time anomalies

so i found this great comic at a thrift store:

It was only like a dollar and the plot was part of a bigger story arch but basically batmen from every alternate timeline come from the past to roast 90’s superman’s mullet

And so batmen are just popping up out of nowhere thanks to some kind of time anomaly bullshit and they’re all just kind of weirdly cool with it

Frank miller’s batman gets kind of gay for a minute 

He does not approve of that hair tho everyone hates it, also theres this guy

Posin, thicc, looming. Then batman has a weird moment with batman 

*careless whisper plays in the background*

Also, bonus surprised bat:

The part of the deep web that we aren’t supposed to see 

Story by Mr_Outlaw_

I’ll assume you all know about the deep web. Well, what you’ve heard is true, it’s not a great place. While some people are there to score legal weed or firearms, or even out of sheer curiosity, others… well they’re obviously not up to anything good. But I’m not here to talk about those sickos. I’m here to talk about what lies beyond that point. The more cryptic and unexplainable part of the internet. The part that nobody’s really supposed to see.

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Random clone pilot headcanons
  • Pilots are widely regarded as the most absolutely batshit of all the GAR, except maybe the heavy gunners
  • They stare death by fire or the vacuum of space in the face every battle and say “not today motherfucker”
    • They’re adrenaline junkies at best
  • The ground troops joke about “too much zero g” scrambling their brains but goddamn if they don’t respect every last one of the crazy motherfuckers, because there is no better sight than a bunch of fighters coming through the smoke when you’re pinned under heavy fire
  • It’s an unofficial GAR rule that pilots are never allowed to mingle with the heavy gunners, unless you really want something to be on fire or blown up
  • Someone always has a story about a buddy’s batchmate’s squadron leader who flew a mission buck-ass naked.  
    • All pilots have been explicitly banned from trying it
      • They try anyway
  • Pilots are shorter and slimmer than “standard” troopers, to control how much extra weight is in the fighters
    • That doesn’t mean they’re any less capable of fucking your shit up if you want to start a fight with them
  • Nobody talks about the ghost ships, don’t ask about them
  • Pilots are a very tight-knit group, and if general GAR gossip is rampant, the comm chatter from the pilots is wild
  • They work hard and play harder
    • If shenanigans are happening on leave, there’s an 85% chance there’s at least one pilot involved
      • They run in packs, and the amount of chaos caused is directly proportional to how many pilots are there at any given time


In the beggining of Monty Python and the Search for the Holy Grail, we see this:

This is to tell the audience the date in which the movie takes place, but if you look closely, the date is not 932 AD, but is actually 93^2, or 8649 AD.

But what’s this???

The movie clearly depicts modern human people in real clothes, not the knight clothes worn by the people of the 87th century.

And now looky here:

We see both generations of human interact in the same plane of space-time, so obviously time trickery is at play here, so who is the trickster? Here are the candidates:

Now God is an obvious choice here, as his message to Arthur was what began the quest for the grail in the first place, and plus he’s god so he can do tricks and stuff.

But we have more options here, such as:

The Bridgekeeper also seems a likely candidate, a trickster by nature, this little scamp could really get himself into some real mischeif.

But also:

I know youve been thinking it the whole time, must be this guy right? He can make fire, why not time anomalies right?

No. Wrong, you fool. No you see I have a different theory, a much more insidious presence, hiding in plain sight


This little fucker! Smugly breaking the forth wall, snivelling behind his “master”, but he is hiding a dark secret.

He has already shown that he is adept in the dark arts, swiftly able to summon coconuts at will.

And now, broken the fabric of reality itself.

There is not much time, soon Patsy will begin to grow exponentially in power and size, until he engulfs the universe, ending existence.


Berenstain/Berenstein Bears Theories:

- The government or a special company has created a machine that changed our world line/universe to another one similar to the original with a minor difference

-A time traveler (ex. John Titor) went back in time to when the books were written and tampered with the writing

- The universe naturally changed its world line to a different one

- Aliens have used advanced technology to change the world line

- All consciousness has been transfered from the original universe to the current one through natural or man made means

A Collection of Time-Related “WEIRDNESS” Associated with Gravity Falls

Hey guys! After this post gained some traction, I really have been sitting down and thinking about time anomalies and what they mean for Gravity Falls. As tricky as time travel business can be in a narrative, Gravity Falls has kind of taken the bull by the horns and not let go. I’m using this post as a sort of collection of these ‘time-related’ things, so as to try and formulate some more interesting theories behind it all.


