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nashdoesstuff · 1 month

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OKAY HI IM RANTING ABOUT MY SHATTERED!DREAM VARIANT BECAUSE I REALLY REALLY LOVE THEM

meet vou! they’re a shattered!dream au which ate their brother’s apple for the good of the multiverse and became the guardian of negativity and positivity.

i made them originally for roleplay purposes, but i think i’ve grown them as a character to the point where i think i can openly speak about them :]

their story starts when dream broke out of stone after their apple incident. they met ink, and the two eventually became friends. they made a few acquaintances and met various friends and foes, but the one that stood out to them was their brother, nightmare. this didn’t seem like the nightmare they knew at one point in time, and they were extremely concerned about how careless he was about their original duties. dream tried and tried to help him work with them to perform the tasks of the negativity guardian, but when the attempts proved to no avail, they ultimately decided to take matters into their own hands.

they snuck into their brother’s castle grounds, where he had been making a farm of new black apples for reasons dream could only guess. after a few guesses as to how they were supposed to take it without turning the apples golden, they strategically picked one and ate it.

the change didn’t come easy to them. they did struggle, but in the end their positive energy leveled the negative energy, causing their SOUL to have a neutral state when at rest. their friend ink was puzzled by the change, but ultimately went with what dream thought was best for them and the world. dream thought of their current name, and changed it to renevou [vou for short], realizing that they weren’t the cheerful kid under the apple tree anymore, and that they were now renewing their brother’s old role, which he had failed to follow.

time passed by, and the both vou and ink grew close and eventually became lovers. they did practically everything together, but then vou’s negativity got the best of them. after a failed mission, they grew so angry that when they and ink returned to the doodle sphere afterwards, he broke out into a destructive spiral, ripping aus apart by tearing down the fragile papers that held them. ink, naturally, hated this and kicked them out, eventually causing them to drift away over time.

vou still regrets this now, even though in their time it happened a few years ago. now, they work alone and made themselves a home in a cottage off in a distant universe. they keep away from making meaningful friendships in fear that they’ll hurt anyone they dare touch.

fun fact time!

they’re english! their entire multiverse is actually based in the united kingdom, so almost everyone’s from there.

they’re a hopeless romantic 💕

they’re genderfluid and use they/he/she pronouns! [they were amab]

vou isn’t necessarily a dangerously hard-working dream au. they actually surprisingly take care of themselves and take days off a lot. they typically don’t allow people to force them to do work they request, and often tells them they can do it themselves if its something simple, like stocking things or basic chores. what they primarily solve is civil conflict and emotional conflict.

their phases of overwhelming negativity and positivity happen when they’re feeling strong feelings of the respective energies or when their surroundings are strongly of either of them. elevated negativity causes them to be more on edge, aggressive, and snappy, whereas elevated positivity can cause them to be dangerously euphoric, dreamy, and unrealistic. both are damaging to vou, but elevated positivity is more harmful [and can be fatal] as their body has a negative form and can’t handle it for extended periods of time.

they really like dresses and feminine things. sometimes they attend galas for fun just to wear them and see the gowns of others.

sometimes people do get scared by their goop but they usually don’t mean harm— they’re actually really sweet and enjoy talking to people and helping them through their problems if the people they’re helping don’t rudely demand for their assistance.

vou’s alignment is neutral-neutral leaning neutral-good.

they’re super chill and will gladly have a conversation with you over tea.

i’ll have a proper character sheet soon i hope, but for now feel free to ask questions— reblogs are highly appreciated because i want people to know about them <3

thanks for reading if you got this far BAHA

#nash talks #nash’s shenanigans #ocs #utmv stuffs!!#my ocs #utmv #utmv oc #dream sans #dream!sans #shattered dream #shattered!dream #sans au #dream au #dream sans variant #renevou!shattered #<- this’ll be their tag when i chatter about them #nashdoesstuff

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angsty-art · 12 days

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Shattered smile

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#undertale #art #fanart #ibispaintx #undertale au #shattered dream #variant

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000marie198 · 7 months

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*Clings tightly to the theory that Nine is going to go back for Sails and mangey cause there’s no way that they would put the scene of mangey and sails seeing nine in the trailer when it had no impact to the overall to season 2 but they considered it important enough to go into the trailer so it must be important this season*

*Fingers crossed* *Hoping*

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warverse · 2 years

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Finally drew all my War!Dream Variants :D

Warverse @warverse Dream @jokublog UnderSwap (Dawn) AU Community UnderFell (Hope) @underfell Pithverse @testpithverse / @doloshroom Magusverse @magusverse / @x-the-fool-x LAU @nixensibrat02 Shattered Dream @shattereddreamsau UnderLust (Fantasy) @nsfwshamecave-pb Gaster (Vision) Toby Fox (I guess that’s who I credit YGUH) Xtale (Haze) @jakei95 Empireverse (Grail) @lunnar-chan Tiny Will Smith (Dislocated Shoulder Dream) @toxictoxicities / Warverse Server?

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peashooter-908 · 11 months

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Shattered Glass soundwave

#transformers #transformersfanart #shatteredglass #soundwave #shattered glass variant #laserbeak

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nayladoodles · 11 months

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"Dream and Sci were trying to figure out what the effects of the potion found in a locked Au. Of course, Nightmare sends his idiots to steal it. In the scuffle, Nightmare gets hit with the potion. Poof baby bones me who is scared out of his young mind.

“From there, Sci begins to work on a reversal agent to get Nightmare back to normal while Dream looks after his now younger brother. As time goes on, the child recalls everything that happened leading up to that incident in the form of nightmares. Dream tries to soothe him but fails.”

Mare continues.

“He ended up in my castle scared and was terrified of the boys. They were terrified something happened to Paci and I as I said before. Once everyone calmed down Paci and I explained the way our AU works to the small. The boys were very clingy afterwards thinking they lost us. It was sweet while also being annoying.”

Mare and Paci look fond of the boys small smiles on their faces.

“We told the small the truth and let him decide what to do with the information. He came to us once Error figured out how to get him home. We took him home. His Dream almost had a heart attack seeing both of us at once never mind me being then 3 months pregnant.” Paci chuckles.

“In the end the kid decided he didn’t want the reversal but to give Dream a chance to right the wrongs he committed as a kid. He decided to grow back up with a proper guardian raising him.” Paci finishes.

“Wholesome.” Abby hums. “But what about the apples?”

“I’m very sure that power is still in him. Not sure what he will do with it now.” Mare hums.

Me writing AU ideas as convos my main mega AU(tmsh) variants have is how bippity bopping baby bones was created.

#bippity boppity baby bones #au creation #tmsh #the multiverse safe house #no further context #shattered dream #illusion nightmare #nebula system #dream #corrrupt nightmare #passive nightmare #error sans #ink sans #utmv #my au #au variants #calcium cat #osd #creative process

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sobeautifullyobsessed · 2 years

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“So you’re my variant’s Girlfriend?” Stephanie smirks.

