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dungeon meshi but they end up in the back rooms, a cursed idea that was eating away at my brain
”Wait.” The faintest sound darting out from beneath the door. So so quiet, even though there is nothing else to make noise. Even though there is nothing else to hear it.
“Wait, please.” You turn, key already half in your hands pocket, caught stiff from the impossibility of it. It’s barely louder than a murmur. If your hearing hadn’t twitched just the slightest, if you hadn’t stopped just to double check, you’d be gone. The universe would be shut, dust sheets covering the planets and all the windows and stars locked. Lights off.
“Please?” It’s so unsure. So fragile. The silence threatens to break the noise instead of the other way round. Are they unwilling or unable to raise their volume, to risk being heard, to take up space, to actually stand up and decide they want to exist? What horrors do they think being known will bring?
“Please. I don’t want to be left behind.”
You open the door, and the universe flickers on.
You are Death. The last living thing has died. You've put the chairs on the tables, turned out the lights, and locked the universe behind you. Something whispers from behind the door.
a dænce of roëmænce
depictions of the ace experience never seem to include the nightmare-borne skeleton creature from hell so kudos to the dimension 20 team for their commitment to accurate rep
Shovel Talk: Dick
When Dick starts dating, Jason is still rocking the yellow cape. He can’t do much, cause Dick is still distant with Bruce and he’s thirteen, but he glares extra hard whenever he sees Dick’s partner.
Dick keeps dating, goes through a few different partners, and him and Jason get closer. Dick thinks his little brother is cool with whoever he brings round. Dick is wrong. Jason waits until it hits the five month mark then all of a sudden the partner in question is subject to covert threats and subtle enough intimidation so specific that they sound mad trying to tell anyone about it. Especially considering this is coming from fifteen year old, ‘Robin is Magic’, heart of gold Jason Todd.
Dick is still dating after Jason dies, but there’s a weird lack of somehow scary younger brothers.
Until Tim shows up.
Once Tim and Dick are close, that’s it. Dick’s partners will walk in to find photos of them going about their day on their desk, with a final one of them and Dick that’s got ‘Look after him’ written on the back. Kori thinks this is sweet and immediately goes to Tim for all missing persons cases she hits a wall with. None of Dick’s other partners from that time would agree.
After Jason returns, Dick starts dating Wally. Tim tracks Jason down in Crime Alley to deliver the news. Wally walks into his room at the JL one day to discover pages covering the walls. It’s a document with a list of co-ordinates, which turn out to be every place he’s slept or eaten at in the past month. Every place he’s been in a theoretically vulnerable position. A separate list has his regular orders. Wally freaks out, and goes immediately to Gotham to talk to Dick about a possible threat. Coincidentally, Jason happens to be at the mansion for one of his rare visits, and although Dick is out he’s happy to hear about Wally’s quickly mounting anxiety. After being shown all the evidence, giving a sympathetic ear, Jason looks up at Wally.
“It sounds like someone could get to you really easily.” Jason gives a pitying grimace, and then smiles sweetly. “Better not give them a reason to, right?”
Wally’s heart is at risk of being lost in the speed force it’s beating so fast. Jason gets up, and takes his tea and his book.
“Dick will be back in a few hours. Heard you’ve got a date planned later. Hope that goes well.” Jason leaves an absolutely terrified Wally at the kitchen table.
you can pry happy endings from my cold-dead hands. It can be the most heart stopping, gut wrenching fic that has every existed and I will read every drop of it if I get my happy ending. I have had enough painful endings in real life, give me happy in my fantasy world. It can be at the last second, it can be a single sentence, even a single word. Give me all the angst and hurt in the world for 500,000 words, but please give me the comfort I need in the ending. please and thank you.