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The Descendant Materialization (Barry Allen x Reader)

Rating: G

Summary: In a universe where you, the Reader, are National City’s very own Supergirl (and dating the ever-dashing Flash), a surprise arises when one of your descendants accidentally travels back in time to your present day…

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tateratots  asked:

So I was a little bummed about g4g being debunked and a little bugged about how the shermy timeline still doesn't add up. Then I remembered this is /Gravity Falls/ we're dealing with here. Anomaly central! So what if the anomalies aren't just physical?? WHAT IF TIME GOES SLOWER IN GRAVITY FALLS/THE DIMENSION LEAKING INTO IT? (not SUPER slow, but just enough) WHAT IF THAT'S THE REASON BLENDIN WAS THERE THE FIRST TIME?? TO CHECK ON THE SPEED OF TIME???

Dude you just might be on to something holy fucking shit.

But think about it. I get that they’re like, an old town in the woods.

But they have like, no internet. Grunkle Stan was even like “text me a photo?” He tried to put a CD on a record player! The only laptop we EVER see is Fidd’s laptop… from the 80s.

Like, people seem to age okay but everything else is sort of stuck in time, without really moving forward. It’s a town that’s just… what about big tvs? What about smart phones? What about laptops? Computers? Gaming systems? Bobby Renzobbi looks like he may have worked with Stan (due to WHAT A RACKET!) but why hasn’t he aged? How does he not look 58 like the rest of them? There’s also the fact that the clones said “2013″ even though it’s clearly still 2012. The end of the world is supposed to occur in 3012, but isn’t supposed to be “closer than the end of the summer”? What did the mailman guy mean? Also if time is going “slower” in the dimension that leaks into Gravity Falls, this could also explain why Ford looks younger/like he aged better, but why he still thinks 30 years has passed. I also think I remember Alex Hirsch saying something about “You wouldn’t be able to do this much stuff inside of one summer. It’s like how summer FEELS like it lasts forever, even though it doesn’t”.


*ponders the potential of new theories*


Ika and Isaac had a nice walk in the street. It was Saturday, after all, and humans and monsters spend this day how they like to do. Some of them are at home, some are on the beach, others are maybe in the park.

But the nice walk was no longer nice. Ika and Isaac heard a scream, calling for help. They ran to the sound and found out that 3 humans want to hurt a little kitty monster. Ika and Isaac shield this monster.

And then the fight began. Some minutes passed, and each side didn’t give up yet.

Fight continued. Little monster, using this chance, ran far away, back to parents. Parents should probably take a good care of their child.


Ika is determined to use her favorite trick.

But….something went wrong.

What is such scar? Is it natural? Is it a portal? Or…is it an anomaly?


Hope Is Still The Strongest Aspect: Wherein I Wonder Aloud If Y’all Even Read The Same Fuckin’ Webcomic As Me

So! How’s it hangin’ y’all? This post seeeems to have upset some of you. I made that post to be a funny look at how the Hope aspect works, ‘cause hey! If I’m gonna say Hope runs on willful ignorance then I may as well have some fun with it, right?

Unfortunately, the humor was lost on a lot of y’all. Fair enough. Tone is hard to convey through text. But apparently the issue wasn’t with me comparing Hope players to shitty, closed minded people who deliberately ignore reality, it was with me saying that Hope was the strongest aspect. Not the best, not the most charming or loveable or perfect. The strongest.

And apparently that didn’t jive.

So while I’ve been drowning in anons accusing me of talking up Hope for the sake of my ego (it’s true. You’ve found me out. I keep my ego in my homestuck side blog. However will I survive unless everyone knows my made up Title is the strongest and bestest of the the made up Titles. How will I go oonnnnnn.) I decided to go back over it and think about why I made that part of the post, and why that was the part that people took offense to. 

“Oh Sylphie,” y’all might say. “Nobody would’ve minded your jokey funtimes post if you had sourced it. If you had backed up your claims. You’re work is usually so in-depth, why didn’t you do that with this one?”

Well, the reason I didn’t bother doing that on my ‘Hope is the Strongest Aspect’ post, and I swear to god somebody’s gonna fucking doxx me for this:

***I thought this was so colossally dumbfuck obvious that everybody knew it already.***

That’s right. I was genuinely surprised when I got people disagreeing with me about which aspect was the strongest, and you can imagine my shock when the anons started rolling in. The reason I didn’t bust out my motherfucking dissertation skills wasn’t because of my ego, or because I didn’t have evidence, but because I actually didn’t process that y’all failing to arrive at this conclusion on your own was even a fucking possibility.

I mean, even aside from the part where Aranea says it in plain motherfucking words:

there are loads of narrative reasons to come to this conclusion, but apparently nobody else was looking too closely.

