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CRISIS ON INFINITE DREAMWIDTHS: EVENT END
AT THE END OF THE WORLD
The sound isn't unlike thunder when the universe begins to crack apart. Loud, thrumming thuds that tear the sky and the fabric of reality. The nexuses are being stomped out, engulfed back into the void one by one.
Characters may be in these nexuses as they're slowly engulfed by the cracks. Some may be saying they're final goodbye's to old friends, new friends, or simply watching as the apocalypse descends on whichever world they're in.
And then, just before they're about to fall into oblivion - they're snatched away.
Characters may be in these nexuses as they're slowly engulfed by the cracks. Some may be saying they're final goodbye's to old friends, new friends, or simply watching as the apocalypse descends on whichever world they're in.
And then, just before they're about to fall into oblivion - they're snatched away.
IN CENTRAL CITY —
Outside The Alliance HQ, Chaos Gate and the Silent Mystic stand with their eyes tightly shut, hands linked together as one. Above you the sky has turned a deep crimson. The crack is a yawning chasm as buildings are torn apart brick by brick, falling into the abyss.
If something isn't done soon then you're all dead.
This world is a nexus and this can't be changed, but it can be pulled from the 'between' it has fallen into, and restored to its proper place. This will require an enormous amount of energy. The mystics bid the gathered to join hands: they ask you to remember their world, the one they left behind and tether this world to it. Your strongest memories may bleed out, giving the people around you a glimpse of who you are, what you were.
The universally displaced are here with you. This is a last mingle opportunity. The comm will remain open so people can continue to play any threads they didn’t get a chance to during the run of the event. They too can join hands and share their memories, but as they are not tied to this dimension, when it’s restored they will either return to their own worlds or the nexuses they left behind.
CONNECTION —
Everything goes dark.
It feels endless, swallowing your sight as well as all sound as it closes in. Slowly, glowing threads begin to appear, tying one person to the next, then to the next, and so on. Only those who are linked to Metaheroes are tied with these golden glowing threads. The threads flow down to their feet and then shoot up towards the sky.
There's a boom, different to the thunderous cracks of before. The sky rushes back into place, day and night speeding by as it hurries to realign itself to the proper date and time. It's dizzying, for a moment, before it begins to feel grounding. Right.
The air feels different. Fresher, somehow. The sky is brighter; the world seems fuller, like it has been allowed to become what it should have been all along. A cheer goes up. The people are elated, relieved to see the sun again.
Players may be troubled should they have ventured into other worlds. They have seen the nexuses that have fallen to ruin, know how they too once felt exactly like this.
THE WORLD CONTINUES TO TURN —
The world has been restored to its proper place. Interdimensional communication is coming through again. The Guilds, exhausted as they were putting fires out across the non-meta cities, are relieved. Perhaps this is finally over.
With the return of interdimensional communication comes the return of interdimensional travel as well. This technology has been used in this world before; it was only with the advent of the recent powerful Confluences that it all went dark. Now that it’s back, the Guilds start to make plans immediately. It will take a little time to organize everything, but once they have a system in place, it shouldn’t be too difficult to locate everyone’s home universes and return them there. They set a tentative date for September 4th to start trying to return everyone home.
That being said, the government is none too happy with any of this. The Guild Systems were put into play by two metahumans who wanted the best for the world, as a means to protect them from those who would do them harm. Years have been spent slowly wrestling control from those two and now there is an opportunity.
Behind the scenes a storm is brewing. If they can spin this to blame the Unaligned then perhaps they have no more need for the Guilds. The Society is a thorn in their side that they’d like to finally be rid of, but they’re essentially untouchable. The Unaligned, however, are flagrantly breaking the law. Constantly putting themselves in the spotlight, making it all too easy to yank the rug out from under the metahuman leaders.
How wonderful for them that these strangers from away have made such a wreck of the trust in the systems that protected the metahumans of this world.
Mechanima is all too aware that things are about to go to hell. The Society is welcoming all metahumans, regardless of moral alignment, to join them. It is heavily encouraged among the rumor mill that the Unaligned should start reconsidering their position.
As the days go on, things begin to change across Meta.
- Excelsior has become vehemently anti-metahuman. While this outrage may pass, they’re passing new AI laws in rapid succession. Limitations on what AI can and can’t inhabit. Limitations on robot bodies, on mechanical prosthetics, on the research that can be done into what gives things the spark of life. Magic is essentially forbidden within the city. Any abilities that can be mistaken as magic are treated as suspect.
- Sunset Falls is worse for wear. Yet the people remain as grateful as ever to the metahumans who stepped in to save them. That gratitude outweighs any fear that they could have caused this - Sunset Falls has disasters all the time that have nothing to do with interdimensional weirdness. They continue to be unbothered by the metas among them.
- Central City, having witnessed all the off-world metas stepping in to save them, is oddly grateful for this - but they haven’t forgotten what happened. The disappeared are among them again and are unharmed despite their sojourn through the universe, but the fact that it happened at all is cause for concern. Confluences are a problem. They want answers, they want solutions.
- Little Love remains untouched and unchanged.
I DREAM A DREAM SO PRETTY —
Two days after the apocalypse is averted, every off-world meta will find a pillow lying on their doorstep. It doesn’t matter who you are or where you live - one of these pillows will find its way to you.
If you’re quick or wary enough, you may be able to catch a glimpse of the being that placed it there: a figure clad in blue robes. They’ll appear seemingly out of nowhere and lay the pillow down before vanishing into dust. Should they happen to notice they’ve been spotted, they’re clearly started, and lay a finger to their lips before departing.
Atop the pillow is a note: an invitation from the Dreamers of the Willow Maiden. You would have undoubtedly heard of this group: they have a presence in this world, though their reputation’s benign. They’re oddballs and weirdos, but ultimately harmless. They believe in the power of a good night’s sleep - literally.
If the note is to be believed, then the Willow Maiden herself has requested an audience with you, and this audience can only be granted in the world of dreams. Should you accept this offer, the note explains, all you need to do is lay your head upon this enchanted pillow. Sleep will come to you quickly.
Your dreams will be extremely vivid. There are recurring themes bleeding through them: your greatest accomplishment juxtaposed with your greatest failure. The moment you could have acted but stayed still. Highschool embarrassments. Falling. Flying. Here in your own dreamscape, you’ve got more control than anywhere else; you feel as though you can do anything. But beware: these dreams grab for you, both the nightmares and the fantasies. It can be easy to lose yourself and forget what exactly is real.
Luckily, the dreams grab for others as well. Sleeping metas may find themselves involuntarily wandering into one anothers’ dreams. Visitors to a dreamscape don’t have any powers outside of what they normally would, but they can reach out to the dream’s host, should they want to.
If no one else arrives, don’t worry. She is patient and waiting, and doesn’t mind that you stumble. Fall too far into the abyss, and she’ll reach out her hand to steady you.
THE WILLOW MAIDEN —
As you find your way out of the haze of your subconscious with uour allies at your side, the Willow Maiden greets you. She is a massive tree nymph, long-limbed and wooden. She is curled against an enormous tree, looking like a statue. At your approach, she lifts her head from the crook of her arm and extends a hand in greeting. Her smile is warm and motherly. You may feel distrust, but that feeling of safety and protection that guided you home radiates from her.
“You from a far away land, come to this world and made its own.” Her wooden lips don’t move, the words echo through your soul itself. “I can do little for you now but issue warning. Danger is waiting in the dawn, in the shine of her sword. You won this battle, your strength and the strength of all those you have touched has saved you… but she is coming.
She is coming.
“My time is short… your words cannot reach me as you are now. Carve yourselves a new future. One in this world and all others. Dream, and in those dreams, you shall become more powerful than even she can stand. My gift is the gift of new life, new lives, new futures… I have shielded you from her gaze until I could no longer bear it and now… I must rest. May the next time we met be true conversation.”
The Willow Maiden lays her head back down on the curve of her arms. Within moments, she’s asleep.
You wake. Not with a start, but as though you’ve been gently roused from a deep and restful sleep. The dreamsharing effect lingers, and can reoccur off and on throughout the month of September, but you will not find your way to the Willow Maiden’s realm again.
IN SUMMARY.
- The fourth wall ends in a near apocalypse. Characters will have a chance to say goodbye while the metaphorical walls are closing in. They will be pulled back from the brink at the last second.
- Through the collective effort of metaenergy, Metaheroes will rejoin the multiverse, tethered to the worlds which playable characters come from.
- As a result, there's tentative optimism that characters will be able to go home .
- Anti-meta sentiment is growing across Excelsior, and within governing bodies. Government officials will begin looking to blame Unaligned heroes for various crimes and disturbances.
- It's a good time to pick a side. Or don't.
- Amidst all this, The Willow Maiden invites players to Meta's first dream share event. The dreaming effect lingers and characters may find themselves intermittently sharing dreams throughout September.
- However pleasant this is, however cathartic - it doesn't change that things are tense in the waking world. The Willow Maiden's warning will ring in your ears, too: who is coming?
loki odinson | mcu
( ii. memory bleed — letting go ) cw: suicide
( iii. bring me a dream ) cw: brief mention of death
( iv. wildcard )
iii.
She does not want to take away from her brother's moment, however, so she will stand by and watch in silence, until she is acknowledged. ]
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... I want to hold it too.
[He's never been as interested in it as his other selves, accepting it as an impossibility because it was an impossibility for Thor too when they were young. But this is a dream, and more importantly the dream of another Loki, so.]
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Jason Todd | DCAU | OTA
Brothers' secrets (CW: Attempted child kidnapping)
[Still angry over being grounded by his adoptive father, Jason's playing a video game and isn't paying much attention when he hears his bedroom door open. Then he's surprised to see Dick there. Though they're legally brothers, Dick rarely visits. Jason doesn't really know why Dick and Bruce had a falling-out but it's why Jason and Dick haven't really spent much time together so far. Considering why Jason's being punished, he’s not really in a mood to talk to him. Their relationship is already awkward enough even on a good day.
As he and Dick talk though, Jason begins to warm up to him. Taking the Batmobile for a ride without Bruce’s permission feels great too. The advice Dick gives him makes sense. He thinks he understands, especially after saving the kid and reuniting him with his father.
Then Jason turns his attention to the attempted kidnapper. Too many of Gotham's scumbags get away with hurting others, especially with hurting kids. Jason’s seen and experienced it too many times, like the drug dealers who took advantage of his mom and only cared about getting their damn money. So Jason whales on him. It's not until Dick physically grabs his bloodied arm back that the beating stops.
The car ride back home is quiet and tense. Jason doesn't really want to talk. He fully expects to hear from Dick the same kind of scorn he's been hearing from Bruce about being out of control. He doesn't care. Why shouldn't he treat criminals the same way they treat their victims?
Again, Dick surprises him. He doesn't approve of what Jason did but he's sympathetic. He understands. He's been there too. Maybe having a brother is a good thing after all.]
