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Leo Villarreal: Muliverse (2008)
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Multiverse of Sadness
-- Dad!Stephen Strange One Shot --
Stella Strange lost her dad to a war with Dormammu.. Didn’t she?
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T/W: mentions of death, cursing, mildish spoilers for Multiverse of Madness (Characters mentioned, no plot spoiled)
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The afternoon air was cold, heavily scented with the familiar scent of nature's death. Stella held tightly to Pasco's leash as they walked along the sidewalk of uptown New York, watching the red and yellow leaves fall to the pavement and eventually get run over by cars speeding passed. It felt fitting for how she felt today. Hopeless. Knowing what's to come and having no control as the wind pushes her towards the destination. No matter how often she changed her path or avoided going out altogether, she'd find herself in front of his grave every year without fail.
Today was that day. Six years ago this day, her father sacrificed his life in front of her to save the millions of other lives in the universe. Stella knows why he did it, but it didn't make it hurt any less. Nostalgia fills her as children run passed, dressed in cloaks and fake facial hair in honor of his death day. They would never understand how soul-ripping it was for Stella not only to witness it but to be there as he told her he loved her for the first, last, and only time in her life.
Stephen was never one to outwardly show his emotions, even to his own daughter. Before her mother passed, she would always tell her daughter that the only time she's seen Stephen cry was the day Stella was born. He cried for nearly six hours, almost refusing to let the little babe go because she meant so much to him at less than a day old. Stella never heard him say 'I love you', but always showed it. He would attend every dance concert, every project fair, every career day, and every meaningless meeting to show Stella he loved her. Even as the Avengers grew and the threats became often, Stephen would protect Stella above all else. Their love for one another was unbreakable and unspoken.
The reminiscing had Stella seeing things, like her father's red cloak dipping around the corner ahead of her. She shakes her head free of these thoughts. It was only someone grieving their hero. Pasco pulls gently on the leash, yipping in excitement as he does when he sees a squirrel. "Pasco, the squirrels don't want to play today," Stella sighs, trying to keep the excited pup under control. The more she pulled, the more Pasco did until, eventually, the leash broke and flew back, almost hitting Stella in the nose. Pasco runs down the street, turning the corner where the cloak disappeared quicker than Stella can yell his name.
Stella pushes through the few people walking her way as she screams for Pasco to come back. He was usually such a well-behaved dog; she had no idea what got into him to cause such a fuss. "Pasco!" She yells, spinning in circles on the cement, looking for her now missing dog. He was the only thing she had left from her family.
There were two other people on the street that Stella could spot, one of which was dressed as her father. It felt a little disrespectful to her, people dressing as her father to mourn every year, but she wasn't going to make a fuss after all these years. "Excuse me?" She calls, running up to them.
The facial hair was what caused Stella to pause on a dime. It was perfect. The hairs flowed naturally as if he'd grown the goatee himself. His eyes didn't sparkle the way Stella remembered, and his lips curled in disgust as Pasco continued to lick the man's face. It was terrifying, almost like looking at a zombie. A dead man walking.
"This your dog, ma'am?" The man asks, trying to hand the wild dog to his rightful owner. Stella nods quietly, looking over the man's face for any flaws. Any evidence that it was only realistic makeup. "Got to keep an eye on those wily white dogs," He chuckles as Pasco wiggles in Stella's arms, trying to get back to the stranger.
"Who are you?" Stella asks, voice low and afraid of the answer. The multiverse was rumored to be true, but her father wasn't dumb enough to mess around in it. Would he?
"Doctor Steve Strange," He introduces, holding out a hand in greeting. "And you?" Stella's nose burns and vision blurs as the tears pour out of her eyes freely. Pasco's feet hit the pavement gently before Stella pulls the man into a tight hug.
"I hate you," She sobs, clutching the shirt of the other Stephen. "I missed you so much." Stephen gently pats her back before pushing her away lightly.
"Do I know you?" He asks, one eyebrow raised. Stella nods and wipes her eyes and nose on her sleeve quickly. The emotions of this being a real version of Stephen had her acting before thinking. She missed her dad so much that she'd hug a random stranger.
"Other you did," Stella starts to explain. Stephen looks over at the girl standing awkwardly next to him.
"Other me?" Stephen asks again, eyebrow still raised. "You know of the multiverse?" Stella nods, wiping her face again.
"It was a rumored here, and Dad put so much research into it," Stella pauses a second, rattled with grief at what she's about to say. "But he died before he could finish anything. Is that why you guys are here?" Stephen nods, eagerness falling upon his face as he had finally found someone to help them get out of this universe and back to his.
"You said you knew the other me. Was he an assistant to your father? Where could we find him? Me?" Stephen stumbles over the words, confused by the slang to use in this case.
"I can show you where to find you, him, but I'm not sure it's going to be very helpful," Stella states with a slight, sad shrug. Pasco claws gently at her leg and lets her lift him into her arms. He licks away her tears gently, making her chuckle. "You see, Stephen Strange in this universe... was my dad. And my dad sacrificed himself six years today to save the rest of the universe from Dormammu," Stella trails off, tears escaping her eyes once again. Stephen sighs and lays a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry to hear that, kid." Stella shrugs and wipes her tears again.