- @stephanie-strange

"Why yes I am," Beauty replies, eyeing the woman curiously--and slightly protectively. And how do you know..." She gasps and then smiles as she never could've anticipated this development. "Wait- you're a Stephen variant?" Her resemblance to Stephen is uncanny. The same dark, thick hair, gorgeous cheekbones, mesmerizing eyes. They could almost be twins...

"Stephen didn't mention a female variant from his travels--so I never even imagined it. What brings you to our homey, little reality?

@stephanie-strange

#oh I hope it's not for something dangerous or earth-shattering #*wonders if this Doctor Strange has a boyfriend who's a variant of herself*#*whooooooa that boggles the mind - I definitely prefer myself in female form*#@stephenie-strange #the world of the Mystic Arts is full of wonders beyond anything I've read in books!

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drunk-on-starlight · 1 year

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I feel like I've said this before, but idc.

The fire ending (or rooftop, vip, whatever) was almost definitely a fuck up on steel wools part.

They have the princess quest ending (y'know the one with vanessa.) called vannyredemption, Vanessa turns into vanny in the cut survival mode(1), vanny is filed as vanessas shattered variant, which is what the "estroyed" animatronics are called(2)

They treat vanny and Vanessa as the same internally and externally as seen in the mentioned above princess quest ending.

So, what is the deal with the fire ending?

Steel Wool fucked something up. Whenever the developers and at least one artist responsible for the endings talk about it, they talk about vanny and vanessa like there is no mystery, like the answer is obvious. To me, that means they *think* it is.

I don't know if they expected us to get it, overestimated the fanbase's competence or what, but it's not intended to be a mystery.

#Fnaf #Five night's at freddy's #(1)yeah yeah cut but still shows intent #(2) by which I mean the post salvage variants. It's incredibly unlikely that Vanessa is the only one who isn't the same as their shattered

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beachstorm · 8 months

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local woman struggles to keep herself from spiraling after breaking one of her favorite champagne glasses. more at 11

#if im going to mature into a proper adult i need to practice having perspective on things like this #googling variants of ‘more at 11’ bc I couldn’t remember what the phrase was helped distract me from the emotion that came from hearing the #glass shatter and now im calmer and can have more perspective #im sad that i broke it but i still have 3 others #is this dbt? I think i just accidentally did a dbt best practice woo hoo!#i remembered that it’s easy for me to get emotional rn bc it’s late and im super tired… another dbt best practice!

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muchosbesitos · 5 months

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still beating

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem reader

contents: cheating, pregnancy, mention of abortion, brief mention of sex, asshole mig, and angst

author’s note: i had the urge to write some angst but i’ll be getting back to requests after this one. idk if i wanna make a second part yet 😭

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You felt your heart wrench in your chest, the pieces slowly starting to shatter when you opened the door to see Miguel with another woman in your bed. The container of cookies that you'd been planning on surprising him with fell to the floor, crumbs clattering all over the floor beneath your feet. All you could do was just stare in horror as the man who claimed he loved you thrusted into another woman with a newfound vigor that he never seemed to have with you.

You looked over at the woman bouncing on his cock like there's no tomorrow, your eyes widening at the realization of who she was. She was one of the recruits who'd been too flirty with your man, batting her lashes and trailing her hand up his arm every time he was in her vicinity. You'd expressed your concerns to him, getting pushed away with a laugh and a kiss on the cheek. "Come on, she's just an apprentice. Tu sabes que nomas tengo ojos para ti," he used to tell you and you willingly believed the words. (you know i only have eyes for you)

The first time that you noticed him acting weirdly was in a mission against one of the vulture variants, taking the extra time to make sure that she was doing okay. He'd helped her in a way that he'd never helped other recruits, not even you when you were starting out. He spoke to her in a reassuring manner, assuring her that the fate of the multiverse didn't lie solely on her mistakes. It was a clear contrast from the way that he used to teach you, telling you that your mistakes could cost the lives of thousands and even ruin the delicate equilibrium between the universes. You wanted to assure yourself that you were being jealous just because of the way that you acquired a relationship with him, but you couldn't help but notice the longing glances that she gave him.

"Miguel, I don't trust that recruit. She looks at you like a love sick puppy," you told him, hoping that he would take your feelings into consideration and create some distance between them. “You're overreacting, mi amor. You know that there's nobody that could make me feel the same way that you did. I even left my ex-girlfriend for you, so why do you think that I would give that up?" He responded, holding your chin in his grasp as he gave you a kiss on the cheek. "Are you even listening to me? I’m not saying that i'm worried about you, I'm just worried about the way that she keeps looking at you," you tried to elaborate but he simply ordered you to get back to work.

You could see the way that she dumbed herself down to receive more help from Miguel, shooting a wink in your direction every time that she managed to pry him away from you. You felt powerless, unable to prove the fact that the woman was obviously feeling an amount of attraction towards Miguel. Even if you could prove it, you weren't too sure that he would even care about how you felt towards the situation. So you simply pushed every red flag that came your way, silently hoping that she wouldn't be stupid to try anything with him. You could see the carefully crafted walls he'd built around himself crumbling with every giggle that came out of her mouth, your hopes only slowing down what seemed to be the inevitable.

The conversation of cheating had come up once between your friend group, and in between laughter, you stated that you would simply beat both his and her ass for even thinking about doing that. All you could do now though, was stare in horror as the woman's walls clenched around your boyfriend every time that she moved up and down his cock. "Are you gonna stare or are you gonna join us?" The high pitched moan of the girl and Miguel's words snapped you from your thoughts, your face void from any expression. While you were planning on taking your misery out on a pint of Ben and Jerry's ice cream later on, you refused to let them see how much it affected you.

"Why would you do this to me?" You asked him, completely dumbfounded at the events taking place. You hated the way that your voice sounded, so small and broken, expecting yourself to let your anger seep through with every word uttered. "You led me to this situation. Been denying me for so long that I had to take manners into my own hands," he responded, his thrusts halting to a stop once he took the chance to look at you. You let out a small scoff, surprised by the amount of audacity he held despite the fact he'd just been caught having an indiscretion. "I led you to this? You cannot be serious right now."

He tapped the woman's leg, getting her off him as she reached over to cover herself with no shame in her expression. "Look baby, I can forgive you denying me the opportunity to have sex with you if you're willing to forget about this little.. incident," he told you, standing up and taking your chin so you'd look up at him. You couldn't help it though, the moment that you looked into his eyes, you no longer saw the man that you'd once fallen in love with but instead the expression of pleasure that was contorted on his face when you stepped in. "Forgive me? Did you hit your head standing up? I don't want anything to do with you."

"I was the best thing that ever happened to you, don't delude yourself into thinking otherwise. Give it a second thought, nena. You know you can't find someone like me anymore," you heard behind you while your hand lingered on the doorknob, about to exit the scene. "Think about it clearly. Who do you think is going to love you the same way that I did?" He added salt to the injury, painting you as someone unlovable. "Now you're being the delusional one for thinking that I want to find someone like you ever again," you responded, shutting the door with more force than necessary on your way out. You heard a loud groan behind you, the scuffling sounds of clothes being tossed around.