A Danger
[It's been tense between Jason and his adoptive father recently. They've been arguing more and neither of them want to back down from their stances. How could they? They risk their lives every night to save people and to stop Gotham's worst.
For Jason, it's been incredibly infuriating. Why can't Bruce understand that his catch-and-release methods aren't working? There's so much wrong. The GCPD, the courts, and the penal system are all corrupt. If he and Bruce really want to make some long-term changes, they can't show mercy to criminals. And after what happened to Barbara, Jason has even less of a reason to hold back now.
Jason walks downstairs to the library, hoping to get his mind off of things for a while. He stops by the door frame when he spots Bruce and Alfred already there with their backs turned to him and talking. First, it's about Bruce's parents but then the topic changes to Jason. Jason himself hides besides the frame.
"Must've been crazy to put Jason on the field."
"A danger to himself."
"A danger to our mission."
So that's what his adoptive father really thinks of him. Jason trusted and loved him. He thought he wanted to be like him. But now Jason's hurt and seeing red. He's not some screw-up who needs to see a shrink. He knows damn well what he's doing. It’s Bruce who doesn't understand. Bruce can't take away the most important thing in Jason's life just because he's not being a good little soldier following his orders anymore. Robin was... is his life's purpose.
After angrily snapping at Bruce, Jason runs out of the manor. He can't take it anymore. He can't be Bruce's partner anymore. They're done]
Seeing Green (CW: PG-13 level very brief eye gouge)
[Jason's surrounded by green. He can't breathe. He doesn't know what's going on or where he is. Every nerve in his body is burning. He needs to get out.
He bursts out of the Lazarus Pit's chemicals screaming at the top of his lungs. Everything hurts. Everything feels wrong. He needs to get out NOW. He keeps screaming as he fights and scrambles to flee. He's more like a rabid animal than a human.
It feels like everything's a blur as he runs. He doesn't even care when he smashes through a window and jumps hundreds of feet below into the chasm]
Wildcard
((OOC: I'm always open to new CR! Want me to pick a different memory or you have questions or concerns? Go for it! My contact information is on this journal's profile page. I'm also in the game's discord server and I have a feedback post.))
Wildcard
Seriously, we have to hold hands to link in?
[The assistant nods and Mayuko sighs. Taking that as assent, the assistant spots Red Hood touching down and nudges her over before going to update another arrival.]
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The Doctor | Doctor Who | OTA
[Everything is very chaotic, people are screaming, the area is on fire and there are robots zapping at the unarmed and armed humans. Clearly, this is some kind of war, and there's some old man that is tired of all of this.
No More
Time Lords of Gallifrey. Daleks of Skaro. I serve notice on you all. Too long have I stayed my hand. No more. Today you leave me no choice. Today this war will end]
A Rose By Any other Name
[There's a man clinging onto the wall and a look on his face, he's staying at a certain blonde girl, who is floating not far from him. She's holding onto the lever and the suction, which is already pulling in robots, ends up pulling her away too. The man in the blue stripe looks on helplessly as he loses her and then - and someone ends up grabbing her before going into what seems to be a Void and they disappear. Later, after the suction seems to heal, itself, the man presses himself against the solid wall. Clearly heartbroken.]
Mercy CW: genocide
Look at Dalek Sec. The cleverest Dalek to have ever lived and look at what you've done to him. Is that your new empire?
[After an exchange between The Daleks, The Doctor and humans carrying weapons. The humans are ordered by the Daleks to Exterminate The Doctor, and The Doctor remarks with his arms spread wide]
Baptize me!
[Nothing happens and the Daleks are confused. One of the humans asks 'why' to the Exterminate command and others join in. Unfortunately, the Daleks find out their creations aren't pure and kill them. The Doctor is of course, enraged and goes after those Daleks, in order to face them.]
Ten: Now what?
Dalek: You will be exterminated.
Ten: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Think about it! Dalek what was your name?
Dalek: Dalek Con.
Ten: Dalek Con, your entire species has been wiped out. Leaving only you. Right now you're facing the only man in the universe that might show you some compassion!
Wildcard
(Got another prompt or memory; hit me up :))
Sephiroth | FF7 | OTA
If he'd known what others might see from him, he wouldn't have.]
Memory Bleed I - Project Assessment (cw: child abuse of the lab rat variety)
Sephiroth is 8 years old. The lab's main testing chamber is as familiar to him as every other part of it. He knows that, in a few minutes, a specimen will be brought up from the floor below and unleashed into the room, and he will be expected to fight it.
What's unusual about today is that President Shinra has joined Professor Hojo in the observation deck above. The President has not spoken to him directly, and he didn't bring his son, not after what happened last time. He is speaking with Professor Hojo, and they think he can't hear them through the glass, but his hearing is sharper than theirs.
"Between your recent acquisitions and the disciplinary problems, this entire project is becoming more trouble than it's worth," the President is saying.
Sephiroth knows what happens when a project is terminated. The Professor has always told him that he is special. Extraordinary. They'll achieve great things together. What happens if the President doesn't agree?
"The disciplinary problems are a thing of the past, believe me," Professor Hojo assures him. "And even with the mother's cooperation, Sephiroth will undoubtedly remain an asset. If you'll just allow him to demonstrate..."
Sephiroth readies the sword in his hand--average for a man but big for a child--as the specimen elevator whirs into motion.
Memory Bleed II - Sparring Match (cw: violence)
Sephiroth wears the same uniform as the men around him in this camp, but he's only 15 and these are adults. The men stand in a rough circle as he faces off against another soldier, standard-issue sword in hand. A few of them are chuckling, because by appearances Sephiroth has no business being in this fight. He's a child, a beanpole of a teenager with braided hair and skin that's barely seen sunlight.
Someone probably meant this challenge as a joke, but Sephiroth takes it seriously. Another test of his skills, his first test against the men with whom he now shares rank. SOLDIER, First Class. Shinra's elite.
He knows they underestimate him, but he thinks they'll be on equal footing. He's wrong.
The fight is over fast. Sephiroth moves fluidly, sidestepping his opponent's strikes and countering with inhuman speed. The other man can't block him. Sephiroth's sword cleaves into him, and suddenly there is too much blood.
No one is laughing. There's a stunned silence before another of the men lunges for his equipment, taking materia in hand to cast a Cure spell. Sephiroth stands motionless, watching, because no one ever instructed him in how to respond to this. These men have years of experience. It shouldn't have been so easy, but he knows it wasn't luck.
He can see that his nonreaction is making the other men uneasy. He doesn't know what to do, but he understands: they aren't the same.
((Feel free to approach him after the fact, or whenever, and if you're interested in some other memory, hit me up on
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it's not difficult to find sephiroth. loki isn't sure what to say, but it was important to find him regardless. ]
. . . Sephiroth.
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thor odinson | mcu
[This dream is decidedly darker, partly because it takes place on what little remains of a large ship in the far reaches of space. Seemingly unperturbed by the fact that the hollowed out vessel is exploding around him, Thor is crouched on the ground and his body is shuddering as he sobs.
The sense of loss is almost palpable, even before it becomes apparent that his arms are thrown over the lifeless body of Loki.
The ship shudders and sparks are flying, there's a rumble of something in the air. Is there thunder in space? Does it matter? It doesn't seem particularly safe to linger here, but Thor doesn't seem to realise he's not alone.
Or maybe he doesn't care.]
ii. and welcoming peak
[The hearing is the first sense to be drawn into the memory. It starts with music (from Earth, from the early 2010s) and is layered with the sounds of laughter and inaudible conversations. Then, it's a room full of costumed people at a Halloween party.
Thor seems to draw the eye. Perhaps because he's familiar. Perhaps because he is a 6'4 man in a hot dog costume. His attention is pulled across the room to a woman in a grey tracksuit with fake guts spilling out of her mid-section.
She's laughing and dancing and Thor is watching with a warm smile and raising a beer to his lips. He glances toward the person approaching him, seeming to hesitate as if he's not sure why they're here
or because he can't remember their name.]That's an interesting costume. [He remarks, taking a long sip of his beer as he takes it in.]
i
The younger Loki reaches out to grab onto Thor's arm, trying to help center him. He's also opted to shift his appearance to resemble the other Loki more so, though still a child. This is his way of trying to help???]
I am alright, brother. It's alright.
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kid loki | marvel 616
[There is little of note in this memory at first. It is cold and dreary, an inescapable landscape draped in snow. Giants fight in the background of it all, but they are not important here, only a constant, like the sound of a nearby freeway. An incredibly small Jotun makes certain to stay away from the battle, instead opting to make something from the snow. What he's decided to make isn't clear yet, with it still just appearing to be a gathered ball of ice. Loki, fully grown and sticking out like a sore thumb, approaches the boy.]
Hello, Loki. [says the old sorcerer with a smile.]
How do you know my name? [asks the boy]
I know it as well as I know my own.
[The two talk for a bit, as if in their own world, separate from all the fighting.]
What would give your life meaning?
To live forever. To have the power of the gods. To kill who I wish. To leave behind the stink of this place.
Then do you not love your mother?
No. She is stupid and slow.
Your father?
No. He is brutish and cruel.
Would you sell them into death if it would bring you those things and take you from this place forever?
[The child hesitates at first, then answers firmly,]
Yes.
[The older Loki instructs him on how to have all of this, how to urge Laufey into rushing in blindly against Asgard, how to convince Odin to adopt him by clinging to his father's corpse and swearing to kill everyone. The boy listens intently, excited to know that one day he will be able to destroy Asgard from the inside.]
II.
[It is the ancient past. Stories are still new, the world itself waiting to be told what it shall become. Two children play in a meadow shaded by trees, the leaves' bright and changing color gives the scene a warm and nostalgic feeling. It is what was promised, what could've been.
Loki laughs, lying down in the grass next to a girl his age. The two seem completely at ease, unbothered by any wars or future selves.]
What shall we do next, Leah?
Must I do all the thinking for you, Loki? I would think you capable of suggesting an activity, if not much else.
But I have done so all day! I was the one who suggested we roll down the hill!
And now my dress has been thoroughly ruined. Perhaps you should think of something better.
Perhaps you should!
[They break out into laughter again.]
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[ Loki stands a way off at the bottom of the hill's slope, hands in the pockets of his coat as he watches the kids race around and laugh like nothing could ever rot or ruin about this scenario. He longs for it to be real, knows it wasn't and isn't and can never be, and it's just sad. ]
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loki laufeyson | marvel-616
[ The magpie's eyes roll and it screams as teeth rip into its chest, devouring its heart. It's gaze grows dark, then the screaming transfers to the mouth of a boy who throws his head back on a guttural moan, crying with new force as the consequences of his actions overwhelm him with the limp body of the bird ensnared in his tight grip. Blood covers his mouth and throat and he gasps down deep breaths as if learning how to breathe. He drops the bird to the ground and grabs for the huge horned helm atop the plinth against which he is sitting, dragging it into his lap to grip tighter than ever.