"It's fine, death happens. I still have the Sanctum Sanctorum family and most of the Avengers," Stella explains. "Tony's actually having a get-together tonight for everyone and making me go," She rolls her eyes. "He refuses to leave me alone on the anniversary." Stephen nods, keeping his hand on her shoulder. "Anyways," She shifts, straightening her back. "What do you need help with?"
After Strange explained his and America Chavez's predicament, Stella knew what to do. She leads them to the Sanctum and sneaks them inside, towards her dad's old room. Wong agreed not to touch a thing in that room until she was ready. Even after six years, it was nearly impossible to step inside. But she'd do what she had to, to save her other father. It was weird to think about, so Stella didn't overthink it as she rifled through her dad's stuff.
America and Other Stephen helped, being gentle and putting things back where they belonged. Stephen stops short at his counterpart's bedside, picking a dusty framed picture. The old wooden frame was decorated in shells and glitter, too crafty to be store-bought but better than a child's hand. Inside the glass was a yellowing picture of Dad Stephen and Stella pressed cheek to cheek in front of their sand castle on the beach. Stella looked no older than thirteen in the picture, eyes bright with wonder and love, while Stephen looked loose and relaxed. Something this Stephen hasn't felt for as long as he can remember.
"That was one of our last trips before he passed," Stella explained from across the room. The lack of shuffling caused her to look up. "About five years before," She explains as she gently holds the picture she took from Stephen. "I made the frame and everything for that following father's day." Her voice is low, heavy with such sadness Stephen's heart broke for her. He knows why Other Stephen did what he did, and maybe he would do the same thing. But seeing how broken it left his daughter nearly a decade later, he regretted that decision on the other's behalf. How could he leave such a loving daughter?
"I'm sorry for your loss," Stephen says again. What are you supposed to say to your daughter, who's not really your kid? "How old were you?"
"Here?" Stella asks as she gently runs a finger over her dad's face. "Fifteen. Twenty when he.." She stops. This was the most she's talked about her father's passing. It was both releasing and added to her grief. It was also awkward talking about Stephen's death with him beside her. "He was so proud of this stupid castle," She laughs with a shake of her head, remembering how he asked a stranger to take a picture of the two. Tears fill her eyes again as she continues talking. "This was after one of the most complicated surgeries he did.
"Sixteen hours, only to go back again not an hour later for another twenty. He decided he needed a break. Took me to a beach house, and we stayed an entire week. Didn't have a care in the world except to relax and spend time together. It was the best week of my life," She finishes. Setting the picture back in its rightful spot, Stella wipes her tears again. "Jesus, I can't stop crying," She laughs awkwardly. Stephen rubs her back and gives her, what he hoped was, is a reassuring smile.
"You're a good kid, Stella. He'd be proud of you." Stella nods and walks away, wiping the new set of tears before they can fall. America finds the folder they were looking for not too long after, giving Stella something to focus on besides the growing grief filling her at the thought of losing the other version of her father.
She knew this Stephen wasn't her father, but he felt so much like him. The same chuckle, smile, hands. Even the same frame. It was hard to admit that this Stephen was almost a carbon copy of her dad. Which meant it would be just as hard letting this one go too. Knowing he was out there, somewhere, thinking of her too. It was once something that gave her hope, but now that she had it confirmed, it nearly wrecked her. In another universe, she and Stephen were happy, together, and still at that beach house, having the week of their lives.
The lab at Stark Tower was beyond anything Stephen had witnessed in his universe. It was bounds and leaps ahead of the Avenger's facility in his. Maybe, if his Tony were still alive, it would be similar. He wandered around slowly, looking at all the futuristic machines before his eyes landed on Stella.
Stella is hunched over a machine, glasses low on her nose as her eyebrows knit together in concentration. Stephen can see the similarity. She had his bushy eyebrows, his ears, and when her hair was pulled up the way it was now, a small streak of silver on the nape of her neck. He never thought about that being genetic; he chalked it up to the stress he was under his whole life.
Sparks start to form in the air above the lifted plate in the center of the room. Stella mumbles under her breath as she watches with bated breath. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon," She continues, crossing her fingers. Stephen stopped watching the machine and looked at her. She acted so much like him without even knowing it. Stephen was never for luck. He worked for everything in his life and everything he's done to save people. Of course, he'd never tell anyone, but he'd cross his fingers every now and then for that extra bit of luck.
A blue glow casts over Stella's face, which quickly turns from worry to happiness. "Oh my God," She laughs, pulling her glasses from her face. "Oh my God, he was right. He did it. Dad fucking did it." Stella rests her hands on the top of her head, smiling widely at the opened portal. She had finally finished her dad's work and got a tiny bit of closure.