A part of you selfishly longed that he would come chase after you, get on his knees and beg for your forgiveness so you waited outside to see if the door would open. You weren't sure if you were expecting an apology for being taken like a fool or for the act that had taken place, but that didn't stop you from wanting him to tell you that he was sorry. The door remained locked, the volume of the moans rising in intensity like they knew you were still out there. Rain started to pour but as much as you wanted to move, your feet remained stuck in the ground like cement. You just wanted him to say the words 'I'm sorry' but the only thing that you received standing there was hearing him say, "Ay Dios, such a good pussy. Unlike anything I've had before."

Only when you were across the street from his house is that you allowed yourself the opportunity to cry, for everything that you longed for and would never obtain again. You couldn't help but blame yourself the slightest bit, for wanting to trust the words of a renowned cheater so badly. Even though your relationship with him essentially started the same way, going from being a fresh recruit at the spider society to snaking your way under Miguel's bedsheets every time you got the chance. The excitement of getting caught by his girlfriend at the time was too much for you to want to stop the affair the two of you were in, and you couldn't help but fall in love with him with every caress and whisper he shared with you.

You wanted to believe so badly that he was right, that you weren't anything like any of his previous girlfriends and that you were something special to him. It was one of the reasons that you forced yourself to be that exciting new prospect for miguel, pushing yourself past your limits just for the sake of keeping him interested in you. And now you had nothing to prove for the fact that you'd been with him apart from the pregnancy test in the pocket of your hoodie. You'd gone over to his place to tell him that you were pregnant, the frosting on the cookies that you were wielding spelling out the words.

As you got back home, you couldn't help the thoughts that were tormenting your brain since you'd left. You started doing a re-run of the relationship that you had with Miguel, starting to wonder where it was that it all went wrong. What he said was true, you had been denying him sex for a while now but you'd been so tired coming back from missions lately. There'd been a surplus of anomalies to deal with, the numbers only starting to decrease today. You'd hoped that he would be understanding since he was the one who was assigning these missions, but the hope was short lived.

You tried to think about the events that led up to this, trying to look at things from a normal perspective rather than the rose-colored perspective you were happily living in. You noticed him acting a bit strangely, but you'd dismissed it due to him being stressed with the vast quantities of anomalies that he had to deal with. You remembered offering him a blowjob a week ago while on a phone call, wanting to spend some time with him at his office before the two of you got too busy. He'd rejected your offer, light giggles coming from the distance. You realized that they were having fun at your expense, having gone through with the affair at least for a week now.

Entering your apartment felt like a stab in your heart since you'd lit up a candle that he'd taken a liking to before you left, the lingering aroma only providing you with memories of the relationship. Your sheets still weirdly smelled like remnants of his cologne, the smell of his shampoo lingering onto the pillow next to yours. As much as you tried not to think about him too much, every single thing in your apartment only reminded you and the relationship. Even the clothes in your closet were mixed around with his, the scent of his body wash from when he'd stayed over sticking to your clothes.

Showing up to work the next day felt more of an obligation that something that you used to look forward to, stares from your fellow spiders following you throughout the building. You'd done your best to ignore them when you were starting out with Miguel, ignoring their glares and their whispered voices as they called you a 'homewrecker.' Now that you didn't have Miguel's reassuring presence, you were solely depending on your ability to be able to ignore them. They all stared at you the same way that you felt, like a toy that had just finished fulfilling its use and was now tossed off to the side.

You weren't sure if it was the morning sickness or the fact that the recruit had her hand wrapped around Miguel's arm as he started to give the report on what to do today but just the mere sight of it had you wanting to throw up. Your eyes locked with Miguel, a small flash of guilt appearing on his features before his face contorted back to its normal state. You almost wanted to roll your eyes as the recruit batted her lashes up at him, staring at him like he held all the answers but you were pretty certain that you used to look at him the same way. Some of the other spider recruits turned to look at you at the sight and you could only wish that the earth would swallow you alive.

Coming back from your mission didn't provide you with the comfort that you'd needed, your forehead bleeding from a small gash that you'd gotten fighting. You'd been so focused on other aspects of your life to notice the piece of rubble that was aimed straight for your head. Luckily enough, one of the many Peters was present to warn you about it and the piece only managed to scratch you up slightly. You sat down at the nurse's table, noticing her eyes widen slightly at the sight of you but she quickly suppressed the surprise on her face. She applied some alcohol on the wound and cleaned it up, trusting your healing to do the rest.

You walked down the halls of the society to go to the cafeteria, having a bit of a craving for a burger. Seeing Miguel walking on the other side of the hall made you hold a breath, your footsteps getting faster. You figured that you were getting these dirty looks because they wouldn't dare do to that their boss, but the admiration on the rest of the spiders' face was starting to get ridiculous. "Miguellll, hi baby!" The woman from earlier announced, slotting herself next to him. You felt tears starting to sting when you saw him wrap his arm around her shoulders, holding her close the same way that he used to do to you.

The thoughts of having an abortion circulated through your brain while you sat alone, angrily biting into the burger with Miguel's face on it. While you doubted the ability of actually being able to go through this pregnancy by yourself, the thought of getting rid of the fetus just seemed too drastic to actually go through. Or at least, that was what you established as the main reason behind continuing with the pregnancy. The truth was, that despite everything that Miguel had done to you, you couldn't help but want a small piece of him with you. The idea of even having the slightest bit of him reflected on the baby was just enough for you to push those thoughts away.

You felt dirty sitting down on the floors of the bathroom, your head buried into your hands as you stifled the sobs threatening to come out through your throat. You looked up when someone knocked on the door, wiping away the tears dripping down your cheeks as you stood up. “I didn't mean to disturb but I was just wondering if you were okay," Gwen told you, standing there awkwardly with her hands in her pocket. You'd never focused too much on trying to build a relationship with any of your co-workers, stuck in the belief that you didn't care what anyone thought about you as long as you had Miguel so you appreciated the bit of kindness that she had to share.

"Not really," you offered, wiping your face so as to not appear too disheveled in front of her. "Would you like to talk about it?" She then asked you, looking a bit uncomfortable to be stuck playing therapist. Lucky for her, you didn't feel like explaining that the reason that you felt so upset was that your boyfriend had cheated on you. "Not really," you repeated, rubbing the back of your head awkwardly as another Spider-Woman came into the bathroom. You'd expected Gwen to walk off after that but the girl simply looked at you with understanding, realizing that you couldn't put the way that you were feeling into words yet. "Me and Hobie were actually about to go practice guitar for a little while, but there's a drum kit if you want to try that out."

Hitting a drum until most of your frustrations faded away seemed like a healthier coping mechanism than your usual ones, so you agreed and went with Gwen into her dimension. Gwen and Hobie had left to a secluded area to practice their guitar in peace, leaving you alone with your thoughts and sticks in your hands. While the sounds that were being elicited by your fury weren't exactly melodic, the drum certainly provided you with a feeling of peace with every smack that you took. The sounds of the strings of the guitar melted in with the off pitch sound of the drums, the sound of chaos weirdly providing you with the relief that you needed.

