#universess

[engagekiss]

🎆 𓈒𓈒𓈒 universess

╴ a gender connected to being the universe and completely outside of human realm of understanding, but being seen as feminine !

[ id: three identical seven striped flags. the colors in order of top to bottom are purple, pastel purple, pale purple, nearly black purple, pale pink, pastel pink, dusty pink. / end id. ]

[cocajimmycola]

Pride badge emojis - @engagekiss 's flags ! [ they look blurry because they are small . high quality when used . made with permission . credit engagekiss if used publically . ]

Flags in order ( with links ) ::

digitalover , aromenine , morusoftic , maurasean , mirrattract , femarmor , autiling , chainlovesi , kifemendic , girlb!yflux , universess

[xxk3vonicaxx]

Kevverse lore here we goooo:

Sooo if you've seen a bit of my recent workss (the game of Kevonica), you'd probably have heard of me mentioning the Kevverse in passingg

Pretty muchh, the Kevverse is an umbrella term for the multiverse of Kevins that tend to exist across multiple dimensions/universes or timeliness

These universes could be travelled to with a strange arroww, though the arrow is the key to travelling to the different universess, it would be best not to lose itt, as if you lose it or break itt, you could be stuck in an alternate universe or timeline foreverr, unable to go back to your own worldd, and none of the Kevins would want to take that riskk... Usuallyy...

The Kevins from different timelines/dimensions are simply called alternatess. Khatch is an alternate of Kevin Odumm, Odum is an alternate of Khatchh, etcc. There's several alternates that existt, most belong to me buut some belong to my bestie and there's also some by other peoplee (for examplee, @normoku owns a cannibalistic Kevin named Kevrii, my bestie owns a monstrous version of Kevin from a universe called Candylandd, me and my bestie own Ace Of Nor from CS, etc.) X>

Kevonica is the name of a battle royale (which is also named after a cityy) that would take place to determine who was the best Kevin in all of the Kevversee, with the battle royale being created by a blonde Kevin from the future named Kevonicuss. The winner of this battle royale would be the new holder of the strange arrow:

There were two battle royales in the history of Kevonicaa: The first onee, where he recruited Khatchadourian to work with him in the making of planning it as well as the executionn, though Kevonicus had later stolen Khatch's ideaas, using them to win the battle royale and ultimately become the owner of the arroww... Or so it seemedd.

Kevonicus had looked for the arrow's location for yearss, hearing about it in his parents' books and ultimately trying to replicate its power (with the help of Khatchadourian) in the battle royale by making artificial portals through the futuristic inventions that he had worked on and studied for yearss. He had wanted the arrow to ultimately take over the entire Kevversee, as that had been his plan with the Kevins that had been beaten by them in Kevonica (taking them and using them for his own benefitt):

Though after Khatch saw that Kevonicus had stolen his workk, he became furious with himm, stealing the arrow out of rage and going back to his world with itt

In the second Kevonicaa, Kevonicus is basically trying to get the arrow back from Khatchh, making him participatee. Though Khatch ultimately teams up with Kevin Odum to get back homee, as well as to give him the arrow to keep it safee, making Odum the new owner of the arrow instead of Khatchh. (Although Khatch got into Odum's dimension through a freak accidentt, this would be touched on more in detail later as it's spoilers for EODLS anywayy)

Odum doesn't use the arroww, he'd rather not risk anything with it's powerr, so he just keeps it in a drawer to keep it safe for Khatch

[beforus-for-real-justice]

youu aree alll literallyy justt lyingg aboutt beingg fromm ann alternatee universee andd youu knoww itt. alternatee universess dontt existt. hopee thiss helpss!

🖕

[draconic-asterism]

Me: *sees anything about Steven Universe Future*

My brain: i cAN"T BELIeve weEE'VE COKME So FAAAAARRRRRRR, STEVEBn UNiversesS FuiTURE HERE WE ARe

[frozendeceiver-blog]

{open starter}

I can take care of myself 

Weeks into his 'stay' on earth, (or what Thor had called a 'stay' and what Loki had called 'imprisonment') Loki was still finding a hard time growing used to the average midgardian lifestyle-- or average as could be when his constant babysitter was a well known technophile billionaire. Many things seemed chaotic as it were, slipping from his fingers-- and not the chaos he was so fond of. It was not his own doing.

A continuum of low, growls escaped him as he wiggled, and somehow managed to slip into 'jeans' and a tee shirt. He was uncomfortable, and he was sure he had done something wrong when he had decided to clean them-- a tad extra irritating if possible. The plain black hooded garment seemed to be the only familiar friend in the pile, and even then, Loki's stomach dropped when he realized yes, he knew how to zip UP the zipper, but knowing and enacting were two things... For a bit he fumbled then, eventually just leaving the hoodie to hang off his long frame...

--Long, thin frame. His stomach had growled in response. Something now he could not avoid, the god had been paying a small wage for food to be brought to him... for the sake of the mortals obviously! Having a destructive reminder walking around as if he were free? It would cause a riot. And without his usual wares and magic he would still be quite vulnerable against a mass of mortals-- and goodness, whatever heroes came along with them. He could see it then clearly-- standing in the middle of the produce with a cabbage in hand, surrounded by suits. Stomach growling once more at the thought of even cabbage, Loki knew there was no turning back from this. 

Grabbing his coin bag with midgardian allowance saved to the brim, followed by his keycard to the place he now called home, he made his way out as swiftly as possible-- not to catch the attention of any guards or the Iron Man himself. No lecture on 'proper earth behavior' today, not for him. 

Long legs and a quick stride will get you places in New York City, and Loki had approached and entered the Fairway within minutes. His hood was up over his head, helping along with his aloof hair to shield his identity. The cart swung back and forth in his hand almost anxiously as he scanned the produce, eyes every so often darting sideways to check the person beside him as he was not an idiot. Loki knew he would look suspicious even without the darker toned attire. Stopping and hovering over the tomatoes he took a leap and let his hood slip from his head, picking up each tomato and scanning it over once more--

Placing one incredibly bruised tomato down he made his way for another one, bumping into another patrons hand on the way. Loki immediately tugged his hand away before pausing to look at them. He muttered a quick, "Apologies" attempting to retreat from the labyrinth of baskets...