The room is misty-green, pillars stand here and there amidst feathers and mystical green flames. It is a place for Lokis where none others tread, and he is alone as he holds his reclaimed helm, panting. Glaring at nothing. ]
Damn me. [ His voice is raw and new, made different with new guilt but the same sweet tenor. ] Damn you all.
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[ The computer screens cover the wall from floor to ceiling, blue veils of coding that Loki is busy cracking, infiltrating with his Asgardian hacker codes. Files upon files upon files of the Old Man, the ancient Loki that the Avengers knew years ago, wrinkled and evil, they are all drawn up and activated: then purged in a sweeping blare of red. Deleted, permanently, from the records of the Avengers Tower, S.H.I.E.L.D, and across the entire US database. It's databases all the way down.
The Avengers find him, of course; it's Tony's hearth and home, they couldn't miss Loki for long, but when Thor wants to kill him and even Rogers is given pause, Loki springs into action. Thor can barely lift his hammer and Loki moves faster than any of the humans could hope to stop, drawing a golden sword. Gram the sword of truth, is shoved right through Thor's shoulderblades and before the Avengers can act a black-red miasma starts bubbling out of the hero's eyes and mouth, the wounds ... Loki puts the foul smog in a rune-embossed jar.
Hulk knocks him out moments later. But Thor? Thor is fine and the memory shifts to Loki sitting in the chains the Avengers put on him, dutifully staying put for the time being since Thor has come to show his thanks with some beers. It's a good memory. ]
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[ He saves a woman, even gives her some emotional support and advice on how to continue with her life after Nightmare's attack. She leaves and nearby there is a crushed red car on the ground as if it fell from a great height; behind that, walking closer, is Iron Man and Thor, the former slow-clapping and Loki's brother suppressing a smile.
'Sorry,' says Tony. 'Slow-claps are loud in the armor.'
Loki blinks at them. 'Tony? Thor?! What's he doing here?!' he demands of Tony.
'I called him,' says Tony mildly.
'On what?! Clouds?!'
'Avengers phone,' the Avenging duo reply in-sync.
'You may have one soon enough,' says Thor, at the same moment Tony says, 'You'll never touch one. Wait, what did you just say? Forget it.'
'Hey,' Tony says to Loki, blasé in good humor, 'thanks for wrecking my car.'
Loki pulls a flat face. 'It was an accident.' It wasn't but he doesn't want to be in more trouble than he has to be with either of them, in particular.
Tony snorts in the armor. 'That's too bad, 'cuz from up there it looked like some real big-boy heroism.' He pauses. 'Sorry, big-person heroism.'
Loki smiles. 'They're all acceptable, thanks for asking.'
Thor clears his throat and pats Loki on the shoulder. 'Perhaps I was too hasty in my admonishments, brother. You are of value on Midgard.'
And Loki beams, planting a hand on either of their shoulders. 'Right?! Just look at us! There of the original Avengers!'
'Nice try, Britbox,' says Tony, sounding wry even behind his faceplate. He doesn't shrug off Loki's arm and neither does Thor.
'Let's see what you say when I bring you the hammer,' Loki teases.
'Now that I know you'll never touch.'
Loki doesn't correct him, happily wandering off with both Avengers in tow. ]
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Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt. Or peek ahead even, if you'd believe it.
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steve harrington, stranger things
[ The lights in the Byers' house flicker. Wildly so. He can hear Nancy and Jonathan shouting in alarm. Steve (who fully intended to abandon them and now can't bear the thought of leaving them alone to deal with that thing) rushes back in on that freakish monster he briefly caught a glimpse of now leering over Nancy, Jonathan stunned on the floor.
He takes up the bat and starts swinging, twirling it so the nails can crunch through the Demogorgon's ribcage, ducking and weaving around it to land blow after blow. It's so goddamn huge, it stinks, whatever it's made of is more muscle than fat and he's running on pure adrenaline blended with fear. He drives it back into the bear-trap the others set up and yells for them; Jonathan hurls a lighter and the creature goes up in flames with an unholy scream.
Steve doesn't know what the fuck just happened. ]
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[ Things have been awkward with Nancy lately but they're back on track, he thinks as they dance at the party, laughing with his shades on indoors. It's fun, they're really gelling again and she's starting to relax. Maybe a little too much, he notices as she sways drunkenly and veers for the punch again. He tries to get her to stop, tells her Nance, put it down, but she yanks the cup and stains the front of her shirt red. The crowd hisses and she storms off, Steve close on her heels.
'Nance, I'm sorry. It's not coming off,' he tries to reason with her, but she insists it is and she's so wasted, he moves around in front of her to try and gauge how dilated her eyes are. 'C'mon, let me just take you home. Okay? C'mere.'
'You wanted this,' she burbles, and he denies it with 'No, I didn't want this, I told you to stop drinking,' and then she slurs, 'It's bullshit.'
'No, it's not bullshit, Nance. C'mon.'
'Bullshit. Bullshit ... You're bullshit!'
Steve shakes his head, uncomprehending why she's so mad. 'What?'
With eyes reddened from the drink and secondhand smoke, Nancy glares at him in the bathroom. 'You're pretending like, like everything's okay. Like, like we didn't kill Barb,' she winces, gagging on the words, genuinely upset in her drunkenness, 'like it's great and we're in love and, and we're partying. Yeah, let's party, huh? Party ... We're partying ... This is bullshit.'
But Steve is stuck on one thing, unable to feel his insides all of a sudden or his feet on the floor. His eyes are wide and upset as he tries to make sense of it.
'Like we're in love?' he asks tentatively, cupping her face. She doesn't mean it, he tells himself. She's just drunk. She loves me back. But she's so mad, so forceful.
Nancy looks like she hates him, eyes rimmed with angry, resentful tears. 'It's bullshit.'
'... You don't love me?'
'It's bullshit,' she says softly, final and staring at him right in the eye.
Steve doesn't know what to do but leave. ]
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In walks Tammy Thompson, a vision in ruffles and lace. Makeup bright, hair freshly dyed and permed. Robin sits up immediately, staring but trying not to look like she's staring. Inferno stays open, so she'll have something for her eyes to flick to on the off chance someone catches her and calls her out.
The bell's about to ring. So far, this is a completely normal morning. The class is there, everyone except—
Ah, there he is. Steve Harrington, sweeping into the class late as always, taking his seat by the door, too cool to walk more than ten feet into the room.
Tammy's eyes stay on Steve. Robin's eyes stay on Tammy.
Absolutely none of them are paying attention to Mrs. Click. ]
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David Alleyne | Marvel-616
[Note: links to two memories, they have CWs at the very start of them. Please look them over before reading.]
II. The World Continues To Turn
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Balthier slips the phone from David's hand. This week has been miserable, brutal even, and in all honesty David's anger and frustration resonates.
"Where do you think you're going?"
He isn't even sure David's noticed he's here yet; he didn't text, just came over on his bike, let himself in.
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Mark Bryant | The Bright Sessions
[Note: The below memory talks about isolation, human experimentation, and being hunted by someone wanting to hurt others. Please keep that in mind.]
II. Dream So Pretty
Dylan Brock | Marvel Comics / Venom
For easy scrolling, here's a quick link to each prompt:
Enjoy!!))
1. My God is an Awesome God (Memory Share - CREEPY)
The memory starts with the low rumble of an unfamiliar voice.
Tʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ ᴄᴀɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. Tʀᴇᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ.
"...Yes." That was Dylan's voice. His speech is barely a murmur, but audible.
The scene is a dark, plain-looking bedroom, with one of the twin beds hastily unmade — and the other with another boy cowering under the covers. A nearby clock indicates it's just past 3 in the morning.
Dylan is standing up facing a mirror. He looks unsteady on his feet, and his head is lolling a bit to the side. His gaze is forward, but unfocused. Lids hang heavy over his eyes, and there's the softest hint of a red glow in his irises. He's up and about, but still asleep — or, perhaps more accurately, in a trance.
Tʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ sᴛᴀʀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴜᴛ. Tʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ sᴛʀᴀɴɢʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. Tʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴋɴɪᴠᴇs. Tʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʀᴀᴘs.
"Yes." He doesn't move, but his breaths are heavy. There's a burning in his chest, like he wants to cry, but has forgotten how.
Dylan's standing alone... but reflected in the mirror, there's the skeletal figure standing behind him. Black claws grip Dylan's shoulders in the mirror, his bony face just inches from Dylan's left ear.
Iᴛ ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴊᴏʙ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅʟᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs.
"It is my job to thread the needle between worlds." Dylan's tone is just as empty as his expression. It's hard to move. It's hard to think. His brain and his limbs all feel like they're filled with sand. The only coherent thoughts he can form are the words being given to him, and with nothing in his mind to contradict them, they must be true.
Tʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʟᴅ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ.
"The new and the old are one in me." His eyes twitch as he tries to focus his gaze, and he looks upon the figure in the mirror. The heavy feeling in his body is draining out, and in its place Dylan can feel himself being filled with adoration and reverence. There's no point of origin for it; It's as if the emotions are being poured into him from an outside source as he looks upon his God.
But with nothing in his thoughts to contradict them, they must be true.
The creature shifts in closer, its deep voice a breathy whisper in Dylan's ear.
Aɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ, ᴍʏ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ?
"I will spread your thick black limbs upon the world that sleeps," The words — the truth is familiar on his lips, and come to him with a practiced ease. He's said this before, and his heart is thrumming with excitement at the prospect. The truth is etched into his mind, that there is no greater purpose than to spread the abyss in service of his Lord, his Father, his God. "I will do it all for you. I will only rest when we all sing your name: Knull."
The creature strokes Dylan's hair affectionately, gently tracing its claws down the curve of his jaw.
2. Heaven Help Us if He's Anything Like Me (Memory Share - HEARTFELT)
"I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you," the man says, his voice deep but gentle. There's fondness in his voice, and anxiety, and resolve — and those who also hail from Earth-616 may recognize the voice as one Edward Brock. "I promised you. But your connection to the symbiote hive... these nightmares about Knull... We have to figure this out before—"
"Knull gets here," Dylan finishes. He's smaller here, both his size and his voice. "I know. But—"
"Dylan. No 'buts.' I'm sorry, but I'm your father, and this is what we're doing."
"But—"
"Dylan."
The back and forth continues as the two approach a doorway, which opens to reveal the bright lights of New York City at night. They step onto the rooftop, still speaking, until finally the man turns around.
"Listen to me."
Eddie shows his face for the first time in this memory, and he doesn't look a thing like the Eddie Brock here in this world. His face is rugged, with prominent cheekbones and a square jaw, softened a bit by his full, blond beard. He kneels down to Dylan's level, putting his hands on the boy's shoulders.
"I'm scared, okay, bud? I know... I'm not supposed to tell you that. But I am. I'm just—" he takes a moment to fuss with Dylan's hoodie. "I know what it's like to have this... this thing in your head. I do. It's not, fun, and I don't..." He takes a breath, then leans in closer, cupping Dylan's cheek in his hand. "I don't want this for you. I want... everything to be better for you than it was for me." He fusses with Dylan's hoodie again, zipping it up to protect against the biting cold.