And since y’all didn’t, I’m gonna break it down reeeaaaaaal nice and simple for you, and we’re gonna start by talking about The Worf Effect.

((This shit’s gonna get real fucking long, but if you sent me shit on anon, called me literally any fucking adjective or otherwise doubted me where you knew I would read it, I expect you to fucking read this whole goddamn thing. Y’all made me read your fucking horseshit, and I’m willing to bet actual fucking cash money that you didn’t bother putting half the thought into yours that you expect me to put into mine. You want me to back my shit up? Here it fucking is, now you’ve gotta fucking read it.))

(((If you politely disagreed but didn’t go on anon or say any rude shit, still read it and just pretend I wrote it less angrily.)))


The Worf Effect is a pretty well known trope, named for Worf in Star Trek: The Next Generation, but even if you’re not familiar with tropes (or Star Trek) it’s pretty simple to figure out. It’s basically this:

Person A (Worf)  is very strong. If you want to establish that Person B is incredibly strong, show them easily defeating Person A.

Like I said, pretty basic. This is usually used to introduce tough new villains, but could also potentially be used to establish a newly gained ability. For example, if I want to show off that my OC, Marisu Strongy, was very STRONG, I might show her going over to Equius, challenging him to an arm wrestle, then gripping his hand so hard it breaks his fingers before slamming his arm back so hard it breaks the table in half.

“Holy shit!” say the trolls. “Marisu is so strong!” say the trolls.

“Holy shit!” say the masses. “What a fucking Mary Sue!” say the masses.

Really basic technique. So who in Homestuck qualifies as a stand-in Worf?


So, Homestuck is not exactly a stranger to overpowered characters, but the folks that stand out head and shoulders above the rest in terms of sheer power level are The First Guardians, the Master Classes, and of course Lord English. 

Let’s break down the First Guardians before anybody else.

Powered by the space-time anomaly that is The Green Sun, a star the size of two universes, First Guardians are gratuitously OP. Doc Scratch would never shut the fuck up about his omnipotence, omniscience, and incredible charm. Bec Noir was a game breaking boss to such a degree that after breaking the kids’ game he went over to the trolls’ game just so he could break that too. And Jade is, well, Jade. So let’s go over how they’re defeated.

How do you defeat a First Guardian? Well, basically, you don’t.

Doc Scratch stopped existing of his own accord once he succeeded in his plan to bring in Lord English. Bec Noir was stopped in his game breaking rampage, not because he had any actual weakness in his powers, but because PM developed an identical power set and the two were forced into a three year long stasis, which even then was only broken by Jade, who also had First Guardian powers. 

And Jade. Oooooh, Jade. 

Jade’s First Guardian powers are so over the top that, from a narrative perspective, it makes her a liability. If Jade could be allowed to wander freely with her power, she could fix just about any problem she came across and there would be no more narrative tension. Which is why, after her moment in the spotlight in [s] Cascade, Jade is shoehorned from position to another, all of which make sure she either can’t use her powers or, if she can use them, it’s for the wrong team. In the Green Yard she can’t use her powers. When she gets to the next session she gets mind controlled and works for the Batterwitch (for the sake of this argument I am not counting mind control as a defeat, since it’s not directly outweighing her powers). The cure to mind control is keeping her asleep, so she can’t use her powers. She doesn’t have anybody to fight when she’s in the Furthest Ring with Callie, and when she does finally come back, she gets matched up with Bec Noir and PM, so she can’t curbstomp anybody. Jade is so overpowered that the narrative itself won’t let her go all out in a fight because the story would be destroyed in the process. The other First Guardians count, but Jade is 100% a Worf.

As for the Master Classes, they get a bit trickier. While the First Guardians regularly interact with the main characters and make their power levels very clear in the process, the only two  Master Classes spend a lot of time in isolation, or else only fight against other people or with other objects that make guessing the extent of their abilities really difficult. (I am not counting Jujus as a potential Worf or defeater of a Worf, because the extent of their abilities is unknown).

It’s implied, though, that they are a lot stronger. Alt-Calliope collapses the Green Sun and makes it look easy. This would seem? to imply? that a fully realized Master Class is stronger than a First Guardian???? But it’s not entirely clear.

Making matters worse, there’s Lord English.

It’s hard to say how much of his ability is because he is a Master Class, how much of it comes from Doc Scratch, a First Guardian, how much of it is reliant on his True Immortality from defeating Yaldabaoth. Basically, it’s a crapshoot. But he’s really, really strong. 

So who is able to consistently curbstomp these hyper OP motherfuckers?


A Page of Motherfucking Hope, that’s the fuck who.