Stephen glances between the portal and Stella, a heavy weight on his shoulders. On the other side of that portal is a world without Stella, without the daughter he never knew he wanted. He'd only known her for a few hours now, but the thought of leaving her again weighed him down severely. So severely, he couldn't move as the lab doors opened, and a young teen rushed inside.
The boy stops in his tracks as he sees the glowing circle and two strangers with Stella. "Woah," is all that comes out of his mouth before he looks at Stella. "You're not supposed to be here yet," He mentions.
"I know, Pete, I know. I had to help some friends get home," Stella explains quickly, walking up to the boy and holding his shoulders tightly. "You cannot tell anyone I was here, okay? This has to stay between us." Peter nods quickly, still not understanding what's happening.
"Okay, but why?" Stella sighs and glances at Stephen.
"These guys aren't supposed to be here," She starts.
"Are they bad guys? Are you in trouble because I can help if you are," Peter starts, puffing out his chest to look stronger.
"No, Peter, they're good guys. They're just in the wrong universe." Peter's eyes nearly bulged out of his head as his brain tried to comprehend what he had just heard. He stumbles over his words, not stringing together a single comprehensive sentence before Stella shakes him slightly.
"It's real?" He asks, eyes wide as he looks over at Stephen and America. He wiggles out of Stella's grip and rushes in front of Stephen. "What's it like? How's your world different? Does it hurt? Which world do you like better? How did you get here?" Peter rambles before Stella spins him back around to look at her.
"Peter, shut up," She chuckles lightly. "It's all very amazing stuff, yes. But their world is in danger, and they need to get home as soon as possible. I'll explain everything when they're there safely, okay?" Peter nods silently. "Okay." She looks over at the pair preparing to leave.
"It should be set to the right universe and time. I used Tony's time travel machine and made a few modifications. It should allow you passage both ways until we get to the right universe, like a Monster's Inc door situation." Peter giggles at the comparison. "If you're not back through in five minutes, I'm going assume you're in the right world and close it, okay?" Stella asks, mainly directed towards Stephen. It was still hard not to see her father in him. America nods and looks up at the older man, who nods along.
"If we don't see you again, thanks for everything, Stella," Stephen says, pulling the girl into a firm hug. Stella melts into it for a minute, savoring the feeling of her dad in her arms again. "You're a bright kid. I'm proud of you, so I know he would be too," He continues, hugging Stella harder and pressing his cheek into her hair, the way her own dad used to. "You're a good person." Finally, he finishes and pulls away, the glossy look in her eyes making his heartbreak. He couldn't leave her all alone again. He had to, though.
America was the first to step through, followed closely by Stephen, who throws one last loving look at Stella before disappearing into the blue portal. Peter steps up right next to Stella and looks at her, breathing excitedly as he waits for her to stop looking and start talking. However, Stella couldn't tear her eyes away, hoping they would return. Hoping she got it all wrong and they'd come back, and she'd have more time with the man who could be her dad. Unfortunately, no such luck came after a minute.
As Stella explained everything she could to Peter, who sat on the edge of his chair, she continued to glance at the portal at any movement or noise. She willed them to come back, take her with them or stay with her. She'd known them for only a few hours, but the bond between Stephen and her was already stronger than most of her other relationships with people she's known for much longer. It was organic and naturally flowing. Like they'd known each other all her life. It felt as if she'd lost her father twice in six years.
The buzzing came first, then the sparks, causing Peter and Stell to jump at the ready. Stella's hand hovered over the abort button, ready to close the portal to stop whoever it was from entering. Peter and Stella wait anxiously, waiting to see if it was America or Stephan coming back for help.
Finally, Stephen's head popped through, looking for Stella as she stood behind the desk with Peter. Her hand moves away from the button, sighing in relief that it was only Stephen. "Stella," He asks as he walks all the way through. She nods for him to continue, worried something terrible happened and he needed her help. "I was thinking, and this world seems awfully drab to live in by yourself." He starts drawing out what he wants to ask. It wasn't exactly normal to ask your alternate self's daughter to join you in another universe.
"It is pretty drab-y here," Stella replies with a smirk, hoping he was going where she thought it was going.
"How about you come with me?" Stephen asks, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I have the New York Sanctum, we don't have the Avengers, but I can fill you in on all that," He waves off that last statement. "We have beaches and everything," Stephen rambles. He hoped she'd say yes. His heart hurt without her, even if he barely knew her. She was the daughter he never had but always wanted. Stephen couldn't let her go that easily. "So, what do you say?"
Stella runs around the computer counter and jumps into Stephen's arms happily. "I was hoping you would ask. I know this isn't conventional, but you're so much like my dad, and I couldn't bear to lose you too," Stella nearly sobs with happiness.
Pasco, who had been sleeping soundlessly under the desk while Stella worked, caused Peter to jump in fright as he barked and ran up to Stephen and Stella. It was like he knew what was going on and wanted to join.
Stephen grabs Stella's hand after she scoops up her dog and smiles down at her. "Ready, kid?"
"Ready, Stephen," She replies, walking up the metal steps towards the portal.
"You can call me Dad whenever you're ready," Stephen adds with a small smile, as if embarrassed but wanting to be called that.
