green post-it note shimmered into existence in his palm. He flicked his wrist toward Nightwing, offering the note to him between two fingers. It was now covered in tiny writing, just as indecipherable as his wrist computer had been.

“Take this into the greenhouse,” he nodded to a door behind Nightwing that had almost certainly not been there before, “Give it to the Gardener; she’ll get you what you need.”

Nightwing hesitantly took the note and looked to Batman, who nodded to him and began walking to one of the chairs next to the couch. He stepped backwards to the door and cracked it open, giving them all one more glance before slipping inside and closing it gently behind him.

Batman slipped his cowl off and grabbed one of the bottled drinks, twisting the cap off and taking a large sip.

“I’ve tried countless times to replicate this flavor, all of them unsuccessful.”

“It’s made with long-extinct fruits, Bruce. I’d be impressed if you managed it.”

Bruce grunted as the door behind him opened and Nightwing stepped in, looking slightly shell-shocked, carrying two small jars and no post-it note.

“Took you long enough,” Danny scolded while gesturing him over.

He handed the jars over and sat down in the chair opposite Bruce, squinting in confusion at his lack of cowl and relaxed snacking. Robin slid into place next to him, still tense and on guard.

Danny unscrewed one of the jars and stuffed a roll of bandages inside before screwing the lid back on. He tossed it to Bruce without looking (who easily caught it, of course) and unscrewed the lid off the other jar.

“Help yourselves, by the way,” he vaguely gestured toward Robin and Nightwing with his head and pointed to the table with his elbow.

Bruce shook his jar and pulled some of the bandages out, sliding them underneath his suit around his wound. Danny scooped a finger’s worth of paste out of his jar and spread it over Red Robin’s wound. He screwed the cap back on and tossed the jar to Bruce just as the other one came flying back to him. They were both easily caught, of course.

Despite the initial hiss of pain, Red Robin’s whole body had been relaxing since the paste had been applied. His eyes slowly opened while Danny was cleaning his hands off and flicked around the room in a quick assessment.

“Who’s this?”

“Danny.” Bruce supplied.

Red Robin looked around the room slowly this time, taking in Bruce’s cowl-less head, the half-drunken jar of colored drink in front of him, the pile of nuts in his hand, Nightwing’s slightly traumatized face and awkward posture, Robin’s irritated scowl and distrustful glare, and he groaned loudly.

“Please tell me this isn’t another Selina situation. He’s like my age.”

“Bold of you to assume my age and gender.” Danny deadpanned.

Red Robin gaped back.

“I met Danny when I was first starting out as Batman.”

“When he was what, eight?” Dick blurted.

“Still with the assumptions,” Danny muttered to himself.

“We thank you for your assistance...Danny.”

Robin was stiff and formal and struggled through the Danny. But that didn’t stop Danny from giving him a slight smile. He looked down at Red Robin then up at Nightwing then finally back at Bruce.

“I like them,” he declared, grabbing a jar of water off the table.

Bruce grunted as Danny unscrewed the lid and handed it to Red Robin.

“Danny has not aged since we first met.”

“Not exactly, but whatever,” Danny mumbled as he tidied up the first aid kit.

Nightwing opened his mouth as if to speak but shook his head and kept quiet. Robin stepped forward to grab a banana off the table with a polite nod to Danny. Red Robin stared down at the jar in his hands. It was full of cold water with a thick slice of pineapple and sprig of mint. After a quick glance to Bruce, he took a sip that turned into a gulp that turned into him emptying the jar in one go and releasing a contented sigh afterwards.

“Do you know anything about the Court of Owls?” Bruce asked.

A tremor shook the house. Bruce tensed in reflex but didn’t leave his chair after a glance to Danny. Nightwing leapt to his feet. Robin slid backwards and drew a blade. Red Robin jolted up and winced through the half-eaten pineapple slice in his mouth. There was a tense silence for several seconds.

“Only that they are not welcome in Gotham,” Danny eventually replied.

After a few more seconds of silence, Danny flicked his eyes to the fireplace mantle as a small object tipped itself over. Nightwing shot his hand out and snatched it out of the air before it could hit the ground. He opened his fist and looked at a miniature gargoyle statue in confusion.

“I may have to become involved,” Danny nodded to Nightwing, who gently replaced the gargoyle on the mantle.

Bruce grunted. Danny tilted his head, staring into the middle distance.

“The occult shop on 4th and Finger between Asher’s Deli and Panadería Golosos,” he recited.

“There is no such shop.” Robin scowled.

“You are correct,” Danny turned to look at him, “And now that you know it’s there, you’ll be able to find it.”

“Emergencies?” Bruce asked.

“Entryway table, same rules.”

The exchange seemed to satisfy Bruce, who stood with a grunt and pulled his cowl back over his head. The others rose with him and followed him toward the entryway, each nodding a thank you to Danny as they went.

They stepped back into the moonlight of the entryway and saw the previously empty table now had four keys laid out on top of it, evenly spaced and covered in a thin layer of dust. When they looked back through the archway they came from, they saw a dark room back to its original form, no Danny to be seen anywhere.

Batman grabbed one of the keys and slipped it into a belt pouch. Robin followed his lead and took a key for himself.

“Father, were you ever going to inform us that you befriended a vampire?”

Batman grunted and cracked the door open to peer out.

“He’s not a vampire,” Red Robin scoffed, grabbing a key for himself.

“I don’t know, creepy house, magic shit, you should’ve seen the gardener,” Nightwing swiped the last key with a flourish.

“He tasted your blood, Drake.”

“He what!?”

“That was after you called him cute,” Nightwing teased.

Red Robin froze with his mouth open, eyes slowly widening.

“I was hoping I just imagined that.”

“Seriously Tim, he’s probably like 300 years old.”

“Tt, I believe Brown would call this robbing the cradle.”

Nightwing and Red Robin turned to look at Robin in silent surprise.

“Shall we leave?” He ignored their incredulous looks and followed Batman out the door.

They scrambled to not be the last out the door, finding themselves in an entirely different part of the city than they entered from.

[cakypa120]

About Billy keeps dying au

Is it crazy to think that if an interdimensional portal were opened, Marvel who was reborn after being killed could meet up with fellow Leaguers from his past lives?

Like, is he reborn directly when he died, or does he kind of break through space and time and always be born in the same year he was supposed to be born? So does he generally have a standard age in relation to the infinite possibilities of Leagues?

Billy sighed. This wasn't how he'd pictured his long-awaited mission with the Flash of the new world. They were currently standing in the middle of another dimension's goddamn Gotham. And their home dimension was three dimensions away.

Flash: Where are we?

Marvel: Gotham. And also in another dimension.

Flash: Dude, when you said that mage could send you to other dimensions, I thought you were kidding.

Marvel: Well, now you're going to listen to everything about magic. That's the lesson.

Flash: Right. Shit, are we stuck here forever?

Marvel: No, we're just a long way from our home world. But I guarantee if we hurry, we'll make it in time for the free food giveaway at the Watchtower.

Flash: Then what are we waiting for? We gotta hurry!

Billy laughs. The Flash of the new world was young. And he had only recently been accepted into the Justice League. Barry was even different from his versions. Black-haired, blue-eyed, and curious to the point of insanity. The Bruce of the new world denies that he mentally adopted the guy, but Billy knows otherwise, Clark knows, and Diana knows too. No matter how much Bruce denies it, it is obvious that he has become attached to Barry. Billy is now eagerly awaiting Dick's arrival.

Flash: Do you have any ideas on how to get back to our home world, Gandalf?

Marvel: Did you just call me Gandalf?

Flash: Dumbledore?

Marvel: *pinches the speedster's cheek* Yes, I do, now calm down. We need to get to Fawcett. There should definitely be a portal there.

Flash: Why is there a portal in your town?

Marvel: Precautionary measure. Let's go quickly.

Flash: Race?

A shot rings out next to them. They turn around and see Red Hood. Billy quickly raises his hands up. Jason standing in front of them was the one who personally slit Marvel's throat when Billy was poisoned by magic and seriously damaged. Everyone wanted to save him then, to cure him, but it was impossible. Then Jason ended his suffering.

Jason froze when he saw Marvel. Just as bright, and just as big. He knew that Marvel would be reborn again. He knew, but doubts penetrated his heart. But now Marvel stood before him. A lump in his throat prevents him from breathing normally. Jason takes off his helmet and puts away his gun.

Jason: Holy shit, old man, you're really alive, huh?

Marvel: Alive as can be. Thanks for last time.

Jason: No thanks.

Flash: Guys? Anyone got something to tell me?

Marvel: Flash, meet Red Hood, he might show up, but we're not sure. Hood, this is Flash. Go easy on him, he's new to the hero business.

Flash: Hey!

Jason: Trying to mentor the new guys, huh, Cap?

Marvel: Sort of. Sorry, but we need to get to Fawcett fast so we can teleport back to our home dimension.

Jason: Try to stay out of sight of the other heroes. They didn't take your death very well.

Marvel: Got it, thanks for the warning.

Flash: Wait, you're dead?!

Marvel: Yeah, that happens sometimes. Now let's go, we need to get to the city quickly.

Superman: I don't think there's any need to hurry.

The three of them freeze and look up. Superman is hovering in the air, watching them like a hawk. Jason lets out a guttural growl and points his gun at the Kryptonian.

Superman: No need for violence, Red.

Jason: I wanted to tell you the same thing, asshole. I told you not to come to Gotham.

Superman: Sorry, but I couldn't ignore such a familiar voice.

Marvel steps in front of Barry. Clark has changed. A lot. This universe was especially violent. Rarely, but it happens. But Billy remembered a different hero. What else happened after he died? Now, the most important thing is not to lose control.

Marvel: Supes, how old are you? How is Lois?

Superman: She's okay. How are you? Still playing superhero?

Marvel: Of course, I'm not going to be thrown out of this job that easily. Well, Flash and I need to get back to our world, so we need to hurry.

Superman: Your world is here, Captain. You're staying here.

Billy didn't like the man's tone. Superman suddenly lunges at him, but Billy ducks just in time.

Superman: Marvel, don't make this difficult.

Marvel: What's wrong with you? Flash, run to Fawcett. I'll hold him off.

Flash: I don't want to leave you here!

Marvel: Flash. Run. That's an order.

Barry flinches at the hero's voice. Marvel rarely gave orders. He glances at the strange Superman, who was looking at Marvel like a dog looks at a bone. But an order is an order. Barry turns and runs.

Marvel: Clark, what happened.

Superman: A lot has changed since you died. Oliver's disability, Barry's coma. This world is losing its light. I just want to keep the light in the world. Will you help me?

Marvel: I don't belong in this world anymore.

Superman: You've already been killed here. Not there. You're safer here. Marvel, stay.

Marvel: Again, the answer is no.

Clark sighs, Jason tenses.

Superman: Then I have no choice.

Jason: Don't even think about it, son of a bitch!!

Clark attacks and pins Marvel to the ground. Billy watches in horror as the hero's eyes begin to light up. Jason points his gun, ready to fire. A sudden flash of light knocks Superman down. The Kryptonian flies away. And Billy looks at Barry.

Flash: Your hobbit saves the day!

Billy looks at Clark. Then he grabs Barry and teleports away, ignoring how loudly Clark screamed. His insides are burning from teleporting to Fawcett. He didn't like teleporting to other universes.

Flash: Dude, I don't like it here. Let's go home.

Billy nods and runs toward the old subway. Barry runs after him. There were many questions in his head, but he decided that he would ask them later. Now they needed to get home.

[itsquakey]

Forgotten Land DLC thoughts, theories, and hopes

While Kirby Air Riders is an addition I am happy to see pop up in the future, someone who loves story and a certain someone I am actually more excited for the DLC over the air ride sequel believe it or not. And man, do I have a LOT of things to point out and "theorize" what this DLC might be.