"Yes. Okay. Fine." Dylan shifts the weight of his backpack just a bit. "Dad, I'm not scared of going to meet ths guy. That's fine."
"Then... what are you talking about? What are you scared of?"
"This!" Dylan points to the edge of the rooftop, beyond which the horizon sparkles with city life.
Eddie follows Dylan's gaze, then laughs. "Oh, that? Don't worry, bud." The leather jacket begins to shift and squirm, and reveals itself to not be leather at all. Soon it engulfs Eddie, and his size grows even more imposing as he transforms into Venom. He remains kneeling, though, leaning forward a bit and motioning for Dylan to get on his back. "I've got you."
Dylan hops onto Eddie's back, and Venom carefully wraps some tendrils around his middle to hold him tight. Once secure,Venom charges for the edge of the rooftop —
— and leaps over the precipice.
The world around them is a blur as they enter freefall, and Dylan can't hold in his yell. With practiced ease, however, Eddie fires a web at a nearby building, and their trajectory changes from a all to a swing. With a relaxed rhythm that suggested years of experience, Venom and son began to sail through the city, swinging from building to building much like Spider-Man.
And once Dylan's yells quiet (and his stomach settles), he watches the city go by in wide-eyed wonder, letting a smile cross his face as he relaxes a little and just enjoys the ride.
3. Lose Myself Into a Tale (Dreamshare - CREEPY)
In Dylan's hands is a small jar, inside which a tiny sliver of red ooze wiggles like a worm. Dylan can feel its anticipation. It desires freedom. Release it. Free it.
Fʀᴇᴇ ᴜs.
Dylan unscrews the jar and sucks in a shaky breath as he's hit with a rush of adrenaline. The red creature leaps from the jar and scurries up the tree, and Dylan can feel it in his mind, directs it where to go.
It engulfs the raccoon. Limbs. Flesh. Form. His heart is pounding.
The raccoon is screaming. Why is — why is it screaming? "Easy, little guy," Dylan says. "We ain't gonna hurt ya."
The Raccoon's cries continue. Dylan feels a twist in his gut, and considers for a moment that maybe this shouldn't be happening. Before he can finish the thought, it's drowned out by the voice in his mind; The one that's been his constant companion since the Carnage incident.
A sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴘɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪᴛ ᴍᴜsᴛ ᴘᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴇxᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ. The voice feels like a soft rumble at the base of Dylan's skull, sending a pleasant chill down his spine. ɪɴ ᴇxᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪᴠɪʟᴇɢᴇ ᴏғ sᴇʀᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ Gᴏᴅ.
The way the voice rumbles through his mind seems to drive all other thoughts from his head. All he can feel now is adrenaline and adoration. Who wouldn't endure a little pain in service of his God?
The raccoon's screams have long since stopped, and with them went any last shred of doubt. Dylan feels the voice in his head flood his mind with thoughts of power. Of control. Of Fʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ.
The raccoon stalks down the tree trunk in a decidedly un-raccoon-like way. Its movements are calculated and sinister, and it's taken on a red, sinewy shape that some might recognize as Carnage.
4. With All Our Strength, we Stand Aligned (Dreamshare - TRIUMPHANT)
The city of New York is covered in symbiotes.
It's become a battlefield. Heroes, villains, and creatures of all kinds have converged here to fend off Knull's symbiote army — but with every casualty to Earth's forces, Knull's forces gain numbers.
Into the fray charges a small strike team of A-List Superheroes: Spider-Man. Wolverine. The Invisible Woman.
...and some kid in a hoodie.
Flanked by the others, Dylan is holding his own against the symbiote army. An ooze-covered soldier charges at him; Dylan raises a hand, and the air around him crackles with energy as the soldier is blown backward, the symbiote sizzling off its flesh and dissipating into dust in the air.
Dylan had spent the last hour or so sobbing at his father's deathbed. He may not be an Avenger, but by god, he is gonna 'venge someone today and he has a good target in mind.
Yᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴇғᴇᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ, ʙᴏʏ?
Dylan whirls to face the speaker. Though the voice is distorted by symbiote's influence, he's seen enough news broadcasts to recognize it as Captain America. He's wrapped up in black, the colors on his chest smeared with Knull's dragon emblem.
The symbiote-possessed hero stalks toward him, grinning hungrily. Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴜs! Wᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ! With that declaration, Cap hurls his shield at Dylan.
"Sorry, Cap," Dylan raises his arm, and with another fiery crackle the symbiote that covers the world obeys his will. A wall of tendrils shoots up between them, catching the shield and tossing it to Dylan in a less violent fashion. He catches it with ease, and the tendrils sink back into the ground. "I'm gonna need to borrow this."
Captain Symbiote roars and gnashes his teeth, but Dylan just scowls and focuses his power.
"I know you're in there, Knull," Dylan spits, "I know you're connected to Cap."
Cap charges for Dylan.
"I hope you can feel this!" Dark wisps of abyss spill from Dylan's eyes as his power reaches an apex, and he thrusts his palm toward Cap to unleash it. "And I hope it hurts!!"
5. Wildcard
2 Memory Share
Jason recognizes the anxiety and fear the man's having for his son. He's heard it before years ago from Bruce. It's not exactly a happy moment but it's a sign of love and deep care.
Jason turns to the evening cityscape when Dylan and Eddie turn too. He knows it's New York but it reminds him of Gotham.
When Eddie transforms into Venom, Jason's surprised. He doesn't look like the Eddie Brock he met a few months ago. Then Jason's heart jumps when the Brocks make the leap.
Jason follows where they go. Like Eddie, Jason's not afraid. He uses a grappling gun instead of webs but the rhythm and the movements needed to swing from one building to another are similar. It's thrilling to do every time. It's a good moment to watch and making Jason nostalgic for the times he swung with others every night.
When the memory ends, Jason pulls away. It's far from the worst memory dive he's done but it wasn't a planned trip for him or for Dylan]
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Ciri | The Witcher
There are so many memories flooding to the surface in the midst of all the chaos, it's hard to say which one someone might end up finding themselves trapped in–
One thing is for certain, no matter what memory you find yourself tangled in, Ciri is flush full of the shock of it all. It's as bad as the Dol Dusza that Triss had done for her, a walk through memories she didn't always want to remember.
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Dylan isn't entirely certain what "it" is, as he's never been drawn into a memory in this way before. It doesn't help that it's not the memory of anyone he's ever met — for a moment, he's afraid he may have been drawn into another world. Again.
There's a dull, ambient light about the room that suggests it's much bigger than what he can see, but the details get hazy a few yards out in every direction, like he's standing in a dream. Maybe he is? By the look of things, wherever Dylan's landed, it isn't... modern.
The details get crisper as he moves closer to a central point — a bed against a wall. A girl is in the bed, and there's a man sitting by her side, holding some kind of... tool? To her right arm. Neither moves, and if it hadn't been for the rise and fall of the girl's chest as she breathed, he might have thought they were frozen.
The man looks up at her and speaks. "Are you certain?"
Dylan feels a twist in his gut, realizing that he seems to be intruding on... some kind of private moment, though he can't discern what it is. But even just standing here feels like a HIPAA violation or something.
The girl doesn't answer the man's question, but determination shines in her eyes. The juxtaposition of her intense gaze against her soft features is striking. She settles into the bed, turning up her nose and closing her eyes, but making no move to pull her arm away.
The air is tense around them, and the man lowers the tool to her arm.
"What are you doing?!"
The growl comes from somewhere behind Dylan, but before he can turn to look, a tall figure is walking right through him. Dylan jumps, frantically patting his chest to verify he's still intact, and then realizes... whatever's going on, he's not physically here. No one's reacted to his presence at all. Bolstered by this new information, he moves a little closer.
They're arguing about... something? The consequences of whatever she was about to do? He's barely getting it in broad strokes. He stands to the right of the tall, white-haired man who just entered, glancing between him and the girl — Sirenna? Serena? He spoke too fast for Dylan to catch it.
"I wanted to be like you."
That hits him hard. He remembers his own dad's mantra, "You will not inherit my darkness," how Dylan only learned later that the "darkness" his dad had so wanted to cleanse was everything that had made Dylan special, everything that had given him the power to save the world. Until the confluence that brought Dylan here, it had been gone. That decision had been made for him, without his input.
And the little wisps of frustration and resentment fluttering in his chest are enough to compel him to speak to the apparition of the tall white-haired man, even though Dylan knows he can't see or hear him — scowling and expressing his anger this way is cathartic. ]
Why doesn't she get to choose?
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( ii. meeting phasar )
( iii. closed to eddie )
( iv. wildcard )
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Things are bad where? Are you all right?
( venom has been aching to eat someone! give him a reason!!!! )
You don't have to watch Tom Cruise. The Office on repeat is plenty.
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Hibiki Tachibana | Senki Zesshou Symphogear
[1] Backlit Wings
[ Should you hold hands with Hibiki, one of many memories that you'll end up seeing seems... jubilant at first. It's a massive concert hall that's started to fill with people, the sound of chatter can be heard all around, as well as... ]Ah! My seat!
[ A much younger, 13-year-old Hibiki suddenly rushing past to squeeze past all of the people who have already sat down and get to her own seat. All things considered, she doesn't actually seem too different from the usual Hibiki.
The memory briefly cuts, the concert hall suddenly completely packed and the lights fully dimmed... and then the show starts.
If you think about it, it's kind of fitting. Hibiki fights by singing, and now you're seeing a memory of the first concert she went to. How sweet! Looks like you're in for a fun time—
And then everything promptly goes to shit.
An explosion in the center part of the stage, the sudden emergence of strange, almost transparent creatures, and... ]
IT'S THE NOISE!!
[ What was once a jubilant scene, two singers singing and dancing their hearts out together while countless fans cheered... takes a complete 180 in an instant. People are frantically running for their lives, running from the creatures that would suddenly turn both the human it touches and itself to carbon dust just by touching them. People trampling each other just to get ahead, and... ]
This is it, we are free to go anywhere, that we please, we will fly on our unseen wings!
We will take to the sky, soaring high once again, just don’t let despair hold you down!
We are one, don’t let this one chance slip away
It is time, don’t stay grounded because of fear
I could never have survived on my own, it’s all because of you, I’m so happy that we met, here in this world!
I will sing with you, till my voice gives out, at the end of time
For eternity, sing out with us!!
[ The sound of singing, the singers that were just performing are fighting back. While singing as well, just like Hibiki does here in Metaheroes. The red-haired girl—Kanade is her name—charges forward suddenly wearing an outfit extremely similar to what Hibiki was wearing when she approached you. The main difference being that the gauntlets that Hibiki punches with have instead come together to form a massive spear.