When Aranea ‘healed’ him and he went all Hopey, he was able to take out Grimbark Jade without, seemingly, being cognizant of it.

And, of course, in Caliborn’s Masterpiece

So, this should be the end of the discussion! In conjunction with Aranea’s earlier statement we can come to the conclusion that -

“But Sylphie!” the masses cry out. “Pages are canonically the strongest regular class once they’re fully realized! Jake isn’t able to fucking wreck the strongest people in canon because he’s a Hope Player, he’s able to because he’s a Page!”

((at which point I would like to throw some serious side-eye at the folks who are fine with there being stronger and weaker Classes but get their panties in a massive fucking twist over the idea of Aspects being anything but perfectly fucking balanced.))

In response to the Page argument, I say you can fuck right back off and look at Aranea again.

After getting the Ring of Life, Aranea mind controls several ghost Damaras to make them move a golden battleship. Aranea is able to mentally affect ghosts and have their powers influence the living world.

Does she cure a bunch of dead Tavros ghosts’ mental trauma and make them do a Windy thing? No. What about a bunch of dead Horuss ghosts? No. She opts for one motherfucking Page of Hope rather than a horde of Pages from another class.

“But wait!” cry the masses, yet again. “What if ghosts are just really weak? She had to use 3 Damaras to lift the ship after all! It isn’t that Hope is the strongest aspect, it’s that Jake was alive while the others weren’t!”

Well first off that’s ignoring the “unrivaled 8y that of any other aspect” line, but frankly who hasn’t ignored that, right? Kurloz still mind controls Meulin while he’s a ghost, Alt Calliope collapsed the Green Fucking Sun while she was a ghost, Feferi convinced the Horror Terrors to create the dream bubbles while she was a ghost. Ghosts lose relevance, not power. Please come back with a better argument. 

But you know what? Let’s look at that further. What have other Pages done when fully realized?

Horuss doesn’t do much, but Tavros is able to singlehandedly form an entire fucking army to go fight Lord English. What a cool and awesome display of power! He earns his many dances. No doubt they will fucking curbstomp that misgoynistic green asshole!

Oh wait.

The army was just there as a distraction so they could deploy the House Juju as a secret weapon. Less impressive than Jake, so Jake is stronger, Hope is the strongest fucking aspe-

“BUT WAIT!” scream the masses, as I try to keep myself from ramming my face through a fucking wall out of sheer frustration. “Tavros’s army was up against Lord English, while Jake only beat Caliborn! There’s no proof that Jake is stronger! Heck, John was able to beat Caliborn in a fight! This is a false equivalence that means absolutely nothing!”

Well hold onto your fucking hats because I’ve still got more explaining to do. God forbid I should leave even the tiniest fucking amount of space for confusion. Even the tiniest fucking crack in this logic house I’m building. Y’all will cram yourselves into it Enigma of the Fucking Amigara Fault style and then blame me for my shitty construction. SO LET’S KEEP FUCKING ROLLING. 

I am not counting John’s kerfuffle with Caliborn as an example of the Worf effect, for the same reason I’m not claiming that Clubs Deuce is the strongest player in the game for taking Jade out with a Barbasol bomb. 

Attacking a strong enemy when they are not strong is not an example of the Worf Effect. Caliborn didn’t have total control over his abilities yet, he hadn’t collected the Felt, he hadn’t fought Yaldabaoth, he hadn’t gained True Immortality, and the fight reads as a joke where neither of them are seriously injured. Likewise when Clubs Deuce killed Jade, she hadn’t gone Dog Tier. It doesn’t count. This is the same reason I’m not espousing Aranea as being the strongest character for crushing Jade beneath a building after Jake knocked her out. If the opponent is not strong at the time you fight them, defeating them does not prove you are stronger. 

“But that doesn’t change the fact that Lord English is stronger than Caliborn! You can’t prove that Jake’s powers are stronger than Tavros’s!”

Yyyyyyes I can. 

It’s true that Tavros never goes toe to toe with Caliborn, Jake never goes toe to toe with Lord English, and we don’t have enough of a grasp on their power level to say for sure who would win what fight. But you know who we do have a grasp on?

Motherfucking Jade Fucking Harley.

Jade can shrink and teleport planets within moments of getting her powers. Shrinking and teleporting people is a cinch for her. But this is an army of God Tiers, including dead Kanayas and Porrims, who could potentially unshrink people or move them back to the battlefield. Depending on how cohesively the army is and how prepared they are to fight Jade, there’s even a chance they could win!

But she would still be able to affect them, and that was never on the table for Jake. 