You'd been hitting the drums for what seemed to be forever, losing yourself into the adrenaline that was coursing through your veins when Gwen stepped in through the door. "Sorry to disturb your sesh, it seemed like you were really getting it on in there but we have to head back. Something about a mission, you okay to get back on your own?" Gwen asked you, standing by the doorframe as she peeked her head into the room. "I think I'll stay for a little while, but thank you for offering. I appreciate you for letting me crash here," you responded, stopping so she could hear you properly. After a couple minutes that Gwen had left, you departed as well since you'd felt that you'd gotten the relief that you needed.

You tried your best to get yourself to hate him, burning his clothes and ripping every photograph of the two of you but no matter how much you tried, you couldn't get yourself to hate him. It'd be easier for yourself if you could, because hating him seemed like the better alternative than loving him to the point it was starting to hurt you. But the truth was, that even if you could've predicted what happened between the both of you, you're not too sure that you would do anything different regardless. While you despised feeling like a discarded piece of trash, the amount of happiness that he provided you for the time he did was too euphoric for you to give up.

You were planning on just to relax after finishing up with the task of getting rid of his stuff, a knock on your door putting all your plan to a halt. You opened the door to see Miguel standing there, his arms folded across his chest with an uncomfortable expression. "Come in," you mumbled, stepping back and opening the door wider so he could come in. You figured that you were at least due for an explanation so you were willing to open the door just to get the closure that your poor heart needed. He came into the house, maneuvering his way the same way he used to do. You stood at the door in a bit of shock, closing the door and standing at a distance from him.

"I wanted to come here and apologize to you. I shouldn't have cheated on you and i'm deeply sorry for any hurt that I might've caused you," he spoke up after a couple seconds, his apology sounding like something rehearsed. You stayed quiet, gesturing for him to continue as you let the words seep in. "And for the way that I talked to you, it wasn't right of me to disrespect you. I don't know what you want me to say though, you knew that I was a cheater when I first met you and even if I wanted to stop, I can't," he added, his figure looming over yours in the small apartment. You couldn't help the small scoff that escaped from your throat once he finished talking.

"You couldn't stop your cheating tendencies just because you're wired that way, are you serious?" You asked him, your voice slightly raising as you walked closer. "I should've known that chasing a relationship with you would've ended the same way as always and I'm sorry. You were always too good to me," he responded, looking everywhere in the room except for your face. "No, you don't get to do this. You don't get to come into my house and paint yourself as the victim. Take some accountability for once in your damn life!" You screamed at him, unable to keep the rage brewing inside of you at bay.

"Fine, you want me to take accountability? The truth is that I got bored. I got bored in the same monotony that we were living in and I sought out for that type of excitement that you'd given me when we started out. There was nothing wrong with you, nothing wrong with you denying me sex either. It was just me needing to do something stupid and reckless," he spoke up after a while, finally looking at you in the eye. You let out a small sigh of relief, finding some solace in the fact that he was finally being honest with you without using any manipulation tactics. "You could've communicated that with me, y'know? We could've worked something out."

Miguel took a deep breath, almost like he hadn't given any thought to the alternative solutions available. "I took the easy out and I'm sorry for that. I also wanted to detach myself from you, I didn't want any interference in what your canon event would be," he added, making you lose all hope for the progress that the two of you had made so far. You knew how much he prioritized the maintaining of the canon, but you weren't expecting for him to use it to justify his cheating. "You can't be serious right now. I don't want you to excuse your cheating. I just want you to give me an explanation," you told him, speaking much quieter than last time.

"There is no other explanation apart from the fact that I was just simply bored and she provided me with the relief that I was seeking. Truth is, I can't even stand her that much. If I could've guessed that it would hurt you this badly, I wouldn't have bothered to do it," he played with his hands as he spoke, seemingly nervous. "Guess it was my form of karma," you muttered, a dry chuckle eliciting from your throat as you looked away. "Mira, I know that nothing I do is going to remove the fact that I cheated on you. But I do want you to give me another chance, please. I promise that we could make this work this time, I promise that if I try hard enough I could fall in love with you again," he told you, the words making your eyes widen.

It felt futile trying to deny yourself that Miguel had given you a new experience to relationships, allowing you to lose yourself in him and the time that you spent together. But the more that you thought about it, the more that you realized that you couldn't go back to him no matter how much you wanted to. You craved the intimacy that he once had given you, but even as you looked at him now, you couldn't stop picturing the woman that'd been on top of him just a couple days prior. The decision wasn't made for your sake, more so for the sake of the way that this turbulent relationship would affect the unborn child.

"I never had to try to love you, Miguel," you simply told him, your heart shattering even more with every second that passed. "I'm sorry but I can't do that. I’ll always appreciate everything that you showed me and everything that you did for me, and I'll always love you at some degree even if I try not to. But I can't be in a relationship with you now," you added, seeing his expression darken a bit at being rejected. "I'm not asking for you to be in a relationship with you, but I am asking you to give you a chance. Please, te lo suplico," he told you, getting on his knees as he held your hands in between his. (i beg of you) He leaned in his head towards your stomach, looking at you with such a vulnerability in his eyes. It took you a lot of self-restraint to be able to deny him, especially when he put himself in this position. "Please just go."

After he left your apartment, you felt a sort of weight lift up from your shoulders at the relief that things had gone moderately well between the two of you given the circumstances. As much as you wanted to get back into the dating world to help you get over the love that remained for Miguel, you knew deep down that you would only be dating solely to replicate the feelings that you experienced with him. The fact that he told you that he could love you if he tried hard enough stuck with you, your hands gripping around the teddy bear you were holding with more force. But despite the short lived anger that you'd felt towards him, you felt some peace knowing his reasoning for the indiscretion wasn’t out of spite for you.

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motherlvr · 11 months

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reflections

Request: "Omg I have an idea where in this universe miles is the prowler and y/n spider-women but in the spider miles can you make it where y/n is the prowler and miles is Spider-Man and they like meet like how they did here"

thank you for the req and your patience!

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Pairing: Earth-42! Miles Morales x Spider-woman! Reader, Earth! 1610! Miles Morales x Prowler! Reader

Warnings: minimal cursing, established relationship, nothing really, the multiverse is confusing

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This was not in the terms and conditions of becoming Spider-woman. In fact, this was probably one of the things you should've abstained from considering you were Brooklyn's most honorable vigilante. Then again, that would also mean you'd have to refrain from dating the Prowler. Or being associated with him. You broke that rule a while ago.

Did this make you a kidnapper? Or at least, aiding and assisting in a kidnapping.

Your boyfriend, Miles, had restrained a version of himself on a punching bag. The Spider-man version of himself. You almost felt sympathetic for him. As the variant tried to convince your boyfriend to let him go, you felt your spider-sense go off.

Only a moment later, your senses were correct as usual. A portal appeared next to the three of you. With a strange figure marching out of it.