A massive spear that clearly holds a lot of power. Not only is Kanade safe from the disintegration effect of the Noise, but her attacks actually deal damage to the creatures, who have mysteriously changed color and now look more solid than before. The army of Noise that manifested out of nowhere turns to dust at a rapid pace as Kanade charges against them, the blue-haired girl she was singing with—Tsubasa is her name—following closely behind, now wearing another similar set of armor... albeit this time, more distinct from the one that Kanade can be seen wearing.
A sword and spear, their wielders singing their hearts out as they mow down the Noise, but there's simply too many of them, and as Kanade finishes off one of the larger noises, she suddenly slows down... ]
Tch...! So this is all I can do with a time limit...!?
[ Things start to take a turn for the worst. Kanade is suddenly on the defensive, and due to the collapsing concert hall, Hibiki ends up falling into the battlefield. She's saved by Kanade and shielded from the Noise attacking them, but Kanade's gear shatters under the strain, and...
Shrapnel flies off of Kanade like bullets, and Hibiki is struck directly in the chest.
Kanade urges her not to give up on living, and those words resonate with her. By all means, with a wound like this, she should just accept that this is it... but she doesn't. She doesn't give up on living, and she just barely hangs onto her life.
And as Hibiki lays there, clinging to life, Kanade sings her final song, the song that burns her life away, and the Noise are annihilated. The last thing that can be seen is Kanade falling to the ground, being cradled in the arms of Tsubasa... before eventually turning to dust in her arms. ]
[2] Beat of Awakening
[ Hibiki Tachibana, age 15, is yet again faced with the Noise.The memory opens up with her on the rooftop of a building, surrounded by Noise, and holding a terrified child close. There's nobody else around, the only way out of this is down, and there's no possible way for her to descend the ladder behind her faster than the Noise will move once she does.
There's no feasible way out of this. The girl clings to Hibiki, shaking with terror, and Hibiki holds her tight. This is it, there's no way she can climb back down faster than the Noise can get to her, they're both going to die— ]
DON'T GIVE UP ON LIVING...!!
[ She screams the words that were imparted onto her so long ago, and... ]
Balwisyall nescell Gungnir tron...
[ Those words, spoken with a strange harmony, spill out of Hibiki's mouth without thinking.
But it doesn't matter. She doesn't get a chance to question what she just sang... as light suddenly bursts out of her chest. The shape of the scar on her chest can be vaguely seen through her school uniform as it grows stronger and stronger, completely enveloping her before suddenly becoming a pillar or light shooting up into the sky.
The light swirls around her. Her uniform vanishes completely, her entire body glows with a blinding light, and Hibiki starts to feel something change. ]
U-Ugh... agh...!
[ Something is happening. Something is happening inside her. Something that was dormant is suddenly awake and she can feel her chest growing hot. She could swear that her canines are sharpening.
She falls forward, now on her hands and knees, and the light is suddenly sucked back into her body. It's silent for about a second, and— ]
Uugh...! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHH...!!!!
[ Massive machinery suddenly bursts out of her back, reaching high into the sky before being sucked back in. Hibiki shrieks in what seems like pain as it immediately bursts free again, even more machinery this time... before falling back into Hibiki.
And suddenly, armor has formed around her.
Mechanisms whir to life and click together, forming her headset, gauntlets, boots, and everything else.
And finally... she stands. The new wielder of the Gungnir Symphogear.
Strangely, the bestial feeling immediately subsides, and Hibiki looks down at herself in complete confusion. You can't really blame her, this isn't something that just happens to you, but she knows one thing. It's that she has to save this girl, and she has a feeling somehow that she has the power to do it now.
She scoops the girl up, not paying attention to the fact that her lips are moving without her trying to. Not paying attention to the words she's suddenly speaking—no, singing that feel like they're bubbling up from deep inside her heart.
She turns and dashes away from the Noise toward the ladder... and suddenly leaps way too far than any human should normally be capable of. ]
H-Huh!? W-What!? UUUUUUWAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!
[ What happens next is... almost comical. Hibiki is shrieking as she falls from a deadly height... but then she lands on the ground, forming a small crater beneath her feet, but... completely unharmed? AND FOR SOME REASON SHE'S STILL SINGING???
From there on, it's a lot of flailing around from a girl who definitely suddenly has way more power than she could ever suddenly be expected to control. At the very least, even if she's slamming into everything, she's managing to avoid the Noise.
Eventually, though, one of the creatures gets the drop on her. She can't jump away in time, and so instinctively she swings her arm at it, and...!
The creature is bashed away, turning black and dissolving into dust because of the blow, and leaving Hibiki in awe at how she just beat a Noise.
Fortunately for her, she is then bailed out of this mess by a blue-haired girl speeding onto the scene on a motorcycle, and transforming the same way Hibiki just did. She cleans up the Noise with swift and powerful attacks, singing her song as she cuts through each and every one of them. In almost an instant, all of the Noise in the area is reduced to nothingness, as Hibiki gazes up at her in awe. ]
[3] Berserk Rampage (CW: Dismemberment)(It's fine she grows it back)(SEASON 2 SPOILERS)
[ A full moon hangs in the night sky... though maybe we can't exactly call it a "full" moon, considering the massive chunk missing from the thing and the ring that has formed around it as a result. Yep, that's the moon in Hibiki's world.The memory starts immediately with the sound of battle. Hibiki and two other girls are doing battle against the Noise in this barren location, illuminated by the broken moon hanging behind a decrepit tower. Nearby is a man holding a silver staff with a purple gem embedded in it, firing green light from the gem... and Noise appearing wherever the light lands.
While the Wielders battle the Noise, the man summoning them answers their questions. A reveal that the Moon is set to fall on Earth, that the nations monitoring it have hidden this information from the public...
Suddenly, bursting out of the ground is a large grotesque creature, bursting out from the ground and sending Chris flying into Tsubasa. Another Noise spawns, spewing a net of webbing over them and effectively immobalizing them for the other creature—the Nephilim—to attack.
Fortunately for them, there's still Hibiki. ]
Echo out, echo out! (my beating heart!), singing loud, singing proud, (my beating heart!)
It’s okay, (don’t worry now) these words will become my strength!
[ Hibiki battles the Nephilim, and it's frankly one-sided. The Nephilim clearly boasts immense strength, but Hibiki is much, much faster. She drives her fist into the creature again and again, her martial arts overwhelming the beast... though even if it's not fast enough to land a good blow on Hibiki, it's evidently plenty durable, as even a piston-boosted punch from Hibiki failed the deal significant damage. ]
Hero of the Lunar Attack!! What do your fists protect!?
Even if, my life ends, (withers away!), holding on, hand in hand, (the warmth of my soul!)
Leaves something behind, passes something on, so look towards, the future
Stand tall with pride and believe that I’ll be reborn as a gorgeous flower…!
[ Still, she can win this. She's stronger than it. She blasts forward using her gear, but light from the man's staff is suddenly fired again, spawning even more Noise in her path. It still doesn't matter. It's just Noise, Hibiki can tear through each and every one with ease.
But... the man keeps talking. ]
Even as you use your fists to protect someone, you're killing even more people as a result!!
[ ...something about his words strikes Hibiki and she freezes, eyes wide.
It was only a moment's pause, a brief second of hesitation. All of the Noise have been defeated, and now it's just the Nephilim. She can't focus on him right now. Right now, all she needs to do is defeat— ]
CRUNCH
[ She throws her fist forward, and in a sudden boost of speed, the Nephilim opens it's massive mouth around her fist, and... ]
...Eh?
[ ...bites down. Hibiki's expression freezes in shock. What is this. What's happened. What just—
There's a painful tearing sound as the Nephilim lifts it's head up and rips Hibiki's right arm clean off. ]
TACHIBANAAAAAAAAA!!!
[ Blood rapidly gushes from her lost arm. There's no scream. Not yet. By all means, it looks like Hibiki is in shock. The man has a wicked grin on his face, the Nephilim chews and swallows the arm is just took.
She clutches area where her arm once was, looking up at the Nephilim as it consumes her arm. Fear starts to set in despite the shock, and she screams.
She's not listening anymore. She can't. The man is screaming and raving fanatically about how the Nephilim has finally eaten a Symphogear. Her friends scream her name in desperate panic. The man continues to go on about... something or other. Something about the Nephilim being some kind of complete relic reactor that eats other power sources to increase it's own. He continues his ravings as the Nephilim starts to glow, growing larger and more powerful...
Hibiki doesn't care.
Hibiki isn't listening. ]
Nnn...! Grra...!!
[ Hibiki isn't here anymore.
The blood gushing out of her suddenly comes to a halt. Her chest glows, and from her chest surges a deep darkness that swallows Hibiki whole... her eyes still wide with the pain and fear from before as the inky blackness consumes that as well.
She slowly rises to her feet, the blackness covering her completely like a silhouette. A low, gutteral growl emanates from the figure resembling Hibiki... and when she raises her head, bright red eyes shine with rage and lock onto the Nephilim. ]
Hnnn...! GRRAAAAAH...!!
[ Two beasts now face off, Hibiki's scarf now hanging suspended in the air like wings, which also serve to make her seem just as large as the Nephilim. It's not accurate in the slightest.
By all means, Hibiki should be larger.
If the Nephilim earlier could be equated to a punching bag, then the Nephilim now can only be described as prey. Hibiki lets out an echoing roar, lifting the nub of her right arm out as the darkness suddenly shoots out, expanding and taking the shape of an arm to replace the one that was lost.
It's a brutal beatdown. The Nephilim doesn't stand a chance. It lands one hit that sends Hibiki flying, and she immediately returns and continues to brutalize the creature. The man screeches with panic, summoning even more Noise to try and protect the Nephilim.
It does little more than distract Hibiki for a brief moment.
The Nephilim tries to run, but it can't escape. Hibiki slams it into the ground and thrusts her hand into it's back, her hand piercing the thick skin of the Nephilim with ease as she feels around inside it's body for something...
And then she finds it. She mercilessly tears her arm out, now gripping what could only be the Nephilim's heart.
It falls limp, but even that isn't enough. It has to be destroyed. All of it.
Her arm forms into the shape of a spear, and Hibiki plunges it into the hole she just made. If there was any chance of the Nephilim surviving now... there wasn't anymore. ]
Wildcard!
So! As you may have noticed, these memories are pretty... heavy. Still, they are the most interesting ones I could think of... that isn't just Hibiki doing something absurdly cool. THAT BEING SAID!! If you would rather your character see a... less heavy memory (Hibiki has done a lot of cool shit, man, her memories can blow your character away), feel free to message and plot with me on my plurk,1)
[In the times they've interacted so far she's always seemed so sunny and optimistic.]
[It reminds him a lot of Willow. And Luz, too. There's a brightness both of them have that he struggles with. Even after joining team good guy and lightening up a little, sunny optimism is still a little beyond him.]
[He doesn't look down on it the way some would, the people that might call it naive. He understands it for the strength it is, has seen some of his friends wield it as strength.]
[That it came after such hardship makes it all that much more powerful.]