⬇️ Rambling below! ⬇️

First of all, the suspiciously jamba-heart-shaped comet which is covered in blue crystals and is pink/purple in the core.

I can maybe see either a purple crystal that has carvings or damage of some sort and light is reflecting off these impurities OR it's something and that weird round bumpiness are wings of some kind? Which is why there's lighting and depth on the "figure". Though it's hard to see and it's a very uneducated guess.

Another detail! The bits of crystal that break apart from the comet and go everywhere has been seen in a few games!

I believe the bits and pieces of comet that break off are the same as the weird crystal fellas we see in Kirby clash and Return to Dreamland in "another dimension". I wonder if somehow that comet had been floating around in the other dimension for so long those weird crystals grew over it and created an extra coating of some kind.

Moving on, it's interesting that these "potential another dimension" crystals are infecting the world around it, though something I find interesting is how the coins change in shape to a different stereotypical star shape. Keep that in the back of your noggin for now.

Moving on again through the video...we see...something?

The area is called Fallen-star volcano, and looks like is contains a pink/purple core surrounded by a orb on red an them dead, fingerlike shapes wrap around it. Not entirely sure what to think of this, though the core is a hot topic of interest to me in my brain.

Next! Now this is where my eyebrows started to shoot up a bit. A new little guy, who seems to be encased in some crystal. He looks vaguely kirby enemy-like, typical design, though the colors, little wings, and shape on their face interests me for reasons I'll go into later.

Also, a potential new waddle dee??? He seems to be an astronomer or hell, maybe they research the other dimensions or the ancients. It would be amusing if this is bandee in new gear, though.

Next up, HMMMMMM THIS LOOKS FAMILIAR

This fella is covered in crystal, likely protected with horns and a mask(?) shape that really made me go "oh shit?" Something else to point out, when kirby defeats this fella, you can see their body and eye more clearly. The egg shaped body is also interesting to me but that could be a reach.

Nothing else seemed to catch my eye in the video we got after this, but I definitely have a handful of theories and hopes, so let's move onto that!

THEORY ONE: COMING BACK TO THE FORGOTTEN LAND

One idea I have is that maybe somehow those who left the forgotten land have been elevated to "another dimension" and one of these beings has crash landed back to the land they once left, now infecting the land around it. There's no proof for this one, but I kinda just had the idea in my brain when typing this out.

THEORY TWO: SOMEHOW, VOID TERMINA RETURNED

This theory has more grounds to be true, with the idea that Void Termina has suddenly become reincarnated and is flung back to land in a jamba heart-like crystal. The "another dimension" crystals are spreading and creating new living things as Void termina's new form awaits someone to wake it from its slumber.

THEORY THREE: PLEASE BE GALA PLEASE BE GALA

I REALLY want this to be true, I do. And I actually have a entire story decked out here for y'all. What if...Galacta's death in Star Allies was a red herring this whole time. What if every time we've seen him it's only the version of him in that dimension/universe? And in every universe, every dimension, Galacta knight is doomed to that crystal imprisonment. However, in our mainline timeline, our version of Galacta knight has been hanging around another dimension's very bottom, collecting crystals and becoming a huge comet that looks exactly like the thing Galacta knight helped seal away all those years ago. Now, he was the one who had been sealed and could never be free from it again.

This comet, one day becomes big and powerful enough to move out of the other dimension, and fall right into the Forgotten Land. This giant comet, holding the greatest warrior, falls into the sea and creates its own island where his body is kept. The crystals spread and infect everything, even giving creatures an appearance similar to him. Hell, maybe the little blue guy we see (which has bee confirmed to work like waddle dees) either helps up undo the crystals, maybe freeing Gala and undoing the crystal takeover of the land. Or maybe it's like a Leon's soul thing? Maybe these guys are parts of Galacta's soul or sanity you need to collect and return to him???

Something about them is interesting though, they have the same star shape as Galacta's mask does and what we see other enemies have as well as the coins we see in the game. They also have wings that look like they're meant to resemble bird wings. These could have a connection to Elfilin as well. But back on course to Gala. What if the pink/purple we see in the grainy image is either him or his crystal prison? And once he is freed it is revealed that his hatred, fear, and contempt have become a living thing possessing him and practically being responsible for the chaos that was happening. Maybe, this main line universe of Galacta is the one who gets the happy ending, and gets to be apart of Kirby's group or just gets to live happily in the forgotten land. Also something something tons of lore dumps as we go. But I'm desperate for Gala content he's my second fav kirby character and I NEED more of him and this trailer really tipped me off to "Galacta like patterns". If any new videos or info drops I'll be on it but this is my hopeful ramblings for now. Art coming soon! I really wanna draw these little guys.

Add onto whatever ideas or story you wanna see in this DLC.

[moonlight-joy]

The Spider’s Prey

MASTERLIST

Fandom: Kraven the hunter

Summary: You’re a Spider-Person from another universe, and Kraven has decided you’re the ultimate prey. After tracking you through multiple dimensions, he finally corners you—only to find himself fascinated by your strength and compassion. Now, instead of hunting you, he’s offering an uneasy alliance. But can you trust him?

Pairing: Reader/Sergei Kravinoff

The cityscape flickered around you, neon lights bleeding into the night as you landed on the rooftop, breathless but alert. The multiversal chase had lasted longer than you expected. No matter how many portals you swung through, no matter how many dimensions you tried to lose him in, Kraven had never been far behind.

And now, he had finally caught up.

A low growl echoed in the darkness. You turned sharply, eyes narrowing beneath your mask. He stood at the edge of the roof, silhouetted by the city lights, his broad frame exuding both power and patience. His amber eyes gleamed with something unreadable—was it triumph? Amusement? Or something far more dangerous?

“You’re quite the elusive prey,” he said, stepping forward. His voice was smooth, but there was an unmistakable edge to it.

You clenched your fists, shifting into a defensive stance. “Yeah, well, I don’t exactly enjoy being chased across dimensions.”

Kraven chuckled, a deep and resonant sound. “It’s not the chase that matters, little spider. It’s the moment when the hunter and the hunted finally stand face to face.”

You exhaled sharply. “And what happens now?”

Instead of lunging, Kraven held up his hands, showing he wasn’t reaching for a weapon. “That depends on you.”

Your instincts screamed at you not to trust him. He had spent weeks—maybe months, depending on how time worked between universes—tracking you, pushing you to your limits. And yet, here he was, standing before you as if offering a truce.

“What’s your game, Kraven?” you asked, trying to mask the exhaustion in your voice.

His smirk softened slightly, but his gaze remained intense. “There is no game. There is only necessity.”

You frowned. “Necessity?”

Kraven crossed his arms. “I have been hunting you not because I wish to kill you, but because I need you.”

The words hit you like a web-snap to the gut. “Excuse me?”

He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, never breaking eye contact. “My universe is dying. Collapsing in on itself. I thought, at first, that taking down a powerful force such as yourself would grant me the strength to prevent it. But now I see that I need something else.”

You swallowed hard. “And that is?”

Kraven’s expression turned solemn. “Your help.”

A long silence stretched between you. The man who had hunted you across dimensions now stood before you, not as a predator, but as someone desperate. And desperation made for dangerous allies.

You studied him, searching for any sign of deceit. You had seen many things in your time as a Spider-Person, but this? This was a first.

Finally, you exhaled. “Alright, Kraven. Let’s talk.”

The rooftop wind howled between you as he relaxed his stance, lowering his arms but keeping his sharp gaze locked onto you. It was unnerving, knowing the sheer strength behind those muscles, the precision behind those hands—hands that had nearly caught you before. Hands that had been meant to kill you.

But now, those same hands were reaching out, asking for something different.

“Why me?” you finally asked, suspicion lining your voice. “Why chase me across universes when you could’ve just asked for help?”

Kraven let out a dark chuckle, running a gloved hand through his tousled hair. “You wouldn’t have listened.”

He wasn’t wrong. You didn’t trust easily, especially not a man with his track record. “So what changed?”

A muscle in his jaw tightened before he answered. “I saw you fight. I saw how you protected people who weren’t even your own. I needed to know if you were truly different from the others I’ve hunted. And you are.”

Your brow furrowed. “And that makes me qualified to fix a collapsing universe?”

Kraven let out a breath, stepping to the edge of the rooftop and looking out at the sprawling city beneath you. “It’s not about fixing it—it’s about saving the ones who still remain.” His voice was quieter now, almost haunted. “I’ve seen what happens when a world falls apart. I won’t let it happen again.”

Something about the way he said it—so certain, so resolute—sent a shiver down your spine. You weren’t sure if it was because of the danger or because, for the first time, you saw something in him that wasn’t just predator instinct.

You saw pain.

Your fingers twitched at your sides, the weight of responsibility pressing against your ribs. You’d always been the one to help, to save, to put others first. But could you really work with him?

“You’ll have to prove it,” you said finally. “If you want my help, you’re going to have to earn my trust first.”

Kraven turned to you, a slow, almost imperceptible smile creeping across his lips. “Good,” he said, his voice dark and rich. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Your uneasy alliance led you through dimensions both beautiful and terrifying. Each time you landed in a new world, the signs of multiversal decay became more apparent—fractured skies, cities frozen in time, echoes of people who no longer existed.

Through it all, Kraven never faltered. He fought by your side, his every movement calculated, deadly. But more than that, he protected you. There were moments, brief but undeniable, where he acted without thinking—shielding you from an explosion, pulling you to safety when an interdimensional rift threatened to tear you apart.

And you hated that you were starting to notice.

One night, after barely escaping an ambush, the two of you sat in the ruins of what had once been a thriving metropolis. The silence was thick between you, the firelight casting flickering shadows across Kraven’s face.

“You fight well,” he finally said, breaking the quiet.

You huffed, stretching out your sore limbs. “And you’re not half as reckless as I thought.”

He smirked. “High praise from a spider.”

Your lips twitched, but you forced yourself to remain serious. “We need to talk about what happens if we fail.”

Kraven’s smile faded. “We won’t.”

“But if we do?”

He exhaled, gaze dropping to the fire. “Then I make sure you get out before it happens.”

Your heart skipped. “What?”

“I started this hunt knowing what it might cost me,” he said, finally looking at you again. “But I will not drag you down with me.”

You stared at him, trying to reconcile the cold, relentless hunter from before with the man now promising to put you above his mission. Your stomach twisted, and for the first time, you realized something truly terrifying.

You didn’t want to lose him.

The final battle came sooner than expected. The last remaining tether of Kraven’s universe was crumbling, and you both fought against impossible odds to keep the collapse at bay. Every strike, every decision, every moment was a desperate attempt to stop the inevitable.

And then, in the last seconds, Kraven turned to you, his face battered, his breathing heavy.

“You need to go,” he ordered.

“No.”

“Go. Now.”

You grabbed his arm, shaking your head fiercely. “Not without you.”

Kraven stared at you, something fierce and devastating in his gaze. And then, without warning, he pulled you against him, his lips crashing onto yours in a desperate, searing kiss.

When he pulled away, his voice was hoarse. “If I don’t make it, find me in the next life.”

And then, before you could stop him, he turned and leapt into the collapsing void.

You screamed his name, but he was gone.

Later, when the universe settled and the dust of battle had cleared, you stood alone, staring into the vastness of space.

Somewhere, somehow, you knew.

You would see him again.

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hello author!

I’m a totally different, definitely not the anon who sent the previous post!

So…out of curiosity…if fd reader was filling in for robin ( I assume this is pre- red robin-or would reader act as a double for red as well?)

and they got sucked into another universe…

what kind of shenanigans would occur?

also while I am definitely not the previous anon, I’d like to mention that the fd series has a new film coming out next year it’s a little different!