“BUT SYLPHIE!” the masses wail in agony. I stare into the distance. My eyes are dead. My soul is on another plane of existence. “JUST BECAUSE HOPE IS STRONGER THAN VOID OR BREATH DOESN’T MEAN IT’S THE STRONGEST ASPECT OF ALL! SYLPHIE, SEE REASON!” I cannot see reason. I can only see the canon fucking words in the fucking webcomic.


And finally my last fucking point. The big man himself.


The masses scoff amongst themselves. “Sylphie thinks if you disagree with her you’re an idiot. She would apply this to the creator of homestuck himself. How foolish she is! How arrogant!” They continue to scoff, but I am no longer here. Where am I? Even I do not know. But I am gone. 

Now, seriously.

Andrew fucking Hussie is a goddamn genius of literature. That’s why we’re all here, isn’t it? Because Andrew Hussie knows what the fuck he’s doing with a narrative, and he can write some compelling shit because of it.

Do you think.

Andrew fucking Hussie.

Would bring in the Worf Effect twice for the Page of fucking Hope.

Would have another Page have another Pagey moment that is very. fucking. decidedly. not Worf Effect shit. 

Would write Aranea’s goddamn line. 

On. Fucking. Accident?

This is a man who will bust out pesterchum handles representing GCAT strands of DNA, only to have the character with the astrological sign of cancer cause a deviation, representing literal cancer as some side shit. As a fucking easter egg. That’s the shit he’s not even gonna call attention to.

This is a man whose grasp on temporal mechanics is so fine that you can follow the location of a fucking wallet through three different fucking universes just by going back and paying a-fucking-ttention. 

Andrew Hussie is not a fucking idiot.

Speaking of subtle shit Andrew Hussie does, I wanna to talk about some visual associations he makes with the Hope aspect. Everybody has noticed the correlation between Life and Food (looking at you, Batterwitch) but far fewer people have noticed the correlation between Hope and… putting it politely, procreation. 

Setting aside the multiple, gratuitous crotch shots, all three Hope players are notable for their romantic relationships - the Destruction classes for their failing relationships, and Jake for the struggles of the people who want to enter a romantic relationship with him. More than that, though, Hope has multiple, direct correlations with children and childbirth.

Or, for the Destruction classes, the destruction of children or the parent/child bond.

Not to mention Eridan’s whole thing of white stuff shooting out of his rod to hit his flush crush, romantic rival, and the matriorb.

Real fuckin’ subtle, isn’t it?

“But so what?” ask the masses. “What does this have to do with being powerful inside the realm of Sburb?”

The game that’s filled with reproduction-based imagery?

The game that is literally about procreation on a universal level?

You mean the game that punishes you for not believing you can do the impossible?

Yeah, no, no reason for Hope to be the most powerful Aspect in the game of Sburb. No conceivable reasons here. Definitely nothing Andrew Hussie canonically wrote into the fucking comic. It’s gotta be my ego talking. I mean, I’ve never tried to play myself off as a Master Class, but obviously my sense of self is entirely dependent on people thinking I have the best Title. Especially with all the other motherfucking times I’ve done that right? I’ve sure never said that Hope is powered through willful ignorance and that Hope players tend to be stupid. I’d never say anything like that, with my ego riding on this and all.

But, real talk, if y’all could collectively get off my fucking ass that’d be absolutely swell. An absolutely abstract kinda real fucking good times going on. Get off my metaphorical dick unless you have an actual goddamn reason to think I am wrong, and in that case think reeeaaaaalllll fucking hard about whether that’s actually the fucking case before I have to waste my time with another goddamn essay, just ‘cause y’all couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to the fucking Sylph. Am I talking about me or Aranea? Who’s to fucking say. Either! Both! 

Hope next time y’all can learn to fucking read before making me take time out of my day! ^U^ Toodles~


He is a time traveler, and he can eliminate the anomalies in time lines.

  • His magic is the materialization of paired small handguns, and everything connected with them (for example, some spell with bullets, etc.).  With them he removes these time anomalies that are happening in the universes. 

  • He is undersized (shorter than Undertale Sans) and his appearance absolutely fits his character and behaviors. He wears a hat and glasses on top of it. This is one of the most favorite Time’s things with which he never parted.There is also a long coat with the shallow pockets. Beneath the soft green sweater. As well carries a eye colored,yellow bandana. Usually he rolls his pants to his knees or even removes the trousers in shoes. And on his hands he wears gloves.