"Some day soon, I hope." Stella looks over at the bewildered Peter. This was all happening so fast in front of him. One minute he's learning about the multiverse, and the next, his 'aunt' is walking through it with her 'dad.' "Take care of Tony, okay, kid? And tell Wong he can dust my dad's room finally." Peter nods silently, still in shock. "I'll see you around, okay? Be good until I get back," She winks at the boy.
"Bye, Stella," Peter says with a wave as he watches her step into the alternate universe with Stephen. He blinks a few times before shutting power to the machine and walking out as casually as possible. It was too much to comprehend at the moment.
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"Where the hell is she?" Tony Stark grumbles as he pours another glass of whiskey. "She wasn't at home or his gravesite, so where the hell is she?" He was starting to worry about the young woman.
"Ever thought she'd want to be alone today?" Steve Rogers asks, taking a sip of his bourbon. Tony settles him with a glare.
"Of course, she would. That's why she can't be. We all need to be around people when we grieve." Peter hides his knowing smirk behind his glass of soda. "You got something to say, kid?" Tony remarks, seeing the look Peter miserably failed to hide.
"Stella just wants you to know she's safe and happy. And she won't be around for a while."
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Stella was happy, healthy, and living her dream life again. After they fixed what caused them to universe jump, Stephan and Stella got to know each other better. She fought crimes with Stephen and played games with Wong. America and Stella finally got Stephen to the beach, where they all made a sandcastle together and put the picture a stranger took of them in a shell frame America made.
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Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness [2022] oder der Versuch einer universalen Geschichte
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#Benedict Cumberbatch#Benedict Wrong#Chiwetel Ejiofor#Elizabeth Olsen#Filmjahr 2022#FSK 12#Jett Klyne#Julian Hilliard#Marvel#Marvel Cinematic Universe#Michael Stuhlberg#Muliverse#Rachel McAdams#Sam Raimi#Scott Derrickson#USA
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#catncore#Muliversal MD || Hope#Paranormal Problem-Solver || Chamyle#Star Callings || Asks#BREAKING MY OWN HEART OUT HERE
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#BITTERSEADROP — an original character written by esther , adjusted to fit into various fandoms !
heavily multiverse ! multiship + canon / oc + crossover friendly. sporadic activity ( currently high ) + semi-selective &&. template cred x
#twisted wonderland rp#genshin impact rp#ffxiv rp#bungo stray dogs rp#muliverse rp#video game rp#oc rp#anime rp#HELLO HELLO#y'all gotta bear with me while i find my way around here i'm sorry 🙏#BUT. single promo now.#im still establishing her for multiple fandoms but yeah !!!! still putting this out here now#self promo tbt.
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if i had a nickel for every time a recent piece of media turned a mother who lost her children into a villain who commits evil acts and demonizes her in a way that makes most audiences unsympathetic to her pain, id have two nickels, but it’s weird that it’s happened twice
#i can’t fully explain why but it absolutely feels like misogyny#i have never once see a father in media treated the same way#doctor strange in the muliverse of madness#multiverse of madness#wandavision#wanda maximoff#the umbrella academy#the umbrella academy season 3#tua spoilers#allison hargreeves
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My hand slipped ._.
#art#doctor strange#doctor strange in the muliverse of madness#enjoy my marvel brainrot#no seriously i can't draw anything else#doctor stephen strange
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It just dawned on me that the WorldPort also has other games, (Portal, Among Us, Potion Craft etc) attached to it, so Quixis might not even be from a Minecraft Server.
Could be from a world/game where Portal/muliverse travel type of thing is normal, and that's how Quixis got into the WP thing to begin with?????
#thinking thoughts#and feeling things#what games have portal travel in them!?#fable smp#fablesmpblr#fable smp headcanon#fable smp theory#quixis fable smp#sherbverse
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There is a huge difference between Harold Ramis being used in Ghostbusters Afterlife and all the dead star deepfakes in The Flash.
Ghostbusters Afterlife was made by Harold’s friends and fellow Ghostbuster stars that wanted to use the movie to give him a proper farewell. They got permission from the family and dedicated the film in his memory. That at least felt respectful.
The Flash just copied and pasted George Reeves, Christopher Reeves, and Adam West as a lazy “oh look, those guys are part of the muliverse” Easter egg that wasn’t even clever. They only used it because their likeness is “owned” by the WB.
So yeah, there’s a big difference.
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RealAgeAU Drabble - Alone
I am back! ( @spotaus almost forgot you this time woops)
I am gonna be real. I spend quite a while thinking about what I wanted to write next in this little series. And I realised I hadn't had a Nightmare POV drabble in a while!
So we are back to Nightmare :3
First Drabble.
Prev Drabble.
Next Drabble.
This is a look into what Nightmare had been up to and how he personally took to the changes he went through.
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He hates this.
He hates this he hates this he hates this-
Nightmare shakes his skull. It feels... weird. All of this is weird. He doesn't... He normally isn't this emotional right? It is starting to become hard to remember how it was before.