Idk there's something really sweet to me about fix-it writers. Like, me and you- maybe we couldnt make it this time, but in another universe, a million people saw the pain of our story and are writing us a happy ending, giving us the chance we never had
Yes I know its supposed to hurt, yes I know there are rough patches, yes I know that’s not how it happens, yes I know it’s not realistic, it’s not gritty, yes I know that’s not what fate, the gods, the writers say. Yes and yes and yes I know I know I promise you I know-
But what if
things got better?
things could get better?
what if love didn’t always have to bleed?
what if pain wasn’t inherently more valuable than care?
what if those who thought themselves out of reach still had unconditional love?
what if those trying their best to shoulder the burdens of responsibility got to share the weight?
what if family was supportive, and protective?
what if they grew, what if they learned?
what if they got to get up the next day and keep going, not the same as before, but still getting through this?
what if they weren’t alone? not by circumstance, but by choice?
what if they could heal and you could too?
I know that’s not how it ends. I know it ends in pain and tears and a thousand split branches telling different stories, few of them any kind of joyful.
But maybe it doesn’t have to.
Maybe we pick the branch that bends skywards. Maybe that’s what we need.
Hope is a decision. Found family is deliberate.
Ultimately it’s your choice.
Play in the sand.
I don’t want mine to be full of glass.
Daycare
It’s not just Batman. All of Gotham hates magicians. Because they pull shit like this.
Some out-of-towner decides the best way to keep the Bats distracted while they kick up trouble would be to turn the family into children, thereby making them harmless without the associated alarms if they were to disappear.
Unfortunately, they’re not very good at this.
Alfred is greeted at the Batcave by the normal Batfamily, plus their pint-sized doubles. Every single person is struggling to handle their younger version.
Dick is frantically trying to keep an eye on the most adventurous nine year old. Jason is freaking out trying to responsible parent his eight year old self who’s screaming his head off about stranger danger. Tim and his eight year old double have not broken eye contact, and Tim is refusing to touch ‘it’ except with a bow staff. Steph is bribing hers with ice cream to keep her quiet and to stop her from attacking the other children again. Cass is attached to hers by child reins. Duke’s mini has already tried to escape explore three times and is over Duke’s shoulder to prevent any further attempts. Damian (in his mid teens) is trying to get his toddler self to stop grabbing everything, and failing.
Bruce had called Zatanna, but she’s on a JL mission at the moment. It’s going to be a long week.
Miss Piggy's response to misogyny and fatphobia is physical violence and I think we should all take something from that
Ducktales 2017 is such a good show, more people should watch it. Owl House people looking for more? Gravity Falls fans? Amphibia? Looking for more mystery, found family and fun?
This is a great show for you. Especially for arospec folk like myself, it’s such a relief to find a show with so little romantic plot lines but still lots of platonic and familial love. It also changed my perspective on shows like it forever. It’s my favourite show of all time.
It’s the most realistic depiction of siblings I have ever laid my eyes on. It’s funny for all ages without defaulting to gross humour people think kids find funny. It’s so damn family driven. It has plenty of successful adult role models with no kids and/or no partners. My favourite character is only good as a coincidence. It is the only show ever where I have enjoyed the filler. It de-fridges the mum. The ‘main’ romantic subplot appears about three times, is more of a con artist-roguish hero dynamic than anything else, never goes anywhere and doesn’t feel wasted for it. It’s got magic. It’s got a Batman parody. It’s got a stacked cast for no reason. It’s got autism and adhd coded characters that showcase the spectrum. It’s got a British housekeeper who is also a spy. And a ghost butler. They hate each other. Lin Manuel Miranda is in it. It’s got a three part mega finale because it got cancelled like my other treasure trove tv shows (TOH). Every single character in this extensive family is developed and focused on at some point. They function how the Batfamily is in fanon. They scare the hell out of the rest of the world. They’re family.
I watch the final episode anytime I need creative motivation. I love this show so much.
It’s a real shame that I will never watch YJ cartoon because I heard it’s quite good. HOWEVER I simply CANNOT forgive what this did to Kon and his costume.
You mean to tell me they thought the leather jacket, spikes on the shoulders, punk cool costume with sunglasses and an undercut was too out-there fashion for kids and teens?