[His hand tightens in hers.]
I kind of just thought you were naive.
[Great opener, Hunter.]
I mean originally! It's just you're so perky!
I never would've guessed that you went through something like that. [He shakes his head.] I know how strong someone has to be to face something that awful and still be so...positive.
[He looks away.]
Mainly because I'm not.
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billy hargrove - stranger things
— before the tide comes in
They live close to the beach. It’s a nice house, he thinks. Two bedrooms with a yard; their porch is something like old Southern houses, except where it’s small and doesn’t wrap around the house. They’re six in a row, most of them all filled with kids Billy’s age.
The seasalt air fills their lungs all year long. Billy loves the smell, likes to inhale it deep with his mother in the morning, him with his cereal and her with her coffee.
“You know,” she says, fingers smoothing gently through the silk of his blond curls. “I saw a very groovy looking board down by the pier.”
Billy looks at her, big blue eyes wide with glee. “A big one?”
“Mmm, not quite.”
He pouts, sipping the milk from his bowl. “Jessie Lawrence has a huge board!”
“Jessie Lawrence is fourteen and nearly seven feet,” she says, grinning. “That’s at least two years off for you, mister.” Billy is pulled into a tight squeeze, cheeks red with the effort of sulking. The air smells clean and pure, the early sun lighting them both up as the dream fizzles and and resettles.
“Lorrie,” comes a voice from inside, impossibly loud. She tenses. “Where is my damn tie -“ and Lorrie Hargrove squeezes Billy one last time.
“Go get your packback,” she says, soft. “While I help daddy get ready for work.”
They both go back in, and Bill glances at the living room, sees his father’s face like thunder, and quietly rinses his plate. The yelling is nonsensical - he can’t remember what was said, just that in the end his mother fixes Neil’s tie, asks him to lower his voice.
“Maybe if you would put things where they’re supposed to be,” he says, snatching his tie from her grip. He catches Billy’s eye from the entrance, sees those big baby blues widened in fear, curls around him like a halo. “Jesus, Lor, I told you he needed a hair cut. You want the kids thinking we’re raising a fag?”
— lonely nights make lonely fights
They’re screaming again. Billy is twelve, taller now with his curls just growing back out. He watches his father yell words like slut and bitch, because his mother had a friend from work drop her off home.
He watches his father lift a hand and strike, watches his mother strike back, watches how it becomes a cacophony of broken plates and his mother sobbing.
It repeats. Billy is still twelve: there are books on the table, a word he can’t quite remember how to spell. His hair has been cut shorter again, a stray curl curling across his forehead in defiance. His father calls him stupid, while his mother tells him Billy needs patience.
It goes much the same.
It repeats, again. Billy has ocean soaked hair. He’s trying to tell her father how high his waves were, but all Neil cares about is the undone homework due Monday. The dishes left to dry and not put away. He lifts a hand, he strikes, and Billy grabs at him, tugs and tugs.
“Don’t hurt her!” he screams, voice hoarse. He’s pushed for his efforts, his head hits the edge of a chair and the last thing he remembers is his mother screaming his name before it goes black, the dream fading.
— it’s getting boring by the sea.
His mother is gone. She calls on Saturday’s, though. They have the same conversation. He begs her to come and get home. She tells him soon, tells him she needs time to get settled. She tells him to be a good boy.
His father snatches the phone, watches him like a hawk while he takes up the load of his mothers chores. “You’ll learn responsibility,” he says, squeezing Billy’s shoulders. “You’re going to be a man soon, William.”
The memory shifts; Billy’s fourteen. He’s not as tall as Jessie Lawrence, but he’s got his board. He’s on the basketball team because he couldn’t do baseball. It’s a sore spot, a source of friction. Lorrie liked basketball, though, so he plays.
Neil’s dating again. They don’t last. Billy has to treat them all with respect though, like they’re not going to remind Neil of Lorrie and cause a meltdown.
Bilky dates too. His first girlfriend is Helen McCluskey. She’s a gymnast. She asks him out by giving him a vinyl, and Billy falls in love fast. They date for six months until Neil sees who they’re double dating with, who Helen’s best friends with. “We don’t associate with those kinds of people, William,” he says, quiet.
Billy argues. He gets a bruised rib for his trouble. Almost loses his arm for the rest of the basketball season.
He and Helen break up a week later, and the dream shifts. Billy’s fifteen, he’s taller, he’s a little meaner. He’s friends with the kids who rule the hallways, he listens to metal and he fucks around because that’s easier than risking his dad finding a reason to teach him a lesson.
Susan’s in the picture, now. Eight months in, Neil is happy. Maxine is fine - she likes his music, she likes the same milkshakes as he does. He learns to drive while she learns to skate. They’re good; they’re okay.
Billy has a best friend, though. Max likes him: thinks he’s funny. He is - he’s an all American dream, has his dad laughing when he comes for Billy on the weekends for their double dates. Mason Wright is a good influence for two whole years.
Billy is sixteen - almost seventeen - when his dad catches them kissing under the porchlight after a long night of partying. The stars are bright, the streets are quiet, and Billy pulls him in by the hips, kisses him deep and long, and it’s a perfect moment that is all theirs until it isn’t.
(He learns later that Max is the one who said god, what is taking him so long out there.)
They move two months later. Quick, fast. Mason’s family don’t press charges, and Billy figures it’s only because they don’t want the scandal. When he looks down, he thinks he can still see Mason’s blood on his knuckles. Can still hear Neil’s threats ringing.-
— let’s consider a change of scenery
In Hawkins, Billy is warned.
“You leave that faggotry behind,” he says, fingers gripping Billy’s jaw tight. “You hear me? You focus on school, you look after your damn sister and you stay out of fucking trouble.”
Billy wants to laugh with the absurdity of it. Like Neil didn’t make him beat Mason within an inch of his life because otherwise he’d do it.
He’s seventeen, he’s too fucking old for this shit, to be babysitting his step-sister. Hawkins is a real shit hole, too. Makes him angry, makes him want to vibrate out of his skin. It’s easy to establish himself, though. He’s all California tan and muscle, and small town girls love a bad boy.
He doesn’t make friends, really, but he finds a crowd. The dream moves and fades with the memories of Tommy, Carol, of Tina and Heather.
They’re at a party. Something wild, in the peak of summer. Billy’s smoking a joint in the quiet of an alcove when Tommy comes through and starts ranting about Steve. When he’s done, Billy passes him the joint, watches the tension roll off of him. They talk much quieter alone, about the future. About girls. About fucking anything that isn’t Tommy’s hate boner for Steve Harrington.
Billy catches him looking, though. Like he sees Billy with reverence, awe, respect. He tells him how he’s saved the town from mediocrity and Billy laughs, a little mean, and says: “Jesus, Hagan. You wanna suck my dick that bad then just do it.”
He watches Tommy sneer. Watches him wet his lips, hears him say “fuck you,” as he steps forward and drops to his knees. The dream fades, fast.
— dream a little dream
He wakes up alone. His tongue feels heavy in his mouth, and the room spins. All around him are strange pictures on the wall, nightmarish and disorientating. Billy vomits on the Byer’s floor, drags himself up to the sink and runs the tap. It’s all one movement, it feels like. He sticks his head under the tap, drinks and blinks through the cold shock of it.
He stumbles through the house, whispers what the fuck as he goes outside and finds his fucking car gone.
Then, Billy panics. The kids are gone. Maxine is gone, and he doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know what the fuck to do, except walk. Walk, walk, walk, until his feet hurt, until he’s dragging himself into his house, to the bathroom, where he vomits again.
Susan stands at the door, frantic. “Billy -“
“Where’s Maxine, William?”
And Billy moans, head in the toilet, and hisses: “I don’t fucking know, sir.”
He hears Susan back up, hears her run down the hall to check outside. Neil’s grabbing him by the hair before he can even blink. The thing about having your face crash into porcelain is that it hurts. Neil screams, calls him a drunken, queer waste of space, and something in Billy snaps. Again.
It happens somewhere between the bathroom and the kitchen; his nose is bleeding, his jaw fucking hurts. Billy gets so fucking angry and fights back. Fights until he’s on top of his father like he’d been on top of Steve earlier, Susan screaming for them to stop.
He isn’t sure who it is that calls the police, in the end, just that he ends up spending the night in a cell, a pack of ice to his face while his father says no, I won’t be pressing charges. A night in here should do it.
It’s here he decides he’s getting the fuck out. That he’s accepting the scholarship to UCLA sitting in his top drawer, and Max can fend for her fucking self.
— rock you like a hurricane
Karen Wheeler is drop dead fucking gorgeous.
Billy’s known this for months. Summer comes, and he turns eightteen. He takes up a job to pay for his gas when he finally leaves this shit hole behind. He gets lucky with Heather, gets even luckier when Karen starts showing up, all blond hair and and tanned legs.
It’s a real stupid crush. A stupid teenage fantasy, but he flirts and she flirts back and he thinks fuck it, what does he have to fucking lose? He’ll be gone in three months anyway.
She comes out of the water drenched, a real life Helen of Troy and Billy’s only human.
“You know I could teach,” he says, voice dripping. He watches her fluster, watches her shine under his attention. He would be doing them both a favour, really: can’t imagine Mr Wheeler’s done anything except squander her.
So he gets her to say yes, to come meet him just out of town. One last affair, one last thing before he’s out of here.
It turns black, the sky cracking red. His skin forms his leather jacket, tight jeans. He’s covered in dirt, hair drenched, screaming I don’t understand at himself.
He says it over and over and over and his clothes melt again, shirt to white vest, hair still drenched, and he’s crying. Always crying, always, always -
The thing pierces him at every angle. He’s sobbing, he’s so fucking scared. He says “I’m sorry,” and then Billy Hargrove sees black.
boring by the sea (cw homophobic language)
She doesn't understand where she is right away— Why would she? She's never been to California. But those curls... Even on a younger face, she would know that that's Billy. It's uncomfortable at first, watching him with his dad. Still uncomfortable watching him with Helen McCluskey, albeit for different reasons. But when she sees Billy with Mason, that's when it starts to feel like she's intruding on something she shouldn't be allowed to see. She sees Billy happy, with this guy who makes him that way. And she knows it's going to end because Billy came to Hawkins, but she doesn't know what's going to happen in between.
When they're standing on the porch, something inside Robin twists. How many times has she wanted this? To steal a secret kiss from the person who makes her happy, knowing that it has to be a secret kiss because you can't say the quiet stuff out loud, without—
Well, without this happening. There's shouting, and fighting, and Robin flinches, finally turning away.
This should have been private. She shouldn't have seen any of this. Sure, she already knows Billy is into guys, but they haven't actually talked about it, aside from her role as Steve's support. They haven't talked as two faggots, commiserating about how hard it is to love someone the same sex as you. Because no one here knows that about her except Steve.
She wishes the memory would end and she could go back to not knowing any of this about Billy. But she can't. And now that she knows, now that she's seen...