He hates how he feels.
He is Nightmare!
Terror of the muliverse! The unwanted twin...
He strikes fear in the souls of monsters! Everyone hates him and wants him gone...
Leader of the Gang! Younger brother of Dream...
Bringer of negativity! Untrusted, unwanted and unloved...
He is Nightmare! He is never enough...
And Nightmare doesn't feel like this! This... this... afraid useless powerless ... this way.
Another cold wind and his whole body shivers in the cold. Nightmare is quick to tug himself behind some boxes and pulls the hoody closer around him.
He hates being out in the open. Being in the open risks him being seen and when people see him they will try and hurt him again they will realise he is no longer his powerful self and...
His mind freezes at the implications of what will happen when people realise how powerless he is now. They will realise that Nightmare is weak and they will take revenge.
Revenge on all that he did. Revenge on defending himself.
It would be deserved. It would be deserved.
Nightmare shakes his skull again. Those thoughts... They keep coming back. Things that he hadn't thought about in ages. Thinking in ways he hadn't thought about in ages. Nightmare had thought... he thought that was in the past. Just like being weak and powerless was in the past.
Aparently not. As his form had shrunk to be so small. Nightmare thinks he is just under three feet. Back to the length he had been all those years ago. the same body he had had all those years ago. Even the hold wounds and pains had returned.
Ironic that the wound that would have killed him became healed and hidden but everythign else was still there. as if it had been frozen while he had been older.
Nightmare tugs the hoody tighter around him. It is too big but that is alright. It is warm and soft and makes him feel a bit better he feels safe in it. Even if he knows it doesn't make sense. It jsut brings him comfort.
Hell if Dust finds out he stole from him...
The villagers never reacted well to Nightmare having anything. Even things that Dream had gifted him had been taken and destroyed. He doesn't deserve to have things he likes after all. And Nightmare has quite a few things he really likes at the moment.
The hoody, his book, the old backpack and his feel tools to survive on his own.
Nothing truly compared to what he had managed to make before, when the apples gave him power. But yet... this means more...
It is starting to get hard to remember how to think and plan. The longer he is in this form... his old form... the before apple form. The harder it becomes for him to rationalise and think how his older self used to think.
Which... isn't promising.
Still. He came with a mission. And that is food.
Nightmare glances around the corner and down the street. This is some Lustverse universe. Nightmare can't quite feel and sense the differences anymore but he knows the basics.
If he had known that so many of his powers and skills would disappear he would have grabbed his book with the muliverse verses summaries.
Nightmare had figured he hadn't needed it as he knows the multiverse and can sense things. Oh how he had been the fool on that.
At least the balance wasn't demanding his attention and foucs every five seconds now. that makes it a bit easier to plan with his now much more limited attention span and problem solving skills.
Back to the matter at hand. Lustverse. He specifically went here because most of the Lustverses have a deep wish for children and so a deep care. Even if they are... X-rated.
Nightmare takes a deep breath and looks into the distance and his destination. Grillby's.
Yes. He knows what Grillby's is in these universes, and yes he knows he runs into the risk of running into this universes Sans or Papyrus which will just spell trouble.
However he much prefers to go to these locations as it is less populated and generally friendlier.
He pulls the hood up and goes towards the building. No bouncers near the enterance but then again it isn't like they have children or underaged people in these areas.
Nightmare goes inside and makes sure to keep staring down as much as he can. He only glances around once to locate the bar where he can get food and goes straight there.
Oh how he dislikes being here. Too many people. Maybe he shouldn't have gone to this universe. He will stand out too much. But people won't attack him either as he is a child... he will be safe here...
He gets to the bar and with some light difficulty manages to climb up the chair enough. No one really notices as everyone focusses on the main stage and leer and shout some very pointed comments.
Nightmare doens't feel comfortable hearing those things either and realises he never felt comfortable about these things. Even when he was still an adult and others joked with him about these type of things. Had... had he always still been... like this at his core?
Problem to think about for later. Now he has to order.
The Grillby of this universe looks at him and waits.
Nightmare doesn't feel so certain about this anymore but still he asks "What... what is on the menu?"
Grillby pauses and shoots him a weird look but Nightmare just hides further into the hoody. Thanking his lucky stars that Dust's left over magic makes it so that the hood hides his face.
Grillby ends up pushing a menu over. Nightmare glances down and feels his skull explode with warmth. That is the WRONG menu!
Nightmare looks away from it and stares at the bar as he pushes it back "I meant... food... menu..." He didn't remember that wrong right?! These places also sell food right? Even if it is more snack food?!
Grillby doesn't say anything but Nightmare doesn't dare to look up. He feels tense and keeps glancing back at where the door is. Getting out is easy enough but he wouldn't know where to go after and-
The menu is pulled away and a new one is pushed into his hand. nightmare glances and lets out a sigh of relieve as he sees actual food! only to feel his hope sink as those prices are way too high!
Nightmare freezes as he stares down at the prices. Okay. okay this is fine. just. find the cheapest thing!