The portal's luminous light nearly blinded you as you squinted your eyes. You could barely make out the figure marching towards you. But then you recognized her. "No way." You gasped, cupping your hand over your mouth. How did you not think about the possibility of this occurring?

It was like looking into a mirror. Except, this mirror must've shattered during shipping. She wasn't by any means a reflection of you. She wasn't Spider-woman. No, she was the Prowler. Suited head to toe in gear. And she looked pissed beyond comprehension.

Miles and you immediately became defensive. You readied your webs, "Who the hell are you?" you demanded.

She sneered at you, "More like, who the hell are you?" Taking in your appearance, she looked you up and down with a glower. Her face recoiled at the sight of a heroic, vigilante version of herself.

In response to her hostility, you said, "I'm Spider-woman, who else would I be?" You rolled your eyes at her. In no universe would you ever consider becoming the Prowler. That wasn't the case for her, however.

"That's funny. I'm the Prowler. But I assume you already know that." She growled as she wound up her claws, ready to pounce on you. She protectively stood in front of your boyfriend's impersonator. The Spider-bitten version of your lover. The Spider-man clone seemed to be relieved that she came for him. The fear dissipated from his face.

You suddenly had a revelation.

"Oh my god, babe. They're us but swapped." You grabbed onto your boyfriend's arm, shaking him. You couldn't fathom what you were witnessing. It was now evident to you that she was here to rescue her beloved Spider-man. You belonged together in every universe, it seemed.

"Who says you're not the ones swapped?" She lowered her guard as she sassed, putting her hands on her hips. Seeing the Prowler variant of you act so un-villain-like was certainly a change of pace.

Yeah, she was definitely a variant of you. You tried to contain your laugh, reminding yourself that she was supposed to be your rival. She's supposed to be the bad guy in your story. But so was your boyfriend.

Leaning over to your Miles, you whispered to him, "I know I shouldn't, but I like her."

Regarding your comment, Miles told you composedly, "That makes one of us."

#earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales x reader #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #miles morales spider man #miles morales x y/n #miles morales x you #spider man #prowler miles #established relationship #miles morales prowler #prowler!miles x reader #x reader #lovers #prowler miles morales #miles morales #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse

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There was another timeline.

One that, at the moment, only Clockwork and a single other person knew about. Both of whom has separately vowed to never let the timeline exist ever again.

That time was dark. It was bloody. The skies were painted red and the oceans boiled. The dead walked the Earth with a freedom not even the living could achieve. It was like the pits of hell had opened up and spit out the things even the Devil couldn’t bear to look at. It made the Dark Ages look like a middle school girl’s slumber party on Halloween.

It was the timeline where Danielle successfully replaced Danny. Both as Phantom, and as a Fenton.

She replaced Danny, under the orders of Vlad. And then she did more. She grew up, committing more and more crimes at Vlad’s command, gaining infamy and hate, eventually surpassing Vlad’s own reputation as a violent ghost.

Vlad knew she’d grown too powerful by the time she was biologically fourteen, the same age Danny had been when Danielle had shattered his core and eaten it. Vlad knew this, and thought the same trick would work again.

He tried to replace Danielle with another clone.

It didn’t work.

In that timeline, Danielle killed Vlad, absorbing his ghost half, just like Dan did. She became Eleanor, the Queen of Death, and ravaged the Earth for many years. Due to the power boost of consuming two other halfas, Eleanor was more powerful than any other variant of herself, Danny, or Dan that Clockwork could find. The only reason she did not expand to other dimensions, was because Danny was not around long enough to pass on the knowledge of time travel, and how to reach Clockwork’s tower.

It was a dark time. But Clockwork’s fears have been laid to rest, as the Dani of the current time had NOT replaced Danny. In fact, she’d been adopted into the Fenton family with open arms, and the Vlad of this world was less psychotic since he didn’t have a mental break. No Fentons died and caused Dan, and Amity has accepted the various Phantoms and other ghosts with open arms. It was the best possible course of events.

Nothing could go wrong, right? Eleanor was a secret Clockwork would take to his grave, if he ever got one. Not even the Observants knew about it.

Booster Gold, however, did not swear to keep the timeline a secret. He swore to prevent the timeline.

No matter what.

#DPxDC #pondhead blurbs #it’s three am I literally woke up to type this #just #booster gold is from Eleanor’s timeline #he’s technically the only survivor #because eventually Eleanor kills off the entire universe there #she’s immortal and quite literally nothing can stop her #so imagine his terror when he sees a child version of the greatest disaster in history skipping down the street after stealing a hot dog #he isn’t sure it’s her at first until he sees her meet up with the other halfas #he has no idea what to do #but he CANNOT let Eleanor happen #Eleanor’s wrath AU #I’m naming it that shut up

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꣑୧ ݁.﹒𝓜𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝓜𝐄 𝓗𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐖𝐀𝐘 .ᐟ

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 ┆ 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!civilian!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

꣑୧⠀˖ ࣪ .⠀𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚⠀.ᐟ⠀⊹ the spider squad come to your rescue but drama and misunderstandings unravel. events escalate very quickly which leads to chaos.

꣑୧⠀˖ ࣪ .⠀𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕⠀.ᐟ⠀⊹ angst, violence, mainly asskicking, near death experiences, swearing, villain shenanigans

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those violent delights crept into his mind.

keep bleeding through the light, darkness consuming his mind and heart. not an ounce of mercy or rationality, only pure delights of vengeance.

his heart pumping blood of anxiety through his veins. with each swing he takes, it beats faster. once he lands on the roof of the warehouse, miguel doesn’t waste a second to smash through the glass roof with his full body. the shattered glass follows him down to the ground as he lands, bits and pieces surrounding him, some on his shoulders but miguel doesn’t even bother to brush them off. those ruby eyes scan the area for your tiny figure but no avail. a grunt of frustration spills from his plump lips.

he’s going to find you.

no matter what. he will find you.

and swear to god, if that goblin hurt you, oh miguel is going to rip his heart out with his talons.

miguel begins moving on foot since there’s no enemies in sight. it’s actually good goblin isn’t here at the moment, no ass-whooping just yet. as much as he wants to beat the shit out of that fucker, his main priority is finding you. no matter the circumstances, you are all that matters. miguel will do anything to find you, to see your gorgeous face once again. to hear your contagious yet adorable laugh. to hear those iconic sassy, unhinged remarks that always riled him up yet enjoys them.

he misses you so much it hurts. since the moment he met you, miguel’s been infatuated with you. the alluring energy radiating from you that plagues his entire soul. hanging out with you brings him a sense of tranquil and happiness, two feelings he hasn’t felt in years. you made him feel those things; a civilian who captured his attention. but you’re more than a regular civilian, more than a friend. you mean so much to him and he can’t lose you.

miguel is going to find you and bring you home.