A/n: sorry kinda messy because I got my wisdom teeth removed

Taglist: @dragondevinity, @lonely-star2044, @sheep-from-rad, @ilxandra, @thethingwiththefeathers, @star-wars-lycanwing-bat, @sackofsadstuff, @zonked-times, @paastaboi, @venfia, @fantasy-angelo, @linaisadream

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Getting dropped through a portal and landing in the middle of a fight isn’t great. Fortunately, you're dressed for the occasion since you’re filling in as Robin. Unfortunately, your comms are dead. Fully dead. Dead enough that there isn't even a trace of static to be heard.

It could have been worse, you think as you help Nightwing (alternate universe? Probably alternate universe Nightwing, he doesn't seem to recognize you) clear out a group of goons. At least you're in Gotham and at least you didn't land directly in the path of the batmobile while someone was driving it or something.

Nightwing is wary of you and your supposed help, at least, until you get a moment a tell him the code for alternate universe situations because of course, there’s a code for everything.

(Code for time travel, code for alternate universes, code specifically for family, etc, etc. You leave all those codes up to Batman to decide.)

He doesn’t totally relax, obviously, but he’s willing to take down all the goons before focusing on you.

You're clearly bat-trained, have bat-gear and would look like a carbon copy of Robin if Tim was currently Robin and not Damian. It isn't difficult to believe you are a dimension traveller (you aren't the first and likely won't be the last either), especially with the obvious portal you hopped out of.

And well, things should be okay if you’ve got the family code tagged along with the standard code, right?

Either way, you and Nightwing end up going to the batcave. There’s some back and forth banter, you ask about who’s around and find out that it’s basically everyone you remember from the comics in their own role. Their universe is a bit ahead of yours it seems.

“D’s not allowed to be Robin until he’s more than 4 apples tall,” you tell Nightwing. By 4 apples tall, you mean 4 apples on the height chart you bought to mark Damian’s growth.

"4 apples tall," he mouths, delighted.

Dick had reacted the same way when you put the chart up. Damian had been livid.

The batcave is every bit as dark and cave-y as you remember it to be. Batman is there. So is Red Robin. And Spoiler. It's still early in the night so everyone else is probably still doing patrol.

Being interrogated (kind of) is interesting. It would be more effective if you hadn't seen similar songs and dances hundreds of times. Plus, Batman isn't being too harsh about it. It might be because you're Robin, because you're family.

The edges of your domino mask are peeling off. It always feels like you never put enough glue.

Well, you might as well reveal yourself. With the retrieval of the glue solvent, removal of the mask and a quick run of your hand through your hair, you could consider yourself off duty.

“Are you a girl???”

“Congrats on your top surgery.”

“Congrats on your bottom surgery.”

Hilarious. You laugh softly and ask, “Do you guys think I’m Tim?”

Something discordant ripples through everyone. You thought it was obvious you weren't Tim but well... You smile and hide your teeth.

"I'm (Y/n) Drake, nice to meet you."

You’re pretty sure that your universe will figure some way to get you back so you tell Batman that if you haven’t disappeared by the time 48 hours have passed, he should probably contact a magic user to get you back.

No one is going to bed apparently. It’s Sunday tomorrow. They’re not technically the family you know so you don’t say anything about pulling an all nighter.

There are some fascinating follow-up one-on-one conversations afterwards once they get past the "Tim's older sibling who doesn't exist".

Dick mentions it’s a bit odd to see you as Robin. You’re technically the oldest person to have ever been Robin as everyone grew out of it (died in it, got fired, etc) and got their own costume before they hit 18.

You point out it's not really your costume and that you only really fill in when you have to. He tells you you're still part of the legacy. You're still Robin. You... don't really know what to say to that.

When he asks you how you got involved, you shrug and say you just followed Tim. "He's my brother. What was I supposed to do? Leave him?"

Anyways, interesting conversations between two people who have been eldest daughter syndrome-d. Maybe things are better in your universe where you're there to ease the emotional load of the family but it shouldn't have been your responsibility. It shouldn't have been Dick's either.

You end up telling Jason that the Joker is dead in your universe. More specifically, that he "had gone missing a bit after Red Hood arrived in Gotham". You don't say exactly how it happened but he can probably infer that you had something to do with it.

The two of you probably bond a bit over your paper thin morals. After all, when you aren't playing at being Robin, you don't have to follow Bruce's moral code either.

Bruce is okay. The one here isn't horrendously terrible or anything but there were probably more bumps along the way. You straight up tell him to start seeing a therapist. His nest of birdies are his children first before they are his vigilante partners. He should make that clear before he makes another blunder, fails to apologize, and has to try to mend his relationships again.

He asks if you’re one of his children. You laugh until your ribs hurt.

Damian asks why you (and your Tim) are still Robin. You’re reasonably confused. Dick had informed him that your Damian is with the Waynes already yet has not been made Robin.

You aren’t exactly aware of how this Damian (or comic Damian for that matter) became Robin but you just tell him, “There’s no rush to pass on the mantle. Besides, we’re a couple years behind you guys.”

"You coddle him." "He's literally like, 9."

He'll figure it out someday once he gets past the being raising in an assassin cult thing. You ask what pets he has to derail him.

Things are easier with Cass, as they always have been. She takes one look at you and definitively declares "Family". You smile, ruffle her hair, the same as you would with your Cass, and she drags you away to talk to Steph.

Steph cracks a joke about your presence evening out the gender ratio in the household. She's also on the phone with Barbara so you say a quick hi before being swept into the next conversation.

You and Tim. Tim and you.

It’s been years since Jack and Janet Drake have died. Years upon years since Tim was a little boy waiting by the phone for his parents to call and tell him they’re coming home. He thinks some part of him still longs for them, despite it all.

And now, there is you. His sibling who never existed.

You remind him of his mother, of Janet. You’re as sharp as he remembers her being but you’re so terribly warm and patient and casually affectionate in ways he still isn't used to. Perhaps you're how Janet would've been like if she had loved him more.

You and Tim probably have the most to talk about out of everyone, especially about the early days from before he became Robin. Throughout it, he finds out just how much you've involved yourself in the other Tim's life. There's something sad in your expression when the two of you talk.

He hasn't needed someone to protect or raise him for a very long time but still, it must have been nice to have you, to have someone to trust and love him unconditionally.

For what it's worth, you tell him you're proud of him. Even if you don't exist in this universe, he's still your itty bitty tiny little brother.

Something bubbles in his chest. He thinks it might just be jealousy for the version of him that has your unconditional love. The version that has everything that you could give him.

Alfred brings down food for you to eat. Despite the fact that you don't belong, he insists on calling you "Master (Y/n)". Some things never change you suppose.

Everyone notes that it's very very strange to see you be so familiar with everyone when none of them know you. It's like they're all stumbling over a step in their life, fumbling in their interactions with you, uncertain about what to do.

Duke wanders into the Batcave in the morning and finds you at the batcomputer, still wearing your Robin costume. You get one look at him and go, "Ah they didn't tell you about me did they."

You give him a quick rundown ("I'm from an alternate universe, yeah I showed up last night, I'm Tim's older sibling, I'm only a placeholder Robin, no I don't really know you but I think I've seen you around in my universe before") before he leaves for day-patrol.

He's cool. You'll keep an eye out for him when you get back.

True to your expectation, less than a day after your arrival, a portal opens up beside you. Everyone's in the batcave and are able to see you off as Tim (your Tim) reaches out to bring you home.

You're wrapped up in hugs immediately upon return. So clingy, you think as you say, "I'm home."

Tim, who's buried by your side, mumbles, "Welcome home."

As for you filling in as Red Robin later on, it might be better to discuss it chronologically with Batman getting lost in the timestream and the no good very bad follow up conversation about who should wear the cowl that somehow ends up with you filling in as Nightwing.

[tsams-and-co-memes]

A couple of unrelated thoughts that refuse to get out of my brain:

1) The situation with Solar having a hit placed on him

In listening to what Moon said about it earlier, it has something to do with Solar being the only part of his dimension that's still alive, and somehow, SOME WAY, his dimensional code factors into that. How is that the case, though?

When Eclipse was setting up everything to bring Solar back, he switched Solar's dimensional code out for the dimensional code of V2, that way Solar's code would sort of,,, line up with the dimension (for lack of better phrasing), and the universe, in a way, would be like "Oh yeah, this guy, he belongs here, everything's fine, there's nothing to worry about"

Solar's new dimensional code SHOULD make it so that he meshes with everything from the OG dimension, and it SHOULD help make it seem like (code-wise) he belongs there

How would whoever tf put a bounty on his head know how to track his dimensional code and tell it apart from the code of everything else that came from the home dimension?? That'd be like having a cardboard box filled with hundreds of identical paper clips, and being told to find the one that's ever so slightly different than the others. But surprise surprise, they're all the same. There isn't one that's unique at all

I'm sure there's a better example I could give than that, but that's the best I can come up with right now

2) Who KS's Moon apparently "took" from him (or hurt. I forget what the exact phrasing was)

I saw someone discussing this somewhere. Could've been here on tumblr. Could've been a post on youtube. I don't remember where. The main thing I remember was the person being like "I stg it better not be Monty 🙄 that'd be SO boring"

But like. Consider for half a second: most Suns seem to start off with having a crush on Roxanne (or whoever is in her place in the band, like we saw on TEAPS when it was Foxy)

KS is incredibly fruity. That's not a secret. He's as straight as a wet spaghetti noodle. So,,, what if the person his Moon took away/hurt/killed/whatever,,, wasn't Monty, and instead it was actually Roxas?

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thinking about... yandere!batfam...

Imagine you're living your normal life and *boom*, one day suddenly a portal opens right in front of you, you fall through it, it closes right behind you. You can only make out a few vague shapes making their way towards you before you pass out.

When you wake up you're... in a bed. Surrounded by a bunch of people who introduce themselves as the Wayne family. You're in Gotham. There was some kind of portal accident with a villain and you fell here from a different dimension and you're stuck until they can figure out how to fix the portal machine, because it was broken during the fight.

Villain? Portals? Gotham? And what was this family doing there during a fight?? They explain that they're vigilantes, Batman, Nightwing, Red Hood, etc etc. They decided to tell you this because you'll have to work with them to figure out your home dimension and they didn't trust anyone else to take you in, plus this is just more efficient [and more comfortable than living in the batcave]. I haven't decided yet if you're from a dimension where they exist in comics or don't exist at all, but either way, you're really confused bc this is just not something that happens in your universe.

Anyways. You live with them now, get closer to all of them, work with them sometimes (even though you can't do much, mostly you just watch them work but they insist it's important you're there), decorate your temporary room in the manor a bit, learn some stuff about this dimension (some people have superpowers?? cool!!). You can't go outside though, they say that would be dangerous, as you're not from this dimension and not supposed to be here at all. You want to go back home, but the repairing of the portal machine seems to be very complicated, everyone keeps telling you they just can't figure it out...

One day, during a rare (very rare) moment alone, you decide to look around the manor. You still haven't seen everything in here, it's so big! After some exploration, you stumble across an interesting room that's kind of hidden away. It looks almost exactly like your new room in the manor, but dusty, with some items you remember the Batfamily proudly showing you as you were decorating your room, and becoming unreasonably disappointed when you didn't like them. But the most concerning thing is that there are pictures of you. Not new ones they took since you've been here, but older ones, where you're younger. But, no, it doesn't seem like they're pictures of you exactly, there are photos of a pre-teen you on Bruce's shoulders, that can't be you, you just met them! There are also pictures of a vigilante you've never seen before, which you figure must be this other-you as well. What happened to them? And why would everyone hide this from you?