He focusses on the menu and searches for the most promising item to buy. He knows he is pulling a face at most of the prices. 150G?! 160G?! What even is this capitalism?!
Eventually he gets to the snack section and isn't too happy wiht it. Snacks aren't good for mortals and kids.. so not good for him. but he needs to eat. the finger food looks okayish... 60G is still a lot but Nightmare will just have to accept it.
His magic is too low to make another jumb and stealing anything is a sure way to get him to be noticed. He searches for his pocket and takes out his bag of gold. He opens it and starts counting the gold coins.
Nightmare mutters the numbers softly to himself. He had been starting to notice that it was getting harder and harder to do certain things. one of them is counting higher numbers. counting out loud helps a tiny bit.
he finishes counting at 54 and freezes. No. no no no no no!
Nightmare pulls the bag closer and starts to recount the gold. come on. please.
54 again.
Nightmare feels his socket start to itch but forces himself to keep it in. don't cry. you are not a crybaby. there is no use to cry over soemthing this stupid. if you cry people will see your weakness and use that.
Nightmare pushes the menu back and mutters "Sorry for wasting your time." He gets ready to hop off the barstool-
"Wait."
Nightmre freezes when he sees a hand reach for him and he flinches away. only to fall backwards off the stool with a yelp.
He falls right on his tailbone and groans as it hurts a lot and holds it as he blinks through a new type of tears.
A gasp from above him and Nightmare looks up. Just to see Grillby stare in shock at him. Nightmare is confused before he realises that the hood is no longer on.
Panic.
run.
Nightmare immediantly grabs his hood and pulls it fully on again. He grabs his bag with gold and turns before sprinting towards the exit.
"Wait! It is okay!"
Nightmare doesn't turn around and reaches the exit and rushes outside. The cold hits him like wall and his magic and body both protest at it. it is too cold and he has too little energy and magic.
Some people shoot him looks and Nightmare feels the panic return. He takes a step back before rushing towards the side and disappearing between two buildings.
He runs for a while as he rushes between buildings. until he slips on some ice and falls hard.
aw...
He pushes himself back up with shaking arms and glares at the ground. He is a mess. He lost everything. he tried so hard but what did it matter? in the end nothing mattered. He just lost everything again.
A sob finally escapes him and he just rolls up. He hates everything. he hates himself.
Nightmare isn't sure how long he just lays there feeling miserable.
after all this time nothing changed. He didn't change. after 500 years of spreading negativity and learning. he is still just him. no wonder they left. He wouldn't want to be stuck with him either.
Footsteps.
Nightmare freezes and hugs hismelf tighter. no. no others.
"... kid?"
Ngihtmare feels his breathing pick up and he forces his body too move even if everythign hurts, seems like his double fall agitated his old wounds. he glances around and wiggles himself behind some garbage cans and goes quiet and still. They can't hurt him if they can't find him.
more footsteps and a soft blue glow fills the alleyway. it doesn't take long before Nightmare can see him. It seems that grillby had followed him. Grillby seems to be following the tiny marks left in the snow and stops by the spot where Nightmare had fallen.
A frown on the fire elemental as he touches the ice and- oh. there is blood there. Nightmare slowly raises his hand and touches his skull before feeling pain rush through him. he removes his hand and finds blood on it.
great, he got himself hurt.
Grillby looks to the side and Nightmare follows his sight and freezes at the very clear marks on where he went.
Grillby raises his head and stares right at him. Nightmare remains frozen right where he is as he feels himself shake and his bone start to rattle.
Grillby moves a hand and Nightmare flinches. Grillby immediantly freezes and moves his hand away "It is okay... i won't hurt you."
Nightmare just stares at him. Still shaking and now not just the panic and fear but also the cold. The hoody is warm but not enough to keep him warm. Probably because he grow up in a universe where it was forever spring and early summer.
Nightmare literally wasn't made for the cold.
Grillby inches closer and Nightmare pushes himself further back. The wall is freezing against his back and side but it is better than being near the other monster.
Grillby frowns "Where... where did you come from?"
Ngihtmare stares back. He doesn't have an answer for the other. Not one he wants to give.
Grillby frowns but pulls his bag over "You... you wanted food right?" he pushes the bag closer to him.
Nightmare feels hismelf eye the bag. He needs the food. He wants it so badly. The last time someone gave him food it had been a villager and the food had been drugged all so they could grab him and-
NIghtmare shakes his skull and pushes back further. Stay away.
Grillby frowns at him before trying to give a smile. "It is some of the food you had been looking at." he nudges the bag again.
Nightmare frowns and pushes further back as he glares. people don't just smile at him unless they want something from him. or want to trick him. He isn't falling for it. he swallows before speaking "I don't... have that much gold..." there. he can't pay for it.
Grillby just pushes the bag closer "It is okay. free of charge."
Nightmare glares at the other "No."
Grillby frowns "It is okay-"
Nightmare feels himself get angry and that breaks through the fear "I know you did something to it! leave me alone!"
Girllby looks pained and... pity.