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loud thuds echo as he takes a step. clenched fists at his sides, shoulders tensed, chest heaving and brows furrowed. those ruby eyes scan every inch of the warehouse for your tiny figure. unfortunately, no luck but miguel isn’t giving up. no way in fucking hell he will. as he continues searching, he finds a machine and an abandoned workbench with shredded blueprints and debris. his eyes focused on the strange machine, noting the several vials and tubes connected to them along with numerous wires.

what the fuck is that for?

what is the goblin planning? a machine with bunch of vials and tubes? an experiment, perhaps? the seat in the middle of the machine which contains the tubes connected to vials answers the question.

but what for? or the better question, who for?

that sent shivers of fear through miguel’s body. he does not like what this goblin is planning. some crazy ass scientist experiment. disturbing much.

his eyes tear away from the machine when he hears footsteps from the shadows, his head snapping in the exact direction.

“well, well, well…” a sinister voice he knows too well. “nice to see you again, spidey.” the face he’s been wanting to punch slowly emerges from the the shadows, a sinister smile illustrating on his face.

miguel doesn’t waste time as he lunges forward at the villain variant with a loud grunt. aggressively grabbing harry by the neck, miguel slams him against the wall with a powerful thud, making the villain choke a groan of pain.

“where is she?” miguel demands through gritted teeth, leaning towards harry’s face.

the bastard managed to smirk while being almost choked to death. “oh you mean [y/n]?” a weak chuckle escapes him when he feels miguel’s hand tighten against his neck. “she’s quite feisty, very sassy. i understand why you like her so much. such a beautiful woman with much fire within her.” he said with much admiration, knowing it would piss off miguel even more, his grip tightened more. “she’ll make a perfect wife, the perfect mrs. osborn.”

oh that sentence broke hell loose.

letting out a snarl, miguel’s mask disintegrates and reveals those pearly white fangs ready to bite and inject venom with a wide open mouth. just before he could fulfill his darkest desire, heavily thuds and sounds of metal comes from behind made him stop and swiftly turn around. long cybernetic tentacles emerge from the shadows, loud thuds as it slams onto the ground causing vibrations. miguel’s eyes widen in surprise. an accomplice.

a doc ock variant. another fucking anomaly.

different than the one he captured a few days ago.

when the hell did he join? how come miguel never got notified of this anomaly? perhaps he was too blinded by rage to know.

“i wouldn’t do that if i were you.” octavius warns in a lone menacing tone.

these two join forces together? established an alliance? well this is just fucking great, but he can take them both down. months of capturing anomalies, even capturing multiple ones in one universe proved this mission would be the same. however, it was different considering it involves an innocent life in danger, extremely different since it’s your life that’s in danger. it’s your life at stake and miguel can not fail this mission, can not fail to save you. he can’t bare another death on his conscience.

he can’t lose you.

while basically choking harry to death, his crimson eyes never avert from octavius. “taking you both won’t be a problem.” miguel threatens.

an unimpressed chuckle spills from the villain’s mouth, shaking his head in disbelief. “you might want to rethink that.” he doesn’t give miguel time to respond when one of his cybernetic tentacles moves forward revealing you trapped inside the pincer, your poor little body heavily restrained by the cold harsh metallic sensation pressing into your delicate skin. soft mewls spilling from your trembling lips, desperately trying to escape by wiggling but no avail.

miguel’s eyes widen drastically when he saw you, his heart beating faster.

oh my god, you’re alive. oh thank god.

however, fury boils in his blood at the sight of the damn pincer wrapped around your tiny figure. how uncomfortable and distraught you look made miguel’s heart ache terribly.

“let her go or things will get ugly.” pure venom in his tone, red eyes heavily glaring at the villain variant.

“i’m afraid i can’t do that. she’s perfectly comfortable within my grasp.” doc ock mischievously smiles, taking a quick glance at you.

“oh fuck off—“ you spit out before the pincer tightens around your poor fragile body, squeezing you which makes you wheeze in pain.

miguel’s eyes furrowed, blood boiling at an alarming rate. oh that fucker is gonna get it. letting go of harry, he leaps forward but doc ock acted quicker, using one tentacle arm to grab and slam miguel against the wall, trapping him. a heavy groan spills from his lips at the impact. a weak muffled whine escapes your covered lips as you watch your beloved spiderman get hurt. oh your heart cracks.

“not so fast, spider-man. you don’t get your prize yet.” the doc ock variant teases menacingly.

trembling onto his feet, harry swipes off debris from himself and walks over. “thank you, otto.” he rubs his neck with a hand, visible bruises from miguel’s claws. “well… i believe it’s showtime, don’t you agree?”

those ruby irises narrow at his words. “what the fuck are you talking about?”

“oh! well, you see that machine right there, resting in all its glory?” harry gestures at the machine with one hand. “that is your throne where it will drain every ounce of rapture from your veins and rest in those vials.” the corner of his lip curls upward into a smug smirk as he watches miguel’s eyes widen in shock.

“that’s not happening.” miguel states through gritted teeth, trying to escape from doc ock’s grip.

a mocking laugh echoes the room. “oh but it is, if you wish to save your girlfriend.” harry glances at you with a fake apologetic expression, earning himself a glare which makes him smirk. he turns back to miguel. “do it and she’ll be free, no harm done.”

fuck. always coming down to a choice.

or more precisely, sacrifice.

with no rapture means the end for him. but it also means saving you. miguel would do anything to save you, even if it means giving up his own life for yours. he’ll die happily knowing that you’re alive and safe.

“fine.” those red menacing eyes meant it.

“no!” you cry, wiggling in the firm grip of the metallic claw but unfortunately no avail.

you don’t want miguel to die. he can’t! he doesn’t deserve this. he has suffered so much already. he can’t sacrifice himself for you. no he can’t.

you can’t lose him.

miguel’s eyes instantly shift to you. his heart cracks at your tearful eyes and trembling state. your desperate cries of begging him to not do it echoes throughout the warehouse as you squirm under the doc ock’s grip, desperate to break free and run to him. the sight breaks him, damaging his already damaged heart. he can’t bare to see those gorgeous eyes swell in tears. but in the end, he’ll do anything for you, to take away the pain from you, to make those tears stop, even if means sacrificing himself.

surrendering wholeheartedly, miguel stops fighting back and slumps into octavius’ grip. the sight of a defeated spider-man brings pleasure to harry’s mind. finally, the man responsible for his father’s death is going to pay the consequences.

however, before anything else could happen, the glass ceiling shatters as several figures fell down from above. it’s the spider squad, they arrived just in time. peter and jess are the first to land, the other three followed suit, landing behind the two. a wide smile forms on your lips at the relieving sight of your spider friends. a very angry harry obsorn glares at the gang, grunting in frustration that his plan is slightly sabotaged but it still can be fulfilled. all he needs is miguel to fail, utterly defeated and worn out. with the help of doc ock, he will keep the the other spiders occupied while harry deals with his nemesis.

“looks like you just got busted.” peter said heroically with a puffed up chest, mimicking the classic superhero stance. mayday copies his mannerisms in the baby carrier, wearing her cute spider-man beanie, a replica of her father’s mask.

a collective groan behind him fills the room.