SO THEY GAVE HIM A BORING T-SHIRT?????
The biggest confidence boost is knowing that even my shittiest fanfic will be 10,000% better than any AI generated bullshit
Batfamily and their Types
At first, it’s just Jason laughing at Dick for having a thing for redheads. Conversation turns real quick when Tim says ‘Oh yeah and that thing you’ve got with Roy is casual?’ Jason is flabbergasted. Dick nearly chokes on his cereal laughing.
Tim and Damian poke fun at their older brothers for sharing a type, making snarky remarks on comms and tossing chips at the couples whenever they meet up on patrol (from a safe distance). When Bart dyes Wally’s shampoo as a joke, causing him to go blond for a week, Tim tearfully begs him to reverse it in front of the entire JL, bawling about how Bart will break up the happy couple. Damian pats Red Robin on the back and explains to the assembled heroes it is because Wally is no longer a redhead. Dick has to do damage control for a very confused Wally that might, and replaces all of Tim’s coffee with decaf for the next two weeks and put glitter on Damian’s Robin uniform. They both agree it’s worth it.
This is until one fateful night. Tim is relaxing with Kon in the manor, watching Steph and Jason engage in a deadly round of Mario Kart (it’s banned and they have to finish before Alfred finds them) when Damian and Jonathan walk in. Kon and Jonathan leave to head back to Metropolis together, and Damian’s a little red and smiling. Jason (without looking up from the game): Ooooo, someone had fun.
Damian: Tt. It was just ice cream. (He cannot look anyone in the eyes, still fighting his smile.)
Steph: Ice cream, huh? Weird, you’re making the same face Tim did when he got a crush on…
A moment of realisation. Tim and Damian whip round to face each other.
Jason: Oh my god.
Tim: No.
Jason: Oh my GOD.
Damian: Silence Todd, it is nothing.
Jason: OH MY GOD. DICKHEAD!
Jason runs out the room as Tim and Damian bolt after him, attempting to disrupt this madness before it reaches its conclusion. They are too late.
Across the manor, Steph can hear Dick’s voice shriek: ‘BOTH THEIR TYPE IS WHAT??’ More yelling follows.
When Cass starts dating Steph, they all think she’s bucked the trend. Duke starts dating Izzy, and everyone calms down more. Pattern broken, right? Izzy still leads and takes part in ‘We Are Robin’ when needed, but has far less caped crusades since Batman returned.
It’s Izzy’s involvement in the youth group that leads to the next realisation. The Batfam have finished a tough patrol after a rough attack on Gotham, several rogues uniting to cause more chaos than average, resulting in several fires and buildings destroyed. We Are Robin members are on the scene as emergency relief and volunteers, handing out water, helping organise the injured, making lists of those still missing to coordinate with emergency services and reuniting people lost in the chaos. Izzy goes up to the Batfamily members in attendance, gathered nearby and all taking a breather, Bruce, Tim, Damian, Cass, Steph and Duke all out as dawn breaks. She checks whether they need any assistance or help, passing out food from a Batburgers that survived the trouble, and chats with Duke for a while.
Tim spits out his iced coffee in shock as he gasps, looking between Duke and Izzy staring at him and Cass and Steph eating peacefully.
Tim: Your type is fucking Robins!
Destroy all the bots, except for the haiku bot. That one gets to stay
“…why?”
“I’m telling you, they make the best bread I’ve ever had in my fucking life.”
“Can I help?”
“So you’re a villain, but you only want to take over this small village?” “Yep.” “You don’t have any plans to take over anywhere else?” “Nope.”
“I don’t know gang…”
“C’mon, you can’t leave us hanging!”
“Yeah, you’ll love camping!”
“I love plumbing. And a mattress.”
“The cabin overlooking the clearing has showers and everything, and plus, if it gets really bad we can just hole up in there for a while. It’s got three floors!”
“Really? That’s quite a lot for a camping cabin.”