Turns out you didn't come here from an accident with a villain at all. The Batfamily lost the other version of you somehow and decided they wanted you back. But not a strong, smart vigilante like the version of you from this universe. No, they could get hurt again, or figure out what's going on sooner and escape. They chose you, hoping they could slowly get you accustomed to the idea of staying and then one day lie to you and say they can't fix the portal machine, they can't send you back. It still hurts them to know you're not exactly like the you they lost, you were raised in a completely different way, of course you're not the same, but they'd never let you go, either. They love you.

They were hoping you wouldn't find everything out so soon... but, well, they can fight over whose fault it is that you were able to find this room later, first they need to find a way to calm you down and stop you from leaving them.

If you find yourself drugged and/or tied to your bed, don't be mad at them! You gave them no time to explain before you started panicking and trying to get away, they couldn't just let that happen!

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𝓂eeting 𝓂iguel's 𝓋ariant ℴf ℯarth 2401 ( ficlet )

It happened so fast. One moment, you’re fighting off an anomaly in your assigned universe for a mission. And the next, you’re thrown across the fabric of time into a different world again.

Your back hits the bricked wall and you fall onto the ground with a thud. It hurts and you groan but still have the energy to get up and fight. Your body aches and your head is spinning, but you have a job to do. To protect the multiverse.

That is, until you hear the anomaly that you’re fighting, let out a cry of pain. You merely stand up on your two feet when you feel your spidey senses tingle. It’s not from danger but something else entirely. When you run towards the noise source where you think your enemy is, you find the anomaly tied in webs and hanging in the middle of the warehouse. 

The anomaly is tied in a spider’s webs and it makes sense of your intuition earlier. There’s another spider-hero variant other than you in this universe. 

“You need to be careful in the future if your enemy discovers that you can travel through time-space easily.” A voice says. “It would cause more problems in the future, no?” 

“I– thank you,” you say breathily. “He came out of nowhere. I didn’t mean for the anomaly to escape.” 

“It’s not a problem. Mistakes happened.” The man says. The moment he turns around to face you—to reveal himself—your eyes widen in disbelief. Other than the fact that you’re gawking because of his shirtless state, this man in front of you looks familiar. But it’s not the man you know. 

The full body muscular, eight-pack abs and huge biceps. The tattoos on his body; one on his left arm, right shoulder and the side back of his neck. A full Spider tattoo on the left, a covered shoulder tattoo on the right, and a large cross on his neck. He still has the same dark brown hair, but it’s a little messy and you spot a silver streak on the front. There’s a slit on his left brow, giving him that devilish look, with two silver hoop earrings.  

The red eyes of the man staring at you are exactly the same eyes of a man you know. But he’s not completely the man you know. And you didn’t think you find a version of him from this universe. “Miguel?” 

“You know me? Well, that makes it easier for me to skip the introductions then,” he smirks. “I am this dimension’s Spider-Man. What are you doing here, nena?” 

thank you for reading!

author's note: this miguel variant is from peachy's drawing of her miguel spidersona (definitely one of the artists that i admire a lot).

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My Beautiful Stranger, My Soulmate - Cale/Fem! Reader

notes: for some reason i have a thing for continued love, maybe the reason why i'm single is because my soulmate is in another timeline/dimension /hj ... anyways this was the fic that i've wanted to write for the longest time but had no time for hehe

tags: female reader, novel spoilers (KRS' past and some war stuff), angst? not sure, continued love-esc, told in Cale's pov, one-sided admiration, strangers, Cale is whipped, mentions of abuse

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Constructive criticisms and any kind of interaction are more than welcome

Requests are currently closed but my ask are still open (read pinned)

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Everyone wants to have something constant in their life. Something that would keep them grounded. Something that would give them a sense of normalcy when everything else feels crazy. 

For most, a person will be their constant and their pillar. Choosing a loved one in their life that supports and cares for them. Just someone they can go through during the tough times in their life.

Kim Rok Soo’s case is the same… for the most part, that is.

The difference that sets him apart from the average person is the fact that his constant person is a stranger.

He knows what she looks like. Knows her mannerisms. Has seen her for almost his entire life.

Yet he doesn’t know her name. Doesn’t know what her speaking voice sounds like. Has never had a personal interaction with her. 

Is this considered to be a type of parasocial relationship? Maybe, but Rok Soo can’t be bothered to find out.

Kim Rok Soo’s first interaction with his constant was when he was a child. During the short while of his life where he was happy, complete. When his loving parents are still alive. That was the first time he saw her.

It was during daycare. The daycare is separated into morning and afternoon sessions. His parents had enrolled him for the morning sessions.

At first, he didn’t want to go. Even as a kid he had preferred the peace his house could offer compared to socializing with the outside world. But alas, it wasn’t like he had a choice, his parents had already enrolled him so he had to go. Plus either way, he has to attend school sooner or later.

That’s why he goes, albeit reluctantly. He participates in whatever antics the teachers/caretaker does even when all he wants to do is go back home. For him, daycare was extremely tiring.

However, all that tiredness was wiped away when dismissal arrived. And no, it wasn’t just because he was excited to see his parents and go back home.

It was actually because of the girl he saw. She was a cute kid, wearing a cute dress with her hair tied in those typical twin-tailed hairstyles girls her age would have. Rok Soo didn’t see her in daycare so she must be part of the afternoon session.

Since then, he looked forward to attending daycare just to catch a glimpse of her during dismissal.

Unfortunately, Kim Rok Soo’s life took a turn for the worse at such a young age. Tragedy had befallen upon him. His parents died and his uncle is a piece of shit that hits children. It was no surprise that he had forgotten about that pretty girl in daycare.

The universe seems to not want him to forget though.

Because then why else would he see her again in the playground he runs to whenever his uncle's house is too much? Why else she be there when they were far from the town where Rok Soo attended daycare?

‘It must be fate’

That’s what little Rok Soo thinks to himself as he watches her and her friends play on the monkey bars. He just watches them from inside the castle fortress thing that no one ever uses. The sand underneath him served as his cushion.

Sometimes he wants to join, he wants to befriend her too. But he isn’t really one for moving around, for playing such physically tiring games. Even if he was, his injuries from his beatings are stopping him from doing so. Hence why he was content with playing with the sand beneath his feet while watching her laugh as she tried to not get caught by her friend during a round of tag.

Despite what Rok Soo says, his constant isn’t as steady in his life as he wants her to be. There are long periods of his life where he wouldn’t see her.

Which was why he was internally overjoyed when he saw her not only taking the same bus as him but also going to the same library. They seem to have the same schedule, and the same free time allocated for reading books in the library. The library and the novels they held were already Rok Soo’s safe space, his constant’s presence only made it more heavenly.

Kim Rok Soo knows that his constant doesn’t know who he is. Even if he remembers seeing her almost every day, in her perspective he was just a random, faceless stranger.

However, sometimes there are incidents where he would think otherwise. Is he being delusional? Absolutely, but who would call him out? The voices in his head? His already used to blocking them out.

One incident was after the day she didn’t go to the library. Rok Soo was a bit concerned as this was the first time she skipped her usual library session. The next day after that, someone had left a canned drink on his desk. It’s the drink she usually buys from the vending machine. As a matter of fact, Rok Soo had never seen anyone else pick that drink except for her.

So sue him for being delusional, but that was definitely from his constant.

When the cataclysm started, Kim Rok Soo was sure he would never see her again.

But the universe had other plans.

No matter what happens, fate seems to be pulling them together. Intertwining their destinies.

Kim Rok Soo should be happy and should be overjoyed that he gets to see her.

However, he isn’t.

In fact, he wished he hadn’t seen her.

For maybe then he could’ve lived in ignorant bliss.

“Hurry and go! I’ll hold things down over here!”

Rok Soo’s constant commanded firmly. This is the first time he has heard her speak, and god does she sound heavenly. However, this isn’t the time for this. The eclipse is still happening, barrage after barrage of monsters is still coming after every shelter.

Still, he can’t help but admire her for a second. She’s so strong, so cool, so put together.

He just wishes she hadn’t been so selfless.

The skinny man couldn’t help but hold onto the hem of his clothes. Staring at her as if begging her to come with him using his eyes.

“I’ll be fine. You should go first, I’ll follow soon.”

Lies

Kim Rok Soo knows that she won’t be following them anytime soon. He is well-aware of the fact that after this the next time he would be reunited with her is in the afterlife.

That’s why he tries to convince her even though he knows he will ultimately fail.

Years passed after that and Kim Rok Soo never saw his constant again. How could he when she passed away? When she sacrificed herself for his sake and others.

Despite the accumulation of the time and people Rok Soo met, he never forgot her. He could never forget her. Sometimes he would just sit in silence, remembering how her voice sounded. Relishing the first and last words she spoke to him.

This did not change even after he became a team leader. As a matter of fact, the only change is that now he’s mourning for three people, instead of one.

His longing for her was strong. It did not disappear even after becoming Cale Henituse. He would still think of her despite turning over a new leaf, literally turning over a new life.

Cale longs to hold her again. This time not just the hem of her clothing but her hand. He wishes to have a proper conversation with her. Longs to ask her why she likes that canned drink that no one else drinks so much.

He longs to get to know her outside of the things he has observed. Wants to be the cause of her smile, and not merely watch others do it in his stead.

But alas, he couldn’t.

For not only is she dead, but his in another world.

Or at least that’s what he thought until he saw a familiar face standing up for him during the noble's meeting.

“Personally, I think we should just be grateful to Commander Cale Henituse. If it weren’t for him and his people then our kingdom would be in graver danger that we would not even be able to conduct such a meeting.”

She looked exactly how Cale remembered her. Her voice still has that same firmness in it, telling everyone in the room how she also wields power despite being younger than all of them.

“That’s correct young master. However, there are still some things that should be addressed. Such as that necromancer–”

“She has a name, it’s Mary. And she’s not a mere necromancer, she’s a revered hero of our kingdom. One of the people who had defended our kingdom from the Indomitable Alliance.”

Cale didn’t know he could fall deeper after all these years, but he just did.

“Due all respect my lady, but you are still young. I think your emotions are getting the best of you. Mind you that you are not even the heir of your household.”

The ugly noble tried to retaliate to which Cale’s constant only raised her eyebrows at.

“Oh my, how disgraceful… A noble pulling the age card just because his nearing his expiry age. Now forgive my disrespect, but you started it first… How dare you look down on me, the top 1% contributor to this Kingdom’s economy? I have built a name for myself outside of my family’s influence while all you have is your family’s standing. And emotional? Really? Of course, I’m emotional, the lives of our citizens are at stake and all you mongrels seem to care more about powerplay like the hungry bastards you all are. Is it because you’re not on the front lines? Is it because you think you can do what Commander Cale Henituse did? Then I dare you to do so at this very moment. Go to the frontlines and defend this kingdom you all claim to love very much!”

A deafening silence followed the young woman’s speech. Even Alberu had to take a double take. Everyone is tense, they don’t know what to say. Can’t refute what she said.

“I’m sorry for my outburst, Your Highness, Commander Cale. I simply cannot tolerate such disrespect when you are pulling most of the weight during these trying times. Please, let us proceed with our original agenda.”

Her poise never left her, even as she tore down every noble inside the room. Contrarily, the more she speaks, the more it looks as though she also possesses Dominating Aura.

At her insistence, the meeting got back on track. Most of the nobles were already silenced because of her, Alberu and Cale only had to deliver the finishing blow before wrapping everything up.

Once everything was done and settled Cale made plans to talk to his constant. Get to know her name, and finally interact with her. He knows that in her eyes his just a stranger. Someone who has no personal connections with her. But that doesn’t stop the redhead. He can always start forging their connection right here, right now.

He’ll do anything to not let her slip from his grasp once again.