Nightmare hates pity. Dream had stared at him wiht pity after he broke out. as if Dream pitied him for defending himself.
Grillby pulls the bag back over to himself and takes out some of the food. oh that is a sandwich and Nightmare feels his magic knit together and the hunger returns fullforce.
Grillby takes a moment to pull a piece of it and oh that is pulled beef in there and it looks so good. Grillby pops it into his mouth and swallows it.
and... nothing happened.
Nightmare keeps staring at the other as he waits. Nightmare knows from experience those things work very fast but nothing happens to the other.
Grillby lays it back on the paper and pushes it over "It is okay... it is just food."
Ngihtmare gulps as he stares at the food. He hadn't eaten for days at this point and ever since he left his castle three weeks ago he hadn't been eating anywhere near to enough. He reaches for the bag as he thinks. He just needs a little bit of food. just enough magic and he can teleport himself to an another universe. maybe he can get enough energy before whatever drug starts to work?
He gets the bag over to him and feels his resolve weaken quickly. mulitple sandwiches are in there. Nightmare grabs the one that Grillby had taste tested and takes a bite.
It tastes so good and his magic purrs as it finally gets some energy back after these last three weeks. the food demands his attention and nothing else matters right now. He takes bite after bite as his stomach fills up.
by the time half of it is gone he feels overfull and Nightmare knows he ate way too much. He feels so much better even if he is still cold and wet from the snow.
Grillby frowns at him "Is that all you will eat? You sure you don't want to eat more?"
Panic and suspicion returns nad Nightmare frowns at Grillby again. He waits a moment before nodding and pushing the bag of food back. including the half finished sandwich.
Grillby frowns and shakes his head "It is okay. Keep it for when you get hungry again... were are your... parent? parents?"
Nightmare glares "does it matter?"
Grillby smiles again and Nightmare doesn't feel any less suspicious of the other. Girllby nods "Well, yeah. I wanted to return you to them." and he waits.
Nightmare stares at him and feels spiteful "She died. She was murdered a long time ago. I don't have any family." not anymore. Not after his mother died. Not after he ruined everything and pushed Dream away from him. Not after the gang left and made it clear they didn't actually care.
Grillby just stares at him "You are alone?"
Ngihtmare shrugs "better like that..." no one can hurt him when he is alone. Maybe this was how it was meant to be. Maybe he was meant to be alone. Maybe that is for the better. No one wanted to be near him anyway. He should have seen that for the sign it was.
Grillby reaches a hand out "I am sure we can find some people to take care of you... I have a friend who is also a skeleton and-"
Nightmare shakes his skull and pusehs back "No."
Grillby raises both of his hands in surrender "That is okay... Then how about we go to my place again? There are rooms that you can use and-"
Nightmare glares at him "I am not going with you to a secondary location."
Grillby blinks before noddng "okay. that is okay. where do you want to go?"
Nightmare keeps glaring "I can get there myself."
Grillby looks deeply unhappy. Hah! Good! Nightmare has no doubt that the other was trying to lure him somewhere. But Nightmare isn't an idiot. He isn't just going to trust the other just because he was giving a bit of food.
Grillby sighs and nods "Okay... I need to go back. but if you need help just come by okay?" he smiles "I never caught your name. I am grillby."
Nightmare just looks at the other and raises a brow "That is because i didn't throw it." it just came out without a doubt. He had heard too many puns from the others when they all sitll lived together. He misses them.
Grillby blinks but chuckles "okay. take it easy okay? Get somewhere dry and warm and please just take the food and eat when you need it." he rises to his feet and leaves the alleyway. He pauses near the end for a moment "If you change your mind. You are welcome at Grillby's. We will figure out a safe spot for you okay?" and he leaves after a moment.
Nightmare waits for a bit more. long enough that he only hears the wind after a while and he is shaking in cold again. That is when he removes himself from his, very bad, hiding place and quickly goes towards the spot he had left most of his things. Taking the food with him.
He gets there and feels himelf relax a little bit.
But there is no time to let his guard down just yet. He needs to decide if he wants to risk sleeping here and being found now that people know he is here. Or move on to a new universe.
The new universe would mean a lot of time spend on finding a fitting place to stay again.
Ngihtmare sighs but quickly packs his things. better to be safe. he needs to go now he has the energy nad before this whole situation backfires on him. He is quickly packed and after making sure he got all his things and left zero marks of his stay he opens a portal.
It is so much harder than it used to be. He can also no longer make the long jumps to whatever universe he wants and can only go to the neighbouring universes.
a small and shaky portal of dark mist opens and Nightmare steps through.
Time for the next spot. maybe this one will work better.
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#RealAgeAU#Nightmare sans#bad sanses#utmv#drabble#and that is how Nightmare was doing while he was six and running across the multiverse#He isn't doing great guys#he is in a very bad mental space#but he is trying#poor baby#important to know is#that while this is happening the gang are searching high and low for Nightmare#reference wise.#the gang returned to the castle after a week and found nightmare after a month since they split up.#this is on week three ish#just to give a time reference#so yes this six year old has been managing to handle himself for the last three weeks#not very well but honestly pretty good for what his options are#okay. rambling and drabble over#time to struggle over links again
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Dude if Simon's lil muliverse adventure ends up on golbetty's radar scarab is gonna get crushed like a fucking bug
"keep Simon safe" yknow?
she did NOT merge with a chaos god for him to end up like this!!!