“Yeah! The basement, the main floor and the attic!”
“…Excuse me?”
“What?”
“You booked a cabin in the middle of the woods with a basement and an attic?”
“Technically we can’t go into the basement, it’s like super locked.”
“Which means?”
“In the pictures there are three locked chains on the door, see?”
“THERE’S ALSO A FUCKING HAND REACHING THROUGH THE GAP UNDERNEATH?!”
“No, I’m pretty sure that’s just a trick of the light. Or the decor. It’s really gothic.”
“Gothic?! Yeah no pass your phone, I want to- gargoyles. Hunting trophies. Why not. Did you even- IS THAT A CLOWN STATUE?”
“Relax, it does a side gig as a venue for haunted houses. That’s probably where the hand came from: Halloween decorations.”
“…And nothing about this is giving you a red flag?”
“Ok, seriously, relax, you are so dramatic, it’s probably wine not an actual bloodstain-“
“I didn’t see a bloodstain?!”
“Oh see it’s right there next to the fireplace with the axes above the mantle.”
“Just no.”
“Hey folks, I did check the weather and it will be heavy storms so we’ll just have to tough it- what’s up with Red?”
“They are weirded out by the log cabin.”
“CLOWN STATUE. BLOODSTAIN. LOCKED BASEMENT. What does the attic also have to be a meat locker for you to give this idea any thought?”
“It says the owners only kept the meat cleavers after they refurbished it.”
“Ooo, that’s why it’s so spacious, old farmhouse.”
“Right? It’s so rustic!”
“We’re going to die.”
“Look Red, we don’t want to go on this without you. It’s only last freedom before uni, right?”
“If you say we’re out, we’re out.”
“I’m sorry, but it really gives me a bad feeling.”
“No that’s perfectly ok. You’re not happy, none of us are happy.”
“Tell me the deposit wasn’t non-refundable.”
“It’s fine, we got it for dirt cheap, this flyer showed up through the door and the number we called practically gave it to us for free.”
“It’s going to be tricky finding somewhere that cheap again. And when we booked it in person, the lady was so nice, she even gave us this cool themed skull key for the door!”
“Oh! I got an ad for an old castle that needs house-sitting! They’ll even pay us to be there and it looks really nice, and it needs a minimum of five people and we fit perfectly.”
“Let’s see?”
“I love those paintings in the hall, so lifelike. Skilled artists, you guys.”
“None of you are allowed to make decisions anymore. I pick where we go next.”
getting horror movie vibes from the trip your friends were planning, you decided to simply stay home.
You’re half convinced it’s a hallucination, the monster with too many eyes and blue fur standing over you. It doesn’t stop shaking your arm though, insisting you run, telling you to get up and get out. Warning you of danger.
You stumble out of bed, pyjamas crumpled and eyes still heavy with sleep before hacking coughs bring you to the ground. Your lungs burn as you try to gasp in air on your hands and knees, one hand tangling in the nearest thing keeping you stable. When your eyes fill with water and the coughing subsided, the monster is staring at you. Its claws are extended but at a distance, close enough to hold onto, far enough away to not frighten you. It’s scared.
The hand curled in its soft fur is dark with ash. The weight in your throat is smoke. Your nose tingles. Light flickers from behind the entrance of your bedroom door. Monster has noticed it too.
You get out safely that night. Your parents too, and your siblings. The firefighters told you how lucky you were, waking up in time to get everyone to safety. They said other things too, but you weren’t paying attention. You watched the house go up in flames, and a monster that can’t leave its home under the bed wave from what used to be your bedroom window.
Now in your mid teens, you forgot all about the monster under your bed. One night though, it wakes you up saying “You’re not safe. You need to get out of here”
Content warning for death, blood and description of injuries
Another slice to my throat. More stains running down my armour, rivers feeding the nutrients I no longer need into the ground. You stand frozen, gaze blank. You always do when we die. Blue already lies, eyes vacant and staring, neck angled horribly wrong. I can’t see Yellow’s face. Their back took the worst of their injuries, as they tripped and did not get back up.