  • Time is very inconsiderate, overly talkative, sometimes he likes to prank those beings who he will meet and his character may be compared to the nature of the child. Also he not serious about his work on the elimination of anomalies, but usually handles this. However, if any serious threat appears from the outside, that would threaten the integrity of the time and his balance, then it will become much more serious and collect than acting normally. For him, the removal of anomalies - is a cyclical game that he does not get bored. Also he loves punning about time.

  • This character - Outcode. He does not have any alternative universe and most likely, it was not at all. It moves only during time but he has no specific place. Once Time removes the anomaly,time begins to run on the track. But all those characters, previously in contact with him, forget about time.Because of this he feels the loneliness some weight and therefore, He is trying not to make friends at work.

  • Several types of temporary anomalies: 
  1. -  Violation in the web of time - for example, at some points strange anomalies occur at the moment of the type of stop.
  2.  Time Trap - cyclicality of the time moment.
Alpha pt. 5

Originally posted by femmefanfatale

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four //

The clock on the wall ticked noisily as you stood in front of the class and held your paper in your hand.
You cleared your throat and spoke with clarity.
“Aphrodite was not just a goddess of beauty. No, she was something more than that. Something dangerous”

You slipped the bottle in a black bag and tied off the end.
Your heels clacked against the pavement on the way back to your car.
The plan went accordingly.

“She could move through the day with ease, playing the world with a smile or a light giggle. While at night, she would concoct terrible things and see it through until the end”

Lydia jumped once she closed her locker and saw your face.
Her shock went away and she turned to walk down the hall.
“I hear you’re having a party”
“Not sure where you heard that from”
“You’re Lydia, you are always throwing a party”
“True, what’s it to you? I thought you hated my guts”
“I do,” you pulled on her elbow to stop her from walking.
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends”
“I’m confused”
“Of course you are, listen, I want help you out with your party”
“And why would I let you?”
“Because Lydia,” you stepped forward until you were inches away from her face.
She gasped when you caressed her cheek in a gentle manner.
“Word around school is you’re the crazy girl who likes to walk through the woods naked and scream in your car during school hours. No one wants to befriend the school nutcase, which leaves me. If people hear that I’m going to your party, they’ll want to come for sure. So ask yourself girl-who-doesn’t-have-many-friends, what have you got to lose?”

“Her beauty is used to liquefy the mind and shape it into whatever form she wants it to be. This goddess if famous, sure, but no knows how powerful she truly is”

You finished adding decorations to the room and climbed down from the stool.
“What is there to drink?”
Lydia shrugged her shoulders and waved a paper around.
Lydia got to making the punch while you roamed outside.
A patch of blue flowers caught your attention and an idea formed in your head.
You returned half an hour later to an exasperated Lydia.
“Where have you been?! The guests will be here any second”
“Relax, I went to go get something for the punch”
You shook the bag of wolfsbane and walked past her to the kitchen.
You started pouring it into the bowl.
“What is that?”
You expected her to be more surprised but she seemed strangely calm.
“It’s something I heard online. These flowers make any drink taste amazing. But don’t try it, I’m afraid you might go for seconds the third and we’ll have to nothing to serve the party”
The doorbell tore her attention away from you, turning on her heel to answer it.
A large group of people stood at the door, peering inside.
Lydia widened her eyes then stepped aside to let them in.
They paraded through, heading straight for the pool area.
You handed everyone a drink with a smile.

“Aphrodite is a goddess to be feared and respected. A warrior under silk robes and pleasant fragrance. She is…Beauty”

Jackson took a swig of drink and played with Scott’s mind.
He talked to Allison, trying to piss him off so he can show everyone what a freak he was.
He got bored with conversation then walked away from her.
As he finished the rest of his drink, Jackson saw a blue top from the side of his eye and immediately recognized as Y/N.
She whisked around the corner.
She was so beautiful.
He remembered the first time he met her.
A smile formed on his lips as he thought more about it but it quickly vanished when he remembered the day he cheated on her with Lydia.
He had to get his key but he also wanted to talk to Y/N.
When he turned the corner, Jackson saw something that made him want to cry, punch a wall, scream, and vomit.
Scott gripped Y/N’s waist, snaking his fingers up her shirt.
She had her arms wrapped around his neck, leaving enough space for him to kiss all over her neck.
Y/N moaned out his name along with a breathy moan that pissed Jackson off.
He launched himself at Scott only for him to walk into a door.
“What the hell?!”
Lydia opened her door and crossed her arms.
“What is wrong with–Jackson?”
He rolled his eyes and walked away.
Lydia chased after him.
“Please don’t go, I just want to talk to you”
“Don’t, it’s pathetic”
“What did I even do? You won’t talk to me, call, text, and now you won’t even look at me? I demand a reason”
Jackson stopped and Lydia bumped into him.
“You demand a reason?” he snorted.
“I don’t care what you want and you don’t tell me what to do. Besides, I’m only here to get my key back”
“A key? You came back for a key?!”
The clearing of someone’s throat the both of their attention.
Y/N leaned against the door frame with a nail in between her teeth.
“We ran out of punch”
Lydia sucked in a breath and turned away from him, “let yourself out, Jackson”
She hauled over to the kitchen, you following close behind.
“Wow, the flowers too?”
“No, I threw it into the garbage. You must always start with fresh flowers”
“I’ll get them, make sure the house is intact”
“Sure thing”