“what?” peter asks genuinely confused, turning around to face the group.

“please, do not ever say that again.” jessica rubs the temples of her forehead with a hand while the other rests on her hip like a disappointed mother.

“aw come on! that sounded cool! especially after a cool entrance like that.” peter motions at the now broken glass ceiling with a dorky smile on his face.

“it was kinda cliche.” gwen said shrugging her shoulders, nervously rubbing the back of her neck

hobie nods, humming in agreement. ben just stands there mopping and waiting.

“ahem!”

the gang looks back at a pissed off miguel whose crimson daggering eyes glare at them. “move it!”

and with that, they all lunged forward and split up. gwen, peter and jess go after harry. hobie and ben join miguel to attack doc ock. miguel goes straight for you but of course the villain variant acted quicker. you yelp when you’re suddenly yanked away from miguel’s attempted grasp as octavius starts climbing up the walls then the ceiling. you squirm under the tight grip of the tentacle arm, your hair falling over your face as you continue squealing, legs kicking in the air and punching fists. an angry grunt spills from his plump lips as miguel chases after you, the two other spidermen following him. he orders one of them to swing forward and cut doc ock off, ben does the job. the young spider-man cuts him off him by shooting webs and going in for a kick directly to the face. that knocks the villain out, losing balance for a moment. the cybernetic arm engulfing you let’s go, your heart stops and stomach drops. a scream erupts from your lungs as you fall until you feel a very strong arm wrapped securely around your torso.

“i got you.” a familiar baritone voice said reassuringly.

instinctively, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. using one hand for webs while the other is wrapped around your body, miguel swings away from the chaos to place you someplace safe. his grip on you tightens, relishing the sensation of your body against his own, afraid of letting you go. oh god he has never felt so relieved, grateful to have you in his arms. his larger figure engulfing yours. the softness of yours against his roughness. is it wrong to say he enjoys, loves having you in his arms? there haven't been many intimate moments between you two like this, other than when he first saved you and that one night he took you home. there hasn’t been any hugging or similar intimacy, just light touches yet still igniting sparks within you two.

once you were far enough from the chaos, miguel carefully sets you down on your feet. he can sense your hesitation when your arms are still wrapped around him. he doesn’t want to let go either. but to both your dismay, you do but very slowly, retracting your arms from his neck. miguel, on the other hand, still holds you by the waist. not tightly like before, just his fingers skimming the material of your dress.

his ruby eyes look down at you, scanning over your figure for any bruises or cuts. “are you okay? did he hurt you? i swear, if he—“

you shook your head. “no, i’m fine. although, he did low-key squeeze the life outta me for a sec.” you watch his brows furrow. “but that’s all.” you said reassuringly with a sincere look in your eyes.

he analyze your face to see if you were truly okay. part of him is still angry and concern but your eyes, your gorgeous eyes he loves, were telling the truth. he lets out sigh of relief, shoulders slightly slumped.

you’re okay and safe, all he asked for. however, you need to get out of here, away from danger.

the sounds of fighting from the distance snaps him back into reality. “you need to get out of here now.” miguel hands you the watch he loaned you. “head back home or to HQ, i’ll meet you there after the mission is done.”

you glance at the watch then back up at him with furrowed brows. “but miguel—“

“go.” he commands, making you flinch. “leave, now.” he let’s go of you and starts walking away. “and don’t you fucking dare stay here.” miguel warns, pointing a finger at you before swinging away to join the others.

an unpleasant shiver went straight down your spine. those ruby eyes weren’t joking, just pure determination with hints of fury. miguel is always firm with his words. it’s the logical, smart way to leave and head back home or to HQ. however, you remember harry’s plan is still intact. that fucker ain’t getting a drop of miguel’s rapture. no fucking way that’s happening. that machine needs to be destroyed or at least shut down.

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lots of asskicking in motion. much to their surprise, these two villain variants are a bit more difficult than previous versions. time is running thin and miguel has no patience, a trait he doesn’t possess. loud angry grunts spills from his lips, desperate to get rid of these anomalies before more chaos ensues.

“you ruined everything!” harry snarls, heavily glaring at the man responsible for his father’s demise.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, kid.” miguel swings after him, shooting a web but only to be cut by a blade from harry’s glider.

from the distance, you run back to the scene. one half of the quad was fighting doc ock while the other dealing with goblin. your eyes widen in horror when you find miguel and harry fighting. your presence didn’t go unnoticed by miguel but he was too focus on catching the damn goblin. you make a beeline for the machine and try shutting it down. luckily, harry was too occupied with miguel to notice.

“you know exactly what i’m talking about, you fucking murderer!” goblin goes in for a punch at the red and blue hero but misses.

the eyes of miguel’s mask widen at the shocking yet absurd accusation. “murderer?! what the hell are you talking about?!”

“YOU MURDERED MY FATHER, YOU BASTARD!”

for once, miguel went silent, pure shock illustrated on his face. murdered his father? what is he… oh wait! he’s the son of that norman obsorn variant from that mission months ago?! the puzzle pieces finally came together. this is revenge, this was all about him and using you as bait. but miguel didn’t murder norman, it was an accident.

“it was an accident.” miguel slowly raised his hands in the air, a sign that he means no more harm but only to speak. “i didn’t murder your father, harry.”

the younger male scoffs angrily. “yes you did! you chased after him like a wild fucking creature! chasing after him until he fell down to his death!” he spits out with bloodshot eyes.

miguel sadly sighs. “look… i was chasing after your dad so i can take him back to his original universe or the multiverse would collapse. i was trying to reason with him but he kept running away.” he slowly brings down his hands. “i caught up to him but he kept fighting, refusing to listen. things got out of hand then… he slipped off his glider.” he averts his gaze from harry, looking down at the ground as guilt began consuming his mind. “i tried to save him. believe me, kid, i tried. i went after him, so damn close to catch him but… it was too late.” a slight crack in his voice, hint of guilt in his tone.

a fat silence fell between them, only the gentle sounds of the water outside. when miguel looks up at harry, he’s looking down to conceal those tears swelling his eyes. guilt kicked him even harder.

“i’m sorry, harry…” miguel takes one step forward, reaching out a hand with slumped shoulders. “to this day, i regret that night.”

the young male remains silent, allowing those salty tears to fall. but then, those sorrowful feelings turn into rage. slowly lifting up his head in a intimidating manner, those eyes were no longer filled with tears but with vengeance. “he died by your failure… you took the only person who cared about me…”

“harry…” miguel warns.

the corners of his lips curl up into a menacing smile. “now i’m going to take the only person who cares about you.”

that makes his heart stop. “harry, no!“

the villain ignores him as he flies away towards you. miguel quickly jumps after harry, successfully catches him which knocks them both down to the ground. with the help of hobie and ben, they managed to capture the green goblin variant and send him back to HQ, permanently this time. luckily, the other group succeeded in capturing doc ock.

the mission is now complete.

the multiverse is still intact and stable.

the nightmare is over.

gwen, peter, and jessica escort doc ock through the portal. ben and hobie do the same with harry. but just before they could enter the portal, the bastard activates a small golden ball which was hidden in his hand and throws it towards miguel. his eyes widen drastically at the green flickering light. before he could even catch it or run towards you, the ball explodes. the warehouse blows apart and collapses, smoke and fire erupting from the explosion.

shielding himself with his arms, miguel immediately looks up to find you. “[y/n]?!” anxiety and fear flows through his veins once again. the smoke overfilled his senses and vision. he stops panicking the moment his eyes find your small figure from a distance. he shouts out your name again but in relief. without hesitation, miguel bolts across to reach you.

