imagine a TG sequel with Kaneki’s daughter trying to learn how to be a princess and then both sing this song together and she falls in love with the only oggai who survived the war and who’s back to get revenge for all his brothers + furuta bc Kaneki killed them and then he repents but there’s a scene of Kaneki + all his kingdom kicking the oggai dude out screaming deception, disgrace, evil as plain as the scar on his face! and then Kaneki’s daughter gets super mad at him and screams “YOU WILL NEVER BE ARIMA!”
Going through the questions I realized I lived most of my life under a rock (no really, I didn’t even know some things here) but I’m going to try to answer them ^-^
1. go apple picking vs. go on a hayride (apple picking means back pains for days) 2. scary vs. sweet 3. sweaters vs. boots (those large ones that you can get lost in) 4. socks vs. mittens (both! I just tend to get really cold) 5. bonfires vs. football (ooooh I love bonfires, there’s something so magical about them) 6. trick-or-treating vs. watch scary movies (I’ve never done it but it sounds like a cute custom) 7. apple pie vs. pumpkin pie (it sounded like such an outlandish thing to bake, but then I tried to make it and it’s kind of the best thing ever. Also my family now pesters me to make it every time during pumpkin season) 8. Halloween vs. thanksgiving (again we don’t celebrate either but my university has these thanksgiving international potlucks and those are always great) 9. bake pie vs. bake cookies (I love both actually but baking pies became a bit of a speciality of mine, see: pumpkin pies) 10. rain vs. fog (it makes the world look dreamy and soft, but I love the sound of rain too) 11. black cats vs. owls (CATS!) 12. ghosts vs. wizards 13. harry potter vs. Halloweentown (what is Halloweentown omg I feel like such a barbarian) 14. go hiking vs. sleep in (I love hiking but not during autumn. Sleep in it is) 15. cinnamon vs. nutmeg (I pretty much love cinnamon in everything from cooking to incense. Nutmeg on the other hand gives me heartburn) 16. reading vs. writing (I love telling stories but writing them down is hard ugh) 17. hot chocolate vs. herbal tea (both! It really depends on my mood) 18. live in a cabin in a forestvs. have it be fall 24/7 (It’s my favourite season so) 19. candy apples vs. caramel apples(I’ve never tried either but the caramel ones sound better) 20. blankets vs. pillows (Have to agree with Yuu here, that it only makes sense to have both. I do sleep with a zillion pillows though) 21. roasted marshmallows vs. roasted chestnuts (Roasted chestnuts are not really my thing. I’ve only tried roasted marshmallows once but I’m not a fan of them either) 22. coffee vs. apple cider (Oooooh apple cider! I love it! And I can’t drink anything caffeinated so…) 23. red leaves vs. orange leaves (or that rainbow of colour that they make during autumn from the most brilliant green to the deepest crimson) 24. braids vs. bows 25. scented candles vs. the smell of fresh baked goods (I love scented candles so much. Especially sandalwood) 26. carve pumpkins vs. make pumpkin pie (I never tried pumpkin carving
) 27.pumpkin spice lattes vs. chai tealattes (I finally tried to make a pumpkin spice latte this year to see what all the fuss is about. It’s not bad, but I still prefer chai tea spices) 28. coats vs. oversized sweaters 29. beanies vs. berets 30. candy corn vs. peanut butter cups ( I never had any of those either but I heard that candy corn is supposed to be awful) 31. s'mores vs. apple crisp (is the apple crisp a kind of apple crumble or is it apple chips? either way it’s that) 32. jump in a pile of leaves vs. swing on a tire swing (You’ll find leaves in your hair for weeks but still it’s so much fun…well except if the leaves are wet) 33. corn maze vs. haunted house (I’ve never been in a corn maze but I’ve always loved haunted houses) 34. bob for apples vs. visit a pumpkin patch (For the longest time I didn’t know what bobbing for apples meant. Why would you do that? Let’s just walk around on a pumpkin patch and let me pick out a pumpkin to carve for the first time in my life) 35. whipped cream onhot chocolate vs. marshmallows on hot chocolate
think about this: an au where mike and will have never met each other and yet they are able to sense what the other is feeling
one day without even knowing what is happening or why, mike is able to experience everything that will experiences when he falls off the swings and hits his head, mike can literally feel the pain and the urge to cry even though he is in the safety of his own bedroom. later that night they find a way to connect once more, and they learn that if they speak loud enough they can hear one another, they can see what the other is looking at, and, of course, feel what the other is feeling. that’s when it hits them that this weird connection is real and they agree that if they are going crazy at least they are going crazy together. after that, they talk a little bit more every night, they begin to get to know each other better, they show each other their surroundings, will shows mike his drawings while mike plays his guitar, they share their dreams, their fears, they talk about their shared experiences and after a few weeks they finally gather enough courage to step in front of their mirrors for a proper visual introduction
The h/c asks. 1. Can you please come and get me? Thesival (or Gramander, depends on your mood. Or Scamandercest? I'm not fussy). Ooooh. set in the Punk AU 'verse?