The tears come whether she wants them to or not.
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let’s consider a change of scenery
rock you like a hurricane
Jaskier ♫ The Witcher (Netflix)
Not to lock everyone on the same two or three memories, and to avoid triggering descriptions on my top level, I'm making a bullet list! So choose what you want your character to see and I'll tl;dr to you.
Warning included for most of these: swearing.
A. Childhood memories - these are only for established CR, feel free to contact me if you want to know if your character applies. Jaskier grew up in a conservative noble house with a different name, so this is a good chance to find out about that.
1. His grandmother introducing him to music, teaching him how to play the harp, and calling him "buttercup" (that's what "Jaskier" means).
2. His brother trying to teach him how to fence (lots of talks about his future and putting pressure on a child's shoulders to fit with the family's expectations).
3. Climbing trees and just being a troublemaking child in general. (This can be a happy one or a cw one if you want his parents scolding him on proper viscount behavior).
4. His father breaking his flute (cw for verbal abuse, demining vocabulary, putting expectations on a child's shoulders).
5. His father finding out he likes boys too (cw homophobia, demining vocabulary, yelling at a child, you see where this is going).
6. His grandmother passing away, visiting the grave with his sister.
7. The day he left the house for good and got disowned (cw teenager arguing with his father, demining vocabulary, classism, general bigotry).
B. University days
1. Just general Jaskier learning to live on his own now that daddy isn't supporting him. Learning to sew, getting a job, etc (maybe a little warning for classism?).
2. Buying his first lute.
3. Visiting a shady alley to acquire forbidden books and working as a scribe copying them (this is a positive memory and the people selling them are cool, but the discussion may include some commentary on how much their society sucks).
C. Adulthood
1. Meeting Geralt. If you only want the initial meeting, then the only warning is his song mentioning abortion (I'm not kidding). If you want to see their whole first adventure together and why Jaskier believes in him so much, then warning for punching/kicking and racism against fantasy races.
2. Writing Toss a coin and the success that has brought him, like teaching tenure. Publishing books (regular poetry and books with "forbidden" topics under a pseudonym).
3. Stitching Geralt's injuries for the first time (cw minor blood, puking).
4. His failed romance with the Countess de Stael (minor warning for a relationship going sour because they want different things, some arguing).
5. Getting his books burned by the church (cw censorship, sexism, homophobia, bad religious practices).
6. Finding out his friend Essi died from the plague, having to retrieve her body from a pile.
7. Getting a crush on a prostitute.
8. The whole Bath before Cintra banquet scene which is #nohomo as fuck, no really guys, it totally is, these are BFFs, what do you mean you don't rub chamomile on your friend's lovely bottom? Seriously though, philosophical talk.
9. Experiencing bigotry for singing positively about a witcher - it can only be verbal or there can be punching as well, your choice (cw racism against fantasy races, homophobia, slut-shaming).
10. Hitting on a woman that turns out to be a bruxa (a kind of vampire) and getting rescued just in time (cw blood from Geralt killing the vampire, may be a bit gory).
11. Being chased out of towns by cuckold husbands or angry fathers/brothers.
12. Accidentally starting fights in taverns to defend Geralt (cw slut shaming, racism against fantasy races).
13. (cw gore) Holding Geralt's guts from a huge injury.
14. Hearing his brother got married, hearing his brother had kids, hearing his sister got married, and getting hella drunk.
15. Meeting Yennefer, getting threatened by her, meeting her through the years, and insulting each other all the time (cw boobs).
16. Witcher and bard monster of the week hijinks. Seeing monsters in general, lmk if you want to see a particular beast or I'll choose at random.
17. Jaskier singing The Witcher's Third Sword to try to get Geralt a discount at the brothel (cw bigotry against witchers, sex work).
18. Geralt yelling at him after the dragon hunt and Jaskier leaving him for good (cw for Geralt being an ass).
19. The raid of Bleobheris, a neutral place where all thinkers could gather. All Elves got killed. (cw violence, racism against fantasy races)
20. Jaskier becoming The Sandpiper and smuggling the elves out of the Northern Kingdoms while working with risky benefactors
21. Meeting with Yennefer and suddenly getting along as they bond over being better without Geralt and the dangers of losing your place on Earth and being hunted as "the other" (cw discussion of fantasy racism and censorship)
22. Being captured and tortured for information about Geralt while Jaskier was still mad at him (cw fire, some blood)
Feel free to choose more than one, I'm happy to do a ton. If someone already chose the one you want I'm happy to repeat it as well, don't be shy. Get all that trauma. /sagenod
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Harry Osborn | CLOSED to Five
"Remember, Master Osborn, Regina will be here to pick you up promptly at 8 o'clock."
The boy turns, caught between the lessons which have been drilled into him to behave and respect your elders, and the desire to protest that he wants to spend more time with his friend. The driver seems to anticipate the argument, however, and talks over the boy before he can even open his mouth to speak.
"8 o'clock, Master Osborn. Don't forget."
And with that, the driver's window rolls up, reflective dark glass hiding his face, as he pulls out from the curb and drives away.
The boy balls his fists and looks upset, but he doesn't have much time to stew in that negative emotion before there's another young voice calling his name.
"Harry!"
He turns, his expression immediately brightening as he sees who's coming, and he takes off in a run.
"Peter!"
Down the street, another young boy lets go of his guardian's hand and starts running to meet Harry in the middle. They crash into one another and start animatedly talking about their respective days at school. They're both more animated with each other than they ever are apart, and though Harry is happier just to listen to Peter's stories of his public school kindergarten than he is to share any stories of his own, he engages easily in the conversation, asking Peter questions and responding with wide eyes, full of wonder.
As they head back towards the house where Harry was dropped off, Peter turns around suddenly, beckoning back towards his guardian.
"Mom—! My picture! I wanna show Harry!"
The woman smiles as the boys eagerly wait for her to catch up, and withdraws a piece of paper from Peter's tiny backpack. Peter takes it and holds it proudly for Harry to see. Drawn on it in crayon are several different species of dinosaurs, with carefully scrawled names labeling each one.
"Look," he says, pointing out each dinosaur. "This one's the T-Rex, he's the king! And here's the Triceratops. This one's the Brachiosaurus, and then this one's the Apatosaurus."
"Those are the same one!" Harry interjects, a bit annoyed that Peter might try to trick him with the same dinosaur twice.
"No, they're different!" Peter pleads, but Harry interrupts him before he can explain.
"Just because you colored one of them blue and the other one green..."
"Nooooo, they're completely different!" Peter stands next to Harry, shoulder-to-shoulder, holding the page and carefully pointing out how the Brachiosaurus has long front legs and short back legs, whereas the Apatosaurus has long back legs and short front legs. "And the Apatosaurus' tail is way longer than the Brachiosaurus' tail, see?"
Harry frowns, still not seeing it. "They look the same..."
"Well they're not." Peter rolls up the paper, putting an end to the argument.
"Which is the one you have the toy of?" Harry asks, not done with his line of questioning, but Peter rolls his eyes in an exaggerated motion.
"That's a Diplodocus, that's completely different!"
The two boys continue their discussion as they climb the steps to Peter's house and head inside.
Angela | Marvel-616
MEMORIES
DREAMS
vision 2 cause ya
He's at Angela's side as she sits at the dinner table, and he tugs at one of her ribbons to separate her from the rest of the story. (He had read ahead, and determined this was the best place to do so.) Sera and Leah remain still in the panel, never separating. Loki can't seem to look away from them.]
... She's pretty. [Realizing something, he adds,] Sera. I approve, though it's not as if any of us have ever cared for our family's approval on those matters.
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Mayuko Shiraki | Fruits Basket
[Maybe it is the increasing anti-meta sentiment. Or seeing the world being pulled into the cracks of nothingness one brick at a time. Whatever the case, Mayuko's subconscious did not read the Willow Maiden's assignment completely. There are no accomplishments or victories to be seen tonight.
Your current location is a house with a corridor that is open to a courtyard on the side. Its tiled roof matches those you can see looming over the house's high walls. It is difficult to tell what time it is supposed to be, but clouds block the sky and a cold gust blows along the hallway. No other people can be seen. However, an odd set of sounds reach your ears.
The click of nails (or claws) against wood. Rustling, skittering. The crunch of hoof on the stones outside. The house's timbers creak under the weight of... something on the roof. Something massive.
But there! You can hear a human voice from deeper within. It's all my fault. It's all my fault.
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Wildcard Dreams: Post-Maiden-Encounter
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And while only two of the party were proper ghosts, all three moved just as silently through the house--more out of habit on Nox's part than any actual intention to do so--both to study the unfamiliar design and to discover the origins of whatever was responsible for the strange noises. The Sith's armored robes were more than enough to ward off the cold, though he could do little to prevent them from rustling in the wind and potentially providing an early warning of his presence. Though, given the strange creaks and clawing, that might not pose much of a problem.
Whether those same robes might cause his presence to be mistaken for a hostile one as he moved further into the strange building to seek out its other occupant remained to be seen.]
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Doreen Green | marvel comics | OTA!
Monkey Joe!
[ Ten-year-old Doreen is crying and ranting into a stuffed Uglydoll, who, as far as she's concerned, is her only friend and confidant. Her family has just moved to a new town, again, and literally everyone in class hates her. (This probably isn't the case, but Doreen's ten, and it feels that way - plus, her doll isn't gonna argue with her!) Her buck teeth have already earned her the nickname 'rodent', and her classmates don't even know she's hiding a literal tail down her pants, she'll get bullied even more if they ever find out, and...
And... and there's a squirrel at the window, chirping at her. Mid-sentence, the chirps turn into actual speech, and the fact that she can suddenly understand the squirrel comes as a big surprise to them both. They're interrupted by a yappy neighbourhood dog chasing after the squirrel, and when Doreen shoos him away with her tail, the squirrel - Monkey Joe, her new best friend - thanks her for saving him, and gives the shy, insecure Doreen a pep talk that she'll remember for the rest of her life. ]
New York!
[ New York is so much different from California. Ten-year-old Doreen loves it instantly; tagging along on a business trip with her parents won't be enough, she wants to move here and live in a tree in Central Park and fight all the bad guys, and have awesome superhero team-ups with Iron Man and Captain America!
Tonight, her parents are busy having dinner with her dad's boss, so it's just her and Monkey Joe hanging out in their family's hotel room, eating pizza and watching one of those big superhero throwdowns on the evening news. This stuff just doesn't happen in California. Doreen has a huge grin on her face, and stars in her eyes.
"I think these guys probably have it handled," Monkey Joe says, from atop her head. "Let's go for a walk around the block, see if there's any local crime to fight, huh? I'm pretty sure your parents would kill me if they got back to the hotel, and we were halfway across the city fighting a Green Goblin or something."
"Aw yeah! We're here to fight crime and, uh... have a good time!"