And so the commander slithers his way towards where she is. He already had it all planned out; he’ll start the conversation by thanking her for standing up in Mary’s defence before asking for her name, and then he’ll let things flow naturally from there.

Despite running the simulations in his head, the only thing he could do once he was face to face with her was standing there. Face marred with shock and mouth unable to form words?

The cause?

Oh nothing much, it’s just because of her greeting.

“It’s nice to finally meet my beautiful stranger from Earth whose name I still don’t know. I’m [Name] [Lastname], may I know Commander Cale Henituse’s Earth name?”

[yen-sids-tournament]

With Phenomenal Cosmic Powers come a reasonable audience question.

*this one is like if everyone in Aladdin would get most the references because they are rather common. Maybe not everyone else understands everything, but any character could get any individual joke. Unlike the second choice where Genie pulls different references across time that could be lost on everyone else because it's too old or hasn't happened.

[inarjollyhound]

Fixed Points in time in BDFI's Timeline

TPOT 15/BFDIA 17 Spoilers

I think it's very interesting which events are either completely or mostly unaffected or resistant to any of changing timelines in TPOT 15 and BFDIA 17.

Voting Results

Even before One bestows everyone with the knowledge of the original timeline- none of the vote results are changed- Aside from the implication that Taco won the 1-vote difference in that Post-split BFB episode in the Pillory Ruins.

2. The Challenge for TPOT 15.

This could have been put at risk- if all of the active hosts hear that the OG timeline involved them not being the host (Especially Four and Announcer). Thank fully, it seems that only a couple of them heard the implication that someone else was supposed to be the host.

Thankfully, despite all the variation, most of them can agree that the stability of the timeline/saftey of the world is more important than their ambitions or personal interests.

Which in contrast- says a lot about how strongly pencil feels about getting eliminated

3. The Shift/The BFDIA/TPOT Yoyalite time travel catalysts.

Despite the collapsing time-periods, It seems that the universe is pree-desposed to avoiding a grandfather paradox at all costs- Which is to say, *None of the timeline shifts Prevent either Golf-Ball or Nickel from getting sent forward in time- nor do they change how the rejects in TPOT get sent back in time.* The Yoyalite time-travel events seem to be canon events in it of themselves. So fate seems to be weighted in favor of self-preservation.

In fact, this could probably be the explanation as to why Leafy being invited into Dream Island was so destructive- It's probably one of if not THE most destructive Grand-father Paradox-esque type cf change that could happen to the time-line.

(This also implies that Leafy's loss of Dream island and Firey/Tax Income Document's relationship is also a canon event)

4. Marker's Color/The Present Contestant's appearances

This seems like something that's really not all that stable or un-affected given the start of the episode- but I do think it's notable that Marker only changes Color *Once* in the wake of all the changing timelines hosts and artstyles in the very begining- and also remains the same after it's mostly stabilized.

And to a lesser degree- One giving all of the contestants knowledge of the prime timeline seemed to also prevent them from changing their art-style, like what happened at the intro.

This could imply that either External Knowledge inherently maintains a level of stability in the present- or Four did just a little more than keep everyone's memories.

5. The other Timeline Anomaly Events.

Akin to what I described on #3, it seems like almost none of the times that the Rejects teleport to are changed beyond recognition by any other timeline change from another contesting going even further back- that is, beyond Firey getting replaced by Tax Return Document.

CONCLUSIONS

From this- two possibilities come to mind-

The Timeline is Ultimately predisposed to avoiding any divergence to a change in canon or fate- keeping things from being as bad or incomprehensible is it *Could* be.

1a. It's not fate or the Universe, One has been keeping the timeline a bit more stable to drag things out- so to convince Gaty to sign the contract more efficiently.

1b. It could also be Black Hole- either locking in and keeping things together, or he's just unintentionally/instinctually keeping the fabric of the universe together- while being unaware of their portential.

2. Yoyalite can Access Alternate Universes, in addition to Time Travel.

The present timeline isn't especially Stable or resistant- Yoyalite is just capable of allowing it's users to *Leave it entirely*

The butterfly effects and grandfather paradoxes *ARE* happening, the Yoyalite is just capable of sending people to whatever specific parallel dimension or event is happening- even if not a part of the current timeline.

The Contestents having the knowledge of the Prime canon timeline, is the sole reason that none of the contants are lost to the infinite possibilities and time-line splits. The know which paralell universe splits to go to, therefore the Yoylelite can take them there.

The only major Anomaly here- Is the fact that the Changes in Total Firey Island are so substantial- That they can somehow over-ride the universes contants visit from that moment onwards.

Perhaps There's something Unique about Total Firey Island that gives it a higher level of influence of all the universe than what they Yoyalite can do.

(Perhaps this means Yoyalite is a canonically viable means access other realities- like Inanimate Insanity, or other object shows- if you don't consider the Meetup skits to be canon as is.)

-ANYWAYS.

I'm a huge dork about timetravel in media, and have a lot more fun coming with conclusions than conceding "oh welp, i guess that's just a plot hole"

So if anyone found any interesting implations from my theories- ENJOY i gues xD

[jovialoddity]

A crap ton of stupid questions for your AUs.

Professor Puzzles.

What's his opinion on the theater musical Cabaret? (1998)

Has he ever thought of quiting his job and doing something else other than Film?

Human Puzzles

How does the whole TV realm,and Puzzle park thing work for human puzzles?

Does the silly magic shit still work in Human Puzzles' AU?

Now for both of them.

How did he find out his allergic to cashews? What did his father think or do when ever Puzzles ate a Cashew?

Have they been to South Africa?

Thought on people calling them by their first name?

Are they single? If so , why?

Opinion on children who want to be like them?

OHHHHHHH BUDDY GET READY FOR SOME RAMBLING

For the Professor P ones:

Oh he LOVES Cabaret!!! He’s only ever seen the movie (because of course he has this is Mr. Puzzles we’re talking about), but he adored it. His favorite song is “Maybe This Time”.

He honestly couldn’t see himself having a non-film job because basically every job he’s ever had has been film-related. Before he started working as a teacher, he worked at a Blockbuster store from ages 17-30 until the shop closed down, and after THAT he landed a brief job at a local movie theatre before quitting and going into education. It’s hard for him to imagine having a career outside of that sphere 🥲

For the Human Mr. Puzzles ones:

The TV Dimension still exists and Puzzle Park still happens in this AU! Obviously it works a little differently though. The TV Dimension is all in a giant haunted/magical TV that he found at a garage sale (presumably the same one as the animatronics from Scooby Mario lmao) that he somehow managed to learn how to use, and now he brings it with him for set pieces to make his films more “engaging”. As for Puzzle Park, uh… I’ll just say that it’s around then that he starts to follow in the footsteps of his canon self a bit. He ended up roboticizing a lot of his body - not to the “full head replacement” extent, but quite a bit. And unfortunately it isn’t reversed/undone after WOTFI.

Yup! This is still the SMG4 universe, after all. Just with the one big change lol

For both of them (I’ll just be referring to them as one for this unless there’s significant differences in the answers):

He found out just by eating something with cashews in it as a kid and having a bad reaction to it. He didn’t realize it was the cashews that caused the reaction until way later, though, he just knew he was allergic to something. His father somehow never actually witnessed any of Puzzles’ allergy attacks so he was blissfully unaware of the fact that he even had any.

Nope, but he’d love to travel there someday!

He would feel really weird about it unless it’s someone extremely close to him. He’s more okay with people calling him his first name than he is with people calling him his legal surname (that’s a COMPLETE no, he despises his legal surname), but he still just goes by his director name for “convenience” since everybody pronounces his name wrong.

Human Mr. Puzzles is very much single. He just “hasn’t found the right one yet”. As for Professor Puzzles, that depends on who you ask lmao.

Human Puzzles would be flattered at the thought. Professor Puzzles’ reply would be an immediate “oh trust me kid, you don’t want that.”

[julihlaufey]

Pages From Your Diary (Stanford Pines x You)

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆.

⁠*⁠.⁠✧ ʷᵃʳⁿᶦⁿᵍˢ: ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ᵘˢᵉˢ ᶠᵉᵐᶦⁿᶦⁿᵉ ᵖʳᵒⁿᵒᵘⁿˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉᶠᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᵃˢ "ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᶦʳˡ". ᵇᵒᵈʸ ᵘⁿˢᵖᵉᶜᶦᶠᶦᵉᵈ.

⁠• ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᶠᶦʳˢᵗ ʷᵒʳᵏˢ ᶦⁿ ᵉⁿᵍˡᶦˢʰ. ᵉⁿᵍˡᶦˢʰ ᶦˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐʸ ᶠᶦʳˢᵗ ˡᵃⁿᵍᵘᵃᵍᵉ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᶦ'ᵐ ᵗʳʸᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᶦᵐᵖʳᵒᵛᵉ. ♡

• ⚠️ ᵗʰᵉ ʷʳᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᶦˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵐʸ ᵒᶜ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵃᵛᶦᵗʸ ᶠᵃˡˡˢ ᵘⁿᶦᵛᵉʳˢᵉ. ʰᵉʳ ᵃᵍᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖʳᵒᶠᵉˢˢᶦᵒⁿ ᵃʳᵉ ᵐᵉⁿᵗᶦᵒⁿᵉᵈ, ᶦ'ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗꜝ

The rain in Gravity Falls always sounded different. The drops always seemed thicker and the mood was definitely striking, but comforting. Her hands held the small box trembling.

Her feet slowly climbed the stairs out of fear or anxiety. Rainy weather meant family movie night. And of course Mabel and Dipper argued for a few minutes with her and Stan over which flavor to order, as if they couldn't order one of each.

Ford, for his part, had been in the room for a few hours and even though after last summer, he and his family were already closer, her, as an employee and friend of Stan and the children, wasn't that close to the scientist.

And of course, the one chosen to climb step by step and bring you some of the chosen pizza, was her.

She enters the room, stopping at the door. The room was cozy, calm and serene. She already knew it from the time Dipper and Mabel fought to change rooms. But she didn't think that cleaning it would make it so inviting.

Her eyes stopped on Stanford, sitting in his chair. His desk is full of papers, calculations and notes. He seemed to be busy and she didn't want to disturb him.

Clearing her throat, she enters with the small pizza box in hands. He glances over at her, raising an eyebrow in mild surprise. He had seen her around but never spoke much. The girl seemed friendly, but she had Stanley's quirks.

She did well in sales, fooled tourists like no one else and was as close to the twins as his brother.

He sets his pen down, folding his hands. — Hmm.. Hello! — Ford tried to be friendly with a small, disconcerting smile.

During the summer, they lived in the same house and had not even exchanged three words before. — Did you... need something?

— I... No, nothing! The... Kids ordered pizza and... And I figured that even if... You were busy, it wasn't fair to go without a slice. — She says, placing a small pizza box with three slices on top of his table, a little embarrassed. Her eyes didn't meet Ford's.

The hot face, kind of uncomfortable. Stanford couldn't help but chuckle slightly, amused a bit that she seemed so shy. He glances down at the pizza, then back at her.

— Hm. I appreciate it, then. — He stands, going over to the other side of the table and pulling out the chair next to him as an invitation for her to sit. — Take a seat, if you want. I'm just doing some calculations.

The girl blushed slightly. She was fascinated by the calculations Ford made that she could never do. A little surprised, shy and embarrassed by the invitation, but she could not refuse. She sat down, looking at the papers thrown and scattered on the table.— About... What is it? — She asked, afraid If was being nosy.

He smirked a bit, sitting back down in his chair. He grabs a slice of the pizza, then looks over at her as he takes a bite. They had gotten the flavor right.

— The multiverse, the possibilities of every single dimension and what could be. I'm working on a theorem to calculate every single dimension in this universe. Or at least, I'm trying to.