Thesival h/c goodness for our troubled souls after the fucking promo picture. I need the Theseus our fandom has created not … not … THAT.
And of course set, as requested, in my favourite AU of all times.
If this is what dying feels like, it feels like shit, Theseus decided. His whole body hurt, even in places Theseus didn’t even know existed. He could taste blood in his mouth and when he swept his tongue over his teeth, he could swear that at least one was chipped. But as far as he could tell, he had lost none. That was a small relief after all.
Slowly he tried to move his body, his limbs first. His left arm was functional enough, even though it hurt like hell when he tried to put his weight on it to get into a sitting position, so he stayed on the ground, lying in the dirty, muddy snow. Having no luck with his left arm, he tried his right one, already knowing that it would be futile. It already screamed in agony when he as much as moved it a simple inch, indicating a broken bone. Which meant that a visit at the hospital was due. Not where he imagined spending his Saturday night, if he was honest with himself.
Arms not working meant that only his legs were left. But they proved to be as useless as his arms, not supporting his weight at all when he tried to use them to get into a sitting position. That wasn’t entirely his legs’ fault, though, as his back reminded him that he had been kicked there repeatedly, probably resulting in some mean bruises and maybe a broken rib or two.
Really, it was not the best place he found himself in. Beaten and bruised, lying in some alleyway, away from the main roads, in the dirty snow, in the middle of the night, sporting nothing more than his beloved leather jacket and his usual, far too thin clothes. Meaning: It was fucking cold and his toes were already numb, his fingers slowly following.
With the last bit of hope he pushed himself onto his back, grunting and gritting his teeth against the pain shooting through his body like a lightning bolt, his nerves fluttering with the electricity of it, tingling right to the tips of his fingers. It was an effort, one that left him panting and sweating on the ground, not able to move at all, chest rising and falling rapidly, while he tried to gather his breath. Not that the frantic movement of his traitorous body helped with the pain. With each rising of his chest, it felt like needles were pricked into his right side, running down to his hip. Not the most pleasant feeling, but also not the worst he had felt in his life at all.
After a few agonising minutes, he gently moved his left arm. It hadn’t supported his weight, but he could use it well enough. Without a further thought he pulled his phone out of his pocket. The screen was broken—of course, he didn’t expect anything else—but it still worked. With a sigh of relief he scrolled through his contacts, his eyes barely able to focus on the bright screen after having spent the whole time in the dark alley. Also, he was sure one of his eyes was swelling shut. The left one. But that didn’t stop him from finding Percival’s number and calling it.
It ringed for an awfully long time and Theseus began to think that Percival wasn’t near his phone at all. But then he heard someone at the other end pick up and he tapped the button to put the phone on speakers. It would be too much of a hassle to get his arm moving enough to get the phone to his ear.
We got a clue to how the different dimensions work. These three dudes are obviously iterations of the same Rick who all encountered the same event in varying degrees of severity. It could just be that these three dimensions are right next to each other, but the numbering convention suggests that they’re true splits from one original dimension, caused by that event.