My knees crumble, throat gasping out one last time. I didn’t see Green go down, I heard them like I can hear myself. Their cry cut off, because their brain was targeted. Not their throat. My brain is still stuck trying to make broken vocal cords work.
I blink for what should be the last time.
It won’t be.
“Everyone understand?” Purple looks around at us, all jostling in the belly of the plane, trying to break the tension before our last mission. “We only get one shot at this. We’re counting on you.” They look directly at you as they say that, before turning to where the doors will open.
I don’t know why we don’t get one shot. I don’t know why the gods keep rewinding the clock. You’re the only one that initiates change, so you have to know. I think you’re the only other one who does. The fifth try, you took out a guard I hadn’t spotted. They killed me last time. The seventeenth, you found another way in, after the previous one kept leading to traps and dead ends.
I don’t know why I’m granted so many second chances, and I know I’m alone in remembering what came before. I tried to mention it to Green once. It distracted them, got them killed earlier. I stopped talking after that try. I didn’t want to mess anything else up.
We’re getting close, we have to be. I don’t know what try we’re on, but you get better, stronger every time. Sometimes there’s a stupid mistake from one of us, or a weirdly placed guard, but generally, we’re improving.
Out the airplane, land on the roof, take the fire escape to the fourth floor even though it goes down to the third because there’s too many guards on the third, sneak through the vents, avoid the alarms, climb into the lift shaft and into one of the lifts, ride it down to the basement.
Yes, I can feel it. The death by gravity as I was pushed down the empty shaft. Bones crunching, not able to move my legs. Internal bleeding got me that time. A shot through the window of a corridor, so quick I didn’t have time to be surprised. The phantom pains following me into the next try, aches where my body expects to still find snaps.
This try, we get all the way down the final hall to the vault before the tripwire catches you out. We can still make it, we’ve made it past this point before. Footsteps rumble like thunder above as we dash towards the vault door, weapons and equipment flickering through your hands as you search for something we can use. The vault door creeks as it begins to swing slowly, a ticking clock for our team. Blue makes it in, sliding their backpack off immediately to search for the lock picks they will now need. Yellow whoops as they make it in, keeping an eye on Blue while taunting the guards and hurrying us up. The vault door gets closer to shut. Green makes it in, preparing to take up cover fire through a narrowing field of vision. You’re right behind, squeezing through the shrinking gap. The vault clicks as it closes, Purple slamming into it unable to stop their momentum, and me skidding to a halt beside them.
There’s a small glass window through the vault door, and you walk right up to it, staring at us while you try to slam anything into the door. Looking for a trigger to open the metal lock. Running to get Blue or the others to help, but they shake their heads, already moving on. You return to the window, and I smile back. It’s ok. You might be able to make it this time. This could be the one. You could do it.
The door we came through shatters open as guards pour in. We ready our weapons for a fight, turning away from you, who has gone so still. You never stop moving, not unless one of us is dead, but you can’t do that now. You can make it, you can complete our mission and save the world. We signed onto that, weeks of training and trusting each other before we committed to our shot. Helping people, or die trying.
The stench of blood taints the air as Purple and I engage, holding back the guards to give you as much time as we can. Every second gives you more of a chance to make it. Please, you have to make it. You can do this. Dodging a knife and twisting away from the action, I see you, still frozen on the other side of the glass. A jolt in my back, my breath catching and your blank express do the rest.
I blink.
“Everyone understand?” Purple looks around at us, jostling each other. I smile at you, because you are already moving, already checking weapons and ammunition and equipment again. You could have made it that time.
It’s happened quite a bit. Your chance for freedom, for success, very clearly in reach. But then Yellow will get taken out as a warning that we’ve been spotted. Green succumbs to previous injuries. Blue can’t break the locks in time. Purple gets caught in a triggered trap. I stay behind to buy more time. It resets every time. And although it hurts, and the hollow pain in my stomach has me checking the wound really did disappear like they do everytime, I will smile at you. Because you are going to get us through this. You’re going to make sure one of these times, everybody lives. Every death, every injury, is nothing compared to losing any of us.