He grabs his notebook, pushing it over to her. It was filled with equations, scribbles, diagrams, and notes about different dimensions Ford had been to in the past.

— See? There are countless possibilities that I haven't even visited. That we didn't even consider could be real.

The girl couldn't help but smile. Stan's brother spoke so excitedly about his research and travels. He didn't even seem to have been affected by such events. Or if he had been, he was at least proud of having known so many strange worlds and creatures.

She looks curiously at the notes and calculations. — The part about dimensions is fascinating. — She says without looking at him.

— I mean, the whole diary is, but parts like "The Oracle" or "Casino Dimensions" are fascinating. — Although Ford thought only Dipper had read his diary, the girl spoke with fascination about his works.

Stanford can't help but find her enthusiasm endearing. Her excitement was somewhat infectious, making him smile in awe as he stopped the bite in the middle. — You've... Read my journal? — He inquired, a hint of surprise in his tone, but not enough to be an accusation.

The girl blushes violently again, looking at the eldest and quickly looking away. — Well... I read them. Not that Dipper or Stan know that I picked them up to read. But... Everyone was talking about "The Author" and I got curious. I devoured them in one night! — She said, laughing a little.

Of course it wasn't just curiosity. She loved it.

She loved his work. She read carefully the love he put into each line. Reading those diaries during the twins' vacation and after Ford added his experiences in the multiverse was fascinating.

Ford chuckled, smiling at her embarrassment. Part of him was surprised that nobody knew about her reading the journal. How had they not noticed?

— Hmm. I'll have to keep a better eye on my journal then. I usually just let Dipper borrow it. — He teased, resting his chin on his hand as he glanced at her.

She looked at him scared like a student who got a scolding from his favorite teacher. — I-I won't steal them again! Not that I stole them the first time, I just... I was just curious and no one comes into the tree house I built so... — She paused for a moment. She was acting like an idiot and hadn't even realized it until her eyes met Stanford's, who was resting his face on his hand and had an amused look on his face. — Damn, it wasn't the best first impression, was it?

Amused by her panicked tone and the expression she made, Ford snickered. He shook his head, waving his hand a bit to dismiss her flustering. — No, no, it's alright. I don't blame you for being curious. I'm more surprised that Stan and Dipper didn't catch you stealing the journal, if I'm being honest.

— Well... Let's just say Dipper was more difficult. — She said laughing. — But when he fell asleep drooling on the floor at four in the morning, it worked out. He spent the entire summer trapped and fascinated by the diary. I think you have a number one fan.

She laughed again, looking away. Dipper was fixated on the journal. But her? She was his number one fan, even though no one knew it.

— Dipper is definitely my biggest fan. At this rate, he probably dreams of my research. — He joked, looking over at her slightly.

However, he was clearly able to discern the fact that she, somehow, admired him as much as Dipper did. Though he didn't say that out loud. There was some charm in it.

She nodded, amused by his sense of humor. Stanford was more amazing and engaging than she thought. — You have no idea! One day Dipper woke up and filled the coffee table with theories about encrypted codes. It was even a little funny to see him think he dreamed up the right translations. Your encryptions were extremely difficult to decipher in two nights.

Ford chuckled softly, able to imagine that scenario unfolding. Dipper always took the journals so seriously sometimes, it was both amusing and endearing. He loved the kids passion. — Two nights... — He thought, raising an eyebrow as she spoke. His gaze glanced down at the table for a moment, as he then looked back up at her.

— You... Translated all the codes in the journal... In two nights? Just like that? No help from anyone?

She blushed violently again. She became extremely embarrassed and anxious when he praised her or was surprised by her accomplishments. It was like being a dumb, out-of-control teenager again.

— W-well, I couldn't keep the journals during the day and there seemed to be so many interesting things in those encryptions.

Pines smiled as he listened to her reply, able to notice the blush and how anxious she was. He was rather surprised. She was clearly intelligent, a little on the timid side, but incredibly smart. He chuckled a bit, tilting his head slightly.

— How old are you? — He inquired, raising an eyebrow as his gaze lingered on her for a moment.

— Twenty. I work at the cabin in the summers, since Stan offered me a paid room when I got to town.

He raised an eyebrow, a small look of surprise on his face. Twenty? She was much younger than he was expecting. He was shocked that Stan offered her a room on the condition that she work for him at the cabin. Then again, Stan didn't seem picky when it came to making a quick buck.

— I see... How... How long have you worked for Stan then?

She laughed a little for the reaction. — Since I was seventeen. I study history in the neighboring town. He's always been very kind to me. When the twins arrived, we were already... Good friends.

Stanford chuckled, smiling. Of course Stan wasn't picky on his hires. Even Wendy didn't even have to go through a whole interview or anything either. However, that information was a bit interesting to Ford. She was studying history? It was an interesting choice of profession for a young girl. He had to wonder, though...

— History, huh? Why do you like history so much?

Pines kept his eyes concentrated. His pizza had already cooled down, if it were coffee it would already be out of the question to drink. The girl was fascinating and he didn't understand why.

She seemed to be like them, she got along well with Stan, or the twins. However, something in her conversation made him feel like he wasn't alone.

— Aah... It's nice to be able to study about periods we didn't live in. I mean, Gravity Falls is an event. But being in a major historical landmark that people will study and talk about for years?! — She said enthusiastically, completely forgetting the panic and nervousness she felt around Stan's brother.

Ford laughed, raising an eyebrow and smiling at her little outburst of excitement. He found it rather endearing, her enthusiasm and passion for history. She was a little quirky here and there, but she seemed sweet and genuinely kind.

— You're... Passionate about history. I take it you want to go into archaeology? Or museum work?

— Archaeology. — The girl smiled. She hadn't met Ford a few minutes ago. Was blushing just from seeing him. And now was disturbing his work. Shyness knocked on her door with a kick.

— I-I'm sorry, I said too much for someone who just came to bring a pizza.

Ford continued to smile, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he watched her bluster and blush. It didn't take a mind reader to see that she had a small little crush. And if Ford was being honest.. He wasn't entirely opposed to the idea of her being that interested in him.

— No, no, I repeat, It's alright. Don't worry about interrupting. Archaeology... Interesting choice.

— Yeah... I think Gravity Falls is... The perfect place for that!— She said in a calm tone.

The raindrops were falling harder outside. The feeling of agitation. Very different from what the girl felt now. Her body was relaxed, calm and comfortable. When she entered, the room seemed the most comfortable thing in the cabin.

The smell of books and freshly changed sheets. Now, her mind was lost telling about her knowledge and days in Gravity Falls to a scientist who had already seen much more than these trees and woods.

Stanford's gaze remained locked on hers, as if her knowledge of archaeology and the best waffle in town were more interesting than the various worlds he'd visited. And indeed, they were.

To him, at that moment. Pines was sure he had just found something that inspired and impressed him more than anything else than Gravity Falls had ever introduced him to before.

And he couldn't be more excited to write about it in his journal.

I hope you enjoyed it! I'm always open to constructive criticism and ways to make writing in English more fluid and natural! ♡

Credit spacers: @zigrethsnotebook

Thank you so much for being so nice and remembering me!

[trainer-from-unova]

water and tobacco

🕸️ english ao3 🕸️ spanish ao3 🕸️

SHIP: marc spector x spiderwoman!reader

SUMMARY: you're in a situationship with Marc, who deeply loves you — but he knows that you're only with him because he looks exactly like Miguel, your ex from another dimension

AU: post-incursion (post-Doomsday and Secret Wars I guess)

C/W: light angst, kissing, begging, biting, porn with plot and feelings, smut, piv sex, mutual masturbation, finger fucking, finger sucking, oral sex (m), no protection, orgasm delay, creampie, dirty talk

A/N: english isn't my first language, sorry if something's weird expressed

WORD COUNT: 2015

To some he was Marc, to others Steven, to a few Jake, and to her he was Miguel O'Hara.

The latter made her feel like the most special woman in the multiverse, and in return she was making the former the most miserable. Marc felt, or rather knew that she was settling for him simply because he was identical to Miguel, and sometimes he suspected that it wouldn't take long for her to leave him to go back to universe 928 with him or anywhere else if she could.

Luckily for him after that incursion she was trapped in that universe with no possibility of returning to hers, his or any other. She also tried not to mention Miguel if it wasn't completely necessary, and he even less so as he felt that if he didn't mention him her past with him was less real, but he felt his presence probably the same way she felt Konshu's presence. Miguel's ghost was always there present for him, and he was sure it was for her too.

He still loved her madly, she made him miserable in a special way. Although he generally preferred to be a lone wolf, that wasn't the case with her. He needed her like water in the desert, and in her case it was similar — like tobacco, you don't need it but you can't give it up either.

In Marc's case taking off his suit was easy, but in her case the help was appreciated. Every time they went back to their shared flat at night after watching the streets he helped her undress. If the night had been quiet when he saw her in her underwear he dared to hug her from behind, kissing one of her shoulders and neck, trying to warm up the atmosphere.

If she didn't turn around he would turn her around so he could kiss her lips comfortably and slowly, taking his time and bringing his hands to her waist, very close to her buttocks. Then they would continue the kiss as she tried to remove his civilian clothes and/or as she tried to guide him to the bed without wanting to separate from him.

Marc was always painfully slow at first, but he did it on purpose to enjoy the moment and above all to provoke her, listening to her pleading. In that sense he was very different from Miguel, who was always in a hurry and was an animal in heat.

Already on the bed, sitting on the edge of it and completely naked, he started kissing her from slower to faster, until he put his tongue inside her. All that could be heard in the room was the wetness of the kiss, along with her little moans. But her tongue wasn't the only wet thing he felt as he could feel his already erect member against her already wet entrance, and he would be lying if he said he didn't want to enter her once and for all, but the foreplay was worth it. As he kissed her neck he caressed her body up and down and down and up, squeezing every lump of fat he could find along the way, namely her breasts and buttocks. She moved subtly, seeking to rub herself against his member as she clung to his shoulders.

"Please..." she pleaded in a whisper, her breath already hitching as he marked her neck with a hickey.

"Please what?" he asked pulling away from her neck to look at her with a raised eyebrow, though he knew very well what she meant — he just wanted to hear her more.

"Fuck me already," she asked trying to make eyes at him as she knew the power she had on him, "please," she said leaning back a little to grab his cock and massage it, trying to tease him more, "you know you want it."

"I haven't even begun to touch you properly, do you need my cock that badly?" he asked teasingly as he brought his thumb to her clit to stroke it leisurely while she nodded desperately with narrowed eyes. "Then say it, come on."

"I need your cock, deep inside me," she said as she began to massage him harder and faster.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," she moaned as she nodded again, "please."

"Suck my cock first," he said slapping one of her buttocks, signalling that he wanted her to get up.

Said and done she got up and knelt on the floor in front of him with his help, holding her hands as they looked into each other's eyes. She may not have been looking at him, but he loved to feel her hungry, needy gaze. She licked her lips as she stood in front of him, and stroked his erection from base to tip, massaging him with her fingers. At first she used only her hand, feeling every vein in her palm. Then she bent her head and licked the tip and then sucked it, squeezing and sucking. The hoarse sigh in response was an excellent reward, so she did it one more time before taking it all the way into her mouth.

The man's hand came to rest on her hair, sliding his fingers through her tresses but for the moment not forcing her further down. Accompanied by her hands she began to suck as far as her mouth could take, sucking on every part of the erection as if she was starving and her life depended on it. Marc's ragged breathing and little moans as she stimulated him motivated her not to stop. Already used to it and sensing that he needed more he finally grabbed her hair harder to try to get her to bend her head lower, trying to get all of his cock all the way inside her wonderfully talented mouth. He had to stop her because if she kept it up he might cum in her throat, and while that didn't sound bad in his mind, he knew she didn't like it.