If that’s true, it means that every time a major event occurs, timelines splinter into different offshoot possibilities. The Ricks that stay most “normal” keep their original dimension number and the others take on an iteration of that number based on the level of divergence. This also helps account for how the population of the citadel bounced back so quickly after the massacre in S301. As time goes on more splits in dimensions means a constant influx of more Ricks and Mortys.
Not every rick invents the portal gun. The portal gun is rick’s ultimate source of power and what allows the citadel to exist. From what we learned from the half-truths in S301′s portal gun origin backstory, Ricks ostensibly go from dimension to dimension giving portal technology to other Ricks rather than each Rick inventing it on his own. Plus we saw in the last episode that the Mortytown Rick tries and fails to make portal fluid, and cop Rick calls it out “bootleg,” plus the factory Rick demands a portal gun because he must not be able to make one of his own.
For the Ricks that didn’t invent their own, portal fluid and guns are regulated and not allowed to all Ricks freely. It begs the question of how many Ricks actually invented the portal gun on their own. In theory, it would only take just one figuring it out and then sharing it with all the others.
More evidence for Evil Morty = Rick’s original Morty. This has been a fan theory since Evil Morty first showed up but after S307 the evidence is even stronger. Evil Morty dodges questions about his original dimension and Rick, instead diverting with “we moved around a lot.” That basically leaves the door wide open for the reveal of him being Rick’s og Morty.
Plus, if the moving around part wasn’t a lie, that means he and Rick skipped universes Cronenberg-style more than once (Rick did say he’d pulled that stunt before). Think how disillusioned just one dimension move made our Morty, it’s no wonder Evil Morty turned into what he is if he went through multiple ruined dimensions. Beyond that, our Morty has been shown to be getting more jaded and downright cruel this season, enough that people were thinking he was turning into Evil Morty. If our Morty has devolved into his current state with just being around our Rick for a few years, imagine how the Morty our Rick was around since when he was a baby would have turned out.
Cop Rick is alive for a reason. He killed Cop Morty and turned himself in expecting to be shot off into space, but in the end he’s released by Ricks under evil Morty’s control. Him being alive still is not insignificant, even if just for the narrative and character implications more than plot reasons.
Cop Rick’s first instinct is to trust. He trusted the Morty in the room with the crib. He trusted Cop Morty to do the right thing. He wants to believe in true justice and the goodness in people, and acts on that belief no matter the outcome for him.
The real gut punch is he’s not just an outlier. He shows that Ricks do have an infallible sense of justice when it’s not smothered out by narcissism and nihilism. We’ve seen that our Rick, despite being an asshole, will choose to do the right thing- even if it’s the hard thing- at crucial moments: He puts the collar on Morty instead of himself when they’re falling to their deaths in the void, he turns himself in to the Galactic Federation in order to save his family.
Cop Rick is still alive because he’s the hero our Rick would be if he wasn’t such a jaded asshole. He’s the proof that despite everything, Rick is at his core trying to be good. Maybe that kind of Rick is valuable to Evil Morty, or maybe it was just valuable to us to see this side of Rick so explicitly.
Evil Morty wants control. Evil Morty is living the ideal Morty existence, in control of himself and the universe around him. It’s all he’d want after a life where Rick was always in control, where he could do nothing to stop the machinations of the universe from nearly crushing him every adventure. As we saw really plainly with Copy Morty, when a Morty gets enough knowledge, experience, and freedom, they can’t stand being treated like sidekicks anymore. No wonder the Ricks put them in a school designed not to teach them to be more competent on adventures but instead to keep them helpless and subservient.
It’s easy enough to follow the same trend in our Morty. He’s been fighting for more control all season– He chooses not to try to rescue Rick from prison. He’s fine with going against Rick’s plan in the Mad Max world. He’s the one who makes them go on the adventure with the Vindicators (and Rick loses his shit when he doesn’t get to be the only one saving the day anymore). And perhaps most telling, Morty’s ideal toxin-free self abandons Rick entirely and creates a situation where his whole job is to manipulate and control other people.
Evil Morty is what happens when Morty’s struggle for power goes to it’s furthest degree. He wanted so bad to not be the sidekick anymore that he’d do anything, even if it meant becoming the villain.