The party grew into an uproar.
They were throwing things, curling up into a ball, and finding anyone to make out or have sex with.
You took a sip of your water and watched everyone freak out.
The phone in your hand was warm and nice to the touch.
The cops would be arriving in ten minutes.
The neighbors seemed to have made a complaint about the obnoxious noise.
You smirked at your terrible deed.
Two jocks looked in your direction, smacking their lips.
Boys, when will they learn?
You walked over to them and started flirting.
“Hey, everyone’s jumping in the pool, maybe that kid over there should loosen up”
The jocks huffed and nodded in agreement.
They waltzed over to the photographer obsessed with Alison named Matt.
“Come on man, have some fun!”
Matt started freaking out at the immediate contact, “no, please, don’t!”
“It’s just a little water, kid”
The taller one grabbed his legs while the bigger guy hooked his arms underneath Matt’s.
“Stop! I can’t swim, please, help me!”
The boys threw the poor kid into the water and everyone watched him flail around for dear life.
Finally, Jackson reached in and pulled him out.
Matt shot daggers at Stiles and Scott from across the pool.
You shoved on your helmet and drove past the flashing red and blue lights heading in the direction you left.


The moon looked beautiful at this time.
So full and so bright.
You played with your hair while sitting by the window, thinking about all the wrong you had done tonight.

Time went by and you took the time to do your late night ritual before going off to bed.
Could Matt really not swim?
Drowning a boy wasn’t how you thought the night would go but it did.
“So that’s how you stalled”
You jumped up from under your covers and turned on the lamp beside your bed.
“Thought you wouldn’t make it”
You ran up to the man and wrapped your arms around his neck in a warm embrace.
He didn’t hug you back, he kept his arms to his sides and stared ahead.
Once you pulled back he met your disappointing gaze.
“Not much of a hugger”
“I wouldn’t imagine any of the Hale boys are. What took you so long?”
“Well I’m sorry I couldn’t come back from the dead any quicker”
“Apology accepted. What now?”
He smiled on the inside.
She was truly an interesting person.
She demanded things and knew what she wanted.
There was always the persuading to get her to comply but she met requirements.
“Patience, little puppy, things take time. You know I’ll call when I need you”
“Peter, don’t leave. You need a shower and food to consume. I have both”
Before he could make leave, Y/N moved over to the hallway closet to grab some towels and extra clothes for him to wear.
Peter took them without arguing, heading into the bathroom.

A sweet smell of steak and bare ribs drifted through the house.
His stomach growled in response and guided him downstairs.
Y/N moved around the kitchen, fixing him a plate of food, ample meat plastered on so much that sauce threatened to drip off onto the floor.
Without being told, Peter took a seat on one of the bar stools near the counter.

You watched Peter rip through his meal like a savage animal.
You even offered him a beer to quench his thirst.
“What is in that mind of yours?”
“I want you to sleep with me”
“I prefer not to”
“It could be fun, we can talk about boys and our deep rooted issues”
“Speaking of boys, do Scott and Stiles know about my rebirth?”
“No, I did everything you asked”
“And more. You drowned a kid?”
“Peter,” you caressed the side of his face, “sweet, sweet, Peter. I would never do such a thing”
With a snap of a finger, Peter grabbed your hand and pulled you close to his face, a strange blue color glowed in replacement of his red eyes.
“There’s something wrong with you. It’s a full moon tonight, why aren’t you transforming?”
“Patience, Peter, things take time”
“This anomaly is actually perfect. I need you to do something”
“Get in Scott McCall’s head”
Peter stood and ran his hands along your arms in a sensual manner, his fingertips lightly brushing your sensitive skin.
Something about it screamed erotic.
“Make him want you”
His large hands kneaded your shoulders as he slid up to your neck, the heat radiating through his touch.
A carnal fire dwelled in your insides that only Peter had been able to start.
Perhaps it was because he was your Alpha but he was the perfect match.
“Make him…”
His lips now rested in the crook of your neck, a tortuous tease, his hot breath creating an anticipation so keen that you were sure to burst any second.
“Think about you every second and break him so much that he comes begging for mercy”
By now, blood hummed in your veins, your body involuntarily released a strong moan as he squeezed your waist with intention and purpose while pecking your neck.
Peter smirked at how much he had an effect on you, his beta.
“Break him, have him go against his friends, take away his precious Allison and bring him to me”
His knee rested underneath your hot center constantly rubbing against your weak spot over and over.
You were a moaning mess, his existence bothered you in a way you liked.
“Don’t let me down, little puppy”