It may be selfish, and painful, and at times threatens hellish hopelessness, but whenever it gets too much, whenever the danger gets too close, I know you will save us. You will stay with us, and I know you will keep doing so until one try, we all make it out ok. And I would rather that ending than any other.
Player keeps reloading trying to save every ally in a mission, one of their allies remembers every attempt.
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Oh. This is it?
I don’t want to be left behind. Please.
please don’t leave me too.
i dont want to be alone.
After being a superhero for decades and experiencing many awful events, you make a horrifying discovery: you don’t age and will never be able to retire
Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.
The video starts with the view of an open fridge door, and something shapeless even within the frame scrabbling around inside, before it abruptly shuts and the thing, surprised by the presence of the camera, jumps back in shock. The Void stares unblinking (you think, it doesn’t really have eyes but more clusters of stars brighter than the rest), holding a tower of various cheeses in its arms stacked to its head.
“Dude.” The Void remains still, its voice calm as the surprised expression begins to wear off. “We talked about this. You’ve got to knock it off with the whole documentary thing.”
The camera zooms in on on comets peaking out from behind cheddar that definitely went out of date last week. The Void takes a step back, towards the kitchen counter where biscuits and crackers are stacked, ready to be made. The camera follows.
“Dude.” The Void continues backing away. The camera follows. “Dude!” The hesitant steps become a steady walk backwards through the flat. “You promised you’d be cool about this whole roommate thing! Cmon!”
The Void, having reached the kitchen counter, sighs, and begins making its two am snack. The camera pushes closer and closer to its face.
“I swear, one more step!” The Void doesn’t turn towards the camera but holds up a cheese knife threateningly. The camera stabilises. The Void goes back to cutting cheese.
The camera slams into and squishes against where its face would be if it had a face.
“THAT’S IT!” The Void grabs a piece of Red Leicester and hurls it into the camera, which had began to sprint away backwards. The video ends.
“I have stared into the abyss not just long enough for it to stare back. But for it to get uncomfortable and ask me to stop”
The dragon appears to be currently having a tug of war with a rogue tooth fairy over the coin it meant to leave under your pillow (the academy’s been dealing with a bit of a problem at the moment so it’s become routine to check you still have all your teeth when you get up), and eventually gives up on the coin.
The tooth fairy, cloaked in cracked tooth enamel, makes the brief mistake of blowing a raspberry at your new familiar, believing to have won the fight. As it turns out, tooth fairy makes for a good morning snack, as your dragon crunches on its wings. It then tries to eat the previously abandoned coin. Ok.
The Academy is very grateful for your familiar’s help with the tooth fairy problem, and looking after it keeps you on your toes. Life goes on. Twig (named for the one food the brat refuses to eat no matter how much you insist it’s good for her fire breathing-) grows big enough to rival the average rocket of energy that is a Labrador. You’d almost thought the conversation with the Goddess was a dud.
You were telling Twig off for trying to eat your scarf, again, because you really didn’t think you’d be spending the same amount of money on winter clothes as an academy textbook, but you know, favourite chew toys and all, when in a huff, Twig takes a bite of the sludge coating the pavement, never breaking eye contact with you.
You stare as your dragon eats. It’s not snow. It’s too late in the winter for snow. The footprints in beautiful pristine perfection were replaced by grey and brown mush melting into gutters two weeks back. You don’t let her eat things found on the side of the pavement (how horrible of you, you know), so she’s doing this to be difficult. She clearly never tried sludge before, because despite trying to be difficult, her face twists in disgust, and she opens her mouth again to let the sludge fall out. It only looks marginally less appealing than before.