“miguel!” you shout before a cough interrupts you, waving a hand through the smoke.

before you could start running, a collapsing pillar crashes down and knocks you out, sending you flying off the barrier. a horrific scream erupts from your lungs as you fall into the water.

“NOOOO!”

miguel chases after you, jumping off and into the water. he swims after you, using all of his strength to save you. he grabs you, wraps an arm around your waist and starts swimming up to the surface. using a web, he swings you both back onto the barrier. very carefully, he lays you on the floor as if you’re a porcelain doll, hovering over your drenched body. both of his hands come up to hold your face very carefully, thumbs brushing your cheeks.

“no no no. please! [y/n]!” his thumbs caress your cheeks as panic took over his body. miguel then starts preforming cpr on you. after three tries, you’re still not responding. “[y/n], por favor!” he cries before giving it another shot, praying you wake up this time. after the fourth try, no response. tears began swelling up in those gorgeous brown eyes.

“don’t leave me, mi alma…” he whispers in your ear, desperation and fear in his tone.

after a few seconds of sorrow, a loud gasp escapes your lips before turning into coughing. miguel’s head immediately shoots up and looks at you, a big sensation of relief flowing through his body. you cough out the water trapped in your lungs. miguel caresses your face, brushing away any wet hair from your face as you cough out remaining water, whispering endless praises.

“you’re okay… you’re okay.” he whispers softly, more like to himself as a reminder, still caressing your delicate face with his large hands, mentally thanking the higher beings from above endlessly.

you cough out the last remaining bits of water before turning your head back. the back of your head resting on his palm so it doesn’t hit the ground, meeting miguel’s gaze through hooded eyes. you wanted to say something but exhaustion began catching up to you, making your eyes flutter.

“hey hey hey… stay with me.” miguel mutters, almost begging, caressing your face while panicking.

you try keeping your eyes open but ultimately fail, allowing exhaustion to consume you as darkness took over your vision.

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Elden Ring, Armored Core 6, and the terror of Agency.

(spoilers for AC6)

Armored Core 6 being the first game FromSoft released after Elden Ring is actually really freaking interesting, specifically because both games tackle the topic of "Agency" from two completely different perspectives.

In Elden Ring, Agency is (mostly) mechanical, the player can, from the word go, provided they don't die, choose any direction at all and do whatever they want for as long as they want. The game has the largest amount of ending of any Souls game if we take into account all the Lord ending variants, because the player can effect the world so deeply in so many ways. You can reach the end in any number of ways and the ending you get tends to be entirely up to you, and every ending is unique to itself.

In AC6, the agency is more felt in the story. That is to say, you don't have any agency at all. 621, Raven, your player character, doesn't have any sort of autonomy whatsoever. They don't get to choose which side they want to exclusively support on Rubicon, they can't choose to express any opinion about what's going on or what people say about them, they don't even have any bodily autonomy. You're a husk of a human being that can barely manage to breath in and out without external help, your mech is a glorified wheelchair iron lung combo with guns attached, and the most agency you have is with your AC. What weapons to bring, what build to make...but even that is fleeting.

Some people have complained that some bosses are damn near impossible without a certain and specific build. While I disagree, certain builds make those bosses significantly easier, but mechanical skill tends to make up for most shortcomings if you wanna stick to something specific...but there's some truth to it.

Sometimes the game will just hold your head down in the mud and say "do this or die". And unless you want to put in a lot of practice...that's what you'll do. You'll give up what little agency you have because it suddenly became the less important factor. Now you're focused on killing the bastard holding you back and moving on. The mission is what's important.

There are several times in your first playthrough where you get to "choose" which mission you wanna do, the other option vanishing until you do a new game+. One mission really deep into the playthrough, a few missions before the end, gives you the option of choosing which of the game long factions you wanna support. In any other game, this would be story shifting. It would be world altering. Deciding which faction gets the upper hand in a war...and it's an illusion.

In the briefing for eliminating the Redguns, Snail tells you plainly that if you won't do it, they'll just send Rusty in to take care of things. And if you do choose to fight the Vespers, that's exactly what happens. No matter what you did, the Redguns were doomed. The only agency you had was whether the bullet that killed them came out of your gun or someone elses.

Then, at the end of chapter 4, you get captured, and what little agency you had is utterly stripped away from you. You are in a hopeless situation, without access to the mech you put so much time and money into, or the guiding voice of your handler. You get given a hunk of junk barely held together with duct-tape and hope, and told you either use this thing to run...or die.

And then, a few missions later, the game does the cruelest thing it could have possibly done, it gives you a choice. An actual choice, a choice that will matter, a choice that you know will determine how this will all end.

Finally, finally a choice, finally some agency, all the agency in the world.

And when I got to this point? I fucking froze, I just stood there, controller in my clammy hands, and just could not for the life of me decide who to side with, who to betray, who's dreams to make true and who's to shatter. I did make my choice, eventually, because I couldn't just stop here...but I made peace with it. People died, and I expected them to, because the consequences of choice were clear to me right away.

And then...NG+. I do the opposite, I try the alternate missions. I do the other ending...and then the game plays it's most cruel trick. That big choice up there? It didn't matter either.

No matter what ending you picked first, the same people die (minus Ayre because she's special and good and we're all glad she's here), Carla, Chatty, Walter, Rusty. They all die in every ending, some by your hand, some by an enemy's, but still, still they die.

Every time you think you have agency, the game snatches it away. And the final ending just hammers it home as hard as it can. In this route, you become the slave of ALLMIND, you follow its every whim as loyally as you would have with Walter, except maybe you're doing because you saw both previous endings and you hope this time it'll be different. Maybe this time Carla and Chatty and Rusty and Walter won't die, maybe this time the ending won't leave a rotten taste in your mouth.

And then it happens again, they die anyway, again because of and in spite of your choices. And at the end...ALLMIND shows up, and demands you surrender the tiniest bit of agency you have left, your own self.

And, finally, you fight back. Finally, when there is no voice in your ear to tell you otherwise, not Walter or Ayre or Carla or ALLMIND, you make the one decision you still have the power to make.

You fight for your fucking life.

Finally, finally, some agency the game can't and won't take away. Even if all else fails, even if ideals burn and dreams die, you will always have the choice to claw your way out and FIGHT.

After a whole game three times over of not having a real choice in what happens, the taste of Agency is all the sweeter.

#armored core #armored core 6 #this is just me rambling for a bit #what a fucking game

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