"... We'll work on the catchphrase." ]
Dr. Doom just gets absolutely clowned on
[ So hey, today's been pretty great! Fourteen-year-old Doreen just met Iron Man, her favourite superhero ever, and while he didn't take her on as a sidekick like she hoped, and they did sort of get kidnapped by this weird armored guy named Dr. Doom, they aren't in immediate danger anymore. Doreen's squirrels have chewed through the wiring of the airship that they're trapped in, which means that it's just a matter of incapacitating Doom, and then getting out of here.
"Oh, don't worry about Mr. Grim Mask," Doreen says, giving Iron Man a big grin. "My critters are teaching him a big lesson."
She's right. Once they turn the corner, they can see that Dr. Doom, the big bad himself, is just getting swarmed.
"Confound these wretched rodents! For every one I fling away, a dozen more vex me!!" ]
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Okay, that was funny and effective.
[His helmet's hiding his facial impression but his tone suggests he's impressed]
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Darth Nox | Star Wars
{I'm begging you, please wake me up}
At first, this all felt like the most pleasant dream Nox has had in ages. Outside wanderers might disagree of course, as, all things considered, this was a fight for survival in the depths of the void: the final confrontation with the Immortal Emperor, deep in the recesses of Nox's own subconscious mind. While unmistakably dark--in more ways than one, given whose mind it was, and the fact the Emperor had already begun reshaping it in his image--there was still a strange, ethereal serenity to be found. A literally timeless island, floating high above the clouds and suspended amongst the stars. A place where even flames hung frozen in the air.
It was the sort of place Nox would have gladly lost himself in, if it weren't for the man he was there to kill. Though calling the Emperor a mere man wasn't appropriate. If it were anyone else, even Nox might have believed that he'd been one once, but by all accounts the Emperor had been a wretched affront to nature even as a child. And now, that cursed spawn of Dramath had grown into a malignant force that posed an existential threat to every last living thing in the galaxy. Even now his power served him well, and even with the aid of the monster's children Nox could do little more than annoy him. Any blow that did somehow get past his defenses may as well have been mere words of disapproval from the most insignificant speck riding atop the tiniest of insects. But that was only true so long as the Emperor still had his power.
This was Nox's mind. The Emperor's power was only his so long as Nox allowed it. And once Nox realized that, the tide of battle turned. This was his mind, and his will was the only real power here. Something the Emperor realized far, far too late. And as far as dreams went, if he had his pick Nox would have gladly revisited the experience of finally cutting down the galaxy's greatest monster a thousand more times and never tire of it. But the fact that Nox was dreaming was itself a problem: These days, his dreams were never this pleasant. And this time would prove no exception.
Once the blinding light that followed the destruction of the Emperor's spirit faded, Nox didn't wake up at the foot of the Eternal Throne, but instead found himself someplace much, much more familiar. It was no longer Nox's mind, but a barren, desiccated, lifeless landscape of dust and ash. He was standing outside the silent ruins of a dead city in a wasteland that stretched for miles in every under a sky darkened by enormous clouds of ash. For a few precious moments, there was nothing to be heard but an oppressive silence, only occasionally broken by the occasional gust of wind or the distant sound of rocks tumbling free from jagged cliffs.
At least, until the screams returned. Millions of them.
They were distant at first, but soon it was a deafening chorus that assaulted the ears from everywhere and nowhere all at once. And with them comes a flood of sensations, not just for Nox, but for any unfortunate soul stranded here with him: The final, agonizing moments of a world faced with its impending demise. A million desperate hopes that they would somehow be spared, the primal urge to run and never look back, even the pained resignation of countless lives who chose to spend their final moments consoling those they held most dear. Nox and the interlopers would be subjected to a swirling maelstrom of human suffering that turned seconds into an eternity before one final flash of pain as millions were torn apart and consumed. And then...nothing. The dead world was silent once more.
It wasn't clear when he'd realized someone else was here with him, especially since even now he refused to so much as look at them--his gaze remained fixed on the darkened and lifeless remnants of what had once been New Adasta. He could only bring himself to offer a few brief words to acknowledge whoever had joined him in his dreams:
"...I'm sorry."
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It's a dream, and Mark wishes he could wake up. He knows it's a dream. He had tapped into the powers of a Dream-Walker before. Knowing the truth of a dream isn't so hard for him, but the pain of it.
"Fuck," he groans, falling to his knees next to the other dream-presence. "I think I liked it better when I was trapped in musical theater dreams where everyone confessed their worst feelings with song."
otto octavius | mcu
a: daedalus
b: arachnophobia
ii. nightmares
a: icarus
b: iatrophobia
iii. wildcard
arachnophobia (the first part!)
Doreen is suddenly very, very glad that she never had to fight her universe's Doc Ock.
It's hard not to think of Kraven the Hunter back home, and how horrified she'd been once she read his rap sheet at the police station ("Sergei 'Kraven' Kravenoff, you killed Spider-Man?!" "He got better!"). But... Kraven had meant it when he said that he was trying to be a better person, and she's never seen Otto be this casually cruel before, so... he probably meant it too. She hopes.
Man, she wishes that Kraven were here. Maybe they could start a support group or something. ]
You, uh... you really weren't kidding about the dad jokes, huh?
[ 'You have a train to catch', oof! ]
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chrissy cunningham | stranger things
Good Girls Don't
Chrissy Elizabeth Cunningham.
[The girl that's currently sobbing doesn't look any older than about seven or eight, her braided pigtails and her little yellow dress covered in mud. Her mother is supposed to be consoling her, but instead she's looking down at Chrissy with something close to disgust.]
Good girls don't roll around in the mud like little pigs. [Chrissy tries to cry quietly as her mother grabs her chin and tips her face up to look at her.]
But look at that belly you're getting. You're like a filthy little pig, aren't you? [Her belly is tickled, her mother's manicured nails too sharp, and Chrissy can't even fake a laugh. Her heart is racing, eyes wide as she tries to figure out how to fit into her mother's definition of being a good girl.]
I think it's time we stopped having treats, sweetheart. Pretty girls aren't fat girls.
[It's the first time Chrissy looks in the mirror and sees her flat belly as being something bad.
The scene blurs, shifting into something where Chrissy is a teenager. She's crouched at a toilet at school, and wipes at her mouth. When she picks herself up to stand, she's on shaky legs. She washes her face and looks at herself in the mirror, turning to see how she looks at a side view. Her hands press down against her stomach like the effort might make her smaller than she already is. Unsatisfied, she puts a perfect fake smile on her face and heads out into the hallways to join her boyfriend and his friends. It doesn't matter that she doesn't really have any actual friends of her own. She's the most popular girl at school. The Queen of Hawkins. No one notices that her smiles are forced and she's trapped in trying to fit into her mother's version of perfection. Maybe if she keeps trying harder, she'll eventually be small enough to make her mother happy.
Then again, as her boyfriend kisses her cheek and teases her about eating his fries at lunch, maybe she won't ever be small enough in any sense of the word. Her smile remains, even when she wants to crawl out of her own skin.]
Seasons Change
[Chrissy is about twelve and in middle school. It's the night of the talent show, and she and some of her friends from the school cheer team are practicing their stunts backstage. But she's distracted by the band that's out on stage playing. They're about the same as any other middle school garage band, but the sound of the music is unlike anything she's ever heard before.
She slips away from her friends to watch the band play. Corroded Coffin is a sight for a sheltered small town girl to behold. And the boy in the lead, with his shaved head, and his handmade shirt, capture her interest. She watches until they finish their set, and cheers loudly from backstage.
It's after she and her friends perform their cheers and stunts that she runs into the boy backstage. She knows he's Eddie Munson. Everyone in town knows who Eddie Munson is. He compliments her flips, and she thinks that maybe he's nicer than everyone says he is. They smile and talk about each other's acts for a little while, until his band shows up and her friends pull her away. Her smile is bright as she eagerly waves goodbye, telling him she'll see him at school on Monday.
Years pass in a blur, a jumble of colors and images that flow together to represent a passage of time. Now seniors in high school, the two sit across from one another at a picnic table. He dramatically presses his hand over his chest and falls out of the picnic table, and she laughs in disbelief that someone is this over the top and ridiculous. It's the start of what could maybe become her first genuine friendship, something where she doesn't have to pretend. She can just be herself. It's the first time there's hope able to be seen in her eyes.]
call me into overtime
[If you've seen a Nightmare on Elm Street, maybe this seems familiar. Chrissy has seen the movie, but she's not exactly in a position to compare herself to the less fortunate characters who don't make it out alive. She's trapped in a dimly lit house, the lights flickering. A deep, distorted voice says her name as he stalks her through the house of horrors that he's trapped her within. And maybe it's just bad luck, but the monster that's stalking and tormenting her is terrifying.
He was a man once, maybe. But something's happened to turn him into something that's more monster than man, and Chrissy is so afraid that all she can do is scream for help as she uselessly pounds at wood paneling that's been placed up over a door. She claws at it until her fingers feel like they might bleed, but by then it's too late. The monster is here, his gravelly voice taunting her with her name once again. She's trembling from head to toe as she turns around to face him, her back pressed up against the wood paneling that's trapped her in this room.
Sobbing quietly as he slowly steps in close, she takes in soft gasps of air. All she can do is stare up in horror as he touches at her face with his long fingers, telling her Don't cry, Chrissy like it's some kind of comfort. It only makes her cry harder, her trembling now giving way to numbness. She knows without a shadow of a doubt that she's about to die.
It's time for your suffering to end.
His large head extends over her head, and she helplessly tips her head back to watch it in fear. There's a moment where she thinks maybe he'll be merciful, he'll let her go. The second his clawed hand drops down to touch her face, every ounce of hope she's ever allowed herself to feel floods out of her.
Chrissy Cunningham dies alone in her own head, trapped in a nightmare. Her limbs are snapped and broken, jaw snapped and forced to the side, eyes crushed. Vecna takes her life from her and takes it within himself, and in a matter of seconds, all of the light and kindness she brought into the world is put out. Both her body and mind are mangled, and all that remains is her broken body, face permanently fixed to show the horror she faced in her final moments.
Her suffering has ended, but the monster doesn't leave her where her body rests. He takes her like a trophy, bringing her home to hang and tie up on a pillar in the upside down.]
[ooc: all of these are dream/memshare options! hit me up through PM or at
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And then there's a dark house, Vecna (he's never Henry like this, not in Steve's mind), rot and spiders and terror, and Chrissy is trapped. Steve moves around to look from Chrissy to Vecna, hating him and willing the memory to look at him, but all that happens is the mindscape shifts into what must have been reality and Steve stumbles back to see Chrissy above him. He yells when it happens. Eddie told them all, of course, and Max described what she glimpsed in the Munson trailer, but to watch it happen makes Steve stumble back with the ghost of a screaming Eddie, eyes wide as hers are sucked in.
He covers his mouth and turns away as the body falls, the phantom of Eddie racing out the door. Breathing hard through his nose, the trailer is silent. ]
Jesus Christ.
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jsyk i lost it at that first line
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