#ask#fionna and cake spoilers#fionna and cake#her ass is ice king's number 1 hater she will not let that happen
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HEY~ Muliverse hero masters first met Inaaya.
XYZ: (chanting about a plan to stop the villains)
(me walks in)
Kanjigar: WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE! XY she's a villain i am disguested by your kind.
Master Splinter: But, she's just a child that's been controlled by the villain god himself, i am sorry for her.
Optimus Prime: this sparkling needs to change her ways starting with the destruction that the villains did.
Inaaya (EVIL): HEY! no one controls me, only i control "moi" so if you excuse me i am going to-
XYZ: we talk about the language.
Inaaya (EVIL): (flips them off) bye bitch.
King and Queen of Tarron: HOW DISGUESTING
Inaaya: (strikes a pose)
nah i am just 7.5 age so i'll see you hero masters when your dead. and the villain masters and destruction X will rule the dimensions.
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favorite artists? yusuke wants to know. feel free to tell him any other art opinions your muses have, too.
Wake Up Muses: Ask Spam Edition || Accepting
For the most part Hope and Teal or of the same mind in not having favorite artists. They believe anyone is capable of art of any medium and any creative mind is considered an artist, no matter the age of skill level. They'll actively encourage creative acts when they see them, though Hope does this more than Teal does.
Hope also has a bias towards the CATs of her homes, of course.
Melody and Fir also have similar opinions. They've got a shared love of life as an artist. Not just the flora and fauna of the world or the landscapes of the many universes out there, but of Life as well. The freedom of the journey and the wholeness of living lives to the fullest and forging stories of your own making.
People themselves are art and their lives even moreso.
#justiceburst#Muliversal MD || Hope#Stone Soldier || Teal#Robot Master of Revival || Melody#Little Fires Everywhere || Fir#Star Callings || Asks
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watch there be a scene in the Paris special where Marinette finds out she doesn't love Adrien and freaks out about it because for some reason that's the most pressing matter at hand but also watch the Paris special reaffirm the "they were meant to be together" narrative on Adrienette by showing muliverse versions of them
Oh yeah she's absolutely gonna lose it about Shadybug not loving Adrien.
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furry stewie griffin from that one episode where brian and stewie travel through the muliverse plss
Poodle Stewie Griffin from Family Guy has been BONKED
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"Dr. Quinn, Muliversal Woman" Writers: Tini Howard and Hannah Rose May Artists: Logan Fareber and Leomacs Color Artists: Triona Farrell and Jason Wordie Letterers: Steve Wands and Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou Review by Kendra Smart Watch And Learn, Kids, This Will Be On The Test Harley Quinn #35 is upon us this holiday week and the treats it brings! A stunning Sweeney Boo cover for starters. Professor Harley's leading the charge with her students in tow, ready for battle... but is that really how the story goes? With all the ins and outs, the whosits and whatsits, it becomes hard to make heads or tails out of the situation. Lux and Harley have been looking into just who's after Ms. Quinn and why. In the last issue, we watched as the digital form of Harley, Harley.exe, made its way through the world, learning and adjusting. Let’s land right back in that scene and dig in! Starting With The .Exe In The Mirror Harley's feeling reasonably safe in the arms of her love, who would suspect a virus version of herself would not only sneak in but hack her email account? Her digital version has emailed invites for a “study session” to four of Harley’s students and Kevin! Kevin hasn't spoken to Harls since he called the cops on her, and he wants to, so he shows up to the meeting. Of course... there are consequences. [gallery type="single-slider" columns="5" size="large" ids="187332,187333,187334,187335,187331"] Oh, The Mellow Drama Llama Of It All This issue sets us up nicely for a lot of plot lines to get pulled together. Tini Howard really has layered things up splendidly. Logan Faerber and Triona Farrell also work brilliantly together, giving us many wonderful visual moments. Meeting Professor Harley .exe was so great and her character has really grown on me… or maybe that was just a virus. I also really enjoyed seeing Kevin trying to make peace with Harley, it was a moment I was waiting for as a reader. Getting another “dream” short story's always welcome, too. This one's titled “The One With Dinosaurs In The Jungle”. Written by Hannah Rose May, with art by Leomacs, colors by Jason Wordie, and letters provided by Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou, it's a whimsical jaunt; kind of like "Indiana Harls and the Kryptonite Totem Adventure", with Amanda Waller as a Professor and Croc and a parrot as pals. Conclusion Readers are given a lot to digest at once as things are moving faster. Harley Quinn #35 sets us up for what should prove to be an insightful start to the new year and I for one can’t wait! Happy Holidays! Images Courtesy of DC Entertainment (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push();
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