He grabbed her hands again, this time to help her up. She lay down on the bed and spread her legs for him, waiting for him to get on top of her to fuck her all at once — and he partly did, but not in the way she expected. He knelt between her legs, brushing her folds with his fingertips.

"Always so wet," he whispered as he slowly slipped his fingers in, while she clutched the pillow at the back of her neck. With his fingers fully inside her he began to move them rapidly back and forth, adding the sound of her wetness to the embarrassing sounds coming from her mouth. She unconsciously brought one of her hands to her mouth to silence herself, but that didn't really do much good, and seeing that Marc went faster on purpose.

Even if she didn't moan that she was about to cum he knew when her orgasm was near, he could feel it — and he stopped when she was too close, to make her even more desperate. Watching her writhe in pleasure as she sobbingly begged him to make her come, coupled with the moans she let out when she felt him stop at the worst possible moment, were almost as satisfying a scene as his own orgasm.

When he stopped masturbating her he made her lick his fingers clean, sliding his fingers along her tongue being careful not to make her gag, feeling her tongue again but in another area of his body.

Then he grabbed her hips and turned her onto her back, and when she saw him reach for one of the pillows she instinctively lifted her hips, leaving room for it between the mattress and her bare belly and to brush his cock against her buttocks, desperate for more rubbing.

Marc would really like to torture her more, perhaps devour her, but another side of him wanted to please his princess and make her his once and for all, so he grabbed the tip of his cock and brushed her wet lips to make his way unceremoniously. She shivered as she moaned, the pleasure palpable in the sounds escaping her mouth as she clutched at the sheets. Instead Marc's hands gripped her waist to ram into her, back and forth, watching victoriously as his cock disappeared inside her. Then he settled down on top of her, grabbing her hands.

"Is this deep enough for you?" he asked as he rammed into her.

"Yesyesyes! Make me cum, please please please!"

She had already reached that moment of madness where she couldn't stop her crying and pleading as she felt her orgasm forming in her lower abdomen, wishing it would go all the way down to her crotch. And they only just realised that they weren't using protection, which could be a problem, but neither could find a moment to stop and put on a condom. Besides, even if he didn't want children, Marc loved the idea of cumming inside her and filling her with his seed. He felt it was a different way to mark her, more special.

She whimpered and writhed completely as the orgasm she had been building up to for a while before came, arching her back and straining her toes, but Marc held her tightly to keep her still and not slip out, feeling her throbbing insides clinging to his cock. He was also close, very close — she also could feel it, and even she, who had a foggy mind at that moment, could feel it as she listened to his labored breathing and moans against the back of her neck.

At the last moment, shortly after her, his most animal instinct overcame him and without thinking he bit her shoulder, which was a reality check to her not only because of the sensation of her skin being marked by his teeth but because Miguel used to do that too. And then, if that wasn't enough, she suddenly felt him fill her with a thick, hot liquid as he growled.

"Oh God," he sighed in relief, letting himself fall completely defeated onto her, using her as a mattress as he caught his breath, still inside her. "You feel so good, I don't want to pull out..."

"Well, considering you've cum inside me, I think you should," she said sarcastically, now more sane, "because I don't feel like having children and I'm sure you don't either," he laughed, snorting through his nose as he slowly raised himself up.

"Tomorrow I'll buy you a pill at the pharmacy," he said, then kissed the mark his teeth had left on her shoulder.

He pulled out of her at last, pulling his now soft member out and also letting his seed out, noticing how it slid into her still wet folds. He dropped himself beside her as she lay on her side, cuddling and wrapping his arm around her.

"Maybe... you should start taking birth control," he offered, trying not to sound too interested in his own proposal, but she was no fool.

Everything would be easier (for him) if she took them — they could stop using condoms and cum as many times as he wanted inside her without the worry of getting pregnant, and most of all it would mean that their relationship was going for the long haul, since she couldn't afford to take so many morning after pills.

"...Maybe I should, yeah," she said thoughtfully.

It wasn't that she didn't love Marc (or Steven or Jake), she really loved and cared about him. She probably would have fallen completely in love with him in other circumstances — but unfortunately for him, Miguel came into her life first, marking her forever as if a vampire had branded her with his fangs.

She sighed deeply as she stared at the ceiling, and as he leaned back to drink some water from the plastic bottle on one of the small tables next to the bed, she reached out to the other to get the cigarette box and a lighter.

[arrow-guy]

Within the Ashes (9/??)

Summary: You’ve spent your life working for someone else. You watch their back, you protect them, but you’re left feeling empty and unfulfilled at the end of the day. What happens when a freak accident transports you to a different dimension, very nearly identical to your own?

A/N: Hello hello! It's time for yet another chapter of my self-indulgent shenanigans. I feel like I should probably say, for anyone who's new-ish to this fic, I started writing this three years ago, long before the Fantastic Four were confirmed for the mcu, when the Tower was theorized to wind up being the Baxter Building in universe. I feel like this is especially important now that Thunderbolts is out lmao. But! I hope y'all like this chapter! Have fun!

Page dividers by @carryonmyswansong

Pairing: StevexReader, background Spideytorch

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Arguments, anxious reader character

Part 8

“Are you hiding from Sue too?”

Johnny scoots over to make room for Peter. “Yeah, she’s in a mood. I think Reed’s dragging his feet trying to find (Y/N) and she’s pissed.”

“I can tell. She’s on a cleaning tear and tried to drag me into it.”

Johnny cringes. “Yeah, sorry about that. I just barely escaped, you must’ve been the next best option.”

“She’ll find us eventually, you know.”

“Then maybe we should get outta here and find something productive to do.”

“What would you suggest?”

“Literally anything but hiding in our closet.” Johnny grabs Peter’s hand and drags him out of the closet and out into the hallway.

They barely make it to the elevator before they’re caught.

“Stop right there.”

They cringe and slowly turn around to find Sue with her arms crossed.

“Hey, Sue,” Johnny says.

“Don’t ‘hey, Sue’ me. Where do you two think you’re going?”

“Uh… out?” Johnny offers.

She shakes her head. “You’re not going anywhere but down to the lab.”

“Wh-Sue, what are we supposed to do there? Sit around and hope Reed feels bad because he hasn’t made any progress? You know that won’t work.” Johnny looks to Peter for support, but he just shakes his head and shrugs. He doesn’t have any better argument than Johnny does.

Sue scowls. “I’m sure you can figure something out.”

Sue drags Johnny and Peter down to the lab and the boys drag their feet the entire way there. Sue doesn’t see anything. Her anger seems to have dissipated slightly and she seems to recognize that she’s taking her anger out on the wrong people. Regardless, confronting Reed might be easier with back up, so she doesn’t apologize yet.

Right as they approach the doors, they slide open and they’re met by Reed, hair wild and limbs stretched at odd lengths.

“Good, you’re here, I think I’ve found something.” He turns back into the lab without waiting for a response.

Sue immediately follows, but Johnny and Peter wait a moment. They look at each other and Peter shrugs and follows Sue. Johnny is right on his heels.

“What’d you find?” Peter asks. He glances around the lab and notes that Reed has yet to rebuild the transport.

“I believe I’ve located (Y/N)’s energy signature.” He types frantically on the main console, eyes not leaving the display. “I believe I initially ran into difficulties because I cast the net too wide.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning she’s still here.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Johnny asks. “We know, for a fact, she’s not here.”

“Not literally here,” Reed says. “But her signature is still here. In this building. It moves between the floors throughout the day, but it never leaves the building.”

“So she’s in the same location, just in a different dimension?” Sue asks.

“Correct.” Reed finally turns away from his work and back to Sue, Johnny, and Peter.

“So we can get her back,” Peter says.

“I’m not sure yet,” Reed confesses.

Johnny opens his mouth to speak, but just sighs, shakes his head and walks away. 

Peter scowls. “So you’ve just been dicking around down here for two months tracking an energy signature? That’s it?!”

“I can’t bring her back if I don’t pinpoint her location first-”

“You could’ve been building the transport between searches!”

“If I’m dividing my attention between two projects, I can’t ensure the accuracy of either result.”

“You-ugh!” Peter balls his hands into fists. “Now I get why Sue’s always pissed at you these days.”

Reed opens his mouth to retort, but Peter walks off after Johnny. Reed turns to Sue. “Are you going to leave too?”

“I am,” Sue says. “Someone has to take care of our children, and clearly it won’t be you.”

“That’s not fair.”

“No, it’s not. But neither is being the only parent present in their lives.” Sue folds her arms. “You’re the only one who knows how to build this thing, Reed. You can ask for help, but we can’t fix your mistake for you.”

Reed frowns. “I’m trying, Sue.”

“I know.” She sighs. “Start building the transport, Reed. Try not to blow it up this time.”

Sue doesn’t wait for a response and walks away, leaving Reed alone in his lab.

(Y/N) is being dramatic. Realistically, she knows that. And yet, laying on the couch and sighing still feels right because it’s the only thing that’s making her feel better right now.

The two weeks Steve said he’d be away have come and gone without any further communication. Sure, (Y/N) remembers he mentioned they might be gone longer. That doesn’t stop her mind from running wild. Especially with the cliffhanger he left on. Who the hell tells someone they want to talk and just fucks off for two weeks? More than two weeks, actually. Does he just expect her to feel normal about that? After telling her he went out of his way to find her before he left, just to tell her he wanted to talk when he gets back? And what was up with that kiss? Not that she’s complaining, she found it very sweet in the moment. But now she’s left with nothing better to do than overthink.

She supposes she does have other things she could do. Tony supplied her with an overflowing digital library of any and everything she could ever possibly want to read. And she might’ve already read three book series from her childhood just to see if there were any differences between dimensions. And there were, but none that seriously changed the outcome of any of the stories.

She’s tried training on her own, but without Natasha’s guidance she never knows if she’s doing something wrong. If her posture is bad or her form is wrong. She started doing yoga in the mornings with Wanda and Bruce joins them occasionally, and that’s nice, but it only occupies her for an hour or two before the silence becomes too much and she needs a new distraction.

Bruce and Tony don’t have much going on in the lab at the moment, so all she has left is laying on the couch, sighing dramatically in hopes of someone coming by and giving her a project. Or worse, asking her why she’s being so weird.

Wanda pokes her head over the back of the couch. “Your surface thoughts are very loud.”

Startled, (Y/N) yelps and presses one hand to her chest. “Jesus, you startled me!”

“I’m sorry.”

“How do you walk so quietly?”

Wanda shrugs. “Force of habit, I suppose.”

(Y/N) takes a deep breath and slowly sits up. “Could you hear what I was thinking?”

“I could. Your mind isn’t guarded very well.”

(Y/N) frowns. “Is that a bad thing?”

“It depends. But in this instance, no. You are just very transparent about how you feel, so your thoughts are easy to hear.”

“Oh.”

“Steve will be fine,” Wanda says. “He always is.”

“I know.” She pauses. “What I mean is that I know he’ll be okay, but I appreciate the reassurance.”

Wanda chuckles. “I know.”

“Ah, right. I’ve never worked with someone who could read minds before.”

“I try not to. I only said something because you were worried.”

“I appreciate that.”

“I understand why you’d worry, though.”

“You do?”

“You worry that you’re moving too fast. That you won’t be here very long. That you’re getting ahead of yourself. But these are normal things for you to worry about.”

“Even if it’s normal, I still feel weird about it.”

“Because you have nothing to confirm or deny your fears, so there’s nowhere for your energy to go.”

“Oh.” (Y/N) sits up. “That makes sense. Still… I can’t help worrying-”

“That Steve may not feel the same way?” (Y/N) nods. “I’m sure you already know how he feels, but I think you’ll believe it more readily if you hear it from him. Even if I have seen exactly what he thinks of you.”