Twig sneezes then, and instead of her usual purple fire, violet ice comes snorting out, encasing the partially chewed sludge. Oh good. That won’t complicate things. A dragon that can breathe whatever it’s recently eaten, and that dragon is Twig, whose first instinct in every situation is to see if she can eat something. Without fail.
In the end, you really wish the Goddess of Magic could have just spouted one of those ‘the power was inside you all along’ speeches, because Goddess knows raising a multitalented dragon and preventing it from eating everything in sight was throwing you in the deep end on that front. Turns out, when you’re constantly practicing spells that track down where your dragon has wandered off to in the middle of a farmer’s market, or realising you really need that fire resistant spell after you snuck wood into Twig’s diet cause you thought she wouldn’t be able to taste it but you clearly thought wrong- well practice makes perfect, and you get a LOT of practice.
But even becoming one of the most powerful mages won’t get Twig to leave your scarf aLONE GODDAMN IT TWIG-
You are the weakest mage of your academy, so weak that you even fail to summon a familiar. After another dreamed discussion with the goddess of magic, you’re surprised to find a tiny dragon curled up on your chest in the morning.
My stories
This is what I’ve got so far, starting with fanfic. I post my writing on A03 and I will be posting about it here as well, but not the entire story, only sections I want to talk about, cause I have so much fun writing this kind of stuff.
This list will be continuously updates with new fics, WIP and I am happy to take suggestions for ships, fandoms or stories that you want to guide my attention too. My style is found family with plenty of healing from the plot, I generally aim for happier endings and on the whole, canon is stripped for parts around here.
With that out of the way, here is my work so far:
You Have Me. Remember That. By rocketshipinspace on A03, 70,000+ words, currently twelve chapters, not yet complete. Found family, fix it fic.
I am also throwing around ideas for a fairytale fic and a Marvel fic bc the Avengers deserved better.
okie dokie let me know if you have any suggestions or writing prompts!
??? Void Introduction
*camera starts recording. A shadow appears on screen, and in the abyss where a face would be stars twinkle on the other side of a black hole. They wave at you.*
Hi everyone, my name’s Andy (they/them). I am the ghost of-
*lights flicker, not because of anything paranormal but bc someone broke in off camera and started chucking salt everywhere and tripped over the lights* not that kind of ghost, god fucking damn it not aGAIN-
*camera glitches. The lighting is fixed. The only human thing about the Void is their frustration. The nebulas floating across their form manage to convey the utmost annoyance.*
Hi. I’m the Void, or the Abyss, and you can call me Andy. I’m the ghost of universes that once were. *squints at someone off camera, celestial orbits clearly raising a frying pan just off frame* if you mention the multiverse I swear to god-
*camera glitches*
So yeah, I’m travelling around, dipping into different stories and fixing them up, trying to give them a happier ending, y’know?
*if the Void had eyes, they would be sad. Instead, there is only the constant drift of broken planets and colliding stars.*
I’ve seen so many things end badly for the people, or characters, involved, I want to try and make it a little bit better, one story at a time. Like the Good Place, except in the found family sense and not in the making me bawl my fucking EYES out at the end-
*camera glitches*
-just a silly little nerdy cosmic mess trying to have fun. I hope if you are interested, check out my blog for talking about my stories, to the writing process, to just generally fun things to talk about. I hope if you do put some faith in this Not-Universe, you enjoy reading or chatting, and that it makes you smile. If you do, come talk to me! I’m always looking to meet new people whenever I drop in on another world.
Even if you don’t say anything, have fun, and remember: you are never alone, even if you can’t see all the stars surrounding you.
*The sweet moment is interrupted by the thumping footsteps of a large animal of some kind, and something knocks into the camera, sending it to the floor as the Void, meteors flying, tries to shoo the beast*
Sorry, Ghost gets a little over excited when he meets a new friend- Ghost, quit slobbering all over me you oversized bread basket-
*camera glitches to a close up of a very ruffled Void, dwarf planets askew and stardust swirling as they hurry to say farewell* Ok, enjoy! Bye!
*camera cuts*