Part Six

littlemissprincesspotatoes  asked:

I'm a huge fan of your theories. Yesterday I saw a theory that Sans is Ness (by Game Theorist) and it didn't resonate well with me. So I was curious, what is your thought on Sans and Papyrus origins?

(undertale spoilers)

The origin of Sans and Papyrus is a great mystery! In particular, there are a few key dialogues that have us spinning in circles as to where the skeleton brothers are from.

The residents of Snowdin do not know where the skeleton brothers are from. Of course, this alone isn’t proof enough. The two could simply be from another part of the underground. However, two specific dialogue from Sans makes one think twice.

In the genocide route, Sans explicitly says he “gave up trying to go back a long time ago.” He is not referring to the surface, and it doesn’t make sense to be talking about the underground. He wants to go back somewhere, and it appears impossible for him to go back.

Here, Sans implies that he wants to go back home. This is why he knows the feeling Frisk has. Unfortunately, it’s unclear where exactly home is. Home is clearly not Snowdin – he still lives there with Papyrus. While it could just be whatever was home before they moved, his dialogue in the genocide route implies that it’s impossible for him to return to it. What makes the skeleton brothers’ origin even more mysterious is Sans’ powers that allow him to pull off pranks “ACROSS TIME AND SPACE.”

Unfortunately, that’s as much as it’s given to us about Sans and Papyrus’ origins, without doing some heavy speculation. Home could be anything from another universe to simply a time before the anomaly came into existence. It’s unknown, but this gives players room for speculations and headcanons. However, when it comes to the idea that Sans is Ness, there are a few reasons why that theory doesn’t hold up quite well. 

Barry and Leonard found themselves having more in common as the years passed. They both were part of anomalies in time. Leonard because of his death and subsequent displacement in time, and Barry because of Flashpoint. 

Leonard found it funny, how his entanglement with the time stream came as a result of a moment of true selflessness, while Barry’s was the result of a moment of selfishness and grief. 

“Looks like we’re a better fit than you used to believe, Barry.” He said, during one of his visits from the time stream. “Of course, one mistake does not a villain make”. He smirked.

“Yeah, I guess we all have to live with the consequences of our actions.” Barry sighed.

“Or die.” Leonard replied, still smirking.

Barry stepped closer to Leonard, who’s eyes began searching Barry’s expression. He wasn’t sure what to expect.

“You don’t look dead to me,” Barry said, wrapping his fingers around Leonard’s bicep, “or feel it.” He squeezed his arm as if to confirm what he’d just said and pulled Leonard toward him. 

Then, Leonard knew exactly what was happening. His turn. He leaned in and kissed Barry, with his hand on Barry’s neck.

“Definitely not the kind of dead I’m used to seeing.” Barry chuckled after pulling away. He ran his hand through his hair awkwardly.

“Guess it’s not all bad, the consequences. Hm?” Snart said, in that drawl of his that Barry always felt pulling him in.

“Not all bad.” Barry repeated, and this time he kissed Leonard.

(Happy belated birthday @craptaincold!!!)

As nice as the encouraging messages are in the tag… I would prefer actual content. SO!

Imagine an AU where McCree is actually from the old west, an there’s been time anomalies happening all over the place caused by Lena’s temporal misalignment. Reyes has her on a team for a mission in America, and suddenly a rift opens and poor ‘ol McCree comes tumbling in, running from a posse. Unfortunately the portal closes before they can get him back to his time, and he’s stuck with them in the future. 

Gabe takes it upon himself to look after him, make sure he gets a check up, make sure being in the future alone won’t kill him, teaches Jesse about the new world he’s now a part of. And Jesse is star struck. This beautiful brown man, is a leader, in a world where everyone finally has equal rights, that there’s acceptance with gender and sexuality, that McCree himself, isn’t seen as dirty for being mixed race. He doesn’t have to steal to survive anymore, and his gun-slinging skills are even more accurate with the new weaponry Blackwatch has. His world is forever changed and he can’t help falling head over heels for Gabe, the handsome man from the future. 

Even if given the chance… he’s not going back home. The future his his home now. Gabe is his home now.