“I’m almost tempted to ask.” Wanda raises her eyebrows, but (Y/N) just smiles. “Almost.”

“Good choice.”

“Y’know, I’m glad I started doing yoga in the mornings. I don’t think we would’ve spent much time together otherwise.”

“Me too.” Wanda smiles. “I’ve enjoyed getting to know you.”

(Y/N) grins. “The feeling’s mutual.”

Wanda sticks around to chat for a while longer. Eventually Vision floats through and asks for her help on something. Before she leaves, they make plans to watch a movie together later.

Alone again, (Y/N) goes back to her room and spends the rest of the day reading.

“(Y/N), could you join us in the lab?” Tony asks, voice surprisingly clear over the intercom. “We have a surprise for you.”

(Y/N) sets the tablet she was reading on to the side and heads to the lab. Bruce and Tony are there, standing at one of the work tables with a young man between them. He seems comfortable with them and has a familiar mop of mousy brown hair. (Y/N) doesn’t examine why he seems familiar before approaching.

“That was fast,” Tony says.

“You call, I come,” she jokes. “Not like I’m doing much right now anyway.”

Bruce chuckles. “I hear you’ve been reading a lot recently.”

“I’ve been rereading books to see if there are any big differences, but it’s mostly just been hair colors.”

“Huh. Given how similar we are to the Avengers from your dimension, I suppose drastic differences in books would be odd.”

Tony clears his throat and Bruce and (Y/N) immediately turn their attention to him. “On that note, this-” he gestures to the young man beside him- “is Peter.”

(Y/N)’s eyebrows shoot to her hairline. “Parker?”

The young man looks surprised. “You know me?”

She chuckles. “I know someone very similar to you.” Peter cocks his head. “In my dimension, the two of us are best friends.”

He gasps. “You’re the one who appeared in the lab a while back?”

“I am. From what I hear, it was not a pretty sight.”

“Tony wouldn’t let me visit, so I can neither confirm, nor deny.”

“I’m sure I can talk someone into showing me the security tapes or something. But I’ve watched burns heal before. Tony didn’t let you visit for a very good reason.”

“I’ll take your word on that.”

Peter fidgets with his hands the same way her Peter does when he’s not sure how to say something. “You look like you have questions,” she says.

Peter seems surprised. “How’d you know?”

“I know a different version of you.” She gestures to his hands, “He fidgets the same way from time to time.”

“Oh.” His face goes red and he shoves his hands into his pockets. “Are you close with the other me?”

“I am. We met after he moved in with his aunt and uncle. We’ve been practically inseparable ever since.”

“Really? But you’re so much older than me.” Bruce clears his throat and Tony elbows him for his comment. (Y/N) just laughs. “Sorry,” Peter mumbles.

“It’s totally fine. I am older than you, but so is my Peter. He’s working on a doctorate right now.”

“Whoa, really?”

“Yeah, he’s just about done. I think he’ll either graduate this year or early next year.”

“Wow! Would I know this dimension’s version of you?”

“No, it looks like I’m unique to my dimension.”

His shoulders droop slightly. “Aw, okay.”

“And you should know my Peter isn’t a direct look into your future.” Peter looks surprised. “He’s not you and you’re not him. You’re from two totally different worlds and were raised differently.”

“How do you know?”

“Well… My Pete never had your resources when he was your age. Never would’ve worked for Tony. And I have yet to see you credited for any of the pictures of Spider-Man in the Bugle while I’ve been here.”

“That stings, (Y/N),” Tony says.

“Just telling the truth. Peter wasn’t on good terms with my dimension’s Stark when he was younger.”

“Why do I suddenly feel guilty?”

“I think that’s between you and your therapist.”

Peter laughs and Tonly rolls his eyes. (Y/N) can see him smile as he turns away.

Tony and Bruce rope Peter and (Y/N) into helping them with their project of the day. (Y/N) is tasked with sorting through heavy materials while Peter helps with the math and science where he can. Peter occasionally helps move a piece (Y/N) would have issues balancing on her own and takes the opportunity to ask her questions about her Peter. He’s surprise to learn her Peter is dating a man, Johnny, but not disappointed, and concerned when he learns how old May is.

“How can she be that old?”

“Time is a fickle mistress, Pete. It never stops moving. And it hasn’t treated her kindly.”

“I bet he worries about her,” he says, surveying what’s left of (Y/N)’s project. “I know I would.”

“He does. He loves May very much. And he does everything he can to protect her and the people he cares about.”

“Sometimes that’s not enough.”

“No, sometimes it’s not. But that’s why you have friends. People who care about you who you can rely on so you’re not doing everything on your own all the time.”

“How did he learn to ask for help?” Peter asks, voice quiet.

“The hard way. And when that didn’t work, his friends knocked some sense into him.”

He laughs. “Sounds about right.”

“You don’t have to make the same mistakes. You have people here who care about you and want to help however they can.”

“I know.”

“Good.” (Y/N) ruffles his hare and laughs when he tries to bat her hand away.

“(Y/N),” Tony calls. He gestures for her to join him when she looks over. “We have news from Steve.”

“Really?” She stops teasing Peter and rushes over to Tony’s workstation. “What’d he say?”

“Looks like they’ll be gone another two weeks,” he says. “Their lead fell through and they just picked up the trail again today.”

“Well shit.”

“It’s happened before. They’ll pull through just fine. Might even get back earlier than he says they will.” He taps through a couple of menus before going back to his inbox. “Wouldn’t be the first time it’s happened.”

“Okay, thanks for the update,” she mumbles.

“You’re still worried about him?” (Y/N) scowls and Tony gasps in delight. “Don’t tell me-”

“Tony-”

“Do you-”

“Shut up-”

“Have a crush on him?”

(Y/N) sighs and walks back to her project. “Everyone has a crush on him, he’s Captain America.”

“No, this is different.” He follows her and sends Peter to help Bruce along the way. “You’re impatient and you’re worried about him.”

“So?”

“So, something’s going on with you two.”

“There isn’t.”

“Oh really?”

“I’m not talking to you about his if you’re just going to tease me.”

“But it’s so much fun.”

(Y/N) tosses a couple of things onto their respective piles before turning back to him. “Not for me.”

Surprised he says, “So it’s serious then.”

“I don’t know, we haven’t talked about it.”

“But you want to.”

“It seems like he wants to. I don’t fully know what I want yet. But we won’t be talking about it til he gets back, so I have some time to sort out my feelings on the matter.”

“You’re taking this really seriously.”

“Of course I am. I can’t make a decision like this lightly. The fact that this isn’t my dimension is part of what informs how we move forward with whatever we decide-” Tony opens his mouth to speak, but (Y/N) doesn’t let him- “If we even have a decision to make in the first place.”

“Alright. Seems like you’ve really thought this through.”

“I have.”

“I respect that.”

“I should hope so.”

Tony pats her on the shoulder and leaves her to finish her sorting.

Peter heads home around five and Bruce, (Y/N), and Tony all have dinner together. They play card games until Tony loses interest and drifts off to the lab again. Without him, (Y/N) and Bruce talk about books and movies until they notice how dark it’s gotten. They say goodnight and (Y/N) heads to her room to get ready for bed before laying down to read herself to sleep.

She’d finished her last book the night before and is about to look for something new to read when she notices she has an unread message. Swipes away the library list and opens her inbox to find Steve’s name with a bold red three next to it. She doesn’t hesitate to open the messages.

I’m sorry we’re not back yet. The trail went cold and we’re slowly getting back on track

It may be another two weeks, but I can’t be certain.

I’m sorry to leave you on your own for so long. Especially with how our last conversation ended. I’m thinking about you. I miss you. I’ll be back soon.

(Y/N) feels a sudden rush of affection towards Steve. Sure he knew Tony would pass along his update. But he still took the time to message her. To reassure her. Something about that makes her miss him even more while simultaneously putting her mind at ease. She finds it incredibly sweet.

I’m sorry things aren’t going as planned. I appreciate the update though. Hopefully you won’t be gone much longer.

I miss you too. Be careful. Come home soon.

With that, she picks a long book without looking at the title and reads late into the night.

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Part 10

More from the Reader's original dimension! More interaction with Tony and Bruce! And finally time with Peter! Writing the Reader character with this dimension's Peter was fun. He's so young and she's already seen her Peter grow into his powers, it felt like the perfect opportunity to give him some advice he should've had in the earlier movies.

But! As always, I'd love to hear what you thought of this chapter! Is Reed dragging his feet on purpose? Is Sue being too hard on him? How did you feel about the Reader character meeting baby Peter? What'd you think of Tony teasing the Reader? Do you think the Reader character is too impatient? Be sure to reblog, comment, and/or shoot me an ask and tell me all about it!

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[alienmiilk]

my sonadow fankid... his name is rush, a dimension traveller and he sometimes has a sibling called chase

REALLY long lore thing under cut

rush isn't technically Our sonic and shadow's kid, he's A sonic and shadow's kid created from a mix of prism + chaos energy in another universe/timeline that i named zero hill zone (sonadow are slightly older and closer, but their dynamic remains the same)

does this make sense

baby rush was a literal piece of the prism that sonadow took care of bc he kept gravitating towards them, sonic is the one who names him (shadow's like, why are you naming a rock)

something something the paradox prism starts to become unstable for some reason and z!sonic tries to find out why, except he's running out of time and he realises the only way to sort everything out is to entrust his alternate self from the other universe (our sonic) (he tries to send a message to other shatterverses to reach him, but it reaches them in garbled forms - nine in particular gets the signal, but can't figure out what it means)

the prism explodes, z!sonic dies in the process

rush is finally 'born' after this, breaking free from the prism piece as a little hedgehog the only thing he knows is that z!sonic died protecting him, and misunderstands that bc z!shadow left them, he must've caused z!sonic to die or at least was involved with it, or he just resents him for not being there for them

in reality, z!shadow was attempting to reach the other shatterverses (z!sonic's plan) but bc of the prism's power he's sent into the void (the one that the emerald falls into in that one ep of sonic prime) he's trapped in the deeper void for a long period of time

rush grows up in the post-apocalyptic landscape of zero hill (he imitates what he remembers z!sonic doing). he doesn't realise this, but as he grows older, the zone becomes to fall apart more (becoming like ghost hills) - at some point, he feels oddly drawn to the dimensional rips in his world and decides to go into one, having nothing else to do

now an essentially 70% formed paradox prism in the shape of a hedgehog, after some trial and error, rush realises he can go anywhere he wants and decides to look for other signs of life he ends up in the different shatterverses that we know of from the show, and as he makes his way through each they become destabilised bc he's basically a walking paradox prism. this causes the entire shatterverse to become messed up again, albeit slowly and gradually

bc of this, z!shadow realises that the void has started to destabilise and he manages to claw his way out of the deep void. he manages to find zero hills again but sees that everything is destroyed and washed out (ghost hills style) he finds out that z!sonic has died and is overcome w grief and anger. with how unstable the shatterverses are now and his own chaos powers, he manages to rip open gateways into other points in the timeline, he starts to traverse through them to look for other z!sonic in the past, or just other sonics

notably, he manages to find his way to the early days of project shadow and learns about the information about how he was created - a budding plan takes place, one to bring sonic back through the research (a different take on this au) - also like, he's getting stuck in another isolation chamber situation he is not doing ok, he's loopy

meanwhile, rush falls into green hills (the actual one!) and spots shadow...

idk how to summarise this anymore i'm not even summarising, jus tlook at my google doc

it's a whole thing, i might continue to work on if i feel like it bc there's no 'ending' yet, and also where's chase? no idea

either zero hills or the 'hostile shatterverse' is this